#and that clint and natasha were too smart for their own good

[shatteredhourglass]

2/? of the notes-app-cleaning-draft-yeeting: the death parade sambucky au. in which sam is in the afterlife waiting to be judged whether he goes to the next life or the underworld and becomes an assistant to bucky, one of the judges, as they have people play games against each other to decide their fates after death. sam doesn’t remember how he died. bucky doesn’t remember steve, who is constantly harassing him about it. clint and natasha are also judges. i really liked this one. cw for suicide mention

"Don't you remember me, Bucky?"

"No," Bucky says flatly, setting the dry glass onto a shelf.

The blond guy sighs dramatically and throws himself onto the barstool next to Sam. He's got his face buried in his arms and Sam idly considers moving away. No real point, though.

"Drink?"

"Sure," Sam answers Bucky. "What've you got?"

"Everything," Bucky says.

Right. "That doesn't narrow it down," Sam says. "Why don't you make something that you like and I'll try it?"

Bucky seems... puzzled by that answer, judging from the way he just stops in his tracks. Like he doesn't know what he likes. 

----

"If you're going to stare at me, you can at least come into the room instead of lurking out there like a weirdo," Sam says without looking up. He twists one of the knobs, strums a note.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

----

Two people are standing behind the bar. Neither of them are Bucky, although they're wearing the same black aprons and white shirts. The taller one, a blond man with messy hair, needs to iron his shirt - it looks like he's been walking around in a tornado. The shorter one is a woman with long red hair that covers one side of her face. The ends are blonde. She's mixing something in a shaker.

When Sam makes eye contact, he notices the man has one blue eye and the other one is green. Interesting.

"Where's Bucky?"

"Not here," the woman says.

----

"When people show you who they are, you should believe them," Natasha says. 

----

"You must think we're all idiots," Sam says.

"No," Bucky answers, after a long moment. "I think you're wonderful."

----

"What are you doing?"

"Spa day," Clint says. "Hey, can you check and make sure I haven't missed any?"

"Your luscious locks aren't that long," Sam says as he approaches. He picks up the brush with dye on it and carefully combs through Clint's hair until he finds a patch of firey red at the roots, untouched by the dye. Huh. He'd thought they were looking for premature greying. (Can people age in this place?)

Sam pauses for a second.

It's the same colour as...

"We played a game," Clint says. "A long time ago. Me against Natasha. Once we realised what was happening, we refused to play. We were stuck in a stalemate."

"What was the game?"

"You know what? I don't even remember anymore," Clint says.

Sam steps back, puts the brush down. "Done. So what, you're still waiting?"

Clint laughs, throws back his drink. "No," he says, and there's something dark simmering in the cornflower blue and emerald green of his eyes. "It doesn't work like that. We both lost, and we both paid the price instead."

"Do you regret it?"

"It's hard not to regret what comes after," Clint says. "You don't come back in one piece. I try not to think about it."

"How'd you end up here, if you're meant to be...?"

"Steve gave us a choice," Natasha says, and Sam tries not to flinch at how suddenly she'd appeared. She reaches over and snags Clint's glass, fills it up with straight vodka. "A lifetime of torture or a lifetime of service. You can guess what we chose."

"How long is a lifetime?"

"This place doesn't have lives or times," Clint says.

Natasha sips her drink. 

----

"If Bucky remembers, he has to play," Natasha says.

----

"Is Steve... Death?"

"No," Natasha says after a moment, thoughtful. "I don't think so. I can't imagine Death would be so cold."

----

"I knew I was dead," Sam says, and his traitorous voice wobbles.

"Sam, you..." Steve says.

"I killed myself?"

----

"Sam?"

"Come here," Sam says, grabs Bucky's stupid apron and pulls him close. He smells like deodorant and fruity shampoo, and Sam doesn't have the capacity to wonder where he gets it in Purgatory.

Bucky's hands hover around his back for a long moment before settling on his waist, a barely-there touch like he thinks Sam is made of glass.

----

"Who am I meant to-"

"Me," Bucky says. "You'll be playing against me."

"What do you get if you win?" Sam asks, frustrated. "You're not dead. You're not anything."

Bucky blinks at him, slow and a little too calm for Sam's liking. "You don't want to play against me?"

"No," Sam says. "I sure fucking don't."

----

Riley steps into the room. 

----

"Very well," Steve says.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

Steve gestures to the door with a smile on his face

Sam looks at Bucky.

Bucky, who's staring at him with a completely neutral face. As Sam makes eye contact, though, he flicks his gaze towards Steve and then back to Sam, blinks slow and purposeful.

It's a trick. 

----

"Russian roulette," Bucky says.

----

Bucky presses the gun to his temple. Blinks at Sam, slow and steady as he pulls the trigger.

Click.

Then he holds the gun out to Sam.

----

"No," Sam says, putting the gun down. "No, we're not doing this."

"You have to play the game," Bucky says flatly. 

----

"It doesn't matter whether I win or lose. No matter what I do, the outcome's already been decided," Sam says. "Isn't that right, Steve?"

"Nothing is set in stone," Steve says.

The way he says it, though. He's lying. 

----

"I'm not playing," Sam says.

"You have to play," Steve says, resting his elbows on the railing. "You already know what happens to those that don't."

"The same thing that'll happen to me if I do," Sam says. 

----

"No," Bucky says.

----

"What the-" Clint says, and Sam feels something cold touch his forehead.

It's snowing. 

----

When Sam looks back, it's into a pair of bone-white eyes.

Oh.

Bucky never has to play the game, because he was never alive.

It makes sense why Steve is always here now. Judgement and Death go hand-in-hand in this realm, and one would never be far from the other.

It all comes together. Who else would it be? Bucky, who's hopelessly in love with the living, who offers comfort as he takes them away. 

----

"Buck," Steve says. "You can't just keep him."

"You could use another barkeep," Bucky says flatly. His expression doesn't change at all. "Three of them just passed on."

"They can't just-" Steve starts, stops. Regards Bucky with surprise. "You moved them on?"

"You're not the only one with power in this realm," Bucky says. "You gonna stop me, Steve?"

[braveclementine]

Chapter 9

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

"𝓓𝓐𝓜𝓝, what did you do Bucky?" Steve asked, blinking in surprise as I hissed at Bucky, swiping at him with a clawed paw. I turned my back on him, sauntering over and planting myself firmly in Steve's lap.

"I have no idea." Bucky said, sounding upset. Good.

Steve had gotten back from the mission only two days after Bucky had been mean with Gnat. I wasn't sure if there was a word for it, but if there was, that is what they did. I wish I knew it. I would spell it out on the keyboard.

With my tail.

I was very sad too, because I really longed for Bucky's warm hugs and sweet pets. He had that amazing metal arm too. But screw him. I was on Steve's side.

"Blizz, why are you mad at Bucky?" Steve asked softly, putting me back on the table.

I stared pointedly at Bucky and then at Gnat, hissing at both of them. Then I turned my back on both of them. Since Steve wasn't going to let me sit in his lap, I settled for laying across Tony's arm.

Tony woke with a start, petting me softly before laying his head back down on the cool tabletop.

"You gotta get some proper sleep." I mewed softly in his ear before giving him small licks.

"You're so cute Blizz." Tony muttered sleepily, laying a hand on me, before I'm pretty sure he fell asleep right there. I settled myself comfortably underneath his hand.

Bucky suddenly burst out laughing, "I've got it. Oh she is really smart."

"Hmm?" Steve asked. "Oh, you know why she's mad at you?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you later. Nat should be there too."

"I should?" Gnat asked.

"Yep." Bucky seemed really pleased with himself and I was pissed. He was being so mean to Steve. He better not hurt Steve's feelings.

Steve just shrugged, eating some more breakfast.

"How was the mission?" Clint asked, coming into the kitchen at that moment.

Gnat decided that was her cue to leave as Clint took her seat.

"It was fine." Steve said with a shrug. "I got the intel sent over to Fury and there weren't any problems. It was a quick in and out job."

"Nice." Clint said, nodding. He looked over at Tony, "He passed out or did he fall asleep?"

"I think he fell asleep." Bucky said.

"I think he passed out." Steve said and then the two of them looked at each other.

Bucky laughed and then leaned over into Steve. I wiggled out from underneath Tony's hand, leaping and clawing at Bucky to get him away from Steve.

"No! You made your choice you idiot! You don't get to touch my Stevie! Mine! Fuck off tin head."

Tony had taught me lots of nice words.

Bucky had the nerve to look amused and my poor Stevie looked confused.

"Later." Was all Bucky said.

Before later came, I dragged Tony by his pants leg up to his bedroom. I nudged him to the bed, before curling up on his chest. He fell asleep quickly and I plastered his face with lots of kisses before I left again.

I also visited my litter box to take care of small business, and then decided to take a nap.

However, before I could get a real nap in, Bucky came in. Despite my protests, he scooped me up, holding me tightly with his metal hand. Black and gold intertwined around my body. I couldn't really move at all.

He carried me down to their private kitchen where Gnat and Steve were both waiting. Bucky put me down on the island.

"So why is she mad at you?" Steve asked.

In answer, Bucky pulled Gnat in for a huge kiss- RIGHT IN FRONT OF STEVE!

I leapt to my paws, hissing at him.

"See?" Bucky asked as he pulled away. "Natasha came to our room when you were on mission. You know she's seen us be intimate several times before so she must've thought I was cheating on you with Nat. So she's being loyal to you in response by being mean to me."

I was confused now. Steve didn't seem upset.

"Oh." Steve said, brows scrunching together and then I yowled in surprise as he leaned forward, kissing Gnat on the lips.

Gnat sat down when Steve pulled away and said, "Do you think we should try explaining it to her?"

"I can't see it hurting. She's intelligent." Bucky said.

"Okay." Steve said slowly. "So, Blizzard, in the human world, we have these things called soulmates. They come in the form of tattoos." He showed me a gun surrounded by roses on his shoulder. "This is Bucky. He's my soulmate. We both also have matching tattoos for a soulmate that we haven't met yet." He showed me a golden dagger surrounded by white flowers on his other arm.

"Now Natasha is a soulmate to Clint." Bucky said, picking up the story and I switched my brown-eyed gaze to him. "But Clint had already married before they'd even met and had a few kids with Laura. Clint hasn't rejected or accepted Nat's bond, but that's where they stand. He won't initiate with her however."

"So whenever I get lonely, Steve and James help me out." Natasha finished saying. So she wasn't a Gnat at all. She was just Nat. So weird. "But once their other soulmate comes along, I will stop seeing them. So they're not cheating on each other."

I stared at them silently.

"Since we're pretty open, we also help out one other woman." Steve admitted, "She hasn't met her other soulmate yet. But these are only temporary."

They were silent for a moment.

"Do you think she understood?" Bucky asked.

I got up onto my paws. I felt. . . upset for some reason. I didn't really understand everything they were saying. I didn't know how soulmates worked and I didn't understand why they would be with women who weren't their soulmates. Wouldn't their eventual soulmate feel bad about that? Or would they understand? Would they have been with other men or women too?

But those questions were too complicated and tired for my little cat brain. And to be honest, I wasn't even really sure I cared. It wasn't really any of my business- see where jumping to conclusions had gotten me to today?

I padded over to Bucky and waited patiently till he dipped his head down and then gave him a few kisses.

Bucky sighed with relief, petting me over the head. "I'm sorry Blizzard. I didn't mean for you to get mad at me."

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions." I apologized.

Bucky got up, going over to the stove and brought me back some pancake. "Here you go Blizz."

"I thought they were supposed to be for rewards only?" Nat asked.

"Shut up." I mewed.

Steve just laughed, "Well, in this case, I think she deserves it. She'll always keep us honest, won't she Buck?"

"That she will Steve." Bucky laughed as I ate the remaining pancakes from his hand. "That she will."

❆❆❆

𝓘 had found a secret little hiding spot that I had decided to claim as mine. I had done all of the claiming rituals including rubbing my chin on everything, using my scent glands, and pissing. It was mine. All mine.

It was up on one of the highest floors of the tower. It was a fairly small balcony compared to the others and filled with lots of flowers. It overlooked the harbor instead of the city and I stared out into the vast blueness, wondering what it was exactly that was beyond there.

I wondered if I would ever find out one day.

Probably not.

I was curled up into a tiny ball so that I wasn't blown away. The wind was very fierce up here and sometimes I thought I might get whisked away. Maybe that's what those big white fluffs in the sky were: other cats that had gotten swept away.

But it was quiet up here and secluded. For some reason, this felt familiar and right and I was glad. So even if I did get swept up and became a white puffball in the sky, at least I had my hiding spot.

Tony knew about my hiding spot, but whenever I was up here, he left me alone for the most part unless dinner was ready or if he knew it was going to rain.

I think Sam and Clint knew about my hiding spot too, but neither of them ever bothered me period. But Bucky and Steve didn't know where it was and neither did anyone else. And for that, I was completely okay with it.

