#and of course. i need to post my boy captain america

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Happy 4th of july

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Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

if you have not seen discowing era dick… you need to. you may rethink the fashion stance lmao 😂 just imagine kate giving him shit for that, which he of course will defend by going after the Infamous Hip Holes

also while he has been a cop (ugh) dick really just picks a career and magically gets it???? like epitome of a nepo baby, bruce just buys him jobs I am CONVINCED. he’s been a social worker, a museum curator, a cop, he owned a crossfit studio (if you see babs on the yoga mat upstairs in GK, it’s a nod to that!), and depending on canon he has a law degree????

and riffing off of that degree… nightwing vs. daredevil rivalry WHEN. they are parkour badasses. they’re street level heroes who are just regular guys. they have fantastic asses. dick you cannot also have a law degree you CANNOT TAKE MATT’S ONE THING— my running joke is that if dick shows up and he’s better than matt at everything, matt might have a Small Existential Crisis

xoxo dickate anon 🩵💜

oh i KNEW about discowing when i called him a fashion boi. I did not specify it was good fashion. nightwing is that one tiktok. "I don't dress for men, I dress for little girls (children?) who have been told at some point in their lives that this is not a fashion show, and for old women drunk on their porch."

also nepo baby dick is hiLArious considering that I have been thinking all day about how in a separate-universes world, everyone in Kate's world thinks he's a golddigger. The tabloids and gossip mags are so confused??? He's a stay at home boyfriend? He literally doesn't have a job. He basically doesn't even exist. Kate's always saying he's home visiting his family, or traveling. Is he a spy? Does he do crime? He didn't know who Captain America was, he's just a himbo. He absolutely could not be a spy. Dick LOVES this, I feel like. It's much funnier when people think that about him than when they think that about Kate (which is what happens when she goes to his universe)

There's a post from forever ago about someone who's supervisor called their partner "Boytoy" at work, like, exclusively. And the guy knew and was fine with it, but anyway he came in one day and the op went "Mr. Toy, I presume?" and he went "The very one." This is very much Dick and Kate. also somehow he meets Anthony Bourdain, and this is a Good Timeline where he's still alive and Dick winds up traveling with him for a few episodes? That would be a fun dichotomy

Kate turns her back for five seconds and Clint and Dick have gone undercover at a circus. Kate expected this from Clint, but Dick knows better. Which prompts Dick explaining that CLINT is the brains of the operation, not Dick, he's the beauty, and Clint getting mad because HE'S the beauty, and Kate just sighs. Clearly neither of you are the brains.

Dick loves that there are no expectations of him in Kate's universe. It's like a vacation. He gets to be a himbo here. There's absolutely a pic of them on insta that he captioned "this barbie is an Avenger. He's just ken" and he will not HEAR Kate's arguments about how technically by Barbie/Ken rules he is also a Barbie. Dick pouts and is like I AM KENOUGH.

All of this leads to a mostly funny conception the Avengers have of Dick. They know he's Nightwing, he doesn't really need a secret identity here, but they don't...get it. He's bouncy and casual because he's still watching Kate's teams, figuring out how best to support, and he doesn't want to step on Kate's toes by accidentally being Too In Charge. So there's this idea that he really IS a himbo until Kate gets injured or captured. If she gets injured on a mission he's on? Look. It clears things up right away. He will absolutely rip apart whatever faction or organization caused that to happen with his bare hands. And God for-fucking-bid he encounters the actual individual responsible for harming her. I'm not saying someone's getting kicked off of a roof but, someone is moving from the roof to the sidewalk in the most expedient way possible.

This is also funny because it makes very clear how different their preferred fighting styles are, because Kate picked A VERY DEFENSIBLE POSITION, please stop worrying, Dick. And she's right! It is! IF YOUR PREFERRED WEAPON IS RANGED.

Now Dick is standing over his mostly unconscious girlfriend who looks like her face got scraped against the ground (because it did), preparing to defend them from all sides. fucking snipers.

It also leads to a fun moment where Kate can't lead. Eli isn't there, so normally command of the team would slide into Cap's purview (if cap and whoever his second is are down, Avengers command would slide over to Kate) so Cap is getting ready to start giving the YA some orders and Dick, not even THINKING about it, just kind of assumes command of the young Avengers and NONE OF THEM QUESTION IT???? He doesn't lead like Kate. He doesn't give orders like Kate, he doesn't even sound like Kate, with cadence or whatever. But there's something that is just kate like enough that her team is like yep this is correct. (The same thing will happen in reverse with the titans) After that the Avengers stop roasting him behind Kate's back.

Also, THE HIP HOLES. look. We need to admit that Kate, canonically, does not have great taste in her avengering uniform. Why did she choose this look? why is she so attached to it?

Like if Kate has the audacity to genuinely criticize discowing?? If for some reason she's wearing a different costume or they got tossed into Gotham in their civvies, her team will absolutely throw her under the bus in order to get brownie points with the batkids.

You can't talk about the deep vee when you had YOUR ENTIRE ABDOMEN OUT BABE. Nothing! Not even a tissue! The body confidence is great Kate but seriously how did you not die. (he's into the scarf, though)

And if Kate actually wears the hip holes? Dick is poking at her trying to figure out if they're actually holes? Is there mesh there? Is it flesh toned fabric? No?? It's actually holes? This man is going to stick his hand in one just to see because what the fuck, Kate, and Kate's going to be like. Dick. Dickie. Nightwing. Your hand is under my costume. Do you realize where your hand is.

Is THAT what it's for?!?!? Dick is now seeing how far he can get his hand. The small of her back? Her other hip? Their friends are scREAMing. Guys? Could you do this some other time?? Like maybe when we're NOT ON FUCKING PATROL?????

anyway now Dick is wondering how far he can actually get his hand inside her uniform and he WASN'T thinking about it Like That before but he sure is now

[lookofhisoceaneyes]

In case you need a good laugh ( Marvel Fic rec)

"Had a terrible day? Your boss yelled at you, your colleagues finished the coffee and didn’t bother to make more? Then, on your way home, you step in dog poop that someone didn't clean up. To top it off, it starts pouring rain and you get home soaked and freezing.

But hey, don't let a crappy day end that way! Snuggle up in bed, pull the duvet over your head, and head to AO3 for some hilarious fics. Just because the day was awful doesn’t mean you can’t end it with a good laugh."

Here are my top funny marvel fics:

The other fandoms are still to come, but not everything fits into the post and I have to select them first.

Marvel Fandom 1 

1. a thing that wants by magdaliny

a thing that wants - magdaliny - The Avengers (Marvel Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky says. “We’re gonna find Nat a dame, okay?”

Natasha shoves him into the pool.

the podfic:

[Podfic] a thing that wants - PhagePods (justaphage) - The Avengers (Marvel Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

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Main Ship: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Side Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bonus Points: James “Bucky” Barnes and Natasha Romanov Friendship

I love this Fic so, so much. It's light, fluffy with a charming Bucky Barnes and a happy Steve. The friendship between Nat and Bucky is so beautifully described here! And of course one of my favorite marvel w/w ship Nat and Maria.

2.Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap by AggressiveWhenStartled

Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap - Chapter 1 - AggressiveWhenStartled - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

Steve had gone fully red-faced with pedantic altar-boy fury. “Did your computer forget how to Google translate?” he bellowed, sticking his head up and over. Bucky yanked him down again. “What are you even trying to say?”

Bucky tried to shake the sparkles off the grenade he had been planning on lobbing over the divider. “It sounded like Latin to me,” he said reasonably, pursing his lips and frowning at the explosive. It dripped a sparkle, and a puff of purple smoke curled up where it hit the concrete.

“That’s because you spent Sunday school flirting with Sarah Cunningham,” Steve accused, bobbing back up to throw his shield and ducking back down to dodge a shining ball of blue light. “You wouldn’t know Latin if it came up and kissed you on your ugly mug.”

“I’d sure know it if Sarah Cunningham did, though.” Bucky grinned, struck by the memory. “That gal really knew what she was doing.”

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Main Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

AggressiveWhenStartled writes such good, funny stories, check out their profile, you won't be disappointed. If you like bickering Stucky then this is the fic for you, so funny and there is also such a nice podfic (As always from Quietnight)

If you like the fic, there is also a Sequal to the story and it's just as funny, if not funnier.

3. Bucky Barnes and the Embarrassment of Spidermen by AggressiveWhenStartled

Bucky Barnes and the Embarrassment of Spidermen - Chapter 1 - AggressiveWhenStartled - Captain America - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

“Peter,” Steve said into the table. “Please tell me you didn’t bring home someone from Tony’s alternate dimension.”

“Of course I didn’t,” Peter said, looking indignant. “I wouldn’t do that. I brought him to your place.”

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Main Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

the podfics:

[Podfic] Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap - Chapter 1 - quietnight - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

[Podfic] Bucky Barnes and the Embarrassment of Spidermen - quietnight - Captain America - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

4. Situation: Normal by redcigar

Situation: Normal - redcigar - Captain America - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment.

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(“He was dragging him out of the river,” Natasha argues later.

“Nat, be honest, he was going for the Full Monty.” Says Clint.

“I’m pretty sure we interrupted him in the middle of giving ‘emergency CPR’,” Tony agrees, “Or the stage after emergency CPR. Emergency Dick? Is that a thing?”

