#another reason why Clint and I would get along

[clintbennet]

What is/was your favourite pet or one you always wanted?

Aw man it's a tie between my two dogs; Rusty, my childhood dog that we rescued, he was abused before we got him, so he had a lot of issues but he was completely attached to me, he was supposed to be my brother's dog, but I spent way more time with him so he became my fat little familiar. Then there's Fae, my current dog, she's so great, she's such a habit centered animal, she has her little schedule and a great personality, every day when I get home from work we both take an hour long nap with each other, she reminds us when it's time to go on a walk and knows certain words she just explodes at, she also flops on her back when you point a finger gun at her and go "BANG!" So yeah, top shelf doggo right there.

When I was a kid I really wanted a horse, I wasn't like a horse girl or anything like that, but the thought of being able to ride a horse around and taking care of one (Minus scooping the poop) was always a fun thought. I also wanted a monkey when I was a kid to an early teen, my dad would tell me I could have as many monkeys as I want when I have my own house, then I learned about the face tearing off thing and realized that probably wouldn't jive with me very well.

My husband and I are thinking of getting some land for him to grow his tropical fruit stuff on, we were talking about getting some farm animals, he wants to get some chickens, I want some ducks, and we're both thinking maybe a couple goats, maybe one day not too far in the future, but I think we probably want to finish traveling first~

BECAUSE EVIDENTLY THIS WAS FOR CLINT~~And I'm a ~dingdong~

"I never had no pets growin' up. Closest thing to it was a brown anole I named Ted who didn't run away fer a few minutes when I was sittin' on a dock as a kid. Ted was a pretty cool guy with some stripes runnin' down him n' liked to bob his head. A few minutes seems like a lifetime when yer a kid starin' down at a lizard, until I moved a lil' too sudden and he skittered under th'dock. The thought of takin' him home and hidin' him in my room crossed my mind fer a hot second, maybe he sensed that. Used t'want t'get a dog after I left th'foster system, but didn't think I woulda been able t'take good care of it, 'n now I got Luna who was worth th'wait."

[sam24]

Minivans And Pawnshops

Summary: You were out on a mission for a week, and when Tony, your self-appointed overprotective bodyguard, notices your Greek god of a boyfriend acting weird, he makes it his personal duty to figure out why. By asking Steve what was going on? Hell no. By slipping a Stark Tracker on him and shoving 11 people into an 8-seater Honda Odyssey to follow him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

“Take a left.” Friday’s monotone voice rang out.

“Take a left here, Happy,” Tony instructed, looking up from the Stark Map on his phone.

Happy rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of I know, the robot already told me.

“This isn’t necessary, Tony,” You repeated for about the hundredth time. “Steve is not cheating on me.”

“My evidence says otherwise,” Tony urged Happy to drive faster, earning a grumble from the latter. “He’s acting very suspicious, always going out and coming back late every time.”

“Actually, I can vouch for Tony on that one,” Clint adds from his squished place in the last row of the mini-van, practically sitting in an annoyed Natasha’s lap. “He’s been acting pretty weird.”

“Doesn’t automatically mean that he’s cheating,” You defended. “He probably has other reasons.”

“Fine. Cheating or fight club. Which would you prefer?” Tony cocked his head at you, and you shoved it back.

“If he is bedding another woman, I will make sure he cannot bed any woman ever again!” Thor declared loudly into your ear, Wanda also wincing on the other side of him.

“You mean cut his dick off?” Sam piped in from the back, who was purposefully shoving into Bucky with every turn the car made.

“Um, indeed. I think so,” Thor shrugged. “I am not sure what I meant either.”

“Uh Mister Stark?” Peter turns around from the passenger seat that he was sharing with a very uncomfortable Bruce. “Did you really have to bring all of us? I have a lot of math homework to finish.”

Tony waved him off. “I have like 30 assistants back at the tower, kid. Someone will do it for you. Plus, all of us have to catch Rogers in the act and publicly shame him.”

You turned back to Tony, remembering what you both were initially arguing about after the ringing in your ear settled down. “You didn’t have to sneak a damn tracking device on him! You could have just asked what he was doing like a normal person.”

“Fuck being normal. At least be grateful that I waited for you until you came back from your mission to catch him red handed.” Tony smirked. “Or should I say cum handed.”

Everyone gagged.

“Actually, I don’t think that’s how it works,” Vision frowned, basically underneath Wanda. “The semen technically would not be in the Captain’s hand, unless-”

“Vis, honey.” Wanda just shook her head.

“Plus, I already asked Cyborg over here.” Tony pointed to the back at Bucky, who was still glaring at Sam. “He went uhh, I don’t know and ran away,” Tony said in his best dumb jock voice.

“Nothing is going on, Tony.” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Just turn the car around.”

“I agree with Barnes.” Natasha kicked Tony’s seat from the third row. “Turn around, Happy.”

Bucky looked past Sam and Clint, who were hitting each other’s knees with their own. “Steve told you too?” He asked in Russian with a raised eyebrow.

Natasha shook her head with a smirk. “No. I’m just smart like that.”

“Too late, buddy,” Tony ignored their secret conversation, flashing a fake smile over his shoulder. “Like the great John B once said, ‘We didn’t come this far to get this far’.”

Peter whipped around once again, his eyes lighting up at the quote. “Mister Stark, I’m really glad that you’re watching my TV show recommendations, but I’m pretty sure someone else said it before he did-”

“Happy, take another left here.” Tony called out, mimicking the AI who just said it seconds before.

You rolled your eyes, the red dot in the center of Brooklyn on the phone screen catching your attention. You had no reason to doubt Steve’s loyalty toward your relationship. He loved you and you loved him and you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you. But, you were curious as to why Steve was apparently acting weird while you were gone, and what the hell he was doing in Brooklyn.

“Trust me, Tone. He’s not cheating. I’ll just ask him when he comes back, it’s probably just some stuff he has to take care of.”

“C’mon guys,” Bucky pressed. “Let’s turn around. I need to pee or something.”

“Hm, sounds like you're in denial.” Tony said to you, ignoring Bucky once again. “Don’t worry, the next step will be coming soon. Anger,” Tony announced with a grin like it was some kind of flashy news headline.

“Tony, why the hell does it sound like you want my boyfriend to be cheating on me.”

“Aw come on, it’s not like that,” Tony gestured at Happy to take a right. “I’m just looking out for you.”

You rolled your eyes once again, rubbing your wrist, remembering the death grip Tony had on you earlier as he dragged you into the light blue Honda Odyssey packed tight of Avengers in the back of his garage. He was saving it for his future family, he had claimed when you asked why Tony Stark of all people owned a minivan.

“Stop!” Tony yelled, and Happy quickly stepped on the brake, sending everyone flying forward. You heard Bruce and Peter groaning in the front. “This is it. The big reveal,” he announced.

You immediately scooted ever closer to Tony as he pressed his forehead to the window.

“He’s having an affair with . . .” Tony paused with a frown, his sunglasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “The owner of Vintage Pawn Shop?”

Pawn shop? Didn't Steve say something about a pawn shop a while back?

Identical confused eyebrow furrows made their way onto everyone’s faces, except Bucky’s and Natasha’s, as you spotted your unmistakable 6 foot 2 super soldier through the glass littered with fingerprints.

He was describing something to the old lady working in the store, looking hopeful and tired, like he had been searching for it for days. She nodded and raised her finger in a one minute, honey type of way and started rummaging through some things behind the counter. She pulled out a small box from somewhere, opening it and gently placing it in front of Steve.

You squinted your eyes, accidentally shoving Tony’s head into the window of the car as you craned your neck closer, trying to read the woman’s lips.

She said something along the lines of This might be what you’re looking for, sweetie, and Steve’s eyes lit up, a clear wave of nostalgia crashing over him. With gentle calloused fingers, he lifted a ring out of the box, admiring it with a soft smile.

“Friday,” Tony called out, face still squished between you and the car window. “Connect to the store’s CCTV.”

Before you could ask since when the hell Friday could do that, the Stark Map with a You have arrived at your destination adorned on its screen quickly was replaced with the live footage from the store’s cameras.

“Did this belong to someone that you knew, honey?” The old woman’s kind voice grainily made its way through the speaker of Tony’s phone as she noticed Steve’s eyes glistening with tears.

Everyone tried to move closer to the phone for Steve’s reply in the overcrowded car. “Ow!” You heard Clint yell, probably at Sam. “That was my foot, dumbass!” He was immediately shushed.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, still smiling at the ring. “My ma’s.”

Multiple gasps were heard throughout the car, Happy’s being the loudest.

A weeks old, sleepy memory that was buried deep into your brain immediately flooded back.

You and Steve were wrapped around each other, your ear pressed to his heart, slowly lulling you to sleep with a familiar beat.

“Y’know, you remind me of my ma.” Steve randomly declared against your hair, and you peered up at him to meet the soft currents in his eyes. “Beautiful. Kind. Doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips as you smiled, cupping your face to pull back and look at you. He stared lovingly at you for a while, settling into a comfortable silence.

“Everything okay?” You turned your head to kiss his palm. The last time he had looked at you for this long without talking, it was right before he burst into tears after you had almost died on a mission.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.” He pulled you back into his chest, placing another kiss on your forehead. “She would’ve loved you.”

After a little bit of silence, he spoke again. “Her ring was beautiful.”

“Oh?” You hummed.

“Yeah.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, a slight Brooklyn accent slipping through as he talked slowly, his words laced with sleep. “Don’t know where it is, but I wanna find it for you. I’ll look through every pawn shop in the state. And when I find it I’ll propose when the time’s right under the stars and you’ll say yes because you’re just like my ma, and Ma loved me more than anything in the world.”

If Steve had brought up the topic of marrying you during the day when you were wide-awake, you probably would have had a stroke of happiness.

But right now, it was night.

It was night and you were half-asleep, wrapped up in Steve’s warm arms, feeling more at peace there than you ever had anywhere else.

Nothing but peace.

So you just drowsily grinned into his bare chest, your hand snaking up to rest on his cheek. “She loved you more than anything in the world, huh?” You repeated. “Well then I guess your Ma and I are pretty similar.”

You looked up from the screen and back at the window, staring at the ring in Steve’s hand with wide eyes. The sunlight bounced off of it and the jewel sparkled in the light with an elegant touch. Steve was right- it was absolutely gorgeous.

A smile crept onto your face, matching the one on Steve’s.

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Tony’s voice interrupted your daze. “He’s gonna propose to the side chick!”

[petrichor-idyllic]

MINHO HEADCANONS

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

Request is for @daenyraa

Since your request was pretty vague, I've decided to do a list of Headcanons about what it would be like to be in a relationship with Minho whilst in the Glade. I hope that this is what you wanted, but if not, I'm more than willing to do another request with more of a story based structure :)

SUMMARY: Minho × fem!girlfriend!reader. Just Headcanons.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, kinda smut/spice content further down, so skip if that makes you uncomfortable.

Dating Minho isn't for the faint of heart. Truly- it's a stressful endeavour.

He's always out in the Maze, risking his life to try and protect you and everyone else that lives in the Glade. But, boy, does that make it stressful.

You always wait for him at the Doors, waiting patiently (impatiently) for your loving boyfriend to return.

And if he's even the slightest bit late? All hell breaks loose.

"You're late! Again!"

"By what? Thirty seconds?"

Obviously, you only act like this because you care about him so much. He sees it, and he understands why. Sometimes, he'll linger around the final corner of the Maze just a little bit just to see your reaction.

Minho likes to see that someone cares. Most of the Gladers are completely used to it, but no matter how long you'd been there, the thought of him not coming back stresses you out. You know he's the best, but the thought still eats you alive.

Minho never pushes it too far; he just wants to see that you care not give you a panic attack.

He'll always give you a kiss as he enters the Glade, but after lagging behind a little bit, you're always more forceful and needy- another reason he slows down.

The problem with Minho being the best is that he also knows he's the best. The boy definitely has a cocky streak. Sure, to outsiders, he seems cold and collected. His brow is almost always furrowed, and it's a rarity if you convince him to join in with Bonfire night. But when you know him, you know what he's like. Sarcastic and quick-witted. He's willing to argue with anyone (especially Gally) just for the sake of winning.

The main thing he argues about is, well, you.

More like defends.

Being the one girl in a place as chaotic and testosterone driven as the Glade means that Minho, along with a couple of other friendly faces, are constantly keeping an eye on you. If Minho is out in the Maze, Newt or Alby are always close by, per your boyfriend's request.

But that doesn't stop some people.

Minho has gotten in numerous scraps and shouting matches to defend you. He knows you can defend yourself, but you're hit girlfriend- of course he's going to protect you.

He's overprotective. Something you probably shouldn't find attractive, but you do.

One of these outbursts was the first time he told you he loved you. Clint and Jeff had left you to patch up his bloody nose, not wanting to deal with anymore of Minho's bullshit, and he just kind of said it. Out of nowhere.

"Seriously, dude? You got hit shuckin' hard."

"I love you."

"...What?"

"I love you- I- I think I'm in love with you."

Minho's surprisingly into PDA. Not all of the time, and not too much, and it's definitely more of a cautious possessive thing than just being cute, but you don't mind. He normally stands behind you, hands on your waist. His grip is firm but not forceful and he loves it when you lean back into him, staring up at him with doe eyes. He melts like butter when you look at him like that.

Though, it's not like you're all over each other. You respect the other Gladers boundaries and don't want to make them uncomfortable, so your more heated interactions remain behind closed doors.

That being said, he is known to steal kisses or nip at your neck mid-conversation with someone else. You know, just to make sure they don't get the wrong idea.

You would always make an effort to spend time together. With Minho barely being in the Glade, dinners and evening times are by far the most precious. Once Minho is finished with his maps, he'll eat with you, then you'll both join in on the nights festivities. And by that I mean, you join in and he watches. Then you'll go to bed together.

You had moved into Minho's hut the second you started dating. It's world's better than sleeping in that gross old hammock.

He'd often joke you're with him for his bed.

Sleeping in Minho's arms was probably the highlight of your day. He was always gone when you woke up and the empty hut always put a dampener on your morning, but it wasn't so bad because you knew you'd fall asleep with him again that night.

His strong arms always swallowed you. You wouldn't be shocked if they crush you one day. Not that you'd complain- it would be a decent way to die.

Minho sleeps easily, often meaning you're awake later than he is. You spend the time tracing his skin with your finger, brushing over his lips and admiring his features. He sure is pretty.

Little do you know, that he does the exact same thing to you during his early rises.

Minho is shockingly easy flustered. You'd think for a guy of his skill and reputation that he'd be more receptive to someone matching his energy. But, no. He flirts with you day in, day out- that's nothing new. But you mainly roll your eyes or swat him away, but when you reciprocate, he ends up being the blushing mess.

"That shirt looks great on you- you almost look good enough to eat."

"Is that a suggestion? Be my guest."

"..."

Alright, smut time. I know why y'all are here. It's more spice than smut but still. Though, leave now if this makes you uncomfortable.

You and Minho actually didn't have sex for a long time. It wasn't that you didn't want to or think about it, and things definitely weren't made easier when you spent every night sleeping next to the shirtless God of a man. But Minho seemed reluctant.

It wasn't that you'd not done anything. You'd spent plenty of hours making out and grasping at one another, desperately trying to close the distance between you. But the second it went further- it would stop. You'd buck your hips against him, slide your hand down his abs, try to palm his crotch- anything. And he'd pull away. Obviously, that was your cue to stop as well, and you did.

It always turned sweet after that. Delicate kisses and laying in bed with your face buried in his chest, listening to his heartbeat. But you wanted more.

You heard the boys talking about it a lot. They always think they're so subtle, but they're really not. They'd always ask Minho questions like, "What's she like in bed?" "How hot is she, really?" "Is she good at (insert any inappropriate action here)?"

Minho never answered. If he did, he'd tell them to shuck off and mind their own business. But, in reality, there wasn't much to tell.

It caused all kinds of insecurities to come to the surface. Did he not find you attractive? Were you just a trophy? That he'd got the girl and no one else could?

He noticed your distance attitude fairly fast but got little to no answer out of you. So one night you were just laying in bed, back away from each other and you just decided to ask.

"Why won't you have sex with me?"

You'd never seen Minho so speechless before and you don't think you have since.

"Are you not attracted to me?"

"What? No? I mean, yes. I am attracted to you."

"Then why don't you act like it?"

Minho had to explain that he does, indeed, find you attractive. And that your little make-out sessions and flustered interactions get him riled up. Too much. He's scared that you'll think he only wants your for your body; that sex is all he wants you for but that isn't it.

He knows you spend half your time in the Glade listening to how horny teenage boys think women should be treated and what they think women like. But Minho didn't want to be like that.

He obviously didn't make a good move by brushing off your desires, but he was too worried about crossing boundaries to think about that.

It was an awkward conversation, but a necessary one. And things picked up a bit after that.

"So, do you want to fuck now, or what? Because I'm telling you I want to."

"Yes. Please."

Obviously, you were both bumbling virgins with little to no knowledge about the others anatomy. But somehow, that just made it more fun. The learning part was huge at the start. Figuring out what the other wanted whilst learning what you wanted too.

It was all new and daring and exciting.

It was also a lot of watching one another touch themselves. Something that completely flustered you and entertained Minho.

He learnt fast, just like he does everything. He learnt the perfect way to curl his fingers, the pace, the way to move his tongue- all exactly how you liked it to turn you into a trembling, stuttering mess in his arms.