Steve and Bucky had shared the bed with Nat a few more times and I didn't like it. Even though it had been explained to me and I mostly understood, I didn't like it. I felt. . . possessive of them. They were mine and no one else should have them. I only allowed each other because that felt right. But no one else should touch them.

I usually left when they shared with Nat, going to find Tony and making sure he got some rest. Bruce said that ever since I had moved into the tower, Tony got more sleep than he had in the past three years combined.

I think that's sad.

Sleep is some of the best stuff ever. I would do it all day, everyday if there weren't so many interesting things to explore here.

And food.

Apparently Tony has these things called 'nightmares'. I'm not sure what they are, but they sound unpleasant. That's why he doesn't like to sleep.

I think that's sad.

So I take care of him. He says he doesn't have nightmares when I sleep with him. Even with Pepper he still has nightmares. I feel bad for both of them.

Maybe I'll stay with Tony until Steve and Bucky's other soulmate gets here and they stop frolicking around with other girls.

I also often saw Billy and Tommy roaming the tower. They always said hello to me and gave me any treats that they had. Billy still let me lick vanilla frosting off his fingers. I still wasn't allowed to touch Tommy's chocolate fingers.

But they also had a small brown puppy on their heels all the time. Like Pepper said, they'd named him Sparky- a stupid name in my opinion- and he was very chipper.

There wasn't much overlap between dog and cat, so we have to speak the universal language of animals- called Ulimi- if we ever wanted to communicate with each other- which wasn't often. He seemed nice enough though. He didn't chase me, seeming to understand I was important to his new masters.

Likewise, I didn't bother him- much- because Billy and Tommy really liked him.

I started to like Wanda and Vision a little more, just because of the way that Tommy and Billy seemed really happy. I had never seen them so happy before- except perhaps when they were playing with me. They called Wanda 'Mom' and they called Vision 'Dad'. I wondered what their biological father would think of that, but I hadn't seen him since we'd taken Billy and Tommy away.

The wind started to blow even harder in my hiding spot.

"C'mon Blizzard, there's a storm blowing in." Tony's voice said from behind me.

I didn't dare move though, digging my claws into the wood so that I didn't go tumbling over the side.

Tony was very quick in picking me up, pressing me close to his chest, bringing me inside. My fur went down after I was inside.

"Thank you." I said.

"Be careful." Tony murmured, putting me down on my feet so that I could go wherever I pleased.

I trotted back to my place with Steve and Bucky, but judging by the sounds inside, Nat was visiting. I headed past the room, deciding I would find somewhere else to stay, instead.

⬅️➡️

[anukulee]

Hating Her

A/N: I am going to warn you that the quality may not be as high as the one shots I release now are. This is because since writing these one shots I have improved in writing, I have to with the week to week release dates I usually have. I promise you all through that this is readable, no random grammer errors aside from lack of semi-colons, other then that this will be worth it trust me. So with that out of the way onto the one shot, and trust me you will like it, that if you like a certain song about a certain body shop, if you get what I mean.

Loki Friggason formally Odinson was good at a great number of things, but collaboration wasn't one of them, especially when that collaboration involved the Avengers. It's why Loki preferred his missions to be solo if possible. Something that Tony agreed to, given Loki's history with the team only pairing him with members who wouldn't irritate the god more such as Wanda, Bucky, and at times Peter. Tony kept himself Thor, Steve, Natasha, Clint, and other members of the avengers from taking missions with Loki. Yet there was one member of the team who was different from all of them especially when it came to handling Loki something that often came to the forefront in missions as it is here where the story begins...,

Loki was deep into his mission and was about to type the pin code to open the door where his mission was being held. Tony was on an earpiece seeing as someone needed to watch the god in case he attempted to go, rogue, as a  precaution. The reason it was Tony was either the usual irritated Loki more than Tony himself or they couldn't get the job done. Thus why it was usually Tony speaking to Loki in an earpiece for his missions. As he was doing now while Loki was working his way into the final numbers at least he was until Tony said something in the earpiece. 

  "Reindeer games it looks like you are about to have trouble."

  "Why is that Stark? If you can you keep it short this time around?"

  "Fine, well it seems something tipped the people off and reinforcements are coming to check the base. So with this, I thought I could send you backup in case things go south."

  "I'm fine! I don't need backup Stark and I can handle this on my own. I am after all a god," Loki hissed into his earpiece knowing who Tony would send for backup. This person was the very last person Loki wanted to see.  

  "Remind me what happened in New York again?"

  "Something I allowed you to win."

"Sure whatever makes you feel better. Now, are you sure you don't need any backup," Tony started before Loki interrupted.

  "Positive."

At this Loki didn't hear Tony make some smart remark as usual. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Tony had done something. Just as Loki was about to demand what Tony did. He heard a well shit come from his earpiece and just as Loki typed in the last pin of the code and opened the door. It was when he saw who was in there that he knew why Tony had let out a cuss. In there was the very last person that Loki wanted to see. Her usual chest length long midnight black hair was tied up into a ponytail, the ends of it being dyed fire red, she was wearing a dress similar to the one Wanda had worn, yet hers was white paired with a black leather jacket, and like Wanda, she wore black leather boots. 

  "So he sent you here I see," he said looking right at her.

  "Why hello to you too darling."

  "I'm going to gut Stark."

"I would like to see you try that. What would it be your second attempt? Since you lost the last time?"

"I merely lost on purpose to prepare a force for Thanos."

"Who I remind you are dead because of us."

  "You will also remember that Thanos was controlling me."

  "And here I thought you were the great Loki who could be controlled by no one."

  "I would like to see you do better."

 "I'm afraid that can't happen because he's dead remember? Now, do you have any other excuses?"

  "They aren't excuses and may I remind you all got my help along with others to defeat Thanos?"

 "Yes, but who saved your ass during it?"

"That matters not."

  "Oh, it does."

 "You got lucky mortal and I would suggest you take it as that."

"Sure whatever you say, sweetie. Now if you don't mind some of us have work to do rather than spend our time pouting."

 "What work because all I hear is you talking?"

  "Well the work you were supposed to do of course," the woman said with a confident smile as she continued to input something into the computer. Stark who was still on the other end and could hear this knew better than to interrupt the two while they were like this. Instead of taking the chance to watch the show as Loki already had his next words to say ready.

"For a Midgardian, you show very little obedience, especially in the presence of a god."

 "Whatever you say, love. You know you love me."

  "I hate you," Loki spits out as he let his gaze go away from her. No matter how much he wanted to say that without looking away he couldn't. Nor could he hate her, but that was another thing that he wasn't going to unearth.

  "So enemies to lovers then is it?"

"What," Loki said as this seemed to assume the woman greatly. "Never mind just finish getting the codes."

  "As you wish pet," the woman said with a bow that only further got to Loki as he let out an eye roll. 

"Don't call me that."

  "Why because you are the only one entitled to pet names darling." Loki was about to say something smart back as the woman finished her scan and pulled out the flash drive before handing it to Loki. "If it makes you happy then take this then you can at least say you helped."

Loki snatched the drive from them. "It was supposed to be my mission."

  "Yes, but it seems Stark thought you could use some backup which is why he sent me."

  "Yet you took it over when you were supposed to be back up."

  "It's not my fault you weren't fast enough. Now, do you want to continue bickering about this or do you want to get dinner and you can complain to me then I can arrange that?"

  "As if I would ever eat with the likes of you."

  "Why because I am better than you or because you want to keep hiding your feelings for me?"

  "Feelings for you. You are mistaken seeing as I hate you."

  "Sure keep saying that if it makes you feel better. Now, whenever you feel like you want to man up you know where to find me." At this, she walked away with a smirk leaving Loki stunned at this moment Tony decided to chime in. 

"Well if you two are done I'm going to go try not to die before you get back to Reindeer Games." At this, a click went off as Tony went offline. Loki slipped the drive into his pocket before trailing after her because while he disliked her it didn't mean he wanted her to die carrying the drive as he did.

She looked over at him. "Nice to see you."

  "I can't the same to you Adrian."

  "I see you remember my name Loki."

  "Why wouldn't I remember the name of my menace."

  "How you wound me every day."

  "As if we both know that's not what it is."

  "Alright, then what is it?"

  "What is what?"

  "Your reason for remaining here?"

  "Why does it matter to you what my reason is?"

 "Because despite your claim that you dislike me. You are still here rather than already teleported back to the tower. Using your sedier"

"If you must know I remain here only for one reason."

 "And that is what?"

 "The risk of the chance of your death."

 "Oh you care about my death do you?"

  "As if, more like I would never hear the end if that happened especially from Strange and Stark."

  "Let me remind you I have psychic powers."

  "If not then you wouldn't be wearing whatever that is," Loki pointed out even if it was a lie. Honestly, he loved her wearing that as it hugged certain curves of her, and the dyed tips only added to her aura. His attraction to her and her wearing this was yet another thing Loki thought to hide. This was particularly hard especially when she was being her usual snipper self. Something Loki was without a doubt drawn to not that he would ever admit it instead keeping his walls up. 

  "Ooh like you have a say, Mr. Suit."

"I'll have you know that suits make me look professional."

  "Yes, but they still stand out don't they, especially on camera?"

  "I can use my magic to turn the camera. Yet I can't the same to you."

  "Well if you cared to remember then you would remember that thanks to my psychic powers given to me by your staff I too can move things," she said. Shit, I forgot about that. I can't let her know I forgot Loki thought as either way it was a loss because if he showed her that he paid attention to her. Something he also didn't want out because if he admitted that then he would admit to his attraction to her. Yet by the smile that was on her face, Loki had a feeling she knew either way. 

  "Pet you act as if I didn't already know," she said with a smile that was when Loki remembered that she read minds like Wanda and him. Loki looked at her as her smile mirrored his own whenever he wanted to cause some chaos. Seeing this spurred Loki into a slight crisis. Shit, she wasn't supposed to know. How has she known and why hasn't she rejected someone such as me? Why keep up our bickering if she knew? Is she trying to play me as a form of payback Loki asked himself as his thoughts were spiraling. At this thought she interrupted.

  "Well rather than panic you could always ask me, darling."

At this Loki was once again reminded she could read his mind. "Stop doing that you shouldn't be able to do that."

  "And yet I can can't I pet?"

  "Well, I say I am the only one who can do that."

  "What read other minds or use endearments?"

  "Both."

  "Well I hate to inform you, but you don't own the rights sorry."

  "I hate you," Loki declared at this Adrian got closer to Loki standing close to Loki.

  "Fine, then you wouldn't mind saying it to my face to sink the point in? If you do I won't bother you ever again."

  "As in no more calling me names or reading my mind."

  "Exactly no pet, darling, love or anything, no taking over your missions, and only helping when needed."

  "All if I say I hate you."

  "Yup right to my face unless you are too afraid that is."

  "You dare say that to a god? I fear nothing."

  "Alright then look at me," Adrian said with a tug bringing Loki to her level.

"I," Loki said at the tip of his tongue. He could say the words, but if he did it would mean no more bickering matches, no more hearing her say endearments that he pretended to hate, no longer being irritated to see her with a feeling of happiness inside as he could forget about seeing her around. Something Loki could say that he didn't want sure he disliked when she interfered but did he truly hate her that much? If so then what about that feeling he always felt around her the draw he always felt towards her? Was that truly worth having her out of his life? 

  "You what?"

 "I'm getting to it I," Loki said as he then paused again. At this Adrian spoke up.

  "Why you are trying to figure yourself out? Let me explain what I think is going on. You are attracted to me more than you would admit. You like it when someone bickers with you because they won't ever judge you and you don't have to pretend to be someone around them. You also especially like it when I do as nobody has ever done that before. That you are out of Thor's shadow for once and being seen as your self." At this Loki stayed silent as he processed what she said. "Oh, and before you ask no I didn't read your mind."

  "Then if I were to think that then how would you know?"

  "Simple it's because I know you and I just needed to apply logic to it. So what is it? You have after all yet to say those words that will set you free from me."

  "I," Loki started to say yet fail silence once again. Why couldn't I do this? It should be simple. I have done it before even if I do look away after. So why can't I now especially when she is so close within my reach Loki thought in his mind in a panic. Usually, if Loki hated someone he needed no help to spit out I hate you especially when they are this close to him. Yet for some reason, she was different as she always was. This in turn only seemed to cause Loki further panic at least until she looked at him once more. 

 "Or there is another option."

  "And what would that be?"

  "We could go out to dinner, really talk,  be unashamed at who we are around each other as well as our feelings, and maybe have mind-blowing sex eventually."

  "Seriously sex was that necessary?"

  "What you a prude? Who would have thought with your looks I thought you would be all about it?"

  "I never said I was it's just usual people aren't like that."

  "What if your past partners couldn't handle it?"

"Partners why not just women," Loki asked with a bit of his eyebrow raised.

  "You don't strike me as the type to just do the opposite sex?"

  "And you?"

 "While I can see an attractive woman I have no real sexual interest in them."

  "I see."