“That’s not a thing,” Natasha and Clint reply.)

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Main Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Short, but  funny. 

the podfic: Situation Normal - quietnight - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

5. Steve Rogers Ruins Christmas: a Thanksgiving Miracle by AggressiveWhenStartled

Steve Rogers Ruins Christmas: a Thanksgiving Miracle - AggressiveWhenStartled - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

“I know I spent a while frozen in the arctic,” Steve said as he slowly reshut the driver’s side door and stepped back to take in the view. “So I guess I haven’t had a chance to see everything here in the future. But I was not expecting a Bavarian-themed Taco Bell with the KFC guy standing out front wearing lederhosen.”

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Main Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

I have to laugh so hard every time I read/hear the story. The whole side story with Bucky constantly calling Steve and annoying him. The beginnings of the poly relationship between Sam/Bucky/Steve. Love every minute of it.

the podfic: [Podfic] Steve Rogers Ruins Christmas: a Thanksgiving Miracle - Chapter 1 - quietnight - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

[gay-jewish-bucky]

I saw your post about queer life for Steve and Bucky before the war and the research being super depressing. The reblogs are turned off so I figured I’d send an ask. Hope that’s ok

I’ve been reading “when Brooklyn was queer” actually just finished the “Brooklyn at war 1940-1945” chapter and it while it doesn’t address the Jewish aspect it’s a very good read about queer life in Brooklyn.

It a lot more positive about queer life during that time than I would have thought. Yeah there’s troubles with the law in there too but a lot of love (and lust) persevering. There’s a lot of focus on artistic communities mostly because they’re the most well documented queers from them. It gives me little happy thoughts that’s maybe our boys could have had more places than I expected back in Brooklyn before the war

Here’s my little captain America book mark that may have totally bought just because Stevie needed to keep my place in this book (well and I needed a bookmark anyway)

I enjoy your blog a lot. Thanks for all the posts!

Thanks so much! I'm so happy that people like my blog!

I really like that book and talk about it from time-to-time, I also love that bookmark!

It's so fascinating to me that Marvel Studios chose to change the neighbourhood that Steve grew up in to be Brooklyn specifically at a time when it was the heart of LGBT+ life in the city.

In the comics Steve (along with Arnie Roth) grew up on the Lower-East Side, which, at the time the comics were created, was the heart of the city's Jewish community.

Brooklyn, of course, was also heavily Jewish at that time and it has now become the lively Jewish heart of the city, while the predominate queer neighbourhood is now centred around Greenwich Village.

As is stated in that book Coney Island specifically, which is directly referenced by Steve and Bucky in the films, was a popular hang-out for queer men. So that's another interesting choice.

I do think growing up where they did would have had a... less negative impact on their relationships with their sexualities...

...but there is a lot of additional historical context that, personally (and I know I'm not alone in this, in Jewish fan spaces we're generally on the same page here) I can't get past.

I'm working on a post that explains all of the context informing my feelings, the Jewish aspect particularly is wildly important (as are the experiences of Arnie Roth, whom he is based on).

This isn't me saying people can't have differing headcanons and I am delighted you have found comfort in this, for me personally and the way I engage with the world, the weight of that history is too heavy.

[shortkingvi]

📖✨Shortkingvi's Fic Hall of Fame✨📖

Since I’ve been a regular fic reader since ~2011, I figure a list like this is long overdue. This is a (semi) comprehensive list of every fic that has irrevocably changed who I am as a person forever. Some of these may not be the most world-altering fic's you've ever read, but for some reason they have wormed their way into my heart and stuck with me since the first time I read them. So, in no particular order and across many fandoms, here are my all time top-10:

1. tin soldiers - idrilka (Marvel Cinematic Universe, rated T, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

this fic... what do i truly say about this one. i am a stucky bitch first and foremost and this is the absolute best of them. a direct companion to captain america: the winter soldier, this fic covers what the public opinion of cap, the plot of the movie, and his relationship with bucky was/is/might be. written as a collection of academic papers, social media posts, and book excerpts, this fic takes unique and unforgettable to a new level. 10/10 would recommend!

2. maybe it's just me - bleedtoloveher (The Hunger Games, rated M, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes, although you could get by knowing the general premise.

this is the first fic i ever remember reading (at like 13 or 14) and boy oh boy did it stick with me. i regularly go back to read this one because it's just... so pure and sweet. an AU where katniss and peeta have been best friends for years and peeta is the only one reaped. upon returning after winning the games, he and katniss must pretend to be in a relationship so that he can protect her from president snow, who is unhappy with peeta. i adore this fic, it's just so lovely.

3. meet me halfway to your heart - ariadnerue (Carmilla, rated T, Carmilla Karnstein/ Laura Hollis)

Do you need to know the source material? No.

i may or may not have a thing for the fake/pretend relationship trope. this one is a fic where carmilla and laura are best friends and the children of two A-list actors. after a pushy dude in a bar won't leave laura alone, she and carm pretend to be in a relationship. of course, the media catches wind of their supposed love and has a field day with it, forcing them to have to pretend they're in love to avoid ruining the release of their parents' new film. this one is so CUTE and a one-shot (albeit 22k words), so it's an easy, sweet read!

4. human interest - mad_lori (Brokeback Mountain, rated E, Ennis Del Mar/Jack Twist)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes, but techincally only the first hour or so, though i think you'd miss out on the catharsis of this by doing so.

no movie truly sticks with me and breaks my heart quite like brokeback, and after a particularly depressing rewatch last year, i stumbled upon this. originally written in 2006, this fic is an AU that imagines what might've happened if ennis had said yes to jack's proposition after ennis' divorce. they open up a cattle operation up in vermont and get their happily ever after. it's slice of life, it's real, it's sweet and cathartic. if you too have been personally victimized by this film, i recommend this more than anything else on this list. it's wonderful. there's a sequel fic that is technically unfinished, but it's 40 chapters and ends on a decent stopping point, so i think that's more than fine.

5. been lovin' you for quite some time - onemilliongoldstars (The 100, rated E, Clarke Griffin/Lexa)

Do you need to know the source material? No.

for some reason i am physically unable to read in canon clexa shit because it hurts too much, so this is an AU. FWB clarke and lexa find themselves spending christmas together and have to pretend they're strangers. it goes about as well as you'd think. read this as a wee baby gay and it means so much to me because of that. clexa truly is my greatest ship of all time, so you can imagine how much this one has stuck with me. an easy, quick, fun read with almost no angst.

6. United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) - fallingvoices, radialarch (Marvel Cinematic Universe, rated T, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

i didn't want to double dip on this list, but when they're this good, you have no choice. this fic is SO creative. similar to tin soldiers, this fic is formatted in an incredibly creative way! telling the story of bucky's hypothetical trial post winter soldier, this fic is a compilation of court transcripts, news articles, and social media posts. it's stucky at its core, but can also just be enjoyed as a bucky fic. it does an incredible job of holding your attention and truly making you feel like you're a part of this trial. this is the character work we should've gotten for bucky post winter soldier/civil war/endgame/ANYTHING.

7. i-80 west - socallmedaisy (Glee, rated M, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

read this one right around the time i was graduating high school and boy oh boy was that the perfect time to read it. brittana roadtrip fic/ last summer in lima fic where they just... go through everything that people go through at that time. i know this one is special to me because of when i read it and what it meant to me, but GOD this one burrowed into the depths of my baby gay trauma brain and has lived there ever since. if you have time, this is a great one. just... yeah.

8. strawberry ice cream (revamped!!!) - banneancroft69 (Ocean's 8, rated E, Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

we do ocean's 8 here sir. this one is just truly lovely. unfinished, so be warned, but it doesn't really matter, because it's mostly a timeline of Lou and Debbie's relationship, starting way back at their first meeting. i'm one of the many who believes that lou and debbie canonically had a on again, off again love affair but are ultimately each other's soulmates, and i think this fic does well to kind of tie all that complexity together in a very fresh way. i think about this one a LOT.

9. roll with the punches - greatestchange (Avatar: Legend of Korra, rated M, Korra/Asami Sato)

Do you need to know the source material? No.

godddddd this fic. this SERIES. korra and asami are estranged high school best friends. when asami learns korra's back in town and fighting in an underground fight club, she goes to seek her out and figure out why she left and what she's been up to since. this series is HEAVY, let me preface, and deals with drug abuse, self-destructive tendencies, and overall complicated humans. it will likely be the most difficult read on this list because of this, but it also is one of the most important for me. i related BIG TIME to this version of korra, and it just really is a masterfully crafted series that i cannot say enough about. please give this a read if it sounds like your thing.

10. see your world in traces - spibsy (Professional Wrestling, rated E, Seth Rollins/Dean Ambrose)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes, but a general understanding of wrestling would probably suffice.

burrowing this down at number 10 so no one notices it. seriously though, i find it hard to ever read anything wrestling related because it often veers way too far into RPF territory for me and those lines are muddy enough as is. this one though... this one is fully within kayfabe and just like.. has stuck with me since i was 16 for some reason. it's FCW era ambrollins aka PEAK twunk rollins era, and it's just such a perfect kayfabe explanation for the funky little feud they had at the time. it's genuine and messy and heartfelt and weird and i HAD to include it here if i truly wanted this list to be as honest and correct as i want it to be. if you're at all into wrestling, this is a lovely one that i should probably read again soon.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Even if there's plenty of problems with how the MCU writes women that doesn't mean there isn't a lot of criticism made in bad faith. Like, people where complaining about She-Hulk when the only thing out was the Logo. "Why does there have to be a female Hulk." Ask as if she wasn't a character who's been around for over 40 years.