You had a lot of insecurities. You didn't like your chest or your hips, and being under Minho's lustful gaze just made you more insecure. He didn't care. He thinks you're gorgeous. And he'd tell you that every single time you were even slightly vulnerable in front of him. Or even when you weren't. The man loves you, okay? Let him have this.

Minho's huge on consent. Massive on it. You show any tiny little sign of being even remotely uncomfortable, and he'd stop dead in his tracks. There's no way he'd risk making you upset just because he was turned on.

You found it sweet, but then slightly frustrating as you wanted more. He'd be so gentle and loving all of the time (and, yes, you love that too), but you'd wanted him to dare to be darker, rougher, even. You weren't gonna break in two if he used a little force.

You told him about this, and he seemed awkward, so you dropped it. Only to be slammed into the wall of your shared hut a couple of days later after a particularly bad day in the Maze. That was one of the first times of many that Minho would take his pent-up frustrations out on you.

With your permission, of course.

Minho's a switch through and through. It depends on how his day's been, but sometimes he's dominating and forward, knowing exactly what he wants and how to get it. And other days, he just wants to be taken care of.

He's not exactly loud in the bedroom, but he is vocal. He mainly grunts and provides heated words and praises. There are lines he won't cross though- sorry guys, he's not going to insult you, no matter how into it you are.

Though, he is into marking. He learnt pretty fast that he doesn't have to always be around with his hands on your waist if there's soft bruises staining your neck and collarbone.

Minho's also big on aftercare, probably because of his previous fears.

Overall, Minho would be a great boyfriend, and I stand by that. I mean, have you seen this man? He's willing to do anything for people he cares for.

Yo, so here is my first request. The fact I'm even getting requests is kinda mad, but thank you :))

I'm really not sure where I was going with this since it was just a relationship prompt. I don't think it's as long as my other post but I tried my best lol. Lemme know what y'all think :))

[fortuositywritings]

Never Gonna Happen Masterlist

Wanda x F!Reader, Fluff, Jealous!Wanda

Summary: How is Wanda supposed to turn you down when you stop showing up?

Something is off, Wanda notices far too quickly. She tells herself it’s because Clint taught her to be perceptive and it has nothing to do with you personally. 

Clint taught her about looking for patterns and knowing when something isn’t right. There is nothing wrong about Wanda not seeing you first thing in the morning in the kitchen handing her a mug of freshly brewed coffee prepared the way she likes it, but it’s definitely a break in your pattern. 

Maybe you’ve overslept, Wanda reasons. She moves to the coffee maker, turning it on and then places a bagel in the toaster. Leaning back against the counter as she waits, an odd feeling stirs in her stomach. It’s quiet in the kitchen. She’s grown used to you chatting her ear off in the mornings. One would think you’ve had 3 cups of coffee by the time you hand Wanda her mug but she knows you don’t like coffee all that much. You typically join Wanda for breakfast with a bowl of cereal for yourself. What they put in the milk for you to be chirpy so early, she doesn’t know.

The sound of the bagel popping from the toaster startles her out of her thoughts. As she prepares her coffee, she hears footsteps approaching the kitchen. “Oversleep?” she asks, not bothering to look away from her task.

“No, I think I slept too much yesterday actually,” Steve’s voice rings throughout the kitchen. Not the voice Wanda was expecting. 

“Sorry, I thought you were Y/N.” 

“No, I think I saw her walking with Bruce to his lab a few minutes ago,” he claims, walking over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. 

“Oh,” Wanda responds, the surprise in her tone not slipping by Steve’s ears. 

“Why? Did you need her?” He raises his eyebrows in question. “I’m heading in that direction. I can-

“No. No, I don’t. Thank you though,” Wanda cuts him off before he can offer to call you over. 

“Okay.” Thankfully he shrugs off their interaction. The last thing Wanda needs is for Steve to tell you she was looking for you. It wouldn’t do her any good in proving Natasha wrong. Wanda is not leading you on.

***

“Don’t touch that.”

You huff annoyed but back away from the item on the work table. Another shiny object calls your attention. You lean in to get a closer look. 

“Or that.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you complain.

“If contracting an infection that slowly eats away at your skin sounds like fun to you, then by all means, have at it,” Bruce sarcastically replies while simultaneously typing away at his computer, doing who knows what. Something science-y. 

“Gross,” you respond and move on to something else to amuse yourself with. 

“Not that I mind you hanging around here, but why are you here exactly?” Bruce asks from behind his screen. 

“Maybe I’ve decided this science stuff might be my thing,” you shrug, running your finger over one of the tables holding various vials and beakers. 

“‘Science stuff’?” Bruce repeats amused. 

“Yeah, you know, mitosis and so on,” you insist. “I don’t know. It could be my thing.”

You grab a pair of safety goggles off one of the tables and put them on. “How do I look?” 

You turn to Bruce who is having trouble holding in a laugh. “What? Do I look that bad in goggles? Maybe this isn’t my thing.”

He steps away from his computer to fix your goggles. “Maybe not. You had them upside down.”

“No wonder. I felt it digging at my nose,” you admit, rubbing the area where you are sure the goggles left a line. 

“Seriously, why are you here?”

“Can’t I pay my good friend Bruce a visit once in a while?” you challenge, but he doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Not when you are usually having breakfast with Wanda. Or did she send you away that quickly already?” he laughs. “I thought she was getting along with you lately or at least less annoyed by you.”

“I thought so too,” you mumble.

“So she did send you away?”

“No, she did not send me away. I didn’t go see her today in fact,” you tell him. 

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t,” you reply, unconvincingly. Bruce crosses his arms against his chest and looks at you in disbelief. “You didn’t want to see Wanda. That can’t be true.”

“Jeez, I can go a day without wanting to see Wanda. Not everything revolves around her.”

“You usually do.”

“You make it sound like I’m obsessed with her.”

Bruce gives you a pointed look and you sheepishly admit, “Okay, maybe a little. But maybe she made it clear that she doesn’t want to go out with me and I should stop suffocating her with my presence.”

“She said that? That you’re suffocating her?” He’s heard Wanda reject you plenty of times but never so harshly.

“Not those exact words, but that was the jist. I overheard her talking to Natasha,” you confess.

“So she didn’t say it to you. Maybe you heard wrong.”

“No. I didn’t. It was loud and clear. She wants me to stop bothering her. So that’s what I’m doing,” you explain. You try not to sound so hurt by the situation but Bruce can see right through you. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know you really like her,” Bruce sympathizes. He pats your shoulder trying to comfort you. 

You clear your throat, “Yeah, well that’s life. Now distract me. Tell me about yours. What’s going on with you?”

Clearly wanting to move on from the Wanda mess, you move on to a different topic and Bruce allows it. “You know my cousin, the lawyer?”

“Jennifer, yes.”

“You remember her name?”

“Yeah, you introduced me to her like two years ago when we were in California for that Expo in San Francisco. Also, she’s making waves with the whole She-Hulk thing.”

“Right, anyway, she’s coming to New York for a bit to get away after a whole lot of drama. She’s got a late flight tonight so we’re going to have lunch tomorrow.”

“That sounds nice, catching up with your cousin. Where are you going to eat?” 

“You know that place like two blocks from here that just opened last month?”

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to try it so bad but haven’t had the chance to go yet.” Truth be told you were hoping to take Wanda there so you could both try it together but obviously that’s not happening. Nothing is stopping you from going there by yourself now. 

“Oh, if you want, you can come eat with me and Jen tomorrow?” Bruce offers.

“Oh, no. That’s nice of you to offer but I don’t want to intrude on your cousin time,” you refute.

“Please, I’ve had plenty of cousin bonding time with her this past year. Trust me.” You still hesitate to answer so he continues, “Seriously, you would be doing me a favor. Sometimes I feel like she needs an audience to listen to her.”

“Okay, okay. No need to beg me. I’ll go,” you concede, chuckling. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Bruce knows you are thanking him for more than just inviting you to eat. He nods letting the rest go unsaid as he gets back to his computer planning to get work done. A minute of silence goes by and that’s too long for someone like you. 

“Don’t touch that.”

“Damn it.”

***

“We were wondering where you were,” Nat says the moment you step into the kitchen to eat dinner with the rest. You aren’t late necessarily, but seeing as how you are typically the first one to come down to help Wanda, it was a little unusual not to see you already in the kitchen by the time everyone was being called to eat. 

“I did a little overtime at the gym today and still had to shower,” you explain, pointing at your wet hair like you need to prove you’re not lying, which of course Natasha finds suspicious. Lucky for you she doesn’t say anything. 

“If you say so,” she replies and hands you a plate for you to serve yourself. You take it and walk over to the stove to serve yourself some chicken and vegetables. You feel someone move beside you as you scoop some vegetables onto your plate. You don’t have to look to know who it is as their scent makes its way to your nose winning over the smell of the food that looks so delicious. 

“It seems you had a busy day today,” Wanda begins. “Usually by this time I’ve seen you at least two or three times.”

“Yeah. Had a rough wake up call, I guess. I decided to get an early start.” You try your damndest not to sound bitter, but you know it doesn’t come out as nonchalant as you wish. 

Wanda frowns, following behind you as you make your way to the table to eat. It’s weird for you to walk away from her without at least trying to continue the conversation. It feels awkward being the one to trail behind you. But more awkward is the moment when she stands idly by an empty seat waiting for you to pull it out for her only to have to do it herself when she realizes after a moment too long that you aren’t going to do it this time. It’s torturous avoiding looking in Wanda’s direction, who you can feel is staring right at you after seating herself for the first time in months.

Obviously this change in routine doesn’t go unnoticed. Sitting at a table full of highly trained operatives, it’s expected they notice the shift in your behavior. You also know they’ve been trained to read body language. Maybe if you keep your head down and stuff your mouth full of vegetables, they’ll let it go for your sake.

“That was weird.”

But then again, minding their own business has never been this team’s forte. 

“I never thought I’d see Wanda pick up a chair again,” Sam jokes, making the team chuckle and nod in agreement. He looks at you, an unspoken question in the air. You shrug, trying to act cool. “She said she could do it herself. Maybe it’s time I listened.”

There’s tension in the air, you can feel it. Trying to ignore it, you direct your attention to your food while everyone else directs their attention to Wanda to see her reaction. Wanda hates everyone staring, and maybe it’s because she feels you’re to blame for it that she says what she says next with a little bit of snark towards you. 

“Only took like a hundred times, but she finally listens, everybody!” Wanda laughs like it’s a light hearted joke but it is impossible to miss sharp undertones. 

“Don’t worry, Wanda. I hear you loud and clear,” you assure her with a bitter smile. She looks at you confused, wondering why you seem upset with her. What did she do? It’s you who is always bothering her, not the other way around. Bruce, uncomfortable with this little moment, clears his throat in order to garner everyone’s attention and changes the topic. 

You resume eating, adding some ketchup onto your chicken. Though as delicious as the food is, it’s a little hard to enjoy your meal when the chef of this very plate has been quietly poking at her plate. You assume her loss of appetite is due to your interaction. The guilt slowly creeps up on you. You didn’t mean to upset her. That’s the last thing you’d ever want to do. You try to keep to yourself during dinner so as to not further dampen her mood, but try as you may to listen to Bucky and Steve’s seemingly amusing story, your focus never strays too far from Wanda. Watching her play with her food and never taking a bite is driving you insane. You’ve got to say something. 

“Add some ketchup,” you tell her. 

“What?” She stops poking at her food to look at you. 

“That’s what I do when it comes out too salty. Add some ketchup,” you repeat, nodding toward her plate. You’d never consider Wanda’s food salty. You just need some bait and fortunately she takes it. 

“Are you saying my food is salty?” she asks defensively. 

“I’m saying that sometimes I need a little ketchup with it,” you tease her. “Maybe this is one of those sometimes.”

She scoffs, “This doesn’t need ketchup.”

“How would you know? You haven’t touched your food. Doesn’t inspire much confidence in the food if the chef won’t even eat it,” you quip. 

She narrows her eyes at you before taking a forkful of her meal into her mouth to prove her point. She stares at you the whole time she chews, rather dramatically you may add.

“See. Perfectly fine.” She leans back in her chair, looking at you with a raised eyebrow like she is daring you to challenge her. One bite of her meal wasn’t going to satisfy you, so challenge accepted. 

“Now try it with some ketchup,” you insist. You grab the ketchup bottle and move it over her plate like you are going to put some on her chicken. She reacts quickly, moving her plate away. “It doesn’t need ketchup.”

“You haven’t tried it with it,” you retort. “Just try it.”

You offer her your plate instead to pick off from. She sighs dejectedly but takes a bite from your plate. You can tell she doesn’t hate it, but already know her stubborn personality will not allow you to have this one. “It’s better without ketchup.”

This time you reach over to pick some food off of her plate. You hum in agreement after swallowing. “You’re right,” you say, and then reach for her plate again, but she impedes you from taking anything by smacking your hand. “Nope. You have your own plate.”

“But mine already has ketchup on it,” you explain, making a move for her food again. She moves her plate out of reach, giggling, “It’s not my fault you pour ketchup all over your food like a heathen.”

“Come on. Be nice,” you pout.

“You called my food salty. This is me being nice,” she replies, taunting you by taking another big scoop of her food and eating with a big smile on her face. You pretend to be hurt by it but in truth you are fighting off a smile of your own as you both finish your meals, refocusing your attention on the group.

Avoiding Wanda and treating her as if she’s done something wrong is not the way to go. It’s not her fault she doesn’t feel the same way about you. She’s basically told you so from day one, so it is unreasonable for you to behave the way you had earlier. There’s no point in making her feel bad for something neither of you can control. You can be friends with Wanda, you decide. All you have to do is tone it down and you’ll be fine. 

Wanda’s sweet aroma fills your senses as she leans towards you to pick the last bit of your ketchup tainted chicken off your plate. When you look at her she simply shrugs and gives you an innocent smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

You’ll be fine.

***

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“What’s this? Wanda Maximoff looking for Y/N and not the other way around?” Sam teases, making Wanda roll her eyes. “Has the day you give her a chance actually come?”

Wanda scoffs, “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Guess not,” Sam mutters. 

“Have you seen her or not?” Wanda sighs. 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you? She’s always following you around.”

“I’ll ask someone else,” Wanda grumbles. This is the third person she’s asked who teases her but gives her no straight answer. Before she can walk too far Sam stops her. “Hey, wait. I’m just playing with you. What’s up? Why do you need her?”

“No reason. Just want to know that she is bringing the good snacks for movie night.” Wanda shrugs nonchalantly, but Sam doesn’t quite buy it. He narrows his eyes, “Are you sure that’s it? No other reason?”

“What other reason would there be?” Wanda challenges and Sam has a lot to say, but he can tell he is getting on her last nerve so he backs off. 

“Last I saw her, she said she was meeting Jennifer and some other friends for drinks,” Sam answers.

“Oh? She’s going out with Jennifer again,” Wanda mutters. Sam doesn’t miss the tone in which she says Jennifer. “She’s been hanging out with her a lot, don’t you think?”

“Someone sounds jealous,” Sam insinuates with a smirk.

“What? No. What is there to be jealous of?” Wanda splutters. 

“I don’t know. Someone coming in and taking up all of Y/N’s attention. Maybe you are feeling a little neglected? Maybe you are worried someone is sweeping your Y/N away,” Sam continues. 

“She’s not my Y/N,” Wanda argues. “She can hang out with whoever she wants. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Okay,” Sam chuckles, further frustrating Wanda. Not wanting to participate anymore in this conversation Wanda storms off muttering something about Sam being nosy or annoying under her breath. Bruce hears some of it in passing while making his way to Sam.

“What did you do?” he accuses Sam, who in turn plays innocent. 

“Why do you assume I did anything?”

“Maybe because she said ‘he’s so annoying’ while walking away from you,” Bruce replies. 

“I just told her that Y/N is out with your cousin and maybe hinted at them becoming a thing,” Sam admits with a shrug like it’s no big deal.

Bruce sighs, “Why would you do that? And Jen is already dating someone. I think.”

“Well Wanda doesn’t know that. And maybe this way, she can realize that Y/N is not going to wait around forever for her,” Sam counters. 

“Stop meddling,” Bruce demands. “Let them figure it out on their own.”

You haven’t been ignoring Wanda, not like that first day after you told yourself to quit chasing after her. You join her in the mornings for breakfast. You have her coffee ready by the time she enters the kitchen. You still joke and tease. You still smile at her when you pass each other in the hallways.

To an outsider, you are behaving like you always have, but Wanda is no outsider. She notices the little changes. You don’t pull out her chair anymore during dinner. You don’t daydream while staring at Wanda at the latest team meeting in the conference room. In fact, you only bothered to glance at her when she had something to say. Usually Tony or Steve have to call you out for not paying attention to what they are saying with a comment like “L/N, I don’t pay you to stare at Maximoff. Eyes up here.”  

And now you are skipping movie night! You love movie night. After two fights and some negotiation, you even have a special reserved seat next to Wanda for these nights that you definitely take advantage of. Wanda forgoes wearing sweaters during movie nights because you always sneak your arm over her shoulder. The first few times you’ve done it, she’s shrugged you off but recently she’s happy she’s got her own little warmer in the cold room. Tonight she brings a sweater and Bucky sits in your spot. 

She tries her best to focus on the movie but finds herself paying more attention to whoever is walking in and out of the room, subconsciously hoping your night ends early. She tells herself it’s because she’s cold and too lazy to go searching for a blanket. Not because she misses you or anything, just your warmth.