  "So how about it Loki bickering over dinner and potentially mind-blowing sex?"

  "I suppose that can be arranged," Loki said as he extended a handout.

  "See I knew you didn't hate my darling."

  "I never said that."

  "You didn't have to say that I could tell and a handshake. Here I thought you were going to make a move."

  "What move?"

  "To kiss me don't tell me you aren't curious," Adrian asked with a smile peeking under as Loki's heart let out a skip. 

  "I take it back I hate you," Loki blurted out yet rather than have an angry face full of disdain it was more of fondness and a little annoyance. 

  "Sure whatever you say, darling."

  "Ugh just shut up already."

  "Make me," Adrian said going so far as to go on her toes to be head to head to Loki. Loki took this as a chance to shut her up as he pulled her into a kiss that she gladly accepted. As this and the dinner that followed would only be the start of their new relationship even if Loki claimed that he hated her everyone else including Loki knew better than that. But that is all for another time...

A/N: The moment I saw the video on the top I wasn't satisfied and I was like I have to expand on this so I did, thus Hating Her was born. I have the song Unholy by Sam Smith playing the entire time to keep the vibe of the story after all if I can't stay in a vibe that doesn't fit the story. Now as for the back story of Adrian for those who have no interest feel free to skip starting NOW. Adrian, as you have read, has psychic powers from Loki's staff, she was sold by her family to Hydra due to her intelligence and it was thanks to her psychic powers and her intelligence she was put on the field quickly. She was either saved by the avengers in a raid of Hydra or escaped Wanda and her brother you choose. She currently is either 19, 20, or 21 by now. So yeah now with that I thank you all for reading this and see you all next update. 

[izzysarchivedblogs]

HE KNOWS HIMSELF. OR AT THE LEAST? HE KNOWS THE BAD PARTS OF HIMSELF.

Clint knows that he will figure this out himself, sort things out, and had to be by himself to some degrees. There had to be separation, because he knows there was a time, once or twice, namely when looking at his history with Natasha that he was dependent, or wrapped around her finger. SO HE KNEW THE LINE HE WALKED HERE.

KNOWSS HE TIRED TO KEEP KATE FROM GOING TO LA BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE ALONE.

So he knew that he had to strive for his independence, do all of this, as much of this as he could without any help, without Tony guiding him or doing things for him. Clint did prefer it this way, to be fair, over the years he had became a lone wolf here and there, and in his early days with the Avengers, he had very much been the I CAN DO IT MYSELF kind of guy.

Lynette would tell him that he can't simply predict if a day is going to be good or bad, but today Clint think he has some right to saw it was going to be a draining day. IT'S A STRUGGLE DAY. He should be able to push this this day; needs to push through this day, but he needs help.

Has to ask himself how and why he needs the help? It doesn't seem to cross into co-dependence, into what made him keep Kate from leaving to go grow up, or how got around Natasha. When he does not think that he's crossing that, it's still difficult to ask for help. He doesn't want to ask too much.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME. He was worried a little, and than he worried that maybe Brandy wasn't enjoying the car time. So he needed to stay getting around on his own; but it's still week one. So maybe he can start that on next week. Taking the bus, or even walking.

❝ If it's not a problem..... I should go to his office. I should be getting out more after all, right? ❞ Clint finds that question coming up for himself, feeling a little muddled with all that he should be doing; what was this trajectory suppose to look like.

Perhaps he shouldn't be so attached to Brandy but when did he ever get to play with a baby, ever get to care for a baby, and pretend for a moment that he could have that. He missed the last chances, but for awhile. STILL HE'D MISS THIS WHEN THINGS CHANGED.

Clint smiles to see her using the baby signs she has learned, seeing that she even has understanding for what they were for before she could form the forms. He taps her little nose, ❝ You're so smart, you better know that, kiddo. ❞

He glances over at Tony, rolls his eyes but smiles and even moves to bumps his shoulder. IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE. ❝ That's why I only teach her specific signs. You know, that's the thing about teaching a baby to sign, they only learn what you want them to learn ⸺ I'm in total control here, Tony. ❞ HE'S ALREADY WRAPPED AROUND.

Tony doesn't want to overstep. He knows that Clint needs to start figuring all this out on his own. There's a reason why he shouldn't get into a relationship so soon. Becoming codependent was a real risk, and that was also something that could happen with just friends too. If Tony just kept inserting himself into Clint's recovery, Clint might not be able to separate the two things. So even the things Clint asked for, Tony made sure he was mostly just the taxi driver and support person at home. He also tried not to offer - and when he did offer, he made it seem like just that - an offer.

But as Clint stumbled over his words, talking about what he was doing and how he planned to get there or get through it, it became clear that Clint was struggling with the other side of it. Wanting help, but not wanting to ask to much of Tony or become too dependent on him.

He gave Clint's leg a reassuring rub. "Hey. Don't worry about me. Things are handled. You want me to drive you about. I can drive you about. In fact - I'm paying Murdock. He can come here if you want. He works for you remember."

Once again seeing Clint with Brandy makes his heart do that flip flop thing. He is so good with her. When she goes back to Avengers Mountain, or when Clint goes home, she's going to miss him.

Tony recognizes the word food too, but assumes that it's just like one of those random sounds she does. Like how she often said 'dadadada' when she didn't actually have a dad.

Clint responds to it though. Getting her applesauce and signing the word back to her as he hands it over. She squeaks and copies him before taking the applesauce pouch and starting to eat.

"She's gonna have you wrapped around her little finger," Tony said. "She'll learn all the signs for things like candy and toys and you'll just have to fetch them for her."

[karlyanalora]

Do you think that I'm maybe loosing my sanity by making a crossover AU were I yeet Cody from Rescue Bots and Miko from TF Prime to a marvel cartoon universe where there adopted by the Avengers and the two become chaotic siblings???

Do I'm loosing control over myself?????

Do you like Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes????

Hi

I only saw a few episodes of Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Brutal truth, it was meh. MCU is better. Cody and Miko could be friends, but I don't see chaotic siblings. Nor, without the robots, do I see those two not getting effectively noped out of the plot.

But remember, just because I don't see it doesn't mean you shouldn't write it! Write what you would like to read.

Avengers and TFP would be a good crossover. Shield could totally be involved behind the scenes, with Hawkeye and Black Widow taking missions to kick MECH butt. The bots are not as sneaky as they think they are and Shield would totally need to help with the coverups.

If Miko were ever to be endangered by Mech and then have to be rescued by Clint and Natasha, she would be absolutely impossible to get rid of. Meanwhile, Tony's heard about these new robots on Griffin Rock and has come to see what the buzz is all about. He's too smart for his own good and running Cody ragged trying to keep him from learning the truth.

As for how to get Cody and Miko together, idk. Maybe the Avengers send the Prime kids to Griffin Rock to learn how to be partners that do more than get themselves in danger.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Pregnant nat being clingy to everyone at the compound bc readers out on an extended mission but her clinginess keeps scaring people bc she sneaks up on them without realizing she is! so as soon as reader gets back everyone is like THANK GOD no more frights lol

Oh, this is chaotic!

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Tony

It started with Tony.

Which... was surprise.

The man was in the workshop, when Natasha walked in.

You had been gone for a few days at that point, and she was getting increasingly lonely.

The man was intently focused upon the thing he was working on, a wrench in his hands, unknown to the woman standing behind him. 

“What are you working on?”

With her question, and a hand upon his shoulder, Tony jumped out of his skin, sending the wrench in his hands flying.

Steve

The blonde had a strict (and full) diet.

A good portion of his spare time was spent in the kitchen, cooking his many meals, and prepping them for the following days.

Normally it was calm, and he was left to his vices, if not with a couple of the team members passing in and out, and hanging around and just chatting.

This had never happened before.

Arms suddenly wrapped around his middle, causing the man’s shoulders to jump up to his ears and a sharp gasp to sound from him. If it weren’t for the pregnancy bump brushing against his back, Steve would have lashed out.

You had only been gone a week, and already his heart was near exploding out of his chest with the amount of times Natasha had scared him.

Thor

The God was getting ready for bed, actually he was already in bed, he was actually tucking Mjolnir into the makeshift bed he had crafted beside his own... he’s a strange man. But it was sweet none-the-less.

With a pat to the covered handle, he smiled to his hammer, blind to the red-head who had settled into the bed behind him. “Goodnight, Mjolnir.”

“Goodnight, Thor.”

Everyone heard his scream throughout the compound that night.

Bruce

Scaring Bruce was never a smart nor wise thing to do.

And even in her hormonal and clingy state, Natasha knew not to touch him, or talk, in case she surprised him so much that his alter ego would break through.

However, she was still a pregnant woman wanting comfort from her friends and family (and people she considered so) while her partner was away on a mission without her or any other team members.

So, that's why, when Bruce was hard at work in the lab, and he turned around only to find Natasha sitting on one of the stools not too far from the scientist, a startled noise still left his mouth. He was just glad he didn’t have anything dangerous in his hands at that time.

Wanda

Natasha had no one to cuddle up to during movie nights anymore, so she was forced to find substituted for your absence.

And Wanda was the person she was brought to in that moment.

The witch might have been a mind reader, but she didn’t have senses like Peter.

So, when her attention was raptly upon the playing movie, and she suddenly felt a body press against her side, the popcorn went flying, landing all over Sam.

Which was poetic justice, in a way, considering her fear was heightened by his choice of horror movie.

Clint

Clint knew his best friend inside and out. The only person he knew more than the red-head, was his wife.

But pregnant Natasha threw him a curveball, because he still knew her, but God, was everything skewed.

Everyone knew how much she cared for his children, and with her pregnancy, she only wanted to be around children more. Maternal instincts going haywire. Clint and Laura thought it was sweet how often she would visit the family at their farm, more so during your mission away.

But one thing that the archer hated?

How when he was outside, honing his marksman skills, and more often than not, Natasha would be there, handing him an arrow. Never once failing to make him startle at her sudden presence.

He knows thinks she was doing it on purpose.

Yelena

The sisters were closer than ever since their reunion a few years ago.

No matter how much they loved once another, they still bickered like cats and dogs.

“God dammit, Natasha!”

It was hard to spook Yelena, but if anyone could do it, it would be Natasha.

“Why are you yelling?!”

All the blonde wanted to do was take a nap with her dog, walking into her dark bedroom, talking a seat on her own bed when a cats cry sounded.

“Why are you sleeping in my room, with your cat?!”

That one was Liho’s fault, Natasha liked to excuse.

You

It was late when you came back home.

The compound was silent as you walked the halls, until suddenly someone was one your back hugging you.

Now, you would have assumed it was Natasha considering how long it had been since you even had contact with your pregnant fiancé.

But you were wrong.

It was Tony.

The billionaire had his arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you close. Before you could even voice your surprised confusion, the man rushed to speak.

“Thank God, you’re back! Natasha has been driving us all up the wall, its like living in a horror movie, she scares us all the time.”

“She’s been scaring you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded into your back. “She’s been craving affection from everyone since you were gone, and she goes all super-spy to get it!”

When you got into bed that night, you woke Natasha up, causing the woman to cling to you, not letting you go for a long time.

She was by your side the whole time the next few days. Even when the other team members reacted the same way Tony had, the night you came home.

You were banned from going on missions after that. At least until the red-head gave birth.

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

12 Days of Holiday Fics

Day One: How to Win Natasha Romanoff (With Eggnog)

(A/N) OMG! So, my silence has been for a reason. I really like the holiday season, so I’ve been writing fics! Small ones, really. Like 2 pages long, but they’re cute and I thought it would be fun to post one for every day until December 24! Upon Christmas, I’ll be posting a present :) This ‘series’ is just a buncha lil oneshots with my fav marvel ladies idk but one of them is a pre-gift! Some are smut, most aren’t, they’ll be tagged appropriately. Anyway, I love eggnog, here’s a fic about how much I love eggnog and hot women.

(A/N P2) also holy fucking shitballs yall i’m over 1000 followers! that’s nuts. thanks for gifting me with your eyes and your beautiful minds! 

Rating: G (General Audience, open for all!)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption; Nat being a lil shit; R just wants her crush to like her; Brief mention of the death of a relative; Brief mention of criminal activity; Light Plot; Light Fluff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: You take a mission during the holidays with the one Avenger that doesn’t seem to like you very much: Natasha Romanoff. What happens next is your plan to get her to not hate you.

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Natasha isn’t a holiday person. At least, not proudly. She’s had too many bad ones in her life, and while she tries to put herself in that festive mood, nothing quite suits her the way that sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of eggnog does. This is her ideal holiday tradition, no matter how many parties the Avengers drag her to.

This year, unfortunately, she can’t even be forced into an ugly sweater party. The mission was very last-minute, and since she’s basically always on call, Natasha was one of two poor souls condemned to suffer this season. Extra unfortunately, the person accompanying her was you. 