Yes, it is important for women and girls to be their own heroes but there's nothing wrong with female counterparts. There can actually be a lot value in them. Sometimes it's good for children to see themselves in not just a hero, but THE hero. It's great that a black kid can see that they can be Captain America or Spider-Man, the hero everyone knows and adores. Same hold true for girls. That there's Carol Danvers is equal to her male predecessor. It's important that the Bat-Family is a family and that Kathy and Barbara wear the logo.

Anyway, point is that the Distaff Counterpart is simply a character that can be done well or poorly and that "Why girl version of guy character, but not boy version of Lady character" is not a real criticism. Jessica is going to be in n Spider-verse 2 and I'm so excited

There is a lot of criticism done in bad faith, I couldn't agree more with you!

The She-Hulk craze was a dumpster-fire in the worst possible way. I didn't watch the show and I only criticized her speech to Bruce regarding catcalling (mainly because it was a lost opportunity to introduce a new character and instead of talking about her personal experiences she went on a general rant on what all women go through + she invalidated Bruce's struggles), but a lot of the criticism I heard about her was ridiculous. Remember all that madness about her twerking? That was a post-credit scene meant to be fun, nothing more, but the amount of hate I saw made my skin crawl - and a lot of it was utterly misogynistic too.

And of course her obsession with Steve and his sexual experiences didn't help. You can't have a series that is supposedly trying to make a point of saying objectifying someone is wrong and then have the title character do just that and frame it as funny.

I'll be honest though and say that I'm not a big fan of female counterparts of male heroes unless they're done well. I didn't mind Kate because she has her own personality and story and she has a great arc throughout the Hawkeye series, but Captain Carter? She's absolutely terrible and she has no story of her own: her What If ep is a copy&paste of TFA where all of Bucky's scenes are given to her. I think the criticism of "this woman is only a male version" only happens when it's done badly, as we saw in Into the Spiderverse that when done well we're all big fans of the outcome.

With that said, reading people trying to pair all women in Phase Four together as something Marvel is doing out of "representation" and claiming they're all just the "female version" of a male hero gets on my nerves, especially when those fans include Shuri in all this. Shuri was introduced in BP1, she's her own character way before she took the Black Panther suit and put it on. It sounds like that type of criticism is in bad faith because it assumes those women need to earn their place on the screen whereas the men are accepted at face value.

As long as we're getting women written well, who cares if instead of Clint we have Kate? Why is it a problem now that it's a woman when it wasn't a problem earlier when the mantle had been given to a man? Or to claim Valkyrie is replacing Thor because she's the King of New Asgard (that's not how it works, she's not female Thor now that she's ruling). It's the same bullshit I read post-Wakanda Forever: if there are more than 2 or 3 women on screen some people start whining and claiming it's all an agenda. So, do we want more women on screen or not? 🤔

[avengers-assemble-fics]

Forgotten Letters | June 14, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she’s in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can’t bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author’s Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Steve,

I can’t describe into words how happy I was when your letter arrived. I had been waiting for the post every day since I sent my first letter. I know that’s an odd thing to say, and James is definitely going to tease me about it when I receive his next letter, but I couldn’t help it. I’m worried about you. And not in the way you’re probably thinking! I’m just as worried about James! You’re my boys! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either of you! But Steve, I really don’t know how I’d cope if I lost you. So no… running into heavy gunfire unprotected or jumping on top of grenades like I know you would! I need you to come home. I need to hug you again. 

I am sorry for being so negative. I know you don’t like it, but the dreams are back, and this time, they’re far more real than you getting hit by a car or murdered in the back of an alley. Now, you’re not here where I can come to your house at 2am when I can’t sleep and that is starting to haunt me. But regardless, I don’t want the entirety of this letter to be selfish. 

I’m glad to hear you’ve made a friend! Peggy sounds nice! Does she train with you? Know anything about her? There aren’t many women allowed in the war, is she a soldier or a nurse? You don’t hear of female soldiers very often. Though you did call her “agent,” is she some sort of spy? I only ask because, well, you know how some people can be. Two-faced. Pretending to be transparent when, in reality, they are a color that distracts from their true color. Like black concealing orange. I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Make sure you can really trust her before you let yourself get too caught up in a one-sided friendship. 

Changing the subject, however, this doctor, are you sure you can trust him? Does it strike you odd that every other doctor in the city declined your request to enter the war, but not this man? That sounds fishy to me Steve, and I didn’t have the chance before you left to tell you. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, though I’m sure it sounds that way. I just don’t want you getting hurt. I apologize for my protective nature, but you know it’s not something I can help. 

On a lighter note, Mr. Stark never came back to the shop. It’s been long enough now that I assume you’re right. He isn’t coming back. And if he does, I’ll explain the situation. He seemed nice enough to understand. I did go out and buy plenty of ink and paper to write to you and James, but I promise, I also got good food! Actually, I got plenty of food to stock in the new refrigerator in the new apartment I’m working on leasing. It isn’t a done deal, but the owners are very nice and we’re waiting for the lease to open before they fully accept my offer. Nan isn’t happy, of course, but you’re right. I’ve gotta get out of that place. Plus, the apartment I’m working on leasing is a two bedroom apartment! Maybe when you come home, we can live together! Just like we always planned!

Be safe Steve, and write me again so I know you’re being safe! I love you and I will continue waiting by the post for your letter. I’ll continue counting down the days until you come home. Win the war quickly. 

Lot’s of Love,

Y/N

[usuallydeepcoffee]

Mr. Rogers and Succession? 👀👀

I mean, you have to admit that the juxtaposition of Steve, the humble son of an immigrant, a guy who owned one pair of (too-big) nice shoes, and the Roys, whose entire shoe rack is probably worth more than the GDP of a small country, would be hilarious.

There are two, scenarios I humbly offer:

Steve in the Roys' world:

(non-powered AU), where Steve is the young, hot partner of a very rich New York billionaire genius (Howard or Tony, take your pick). He's into arts and mostly involved in charity work, so the Roys figure he's just another Willa, but then he turns out to be a pretty good strategist.

Lol, I imagine the Roys would be embarrassing themselves trying to court the Starks, like they did with the Pierces.

(also I just love imagining Steve and Willa gagging anyone who comes near them with some quip about them being gold diggers. Two queens discussing how to maximize their joint slay and all)

2. The Roys in the mcu:

I mean. Imagine the narrative ATN would pull out their asses once it is confirmed that Captain America is actually WWII Steve Rogers. About Steve being a true patriot, standing for the Good Conservative American Values™. The way they'd be trying to get an exclusive interview post-Chitauri attack.

Again they'd probably try to court him because even though he doesn't have money (not like they do), he still has status and influence just by being an American symbol.

(that and they'd probably need his permission to make content about Captain America. Maybe even a ride named after him in their parks)

Lol. Logan would try to imply that they have soooo much in common, both immigrants, both hard workers. Steve has a good sixth sense tho, so he probably takes one look at him and turns his heel.

The cringe from Kendall would make me want to curl up and die. "Yeah man, I could uh, hook you up with some uh, modern pieces. Rothko, Mondrian. I have a couple in my pad in Brooklyn, I could uh, give you one. For free of course. Consider it uh, a thank you for your service"

Roman, oh boy. Can't even think about all the harassment innuendos he would throw Steve's way. Comments about him having all of David's Michelangelo's proportions (and consequently wondering about his dick).

Shiv is probably the one who almost fools Steve into believing she's the most normal but then says something in a terribly classist way and down the DNI list she goes as well.

Con becomes a WWII history buff for the occasion and talks about idk, Goebbels' pubes or something equally disgusting he won at an auction online.

Steve calls Nat and begs her to come and get him with the excuse of an Avenger-related emergency.

And when that inevitably fails, the Roys start a smear campaign against Steve: Captain America getting chummy with ex-Russian spy Natasha Romanoff. Workplace affair or treason?

They probably pop off a couple of bottles when Steve becomes a fugitive.

And then once Sam shows up with the shield and the suit. Oh my god. That might be what actually kills Logan Roy in that verse.

[spideyykid]

Tony Stark, The Villain Factory

I've been wanting to talk about this for a while now, and with my finals slowly coming to a close, I can procrastinate juuusst long enough to make this post.

For a very long time there has been this trend of talking about how Tony Stark creates his own villains (and even villains for others). Even people who love his character include this in their arguments, how his character arc is defined by him attempting to rectify his past actions. His own trilogy is connected by this need of bettering himself, and that starts with fixing his mistakes and protecting the ones he loves. This change from playboy rich kid to savior of the universe is what makes him so interesting to some compared to a character like Steve Rogers, his foil.

Steve Rogers is supposed to personify good, even from the start he is defined by what is to be seen as an all encompassing selfless nature. He does good, good things come from it, he is rewarded, rinsed and repeated. He is rarely told no, because to his credit, he usually is right when it comes to what is morally correct. Since Steve Rogers starts as the good, he has nowhere to grow outside of this narrative, and is constantly surrounded by yes men. He is charismatic in a golden boy type way, America's golden boy. He isn't used to being told no, and on the off chance that he is incorrect, whether fully or partially, he is unwilling to listen to another perspective.