You come home nearing midnight. Wanda only knows this because she was leaving her room to refill her water bottle while you were walking to yours. You are typing on your phone. Probably texting Jennifer, Wanda thinks. “Have a good night?” she asks you.

“Huh?” You look up a little startled. “Oh, hey Wanda. Didn’t see you there.” Wanda grunts displeased but either you don’t hear it or you ignore it. “Yeah, I had fun. What about you? How was the movie?”

“It was really good. You missed out,” she lies. Honestly, she prays you don’t ask her what it was titled. All she knows is it was an action movie from all the loud noises that would pull her attention. Apart from that, she has no idea what they watched tonight. 

“I’ll have to watch it later then. Goodnight, Wanda,” you excuse yourself, leaving her in the hallway without a glance back while you enter your room. 

“Night,” she replies to a shut door. 

The next evening there is a moment in which Wanda thinks things may go back to normal and she can finally prove to Natasha that whatever she and you have going on is completely one sided. 

She feels a light press against her back as she’s cooking, almost a phantom touch really and there is a part of her that wishes you’d commit and move a little closer, but she quickly eradicates the thought.

“Smells great, Wands.”

Who was Sam trying to fool? Wanda knows she’s still got you wrapped around her finger. She smirks to herself before answering, “Japanese cherry blossom.”

“What?” You look at her confused.

“It’s the new lotion I got,” Wanda explains. 

“Oh, I was talking about dinner but I’m sure your lotion smells good also,” you reply, taking a step back, giving Wanda her room thinking you may be crowding her.

Today though you guess personal space isn’t a problem for Wanda. “Here, smell it,” she moves toward you and flips her hair over to one shoulder. She cranes her neck and looks at you expectantly. You guess she wants you to sniff her neck. You do so cautiously. You pretend you don’t notice the goosebumps arise on her skin and that it doesn’t get your heart beating faster. You move away quickly trying not to look so affected. “Yeah, it smells nice.” 

“Do you want to help me cook?” A question she never thought she’d ask you. 

“I still don’t know how to cook.” 

“Never too late to learn.” 

“As much as I’d love a lesson from Chef Maximoff tonight, I actually have somewhere to be. And I’m running late,” you inform her after checking your phone to look at the time, missing the way her smirk turns into a frown. “I’d say save me a plate but I know the guys too well.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Bucky asks as soon as Wanda sits down at the table.

“She said she had somewhere to be,” Wanda tells him. 

“Probably out with Jennifer again,” Sam jeers. 

“Again? What is that, like the third time this week?” Natasha questions. My thoughts exactly, Wanda thinks. 

“So are they like a thing now?” Bucky asks through a mouthful of food. Wanda does her best not to seem so invested, so when Nat teases her, “Guess you don’t have to worry about Y/N’s little crush now, huh?” Wanda hums and nods. She can’t fool the widow though. Nat notices Wanda’s grip on her fork tighten after Bucky’s question. 

“Nah, Bruce said Jennifer’s already dating somebody,” reveals Sam. 

“Guess you’re not off the hook just yet,” Nat pokes fun at Wanda. Wanda rolls her eyes at Natasha’s remark but internally she sighs out of relief. Though the subject changes, Wanda is stuck on why she feels some sort of satisfaction finding out you aren’t dating Jennifer. 

She has an idea about why that is when she places a sticky note with your name on it on the plate she saved for you in the refrigerator. 

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A/N: Long time, no see. That’s on me. Sorry. I had this ready for last Saturday but my laptop is refusing to turn on. I’m using my brother’s to post this. I hope I got everyone in the taglist who asked. See you in another 6 months! (jk) I’m working on the next chapter already. Probably good for next week.

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[abbyromanoff]

omg i love kate bishop and there isn’t a lot of stuff on her could you do something fluffy with her? like maybe she returns from a mission with clint and when she gets home they’re both so happy to be back together again and reader is so relieved she’s okay and it’s just fluffy and soft and then have soft sex? bonus if kate could be g!p cause whew🥵

First time for everything

Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x reader

Summary: The two of you share a nice relaxing evening until it ends with sloppy make outs and a first time for something new

Word count: 1,594

Warnings: fluff, smut, blowjobs, Kate is g!p (has a penis) if you don’t like it just don’t read

No one has permission to steal, copyright, or reblog my work as their own!!

Checking your phone for the hundredth time you looked to see if Kate texted you back. You’ve messaged her twenty three times over the past two hours, some may say you’re overreacting but when your girlfriend hasn’t responded to a single one of them and is on a mission you have a reason to be worried. Hearing the door to your apartment open you jumped on the couch and ran over to greet your girlfriend. Before she could even fully walk into the building your arms were wrapped around her in a hug. She returned it with a squeeze to your body that lifted you off of your feet, something her dad always did before he passed away.

“Looks like someone missed me.” She said as she put you down, laughing along the way.

“Of course I missed you! I sent you many texts and yet you didn’t respond to a single one I was so worried.” You said as you lightly slapped her shoulder and gave her a pout.

“Oh crap, I’m sorry my phone died a few hours ago when I was about to text you.” She looked truly sorry and you almost felt bad for her.

“Kate what did I tell you about charging your phone? Why do you think I bought you that portable charger?” You ended with a chuckle and you both walked into the kitchen to have the pizza you ordered twenty minutes ago. You were lucky she got here when she did or else it would’ve been a cold pizza night. You both settled onto the couch as you turned on the most recent episode of the show you two binge together.

“I seriously can’t believe it took them that long to get together I mean have you seen the way they look at one another? They’re clearly in love and now this random guy wants to take that away and he’s not even good looking like it’s an obvious answer.” You rambled on about a love triangle between three characters in the show as Kate stared at you with love in her eyes. When you finally finished your small debate you looked over to see if Kate had an opinion only to see her still staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” You asked with a teasing smirk.

“Just admiring the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” She says, smiling as the way you blush.

“Oh?” “Mhm. And I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to be their girlfriend.”

“Well they sound pretty amazing.” You say, flattered by all of her kind words. You don’t know what you did to deserve someone as nice and beautiful as her, yet she wonders the same about you.

She nods along with your words, “They are. They have the most amazing smile and is probably the nicest person you’ll ever meet. They’re always worried about other people, I mean they could literally be bleeding to death but they’ll always make sure you’re okay first. And let me tell you, they have the nicest ass you’ll ever see.” You broke into a fit of giggles at her last sentence. She joined you and the two of you sat there laughing on the couch with nothing but the tv lighting up the room. Once the two of you calmed down you stared into one another’s eyes.

Kate continued with what she was saying before, “And, I love them so much.”

“I think I should meet this lucky partner of yours.” You wondered if this is how she described you to everyone, especially Clint or Yelena. Even if you didn’t know it, she would go on rambles about you to Clint who was just trying to get the mission done. Even if she was taking a guy down she would talk into the ear piece about you. Clint didn’t understand how she never ran out of things to say, but as he said she’s got a case of young love.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, you might end up falling in love with them too.” She said as you pulled her into a kiss, savoring the feeling of her lips on your own. You both made out for a few minutes, taking occasional breaks to breathe and then going back to one another’s lips. You felt her hand shyly going under your shirt and playing with the back of your bra. You broke apart from the kiss to take of your shirt, letting her also take off your bra. She admired your chest, leaning in to take one in her mouth until she stopped,

“Can I?” She always asked permission before she did something to you, saying she always needed consent. You nodded and she dove in, taking your nipple in her mouth. You let out a content sigh as she focused on pleasing you. Taking her hair in your hands you gave her a light massage and lightly scratched at her scalp, she let out a moan with her mouth still full of you. You moved one of your hands down to her sweatpants and cupped her bulge through the pants. Once she finished toying with one breast she moved onto the other, sucking and licking all over. You laid her down and pulled down her bottoms finding Christmas boxers underneath.

“Really?” You laughed, “What? They’re cute don’t you think?” You rolled your eyes playfully and went to take off her shirt as well.

“They’re absolutely adorable Katey.” It was a nickname you often called her. She’d act like she hated it but you saw the red on her cheeks whenever you said the title. Pulling off her Christmas sweater you noticed that she lacked a bra seeming as when she got home she changed into more comfortable clothing. You started to lightly grind on her crotch, making contact with her confined cock beneath her boxers. You leaned down and sloppily made out with each other while you guys’ hands roamed around the others body. You leaned back to look at her, now seemingly nervous.

“Do you remember that thing you wanted to try out?” You asked her, trying not to say the actual word as you were too embarrassed.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” She said truthfully. There has been many things she has wanted to try that you haven’t got to yet. When you both met she was still a virgin and when you two had your first time she discovered multiple things she wanted to do with you.

“You know like,” you let out a sigh before continuing, “How you said you’ve always wanted to see what a blowjob felt like?” The both of you were pretty ‘vanilla’, never really trying out considerably kinky stuff but instead sticking to her fucking your pussy. You both were too nervous to bring things like this up but you wanted to try it.

“Yeah?” “Well, would you want me to give you one?” You were hoping she’d say yes so this wouldn’t have to be even more awkward. When she gave an excited nod you leaned down to her boxers, giving a light kiss to her bulge. Her hips jerked when your lips made contact with her dick, even through the boxers she could feel almost a tingling sensation. Dragging down her undergarment you grabbed her cock in your hand and slowly jerked her off watching how she reacted to it. When seeing her throw her head back you knew to take the next step and wrapped your lips around the head. All she felt was warmth wrap around her tip, you continued to jerk her off to make up for rest of her cock that wasn’t in your mouth. You started to take a bit more of her length down your throat as her hips thrusted side to side overwhelmed with pleasure. She didn’t know where to put her hands so she awkwardly placed them on your head, making you gag as she accidentally pushed you to take more. She was immediately apologizing and taking her hands off of your head but you released her from your mouth to inform her that you were fine. When she got the okay to guide you on her length she started to bring you up and down slowly. Fearing that she’d hurt you again she didn’t make you take much but when you went down further on your own command she almost exploded on the spot. She gained the confidence and made you go down on her even when you gagged. She soon couldn’t take it anymore and came in your mouth without warning. You swallowed it all and went back up to look at her.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cum that fast. I was going to warn you but it just happened.” “Shh, it’s okay. I liked it, but the question is did you like it?” You said the last part a little lower hoping she did in fact enjoy it and you weren’t doing anything wrong.

“Are you really asking me that? That was the best thing ever! Well besides when I fuck your pussy I mean that is definitely the best thing but-“ you cut off her rambling with a kiss that she melted into. She leaned her head on yours when you both broke apart, ‘I love you’s’ were whispered into one another as you both sat in comfortable silence. She leaned back a bit to look you in the eyes still slightly panting,

“Can I fuck your pussy now?”

[depressed-sasuke]

Triplets continued

Ok even longer post I'm writing this somewhere else lol

Joe- possibly my fav

I feel like Joe is the kindest and most sociable of the triplets. Although he doesn't have another supporting character in his movie, the way he interacts with the others says a LOT, he goes out of his way to talk and just be friendly. He even ends up staying at the bartender's place. He shows how he Builds relationships with people Manco and blondie might have said a quick word to.

He also smiles a lot >0<

I can tell if he did have another person, he'd be playful and easy to get along with.

He definitely doesn't like people disrespecting him or his horse lol, he drags out the fight and gives the guys a chance to redeem themselves, shooting them just as they start to shoot. He definitely drags it out which makes him seem silly, doing the same when he fights Ramon, teasing him with remarks like "Shoot for the heart Ramon, or you'll never kill me" "The heart Ramon"

He goes out of his way to help a ton he had been in town for less than 10 minutes! He makes up this whole plan to kill one side then to join the other nd turn them against eachother for a final battle. We can see he doesn't do it for money either, because after he learns of the woman's dilemma, he risk his life to put her and her family back together and give them all the money he earns because ...

"I knew someone like you once and there was No one to help."

(His own mother perhaps?)

Then he goes back into town, gets beat and refuses to leave permanently until he kills Ramon and saves the town.

What a cool guy! Definitely a Drifter with a cowboy complex, which could be correct as he was kinda the first "Anti-Hero" in a western, not good nor bad and the first Sergio did!

Sergio and Clint definitely nailed the final one with Blondie.

Manco-

Slightly more difficult because he and blondie are more alike.

He is more talkative than blondie and less talkative than Joe.

But he is more BOLD, the way he finds out who Col.Mortimer is and immediately decides to force him to leave town. When that doesn't work he punches him and then tries to intimidate him by shooting his hat.

And while it took some time he got involved with personal matters too, while it wasn't deciding to help an entire town, he got to know Mortimer and decides to help out with his final battle, bringing up their partnership when all is done, like he expected the two of them to ride off together.

He's definitely not afraid to make threats at possible danger and when time to kill he doesn't take much time talking before he shoots. He seems to get in physical fight as equally gunfights, according to how well he fights in the beginning of the movie (like three karate chops happened) and then punching the colonel.

He definitely doesn't care if someone he threatens is good or bad, young or old, as long as the thing gets done and the information is told. Making him more abrasive than his other siblings, he does whatever he wants to get whatever he wants.

Having a soft spot for Mortimer makes him seem softer however, helping him in the final battle. I think he likes the way Mortimer holds himself up. He's respectable yet dangerous. He definitely does what he wants to get what he wants Aswell, but he holds his head up high in doing so, making him endearing to Manco. Of course Manco is impatient and likes things done quickly and effectively unlike Joe, giving him and Mortimer something to bicker about.

Also the reason why he would probably hate tuco . Unlike blondie, he seems to outwardly hate things that annoy/Test him and as I said more abrasive, Which would make him more reactive to tucos antics, because of course he's not going to let some guy insult him or whatever. Manco thinks he's annoying, messy, stupid, ect. He'd try to kill him after they first met, hah.

Blondie-

The epitome of Western Drifter, Lone wolf. Yet somehow he is the Good!

He is the least sociable out of the bunch and doesn't talk much and he doesn't get visibly angry or upset.

While he does a few kind things like blow up the bridge for the general and give his cigarette to the dying man his bad actions even them out.

He leaves Tuco stranded in the desert 70 miles from town because "I feel a man like you can make it" He just abandoned Tuco for no reason!

Unless it was because he missed his shot, That would make him the most prideful out of the three, he doesn't like to be wrong, especially in front of someone like Tuco, who at fhe start he proably assumed lesser than himself. It's his own way of being upset.

Like his brother Manco, he definitely only grows close to a few people and that person happens to be Tuco!

After Tuco gets his rightful revenge on him, he definitely mellows out about Tuco and is kinder to him, like offering his cigarette after overhearing the brothers' convo.

And When he inquires Angel eyes about tuco after hearing he was being beaten up as the song played. He definitely likes how loud and dangerous Tuco is and enjoys putting up with him because he's equally as petty and messy. While never fully trusting him, he definitely preferred him over the cold hearted Angel eyes.

Yet still hangs him at the end of the movie and sets him free, soo very petty lol.

I rambled about and blondie too much!!

He's definitely the most complex out of the three.

He doesn't kill for right or wrong he kills because he has too, every situation he kills is called for, he never goes out of his way to kill for somebody (Joe) or kill -or at least try too- Just for the sake of getting something out of it. (Manco)

He obviously didn't have a goal at first. Something about how he and tuco played scammers instead of just bounty hunting. Not liking to work hard, just wanting to take an easy way out?

He probably doesn't think about it too hard, he kills the living sometimes. That seems to be it for him.

That seems to be it for now I guess! I love all of them equally!! Just my take on them being triplets haha.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

1, 5, 9, 17 for my boy Kit?

Our boy Kit 🥺

1. how did you pick your oc’s name?

His complete name is actually Christopher, but he goes by Kit. I've always liked "Kit" as a nickname (also I was reading The Dark Artifices and Kit Herondale is my boy, so...), I just searched a good full name. I actually thought about it for ages, but then I went for the basic lmao

5. what’s a crossover with another oc that you’ve wanted to do, but haven’t officially discussed or planned?

Okay okay, technically we did talked about it, but we haven't planned anything, so... the not-triplet even just for the "same face different years" jokes, Kit & Tyler because he would be the best uncle/brother and I love Tyler, and Kit & Will Parker just because I want Kit to go like "Why on hell would he choose Tony over me?... Okay, I would also choose Tony, but this is irrelevant... "

9. which other mcu characters would your oc really get along with?

Ohhh, he gets along well with a lot of people. Tony is his mentor/father figure (let's remind that he's circa 15 when they met for the first time, so he's like, a child) and he's really close to Nat too (also, the angst after Endgame...). Of course he gets along with Pietro, but more in general he is pretty close to all the Avengers.

Now, Clint and Wanda are something else for different reasons. Clint is of course his big brother and they love each other very much, but they also fight a lot. Wanda and Kit were pretty close, but then a lot of shit happened...

17. after a battle, how does your oc recover?

He basically doesn't. If he's hurt, like seriously injured, he would go to the infirmary and get some actual sleep, otherwise he would take a coffee and go to the lab, which is not very healthy tbh

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WHAT WAS THE HARM IN SAYING YES?

The archer was too drunk to care with Tony gave him the third degree and he's too confident in what he was doing. Less than ten minutes from now, the perfect hit would have been done and he'd have gotten away with it. He did get away with it as he was right here getting drunk and no one had find him out as Ronin.