You’re not sure what you did to Natasha to make her dislike you. You were cocky, sure, but you weren’t nearly as bad as Tony. You might not always follow her orders, but sometimes you had a golden opportunity, so why should you hesitate? You’re not even the type to worry this much about not being liked but there’s something extremely nagging about not being liked by Natasha.

She’s just so smart and cool and pretty- and, fine, maybe you’ve got a teeny tiny crush on her. How could you not? Who doesn’t?

But she, apparently, hates your guts.

You don’t celebrate the holidays as often as you used to as a kid. You just don’t have time for them, but you do try to visit your family around this time of year. You mostly accepted the mission because your grandmother passed recently and it just doesn’t feel right without her. You don’t deal well with grief, and you don’t want to be a bummer. 

So the mission was meant to be a distraction. Something to pass the time.

You’re nearly at your breaking point day four of your little stakeout. You moved into the property across from some alien posing as a human to run a rather sizeable crime ring. Smuggling, trafficking, drugs, domestic terrorism - you name it, this scumbag has done it. His house is unimposing, complete with a ditzy blonde as his ‘wife’ - no record of such marriage exists - and a white picket fence. It’s weird.

You and Natasha are also pretending to be married. Got the fat diamond rings on your fingers to prove it, too. (Tony prefers authenticity.) She’s a damn good actress, too, because the way she looks at you when you’re out and about is enough to make you forget this is all an act. (Or maybe you’re just letting your own stupid feelings get in the way of perceiving hers.)

Maybe it’s because she’s been too quiet around the house and too touchy out in public. You’re just gonna go nuts if you don’t do something nice for her, maybe get her to warm up to you a little bit. So, you ask the only person you can think of asking for advice.

“She hates surprises.” Is the first thing Clint tells you.

Bypassing this warning, you ask him what she likes to do during the holiday season.

“She likes eggnog,” he doesn’t hide his disgust in his voice. “And sitting around a fireplace.” 

Perfect.

You wait until she goes out for groceries to commence your plan. You slip out to buy eggnog as fast as you possibly can, turning on one of those cheesy fireplace footage shows on a random streaming service. And you wait. And you wait. And wait.

It’s nerve-wracking.

What if she hates it?

What if this backfires, and she ends up hating you more?

The keys in the lock make your hair stand on end. 

Natasha nudges open the door. You quickly pour a glass of eggnog over ice as she steps into the living room. She calls out your name in confusion, eyeing the fireplace on the TV as she locks the door again.

You join her with two glasses in your hands. You freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when she looks at you. “Um- it’s, uh, y’know… the season, and all.”

She stares at you in silence for far too long. You can’t read her expression, but the longer she looks at you the more heated your body feels and the less confident you become in this sudden stroke of genius. Finally, she approaches you, and you realize there’s something shining in her eyes. Was she going to cry?

“Thank you,” she murmurs, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it within these walls. 

“It’s our first holiday season together as a married couple, isn’t it?” You attempt to joke as she takes one of the offered glasses.

“Shame there’s no mistletoe,” her comment stuns you into silence as she sips her eggnog with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We could pretend?” you suggest, voice at least an octave higher than usual. 

One of Natasha’s eyebrows arches. “Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me?”

Your blush worsens. “N-no! Don’t be ridiculous.”

Another sip, and a look of guilt crosses her face. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me. I haven’t exactly been warm and cozy with you.”

You wave your hand in the air absently. “It’s fine, Nat. Really.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s not fair to you.” She turns to look over her shoulder, out the front window that faces your less-than-neighborly neighbors. When she faces you again, she sighs. “I’m not good at this whole apologizing thing.”

“So let’s skip to the kiss and make up part?” You joke, having already forgotten the mistletoe comment.

Natasha, however, has not. She smirks, suddenly seeming very predatory. Your face is feeling warm again. “So this really was all a ploy to get me to kiss you.”

“We kiss all the time! We’re married, remember?” You point to your ring finger. “Why would I-”

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to yours. By now, you’ve kissed her at least a dozen times since you started your stakeout and you’re never prepared for just how damn good she is at it. Or maybe Natasha just has that way of making your brain turn completely and utterly to mush.

When she pulls away, she clinks her glass against yours again with a wink.

“Happy holidays, (Y/L/N).”

This woman is going to be the death of you.

(Not that you’re complaining.)

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[izzysarchivedblogs]

IT WAS JUST THE TWO OF THEM NOW.

Clint has one thought going through his head and that was he can't look back. Do NOT look back and keep carrying the kid through the streets, do not stop for anything until he's at his apartment door and do not put Ana down.

It's a fucked up world she lives in and while he can't say to Ana that he nor her parents were better people in the world before the cordyceps outbreak. All of their hands were stained with blood in the service of SHIELD. This version of the world they lived in was a lot worse and she's just a kid. He could say that they were good people who did was necessary, but considering the fact that he can imagine the two of their burning corpses he doesn't think that would be a comfort right now.

The fact that they did what was necessary and Clint has to wonder what it was that the both of them had to have known that the gig was up. That they couldn't plan an organized strike with the Fireflies or run their way out of this. He's pretty sure that Natasha knew the building they were meeting in was rigged.

Isn't that fucked up? Clint tries not to laugh in pain, at the thought that he found it comforting, that he realized his best friend must have known her execution day and this was the way she chose to go out, with Bucky. A part of him is glad that he didn't know that, that he didn't figure that out until right now as he's holding Ana against him, carrying her around like when she was little and could barely utter a word.

❝ I'm sorry, Ana... ❞ Fuck, he was angry at them, he was angry at FEDRA but marching up to anyone who wore that uniform and decking them in the face would earn him four shots to the chest.

Yet he's still glad that he didn't know about this. Still it asks a bigger question, what was it that led Bucky and Natasha to figure that letting FEDRA succeed at killing them was the better outcome here. The fact they knew and chose this day to die. Clint knows he would shouted from the rooftops that they were idiots if they had clued him into grimdark conversations in that room.

It must mean that they knew too much and he's guessing not even the Fireflies know as whole. It had to have been a nuke worthy secret and one that would start a war that the maybe no one was ready for. They had to die with that secret, except Bucky and Natasha were smart and Clint use to run cons in his youths and was part of their team in SHIELD.

Ana's gotta have some big secret that maybe they downplayed the importance of, told her not to say, or one that they were banking on no one guessing they'd tell their kid to. FUCK.

He didn't want to be part of this. Clint had been done when he was trying to be an ex-carny, he was done when he retired from SHIELD. He was done and thought he had been done. He didn't do the Fireflies thing like they did. Now he was in it.

They make it back to his apartment, up the flight of two stairs and into the door without too much fuss. The radio would be flicked on that was ran by FEDRA to hear about what the story to explain why a building was nuked.

❝ You know you're not as light as you to be, pigeon. ❞ He tries to be light, joke a little as he does deposit her down. Clint's hand stays at her shoulder, giving a tight squeeze and guiding her in.

❝ I'm sorry. ❞ He really was at a loss for words. Fuck, what was he suppose to do? What was he to say? Your parents are insane?! ❝ I promise you I'm gonna take care of ya. ❞ She probably doesn't know about how much he had wanted to give up on living after Kate got hot and Bobbi got bitten when she was still so small, maybe too small to remember them. Now he's just lost both Bucky and Nat in one go.

❝ It's- fuck, you know they- fuck. ❞ Maybe let the both of them process first before he has to figure out everything else. Clint feel his own eyes start to glisten with tears.

THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. Her parents were the toughest, most amazing people in the whole world. They'd survived the impossible time and time again. The thought of them being gone...That was a concept she couldn't even fathom.

Ana shook her head, tears now falling freely while she clambered to get free from his hold. She needed to get to them. She needed to help them. She needed to do SOMETHING.

"No! No we have to do something. We have to go get them!" She pulled away from him, reaching out to the building where they had been. This wasn't real. She wasn't being pulled further and further away from her parents. They were coming. They were coming any minute now. They HAD to be.

Their found family had lost so much. They had strived to hold on while still trying to do what was right. Kate, Bobbi, now her parents. Her and Clint were all that was left. Her eyes stayed on that building, watching the flames get higher and higher as they got out of the vicinity as quickly as possible.

When she couldn't see the building any longer, she turned her face into Clint, burying her face in his chest, but her sobbing didn't cease. It wouldn't for some time still.

[moon3thereal]

I have a request with Nat x reader. It’s a party at the compound and nobody has ever seen Nat drunk but this night she was completely gone like blackout drunk. So you end up having to carry her to her room and take care of her but she accidentally admits her love for you, you end up sleeping on the armchair in the room and in the morning you wake up to a Nat that’s throwing up on the floor, at first she don’t remember shit but later during the day she remembered what she said and gets really flustered and embarrassed but it ends I fluff reader admits her love for Nat to

Title: Drunken Confessions

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: alcohol

a/n: thank you for the request! happy reading <3

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Everyone knew Tony Stark loved the glamour of his extravagant parties often threw in the Avengers tower. Everyone also knew that while everyone else got batshit drunk, the black widow never got even slightly tipsy after several rounds of drinking games when everyone else was drunk enough to strip to their undergarments and start pole dancing. She always only watched with a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes

That led to the bet going on amongst the other Avengers, Tony threw in a solid 500 dollars to whoever got Natasha drunk while the others put in smaller amounts. Thor had been lurking around with a smug grin for a whole 5 minutes since the party had started, you had no doubt that he’d been up to no good and opted not to touch the alcohol at the bar for tonight.

Spotting a certain redhead, you sidled up to the bar in your new dress that you definitely haven’t bought to impress her and new heels that again, you definitely didn’t buy to awe her. “Someone put in effort for tonight’s party” Natasha said, dropping her gaze to your heels and all the way up until she met your eyes “trying to impress someone?” she winked teasingly. Damn it, were you that obvious “Steve maybe?” she pressed, seating yourself on one of the rotatable, red leather stools you laughed “I don’t swing that way”

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement “me neither” she said. You turned to look at her so quickly that you thought you may have given yourself whiplash “Then…You and Bruce?” you asked cautiously “there’s a reason that didn’t work out” she said, taking a sip of her martini and sending her glass a peculiar look “you’re new?” she asked the bartender “no ma’am I’ve been working here for three years” Natasha’s lips formed into a silent ‘oh’ and you stifled a laugh

After a few more glasses of alcohol, Natasha was clearly very drunk, the rest of the avengers who hadn’t seen Thor’s expression of obvious smugness had drunk the alcohol unknowingly too and Tony and Steve were challenging each other to a dance off. In their boxers. You watched with amusement and second-hand embarrassment. Meanwhile, the Russian that was the heart of all this chaos was standing across the room apparently having an argument with Clint about whether the walls are green or red. The walls are white. Then it suddenly clicked in your mind, the only alcohol that could get her so shockingly drunk, Asgardian liquor

Of course, why hadn’t you thought about it before. Thor was incredibly competitive even if he didn’t look it. You continued sitting aside from all the havoc erupting on the party floor taking tentative sips from the water you’d brought, keeping an eye on Natasha before she does something stupid. Normally that was her job, unbeknownst to you, Natasha always looked out for you during Tony’s parties, knowing your alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly high.

Glancing at the clock, you could see that it was almost 3 in the morning and the noises had died down and all the Avengers were splayed out on the couch only half awake, Natasha was half laid half seated on two bar stools barely keeping herself upright. Deciding that you really didn’t want her to fall off and give herself a concussion, you tugged at her sleeve “come on Nat, we’re going back to your bedroom” she smirked at you with her painted lips which were normally perfect but tonight, they were slightly smudged, you liked the look on her though

“Bedroom? Getting frisky already y/l/n?” you raised your eyebrows while helping her off the chair and draping your jacket around her shoulders “getting concerned about how drunk you are” you corrected. Natasha hummed and after a few steps let her head slump onto your shoulder, you were half supporting and half carrying her but you were glad she wasn’t sober right now because your heart was probably going a million miles a minute, her hair smelt so nice, her tresses were gently tickling your neck

Caught up in your thoughts you had to abruptly steer Natasha towards her bedroom before she walked directly into a wall. Practically dumping her onto the bed with a huff from the exertion of dragging her all the way back to her room, you pulled off her heels and hung up the jacket “I love y/n, don’t you think she’s just so pretty, she’s so smart too and how she fights, it’s soooo hot” she slurred and your cheeks heated up.

You were ready to dismiss it as a hallucination, you had feelings for the redhead, you’d been harboring them for a good 2 months because you thought they’d never be reciprocated. But Natasha turned to you “do you think she likes me too?” she asked “yeah, yeah I’m sure she does” you whispered. Natasha seemed to hear it, she sighed contentedly and let her eyes close. Making your way out of the room, you heard her say “stay” it was barely a whisper but you heard it and you could never refuse her

So you slumped onto her chair with your chin supported by the heel of your hand just appreciating how gorgeous she looked even blackout drunk, ginger hair all over the place and smudged makeup. It sounded creepy but you were really just taking the advantage of being able to stare at her now before she’s sober again tomorrow and your act of indifference had to come up again.