Of course, as previously mentioned, he is usually correct. Key word: usually. So, on the few occasions he is wrong, he is unable to grasp the concept of compromise. He has a very black and white view of the world, and he fully believes that he is always in the white.

Tony Stark, on the other hand, has a different perspective.

Oftentimes, Tony has a very negative self image of himself and his impact on the world. It's easy to forget that it wasn't him who built his empire, but his father. The comics go further in depth with his relationship with the late Howard Stark, but unfortunately the movies attempted to mellow the man out, and even redeem him slightly in later movies (see: Endgame).

In short, at his best, Howard was incredibly dismissive and harsh with his son, and at his worst downright abusive. Tony was essentially groomed to take over a company which was already responsible for providing weapons that slaughtered thousands, profiting from war and destruction. His morality started at a deficit, in the eyes of the characters, the audience, and even to himself.

Unlike Steve, who is supposed to represent two sides of the same coin when it comes to dual roles, both as Steve Rogers the soldier and Captain America the hero, Tony Stark asks the question- "Can a hero do good despite the evil his alter ego has committed?"

Tony essentially has to work against a legacy that he didn't start, a life he was groomed into, and the consequences of his unhealthy coping mechanisms. With that, the main point of this post- why I think the statement "Tony Stark is responsible for his (and others) villains" is (mostly) utter bullshit.

In order to do this, we first need to define what being responsible means. This is important, because if you just define responsible as “connected with,” it muddles down the severity of the action. 

What makes someone responsible?

Responsible means being the primary cause of something and so able to be blamed or credited for it.

The word primary is the most important here, as well as understanding that a character being angry at Tony does not equate him being responsible for their actions. This is a common tactic used to victim-blame, that person A did something to either upset or provoke person B, making person A responsible for person B’s actions. 

In order for Tony Stark to be responsible for a villain, he had to directly cause an action to take place, which then created the villain in question. He also has to be the primary cause of said action, and not just a vessel for the anger of someone who feels like they’ve been wronged and are using him as a metaphorical punching bag.

Now, let us move down the list of the villains he is known for creating, and count the ones he's actually responsible for.

Ready?

Obadiah Stane & The 10 Rings: Iron Man was the catalyst for the MCU, and the first hero (disregarding the current multiverse storyline) to hit the big screen. With it, the introduction to the first villain. The 10 Rings existed with or without Tony's presence, seeing as Howard created the company and Obadiah both oversaw its business before Tony took over in the mid to late nineties, and was the one who was working with Raza. I've seen the argument that since Stark Industries provided the weapons he is to blame for their actions, and although that's the feeling Tony has, it is factually incorrect. Stane was the one dealing under the table, not Tony- who finds out only after his kidnapping and through Christine Everheart. Let me make this point clear now.

Tony was only aware of his supplying of weapons to the American Government and Armed forces.

This will come into play again later down the line. Was it his responsibility to know what was going on in his own company that had his name on it? Absolutely- but I would also argue he had no reason to be aware of Obadiah and what he was doing behind his back. This man was supposed to be a father figure to him, a mentor- a friend of his parents and the man who guided him when they died. We never hear mention of other family, so it wouldn't be a jump to assume that Obadiah was all he had left. Jarvis (the real person) could have potentially been still alive, but even so- he definitely is not at the start of the movie.

Tony is not responsible for Obadiah's actions. He was betrayed, stabbed in the back, and almost killed by the man who he was supposed to trust. He (literally) had his heart ripped out by him. Stane's motivation is power and greed, a desire to take control of Stark Industries and all that would give him. He was angry at Tony, sure, but the only thing we saw Tony do that directly caused him to be angry was shutting down the weapons division of the company.

Tony, 1/3rd of the way into his first movie, has already started his journey towards redemption, is already trying to fix the pain he thinks he helped create- and Stane wanted to reverse it.

Also this movie ends with him sacrificing himself to make sure Stane doesn’t win and continue to hurt others- making the later jabs at him weak and not as meaningful. 

0/2 so far on created villains.

Whiplash and Hammer: 

This one is going to be quick. 

Venko was angry at Tony because of something his father did, plain and simple. 

Hammer was a competitor of Tony’s, we see multiple times throughout the movie that his work is not to the same standard. His attempt to recreate the Iron Man suit almost kills a man, his greatest weapons used by Rhodey fail, and he is overall portrayed to be a slimy individual. His bitterness towards his inadequacy is not Tony’s responsibility, Tony is not at fault for the anger of others when all he did was provide better work. It’s easy to victim-blame him in this situation because of his erratic behavior throughout this movie, but that was fueled by the fact that he was actively dying and had no bearing on Hammer’s or Venko’s actions. 

0/4 responsible so far. 

Aldrich Killian: Out of the entire trilogy, this is the only villain I would attribute to Tony. 

Sort of. 

Tony was a drunk asshole. Tony left him out on the roof. Tony upset him, and was overall a dick. I’m not going to spend that much time arguing whether someone pulling a dick move is enough to justify mass death and inhumane experimentation- because that isn’t the question here. 

(If you want my opinion, no- because if I threw my sprite at a random dude who was having a bad day, and he later killed a bunch of people and cited me as the cause, I wouldn’t be convicted as even an accesory to murder.)

Still, Tony’s direct action = Killian working with Maya and creating extremis. This is different to Hammer, where Tony didn’t directly do anything other than be better at his job. It might have led to a similar outcome, but didn’t come from the same place. I’ll give it a .5, but I don’t fully agree. 

0.5/5

Ultron: This one is probably the most talked about in the MCU. Let me be clear, this is a point, I’m not arguing against that-my problem is people like to pretend he is solely responsible for Ultron.

I’m going to outline the timeline of Ultron (the bot, not the film). 

-Aliens invade and destroy New York, and the Avengers are tasked with defeating them.

-The government attempts to drop a nuke, which Iron Man intercepts and directs into the wormhole, essentially sacrificing himself. While he is in the wormhole, he sees what they are up against. 

-After nearly dying in space, he returns with severe PTSD. Iron Man 3 shows how much the whole experience affected him, how he didn’t sleep, obsessed over the suits, over protecting the world. He develops an anxiety disorder because of it.

-He comes up with the concept of Ultron but scraps the idea. 

-While fighting a Hydra base, Wanda Maximoff, who knew (as stated in the movie by Wanda herself) that she could manipulate Tony into creating something (she did not know what at the time) that would lead to his destruction.

-She manipulates his mind and triggers his severe PTSD, which outlines his biggest fears. 

-He then takes the scepter and, after consulting Bruce Banner, uses it to create Ultron. They work on it together, but do not complete it, the super bot had not been completed and was still in progress at the time of the party. 

People like to say Bruce was forced into working on Ultron, he was not. He was apprehensive, yes- but he is a grown adult that has seven Phd’s, he can damn well think for himself. 

Neither Bruce nor Tony had the intention for it to turn evil, it was supposed to help humanity- not destroy it. The sick truth of it all is that Tony was right. As seen in Infinity War, something big was coming, and they weren’t prepared. Ultron was a failure, but the intention behind it was just and good. 

Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, also an adult woman at the time, intended for destruction, regardless of who it hurt. She, on the flip side, did not know of Ultron, but wanted something that would destroy, for the sole reason of being angry at Tony Stark. We know that at this point she had no care for anyone other than herself and her brother, she even used the Hulk to attack a town as a distraction, something that was devastating for Bruce. If you watch the movie, her face after she whammied Stark at the beginning is sinister. She has the biggest smile on her face when she realizes that her actions were going to lead to something big. 

Tony Stark was partially responsible, yes- responsible enough that Ultron brings the score to 1.5/6 . Still, absolving Bruce’s, and much more importantly, Wanda’s contributions is absolutely not ok. 

Which nicely leads to our next villains- 

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff: Yes, they started off as bad guys. Yes, people will take every opportunity to blame Tony Stark for something. Let me first state something that should be obvious: 

Tony Stark was not responsible for the death of their parents. 

That’s it. 

(Ok that’s not it, I have more to say) 

The twin’s parents were killed when they were 10 years old, meaning they died in 1999. The Novi Grad bombings were conducted by the American Air force, which Stark Industry provided with weapons. Still, and I can not stress this enough, the manufacturer is not responsible for the acts of the user. 

If you’re angry that Tony was working for the military, then I’m sorry to tell you, but there are a lot of MCU characters that work for the military. He did not orchestrate the bombings, he did not make descisions on what the government would do in Sokovia, he did not provide his weapons illegally. 

HE DID NOT CREATE STARK INDUSTRIES. HE BARELY OVERSAW THE DAMN COMPANY BETWEEN HIS FATHER AND OBADIAH. THERE WERE MULTIPLE SHAREHOLDERS, GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS, MEMBERS OF THE COMPANY THAT ALL HAD A SAY.  WHEN HE SAW THE PAIN AND DESTRUCTION THAT WAS HIS FATHER’S LEGACY, HE IMMEDIATELY SHUT IT DOWN. 

