#and the soldier has been shrunk twice and grown once

[listenupcupcakes]

Huh? The raccoons are back to normal already? Did I fuck up my spell or something- AHHH AN EAGLE-

I HAVE WINGS!

I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!

[love-hatred-stuff]

Villain's girl } Im Changkyun [monsta x]

genre: royal/soldier au, vampire au

warning(s): mentions of war(indirect), kind of kidnapping

word count: 1.9k

He, he was perfect, but I just wasn't ready to get involved with him.

I knew I would regret it because we needed each other. But he just hurt me too much. No, actually I really didn't care about myself. Still, I ran away from him again, probably the most unnecessary decision of my life. The only thing that stood in my way was my fear of the gilding of his life. I simply wasn't worth it, was I?

before:...

I was lying on a green meadow that was on a mountain. Hundreds of Lisianthus flowers had grown next to me. I loved them, their scent, their colors and also their sizes. They had a calm effect on me because I had known them since my short childhood.

I've been looking after myself since I was ten years old. My parents? Probably dead. They had left me for a reason unknown to me, but I hadn't thought about it for a long time, because it had racked my mind for the next thirteen years after they disappeared.

Now I was lying here and as far as I knew it was my birthday that day. I couldn't exactly remember that date, but I had celebrated it over and over again on the same day for a long time.

It wasn't a big deal to me as it wouldn't change anything in my life but I was finally eighteen.

The sun had just started to rise, but I wanted to start the day like this, with a quiet hour on my favorite meadow in the morning sun that smiled at me. Unfortunately she was the only one who did that.

Often times I would lie there all night and watch the stars. I was more than lonely, for many years I hadn't met anyone except soldiers who attacked and burned villages, as well as my house eight years ago.

I lost my parents, my house, my food and everything else I owned. Even if it wasn't much, my already small property shrunk even more. But I had to take it for what I was, what I was trying to do.

Despite my health, which had kept up well, I had thoughts of suicide several times. Jumping off a cliff is, eating any branches and herbs. And after a few temptations, I gave up. I couldn't do that to myself yet.

As slowly as possible, I got up to look for something to eat. I didn't really liked to go hunting because I was very fond of animals and hated to hurt them, so I mostly ate berries or mushrooms.

Except once a week, I took my bow with arrow to get me a hearty meal.

When I finally got up on my two legs, I ran and went to my hut, which I had built a long time ago from branches and bushes.

I was there in no time, but something bothered me. Everything was still in its place, but I could make out a musty smell of smoke, which made me cringe.

I looked around silently and indeed, about half a mile away, a huge gray cloud was making its way through the trees.

My heart pounded alarm and without thinking twice, I sprinted in the opposite direction from which the possible fire was coming.

At the moment I didn't care about my growling stomach, nor my hut.

After a while of running I could hear voices in the direction I was walking towards.

I slowly walked slowly in order to be able to listen to every sound, no matter how small. But suddenly a soldier was standing in front of me who looked at me with a grin. I was wearing only a thin, white, yet dirty dress that hung airily up to my knees.

Uncomfortable, that's how I felt. I had never had closer contact with men, how could I (?).

"Well, who do we have here?" The soldier mockingly said.

I just widened my eyes, not to mention my mouth, which had been open since I saw him.

After a short time, more and more soldiers came and looked at me, but I was frozen. People were so fascinating but at the same time so nauseating. The soldier, who was still grinning stupidly at me, stepped closer and grabbed my hand.

"The little one must have forgotten how to speak. But she is breathtakingly beautiful. Take a look at her, guys!" He asked his men to examine me too, which is why they all took a few steps closer.

"Hey!" I heard it from not far away, in the woods.

The one whose voice it was now also ran towards me, which made me take some steps back.

"Don't touch her! She's an innocent one!" The soldier who was now standing in my immediate vicinity.

Fortunately for me, he now attracted the attention that had been on me. He pushed the others away from me, who then stumbled backwards. Then he grabbed my wrist and I felt a heat rise in me instantly, it was a completely new feeling.

I looked into a prominent face with defined cheekbones, which made him look very masculine to me. He looked like someone that could be royal, naturally beautiful.