You didn’t know at what point you fell asleep but you woke up to Natasha rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. Hastily pulling her hair back into a ponytail, you rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. She glanced up at you when she was done and flushed the toilet “why are you here?” she asked while rinsing her mouth in the sink and holding a hand to her head while wincing. You tried to hide your disappointment, last night it was the alcohol speaking, not her, it didn’t even make sense that she would remember it, really. “you couldn’t stay on your feet on your own, let alone walk back to your room, I wanted to make sure you were okay so I slept in that armchair” you gestured to the armchair at the corner of her room

“You didn’t have to do that” she said “but I’m glad you did, thank you” sending you a tired smile. You squeezed her shoulder “I’m gonna go make some breakfast you want some?” you asked at her doorway “please” she said while removing the makeup from the night before. You nodded and made your way to the kitchen

Once you step foot in the kitchen, you saw Thor with a triumphant smile on his face and the rest of the Avengers grumbling, you slapped a 50 dollar note on the table, shaking your head amusedly as you passed by. Thor’s grin widened further as he stuffed the money into his pocket. There were pancakes in the pan, courtesy of Wanda most probably. You put two each on separate plates, slathering Nutella on yours and drizzling syrup on Natasha’s. you made some coffee and poured out two mugs

When you came back to the table, Natasha was already seated wearing a hoodie, one of yours you realized with a skip of your heartbeat, and sweatpants. Setting the plate and mug of coffee in front of her, you took a seat and dug in.

It was only in the afternoon when you and Natasha were working on reports that her cheeks suddenly went pink and she stared at you with an expression of mortification. You frowned at her sudden distress and walked over to her “what’s wrong?” you asked, genuinely concerned. “last night, what I said, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t, I mean, I do feel that way, but if you don’t it’s completely understandable and I-” you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers, the feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, they were soft and tasted like her vanilla and cherry chapstick.

“I love you too” you whispered slightly dazed from the fact that you’d just kissed Natasha and that she hadn’t pulled away “show me how much” she said and kissed you again.

Taglist: @phoenixofash @michelle-dsn @midgardianweasley

[plus-size-reader]

Domestic

Natasha Romanoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2000 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Nat has a super cute wifey who likes to have mass dinners for all the avengers at their home

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The arrangement that Clint had for Laura and the kids had worked for him.

By all accounts, most people didn’t even know that they existed, which in this life, certainly helped to keep them alive.

Having people that you loved made you vulnerable, and it also put all of their lives in danger. Clint knew that all too well, and made sure that no one would know who or where they were in order to protect them.

It was a good plan, a smart plan, and when you and Natasha got married, she wanted the same thing for you.

You were the love of her life, and one of the only people in the world she truly cared for. She had spent her entire life sure that she would never fall in love, or get too close to anyone, but you had easily broken down all those walls.

That made you more valuable than gold to her.

You were her everything, and if hiding you away was what she’d have to do to keep you safe, no one would need to know about you. It had been easy for Clint, and others like him, so there was no reason it couldn’t work for her too.

Fury understood that Natasha wasn’t taking this issue lightly, so he and Colson took special precautions to make sure that no one would ever be able to find you unless they had high enough clearance and couldn’t be registered as a threat.

After all, Nat had no shortage of enemies and getting ahold of you would be all they would be after.

You were valuable to them too, for a much different reason.

Getting to you would put Natasha in quite the predicament. Using you as leverage, there was virtually nothing they couldn’t find out, which meant it was in S.H.I.E.L.Ds best interest to keep you hidden too.

They had too many secrets to keep, and Natasha held the key to most of them.

So, she kept you hidden away.

It was safer for the two of you to just keep the love you shared under wraps and you didn’t mind that. You understood that there could be real danger if you weren’t careful.

It was just something you had to do if you wanted to be with her, and you certainly did. Quite frankly, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her, even if it meant uprooting your whole life and practically going into witness protection.

However, staying there forever wasn’t an option either.

As with all things, nothing could stay a secret forever. At some point, the secret was bound to get out to someone; though, it wasn’t as detrimental as you had always assumed it would be when it finally came to light.

The visitors you had were more than welcome.

The knock at your door wasn’t one you had been expecting, but when you opened it, you were anything but worried.

Standing there, entirely unannounced, was the woman you’d married and all of the avengers.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, throwing your arms around her shoulders before she could so much as say hello. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be so open right away, but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t seen Natasha in months, and you weren’t sure you could hold back much longer with her right in front of you.

Living out here, while safe, was lonely.

Still, Natasha with as much as she missed you was paranoid by nature. Even this much, out in the open, made her nervous.

“Inside honey” she reminded gently, gingerly walking you back until you were safely within the confines of your home. It was only when the door was closed and locked with all of you inside that Nat visibly relaxed.

Understandably, she was uneasy about this whole thing.

Not only was she telling them all about you and the secret she’d been hiding for years at this point, but she was also gathering all the people she cared about in one place.

With a past like hers, it was a little stressful.

Though, she also found some amount of comfort in getting to see you again after all this time. The recent events had made it hard to sneak off and visit you without attracting suspicious or unwanted attention.

There was silence for a moment or two as the waiting crowd tried to figure out what was going on, or what about this place made it Natasha’s very important stop. She had been very clear that they couldn’t go anywhere until they came here.

There had to be a reason it was so important.

Natasha had never done anything like this before, and until this moment, they were sure that she didn’t have any personal connections to anything or anywhere. A woman like her, doing what she did, didn’t get that luxury.

...or, at least, they didn’t think so.

Almost immediately, of course, Tony connected the dots.

There was just something about the way she looked at you, and the way you looked back at her in turn, he’d seen it a million times before. He’d seen it in his own parents on the rare occasions they weren’t fighting.

You were in love.

The fact that he didn’t know you existed until today, or the fact that she’d hidden so much from him didn’t bother Tony in the least. In the lives they lived, everyone had their secrets, no one more so than Natasha.

If anything, he was glad she’d chosen to share with them now.

“This is your special lady, isn’t it?” he teased, doing his best not to be as awkward as he was sure it was coming across. Natasha was just so cagey about the things in her life, especially her love life, and this was news to him.

Good news, but news none-the-less.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say at first, taking your place at Natasha’s side. You knew who they were, of course, and you’d heard a lot about them but you had never had the privilege of meeting any of them before.

You didn’t get to meet many new people ever, for that matter. You were a little concerned that your people skills had gotten rusty.

It was impossible to know who was dangerous or not, and you didn’t want to risk running into the wrong kind. Being on high alert made it really hard to connect with people, even when you were sure they were safe.

It was new for you.

“This is my wife, Y/N” Natasha hummed, practically beaming as she finally said those words out loud. She had never had the privilege before, but this seemed like the perfect place to finally make it happen.

This was safe.

These people were safe, and even with as nervous as you were to be meeting them, you knew that Nat would never bring anyone even remotely dangerous to meet you.

The fact that she trusted them enough to bring them to your home meant that she trusted them, and if she trusted them, you could too. So, rather than hide behind your beautiful wife all night, you stood up a little straighter and decided to just give this thing a try.

“Hello, you must be the avengers” you tried, ignoring how strange the sentence sounded falling from your lips. It was hardly a normal thing to say, and hardly the most smooth delivery you’d ever given but it wasn’t the worst.

...And no one seemed too offended by it.

All in all, it was an okay icebreaker, and before too long, conversation was swelling all around you. You had gotten ready to start dinner when they arrived, so it seemed like the perfect thing to busy yourself with while they talked and checked out your home.

It was a cute little place, one Nat had practically fallen in love with, partially because of the close family floorplan and mostly because of the isolation.

The two of you sometimes talked about getting a bigger place, or moving somewhere far away from here, but for the pair of you, this house was just fine. It was decorated nicely, your way of having some agency over the situation you’d been put in with pictures and artwork everywhere.

“So, you’ve just been living here? Isn’t that a little difficult?” Steve asked, sitting down across from the island where you were stirring a bowl of what looked to be pasta salad.

This whole thing was blowing his mind.

In general, most everyone else had come to accept the arrangement you two shared as just part of being married to a spy but Captain America was less used to this whole thing, even now. The idea of hiding away your life partner was blowing his mind, even for safety's sake.

It seemed like it would be hard.

“It isn’t easy, but it’s just what we have to do. Nat’s made a lot of enemies over the years” you shrugged, doing your very best to explain the situation in the same way you did with everyone else.

It was just how it was.

You sometimes dreamed of what it would be like if you didn’t have to live like this. If you and Natasha could just go strolling down the street, hand in hand, without the fear of being kidnapped and tortured in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately though, that fear was justified. There were people everywhere who would have gladly gotten their hands on you, in this country, and all over the world.

“Well, you’ve got some allies in your corner now too” he smiled, finishing what was left of his glass of juice and then going to look through your wedding album with the others on the couch.

Clint had snatched it from the shelf as soon as he came in, after giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead as he always did, and insisted on showing it to the others. Your wedding pictures were some of his favorites, especially because he’d been the only other person in attendance to the event.

You hoped that for your sake, Steve was right. You had grown so accustomed to seeing everyone else in the world as a threat that it would be nice to know that you had some friends in this world as well.

“You forgot to stir the noodles, honey” Nat grinned, gliding past you to the stove where the pot was bubbling away. You had a habit of getting a little far off, especially in a kitchen setting, with a million thoughts swirling around in your head.

It was something you hated, but couldn't seem to get a handle on, but Natasha found it endearing.

It reminded her of the first time you’d offered to make her dinner and ended up burning most of the spaghetti to the bottom of the pan.

It reminded her of why she’d fallen in love with you in the first place.

~

Eventually, with the quick rescue of the spaghetti from Nat, dinner was ready which meant that your small, meant for two dining room, was full to the brim with assassins, super soldiers, and avengers of all varieties.

It wasn’t exactly how you saw tonight going, but as everyone crowded around the dining room table, you were anything but upset about that.

This was what you’d always wanted. A house full of guests, a warm dinner spread out over the entire table, and the love of your life at your side.

It was absolutely perfect.

You didn’t get to experience things like this very often, but you had a feeling that now that it had happened, this was going to be an ongoing occurrence for you and Natasha, who enjoyed these things much more than she’d ever admit.

After all, this group was her family, and it wasn’t going to kill her to be a little domestic from time to time.

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

Series taglist: @jeyramarie @freeshavocadoooo @ilovewinter101 @3and30aresoultwins @yelenabelovv @miphas-trident @1800-fight-me

If you loved this series as much as I did, you can check out the prequel here!

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Netflix and Chill

Codename: Lazarus

Pairing: Thor x Reader (platonic) Bucky x Reader Warnings: Language Word Count: 1,480 Synopsis: You’re having a very bad day for no good reason. Bucky’s working and so are your usual gal pals, that calls for some chilling out with your newest bestie. A/N: I have no excuse for this other than I just think Thor is a giant cuddly teddy bear and I want to be his friend. Sorry not sorry. It was fun to write and get a let go of some writing anxiety. Enjoy my word vomit.

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You were in a mood.

Waking up alongside Bucky you were just grumpy and didn’t quite know why. Some days were just like this and Bucky being the smart man he was, didn’t question it. He’d simply kissed you that morning before heading off to the training facility at the crack of dawn with Sam and Natasha to train the new recruits. You’d be alone all day, but that wasn’t the cause of your sour puss attitude.

Trying to break out of your funk you’d gone to the gym early, getting in a thirty-minute run on the elliptical before your irritation started setting in. You were watching Steve work the heavy bag and with each strike and flex the man gave it grated on your nerves. The internal monologue you’d set for yourself not helping in the slightest. 

“Not having a good day. Hope yours is going better.” You texted Bucky.

To your surprise he texted you back immediately, “Sorry doll. Try to find something good about the day. See you later.”

The wink emoji at the end didn’t help your mood, but it did make you smile a little. Until Steve grunted lifting a new bag onto the rack and you decided to cut out of your regular workout early.

Breakfast was a nightmare. Settling on a bagel and smear you were trying to eat in peace, not wanting to spray any venom at others. But Tony was in the kitchen this morning and that plan went right out the window along with your patience. He was in the middle of breaking down his latest project, delivering more than a dozen rhetorical questions when finally he’d asked one too many and you’d snapped.

“I don’t fucking know Tony!” You shouted, hands slamming onto the table making both Clint and Bruce jump. “For fucks sake! Either ask me a real question and let me respond or stop asking me okay!?”

Looking at Tony’s expression and that of the men around you, nobody had expected you to snap, least of all you. But with a huff you fled the table quickly, not looking back. Tossing the bagel into the trash on your way out and resigning yourself to a day of solitude in your room and letting the boys conclude that you’d lost your mind.

Maybe you had. There was no real reason for you to be angry or upset, just everything was pushing in on you today and it all felt off. Everyone had bad days, right?

By late that afternoon, you weren’t any better, having rearranged the closet in two different configurations, deep cleaning your shared bathroom, and the tiny fridge. It wasn't long after that you’d grumpily left the room for the communal kitchen after taking out the trash.