We even see in the first Iron Man how much power Obidiah had, how he was able to shut him out of the company when he did anything outside of what Stane wanted. Tony mostly kept to himself even when he was CEO, and Stane was the one shown to make the big choices. The company's connection to the United States military wasn’t even started by Tony, but by his father.  When he was exposed to the destruction and went to shut it all down and stop the manufacturing of his weapons, pretty much everyone was angry at him. Stane and Rhodey are never blamed for the deaths of Wanda’s parents, even so their connection and desire to continue working with the military after Tony’s ordeal is even more significant.

Even if it was Tony who directly made the sale, something which again, was established by his father and continued by Stane, it still would not make him responsible. 

See previous point: The manufacturer is not responsible for the acts of the user. 

This is probably the point, besides Ultron, that the most amount of people will argue with me over. 

1.5/8

Vulture: There's a very popular idea that Tony Stark is responsible for all of Spider-Man’s villains. The DOC was established as a way to rectify the damage caused by the attack on New York in 2012. Since it was all funded by Tony Stark, he is the one connected to the project. I’ve seen a lot of Tony stan’s use this as an argument for Tony, saying he is the only Avenger who cared about New York after the attack. 

I am not making that argument. 

As much as I love him, I think it’s unfair to accuse the other Avengers of not caring. We have no proof that they didn’t help in any way after the attacks. Unlike Tony, none of them have the money, nor the resources to fund an endeavor such as a complete reconstruction and clean up of a city such as New York.

Now, that isn’t to undermine Tony’s charitable actions: in the real world, not every billionaire contributes to events such as this one. Even when they do, there is a close to zero probability that they would fund the entire thing. We see how Tony uses his money to help in multiple situations, not only funding the Avengers themselves, but doing things such as buying a building the Hulk was about to destroy in Age of Ultron. 

If there wasn’t a billionaire on the team, or Tony, who you could argue did his part by almost getting himself killed getting a missile away from the city, did not contribute his own money, that burden would fall on to the government. 

In short, we see his contributions through the eyes of the villain, who is attributing his loss to the man responsible for not only saving the lives of countless others, but funding the effort to clean up a mess the Avengers didn’t create. 

This is another example of Person A being wronged by someone, attributing it to Tony, and then using that hate to justify their actions. 

You can not tell me that Tony was in the wrong for providing resources to aid in the reconstruction of a city he almost gave his life for. 

The DOC even told Toomes he could reach out and complain, and with everything else we have no reason to believe Tony wouldn’t have compensated Toomes and his crew. If there was a scene where he made the attempt and Tony denied him, then you could potentially make the argument that he was the cause. 

1.5/9

Mysterio: This one hurts me to even entertain. 

Quentin Beck, a person who worked for Tony Stark, was angry that an invention that he worked on while under contract for Stark Industries, was taken, repurposed for use in therapy, and named B.A.R.F.

Let’s break this down. 

We don’t know how much of B.A.R.F was actually Beck’s doing, since we know that his recollection of events was incorrect. A prime example of this is shown through the flashback in FFH, where on stage at Tony's joke about the name, there was a lot of laughter coming from the audience. 

In the actual scene which we see in Civil War, no one is laughing. It is either a blatant lie or a fabricated memory. 

Even if Beck was a major part in the project, he still created it for Stark Industries, which, approximately seven years prior to Civil War, shut down their weapons division. 

Beck was angry that the company didn’t want to use it as a weapon. 

This is a decision which would also probably be pushed through to the CEO, which by this time, is not Tony Stark, but Pepper Potts. We see in Iron Man three that she is the one making the big choices, probably in collaboration with members of the board alongside Tony Stark himself. There is a possibility that Tony himself didn’t even fire him, and that this is yet another example of name attribution, but that of course, is merely speculation. 

Beck says he was fired for being “erratic”- I do not doubt this, considering how he acts in FFH. He is constantly yelling and threatening his coworkers when he doesn’t get his way. 

The crew alongside him are also portrayed to be wronged by Tony, including a man named William Ginter Riva. He is the guy everyone knows from this classic interaction with Stane:

"Tony Stark was able to build this in a cave! With a box of scraps!"

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not Tony Stark."

This is the reason Riva is shown to be angry at Tony, because Obidiah yelled at him. Not Tony himself, but Stane. Just another example of people being angry at Stane, but attributing that anger to Tony. 

The group is upset that Tony left Peter Edith instead of them- why would Tony leave Edith to a random bunch of employees, some of which were even fired or had left the company? 

Their motivation makes no sense, is unhinged, and is no way the responsibility of Tony Stark. 

1.5/10

To conclude, Tony is responsible for 1.5/10 of the villains people accuse him of being responsible for. 

That’s 15%, and that’s not even taking into account the rest of the villains in the MCU that he has nothing to do with

A rough count (that i'm low balling) is approximately 40 villains in the MCU. 1.5/40 is 3.75%. 

“But he still antagonized/motivated/upset them!”

So has every hero in every movie ever. So has a lot of victims of crimes, that is not an excuse for these people to hurt Tony, his loved ones, or any one else they so please.

[checkingoutforheroes]

Cinderella.

Y/n posts a tweet:

Why do I have to see you everyday? You're a pain in the ass that I can't do anything about it. Urghh so annoying.

20 minutes later your phone blows up with the group chat notifications.

Clint: Y/n, my kids called me, asking me about your tweet. Care to tell a brother?

Steve: Stark, what did you do?

Kate: What tweet???

Tony: I didn't do anything!

Tony: Yet 😏 But yeah, who upset you?

Natasha: Y/n's upset? Who should I blow?

Y/n: Gosh... chill

Kate: I read the tweet. Boi, you literally the most patient person in our group. I wanna know who's that person.

Natasha: Name and their social id please.

Wanda: I can find her if you want.

Natasha: So, it's a she. Which department?

Tony: Told you guys, it wasn't me this time.

Clint: So, boys are off the list.

Natasha: Done. Already have names of all the women in the Avengers and SHIELDS department.

Y/n: Nat, really. No need for that. I'm fine now.

Steve: Who upset you Y/n?

Y/n: Well....

Natasha: Is it me? Though I know it wasn't me.

Y/n: No Nat. You literally take care of me! Of course not you.

Kate: Is it me? Did I put stuffs in higher shelves?

Y/n: No Kate, not you. You're sweet, don't worry, you not upsetting me.

Wanda: Since Carol is off earth, is it me? Was your pancakes taste bad? I'm sorry.

Y/n: Don't be ridiculous Wanda. No one in this compound can match your cooking.

Maria Hill: I know I'm tough on you but we haven't met in three days. So it wasn't me or Fury. -Deputy director left the chat

Y/n: Wth. How is she get on this group chat..?

Natasha: Stop stalling Y/n. Just tell us.

Y/n: Okay. Its none of you guys. Just move on.

Yelena: Is it me?

Y/n: Well, my posts aren't directed at anyone but, if the shoe fits, wear it.

Y/n: Cinderfuckingrella!

Natasha: Now we know. -Natasha left the chat

Clint: Know what? Who did it?

Kate: Hahaha! Burn 🔥 🔥 🔥

Yelena: Shut up, dog arrow girl!

Steve: Who's burning? Remember: STOP. DROP. and ROLL!

Kate: Clint, is Captain America always like this?

Tony: If I were you, I'd get off the country 5 minutes ago.

Yelena: yeah no shit. I hear something on my ceiling.

Kate: I wanna witness it!

Wanda: Yeah, run all you can, as fast as you can but I still can sense you, you know?

Tony: Stop triggering me! -tony left the chat

Steve: I'm not going to stop your sister. Good luck.

Clint: Yeah. I have to walk the dog.

Y/n: And I have to shower my imaginary fish.

Yelena: Suka. @%&₩£$#";!

[shrunkyclunksbang]

Title: Not all relics are 100 year old supersoldiers

Posting: The week of August 14th

Author: Kel @kalee60​ [Twitter] [AO3]

Artist: Rufferto9 [AO3]

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe, Action/Adventure, Captain America/Modern Bucky Barnes, Identity porn, Misunderstandings, Explicit sexual content, canon typical violence, on the run, strangers to lovers, communication is key, alternating POV, Bucky is a modern Indiana Jones, Natasha is a good bro, fights, minor injuries, alien artifact, falling in love, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes

Summary:

If asked, Bucky Barnes would call himself a modern day adventurer. He roamed the world collecting and cataloguing artifacts and relics for a living, his only help in the form of his enigmatic assistant, Natasha. Sure, it was a lonely life, but it was hard to meet people in his line of work, so he survived on random hook-ups to let off steam, not needing any more than that.

But when he meets the handsome stranger Steven in a Puerto Ricon bar, everything changes. How on earth could a man like Steven exist, and not only that, want Bucky?

One scorching hot encounter later, it all went to hell.

Because earlier that day, Bucky had discovered an alien artifact on his dig, unwittingly becoming a target to a rival collector. A rival who wanted Bucky's find and was not asking for it nicely. In fact, Bucky was suddenly running for his life, without even the chance to say goodbye to Steven. And just when Bucky had given up hope of survival, it's an Avenger who comes to his rescue. Captain America himself.

Yet, why was the hero acting funny and stand-offish with Bucky? Why wouldn’t he take off his mask, and why did he seem so damn familiar?

Cue a bunch of misunderstandings, alien technology that won’t quit and two stupid boys who can’t see what’s right in front of their noses.