He looked at me out of his intense brown eyes in which I could have lost myself in, in a matter of seconds.

He raised his hand, pushed a strand of hair out of my face and touched my cheek in the process. All I could do was to stay still like a statue and admire his figure.

His dark black hair that was a little messed up and some strands also graced his face.

A cold but pleasant shiver ran down my spine from his touch. I was fascinated by his looks, it seemed like he looked like a friendly devil. Although his features seemed absolutely flawless, he radiated a dark aura. I couldn't see it but I could sense it. He also had broad shoulders from which two muscular arms protruded. He was looking like a God next to me.

"She really is quite acceptable. Nevertheless, she has to come with me." He pulled me by the arm to the horses, which were not far away at a campsite.

Damn. I should have run faster, now I have to go with them if I don't get a chance to get out of here. I blamed myself silently.

The men were in the majority and clearly superior to me.

The Soldier's grin was quite strong and even when we were already in one of the tents, he was still holding onto my arm tightly. After we I hissed in pain.

Besides all that, I was still totally in shock as it was my first close contact with people in many years.

Suddenly he stopped and took a close look at my body, me not really thinking anything, because I first had to get used to people's behavior and body language.

With his gaze he stopped where he had gripped me tightly to probably prevent me from running away, but slowly the pressure got too big and hurt. Immediately he let go, but he took a closer look at the now yellow spots that adorned my arm.

They weren't the only wounds I had, I kept getting injured and accordingly had blood wounds or scratches all over the place. We were alone in the tent and he finally broke the silence.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, pointing to my wounds, like the blood stain on my dress, over my stomach. At first I didn't know what he meant but then I understood. He meant if I had been hurt by someone else.

"Nobody." I answered clearly and looked up into his wonderful eyes that flashed at me.

"What's your name?" Was his next question.

"Y/n. I think." I guessed to myself.

My name had never been relevant, but I still had vague memories from my childhood and how I was often addressed by that name back then. In the other moment, his gaze softened. He put a strand behind my ear again, as he had earlier. My attention went to his full lips which he twisted into a small grin.

“You are beautiful, Y/n. You will be mine I promise it. Nobody's going to get you." He said with determination.

What did he say? Was that just a compliment? If so, then they sound really nice, but actually I didn't really know what they meant to me. Although I could speak his language fluently and had a good vocabulary to choose from, I wasn't up to date.

"What do you mean?" I was taught to ask when you didn't understand someone, so I did just that.

"Means that we will take you to the palace where you can be sold." He suddenly changed his face and removed his hand from my cheek where it had lingered for a moment.

He had just changed his mind from one second to the other. He wanted me to be his and complimented me, so what now? Now he just wanted to drag me along and let me get sold? Great, I probably wouldn't find a way out on all these soldiers.

"But, to whom should I be sold?" If it was to my advantage I would accept it, then I would no longer be alone and would finally be among people who were equal to me.

"To some rich snob." He simply replied.

I was surprised at his sudden change of heart, but it was the chance for me to finally escape this hole. It had made me sink deeper and deeper until that point. I was redeemed.

"You have to change. We'll stay here one more night before we leave." He stepped away from me and took a white dress down from a kind of drawer, to give it to me afterwards.

A little baffled, I stood there and took the soft fabric towards me. It was soft and embroidered with small flowers.

"Thanks, where should I change and where should I sleep?" I asked briefly.

"Change here. There's a bed back there, behind the curtain. You will sleep with me, I don’t want you to run away." He answered less summarily.

Only after a short moment I could understand what he wanted from me. He was still standing right in front of my feet and looking down at me.

"So I'm supposed to change here and now?" I asked with disbelief in my voice.

"Yes, you should." He persisted.

I suspected he wouldn't give in, so I told him to at least turn around. Then he innocently raised his hands to shoulder height and obeyed my request. When he let his hands fall again, I pushed my dirty dress off my body, which meant that I stood in front of him, completely bare for a moment. Fortunately, he was standing with his back turned to me. But even if not, I would probably have obeyed, because I didn't know whether I corresponded to the typical image of women and had never had unpleasant situations like this before. That's why I never had a reason to be ashamed of my body. But as I stood in front of him I realized how important it actually was to be able to see someone like that.