 Really all you wanted to do at this point was day drink and watch trash television for a few hours, and complain about everything and nothing all the same. But that was always best done with girlfriends but Wanda and Natasha were both doing the training with Sam and Bucky. You wouldn’t see any of them until late tonight. 

It seemed your schedule was doomed to be synched with everyone else today as you came out into the kitchen.

Steve was just putting his dishes in the sink as you came in and after clearing your throat the man rinsed them briefly before placing them into the dishwasher with a sheepish smile. Just before leaving he leaned over your shoulder, “I heard about earlier. Try not to kill Tony in the kitchen today alright, firecracker.” 

Snorting you half glared at Steve before snarking, “I promise to try.” 

The man left the room with a smirk of his own. Halfway through making a sandwich you heard your name-dropped at the table behind you. Both Tony and Clint sat with a freshly arrived Thor. You hadn’t spent much time alone with the God of Thunder but he never gave you a reason to be annoyed with him. Actually, you felt like your patience with the man was double that with anyone else. In fact you were positive just by looking at him that there wasn’t a truly mean bone in the man’s body and he was more helpful than any of the other guys seemed to be.

“Why don’t you ask, Lazarus?”

Tony’s voice broke through your train of thought and you turned around briefly catching the rueful smirk on his face as Thor left the table for the kitchen. Your suspicion peaked when both Tony and Clint hid their smirking mouths behind their hands. “Ask me what?”

“Y/N,” the Asgardian said coming to the edge of the counter. He looked very serious; his brow drew slightly together as he watched you finish making your lunch. “What is this Netflix and chill?”

Your hands faltered as your head whipped over towards the god of thunder. Gaze shifting immediately over to the table where both Clint and Tony were suspiciously turned away from the two of you. But Clint's shoulders were already shaking with laughter.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Natasha,” he said with a wave of his hand. Clearly uncertain what the phrase even ment. “She said it is what you and the soldier do often to unwind. It is my understanding that it is not a good day and you need to unwind, and since I am presently not doing anything I would like to participate.”

Tony was choking at the table, his face beat red as he laughed openly and loudly beside a sputtering Clint. Thor ignored them as you shook your head at their obvious setup at Thor’s expense, “Netflix and chill means sex, sweetie.”

“Oh,” he breathed, brow furrowed in thought briefly before lifting a hand. “Then I will rescind my offer.”

That caused both men to laugh harder than ever. “Oh fuck you both!” You snapped at them, causing them both to continue rolling with laughter. You growled much to Thor's surprise grabbing hold of his wrist, “You know what! I do need to unwind, so lets go Netflix and Chill out, Thor.”

You started dragging the Asgardian away as Tony and Clint shouted after you that it was just a joke and not to take it so seriously. 

Eight hours later the door to your room was thrown up by a panic stricken Bucky. He shouted your name as the door hit the wall, his eyes wild as they fell directly onto the bed only to find it empty, “Wh-what the…”

“Hey handsome,” you greeted.

Bucky’s head snapped over and he visibly relaxed. You were on the sofa in front of the television, wrapped in a comforter with Thor beside you. The Asgardian had his arm slung over the back of the sofa wearing what looked like Avengers licensed footie pajamas his now longer hair in braids matching your own as he was transfixed with the television show.

The two of you sat amongst a sea of discarded snack wrappers, two pizza boxes and empty beer bottles. You looked tired but content and the worry drained right out of Bucky as he closed the door behind himself making his way over to you.

“How was training today,” you asked in a whisper, blinking up at him with drowsy eyes.

“Was alright,” he said, glancing up at the television. “Recruits got a lot of ways to go. What are we watching?”

“The Witcher,” Thor answered, his eyes not leaving the screen. “How you do not wish to watch this is beyond me my friend. It is very captivating.”

Snorting Bucky, motioned with his hand as you slid over and opened the blanket for him, welcoming him into your warm cocoon. “Didn’t say that I just wanted to read the books first.”

At that Thor perked from his end of the sofa, “There are other tales such as these? You must loan them to me.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, his arm sliding around you and pulling you into his lap as you continued watching the show. A few minutes later his lips dragged over your temple before pressing a kiss against you. 

Humming low you turned your head, “Tony say some shit did he?”

Bucky grunted, “Something about you and Thor doing Netflix and Chill. A man can get jealous.”

You laughed lightly before Thor's hand clapped over Bucky's shoulder startling him.

“Don’t worry my friend,” he said with a confident smile. “Y/N is a friend. I wouldn’t dream of coming between the two of you. But what happens during Netflix and Chill stays with Netflix and Chill.”

Looking up at Bucky’s face you were pretty sure you could see the smoke coming out of his ears as his brain malfunctioned, “Th-thats...that doesn’t even make sense.”

The Asgardian gave a booming laugh as you joined in, before kissing a bewildered Bucky on the cheek.

[mionemymind]

Chapter 1: Code 10-15

Favorite Crime

Series Summary: Y/n L/n, daughter of the villainous group, “The Gisbourne”. They’re known to do the cruelest things around the world in order to get what they want. In order to stray away from her family, Y/n is the founder and sole member of the vigilante group, “The Robins”. She does what she can in order to assist those in need of help in New York City.

However, what happens when the Avengers are tasked with finally defeating the Gisbournes? What happens when they use their newest member, Wanda Maximoff, to get to the black sheep of the family? What happens if they both fall in love? But what if it was all a mission to Wanda? 

A/n: This story is told through different splices of Y/n and Wanda’s story. Italics are generally flashbacks. And be sure to read the lyrics of the story. It’s not in the same order as the original song but this is purposely done :) (Not my GIF) 

Warnings: Betrayal, angst, cursing, happy ending 

Word Count: 2.9k

Masterlist

Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Bonus

Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that I was your willing accomplice, honey

“Guys, let me introduce you to our newest member of the team, Wanda Maximoff.” Heads turned as the brunette timidly walked into the room. She fiddled with her hands as she shyly mumbled a quick hello to the intimidating crowd. It was Natasha that broke the silence first. “Welcome to the team, Wanda.”

Soon introductions happened but Wanda had yet to say anything else. All she could focus on was trying her best to not read their thoughts. It seemed that Natasha was the easiest to sit by since her thoughts were surprisingly quiet. She found Tony and Thor to be the loudest while Bucky’s felt a little...damaged.

Nonetheless, Steve excused the two as he led Wanda to her new room. Opening the door for her, Wanda found herself to be in a spotless and minimalistic room. The colors were on the grayscale and everything smelled and looked brand new.

“Here’s your room.” Wanda walked in, enjoying the fact that she can finally have something of her own. But considering who she was living with, she felt a little overwhelmed at the possibility of the bed itself being worth more than her childhood home.

“Everything in here can accommodate your needs just as long as you know how to work one of these,” Steve said as he held up a small tablet for the room controls. Wanda laughed a little and jokingly asked, “Are you telling me you don’t?” Her voice was strongly laced with her Sokovian accent, which was something Wanda lightly cursed herself about.

This was a change. This was new. This was a place she could start a new page and maybe even a new Wanda.

Steve slightly blushed as he scratched the back of his neck. He placed the tablet back on the nightstand and said, “Well...let’s just say I’m not one with the current times.”

“So, an old soul?”

“You could say that.” Slowly backing to the door, Steve held on to the handle and said, “But, I’ll give you time to adjust. Also, before I forget, we have a talking robot in the building. So if you hear a very smart alek voice, that’s just the robot.”

Steve gave Wanda a comforting smile before closing the door. Looking around once more, Wanda noticed that she had her own flat screen in the room. There was a desk in the corner as well as two various doors. Going through them, one door led to her own luxurious bathroom and the other led to her own walk-in closet.

Wanda walked back into the main room and saw that she had glass doors leading to the balcony. Pulled in by the breathtaking view, Wanda slid out to the balcony and watched the scenery in front of her. It was night time yet New York felt as lively as the morning. “This really is the city that never sleeps.” And as Wanda continued to watch, she could only hope that this was the new beginning she needed.

“So you’ve been here a couple of months,” Clint stated as he and Wanda finished their training session. “How do you feel?” He tossed Wanda a towel which she caught with ease. While wiping the sweat off her face, she responded with, “I feel good.”

It was an obvious lie yet Clint didn’t manage to catch it. And if he did, he would’ve figured it was the nervousness talking. However, Wanda couldn’t help but think that she’s never felt so lonely till now.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Clint picked up the various items they used for training and started to place them back in their original places. “Heads up, I think Steve is going to give you your first big mission.”

Wanda was putting back the weights when she said, “Really?” For the first few months, she’s been shadowing the other Avengers during their missions. Sometimes they would ask for Wanda’s opinion on how she would have handled the situation and other times she would just watch.

“Yeah. The team is impressed. You learn really quickly.”

“I don’t want to let anybody down.” It was rather late for it because Wanda already felt like she let herself down.

“You won’t. I know you won’t.”

Looking down at the file given to her, Wanda first noticed how young the girl looked in the picture. There were tiny scars on her face but none looked prominent. The thing that pulled in the most was her alluring eyes. They appeared soft at first but Wanda had a feeling there was more to those tired eyes.

“So, her name is Y/n L/n and my mission is to get close to her?” Wanda asked. She couldn’t really wrap her thoughts on why she was needed on this mission. The girl didn’t seem like the type to know much combat. So it shouldn’t be too hard for the Avengers to get her.

“Correct. You’re tasked with getting close to her to the point she can trust you. Since not a lot of people know you’re a part of the Avengers, you can help us use her to get to her family.” Wanda sighed. She didn’t want to disappoint them on her first big mission but why did it feel like the Avengers were in over their heads?

Regardless of her anxiety, Wanda swallowed it down and said, “Okay, when should I start?”

Those things I did Just so I could call you mine The things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

Natasha, Steve, and Wanda sat in hiding. They were currently waiting for their target to arrive at the designated location. Various S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hid with the scenery and the night had only aided in their secrecy.

As the minutes ticked by since Y/n’s last message, Wanda couldn’t help but feel nauseous from her actions. Here she was, standing with the good side of history yet she couldn’t help but feel so repulsed by her actions.

Doubt plagued her mind which only increased her anxiety. While fiddling with her fingers, Wanda could only think about her. She thought about everything that could happen to Y/n. From how the government could possibly treat her to the possible interrogation that she would have to go through.

Oddly enough, she hoped that it wasn’t Natasha that could have a chance of doing that. Because if it were her, Y/n would end up in two ways. Beaten and bruised or hopelessly enamored by Natasha. Both ways made Wanda more anxious for this outcome. As sick as it was, Wanda would rather have Y/n be beaten and bruised than the latter. Jealousy was an ugly look on Wanda as well as betrayal.

“Do we really have to do this Steve?” Wanda could feel her hands start to shake but she quickly pulled herself together. Steve was right beside her. At any chance he felt that she was distracted, he would have her immediately escorted out.

“It’s the only way, Wanda.” The lack of doubt in his voice made Wanda shiver. She felt hopeless yet she was the only one to blame. She practically led Y/n to slaughter.

“But she’s nothing like them. You see what she does on her own.” Although Wanda knew there was no chance of pleading her case to Steve, she still tried because this was Y/n for fuck’s sake.

“I’m sorry Wanda but one good person can’t make up for what her entire family has done to many.” Looking back to the entrance of the tunnel, Wanda could only think about the good things that Y/n has done with her. Because to her, one good person was enough.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Wanda and Y/n were hanging out at an abandoned playground near the boat docks. Surprisingly, things were still intact despite the wear and tear they’ve been through. Y/n hung upside down on the monkey bars as she watched Wanda swing closely by her.

Maybe it was the way her hair flowed through the night breeze. Or maybe it was the way that she still shone through the darkness of the night. Or maybe it was this new happy look she had on her face. Or maybe - no - it was just the way she was - always is. She’s Wanda Maximoff. With all the blood rushing down to her head, and this overbearing feeling in her chest, Y/n said, “You know that I love you, right?”

Wanda stopped swinging and looked over at Y/n. There was a small bewildered look on her face but she didn’t look disgusted by the question. “What?” There was suddenly a rush of blood pounding in Wanda’s ears. She hoped that her mind wasn’t playing tricks with her especially now.

“I know it’s crazy - I haven’t even taken you out on a first date or anything but,” there was a glint to Wanda’s eyes and that confirmed everything that Y/n was feeling, “...I do.”

Y/n pulled her body upwards and replaced her legs with her hands on the monkey bars. She swung back and forth to get her blood flowing in other directions besides her head. She looked at Wanda and saw this doubted look on her face. So Y/n quickly added, “Yeah, I love you.”

“And what makes you say that?” Wanda had various answers in mind to her own question. Y/n could possibly be on drugs or she hung upside down for far too long. Or maybe, Y/n is just out of her fucking mind. But still, Wanda only hoped that Y/n would reassure her that she heard correctly. That she does love her.