Getting his ass kicked with Bucky and Sam last night, by himself which made him really realize that he had no idea how the device worked and didn't like open some portal to another multiverse that collapsed on itself.

IT WORKED. It was broken now and he was not entirely sure how that worked but considering the fact that he wasn't arrested right now meant that things went off without a hitch.

Parker Robbins had one less drug lab to pump shit into the streets and he one-upped Tony Stark for the low, low price of selling the deed to his home. THAT WOULD STING LATER.

It had hit the time of the night that Clint had intended to leave the charity event as it was. All he had to do for the night was check the reaction to his Ronin appearance and figure out what came next for him. HOPEFULLY, tonight will crush any stray thoughts that he was Ronin to the supers and he would not even need to use a time machine to be in two places at once.

Actually, what was one more drink to celebrate?

❝ You see me talking to Linda? ❞ NO. ❝ You have nothing to worry about.❞

She was not the one he wanted, but than Clint was in that state where he was up for anything. Maybe if Tony wasn't here and if the Night Nurse was into drunken hook ups, than things might be different.

Linda was only familiar and friendly with him tonight because he had seen her last night. He hadn't been sure if he hadn't hurt himself too much and needed to go to someone who wouldn't ding his Avengers insurance for a visit to make sure he was not concussed with broken nose. That doesn't make her who he wanted, anything else it makes her a convenience and opportunity.

❝ You are right here. ❞ Words said drawn out. Tony has been the only one he has slept with in reasons time. They were compatible in that way. If they weren't angry with each other, if they hadn't left off last time in a fight that got physical; the bonus to the sex would be that they got could get along. When they got along, they liked time together if not for the fact that they cuddled with movies, egged Captain Britain's house together, that they did boat day, had promised to go to a museum and fish more. Clearly there was something that worked when it was working.

Why else would his mind even be entertaining jumping Tony's bones despite the last time, despite the everything? Despite his own need to push him way; he had to for his own good but than again, Tony could be his second alibi tonight.

❝ One more GIN and I'll see your brownstone alright. ❞ That may be pushing it, but the gin was negotiable. Tomorrow would be another bridge to burn and tonight's work was done. He should get tacos tomorrow. ❝ I was gonna get out of here anyways. SUITS AREN'T MY THING. ❞ Considering the fact that his tie has looked pathetic the entire night. If there was one thing to say about tonight, it was that Linda was right about both things.

This wasn't Clint's thing, but Tony's and that there was something going on between them. Clint on a crash course of how to take on a bad guy while burning everything down and Tony on a concerned friend failing to put out the fire.

God, he was so fucking drunk. Tony was almost jealous of that. How good would being drunk right now feel? This was so bad for Tony's sobriety but he couldn't just leave Clint here like this without at least trying to get him home. Not when he'd gone all the way to England and held his hand when Tony met his mother.

Even if he really just wanted to choke him right now.

He didn't want to be to obviously hitting on Clint in such a public place. Not that he cared personally if people started spreading rumors about them, but Clint might and he didn't want to make things worse for him right now. He didn't want Clint to have another excuse to push him away.

He patted Clint's lapel and ran the fabric between his fingers. "Is it Linda you wanted?" he asked his voice low, trying not to let Clint know that he was closer than Tony would care to admit. "You can shoot your shot with her if you want. But I'm right here."

His eyes met Clint's. Clint was so far gone it looked like he was having trouble focusing. "Whatever you want to happen. You haven't seen the brownstone yet."

God, Tony was holding back so much right now. The accusations about Ronin. The questions about the money. The unwanted advice. All he could think was if he could get Clint home with him then tonight he wouldn't be getting into any fights. Tonight he wouldn't go out drunk to start shit with Parker Robbins. Tonight he would be in a bed with someone there to watch out for him.

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“ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ.” | ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader (Phoenix)

summary: Usually, Bucky would pick her up wherever she is, but today, with a night out with some of her fellow Avengers (and her brother), it wasn’t possible that her secret boyfriend could come and pick her up, would it?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, slightly drunk reader, more fluff, some curse words, Clint as the best brother in the world, we're ignoring Infinity War and Endgame for this one bye

author’s note: I need more Bucky writings in my life, so here is one.

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“So, [Y/N],” Natasha started while stirring her drink with the colorful straw accompanying the alcoholic beverage. The addressed looked up, almost unsure if she really wanted to know what the redhead tried to get out of her. “What’s the tea with that secret boyfriend of yours?” The woman choked on the portion of the very unnatural blue and purple drink she nursed for not that long, and Wanda next to her softly patted her upper back to get the drops of alcohol out of her friend's airways while she coughed violently.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat,” [Y/N] answered after a few seconds to catch her breath again. The redhead smiled knowingly and nodded slowly. “Of course not, sweets.” Wanda next to her, chuckled behind her glass of something resembling a Raspberry Martini, but [Y/N] wasn’t sure if that was her drink of choice during this round or the last one… or the one before. “Remember, I can read minds,” the witch chuckled further, and the younger Barton looked at her other friend with wide eyes; her pupils were blown wide due to the alcohol and the rush of fear pulsing through her veins now.

But Wanda took one of her hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, [Y/N/N]. I promise.” And [Y/N] knew her promise was more solid than a brick wall. That’s why she mumbled a Thanks, Wanda, before taking another sip through that obnoxious straw the bartender had chosen for the Avenger.

“What happened in your life the last few weeks, GI Joe? Need to keep me updated with all the back-to-back missions I had.” Clint had chosen the perfect moment to speak up from the other end of the table the group - consisting of Wanda, Nat, Clint, Scott, and herself - occupied ever since entering their preferred bar for such night outs of the compound. Few people would dare to talk to them to get a photo or autograph, the prices were reasonable, and the bartender tended to give them a free round somewhere along the night.

Rolling her eyes at that horrible nickname she had gained after enlisting for the US Army before transferring to the Navy, she showed Clint the finger. “I love you, Katniss, but suck my nonexisting dick.” The older Barton grinned like the proud big brother he was while Scott clapped his hands together and pointed in her direction. “Katniss Everdeen! That’s a great nickname, even better than Legolas. I will save that for later.”

After that, the group started to talk again instead of the pairs or small groups that had formed in the past 45 minutes, and [Y/N] finally had some alone time to take her phone out. The popping-up messages made her smile like a damn teenager, but she couldn’t control her facial expressions under the influence of alcohol, and she didn’t mind that. Her brain was too far gone for her own good.

I hope you’re having a great night, doll.

The nickname, even though he didn’t stand in front of her and said it out loud, made her heart race and her stomach flutter.

I have but I wish you could pick me up as always.

She didn’t need to wait long for another message.

I can come if you want.

An almost sad smile etched itself on her lips while typing another text.

Nah, it’s okay. I

I need more time

More like she evaded the inevitable conversation with her overprotective brother, who never could wrap his mind around the fact that his little sister was all grown up by now. She saved the world, for fucks sake, she was grown-up than others her age! But the stubborn moron on the other side of the table was too deep in his mind to see it - even though it was clear as day for everyone around him to see.

But the one Avenger who never missed was too blind to see what was right in front of him. Well, at least she thought he was.

He will come around. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he’ll try to strangle me. First Bucky, then me. This will end in a disaster. Her thoughts tried to spiral into the abyss of anxiety and bottomless fear.

The only thing that pulled her out of this vicious circle was the vibration of her phone, and [Y/N] took another look at it. The new text instantly soothed her overworking mind, which had difficulties coming to terms with the situation it found itself in. In her defense, [Y/N] never had intended to fall in love with the brooding brunette with the troubled past, but after melting his exterior consisting of ice walls and mean stares, she had found a lost soul within a strange century who just wanted to feel at home. And she was more than willing to show Bucky all the love, happiness, and genuine companionship she had to offer (which was a lot).

I love you.

Bucky seemingly always knew when her mind had trouble keeping itself in check - one of the many things she loved about her super soldier.

From across the table, Clint watched his sister with a gentle expression in his eyes and knew that she was taken care of even if he wasn’t there himself and even though he was fully aware that she could handle herself pretty good. Nonetheless, it was his mission to make sure she was alright. Mainly because he would never be allowed in the comfort of his bed, his wife next to him, again if something would happen to the younger Barton - Laura had made sure that he understood that clearly.

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Giggling, [Y/N] hung between Clint and Scott while the trio walked out of the bar, Wanda and Nat close behind. “‘s not true! ‘m fully sober.” And with that, another fit of giggles erupted from the sunshine of the Avengers. The group grinned, even though the alcohol most definitely affected everyone, but the young Barton never had a high alcohol tolerance, to begin with. “Sure thing, munchkin,” her brother laughed as he pushed the last door open and released them into the warm summer night.

[Y/N] started to hit his shoulder but failed to maneuver her hand in the right direction. “I can walk a straight line if I have to! Mhm! Y’know why?” Scott patted her head as she tried to find the words. “You can definitely walk a straight line, Phoenix,” Ant-Man assured her, but she wanted to try it, so she pushed both men off her and steadied herself with outstretched hands. “‘m good! Alrighty! Conquering the world!” Taking several steps, she obviously didn’t walk straight and swayed in the direction of a street lamp on which she clung herself with both arms wrapped around the cool metal.

“‘m not drunk! Jus’ need a break of conquering.” [Y/N] really wanted to believe it herself, although her brain couldn’t comprehend her surroundings clearly anymore. And clinging to a street lamp post seemed like the best idea she had this entire evening. “You’re not drunk. We get it,” a new voice spoke up, and blinking, she raised her head off the chill metal post and looked in the vague direction the voice came from.

Bucky was standing next to his bike, her personal helmet already laying on the seat, a smirk displayed on his devilishly handsome face. A grin started to grow on her own face, and without thinking or considering her current state, the fearless (and sometimes reckless) Phoenix let go of the street lamp and started to run. Well, she attempted to run. In reality, it was more like a stumbling walk of shame she hopefully would never gain any memories about.

“Buckyyyyyyyy,” she greeted her secret boyfriend while jumping - falling - into his arms and wrapping her legs around his slender waist. His strong arms provided stability and security, with one of his arms under her bum and the other softly but tightly snaked around her waist to hold her as close as possible. [Y/N] peppered loving kisses all over his face and giggled at the feeling of his dark stubbles tickling her soft cheeks and lips. The super soldier closed his eyes for just a moment to relish in the feeling the woman in his arms always let him feel. The warmth spread from his heart to every single bone and muscle, and instantly, Bucky felt at home and at ease.

Gently, the brunette pressed his lips against her cheek and nuzzled his face against hers. “Hey, doll,” the man mumbled, the soft lips of his girlfriend already on his.

A cleared throat behind [Y/N]’s back reminded the woman of the small group she was with, and awkwardly, she climbed off Bucky but steadied herself on his arm. Focusing her eyes on everyone standing there, Phoenix felt the blood rushing into her cheeks and face, and she awkwardly cleared her throat as well. “So… Shit.”

Bucky tucked his best girl into his side, flesh arm around her slender shoulders and metal hand casually pushed into the pocket of the leather jacket he exclusively wore when riding his bike. Not because he needed the protection but because [Y/N] had let slipped how hot it made him look - even hotter than usual. And he loved how she looked at him when stopping in front of her to pick her up.

Nat looked very pleased, Wanda showed a soft smile, Scott was just confused as hell, and Clint… well. “Why aren’t y’surprised?!” His younger sister almost shouted, and the older Barton shrugged nonchalantly after throwing the bag strap over his shoulder. “Because I knew since that one mission in Manila,” he answered and taking out his phone to call an Uber for everyone. Blinking rapidly, [Y/N] did the math in her brain, and suddenly, her mouth was agape. “Tha’ mission was three months ago!”

Clint smirked while Bucky pressed a kiss on top of her head. “He was the one who texted me,” the soldier told his girlfriend, and now, everything seemed upside down. Looking from one man to the other, [Y/N] threw her hands up in the air. “Y’gonna kill me someday. Both of ya’!” With an exasperated sigh, the woman pressed her forehead against Bucky’s strong chest.

“Whatever.” Clint put his phone back into his jeans pocket. “Just promise me you’ll be safe and use protection and all that shit because I’m way too young to be the fun uncle. Have all my hands full with my own lot, don’t need another little one running around.” Showing him the finger again, [Y/N] turned to Bucky, pulled him down, and kissed him for everyone to see.

His arms instantly wrapped themselves around her waist, one hand softly resting on her lower back. He kissed her with all he had because she didn’t deserve less. Not with all the love and genuine devotion and adoration she treated and showed him constantly, even through the tiniest of gestures.

“Told you they are a thing,” Nat’s very pleased voice traveled over the busy New York street and sidewalk. Scott hummed and scratched his head. “Explains the overprotectiveness of Brooding Boy during missions. Everything makes sense now! Wow. Can’t wait for the mini soldiers running around. Imagine how cute they would be!” Grinning, he climbed into the already waiting Uber while Nat and Wanda laughed at the expression on Clint’s face. “Mini-what?! Nope, no, nothing of that sort will happen any time soon, Scott! Stop talking about it - that’s my baby sister!”

[Y/N] grinned as the small group minus her settled into the car - the Uber driver probably will have a heart attack or will hyperventilate after a look on his backseat - and let Bucky escort her to his trusty bike.

“He texted ya?” She asked softly while the Barnes took her helmet and gently put it on her head. He closed the clasp under her chin after nudging it up with his finger and pressed a kiss onto the corner of her mouth before straightening his posture again. “He did. Told me you looked a bit crushed towards the end, and you know how things work.” With an arm around her waist, Bucky pulled her close for another time and nuzzled his nose against hers. “I will always pick you up, doll, because it makes you happy, and it makes me feel a bit better. Less time for me to worry about’ya.”

Grinning up to him with that blissful grin due to the alcohol and all the endorphins rushing through her system, [Y/N] couldn’t comprehend her luck in life. “Y’are the best that could ever happen to lil ol’ me, James Barnes,” she whispered lovingly and kissed his knuckles, both flesh, and metal. Bucky grinned down at the woman he had sworn to love and protect whatever it might cost and couldn’t believe his luck. Ever since joining the Avengers and meeting this woman, his life had taken a turn for the better part.

“I have to say that, doll, so keep your pretty mouth shut and let me help you up there.” One last kiss to her nose tip, and Bucky grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the second seat on his bike as if she weighed nothing. Her drunk but happy giggle was the most adorable thing he had ever heard in his long life, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Getting onto the bike with her already behind him was an easy task by now. Immediately, the super soldier felt two arms wrapping themselves around his waist and a chest tightly pressed against his back. [Y/N]’s legs were securely tucked behind his own, and no piece of paper would fit between these two.

Throwing her a look over his shoulder, Bucky brushed his metal thumb over her knuckles. “Ready, little koala?” She nodded and put her chin on top of his right shoulder. “Always.”

And with that, the bike with the two Avengers awoke to life and sped over the nightly New Yorker streets.

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Thanks for reading, wonderful human! Comments, reblogs, and likes are, as always, much appreciated <3

If you have some ideas for more Bucky stuff, please send some asks in, and I will take a look into it!

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 || 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: you and kate are sent on a stakeout mission. that mission in question caused the two of you to be exceptionally close to one another

warnings: swearing, slight sexual themes but no actual smut, fluff

word count: 6.5k

a/n: gotta love the ‘there’s only one bed’ trope and me just forcing the reader and kate to be close to one another in any way possible

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It wasn’t unknown to any of the avengers that you liked someone but what they didn’t know was that someone is Kate Bishop.

It was a little bit of a shock that they haven’t found out yet. With your constant flirting, and teasing banter. You’d think the earth's mightiest heroes would’ve figured that one out.

Now whilst you two got along fairly well, you had your moments. The two of you would be seen having arguments over the silliest of things. Either you being late for an important meeting or Kate forgetting to pick up her arrows after training.

What, both you, and the rest of the Avengers didn’t seem to know was that Kate also reciprocated the feelings you had for her.

The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky of New York, peaking through the blinds of the room that you were sleeping in. Your eyes fluttered open, face scrunching as you were met by the morning light beaming onto your face.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you roll onto your back and raise your arms above your head to stretch out your limbs, releasing a content sigh as you do so.

From outside your window there was the faint sound of birds chirping away; however it was soon drowned out by the noise of someone relentlessly knocking on your door.

Slowly, you turned onto your side so you could look at your phone. The time read 5:36. Groaning ever so slightly you make your way up and out of bed.

The constant knocking on your door never falters for a second and as you open the door you’re nearly hit in the head by someone’s hand. That someone is Kate Bishop.

“Why are you knocking on my door at half five in the morning?” You ask as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“We have a meeting.”

“And you couldn’t have gotten Friday to tell me?”

“And miss you looking like this?” Kate smirked teasingly. “No chance.”

Looking down you soon realise you’re only in a sports bra and some shorts.

“Funny.” You deadpan. “What time is the meeting?”

“Oh, it’s not till ten.” Kate smiled with a shrug of her shoulders.

You took a quick breath before replying.

“So you decided to wake me up 5 hours beforehand?”

“Yeah, y’know, cause you’re always late.”

“God sake.” You mutter. “I’m not in the mood to argue right now so thanks for waking me up.”

“It’s not a problem.” Kate smiled.

Deciding not to respond you let out a sarcastic smile before slamming the door on Kate's face, practically knocking her over with the sheer force of it.

As you walk back into your room, deciding to go get ready for a little workout, you hear Kate chuckling as she walks down the hall and away from your room.