I quickly slipped into the fresh dress, which clung to my thin body and my delicate curves. It actually looked very pretty, but I could hardly judge it because I still had no taste for fashion.

"You can turn around." I wanted to point out, but my words got stuck in my throat when I noticed that he had already turned around.

I had focused on my dress the whole time and trusted it. Obviously this was a mistake.

-to be continued-

[ganymedesclock]

Carry That Ghost

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: animal death, blood

Summary: On an isolated planet far from Zarkon’s main fleet, a galra mercenary encounters a human prisoner. They have more in common, and more to do with Voltron, than either of them necessarily realizes.

           In the first few days, he seems to have taken her for some erstwhile colleague, and he prattles to her amiably about research. She cannot make any sense of it- whether it’s from delirium, or some nuance of his home planet that he’s yet clung to, it cannot be made certain. Regardless, he is cooperative, and docile.

           When his fever breaks at last, and he begins to withdraw, it brings an unexpected pang with it even though it means that the medicine is working. Aversive glances, hurled accusations- she is used to such things to a point that they can scarcely pierce her hide. Usually.

           You’ve grown soft, she imagines her brother’s voice, the words picked with the very same scrupulousness and detachment that he might select instruments for a procedure. You’ve lost your edge, and I’m not going to be there to stitch you back together if it gets you killed.

           Words from the heart, she might have chided back- an oft-repeated joke between them. Neither of them were gracious creatures- unsociable children that grew to become unsociable adults, two of a kind like the familiar weight of the weapons on her back. A comfort lost to time- like the empty sheath behind her right shoulder.

           With ease born of practice she leaves the ghost where they lie, and drives her attention back to those still living.

           She does not know this man’s name. Did not think to ask while he was feverish- by her relative silence, perhaps, playing along to his dream. Now, while his eyes were clear and peered at her warily, he does not speak to her.

           He is small, and pale- the thin hide that covers him, pink-white, and his mane, frizzy and unkempt where it grows on his scalp in a uniform shade of silver- but besides that, there is not much that reminds her of her brother. The man’s eyes are weak in the gloom of the abandoned base, and his other senses are of dubious strength. Many times he might startle and cast about in search of a sudden sound, others not realizing she was in the room until she placed something- food or medicine, or the thick slurry-like beverage that locals of the Banut system swear strengthens the blood- under his nose.

           She adjusts her traps, catches a half-dozen more of the glow-lizards that populate this planet- eats three, and crafts a terrarium for the rest out of discarded quintessence vessels. Together they brighten the room enough that she has to squint against the glare, but once the cumbersome thing has been wrestled in place, she hears something she has not for several quints: his voice.

           It’s soft, uncertain, and comes on her deaf side- she snaps her head in his direction, barks a “What?” before remembering the situation. When she does, she doesn’t expect him to clarify himself, for the way he shrunk back, but unprompted he unfurls again, peering at her with his dirt-colored eyes.

           “You aren’t exactly like the others, are you?”

           What a stupid question. He was going to break almost an entire spiculian movement of silence to ask that? “Depends on who you’re calling others.” She hunches over the tank, struggling to position the heater.

           “So there are more like you?” It’s probably what he said- he’s still hovering at her left- and the wire breaks between her talons, shorting sparks into her fur. A growl escapes her, baring her teeth at this whole ancestor-be-damned situation- and she slings the entire heater under her arm and makes to storm from the room.

           Surprisingly, he follows her out of the room, or so the tap of prisoner’s boots alerts her. Even more surprisingly, she scarcely has to check her pace for him to keep up- even as small as he is. At the storeroom, he waits at the door while she hunts for more cable in a set of drawers.

           His patience is impressive. She’s a soldier, not an engineer, and she’s had a lot better things to do than sort grades of wire in this wreck of a base, (primarily, play nanny to someone who managed to get an infected bite from an alari, of all things). It doesn’t stop her from taking the time to curse out the empire for being such a blooded mess that it can’t even have its hov-jettisoned cables in order.