Thinking about it for a moment, Y/n suddenly found the right words to say as she swung forward and landed right in front of Wanda. She placed her hands on the ropes of the swing, her face lowering down Wanda’s, little distance between them as Y/n said, “Well, you see me as my own person. Not somebody that’s the daughter of something. Just...me.”

Wanda’s breath was caught in her throat. Suddenly her senses were filled with anything about Y/n. Her ocean scented cologne, the hair pomade she uses to style, and the way her face looked so beautiful as if it was constructed by Michelangelo.

“Anyone can do that Y/n,” she whispered. Her eyes showcased her heart as she kept looking down at Y/n’s lips. But the way Y/n’s masked made her eyes looked constantly made Wanda look back up.

“I wouldn’t call you anyone,” Y/n said cockily. “You’re Wanda Maximoff. The girl that sees the best in people and the girl I so happen to be in love with.” Love. It was so easy for Y/n to say to Wanda despite everything she has been through with her family.

No one taught her love yet when she looked at Wanda, all she could do is feel it. “You feel so comfortable saying that around me yet I haven’t said it back,” Wanda joked. By now, her breath caught in her throat with how close they were getting.

By now, their foreheads touched as Wanda’s grip on the ropes of the swing tightened. “Well, I have a feeling that you will someday. And if you don’t, at least I got it off my chest.” And someday would be today.

Slowly, the two were leaning in when - RING!

The annoying alarm that blared through Y/n’s beeper made her groan. Now, someday would be in the future. “Uhhhhh - duty calls,” she said in distaste, however, Y/n had so badly wanted to stay with Wanda. Surprisingly, Wanda felt the same way. But vigilante duties were important to Y/n. So with another kiss on Wanda’s cheek, Y/n saluted goodbye. “See you Wands. You better practice saying those words now.” Y/n left with a wink and a smile on her face.

The room was tense as Y/n stood before her family. Sharp eyes looked into Y/n’s soul as they beckoned her to finally say her peace. “I don’t want to be a part of this family anymore.”

This type of tantrum was nothing new with Y/n. Everyone knew she didn’t like being part of this family but it never got this intense. “You don’t know what you’re saying Y/n,” her Dad reasoned but frankly, he was getting aggravated by this whole shenanigan.

“No, I do know what I’m saying.” She knew her family wouldn’t treat her seriously. They never did and she was hoping that they would once more because, after this fight, she would never come back.

“You’re throwing your life away, over what? Some girl?” The whole thing was quite pathetic to them. How could you throw the whole world away for somebody they believed Y/n hardly knew?

“She’s treated me better than you,” she countered. However, her family simply rolled their eyes at her statement.

“Oh yeah? Go ahead with your little friend then but don’t come running back when things go south.” The cigar in his hands was placed into the ashtray nearby. Y/n’s parents hardly looked when they heard Y/n’s footsteps leaving the room for they truly believed their daughter would come back. Because in a family like theirs, blood is the only thing you can trust.

Perched up on the balcony, with the breeze of the night flowing past them, Wanda and Y/n were laughing at the various things their powers did. However, the night turned with Y/n teasing Wanda endlessly. “I hate you,” she said as she slightly shoved Y/n as she smiled. “Sure you do,” Y/n replied with a smirk plastered on her face.

“I seriously do,” Wanda said as she noticed Y/n look at her lips. The two leaning in closer to each other. “Okay, and what are you going to do about it?” Y/n licked her lips as she could feel her heart explode with how little space was between them.

“Thi-,” the moment was cut short was Wanda’s phone rang. Their foreheads touched at the obvious annoyment to the interruption. Y/n had to physically remember to breathe as Wanda gave her a sorry smile. “Duty calls?” Y/n said to lighten the mood.

“Duty calls.” Seeing the frown on Wanda’s face made Y/n want to kiss her even more. “God, her lips must be soft,” she thought loudly. Wanda blushed at Y/n’s words but Y/n hardly noticed. All she wanted was to remove her frown. So she settled for the next best thing. She kissed Wanda’s cheek, letting it linger for a couple of seconds.

“See you later Maximoff.” Feeling overwhelmed with joy, Wanda shoved Y/n off the building as Y/n saluted her goodbye. Smiles were still plastered on both faces.

The ringing still went as Wanda saw Y/n successfully swing away. She picked up her phone with a sigh, having to remove all her flustered emotions as she answered the call. “Hello.”

“What the hell was that, Wanda?” She knew it was coming especially since the team had a very close eye on this mission. Failure wasn’t an option. “It was called acting, maybe you should try it, Tony.” She could already feel his eye roll from a mile away.

“You’re lucky I called when I did.” Luck...if it was luck, then her heart shouldn’t have ached this much. “Yeah...thanks, Tony.”

Y/n arrived at their place in huffed breaths. The adrenaline from breaking away from her family still running through her veins. “Wanda?!” She yelled out. The tunnel echoing her voice. “Wanda?!” There was still no response.

Before Y/n could call out again, the sound of combat boots echoed through the tunnel. Y/n sighed in relief knowing that Wanda was here. “Love - I think we can still make it before my family finds…”

Slowly, the figure stepped into the light provided by the moon. His chiseled jaw and god-like physique caused Y/n to go into a defensive mode. Y/n didn’t need to see the shield in his hand to know this was Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Wanda?” Steve didn’t respond as he pressed his fingers onto his comms. “Target is here. Move forward.” Suddenly, Y/n could feel something latch on to her back, a spread of electricity shooting through her body.

Y/n dropped to her knees, groaning in pain as she still looked at Steve. A hard boot to her back made her face roughly connect to the dirty concrete. The electrifying feeling intensifying more than ever.

As they cuffed her arms and legs, Y/n couldn’t help but focus on how much her body was on fire. She thrashed and struggled in their hold and all she could think to yell out was, “Wanda!” Screams of pain and helpless begging for Wanda’s presence echoed through the tunnels.

And as Y/n slowly faded in and out of consciousness, Wanda stood at the exit of the tunnel, hearing the love of her life begging for her to save her.

Chapter 2

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[jasontoddswhitestreak]

fluff prompts 10 & 19 with pietro maximoff would be so cute 🥺

elevator talk

summary: while on a mission with the avengers team you manage to save pietro’s life leading him to want to show his appreciation for you inspired by this prompt list

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, set after age of ultron but pietro never dies and civil war doesn’t take place <3

note: i hope i don’t disappoint you with this fluff! i’ve been reading more quicksilver comics recently and this is the outcome of that :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (lmk if you want to see anymore content like this <3)

masterlist

"Remind me again, why did the ENTIRE team need to come on this mission?" You complained, fighting off two grown men while waiting for the signal Tony was supposed to give to tell you it's safe to go inside the building.

"Call it a group bonding session." Tony teased while flying near the building in his Iron Man suit, trying to figure out how to lower the shields. Ever since the fall of SHIELD, it became even more difficult to find the remaining Hydra bases and due to the Ultron situation that occurred a few years ago, the difficulty only increased.

"Could we do a little less chitchat and a little more fighting?" Steve demands, you could hear Cap's grunts through your earpiece, making it obvious that he's struggling to fight off the Hydra goons.

You were a couple miles away from the building attempting to make your way closer to it, the enemies clearly noticed your arrival when they saw a person in red and yellow suit flying pass their windows, easily recognising the well known Iron Man.

And because a huge green angry Hulk isn't exactly easy to ignore.

"Clearly Cap can't keep up with us superheroes." Pietro teased, with a blink of an eye he knocked out the enemies surrounding both you and Steve.

"Thanks for the help Sonic, I'd give you some onion rings but I don't have any on me right now." You joked, smirking at the exasperated speedster that stood in front of you.

"I just saved your life and this is how you repay me Prinţesă?" He feigned hurt, placing his hand over heart.

"Saving her life? That's a bit of an exaggeration even for you Piet." Wanda's voice was heard from the comms, she managed to make her way into the building effortlessly, fighting beside Vision.

"Mind your business Wanda." Pietro scoffs biting back the smile forming on his face, he could hear his sisters laugh through the earpiece.

"As much as I love hearing the two of you argue with each other, now may not be the time." Natasha commented, followed by Clint agreeing.

You sighed, knowing they were right, focusing on the mission instead of the twin in front of you, glancing around at your surroundings. You noticed the enemies lined up behind Pietro preparing for an attack. You would've seen it earlier if it wasn't for the conversation distracting you.

You thought it was too late when you saw the bullet fly through the air, aiming directly at Pietro, it felt as though it was moving in slow motion. The piece of metal cutting through the air making its way to the speedster. Not registering the fact that Pietro had super healing abilities your mind recalled what happened in Sokovia. The bullets going through Pietro in every angle possible. Him falling onto the ground, the colour drained from his face, everyone thought he was dead, Wanda included. That was until the speedster managed to spit out a joke about Ultron's good aim.

You didn't register what you were doing until after you did it. Rushing to protect him from the bullet you pushed him out of the way last minute, the bullet barely missed him, you felt the bullet scrape against your arm instead. Pietro fell to the ground with a yelp as you fell on top of him, wincing due to the pain the bullet caused you.

Steve ran over to the two of you after knocking out the culprit.

"They're both down." Steve states, Pietro shakes his head, attempting to sit up, lifting you up and placing you in his lap comfortably.

"Why'd you do that? You know I can take bullets right?" Pietro scowled, glancing over your body to check for anymore injuries besides the bullet wound, his hands were gentle, brushing over your body in a caring manner as he lets the palm of his hands rest on the sides of your face, holding your face in his hands.

"Now i saved your life." You joked, blushing at the position the two of you were currently in and trying to hide the pain the bullet was causing you. You weren't a super soldier or someone with super healing abilities, so jumping in front of a bullet to save someone that could survive getting shot multiple times wasn't smart thinking on your part.

But you couldn't help it.

You wouldn't say you and Pietro were best friends, you did get along well but the twin refrained from getting close to any of the avengers. Your relationship consisted of teasing each other often and bumping into each other constantly during midnight, resulting in the two of you having your own midnight sessions where the two of you sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate.

You reminisced on the last time you had your 'midnight session' with Pietro, not being able to focus on what Pietro and Steve were saying to you, there was a loud ringing in your head, echoing as you closed your eyes to stop the headache that was forming, you felt yourself being lifted up in someone's arms.

Maybe you underestimated how bad the bullet wound was.

"Fine weather we're having don't you think?" You laughed, glancing over at the window, the heavy rain pelted against the glass of the compound, that alongside the wind that sounded much louder in your bedroom made it difficult to even attempt to sleep. You could just barely make out the trees in the distance due to the night sky.

"Didn't think you'd show up tonight, don't you need the sleep before our mission tomorrow?" Pietro questioned. He was facing the stove, you could smell the hot chocolate that was heating up. You made your way next to him, grabbing two mugs and placing them next to him before moving to the fridge to grab the whipped cream.

You swapped positions with Pietro, passing the can of whipped cream to him and grabbing the spoon that was used to stir the hot chocolate.

"Oh wait! I made cookies today, we could have them now!" You remembered, grabbing the plate of cookies from the cupboard and placing it on the table, Pietro immediately reached out for one, and then another.

"I don't know if you know this yet but, I love you." Pietro confesses, grabbing another cookie. You pushed the plate away from him before he could grab another.

"You gotta slow down Piet, don't want you emptying the plate before we even get to have the hot chocolate, now do we?" You grinned and he complains, reaching out for another.

"It's nice to know you care so much about my well-being dragă." You rolled your eyes at the smirk plastered on his face. With the blink of an eye he was stood across from you, closer to the plate of cookies, with another in his hand.

The two of you couldn't stop the smiles that formed on your face, even going to bed in a much better mood than you were in previously.

It was hours after the mission, you were patched up as soon as the quinjet landed at the compound. After a long lecture from Steve and the debriefing, you were finally able to be alone, only wanting to go back your room and sleep for days.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to your floor, too tired to take the stairs. You attempted to fight back the tiredness, blinking harshly to keep yourself awake, missing the blue streak of a superhero making its way into the elevator and right beside you.

"How are you feeling Dragă mea?" Pietro speaks out after a couple moments, you jumped in shock not realising the speedster was next to you.

"Dammit Piet! What did I say about doing that?" You held your hands over your chest, frightened. He looked at you apologetically before moving to the elevator buttons, pressing the button that stops the elevator from moving.

You stared at him as he sighed, struggling to put his thoughts into words.

"Piet... what's wrong?" You whispered, analysing his face and posture, you could tell he was stressed. He turned to look at you, his face softening when your eyes met.

"I can’t lose you prinţesă." He manages to say, making his way to you, reaching out for your hand.

His hand was warm in yours, he held onto your hand tightly, you looked at him confused, raising your hand to rest against his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek gently.

“You’re not going to lose me, where’s this coming from Pietro?” You asked softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head rested against his chest. You could feel his uneven breaths, almost as if he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. Pietro struggled to even out his breath, panic bubbling up inside of him, he can’t lose you. Even the thought of losing you filled him with dread, he doesn’t deserve someone to risk their life for him, especially someone like you.