Excerpt:

“Tony, I need you to come to my location now, or send a suit. Maybe both - actually, both.” Steve didn’t bother with a greeting once he’d passed the encryptions to Tony’s personal phone. He was just thankful he’d picked up.

“Why hello to you too, Captain Pina Colada. Lovely to hear from your tone that you’re relaxed and refreshed from your holiday and that you’re currently lounging around in a…gas station? What tour group did you sign up -”

“I don’t have time for your inane quips - come now!”

“Inane, I’ll have you know -”

“I mean it Tony.” Steve squeezed the ridge of his nose between a finger and thumb, knowing he was about to open himself up to a world of pain and ribbing. “I need your help.”

Tony was silent for all of a second, “be there in ten.”

Then he was gone, the smirk in his voice clear as day.

“Shit,” Steve said into the empty receiver, then hung his head in defeat. Tony would be insufferable, but it was for Bucky…for Nat. He swallowed away the bitterness in the back of his throat. Bucky wasn't for him.

“Err, excuse me? Mr America?”

Steve placed the phone back into its cradle and looked over his shoulder at the kid manning the register. He wouldn’t have been a day over sixteen, and Steve was ready to plaster a smile on to say thanks, when he realised the kid wasn't about to ask for an autograph. He was pointing outside towards the car instead.

Oh no...

Running from the back of the store, Steve burst into the parking lot to find six armoured vehicles and twenty masked Hydra operatives flanking the SUV. Of course they would have tracked it. Steve was losing his edge, he’d been compromised by Bucky.

Bucky.

The same Bucky who was stumbling from the back of the car, landing in the dirt on his hands and knees, head bowed, breathing heavily.

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 27. when she loves someone.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually).

[Steve]

There are several gasps around the room as the rest of the team follows my gaze down to the faint blue glow clearly radiating off of Willa’s skin. Rolling backwards a short distance from the table, I take a deep breath, trying to figure out what the best course of action would be. Bruce and Tony rise to their feet; as soon as the scientist is up, Nat quickly follows, grabbing his arm to hold him back. With everything we just discussed prior to the kids arriving, the tension in the room has only amplified.

“Okay, okay sweetheart,” I begin to hum steadily, gently wrapping my arms around the shaking girl in hopes of calming her some. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hide, Willa. You’re safe.”

“Jarvis, status on 24?” Tony blurts out.

“The project is fully loaded in your laboratory, sir,” the robot responds. My eyes shoot up at Tony, glaring at him. Every other face in the room but Peter’s does the same.

“Shut it down,” I command, the tone of my voice causing Willa to flinch under my shirt. My hand finds her back through the fabric and rubs soothingly along it; I don’t want to scare her. But Tony needs to be put in his place. Against my bare skin, I can feel that Willa is unusually warm. “Bruce,” I turn to the doctor, “should we take her upstairs? Should we take her to medical? What do we do?” I ask, trying not to panic.

“I don’t want to move her right away. Can we get the room cleared out?” he asks, turning to the others. Clint, Wanda, and Thor all leave without a sound. Tony stands his ground firmly, Nat keeping her hand firmly on his arm.

“Tony, we’re leaving,” she states lowly.

“No,” the bitter retorts, “you’re leaving. I’m taking the kid to my lab and figuring out why the hell she’s glowing blue.”

At the word ‘lab’, Willa shrivels up on my lap. “Please, n-no- sorry, sorry. Please, sorry. Please,” she starts to beg, causing Natasha to tighten her grip on the genius’s arm, sending him a death glare for scaring the poor thing even more.

“M-Mr. Stark?” Peter squeaks from behind him. Tony turns slightly to face the shaking boy, who now has tears running down his cheeks.

“Pete,” I breathe, my heart breaking for the teen as his head hangs low. “You’re alright, son. Why don’t you go upstairs and find Thor? He was talking about wanting to watch movies with you earlier.”

But Peter doesn’t listen. Instead, he peers up fearfully at his mentor, looking like a cornered puppy facing a beating. “P-please don’t put Willa in a lab. She’s so scared of that stuff, sir- please don’t. I-I don’t know what happened; I-I’m so sorry. She fell asleep on the couch while we were watching The Backyardigans… a-and then all of a sudden she was awake and crying and glowing like that. Please don’t put her in a lab. Please,” he pouts, but not even the tearful words from his favorite spiderling can change Tony’s mind.

“Peter, we can talk about this later,” the man says quietly. “No one’s mad at you,” he adds. “We just need to figure out what’s going on with her.”

“We can do that without turning her into your living experiment,” Nat hisses.

The little girl’s sobs are growing louder from under my shirt as Bruce sighs heavily, stating, “You need to get out, Tony. You’re scaring the life out of her. Steve has primary guardianship, so any decisions about her health come down to his discretion, anyway. You’re just picking a fight you can’t win,” the doctor reasons.

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, grinding his teeth together in frustration. “Fine,” he eventually grunts. “But this discussion isn’t over. You can’t keep the secrets hidden in her body locked up forever.” At this, Nat begins to drag him out, and he reluctantly goes along with her.

Peter takes one last sad look at his friend hiding under my shirt, sniffling. “I-I’m so sorry,” he sniffles once again, making it apparent that he truly blames himself for everything that’s gone wrong with the situation.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Bruce tells him warmly. Peter nods sadly one more time before turning around and leaving, closing the door behind him.

With everyone gone but Bruce, the room now feels much larger; finally, there seems to be enough space and air to breathe. The doctor steps over in front of me and kneels down cautiously, visually examining the glow through the fabric.

“Willa,” I murmur softly, causing the girl to wince in fright. “You can come out now, doll. Everyone’s gone but Bruce.” This, however, does little to comfort the child, and for a moment I wish I would’ve asked Peter to stay, given how skillful he tends to be at calming his friend down.

“No lab, p-please. Y-you- you promised, please- you pr-promised,” Willa sobs, clinging onto my torso as tightly as she can.

“Hey- no lab, sweetheart. That’s right; I did promise. I promised you, didn’t I? No one’s taking you to a lab, Willa. You’re safe,” I try, but I know that Tony’s words have done a great deal of irreversible damage. Up until this point, a lab hasn’t been mentioned in front of Willa since her rescue from Seoul. She had hopefully grown to trust that she would never be put in a lab again. Unfortunately, this fear has been resurfaced due to Tony’s carelessness.

“Please, sorry, w-will do better… will do anything,” the small girl implores.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, darlin’,” I soothe, heartbroken that she thinks somehow any of this might be her fault. “Tony’s the one who’s out of line here, but the rest of us will protect you. I promised you no more labs the very first day we met. And I’m gonna keep that promise, okay?” The child doesn’t respond; instead, she just sniffles, seemingly unable to believe my words.

Reaching down gently, I grab on to the hem of my shirt, trying to lift it up to uncover the girl. In response, I earn a frightened sob as she continues to hide her face away against my skin. “It’s okay, Willa,” Bruce begins to speak softly. “Steve and I won’t let Tony put you in a lab. He can’t; if he tries to he’ll get in big trouble. We won’t let anything happen to you,” he assures her. Though at this point, I don’t know how much any of what we say means to her.

“Willa-bug, you’re glowing,” I whisper mildly. The small girl cowers slightly in my lap at my statement, nodding. “I didn’t know you could do that; I think it’s kind of cool,” I admit, trying to lighten the mood and let her know she’s not in trouble for anything. At this, Willa glances up at me, almost in disbelief. I smile gently down at her, my hand finding her cheek and rubbing softly. She flinches at first, but after a few moments, she slowly starts to ease into the touch. Her eyes trail over to Bruce, and he smiles warmly at her as well. Gradually, I feel her relax against me, and I sigh, relieved. I’ve learned that when frightened, Willa is hard to communicate with; she needs to be reassured and comforted, both verbally and physically, before anything productive can happen. Once she’s settled down, she’s much easier to work with.

“Hey, did you know Wanda glows, too?” Bruce whispers, covering his mouth comically as if he’s sharing a big secret. Willa nods slowly. “I don’t think any of us can do that but you two,” he tells her, “I wish I knew how to glow like that.” This seems to calm Willa even more, and she turns again slightly so that she can see the doctor better, her eyes finally drying. Carefully, I pull my shirt back down, covering my torso again. “Are you able to control your glow?”

Willa shakes her head, looking down at herself. The blue radiates a few inches beyond her skin, the color reminding me of a clear summer sky. Not too saturated or vibrant, it’s a very soft shade.

“Does it have to do with your healing powers?” I ask, wondering if she’s possibly shifted.

The child shakes her head again. “Don’t glow for that,” she informs, causing Bruce to nod thoughtfully.

“Has this ever happened before?” the doctor asks her.

Willa nods. “One time,” she admits.

“Only once?” Bruce asks. “Do you remember how long ago?”

The girl furrows her brow, taking a few moments to think before finally shaking her head. “That’s okay, doll,” I assure her. Living with Hydra her whole life, it doesn’t surprise me that she has a hard time conceptualizing her timeline.

“Do you know why it happens? Or what it does?” Bruce questions. At this, the little girl shrinks down slightly. Before I can say or do anything to stop it, she’s begun quivering again. Her bottom lip trembles as tears build back up in her eyes, immediately sending me into a state of concern.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” I hum, rubbing my thumb across her cheek again gently. She gazes up at me warily, a single tear trailing down from the corner of her eye. I wipe it away softly, murmuring, “You can tell us, sweetheart. You don’t have to be scared.”