           By the time she has the length and grade she needs, the man is peering incredulously at her in a way she doesn’t particularly like. “Time to go,” she informs him, and heads back to the room, not particularly sure if he’s going to sprint out into the wilds and get mauled by another alari, or if the baseless tone of authority she speaks with will motivate him to comply.

           Seemingly, it’s the latter, though he moves slower on the way back- she finds herself taking smaller and smaller steps to accommodate. By the time they get back to the room, moisture has beaded on his forehead, and he leans against the wall for support to catch his breath.

           He’d been doing surprisingly well, for someone fighting an infection. Still was, considering she’d seen initiates half his age and twice his size bedridden and in danger of losing a limb from it- but she supposed that saved her having to go hunting him across the countryside if he decided on another bid at long-distance hiking like the one that had let her find him in the first place.

           At her extended hand, he flinches, stumbling back along the wall. She has to bury another growl- that’ll only make things worse- and makes an effort to kneel, become smaller. “Listen. You’re dead on your feet. You need to get back to bed, and if you don’t want me to help you, get there yourself.”

           She’s aware, in that moment, that the intensity in his eyes is not exclusively fear. There is something- scrutiny, as best as she can read in his outlandish-looking eyes. Ignoring them, and just looking at the rest of the face, the set of the jaw, she sees something almost familiar. Determination, however humbly it has been buried.

           The moment is brief in passing, because shortly after, he buckles. Carrying him is easy- though he’s heavier than what she would’ve expected for his size, and as an afterthought she casts a spare blanket from the officers’ quarters over the glow-lizard tank before going about replacing the heater’s wire and getting it put back in place.

           The next night, she is busy. Most of the life on this planet is diurnal, so hunting is easy, but it seemed a mountain-faring greatcat had heard prey in one of her traps during the day and had torn the thing to shreds and made off with its contents.

           A fine thing, and a very satisfied predator, no doubt- but it left her with no game bird, and her painstaking handiwork in several large pieces. By the time she can rig another crate, drag it out there, and bury it again, she’s wasted several varga, as best as she can tell by the position of the planet’s rings.

           Elku considers itself an enlightened planet, rather than a civilized one- they do not believe in clocks, among many other things. But after years here, she’d come away with at least some grasp of the convoluted ring-counting system the Elkurin used.

           She hates everything about this planet. She hates eating glow-lizards, and most importantly, she hates that this is her single greatest option for survival, now.

           Her mood is not improved at all to discover two more traps sprung, but empty. The remainder have helpfully yielded yet more lizards.

           It’s meat, this time she can imagine Kolivan’s voice, flat with incredulity. What more do you want out of it?

           “Something that doesn’t taste like used sand,” she huffs before she catches herself. Don’t talk to the ghosts. Leave them to lie. She can’t afford to carry them with her.

           The man is waiting for her when she gets back. At least, she can assume that’s what he was doing. He’s found his way to the room she kept the fire pit in and built up the flames, and is sitting beside it, his fingers steepled on the level of his mouth. There’s something peculiar about the gesture, and despite everything it comes out of her in a series of chuffs.

           He blinks myopically at her. “There you are. I was wondering.”

           “Were you?” It’s an oddly familiar remark, she reflects, unslinging her pack and the three dead lizards, laying them out for skinning.

           His eyes rest on the lizards, and his expression twists oddly. “Are those..?”

           She doesn’t need him turning picky when he’s half-starved and fighting infection, so she doesn’t feel too badly when he shifts uncomfortably at the sight of her lip curling back over her teeth. “If you want to eat tonight, it’s what we have.” She pins her sleeves back to the shoulder and draws her sword, aspiring not to talk to him until she’s done dressing the lizards.

           “…Well,” he ventures in the silence, “that’s survival, for you, I suppose.”

           She’s up to the elbows in blue ichor by the time she’s finished and set the fillets of lizard on skewers over the fire. This room had been what passed for a mess hall kitchen on an imperial base, and the sand sifter, unlike almost everything else, was still operational- she takes handfuls of fresh grit and scrubs the blood from her arms.

           “Are you going to season these?”