“How did I manage to get you?” He finally whispers, pulling back to look at you.

That’s when you understood what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to lose you too, you know? Even the thought of it, it just-” You take a deep breath, smiling solemnly at him. “Every-time we go on a mission I’m terrified Piet, after what happened in Sokovia- after what happened to you. I cant lose you, I care too much about you.” The memories of what happened in Sokovia haunted you. You weren’t close to the Maximoffs then but you understood them, you understood their pain and loss. Similarly to them you had no one, no family, no one to say ‘I love you’ too.

Until now.

“That’s a very complicated way to say you love me, dragă.” He teased, you could see the redness in his eyes from the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Well no one else enjoys my baking as much as you do.” He rolled his eyes in response knowing your referencing the night before, while still holding you in his arms, he reaches out to turn the elevator back on.

No more words were needed to be said, not for now at least. You had each other, and that’s all that mattered to you, for now.

[achillieus]

we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in  denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild​

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And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

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(your late night instagram search history)

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(01:15 AM) @buckybrns

(01:30 AM) #newgirl

(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

-

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”  

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

-

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.  

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

-

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from buckybrns@gmail.com

              I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

-

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

-

You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

-

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

-

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”  

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

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The Storm Within | Yandere Bruce Banner x Male! Reader

A/N: Requested. Bruce is only a slight yandere as requested. Hope you like it!

Avengers Tower was beautiful at night. 

The whole room was lit up by the enormous precious stone crystal fixture, looming over the middle of the huge room. The huge open glass windows offered a great view of the completely dark sky covered with sparkling stars that looked like scattered moondust and the beautiful zinc-silver glowing moon. 

Tony Stark had decided to throw a party at the tower to celebrate his successful new project and because, well, he's Tony Stark. He's the best party thrower in New York and he loves throwing them.

Bruce Banner stood next to the bar with Natasha and a drink in his hand. He did not want to be here. He wasn't a big fan of parties, but Tony forced him to come, even though he only wanted to go work in his lab. 

"Bruce and Natasha!" 

Bruce looked up from the ground to see Tony walking over to them with a man he has never seen before. He felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes met your E/C eyes. You're stunning E/C eyes. 

You were wearing casual clothes and had smooth skin. Bruce noticed how your (hair type) hair made your eyes stand out and shine. You were very handsome and looked really young. 

He wondered who this mysterious man was. He cleared his throat as Tony came over and introductions happened. 

"Bruce. Natasha, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner." Tony introduced as you shook hands with Natasha. 

"Are you Y/N L/N from L/N enterprise?" Natasha asked and received a nod in confirmation from you. 

"Yeah, that's me." 

"I know all about L/N enterprise. You do great work, and you're a great man." 

"Thank you. You have a tough grip, I  like you already." You grinned as she chuckled before leaving to find Clint. 

You turned to face Bruce and extended your hand out towards him and he took your hand in his, quickly shaking it. Maybe a little too quickly, but he loved the feeling of your hands in his. 

"Nice to meet you, Bruce. It's wonderful to meet someone who is such a genius and has seven PhDs along with being The Hulk. A little scary, but very cool." 

"Hey, I'm a genius and I'm right here!" 

"Oh, hush, Tony." You said as you kept your eyes solely on Bruce who blushed from under your stare. He felt oddly calm around you, which he didn't feel around people he meets for the first time. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Y/N. How do you two know each other?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice as steady as possible, as he tried not to sound like a jealous lover, but he needed to know how you and Tony knew each other. 

"Oh, Y/N and I go way back." 

"Yeah, I used to work as his assistant before Pepper, even though I didn't need to because my parents left me a lot of money. I was there for this idiot when he got really drunk and we hit it off great outside of work and became friends." 

"Ever since then, it's been a crazy ride with this man. He's like my long-lost little brother who's as handsome as I am." 

"Aw, thanks, Tones. You're like the older brother I never had who's as smart and as amazing as me." 

You playfully punched Tony in the arm as you both smiled at each other. The two of you were alike in lots of ways. Bruce felt a spark of jealousy and rage when he saw how close you and Tony were before he realized that you two looked at each other as friends, which made him relax. 

"Anyways Bruceybear, I have something to ask you." Tony suddenly said to him. 

"What is it?" Bruce asked, his ears perking up at hearing this statement. 

"Well, how would you feel if Y/N became part of the team as one of our science bros? He's as much of a genius as we are."

"Not to mention that I can help you with various experiments and even be a test subject." You chimed in with a smile. 

A smile that is so universal that even a newborn baby knows by heart. A smile that made the stars shine brighter in the night sky. A smile that made the lights in this room shine brighter and seemed to be quite contagious because Bruce found himself smiling back at you. 

"I think it would be great to have you join us, science bros." Bruce spoke truthfully, "And if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"How old do I look to you, Brucey." 

Bruce smirked at the tone in your voice, "If I had to guess, I'd say you are in your early to mid-20s." 

You groaned from hearing that answer, "Why does everyone keep thinking that? I'm in my early 30s. Hell, even a guy at the liquor store asked me to show my ID because I looked too young to be there."

"It's all because of your good genes." Tony simply added in. 

The next half-hour was spent with Tony being his sarcastic self, the adventures and crazy times you and Tony spent together, and various science topics. 

"Okay, Bruce. I'm going to take Y/N to meet the other Avengers and some others before we get drunk and have fun." 

"Aw, and here I was having a good conversation with Bruce, but I'll see you again soon and it's good to meet you." 

You and Bruce smiled at each other before Tony placed his hand on the arch of your lower back and led you away to the others. 

"Looks like someone has a crush." Natasha spoke up beside Bruce, appearing out of nowhere with a grin. 

Bruce blushed, "No, I don't." He said in a defensive tone, but the blush upon his face said otherwise. 

He can admit that he loved seeing you laugh and smile with Tony. He loved hearing your mesmerizing voice and had a wonderful conversation with you. 

And there was something else. 

He felt content because you treated him as a normal person and not some freak accident. He also felt something else, a connection of sorts and he wondered if you felt it, too.

He was genuinely pleased that you have become part of the science team and that he would see you again soon. 

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"Hey bros. I've come with the goodies!" You announced loudly, stepping inside the lab to see Tony and Bruce working on something.

Bruce immediately stopped what he was doing and looked over at you. 

He didn't sleep well last night. Tossed and turned for most of the night and had a nightmare. The coffee machine exploded on him earlier, so he was irritated, to say the least, but seeing you managed to make his day a little better. 

"Good, give me them." Tony demanded as you rolled your eyes as he took the bag. He moaned when the delicious treat was shoved into his mouth, "Gosh, these are so good. Bruce, you have got to try this man's cookies." 

Without warning, Tony shoved a cookie into Bruce's mouth, much to his dismay.

"Wow..." Bruce couldn't help, but moan in delight and deliciousness. This had to be the best treat that he's ever tasted, "That was really good. You made these cookies yourself?" 

You nodded, your lips curling upward into a smile, "Yeah, my uncle taught me how to bake. I'll bring you guys some more soon." 

"Good. These are so good, I can't get enough of them." Tony said, wiping some crumbs off his face. 

"I'm not surprised, you always eat all of them all the time." 

"And I don't plan on stopping either." 

You chuckled before shaking your head, "So, what are we working on today?" 

The next two hours consisted of crazy experiments and them using you as a test subject for armor and weapons. 

Bruce would always be close to you when you both worked on something. He felt so safe standing next to you like he didn't need to get angry or Hulk out when he's in your presence. Despite him knowing you for a short period, he felt safer with you than anyone else. 

Unfortunately, Hulk wanted to come out when you announced to the room that you were meeting up with your ex and had to leave. 

"We'll be at the mall and I'll be gone for about two hours. Don't destroy the lab." You said and walked out of the lab, heading to your very own (favorite car). 

"Hey, do you know who's Y/N's ex-boyfriend is?" Bruce asked Tony. 

Tony nodded, "Oh, yeah. Moose Capaldi, a real estate agent. They dated for a while, but ended on good terms, why?" 

"No reason." 

"Yeah, sure." 

Tony chuckled, knowing that Bruce had a crush on you. He wondered if he should play matchmaker for you two. 

Bruce wanted to pretend that he wasn't jealous, but how could he not when you are going out with your ex-boyfriend? You two could probably patch things up and have sex. Jealousy and rage rose inside of him as his fingertips slowly turned a greenish color. 

So, when Pepper came to talk to Tony about something important, Bruce left and found himself walking into the food court at the mall, seeking out a man with H/C hair. 

It didn't take him long and eventually, he spotted you sitting at a table across from an attractive man. You both talked and laughed and when the attractive man reached over and touched your face is when Bruce lost it. A low growl erupted from his throat as he started turning green. 

You laughed, "Are you serious?" 

"Yes, I'm serious." Moose let out a laugh, too, "And then we - what the fuck?" 

Moose's gaze was suddenly focused on something behind you and you turned around, your eyes widening at what you saw. 

Hulk was now hulked out in the middle of the mall and screams erupted from people's throats as they ran for their lives. 

"Hulk smash!" He picked up a table and chucked it across the room in Moose's direction as you both stood up and hopped over the counter, hiding underneath. 

"WHY IS HE TRYING TO KILL ME!" 

"I DON'T KNOW!" You shouted back as your hands started to shake before you stood up and Moose gave you a look. 

"What are you doing?!" He whispered.

"Shh." You hushed softly as you hopped over the counter and slowly walked over to Hulk who looked down at you, "Hey, Hulk. Do you know me?" 

"Hulk knows Y/N. My Y/N." He grinned. 

You chuckled, "Yes, I'm Y/N. And do you think you can calm down and transform back into Banner? You're kind of scaring everyone here right now." 

"Would that make Y/N happy?" 

"Yes, that would make me very happy." 

You watched as Hulk shrunk down to his normal size, turning himself back into Bruce, naked and all. 

Moose came up behind you and handed you his jacket. You took it and wrapped it around Bruce's body as he stared at you with an apologetic look on his face. 

"Y/N, I'm so sorry-" 

"It's okay. Let's get you back to the tower now," You responded and turned to face Moose, "I'll call you later." 

Moose nodded, still feeling a little shaken up at what just happened as you drove Bruce back to the tower and he went straight to his room to change. 

You, on the other hand, had to pay for all the damage Hulk caused at the mall. Bruce came back into the living room, fully clothed, and sat down on the couch as you hung up the phone. 

"You want to explain to me what that was at the mall?" You sat down next to him and looked at him, waiting for an answer. 

"Not really." 

"Well, considering I paid a lot of money for the damage you caused, I deserve an answer. Why were you there? And what caused you to Hulk out?" He was silent, "Bruce!" 

"I was jealous, okay?! I was jealous because you went on a date with Moose and you two could get back together-" 

"Whoa, imma stop you right there," You interrupted him, laughing a little, "That wasn't a date. He was my first love but were only good friends now. And that's all we'll ever be. We were catching up and he's getting married to a guy named Colby, and wanted to know if I would come to their wedding." 

"Oh." Bruce was now blushing from how much of an idiot he was for getting jealous for no reason. 

"Yeah, oh. Besides, I like someone else." 

"Who?!" 

"He's sitting right next to me." 

You smirked, leaning over, and pressed your lips onto Bruce's soft lips. He immediately kissed back and put his hand on the side of your face, deepening the kiss. Soon, you both broke the kiss and gasped for air. 

"Are you sure that you want to be with me?" Bruce asked, "You'll have to deal with the other guy who lurks beneath the shadows." 

"Oh, I'm not afraid of him." You said and Bruce raised an eyebrow, "Okay, maybe a little, but he's pretty cool and I'll learn to deal with him. And something tells me that you and I are going to have many more good kisses." 

Truthfully, when you saw Hulk, you felt absolutely terrified to your utter core, but you'll learn to deal with the other guy. 

"What makes you think we'll have more kisses?" 

"Just a feeling that I have and my feelings are usually, always correct." 

You dropped your head in Bruce's lap, stretching your legs out across the couch and Bruce dropped his hand in your hair. 

"Are you positive that you want to get involved with me? I'll get angry a lot." 

You hummed, sitting up and taking the drink off the table and throwing it in his face. Bruce sat up quickly and gasped, looking at you in wonder as his eyes turned a little green. 

You laughed, "Don't get angry." You whispered in his ear and ran as he ran after you. 

That day had to have been the best day of Bruce's life. He truly felt alive. And with all the shit you had done, Hulk didn't come out. Not once. The sound of your voice is what kept him calm. 

It was therapeutic. Like your voice could be used as a meditation tape for someone to listen to every night. 

And Bruce, who has seven PhDs, was wrong and you were right. There were many more kisses between you two, but none of those kisses could even compare to the kiss on your wedding day. 

Of course, Tony was your best man who shared the most embarrassing stories of you, and the craziest adventures you both had with each other.

Bruce was still protective and only got possessive when he thought of someone as a threat. He wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else but you. 

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