After your workout it was around 7, so you decided that after a shower you would go and get some breakfast.

As you walked into the kitchen you saw Natasha and Clint sitting on the countertops enjoying their breakfast.

“Morning.” Clint said as he took a bite of his toast.

You sent the archer a small nod of acknowledgment before opening the fridge looking for some eggs.

“What’s up your ass this morning?” Natasha asked with a chuckle.

“Sorry, just a little tired.” You apologise as you start to make scrambled eggs on toast.

“Why’s that?” Clint questioned.

“Kate thought it’d be funny to wake me up at half five in the morning saying we’ve got a meeting only to tell me that it’s at ten.”

The two ex-assassins both laughed at the reason as to why you were in a little mood.

“Still not a morning person I see.” Tony said as he walked into the kitchen and patted you on the shoulder before moving to make some coffee.

“Oh she’s definitely not.” Natasha chuckled.

“Just because you get up at five everyday doesn’t mean other people do.”

The four of you continued to converse when you were interrupted by Friday's voice coming from the speakers.

“Mr, Rogers requests y/n in the meeting room.”

“Why is she speaking like she’s from the 1800s?”

“Just go.” The three of them collectively groaned.

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” You said as you held up your hands in defence and backed out of the kitchen.

You stood outside of the meeting room. Quickly patting yourself down to make yourself look presentable, you walked into the room.

Steve was standing at the end of the table waiting for you to sit down. Behind him was a whiteboard with loads of drawings and a tv showing what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

“What’s up, Cap?”

“We’re just waiting for someone else then we can start.”

And right on que Kate walked into the room.

“Great.” You muttered as you took a quick glance at the woman before putting your focus on Steve.

“You two have a mission together.” Steve started. “It’s a stakeout for a week in France.”

“Ooh romantic.” Kate teased.

“Try to keep your hands to yourself Bishop.” You smirked.

“It’ll be hard, but I like a challenge.”

“Right.” Steve coughed. “It shouldn’t be too hard, just observing, figuring out their day to day schedule before you go in and shut them down.”

“Just the two of us?” Kate asked. “You want the two of us to shut down a massive corporation?”

“Doubt my skills, Bishop?” You questioned as you leaned back in your chair.

“You two are the best for the job.” Steve said. “No complaints.”

“When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Anything else we should know?” Kate asked.

“Oh yeah, you’re married.”

“What?!” You both shouted at the same time.

“It’s only for a week. I’ll give you a bag full of what is needed for the mission. All you need to worry about is your backstory.”

“Cmon then Mrs. y/l/n.” You joked as you stood up from your seat.

“No, no, no, you’re definitely taking my last name.”

“Oh really?”

“Yup. It sounds better.”

“Unfortunately, Kate. You’ve got to take y/n’s last name for this mission.” Steve said.

“That's not fair.” Kate exclaimed.

“Hey! You never know, you may want to keep it.” You teased.

“In your dreams.”

It was 6:30 the next day and you were waiting for Kate by the Quinjet. You had already placed your things in the jet along with the equipment given to you by Steve.

The sun was just about peaking through the clouds that loomed in the sky. Small droplets of rain began to fall and Kate's figure could be seen walking towards you.

“Looks like I’m not the late one this time.” You smiled as Kate placed her things in the jet alongside yours.

“Don't get used to it.”

“You ready to spend a week with me in the city of love?” You joked as you sat in the cockpit of the Quinjet, placing a headset on before starting up the jet.

“Try not to get too excited.” Kate smirked as she sat beside you and placed a headset on too.

“Just try not to fall in love with me.”

“I’ll try my best.” Kate chuckled.

It took the two of you seven and a half hours to reach France. Steve had given you a location to land the quinjet so you would have to drive to the hotel you were staying at.

What shocked you was the car. It was a Rolls Royce Phantom Extended II. The beautiful car confused you. Why were you given such luxury for a mission?

Once everything was placed in the car you and Kate had a little rummage through the bag Steve had provided.

“I found our rings.” Kate said as she held up two small boxes.

“May I do the honours?” You asked as you took a box from her hand.

“Of course.” Kate chuckled.

Laughing as well, you got down on one knee and opened the box up to reveal the ring inside.

“Kate Bishop, would you do the honours of making me the happiest person on the planet and marry me?”

“A thousand times yes!”

The two of you continued to laugh as you slipped the ring onto Kate's finger and she did the same to you.

“We look pretty good together, if I do say so myself.” Kate said as she admired the ring on her finger with a small blush adorning her cheeks.

“Already falling for me, Bishop?” You asked.

“You wish.”

“Let's go find our hotel.”

“I’m driving!” Kate shouted as she went to open the driver's side door.

“No way! You can barely drive a bike let alone a car.” You said as you followed behind her.

“That's a low blow.” Kate said as she turned around to face you, still trying to open the door.

“It’s not my fault you crashed into the only bush nearby.”

“I tried to swerve a snail.”

“Mhm.” You hummed as you moved closer to Kate. “I’m still driving.”

“None of us will be, I can't get the door open.”

You didn't say anything, just holding up the car keys in your hand. Kate huffed knowing she wasn't going to be able to drive.

“It was cute seeing you try.” You said as you stood in front of Kate, her back leaning against the car. Your bodies only mere inches apart.

“Keep it in your pants, y/l/n.”

“Oh? I’m y/l/n now? What happened to me having your last name?”

“You’ve got to earn it.”

“Alright, I like a challenge.” You said. “What do I have to do?”

“Let me drive.”

“No chance.”

“It was worth a shot.”

“Get in the car.” You chuckled as you moved out of Kate's way.

The drive to the hotel was around twenty minutes. During that time you and Kate thought of a backstory for the two of you, just the basics for a stakeout like the one you were doing.

You drove the car up to the hotel and to yours and Kate's surprisement, it was one of the fanciest places you have seen.

“Holy-” Kate gasped. “This place is- Wow-”

The two of you were approached by valet parking and you were kindly helped out with your bags. You both took a hold of your suitcases and wheeled your luggage into the lobby of the hotel.

“I feel very out of place.” You muttered as you looked around you.

“Same here.” Kate whispered back.

You both made your way to the front desk where you were greeted by the receptionist.

“Welcome to The Peninsula Paris, how can I help you today?”

“We have a reservation booked.” You said as you looked at Kate and intertwined your hands. “It’s under the name y/l/n.”

“You booked the Suite, is that correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Your room is on the fifth floor, room number 116.” The lady said as she slid two key cards towards you and Kate. “Breakfast is from 7am to 11am everyday in the Le Lobby. Lunch is from 11:30am till 3pm in the same place and whilst you can get dinner from there too at 4pm till 12am you can also access the Le Rooftop.”

“Thank you so much.” You smiled as you took your key cards and handed one to Kate.

“Have a wonderful stay.”

The two of you walked over to the elevator and waited for it to come back to your level. The doors opened and you both walked inside. Pressing the fifth floor, the doors close again and the elevator begins to go up.

“This place is so fancy.” Kate said as she ran her fingers along the elevator wall.

“It’s beautiful.” You agreed.

The elevator doors opened and you were greeted by an extravagant hallway leading to your suite. The two of you walked down and to your room.

“You want to open it?” You asked as the two of you stood outside the door to your room.

“Can I?”

“Go ahead.”

Kate used her key card on the door and opened it to show the suite where the two of you would be staying in for a week.

“Why did Steve book us such a lovely place?” Kate questioned as she walked inside the Suite.

You trailed closely behind, carrying all the bags with you. Letting Kate walk off to discover everything the room has to offer, you set up the equipment Steve gave you.

In the bag Steve had given you there were some folders full of information all about what you and Kate were going up against. One contained bits and pieces of what was going on the other contained information about the building you were needed to watch over.

“Uh, y/n.” Kate said as she came back to where you were.

“What's up?”

“There's a bit of a problem.”

“You okay?”

“Follow me.” Kate said as she walked away and into another room.

You followed closely behind and as you walked into the room as well you were met with the problem Kate was talking about.

“There's only one bed.” Kate pointed out as she looked back at you.

“And that's a problem, how?” You asked as you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“Where are you going to sleep?” Kate questioned as she raised her hands into the air.

“Me?” You laughed as you pushed yourself off the doorframe, eyebrows raising in question. “The bed is big enough for the two of us.”

“But-”

“What are you so scared of, Bishop?” You made your way closer to Kate, walking her backwards so her legs hit the edge of the bed. You held onto her arms so she didn’t fall back, causing the space between the two of you to become miniscule.

“Nothing.”

“So it won't matter if we share a bed?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Good.” Kate repeated.

“I’m going to go for a shower and get changed into something more fancy.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to take you out for dinner.”

“But we’re meant to be doing a mission?”

“What Steve doesn't know, won't hurt him. Plus we have a whole week in Paris and I'd like to make the most of it.” You said as you got your toiletries and made your way into the bathroom.

“I-”

“Stop questioning everything.” You smiled. “We’re still doing the mission but we don't want to make ourselves suspicious on the first night, do we?”

“No.”

“Now, I’m going for a shower and once I’m done you can get in after. Unless you want to join me?”

“Tempting, but I’ll have to wait for another time.”

“Your loss.” You teased as you backed up into the bathroom before turning on the shower. You waited a little while for the perfect temperature before getting in. You didn't spend long in the shower before getting out and letting Kate go in.

“Your turn.” You said as you walked past the archer who was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

Kate looked up from her phone and was unable to take her eyes off you. Standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a towel, wet hair cascading down your back, droplets of water falling off your face.

Realising she had been ogling for a little too long, Kate snapped out her trance and made her way to the bathroom trying to ignore the feeling of her cheeks heating up and your knowing stare following after her.

Chuckling to yourself you got ready as Kate took her time to shower. You put on a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons so you could just about see your black lace bralette.

Feeling content about your outfit you just put on some socks and black shoes as you waited for Kate to finish up in the shower.

As you were looking through your suitcase for some perfume, Kate walked out of the bathroom and it was your turn to stare at the woman's beauty. Just like Kate was, you were in a trance.

Snapping yourself back to reality, where the dirtier thoughts were at bay, you turned to fully face the woman in the room with you. You smirked slightly as you saw Kate blush and cower slightly under your intense stare.

“I just need to get ready.” Kate said as she nodded towards her outfit that was on top of her suitcase.

“Don't let me being in here stop you from getting dressed.”

“y/n.” Kate said.

“Kate.” You responded.

“You're gonna have to wait a little while longer if you want a show.”

“Fine.” You mumbled as you walked towards Kate. Standing in front of the woman, you ran your fingers up and down her arms, watching as her hairs stood up on edge. “Maybe later.”

“In your dreams, y/l/n.”

“Don't be too long, we’ve got reservations at 5.”

“We still have half an hour.”

“Better hurry up then.” You smirked as you walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you and sat on the sofa in the main area of the suite.

Before you knew it, Kate was already dressed and ready to go. She caught your attention by opening the bedroom door, making you look up from your phone. She stood by the door in a black pantsuit, looking absolutely stunning.

Standing up from your seat, you patted yourself down and walked your way closer to Kate.

“You look breathtaking.” You said, your voice just coming out above a whisper.

“Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself.”

“You ready to go?”

“Lead the way.”

The two of you walked out of your room and to the elevator. Pressing the button for the rooftop, you both waited in a comfortable silence until the elevator came to a stop.

Letting Kate out first, you placed your hand at the small of her back and guided her where to go.

You were quickly greeted by a waiter, who then led the two of you to your seats. You pulled out Kate's chair and made sure she was comfortable before you sat down.

“Such a gentlewoman.” Kate teased.

“And people say romance is dead.” You chuckled as you handed Kate a menu.

“How foolish of them.” Kate smiled as she placed her hand atop yours.

Smiling towards the archer you turned your hand over so you could properly hold her hand. That action alone was enough to make the both of you blush.

“We make a pretty good couple.” Kate whispered.

“Simply the best.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower shone brightly in contrast to the night sky.

Kate tried to take in everything, her head darting around at the scenery. Pointing out small details that she could see or anything that would bring even a tiny smile to her face.

“It really is beautiful.” Kate said as she focused on the Eiffel Tower.

“So beautiful.” You muttered, instead you weren't looking at the view per se you were looking at Kate.

“Bonjour.” The waiter greeted. “What can I get for you this evening?”

The dinner was lovely, both you and Kate had a wonderful time but unfortunately it had to come to an end. The two of you were finishing up dessert when you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

Being as subtle as possible you managed to figure out what was going on. Two men, dressed in well made suits, looked like they were up to no good. Tapping Kate's hand, you gestured over her shoulder at the two men.

“They’re the people we’re here for.” You whispered.

“What are they doing up here?” Kate questioned.

“I don't know, but I think we should find out.”

Standing up, the two of you quickly made your way to where the two men were. Looking around, you couldn’t find them anywhere.

“Where could they have gone?” Kate asked.

Just on que the two men came back into view, only this time much closer. Thinking quickly you pushed Kate to a nearby wall and placed your lips on hers. 

Eyes wide open in shock, it took a little while for Kate to relax into the kiss. It wasn't how either of you wanted to have your first kiss with each other but it was better than being caught.

Once the two men were finally out of sight, you pulled away from a very flustered looking Kate. Her hair standing in all different directions, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to regulate her breathing. But to you she still looked like a goddess.

“I think they went that way.” You said as you pointed down a hallway.

Not being able to speak, Kate only nodded and the two of you took off in the direction of the men.

The both of you somehow ended up in the kitchens where all the chefs were preparing everyone's food. Everyone dressed in white except the two men who were just about seen leaving through the back door.

Still hot on their tail, you and Kate were walking behind them until they suddenly turned around.

Thinking fast, you pulled Kate into what seemed to be a broom cupboard. Both your bodies pressed up against each other, chests rising and falling at the same time.

As Kate was going to talk the voices of the two men got closer and closer so you gently placed a hand over her mouth and you leaned in so your mouth was by her ear.

“Don’t make a sound.” You whispered. Pulling back slightly, you saw Kate nod.

You don't know how long the two of you were in the broom cupboard for but it felt like a lifetime. Every bone in your body screaming at you to make some form of a move.

“I think we should call it a night.” Kate mumbled against your hand.

“Yeah, we have all week to catch them.”

Stumbling out of the broom cupboard, you both make your way back to your suite. The once comfortable silence was replaced with one of uncertainty, that and due to the fact that there was a massive elephant in the room, which neither of you were ready to bring up.

Trailing back into your suite you let Kate get ready for bed before yourself. Whilst Kate was doing her nightly routine you were checking over all the small pieces of information on the two men that you had spotted earlier.

“Found anything interesting?” Kate asked as she came out of the room in her pyjamas which consisted of one of your old t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

“Nice top.” You smirked. “I must admit, it looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

“It looked comfy.” Kate shrugged as she sat beside you on the sofa, knees brushing against each other.

“The two guys we spotted earlier are the main thugs we need to catch.” You said, pointing to a file which consisted of all the gang members. “They are the ones running the whole operation.”

“And what is that exactly?”

“In their words, human extinction, in mine, a tiny weapon that could blow up a building at max.”

“So why are we exactly doing a stakeout mission for something as small as that?”

“Steve is just worried that they could be building something bigger.”

“If he’s so worried, why isn't he on this mission?”

“That would be Nat’s doing.” You mumbled as you fiddled with a crumpled post it note.

“I’m lost.” Kate said, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“It's nothing you need to worry about.” You smiled as you patted your hands on your knees before standing up. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“Oh, okay.” Kate said. “How long will you be?”

“Not long, don’t worry. You can even go to bed now, I'll change in the bathroom. There's no reason for you to wait for me.”

And with that, you left Kate on her own whilst you grabbed your things before getting ready for bed. After having a quick shower, brushing your teeth and putting on your pyjamas, you were ready for bed.

Sighing to yourself quietly you thought back to what Natasha wrote on the post it note that she had stuck in one of the folders. You uncrumpled the tiny piece of yellow paper and re-read what was written down.

‘Have fun spending a week in the city of love with the love of your life. It doesn't matter if you don't complete the mission, Clint and I are staying in a different hotel doing the same thing. I just made Steve send the two of you to have some quality time together. If you know what i mean ;)

You don’t actually have to do the mission, Clint and I have it handled. Just enjoy your time in Paris and maybe you’ll come home with a girlfriend. You may hate me now, but you’ll thank me later.

Your favourite person in the whole wide world, Nat’

Turning off the bathroom light as you walked out, closing the door behind you. You saw Kate sitting up against the headboard of the bed scrolling through her phone. Sending her a smile you placed your things on top of your suitcase and slid into bed beside her.

Turning off her phone and placing it on her nightstand, Kate got herself comfortable under the covers. You put your phone on charge and did the same thing by making sure you and Kate both had enough covers to keep you warm.

The two of you were facing each other on your sides. You leaning on your right with Kate leaning on her left. You both didn't say anything, just basking in the silence that surrounded the two of you.

“I feel like we should talk about what happened.” Kate whispered, trying not to break whatever atmosphere that was created.

“Which part?” You responded.

“The kiss.” Kate said, getting straight to the point.

“Right.” You coughed. “What about it?”

“Why’d you do it?”

“Uh, we would’ve got caught by those guys.”

“Was it really necessary for you to push me up against a wall and kiss me?”

“I’m sorry if I overstepped any boundaries but I didn't want to mess up the mission on the first night.”

“No, no, you're all good. I’m just a little confused that's all.”

“What's there to be confused about?”