“B-bad,” she whimpers. “B-beat Willa for it.”

“The bad guys beat you for it?” Bruce asks to clarify. She nods.

“We won’t hurt you, pumpkin. You’re safe here, remember? We keep you safe; we would never hurt you,” I tell her. “Whatever this power is, whatever the reason for it happening, you won’t be in trouble.” Willa takes in a shaky breath, turning and burying her face back into my t-shirt.

“They were s-so mad,” she sniffles, her words slightly muffled by the soft fabric. “H-happens when Willa loves someone.”

Her words take me completely by surprise. When she loves someone? To be honest, up until now I wasn’t quite sure how much she knew about the word love or its meaning, to begin with. I’ve never told her I love her, even though I do with all my heart. Because we haven’t crossed the threshold of her identifying me as her parent, I just figured telling her “I love you” should wait. The last thing I want to do is make her feel rushed or pressured. So when she says she’s glowing because she loves someone… I have so many questions about what that could mean.

“When you love someone?” I repeat softly. The shaking child cowers at my words, but nods.

“P-Peter,” she reveals. “Fell as'eep on his lap, w-watching Backy-yard'gans.” I feel my whole body softening at her words; Bruce is noticeably affected too, his entire demeanor shifting as a look of fondness crosses his face. “Th-then had a dream about Steve,” Willa continues. Her eyes once again rise up to meet mine, the green glittering with tears. “Love Steve, too.”

I don’t realize I’m crying until I see a teardrop fall and drip onto Willa’s nose. My arms wrap around her tightly as I hold her up in front of me, wanting to look her in the eyes as directly as I can. Fear lingers in her gaze, as if she’s afraid I’ll be upset for what she’s revealed to me. But she couldn’t be more wrong. I didn’t know it until now, but I’ve been waiting for her to say those words to me ever since I found her in that tiny little room all the way back in Korea. I’ve been waiting for someone to say those words to me my whole life. For someone to trust me like this. For someone to need me like this.

“Oh Willa,” I breathe, my voice cracking as I brush a few stray hairs out of her face. “My Willa-bug… I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, Willa. My sweet girl. My best girl.”

“Best girl,” she repeats, her arms flying open and wrapping around my neck as I pull her in close to me, holding onto her for dear life. I bury my nose into her soft brown hair as we embrace, breathing in her familiar apple scent and taking a second to close my eyes. More than anything, I just want to remember this moment always. Even when it’s hard, even when it seems like there’s nothing I could ever do to make things better for her, to heal her brokenness; I need to remember this moment. I need to remember the way she feels right now, like a morning after an endless night. Like a soft sun finally rising.

“Willa?” Bruce asks, breaking us out of our moment. I open my eyes as Willa turns slightly back to look at the doctor. “You said this happened one time when you were with Hydra?” The girl nods. “Who did you love?”

“A man. H-he was… h-he took care of Willa,” she tells him quietly. “Came in sometimes and helped when she was hurt. But then one day, he- he changed. Became so m-mean, so scary.”

“Do you remember what he was called?” I ask, brushing the child’s hair back from her face.

After a moment of thinking, she opens her mouth again and speaks. “One time, think he said his name was Bucky.”

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[simplystevies]

wedding

pairings || 40’s!bucky barnes x rogers!f!reader

summary || he was happy that steve found love, but was he jealous? of course.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, steve and bucky come back from the war, major fluff, small age gap, howard stark flirting with reader, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, public sex, tipsy bucky, tipsy sex, hair pulling, getting caught, bucky coming in reader.

note || told u guys i’m posting today!!

wc || 2.1k

when bucky was shipped off to england, he had two things on his mind. steve, and you. you were steve’s younger sister, only by three years, but you had stolen bucky’s heart.

bucky did anything and everything to get back to you. he regretted not telling you— or steve about his feelings, well because he mightn’t come back to say them at all.

when he got back, he felt the weight of the world be lifted from his shoulders. he didn’t need to tell you anymore because he had all the time in the world.

except, somehow, his shy scrawny friend beat him and ended up with a girlfriend before him. that girlfriend quickly became his fiancé after the war.

they had set up a date to be married, which was creeping around the corner. steve had asked bucky to be his best man a couple months prior to now.

bucky was ecstatic, of course he said yes. he was more excited to see you. he was always embarrassed of the small crush he had on you, mainly because you were three years younger than the two boys.

he met you in the playground where steve was being bullied, you were also there but too engrossed in your toy trucks to notice your older brother being shoved over.

when bucky came back from the war with steve, you were the first to greet them with open arms, and not because steve became the infamous captain america.

bucky remembered the first time you went out like it was yesterday, you were in a beautiful dress. you had asked him to zip up the back of your dress. you were going out with a guy in your class, michael.

bucky didn’t approve, obviously, but steve was happy for you so he had to throw on his best poker face. bucky stood at the door, watching michael help you into the car.

he sent michael a glare before coming back inside and going to steve. that day was somewhere around six years ago, bucky can’t get the image of you in that dress out of his head.

he also can’t forget beating michael up in a dark alley way when he saw him with another girl. he came to your house with bloody fist and an annoyed face.

that night, you fell head over heels for bucky. seeing him all bloody and angry turned you on more than you wanted to admit. sadly, he was your brothers best friend and three years older than you.

when bucky was deployed, you sucked it up and tried to move on. and you did exactly that. you dated multiple men, none of them working out. you knew no one could be another bucky.

when you found out steve was getting married, you couldn’t be happier or him. his wife, peggy, was amazing to you, you loved her like a sister. in the short two years of you knowing her, she had been amazing to you.

you were currently doing peggy’s makeup, already having done your own. she looked beautiful in her dress. “alright peg, you’re finished, i need to go find my date!” you said.

your date was howard stark. you were ecstatic when he asked you, you simply couldn’t say no. “you look beautiful.” howard sounded from behind you. you turned with a blush and bit your lip.

“thank you, howard, you look amazing yourself.” you complimented. you walked up to him and gave him a small hug before taking his hand in yours. you both walked into the church hall, sitting in the front.

howard placed his hand on your thigh and smiled down at you. bucky walked over, no one by his side, which confused you. he sat next to you with a smile. “hey y/n.” he whispered, hugging you tightly.

you returned the hug and leaned back slightly. “this is howard, he’s my date.” you introduced howard. howard stuck his hand out with a smile. “this is bucky, hes been my friend since i can remember.” you smiled.

bucky took his hand and gave him a quick nod. steve walked up to the alter, giving you a small wave and smile. you looked up at him with glossy eyes. even though he was your older brother, you did most of the protected when bucky was away.

your big-baby brother was growing up. you were so proud of him. your hand gripped the one of your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. howard pulled his hand from yours, wrapping it around your waist.

he pulled you in closely and kissed your head. you smiled and played with his fingers. the music started to play, signalling that peggy was making her way down the isle. she was escorted by edwin jarvis.

after the wedding, steve and peggy had reserved an entire hotel for their guests. steve said he wanted the best for his best girl. you were sat at the bar with howard.

“y/n! come on, have a dance!” bucky ran over to you, taking your hands in his. you groaned and got off the seat, waving at howard before taking bucky’s other hand.

you bit your lip and danced around with bucky. for the first time in years, you felt free. a slow song played, making bucky break away from you awkwardly. “uh— you can go get howard.” he mumbled.

you looked over to see howard with his hands on the hips of another girl. you turned back to bucky and smiled. “he’s pre-occupied.” you grabbed bucky’s arms again.

you placed them on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. bucky smiled and looked down at you. “i’ve always wanted to dance like this with y— someone.” he said, nodding his head slightly.

you smiled and giggled slightly. “i’ve missed you, during the war and stuff.” you shrugged, shaking your head. bucky chuckled and shook his head. “that was two years ago.”

you shrugged and shook your head. “we haven’t been as close as we used to be, y’know.. we grew distant, i miss the bucky that would beat guys up for me.” you chewed on your lower lip.

bucky smiled and kissed your forehead. he gripped your head and pulled it under his head, placing his on top of yours. “i’ll always beat guys up for you, peach.” he whispered.

“if you could stop trying to fuck my sister, buck, that would be great.” steve sounded from across the hall. the entire place erupted into a fit of giggles. bucky blushed and rolled his eyes.

you looked up at him with a giggle before shaking your head. “i’m not trying to sleep with you.” bucky shook his head and laughed. you took his hand in yours and shrugged.

“well dont tell steve but my girl crush on you wouldn’t say no.” you wiggled your eyebrows. bucky bit his lip and smirked at you. “you had a crush on me?” he asked.

you nodded and continued to sway around the dance floor with bucky. “i had a crush on you too, it was the only reason i beat up all those guys.. half the stories were fake just so i could come back and be your hero.” bucky shrugged.

you gasped and hit his chest with a loud giggle. “what? which ones were fake?” you asked, moving your hands around his neck again. “well, there was robert.. just saw him on the street, john, adam, jack, car-“ bucky started.