           “Do I look like I carry a bottle of ord salts with me? No, whoever was the scourge-blooded commander of this dump cleaned out everything when they bailed. And I mean everything.” Her family had lived and died with the Blade for six generations, but this kind of thing just reminds her why she’s a rebel.

           …Had been. Had been a rebel.

           She plunks herself back in front of the fire and turns the skewers.

           “I believe the warden’s name was Telok. Very unpleasant. Had a metal arm, not unlike yours, but quite a bit larger. And gray- the arm, that is. He was more of a blue.”

           It’s not terribly useful information, but, heartening, perhaps, that he remembers that as readily as he does. She flexes the fingers of her left hand, a simple exercise that touches thumb to fingertip- used for calibrating prosthetics.

           “We didn’t speak very often. I expect he thought I was beneath him. Got that impression a lot, once the shock wore off. Though, as it happened, as a result, I heard a lot more than I think they intended. You aren’t affiliated with Voltron, are you?”

           She’d been in the process of turning the skewers again- her hand freezes as the name is mentioned, and almost drops one into the fire. Hastily, she catches it before it can do more than singe.

           “I’m a mercenary,” it comes out dry and untroubled, as if that small fumble was nothing at all- a little glitch in her arm’s systems.

           “…Oh.” The man’s features are drawn. “I thought- well, it’s quite evident what I thought. And that I was wrong. Regardless, partially correct- you’re certainly not in the employ of this ‘galra empire’ that I’ve been experiencing the hospitality of.”

           Having just drawn her sword to sharpen another skewer, she takes a moment to study him, and shifts the weapon in her grip- just enough to let the light of the fire play off the hilt, and its zigzagging indigo glyph.

           His eyes land on that symbol before they travel up to her face, looking for something- an explanation, perhaps or simply a hint. She has no intention of giving either, and goes back to her work without so much as meeting his gaze.

           Having pulled the first set of skewers off the fire and setting the second ones on to cook, she brandishes one in his direction, handle-first, before breaking her own silence.

           “Where’d you hear a name like Voltron?”

           Looking up from where he’d been cautiously exploring the texture of the meat with the fingers of one hand, he blinks at her. “There’s only so many places I could have heard it, considering my circumstances.” It’s offered very mildly- on anyone else, she’d qualify that tone as sass, and yet his expression is perfectly inoffensive.

           “I mean-” a halfhearted wave of the skewer she’d been gnawing on. “As far as I can tell, Voltron’s been active in the central galaxies. Far enough from here that I doubt a bunch of guards would be chattering about it where you could hear it. Unless it was,” she levels a particularly focused look at him- one he doesn’t flinch at, to her surprise, “… pretty relevant to you.”

           “Funny you should say that,” Samuel Holt says brightly.

[darkenrose-s]

Unexpected- Chapter 1

Summary- While living in England you had a brief affair with a criminal. Not just any criminal but one wanted by governments and secret agency’s. In those brief moments you were together you helped heal each other. Now amost a year later you meet him again in the most unlikly place. Living in your Godfather tower.

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Disclaimer- I do not own the Avengers. Y/n - Your Name. Thoughts

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For the past three days Tony Stark had consumed far too much caffeine to be healthy. He bounced around the renamed Avenger tower. Tweaking, and fiddling, and mending this and that. While he mumbled under his breath with excitement.

The others watched him carefully, aware that the genius hadn't slept in days. On the eighth day Tony was bubbling with excitement.

"Just wait till you meet her," he said slurping the last of his third coffee of the hour. He glanced down at the cup sudden  then back at the people in the room, focusing on his favourite science brother. "Brucie?!" He promptly shut his eyes and fell asleep standing. Steve Rogers jerked forward to catch him before he fell to the floor.

"You're sure we should have done this?" Bruce Banner looked guilt at his friend.

"It's for his own good, Bruce." Steve picked up Tony over his shoulder while comforting the other man.

"Beside I enjoyed the chance to drug him." Natasha Romanoff gleamed from her position by the kitchen island. Drugging  Tony was almost as much fun as drugging Clint.