“Nothing, don’t worry. We should get some sleep.”

“Right. Yeah.” You trailed off. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

You don't know when you fell asleep but you were awoken by a heavy weight on top of you. Looking down you saw Kate cuddled into your chest. Trying not to wake her, reaching over to the nightstand you grab your phone.

The time read 8:23. It was still early so you decided to stay how you were and let Kate sleep for a little while longer. Your mind kept thinking back to the note Natasha had slipped into one of the folders. Deciding to do something about it you text Nat.

                                                                                      Kate and I aren't really on a mission are we?

read 8:23

Took you long

enough to figure it out

read 8:24

Why did Steve send

us to Paris?

read 8:24

It was my idea

read 8:24

I know that

delivered 8:24

But why Paris?

You could have sent us

literally anywhere

else in the world

read 8:25

It's not called the

city of love for no reason

read 8:27

Nothing will ever

happen between us

read 8:27

But you want something too?

read 8:27

You know I do

delivered 8:28

But what if she

doesn't feel the same way?

read 8:28

You won't know until you

say something

delivered 8:28

Just tell her Steve called

you saying the guys were

caught and that you can

stay in Paris for the remainder

of the week. That way you can

have proper alone time and

make it as romantic as possible

read 8:29

She won't buy that i mean she’s

literally asleep on me right now.

Plus she’ll know some things up

or even worse she’d want to go

home because she doesn't

like me!

read 8:29

Oh yeah, how do you

like the bed situation?

read 8:29

Not funny, Nat                                                                                                           delivered 8:29

You're meant to

be helping me                                                            

read 8:30

I am, clearly, I mean

she’s asleep on you

read 8:30

She doesn't know it though,

she did it unconsciously

read 8:30

It still means something, she

found the comfort in you to even

sleep next to you. The cuddling is

just a plus

delivered 8:30

Look i’ve got to go and actually do

the mission so enjoy your time and

relax a little, you never know what

might happen. And you may

thank me later

read 8:31

Mhm, sure. Have fun

catching bad guys

read 8:31

Will do, have fun with

the love of your life

read 8:31

I’m going to kill you

when we get back                 

read 8:31

I’d like to see you try

seen 8:32

As soon as you stopped texting Nat, Kate's body started to shift, her eyes fluttering open as she adjusted to the sun beaming through the curtains.

“Morning.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry, you must’ve been uncomfy.” Kate said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and gently moved off of you.

“It’s alright. You looked peaceful and i didnt want to wake you up.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not long, maybe ten minutes or so.”

“Have you figured out anything else about those guys yesterday?”

“About that.” You coughed, shifting around a little. “Steve called and said that they were caught last night after we went back up to our room.”

“That's good then.” Kate said, trying to sound happy but it came out as somewhat dejected. “We get to go home, atleast.”

“Or, Steve- um, Steve said we could spend the rest of the week in Paris?”

“What could we do?”

“Anything, anything yo- we want.” You smiled.

“Can we go to the Louvre?”

“I didn't paint you to like artwork, Miss Bishop.”

“Nice pun and its Mrs. y/l/n to you.”

“We’re no longer doing the mission so i’m taking that as you like me and want to marry me.” You teased as you made your way out of bed.

“No, absolutely not.” Kate said as she scrambled out of the bed.

“Mhm, you love me.” You smirked, dragging out the ‘o’ in love and walking towards the archer.

“Maybe we can use it to our advantage?”

“What? You being in love with me?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as you closed the proximity between the two of you.

“No, well as an act. We’ve got the rings. We can act like we’re married and get all sorts of benefits.”

“I like your thinking Mrs. y/l/n.”

“Thank you Mrs. y/l/n. I can't wait for all the free dessert.”

“Don't get too ahead of yourself.” You chuckled. “We may only be congratulated.”

“Don’t be such a party pooper. We will get everything for free.” Kate shouted as she let a childish grin take place across her features.

A couple days went by and everything was perfect. You and Kate were getting on immensely well. You even thought about admitting your feelings a couple of times but it suddenly started to go downhill.

After a lovely day walking around the streets of Paris, seeing what the beautiful city had to offer, Kate became more and more distant. You thought nothing of it so you decided that she may sleep whatever she was feeling off.

You were wrong.

It was the next morning and you were already up and out of bed. Leaving Kate to sleep in, like most mornings, you ordered some breakfast. Nothing too fancy, just something to fill you up.

When room service came knocking on your door you quietly welcomed them in to set everything up for you and Kate. They were quick to put all the plates of food out and they were out within a second.

Walking back into the bedroom you gently sat down next to Kate and slowly tried to wake her up. Running your fingers through her hair softly, you whispered her name a couple of times before she finally woke up.

“Hey, sleepy head. I got us some breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get up in a bit.” Kate grumbled.

“Hurry up otherwise it will get cold.”

Walking back out of the bedroom and to your food, you sat down on the sofa with your breakfast. The tv playing friends on a low volume seemed to fit perfectly with the cold, autumn atmosphere outside.

Kate stumbled out of the bedroom, gathering her breakfast before sitting down beside you. The archer had stolen another one of your t-shirts but you couldn't complain when it brought you a warm, fluttering feeling inside.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you both watched Monica get her head stuck in a turkey.

As the episode went on you started to notice Kate shift more and more. Quickly picking up on the fact that she's actively avoiding any eye contact and she’s slowly making her way to the other end of the sofa, a lot further away from you.

It hurt a little, not knowing why Kate was acting like this, but there must be some logical explanation behind it, right?

“Kate?” You asked, making Kate hum in acknowledgement, still not looking you in the eye. “What up? You’ve been acting funny all morning.”

“Nothing's up. I’m perfectly fine, perfectly normal.”

“C’mon Kate, you can tell me anything.”

“I said I was fine! Can't you just drop it?” Kate said and she suddenly raised her voice, standing up, running her hand through her hair.

“Woah, okay, no need to get all defensive.” You said, standing up as well.

“No need to be asking all those questions.” Kate fired back.

“I was just trying to make sure you're okay?” You replied. “I don't get why you're acting like this.”

“Because you're suffocating me y/n! God!” Kate shouted, starting to pace around the suite.

“Suffocating you? How?!” You respond, gobsmacked.

“You're everywhere. You're around me twenty-four seven, you won't even let me have my own thoughts! Youre in my god damn dreams for fuck sake!”

“That's what this is about?” You said, turning your head to look at Kate properly as she stood to your side. “You dream about me? You constantly think about me?”

Stopping in her tracks, Kate realises she had slipped up. Exhaling a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down, she straightens up her posture and looks directly in your eyes.

“What is it to you?”

“Tell me.” You said as you slowly walked towards Kate, making her back up until she eventually felt her back hit a wall behind her.

There was nowhere to go, she was stuck between you and a wall, your perfume surrounding her senses. You felt so intoxicating and Kate loved it.

“What?”

“Tell me what you dreamed about. Tell me why I'm always on your mind.”

The close proximity between the two of you was sending Kate’s mind into a frenzy, struggling to get her mouth to form any words, she bows her head down, embarrassed.

Gently placing a hand underneath her chin, you use your forefinger and thumb to lift her head back up so she is facing you again.

“Look at me.” You whispered, your voice coming out gently but it still had a demanding back bone to it. “Tell me why.”

“I can't,” Kate stammered.

“If you tell me, I might make it happen.”

“Y/n, please, i can’t-”

“You can. I know you can.”

“I’ve had the same dream every night since we kissed in that corridor trying to catch those guys.”

“Keep going.”

“It always starts and ends the same. Just like we were, chasing those men to you pushing me up against that wall and kissing me.”

“Anything else?”

“No.” Kate whispered shakily.

“No?” You questioned, head tilting as you leaned close to her ear. “There's more, isn't there?”

“Yes.” Kate mutters, cursing herself for feeling this way, easily giving into you. “When you pulled me into the broom cupboard you didn't tell me to be quiet in the way that if we were caught the men would find us instead it was so no one found us.”

“Oh?”

Kate’s breathing was erratic, her heart practically beating out of her chest.

“What are you doing to me y/n?” Kate asked. “I can hardly function around you.”

“Same with me, you’ve got me hooked.” You whispered as you ghosted your lips over the woman in front of you.

Neither of you moved. It was like a stalemate waiting for the other to move before you, unsure of what their action would be.

“I really want to kiss you.” Kate muttered.

“I really want to kiss you too.”

“So do it.”

That was all you needed to hear. Serging forward you crash your lips against hers. The kiss was slow and passionate before it turned into one of want and need very quickly. Your hands took a hold of Kate’s waist and pulled her into you.

Kate wrapped her arms around your shoulders, hand tangling in your hair. Testing the waters a little, you pushed your knee between her thighs. Unexpectedly, Kate let out a soft moan at the sensation.

The kiss broke naturally, leaving pecks as you moved your face away from Kates. The archer was almost sitting on your thigh at this point, her whole body weight leaning on yours.

The two of you smiled at each other, not really knowing what else to do, just enjoying the atmosphere you had created.

“I really like you.” You said softly.

“I really like you too.” Kate replied with a smile. “What does this make us?”

“Whatever you want us to be.”

“I want us to be girlfriends.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” You beamed. Backing away from Kate slightly you got down on one knee and looked up into her eyes. “Kate Bishop, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course.” Kate chuckled as she placed both her hands on your cheeks to bring you back up so you were face to face. “You're a dork.”

“Yeah, but I'm your dork.” You smiled as you placed a kiss on Kate's lips.

“That was very cheesy.”

“Yeah it kinda made me want to throw up.”

“Oh no! Get a medic.” Kate chuckled.

“C’mon let's continue watching friends, this time we can cuddle instead of you practically falling off the sofa to get away from me.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny.”

Chuckling between yourselves, you lifted Kate up making her squeal and you carried her to the sofa before sitting down with her in your lap.

“This is much better.” Kate whispered as she snuggled into your side.

“So much better.”

[natashaismylove]

G!p reader and natasha run away to Norway together and sleeps with each other on the run? Some soft sex maybe. Could you do an angst ending too?

Fugitives |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha and y/n are both too scared to admit their feelings for one another. As the team splits up and both of them go into hiding, they finally find themselves in a situation where they can be together.

Pairing: g!p reader x Natasha 

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, g!p reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, begging, breeding kink, slight pain kink, mention of pregnancy, death. 18+ minors DNI.

Word count: 3001

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For once in my life I made the decision to follow my heart instead of my head. I wasn’t quite sure who’s side to be on, but whether or not I had made the right choice remained unclear. Steve was adamant about Bucky’s innocence and his refusal to back down on it made me trust his instinct, something I didn't do very often.

I’d always been a logical person, trusting facts over emotions. Things made sense to me when I had a clear definite answer or reason instead of ideas or personal opinions. I had the facts which said that the Avengers had done a lot of harm over the years, too much collateral damage for it to be ethical or humane.

What I also had was the knowledge of how much good we had done and the extreme amount of damage that would’ve happened if we hadn’t stepped in. This plus Tony’s refusal to take accountability for his own mistakes pushed me to support Steve’s side. 

I didn’t mix emotions with any form of decisions I had to make and I never had. Still, it felt horrible to have to stand across from Natasha once they caught up with us in Germany. The way her eyes met mine immediately and the words she had spoken just a day prior rang in my head. The way she had tried to convince me to sign the accords, “Do the right thing.” she had said.

Watching as Steve and Bucky boarded the jet, having seen the way Natasha had helped them do so eased my mind a tiny bit. It made me feel like maybe it was a chance for us to remain friends and not let this ruin anything between us.

She had been my closest friend since I joined S.H.I.E.L.D a few years ago. We’d always have each other's backs and for the most we had the same opinions on things, hence why it was such a surprise for me once she agreed with Tony.

After Steve and Bucky got away and I heard police sirens in the distance I made the decision to flee. It was either this or get arrested and that just didn’t seem all that logical. I left the airport and tried not to think about what would happen to my friends.

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Third person POV

The TV was on in the background as Natasha absentmindedly stared out into space, thinking about the situation she was in as she had just arrived in Norway to hide out. What mostly plagued her mind were the thoughts of y/n and where she was. Natasha wouldn’t admit it but she always worried about her friend, no matter what either of them were doing.

Other than Clint, y/n was the only person she felt like she could truly trust. Natasha was very aware of her feelings for the other girl, knowing that she was absolutely in love. She never said anything, always kept those thoughts to herself, but whenever the two girls would do regular stuff; cooking together, driving around at night, cuddling while watching a movie, she would always let herself imagine that they were doing this because they were in a relationship.

Their fingers brushing together as she handed Natasha the salt, the smile that covered y/n’s face as she loudly sang along to the songs that were playing through the car. The way she would lie her head on Natasha’s shoulder when she got tired, dozing off in the middle of the movie. All these things made Natasha’s heart glow, and her brain started to whirr with the thoughts and imaginations of them truly being together.

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Natasha let herself focus on the TV as the news started to play, talking about the situation that had gone down in Germany.

“Det har kommet som en stor overraskelse for oss at flere av disse superheltene er nå kriminelle. Captain Amerika er på rømmen, det samme med Black Widow og flere medlemmer av Avengerne. Vi ber dere alle om å være på utkikk og melde politiet hvis dere ser de.” ‘It's a surprise for us all that these superheroes are now criminals. Captain America, Black Widow and other members of the Avengers are now on the run. We ask you all to look out and notify the police if you spot them.’

“Kriminelle, huh?” ‘Criminals, huh?’ you said as you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall next to the door.

Natasha’s head shot towards you, staring at you while trying to figure out how you had found the trailer.

You pushed yourself off of the wall before walking towards the couch Natasha was seated on. “Ja vell da, nå er vi tydeligvis kriminelle. Full av ondskap” ‘Alright then, we’re apparently now criminals. Full of evil.’ You shrugged with a chuckle at your own joke.

“Hey…” Natasha said with a small smile.

You returned her smile before sitting down, placing your hand on her knee. “Hey there.”

Natasha was quick to put her hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. “I was worried about you.”

You gave her a nod, a sad smile played on your lips. “Me too.”

Natasha stared into your eyes, taking a deep breath before letting her gaze drop to your lips. She squeezed your hand a bit while contemplating whether or not she was gonna make a move, the worry of possibly ruining the friendship plagued her mind. She breathed out through her nose before muttering a small “fuck it.” and quickly let go of your hand to cup your face.

She smashed her lips against yours and you reached out to grab onto the couch behind you to not lose balance. Once you realised what was happening you placed your hands on her shoulders and returned the kiss with the same amount of neediness as she was giving. Your lips moved together hungrily, hers parting enough for you to slip your tongue in as you tangled your fingers into her hair.

You tugged lightly on her hair while kissing across her jaw, the sigh she let out as her head was pulled back sounded like music to your ears. You trailed kisses down her neck, leaving marks in a momentary flash of possessiveness. The way she held onto your body made your heart soar, the small moans she let out as you made your way back up her neck was all you needed to pull her onto your lap.

You placed your lips back on hers, letting out a small chuckle against them as she started to desperately move her lips against yours, absentmindedly rocking her hips back and forth as she straddled you. Her lips were soft and warm, a comforting feeling you’d replay in your mind over and over again later in life.

You nipped at her lips, lightly biting onto it before kissing the area, moving your hands down to hold onto her hips. “Shit, Tasha…” you breathed out.

“Fuck me, please.” she spoke against your lips before kissing you again.

You used one hand to cradle her head as you made out, the other one wrapped around her back as you moved her to lie underneath you on the couch. Your hands made way to her jacket which you unzipped quickly, allowing Natasha to throw it onto the ground next to you. Her shirt was quickly pulled over her head to join the jacket on the ground, the other clothing items soon following.

As she laid under you, naked with her hair messily framing her head, her chest moving up and down as she breathed heavily, you couldn’t help but reach out to gently brush your fingers over her cheek, tracing her features slowly while she looked up at you, burning them into your memory.

“Please, y/n…” she whispered.

You smiled and nodded, pulling your shirt over your head, not caring where it landed before you moved onto your pants. Once all your clothes were gone you slowly bent down, placing a delicate kiss onto her lips before doing the same to her cheek.

“You’re sure about this?” you questioned her.

She gave a nod back, smiling so softly up at you that you felt like you could just melt. “Never been more sure about anything.”

You parted her legs a bit more, moving the head of your cock against her hole. You kept your eyes on her the entire time, making sure she was alright as you slowly moved your cock into her.

Her lips parted as her eyes closed, a breathy moan left her as you filled her up. She wrapped her arms around your back, pushing you completely down onto her. Once you were fully in you gave her a moment to adjust, get used to the feeling of you inside of her.

You kissed her neck before holding yourself up on your forearms. “Just tell me when.”

She took a few breaths before smiling. “Please move.”

You dragged your hips back before bucking into her, watching her face intently, but the only thing you could see on it was pleasure and lust. Once again you moved out of her and thrusted back in, getting moans out of her as you fell into a rhythm.

You brushed her hair away from her face before quickening your movements, wrapping one arm around her back to slightly lift her hips up and try to find the right angle to make her scream. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pushing you deeper inside of her as you hit her spot repeatedly.

“Holy shit, y/n~” she moaned.

“You feel so amazing, Nat…” you laid your head into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily against it which caused shivers to go down Natasha’s spine. “so so perfect…”

“I love you~”

You let out a happy chuckle before holding onto her tighter, nodding against her. “I love you too, so much.”