“okay! gosh! why so many?” you asked, biting your lip. “you did date a lot of guys.” bucky shrugged with a smirk. you rolled your eyes playfully. “i didn’t! half of those guys are people from my class!” you protested.

bucky bit his lip and blushed. “i was pretty overprotective of you, i guess.” bucky rubbed his tongue against his bottom lip. you blushed and shook your head, looking into his baby blue eyes.

bucky leaned in slowly. you were going to shut your eyes, but a hand on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. you turned around, bucky almost fell into your chest.

“y/n! i’ve been looking everywhere for you!” howard spoke. bucky sighed and let go of your waist. “c’mon, let’s go up to a hotel room.” howard wiggled his eyebrows, nipping at your waist.

you weren’t a virgin, you had lost it long ago.. but you weren’t about to get into bed with howard after you had seen him with other women. you looked at bucky with scared eyes and he nodded.

he walked away and walked up to steve. howard took your hand and started to walk you upstairs. steve ran over and took your arm. “howard! i’m sorry but i really need y/n to stay down here, y’know.. emotional support.” steve smiled before pulling you away from howard.

you clung to steve and ran off with him. “thank you steve.” you whispered into his chest. steve smiled and pushed you in a certain direction. you looked up to see bucky stood with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“go dance with him, do whatever with him, i’d rather him than howard.” steve whispered in your ear, kissing your head before walking away. you smiled and walked up to him.

bucky didn’t see you so he walked towards the bar. you let him, watching him as he ordered a few shots and downed them. you put your hands on his shoulders from behind and smiled.

he turned to you and smiled. “hi! wow, did i tell you that you look amazing?” he said, nodding his head. you blushed and shook your head. “well you do.. you look so.. i could fuck you right here.” he chuckled

you bit your lip and took his hand. “why don’t you then?” you whispered into his ear. bucky bit his lip and moved his hand to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

you moaned and pressed your head into his chest. “i don’t think it’s fair that we ruin steve’s day.. let’s go find a bathroom.” bucky smirked. you gripped his arm as he pulled you away.

bucky dragged you into the reception hall and roughly kissed you. you moaned into the kiss and gripped his shoulders. bucky lifted you up and pressed you against the wall.

you moaned and connected your hands to his hair, pulling on the roots. bucky groaned and pulled away, taking you into an elevator. he reached his hands up your dress and pulled your panties down.

bucky pressed the button and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers. “gotta have you now.” he mumbled as he slid his tip inside of you. you gasped and gripped the railing on the side of the elevator.

bucky thrusted inside of you, groaning at how you felt around him. “oh fuck baby.” you moaned into his neck, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. bucky gripped your ass and bit your shoulder.

the elevator stopped and let out a loud ding. bucky didn’t even pull out, walking with him inside of you. “oh god!” you threw your head back, bouncing yourself against him.

bucky chuckled and pushed you against the wall, looking for his key card to get in. “calm dow— oh fuck it.” bucky groaned, gripping your thighs and thrusting into you.

you moaned out and pulled him in closer. your hands reach down to his ass and gripped it. “harder— fuck! right there!” you cried out as he hit the spongy spot deep inside you.

you squeezed your eyes shut and clenched around him. “oh god princess, you feel so good.” bucky moaned. you shoved your head into his neck and cried out as the knot formed inside you.

bucky continued to penetrate your insides, shoving you up against the wall. “gonna make you my good girl.. my fuckin’ girl.” bucky mumbled, placing his head in your neck.

he peppered soft kisses on your neck. “fuck i’m gonna come.” you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs against him. you clenched around him before releasing all over him. “oh fuck!” you screamed, throwing your head back.

bucky moaned and continued thrusting inside of you, chasing his own release. your head bopped against the wall as bucky released inside of you. “shit.” he whispered, pulling out.

bucky let you down and pulled up his pants. he chuckled and kissed you softly. you smiled and kissed back, wrapping your arms around him. “could you two not wait to get inside.. i had to watch all of that.” steve’s voice boomed through the hall.

you and bucky faced him, faces covered in a dark red. “couldnt find my..” bucky mumbled, pulling the key out of his pocket that he checked a few times. “key.” bucky finished. steve rolled his eyes and brought peggy to their own room.

bucky turned to you and bit his lip. once you both heard that door shut, you both burst out in a loud laughter. bucky opened the door and pulled you inside.

“hopefully this round won’t be seen.”

[loveofafangirl]

My Beautiful Baron

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: Zemo returns home from a mission with some minor injuries that you insist on caring for. *Fluff, Comfort/Care*

TW: non-graphic descriptions of cuts and bruises with mention of blood, brief mention of a handgun

Word Count: ~950

A/N: Zemo needed a beard so I gave him one in the edit in my title card: My Beautiful Beared Baron 😍🙈! It's not the best, but if anyone is interested, I can post the edit separately.

You turn your head quickly at the sound of the front door clicking shut. You jump to your feet, instinctively retrieving one of the small handguns concealed within the house. You hold the weapon close, listening to the sound of footsteps cautiously striding through your home. Your lips curl in the corner as you tap the safety back on—you'd know those footsteps anywhere.

"You're home early?" You call cheerfully, dashing toward the source of the noise.

"Helm?" You find him in the bedroom. Even facing away from you, you can sense the tension in his posture, despite his slumped shoulders. Your pulse quickens, "What's wrong?"

"I had hoped not to disturb you. It is nothing." His reassuring tone does little to calm your worries as he keeps his back toward you.

"What's wrong," you repeat more firmly. Your gaze settles on his coat lying across the ottoman at the foot of your bed and the red crimson color tinting its fur collar. "Is that blood?" You realize the question is foolish before you finish uttering it. Of course, it was blood—this wasn't the first time, but he seemed different. "Is it your blood?"

Reluctantly, Zemo turns to you, a regretful sigh leaving his downward lips. "Alas, as I said, it is nothing—just a scratch."

You try to school your expression as your fingertips brush lightly over his left cheek, which was far more than scratched. He doesn't move, but you notice slight creases around his eyes as he tries not to flinch under your touch.

The deep cut dug across his cheekbone has swollen shut, dried blood scabbed over the opening. You feel the warmth radiating from the wound as your hand hovers there, assessing the injury. "Let me get you something."

He wraps his hands around yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss. His knuckles are deep red, tinting toward purple. His gloves had prevented any cuts or abrasions, but they couldn't stop the bruising. "Please do not trouble yourself, Liebling. I have suffered worse."

"I know, but that doesn't mean you must suffer alone now." You run your free hand gingerly through his hair. "We take care of each other. Always."

He leans into your touch. His eyes close momentarily as a smile crosses his face.

"Now—" You raise your voice confidently and narrow your gaze challengingly at him. "I am going to gather some things. You are going to get out of those clothes, put something more comfortable on, and then sit there while I take care of you."

Zemo's head tilts to the side, and his brow arches, piqued by your tone. A low chuckle slips from his lips, but he does as you've ordered.

"Good boy," you tease before hurrying off to the master bathroom. You grab some antiseptic, antibiotic cream, and cotton pads. You dampen a warm cloth and retrieve a towel.

You're pleased to see that the rest of him is mostly intact. Aside from a bruise forming on the side of his torso, his wounds are minor compared to what you worried could be hiding beneath his clothes. Still, your heart races in your chest, knowing that every time he leaves, you never know what could go wrong or how he might return to you.

Zemo sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you. His posture is more relaxed out of what he considers his uniform. You'd made the mistake of likening it to Captain America's costume once and questioning the practicality of wearing a long coat with a fur collar into battle. Although he assured you it had its pragmatic purpose (unlike the stars and stripes), you couldn't help but think he liked how it looked—and who were you to disagree because he looked damn good.

You stroke the hair away from his face and press a kiss to his forehead, taking a moment to breathe in his familiar scent. You lift the wet cloth over the cut on his cheek, letting it warm the area as you gently clean up the traces of blood that remained. You reach for the antiseptic, pouring some on the cotton round. Even though the wound appears sealed, you can tell it's still fresh enough that it'll sting. You take care not to press too deep, gently letting the wash into the cut.

His eyes close, and a quiet whimper sneaks through his pressed lips.

"My beautiful Baron," you whisper, cradling his jaw. Your thumb strokes tenderly over his beard as you blow over the liquid, easing the burning sensation. Your lips ghost over the area, kissing it softly once the antiseptic has dried. "Better?"

He nods. His soulful eyes meet yours in utter adoration as he looks up at you, "Mein Schatz."

You chew your lower lip, holding back your smile. You dab some antibiotic cream across the wound, hoping it will promote healing and prevent any infections. You tilt his face to make sure you haven't missed anything, checking his neck and shoulders as well. Unfortunately, you can't do much for the bruises settling in. "You need rest."

Zemo wraps his arms around your hips, keeping you close. "I need you."

You curl your finger under his chin and lower your lips to his. You kiss him slowly, guiding him back further onto the bed, shifting your bodies until you have him where you wanted him. "You can have both."

He caresses your cheek, guiding your lips back toward him. His movements are soft and unhurried as he allows his body to relax under the warmth of your care.

You tangle your fingers with his, bringing them between you. Tenderly, you kiss each finger one at a time, your soft lips brushing over his knuckles and every developing bruise. He had suffered enough for one lifetime. Now, he had you, and you would always be there to ease his every pain, as he had always done for you.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this latest Zemo fic. This can be read as a one-shot, or as a developing relationship between Zemo and Reader A from my masterlist.

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Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

———————————————————————

Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

——————————————————————-

Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

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