"Who do you think he was talking about?" Clint asked, leaning beside the counter  while taking a slow mouthful of his own coffee. He then paused as if hearing Natasha's thoughts. He gave her a sideways glance while holding the hot liquid in his mouth. The smile she gave him was more suited to be on a Cheshire cat then a human. He kept eye contacts and gulped loudly. Clint blinked twice before sending her a glare. Having realised at once that nothing was happening. "I hate you sometime." He muttered.

Natasha chuckled moving past him with all the grace of a feline and purred out. "I know." Before disappearing with Steve and the unconscious Tony to help put him to bed. Clint muttered darkly to himself. Bruce simply shrugged, and the shadow in the background felt his lips twitch in amusement.

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It was late in the evening when Tony reappeared in the group living room. Sleep clouded eyes and hair sticking out at every angle. He half hearted shot a glare at everyone as he shuffled toward one of the large sofa's.

"I hate you all." he growled. Before he fell face first onto the pillows, his forehead resting on Bruce's thigh. "thank you."

Bruce gave a small smile, thankful the other man didn't hate him before returning to his latest book.

Clint grunted and nudged Natasha with his elbow. The two were playing and showing Steve Mario Cart from the pillow fort on the floor.

The dark shadow by the wall tilted his head. Listening to something before disappearing towards the dark kitchen around the corner.

Tony groaned and raised his head muttering about the time before calling out. "FRIDAY, is she here yet?" Before the computer could respond there was a muffled bump and a quiet squeak from outside the room.

"Yes sir, Miss. L/N has arrived and is in the kitchen with Mr. Barnes." The cool woman's voice replied. It had taken point three seconds for the team to put together the fact the strange noises came from the kitchen. Before Tony and Steve scrambled towards it.

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A few hours before:

You dragged your suitcase behind you as you exited the airport and hoped it would be easy to get a cab.

Not for the first time. You had thought it would have been easier to let your godfather handle the trouble of travel, but no. You had told yourself firmly. That you where an adult.  Perfectly capable of sorting out and paying for your own travel expences. Even if the plane is delayed for more then two hours and the guy that sat in front of you clearly didn't believe in deodorant.

Once you told the address to the cab driver, he bragged non stop from JFK to your destination about the Avengers living in New York. You smiled politely. Nodded in the right areas, but you were so tired. Jet lag already setting in, as you had spent the whole journey being too nervous to sleep.

It had been years since you had seen your godfather and you had both grown up. You physical and mentally. Him mentally. He was now saving the world, whereas before he was more focused on saving himself for the next party.

You paid the cab and dragged your suitcase into the towering Avenger's building. After being let in by security, you entered the elevator. You remembered your godfather telling you he had a new intelligence system.  He had updated it after J.A.V.I.S became Vision.

"Em, Ms. FRIDAY? " you felt a little stupid talking to thin air and hoped you called the right name.

"Yes Miss?" The woman's voice filled the elevator

"Is em, is Tony ..I mean...Mr Stark..here?"

"Yes Miss. Sir is in the living room. " the elevator stopped. "Along the corridor, past the kitchen, Miss. You can leave your suitcase by the door."

"Thank you." You said to the ceiling, slipping out of the door and leaving your case by the wall. You could hear a low murmur of talking and you guessed the TV. The lights were dim. You could still see as you walked silently into the kitchen. You looked around slowly while you made your way to the other door. You were suddenly slammed into the kitchen cupboard by a huge solid force

The force immobilised you. Cold presser wrapped around your throat. A warm hand held one wrist against the cabinet.  A firm knee wedged itself between your legs and hips pressed against your own. You were nose to nose with your attacker when you recognised him.

"Bucky?" You croak. The presser against your throat tighten momentarily. Before he released your neck and leaned his top half away from you to take a better look. He didn't let go of your wrist but stopped pinning it.

"(Your nick name)"  he looked confused "what are you doing here?"

"Me? What are you doing here?" You both spoke low as if aware that the others might over hear you.

It had been over a year since you saw the man before you. He didn't look as angry or as frighten as you remembered him looking. He still had this bad boy vibe and that edgy look in his eyes. Like he could take you apart in every way.