You moved your hand from under her before sliding it down between the two of you, finding her clit easily before putting some pressure on it. Her eyes shut tightly and you took it as a signal to move your fingers in small circles. Her nails dug into your back but you didn’t care, the thought of having some marks to remind you of this only fueled you to go faster.

She was moaning into your ear, still holding you down so you were chest to chest. You could feel her clenching around you, a sign that told you she was getting closer. Your fingers worked at a quicker pace, your hips bucking into her to reach as deep inside as you could.

“You wanna cum for me?” you spoke into her ear before lightly biting her ear lobe.

She nodded quickly, her nails raking down your skin so deliciously. “Please, so badly~”

“Good. I want to feel you cum, don’t hold anything back, alright?”

She gave another nod, her face scrunched up in pleasure for you to see as you lifted your head a bit. With both the works of your fingers against her clit and your cock inside of her it didn’t take long before her back was arching and she let out a loud moan as she came. You fucked her through her orgasm before wrapping your arms around her back, pulling her up so you could sit with her straddling you again. 

Your arms stayed around her waist and you helped her jump up and down onto your cock, reaching another place inside of her that nearly made her scream. Her hands were in your hair, her forehead pressed against yours as she rocked her hips in circular motions.

“I want to feel you cum as well~” her breath mingled with yours as she spoke.

You nodded, tightening your arms around her as you bounced her on your cock. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna cum, just gotta pull out-”

“No!” she said loudly. “No, don’t pull out please, want to feel you fill me up~”

You shook your head against her. “I’m not wearing a condom, sweetheart.”

“Don’t care.” she said out of breath as she kept jumping on your cock, the feeling of her around you had nearly made you cum so many times already. “Fill me up, breed me, get me pregnant, I don’t care~”

“Nat-”

“Please, y/n, just please fill me up, make me all big and round with your babies, it’s all I want.” she kept pleading, her eyes closed and her face full of bliss from her previous orgasm.

Your face scrunched up as you tried to hold back, tried to tell yourself that she was just talking nonsense from all the pleasure, that she didn’t really mean it. Somehow she still managed to convince you as you started to thrust your hips up into her.

“Fucking hell, fine-” you grunted, pushing her face into your neck as you held onto her while fucking up into her.

“Fuck me pregnant~” she moaned into your ear, clinging onto you as she waited for you to cum inside of her.

“Holy shit- shit-” you moaned, thrusting up a final time before letting your cum spill into her. Her body was shaking against yours, the clenching she was doing around you let you know that she had cum again. Your hands caressed her back gently as she moved her head from your neck to look at you.

A big but tired smile covered her face before she kissed you, sighing against your lips before pulling away. 

“Thank you.” she said softly.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before hugging her tightly. “I love you.”

---

What else could replay in your mind as you looked around the scenery but that memory. The time you two finally realised how much you meant to each other. 

A small hand tugged on yours and brought you out of your thoughts as you looked down at the little girl. You crouched down in front of her before kissing her forehead. “I love you. Mommy and I love you and we always will, no matter what.”

At 2 years old you knew she couldn’t understand the concept of death. In reality that wasn’t something you ever wanted your daughter to know anyways, but life turned out a different way. You held onto her before lifting her up, placing her on your hip as you walked closer to the grave.

You pointed at it before smiling at her. “This is where you can go to talk to mommy, ok? And she might not respond, but you’ll always know she’s listening. She’s watching us from above now, making sure we’re always ok.”

Emma nodded slowly before placing her hand against your nose, her tiny fingers wrapping around it before quickly pulling away as she giggled. “I got your nose.”

You gave her a big smile before kissing her cheek. “No fair, give it back.” you fake pouted.

She giggled again while shaking her head. “No.”

You didn’t expect to be here. It’s been seven years since you found out your then girlfriend was pregnant, although it had only been almost three years for you. You’d been ecstatic, found a cottage for you guys in the woods in Norway that you immediately started renovating. You had made it all so incredibly homy, a nice nursery with lots of toys was placed besides your bedroom.

You got married, a small wedding with only Yelena present as the officiant, and you had just celebrated Emma’s second birthday when Steve had showed up, telling you guys that they needed your help. You and Natasha had agreed that she would go and you’d stay and take care of your daughter, as much as the thought of her leaving hurt you. It was barely a blink of an eye that everything had changed. The windows of your home were suddenly shattered, the entire place dark and glass shards were scattered on the floor, plants growing through the floor cracks and moss on the walls.

You’d held Emma tightly as she cried, your own confusion weighing heavy on your head as your home had been in perfect shape just a second ago. You went back to America, only to find a funeral for Tony and Steve with a grim expression as he approached you.

You’d found Yelena again after, the two of you ended up being great friends and sister in laws in the two years you spent with each other as she stayed with you guys. You found out about Natasha’s grave from her, where you were now standing with your daughter, trying to stay strong for her.

You put Emma down and watched as she ran over to her auntie Yelena to play with her dog, and you turned your gaze back to your Wife’s grave, a sad smile on your lips as you reached out to touch the stone.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You did everything to protect us and you succeeded. I’ll always love you and I’ll make sure Emma knows all about her mom.” you spoke, a tear running down your cheek as you hoped so dearly that somehow in the afterlife she could hear you. “You can rest now.”

[bucky-bucket-barnes]

when it all falls apart

Summary: The fate of the universe was in your hands. Bucky and you had been sent to retrieve the soul stone, a seemingly simple task. Unbeknownst to you, there was a hefty price to pay for such an exchange. You’re able to return to Earth, but it’s soon apparent part of you was left in Vormir.

Pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Warnings: major angst, some fluff, swearing, major character death.

Word Count: 8.1k

Disclaimer: In this AU, Bucky didn’t get snapped and you two got the soul stone instead of Nat and Clint. Natasha is still alive in this universe.

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If it weren’t for the circumstances, Vormir would have been one of the most breathtaking places you’d ever been to. The cool sand seemed to slide off your shoes seamlessly and the eternal sunset that peaked over the land reflected a warm purple color off of Bucky’s and your skin. If Bucky tried hard enough, he could momentarily convince himself that this was just a stroll on the beach for you two, that the fate of the universe wasn’t dependent on getting that stone.

But it was. So there you were. Hand in hand, silently hoping to leave this majestic place for more familiar scenery back home.

“I love you,” Bucky spoke, eyes remaining at the rocky mountain ahead.

“Don’t say that.”

“I do.”

“You make it sound like we’re going to die. Save it for when we get back home.” You were trying your best to stay collected, keep cool, but you were hanging on by a thread. The weight of what you had to do hadn’t dawned on you until you got to Vormir.

His eyes travelled over to you, giving you a melancholic look. In return you gave him a weak smile. As you further trekked towards the mountain, you knew something was wrong. Where was the battle? Where was the fight? It felt too easy, too simple to just climb a hill and claim one of the most powerful items in the cosmo. You knew something was wrong. He did too.

If only you both understood the dire fate you were about to become entangled in.

“After this, we should get married.”

“Bucky-”

“I’m serious,” he confessed, stopping to look directly at you. “I know I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why shouldn’t we?”

You halted your movements to return your lover’s gaze. Sighing, you corrected lightly, “You’re just saying that because you feel like the world is ending.”

“Maybe because it is.”

“It’s been ending for the past five years,” you said, taking his hand back into yours to pull him along to your final destination.

“All the more reason. Doll, say yes and we get back and ditch this life for something simpler. Just you and me.”

“Buck-”

“Welcome,” an unfamiliar voice spoke out as you reached the peak of the rocky structure. You both whipped out your weapons, taking a defensive stance. A shadowy figure emerged from behind one of the stones, cloaked in a cape of darkness, face blood red. Not an ounce of flesh clung to his body, revealing an unnaturally bony figure.

“Bucky, son of Winnifred. Y/N, daughter of-”

“Cut the crap, what’s your game?” you spat, still ready to attack.

“There’s no game. I’m just a guide to the soul stone.” Bucky lowered his weapons, detecting this man was no threat to either of you. Not here, at least.

“How about you show us and we’ll be on our way,” he said, placing his gun back into its holster.

The stranger with the velvet face shook his head lightly in disappointment. “If only it were that easy.” Turning, he approached the edge of the cliff, Bucky and you cautiously following.

You looked over, seeing nothing but a long drop to the bottom, filled with uneven ground and rough terrain. “So the stone is down there?”

“To obtain the stone, one must lose which they love. The other must lose their life. A soul for a soul.”

For a few minutes, Bucky and you assessed your options.

You now leaned against one of the rocky walls, gazing out into the lovely dusk. Bucky paced slowly, trying to figure out what to do, if there was another way.

“He’s lying.”

“I don’t think he is,” you replied, nervously fixating on your hands.

“Why not?”

“Think about it, Buck. Thanos came here with Gamora and left with the stone, but not his daughter. . .”

You two knew what had to be done, but saying it out loud is what made the weight fall upon your shoulders. Although not tangible, it was suffocating at best and harrowing at worst.

You now shifted your position from the wall and stood at Bucky’s side. You both faced out to the edge, only feet away from obtaining the soul stone, looking out.

“If we don’t get that stone. . .” he spoke quietly.

“Billions stay gone. . .”

“I guess we know what we have to do.”

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

You turned to face each other, slowly. His faded eyes beamed into yours. You took the moment to remember his face, bask in it just one last time.

The bluest sea.

The quietest breath.

The strongest jaw.

The saddest eyes.

You rested your foreheads together, lacing your hands with the others. Bucky was ready to crumble at that moment, but he refused to cry. He didn’t want the last memory you saw of him to be such a tragic one.

“The answer’s yes.” You let out a weak smile, eyes closed.

His eyes remained shut as well, but he heard the grin in your cadence. “We’ll have to start planning when we get back, then. You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.” His voice remained low, stricken with grief.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“Hey,” he cooed, “‘I love you’s are only for the dying.” You sniffled as you let out a defeated laugh in response. “I love you too.”

He pulled his forehead back from yours, studying you. His hand cupped around your cheek and wiped a silent tear that threatened to spill over. Don’t cry for me, now.

“Another lifetime maybe?”

“I’m just sad it couldn’t have been this one.” He gently laid a kiss upon your forehead, lingering for longer than he meant to; he was just making it harder for himself. It was supposed to make up for the words he’d never get to say, the moments you’d never get to share. Taking your hand in his, he gently laid a kiss upon the back of it. For later. Finally, he gave it one last squeeze before letting go.

Simultaneously, you both turned to walk towards the edge. Your heads snapped immediately into the direction of the other.

“I don’t think we meant the same thing,” he said lowly.

“Seems like we have different ideas of who’s going.” Your voice remained steady.

“You have to let me do this.”

“I can’t.”

“You have to.”

“I won’t.”

Like machine work, he gathered all his strength to toss you as far back as he could to the ground before he started bolting towards the rocky ledge. Grunting, you shot up and ignored the pain in your side to pursue him. Your adrenaline began to surge as you pounced him, taking him down as he swiftly moved.

“Please don’t make me fight you,” he begged.

“Bucky, you’re not going,” you commanded, frustration and sorrow arising in your voice.

He shoved you off of him and went to regain his footing. Before he could begin to run again, you conjured rocks out of the ground and wrapped them around his feet, causing him to come to an aggressive halt midmotion. You surpassed where he was quickly and dashed off the side of the cliff, free falling for only seconds before Bucky collided into your body.

Bucky wrapped his flesh arm around you and used his remaining metal one to grab on for dear life to the side of the jagged rocks. Now there you were, dangling, Bucky’s arm being the only tether you had left keeping you from a long way down.

“Bucky,” you breathed, “you have to let me go.”

“There’s no me without you, I can’t.” Tears were beginning to brim his eyes as he desperately tried to think of a way to get you back home.

Bucky’s grip was slowly slipping on you. Your fingers were finding ways to escape his grasp, shuffling and twisting, making it harder to keep a study hold. This was the way it had to be.

“We’re going to be okay, I promise.”

It was hitting him, there wasn’t anything else he could do. Your hold was too loose, he’d never be able to pull you back up. In that brief second, as he stared down at the love of his life, he contemplated letting his arm go, falling with you. He knew it’d be selfish, that you would’ve died in vain, that they’d never get the soul stone, that the world would have perished because of him, but his mind was a cloudy mess. He couldn’t begin to fathom a life with you.

Before you started your spiral down, he took one final moment to take in all the features he’d never see again. The ones that kept him safe at night, the ones that’d now haunt his dreams.

The softest lips.

The starriest gaze.

The truest heart.

The warmest smile.

One by one, your fingers released themselves from Bucky's hold, try as he might to keep his grasp on you. You were now falling, making your way down. You felt the air slide between your fingers as they left the safety of Bucky’s. The smell of the cold wind stung your nose as your further plummeted. Even from halfway down, you could see a pair of desperate blue eyes looking down at you. The final thing you heard was the blood curdling scream Bucky let out, the swan song of your love. The last thing you tasted was the grotesque flavor of metal that came with blood.

-

The world was smiling again, in all her glory. Families had been reunited, friendships were brought back together, and the sun seemed to be shining on the Earth once again. All was well.

Well, for most anyways.

There were those who crumbled under the wait. Faces that used to be called home were different now, unfamiliar. Some learned to move on, starting new lives without those from before. Others suffocated in the waves of the past.

Bucky returned with the stone.

They saved the world.

You saved the world.

He was supposed to be happy, joyful as the rest of the Earth. You died a hero, a true martyr. People sang your name in praise and for generations to come children would learn of your sacrifice. You died for a cause and that was supposed to help coax the pain. It never did, though.

There were nights where he’d wake up, aching for your touch once more, whispering your name. No matter how hard he hoped or how much he tried, he could never conjure you. You were a memory, a picture in the hallway, a piece of the past.

Bucky had always been a reclusive person, but your passing amplified his hermit tendencies. He never ventured out anymore. He confined himself to the small house you used to share, barely leaving the bedroom most days. The coffee cup you last used remained on the counter, undisturbed. He refused to move any of your things out, despite what everyone suggested. He couldn’t corrupt the last remaining traces of you. The team sent their condolences, words of pity to try to console him.

They’ll never understand. They didn’t know her like I did.

Of course, visitors came, not in droves, but a fair amount. As the days passed, they stopped coming by and Bucky stopped asking for them. What was the point? They couldn’t give him what he wanted.

The last person from the team to see him was Wanda. It was a brisk early winter night, not a star in the sky or a flake of snow on the ground. She stood at his door, hands in pockets, shielding what she could from the cold. It had been two months since that day.

He creaked the door open, looking out to see a familiar face, red hair tucked inside her coat hood.

“You look like shit.” His face had noticeably grown gaunt and his flesh was a sickly pale color. He looked beyond exhausted.

“It’s nice to see you too.” He was too tired to quip back.

“Can I come in?” Without saying a word, Bucky turned around to enter back into his house, leaving the door ajar as her only invitation in.

“How have you been?” Wanda asked, stepping in, taking in the house around her. Unopened mail piled up near the door greeted her. As she passed by the coat hanger, her fingers quickly lingered at the fabric of one of your jackets. If she didn’t know any better, it was almost like you were still there. Your shoes were still neatly placed near the door where you’d left them, your keys still on their usual hook.

“Never better,” he replied flatly.

“Bucky,” she sighed, “I want to help, but you can’t keep shutting me out like this.” She followed him into the kitchen where he stood, opposite the counter to her.

“Maybe I don’t want your help!” he barked back. He hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but he had grown so frustrated. He didn’t want sympathy, he wanted you. No amount of I’m sorry or this is what she would’ve wanted eased the ripping sensation in his chest.

“You’re not the only person who lost somebody,” she snapped.

Vision.

Steve.

Tony.

Gone.

Bucky sighed. He hadn’t realized how hard his hands were gripping onto the kitchen counter, knuckles turning white from the strain. She was right. “I’m sorry.”

“She was my friend too.”

“I know.”

Wanda sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. “I don’t even know why I came here.”

“Wait.” Bucky released his grip from the counter, looking up at her. “Stay, please”

Wanda nodded silently. Bucky decided to concoct a small pot of tea to fill the silence. Despite being best friends with you, Wanda and Bucky never talked much. It wasn’t because they didn’t get along necessarily, they just existed as separate pieces of your life.

It wasn’t until now that they realized they were the closest thing the other had to a family left. The world had learned to move on without them. They were both caught in a state of purgatory, seemingly endless mourning. What bound them was that nasty sting of survivor’s guilt. The phrase it should’ve been me played in their minds like a broken record.

They sat on the couch, ignoring the piping tea Bucky made and instead opted to nurse a beer. It was times like these that Bucky really wished he could just get a little intoxicated, anything to ease his mood.

“Do you see it in your dreams too?” Wanda asked, taking another sip of her drink.

“What?”

“How she died.” A moment of silence paused. “I see Viz sometimes.” Her voice was quiet.

He simmered in the question for a minute. “Every night.”

Bucky heard a quiet sob come from her direction causing him to turn his attention away from his bottle and to her. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“Your thoughts,” she sniffled, “they’re- they’re so loud. I can hear her, Bucky.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. That moment, those few minutes were on an eternal loop in his mind. He didn’t ever really stop thinking about it, but those few times the thought went dormant all he felt was numb. Wasn’t it better to feel sorrow than nothing at all, though? Doesn’t that just prove it was real?

Bucky went to gently place his hand on Wanda’s shoulder for reassurance. In a flash, he was back there, upon that rocky cliff reliving that awful moment. Except this time, Wanda saw it all too. Ripping his hand away abruptly he cursed under his breath. Wanda was now shaking, tears drowning her face.