"Y/N?" You heard your godfather call from the doorway to where you guess was the living room. The lights raise and brighten. You became aware that you and Bucky had been staring at each other.

He still had you pinned to the cupboard from the waist down

"Hey Frozon," Tony made a shoo motion with his hand, eyes flicking between you both with a hard edge. You recognise the person behind him as Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

The blonds eyes were locked on Bucky.

Tony frown when Bucky didn't move away and turned to you or what he could see of you around Bucky's bulky frame. "I don't remember you being this tall Y/N" he grumbled. Bucky quickly removed his knee and himself from you. You shrunk a few inches back onto the soles of your feet. You had moved onto your toes when you had pushed against the cupboard. The heat from his body still lingering on your skin. Just as it used to do.

You looked up at Tony and smile as he held out his arms to you. As he hugged you, you got the feeling he was sending a glare at the dark haired man behind you.  Tony gripped your shoulders when you parted.

"Introductions!" He called " you've met frozen soldier mark 2, this is mark 1 or Steve." Both men frown at your godfather, before Steve smiled shyly at you with a nod.

"Ma'am" you smile back at him.

"Y/N please."

The three of you make your way back to the living room. Here you were introduced to the other three as Clint unpaused the game he and Natasha were playing.

"These are the guys. How was the flight? I told you. I'd have gotten my plane to pick you up. All those sweat bodies and crying babies.Uh."

Tony spoke fast not letting you answer before he shivered at the people. It made you smile. He was always the talker something you admired about him. You where the opposit. Offen more comfortable in your own head. You were quiet and reserved. Sometimes you said the wrong things, and it haunts you late at night when your trying to sleep. You knew Tony was a people person. He always surrounded himself with people, but with few that he trusted completely. You had a few close friends and preferred keeping away from the large crowds. Your parents had said you where too cautious for a girl your age. They normally finished the conversation by telling you to be safe, and about  horror stories about girls that weren't.

Tony was still talking about horrible flights when you managed to interrupt him.

"Thank you Tony, but I was perfectly fine. I am an adult now you know. I can look after my self." You say softly, stopping Tony short.

He paused, looks you up and down then states, "No your not. I remember being a teenager and you only think you're an adult. You're only, what like 16?" You knew you looked young but that was ridiculous.

"I'm in my mid twenties now Tony. "

"What" he look generally shocked.

"Yes. I work, pay bills. Do adult type things."

"Not all adult type things I hope."

You look at him confused. He huffed loudly.

"this is not a conversation to have with Captain innocent over there." He gestures to Steve who looks about as confused as you do. Steve confusion melted away the same time yours did.

"I'm not totally naive Tony." He huffed cheeks reddening.

"Yes you are," Tony then turned to you "and so are you." He turned away muttering. "and I'm not having anyone putting their hands all over my goddaughter."

He called for FRIDAY. Wanting to recheck the security measures. You tried desperately not to glance at the one man in the room that had put his hands all over you.

Bruce stretched and got up. "It's getting late guys. It was nice meeting you Y/N."

"You too, Doctor Banner."

"Just Bruce please." He chuckled, Tony had introduced him as something different but you had already known who he was. He said good night to the others and a wave of sleepiness came over you as you stifled a yawn. 

"Come on, I'll show you to your room." Bucky had appeared behind you and spoke quietly. Tugging gently at the back of your shirt. You had already started to turn as Tony spoke up.

"How do you know where her room is?!"

"You spent three hours yesterday trying to decide on curtain or blinds." Bucky responded without turning around as he headed towards the kitchen. Tony looked unsure. It was at that moment you knew he wasn't comfortable with Bucky knowing this or where your room was or how friendly he was to you.

"Don't worry Tony, I can handle him." You tell him quietly.

"Honey, grown men can't handle him" he signed deeply. He believed you don't truly know anything about this man.

"There's the problem, you're men." You shrug before sayings good night and following Bucky.

Natasha looked away from her on screen character celebrating its win over Clint "I like her."

"Don't you have someone to bite, Widow?" Tony shot back. Natasha levelled him with a glare as Clint chuckled and Steve told them goodnight.