“Bucky I saw it- I saw her.” She was crying too hard to form a coherent sentence but he knew what she meant. “Oh, Bucky, I’m so sorry.” She pulled him into an embrace, still sobbing. At first he wasn’t sure what to do, the last person he held being you, still trying to register how he felt. Soon enough, he settled into the hug.

Wanda pulled back after a few minutes, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, trying to regain her composure.

“She would’ve made a beautiful bride,” she smiled sadly, picturing her best friend adorned in a gorgeous dress.

“Yeah,” he ached, “she would have.”

“A soul for a soul.” She let the words marinate on her lips.

“A soul for a soul.” He let the words fester like a venom on his tongue.

They sat in the quiet of one another for a moment. Bucky felt awful Wanda had to watch her best friend die, but secretly it was oddly pleasant to share the burden. If he could’ve done the same for her, he would’ve. It was a strange comfort to know it hurt someone as much as it cut him.

“If you could, even if it was just for a while, wouldn’t you bring her back?”

“Wanda. . .” It was wishful thinking. You were gone.

“I miss her.”

“I miss her too.”

“Wouldn’t you do it?”

“You know I would.”

She then got up, excusing herself quickly. She left in a hurry, as if she were running late and thanked Bucky for the cup of tea she hadn’t even sipped. She had work to do.

He went to bed that night, dreaming of that day all over again. Except this time, it ended the way he wanted it; you safe at home and him at the bottom of a rocky tundra.

-

“Child, I am warning you, you’re playing with the natural law,” the Red Skull cautioned sharply.

“Are you going to stop me?” she asked, ready to face any obstacle that came in her way.

“I’m here to warn you. You cannot retrieve the soul. The exchange has been made.”

“You can keep the soul,” she hissed.

With those fateful words, Wanda had sealed your fate.

-

You didn’t know how long you’d been trapped inside the darkness, but once you were pulled from it, it was an abrupt awakening. Your ears continued to ring for a while longer, but you could make out snippets of a heated argument.

What did you do? I saved her. What if it’s no longer her? What did you trade? This is bad, this is bad. She’s back. This isn’t natural. None of what we do is natural.

Your mouth still had the slight taste of blood in it and your body ached, but besides that there weren’t many physical ailments you suffered. You began to open your eyes a little to assess the room. Bucky held tightly onto your hand, too busy ugly crying to see you had awakened. As you finally sat up, everyone in the room quickly turned their attention towards you. You used your free hand to shield yourself from the light.

“Is it really you?” Wanda asked, slowly approaching.

“I believe it is.” Something was different. Not physically perhaps, but you knew something had changed.

Bruce came over to look at your vitals, affirming that you would be fine. Wanda began to smile at you. Internally, though, she was panicking.

She knows.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you so much-”

“Wanda, I need to talk to you,” you cut off Bucky, not paying much mind to his tears. Everyone in the room was taken aback by your bluntness. Like a scorned child, Bucky slowly kissed your hand before leaving the room with the rest of the team. She just needs time.

“I’m different,” you commented, pulling and tugging out the many wires inside your veins to stand up.

“You’re back.” She embraced you, happy to see her friend alive.

“What did you do?” You didn’t bother to return the gesture.

“I got you back,” she sniffled, pulling away to look into your gaze.

You narrowed your eyes. “No, you did something else.”

“Y/N-”

“Fucking tell me, Wanda.” She wasn’t used to this version of you. You were distant, biting with your words. You normally would’ve never spoken to her that way.

“Don’t be mad.” Her tears were now ones of pain instead of joy.

“Fine. Tell me.”

“You don’t have a soul.” She was trying to hold back, not breakdown immediately. She was way in over her head with this one. But she couldn’t lose you and Viz, not if she could help it. You were all she had left.

You stared blankly at her. In your head, you knew that statement was supposed to warrant a reaction, some form of emotion. Nothing. No words came, no strong feelings manifested, so you just continued to look at her absent mindedly. What was there to say?

“But-” she continued.

“But?”

“I can fix this. We just need to ‘borrow’ a piece of someone else’s. It’s not perfect, but it can work.” Wanda wanted to sound convincing, but she wasn’t even sure she believed in herself at that moment. She wasn’t even really sure you would wake up once you were back.

You already had heard enough of her bargaining. You gave it a quick thought before responding. “No.”

“What?” Her face twisted into an expression of confusion and horror. Of all the reactions she pictured, she would’ve never assumed you wouldn’t want it back.

To her further surprise, you began to walk out of the room. There wasn’t anything left for you there, not that you could tell anyways. As you passed Bucky, he went to take your hand and get your attention.

“Doll, is everything alright?” His voice was gentle, eyes still puffy from the recent crying he had just endured.

“Yeah,” you answered, not stopping to look at him as you found your way to the exit.

Nat saw you were in pursuit of the door and casually stepped in front of it, creating a barrier. “Why so eager to head out?” she asked, careful in her tone.

You gave it a second of thought. “There’s nothing here for me.”

“Wanda, what did you do?” Clint wasn’t accusatory in his voice, but there was an underlying sharpness.

“She’s not dangerous, she’s just, she’s just-”

“You’re scared of me?” You asked everyone, inspecting the room. Footsteps were making their way to the nearest exit, others had their hands closed to their weapons, some just shifted nervously, unsure of what to do.

“Wanda, we need to figure out what’s happening or she can’t stay,” Bruce reasoned calmly.

“Like hell she can’t.” Bucky instinctively stepped in front of you. “Wanda is going to fix whatever this is. Right, Wanda?” He was desperate and was beyond horrible at hiding it. He wasn’t going to lose you again, not when he just got you back.

“I can, but-”

“See. She’s going to be okay.” He turned to look at you now, ignoring everyone else in the room. “You’re going to be okay. This must be really hard for you right now. Just like you said, we’re going to be okay, doll.”

“I am okay. Now if you don’t mind I’ll be on my way,” you said matter-of-factly.

“Love,” Bucky whispered dejectedly, “what are you talking about?”

They wouldn’t understand, but you knew you had to try to explain if you ever wanted to make it out without a fight. “My soul’s gone.” The room turned eerily silent. Some eyes turned to Wanda, others remained focused on you.

“Doll-”

“I don’t love you.” Every muscle in the room tensed with shock. This was not the same girl who died at Vormir. “Stop saying doll like it’s going to bring me back. She’s gone. I can’t care about you even if I tried-'' Suddenly, you were hit with a monstrous wave of fatigue.

As you were monologuing, Wanda snuck up behind you and was working her magic. She couldn’t continue to watch this, she didn’t need spells or sorcery to know this was killing Bucky all over again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered before the world went dark once more.

-

“You said you can fix her.”

“I can. I think.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“She wasn’t dead when I got there. She wasn’t alive. Her consciousness was in this sort of limbo state, neither fully in either state. I could pull her from that. But she didn’t have a soul, that was far gone once I got there.”

“That doesn’t sound like solving the problem.”

“I need someone else’s soul, even just a piece. Kind of like a transplant. It would morph into her and she could use it. I just need to find-”

“Use mine.”

“Bucky, I’ve never done this before and I don’t know what might happen. . .”

“Wanda. I said use mine.”

A silence fell between the two. It was only a matter of time before the team would find a way to return you. They loved you, but the person who came from Vormir was barely a shell of the girl they knew. They couldn’t have a mutant with no moral compass running around.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Bucky was really beginning to hate the concept of time. There was never enough of it, always slipping through the cracks of his palms. But there was nothing he wouldn’t do for more time with you.

-

The exchange happened in secret. It is quite a difficult thing to quantify a soul and even more challenging to find a way to split it into two. It was also unknown what the soul determined. You still had your memories without one and you still had desires, but no emotional regard for others. Would taking half of another person’s soul mean you were now that person? Did you feel emotions the way they felt them? Can you run off half of one?

The whole situation was messy, but Bucky and Wanda well knew they were past the point of no return. You couldn’t go back. You couldn’t stay like this. This was the only viable option.

After what felt like centuries of darkness, your body was back once more. The lights, they were all too flashy, too proud. They mocked you, jeered in your face as they reflected off your pupils and announced I was here before you were born and I’ll exist long after you die. Light was a very prideful entity. But the way Bucky made you light up was warm, and soft. It was tender and its rays peppered I love yous along your flesh.

In many ways, having half of Bucky’s soul felt poetic. There’s no me without you. You were now tethered by a celestial bond, something deeper than what was written in the stars. You had a piece of him, you were a piece of him now.

Your eyes flickered open slowly, straining against the dim lamp. This time you were in your normal bed, no wires or needles poked or prodded into your skin. By your side were a nervous Bucky and Wanda, waiting with bated breath.

“Bucky?” your voice rasped.

“Y/N?” His voice was hesitant. He wasn’t sure what to expect anymore.

You immediately jolted up to embrace him. His arms were just as safe as you remembered, his hair just as soft as you ran your fingers through it.

“Buck, I’m so sorry,” you groveled. You had a crystal clear memory of all the hurtful things you had said, the image of a melancholic Bucky and Wanda etched in your mind. “Wanda, I’m sorry,” you hicked into Bucky’s chest.

“Shh,” he reassured you, “It’s okay. We’re okay now.”

“We missed you,” Wanda smiled, tears filling her wide eyes. You got up to hug her. A dizzy spell struck you as you got to your feet, Wanda having to bear some of your weight on her as you fell into a hug.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just a lot,” you smiled through joyous tears.

Life was beginning to look up. Sure, maybe you were a little tired, but that’s expected when you’re essentially resurrected from the dead.

“How long was I gone for?” you asked, sitting back down on the bed.

“Two months,” Bucky answered. Now that the excitement had waned, you saw how haunted he looked. His face was hollowed and his eyes were tinted an autumn red. He was by no means thriving, but he’d never looked so handsome to you.

As you looked at your best friend and your boyfriend by your side, surrounding you with warmth and hugs of reassurance, you knew things were going to be alright.

-

It was the fourth night you had returned. The team had greeted you, albeit hesitantly, and reveled in your comeback. The world knew of your return by your third. You were a hero, an emblem of greatness. It was a strange sight, walking around seeing portraits of your face along the city streets. What hurt most was learning of everyone who died along with you, their faces preserved in the same murals.

Peacefully, you slept next to Bucky, his arms wrapped firmly around you. He never let you out of his sight once you returned. Some would say it was overbearing, borderline clingy, but with the given circumstances you understood why.

You’d slept relatively with ease until that night. It all happened so quickly, rapid fire images. Their screaming. The blood. The horror in their eyes. The snaps and tears of their bodies. You woke up, breathing in deeply. In an attempt to regain your grip on reality you sat up and took a small sip of your water on the nightstand. Bucky felt your weight shift off of him and sat up alongside you.

“Everything okay?” he asked, rubbing circles on your back with his cool metal touch.

“Yeah, just a bad dream.”

“Was it about. . .”

“No. It wasn’t even mine,” you confessed.

Even in the dark, you could easily decipher that Bucky’s face was settled into a confused disposition.

You’d play this scene, many endless nights before. Except you’d usually be consoling Bucky, assuring him he was okay. They were all just dreams, not a reflection of his reality.

“I have your nightmares,” you whispered. It was strangely intimate, to not only hear about them, but live them. Borderline invasive.

“Oh, doll,” he lilted, holding you against his chest as you laid back down. He couldn’t help but feel horrified. He didn’t want you to see, to relive that part of his past.

“Do you have them often?”

“Not anymore.”

“Really?” you asked hopefully, eyes travelling to look up to him. “That’s good.”

“I have nightmares about Vormir instead.”

“I’m back, we’re alright,” you assured, nuzzling deeper into him.

“I know. I’m still scared I’ll wake up sometimes.” He rubbed light circles around your back. “And you’ll disappear again.”

“I’m here to stay.”

“Promise?” He knew you couldn’t.

“Promise.” You weren’t sure. But that was enough to hear for the night. It was all the convincing you two needed for the moment, even if it was capricious. You’d only been back for a few days, there were no signs you were staying or leaving. You fell asleep once more, being lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest. Bucky stayed awake, though. Every moment was precious, too irreplaceable to not enjoy. Sometimes he wished he could stay awake for every minute you shared. The cute face you made when you woke up, the way you tugged at his hand, how you sounded when you sang along with the radio.

You were right in his arms, but he couldn't help but dread this would slip from him again.

-

“I didn’t understand love until I met you. I love you when you’re happy and laughing and I love you when you’re angry with me. I love your messy hair in the mornings and I love your sleepy yawns at night. I love when you say my name loudly and I love when you take my hand mindlessly. There is not a piece of you I haven’t loved since the day I met you. You’re half my soul and my whole life. You’re my sun, my moon, my stars, and my everything. There’s not enough words to describe how much I love you with all my being. I love you, my love.” Tears streamed down his face as he spoke. He had prepared the vows the day you died and now here he was, saying the very same words to you.

Life was a dream, a ray of sunshine once again. He kissed your lips fervently, fearing he might perish if he had to stay another moment away from you.

You were his.

He was yours.

-

The sun peeked through the curtains and onto the kitchen floor. The snow was beginning to melt off the ground and the trees were collecting their green shades back. Birds chirped outside as you continued to make lunch. You heard the light sound of Bucky’s bare feet on the wooden boards as he sneaked up behind you, encaging you in his arms.

It had been three months since you returned. All was okay. You were finally going to be okay. It shouldn’t have happened and you sometimes didn’t believe it yourself, but you were here to stay. Your comeback didn’t come without its obstacles, of course. Running off of half a soul was not a particularly viable way to live. You’d began to grow weaker, slower in your movements. Unlike Bucky, you didn’t have super soldier serum to keep you running. You no longer had your previous geokinesis abilities which meant no more fighting. Bucky and you decided to retire from the Avenger’s because of that, but the extra time together took your mind off your fragile state.

You felt the tinge of Bucky’s stubble against your neck as he kissed it lovingly.

“What are you doing, Mr. Barnes?” you giggled, his beard hair tickling your skin.

“Admiring my wife, Mrs. Barnes.”

The wedding ceremony was modest. You two bought the first rings you saw and married the same night. You’d only been back a week, but you weren’t sure how much longer you had. Time, it was fickle as always. Wanda acted as your maid of honor. The rest of the team also attended. It was the happiest you’d seen any of them in a long time. Glasses clinked in celebration and well wishes were directed to the newly weds. It was the pick me up everyone needed.

Bucky continued to pepper kisses down your neck, shoulders, and collar bones. He just couldn’t get enough of you.

“How am I supposed to make lunch if my husband won’t give me some room?”

“Forget lunch, come cuddle with me,” he mumbled into your neck.

Before you could quip back at your husband, the breath was knocked out of your chest. If Bucky hadn’t been standing right behind you, you surely would’ve fallen to the cool ground.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

You went to answer him, but your words were stopped by a sharp inhale. You clutched at your chest, it felt like your heart was burning a hole inside your ribcage.

“Baby, c’mon stay with me now,” he pleaded gently. He lifted you up and tenderly set you on the couch to lay down.

“Bucky, I don’t feel so good,” you groaned, a light headed feeling settling into your skull.

“No, no, no, no,” he mumbled panickedly. “We’re going to get Wanda and you’re going to be alright. Okay?”

He went to dial her number, one hand still firmly gripped around your shaky one. Before the phone could let out its first ring, you were out cold.

-

“Bucky.”

“Yes, love?”

“We need to talk about it?”

“About what?” he asked, genuinely curious as to what you were referring to.

It was exactly two weeks since you passed out. Wanda came over to assess the damage. Maybe you just didn’t get enough sunlight or enough sleep. Bucky was hoping it was an issue of the Earthly medical realm. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t and instead called the only person who could possibly give answers.

You let out a sigh. Your fork mindlessly pushed around your food on your dinner plate. Recently, you’d lost your appetite. The days blended together, fading in and out of conscious understanding of your reality.

“You know what.”

Bucky swallowed and continued to stare at the plate in front of him. “She said she didn’t know.”

Your husband was never the optimist until you came back. He was strong headed, and resilient. At first his unwavering positivity was sweet. Quickly, you realized it was a state of denial. He was going to lose you twice and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. So he rather just not talk about it. He would rather make all the meals and do all the shopping and pretend that you sleeping eighteen hours straight was normal. Your new shivering habit was just a result of the cold wind and your lightheaded spells happened because you didn’t drink enough water. That’s what he tried to tell himself, anyways.

“What if I die tonight?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Bucky, you know as well as I do that it could happen.”

“I won’t let it.”

“You don’t get a say in that!” You yelled across the table. This forced Bucky’s eyes to peer up at you. “We have never gotten a say in any of this. Stop acting like we’re okay. Maybe Wanda can give you your other half back-”

“You are my other half. I don’t care about the soul, I want you.” He walked over to you and kneeled down to where you sat. He firmly looped your hands into his. “Can’t you see that?”

“Bucky, I’m dying.”

“We don’t know that.”

“We can’t stop it.”

“I know!” he cried. “I know.” He now put his face defeatedly into his hands. The usually large, intimating man looked pathetic crying on his knees on the kitchen floor. His body shook as his pulse raced.

Your fingers softly grazed through his hair to offer him some comfort. Maybe it was selfish, but you needed to hear him admit it. The fear that you’d leave and he wouldn’t be ready further and further crept into your mind at night.

“How about we go lay down?”

“Yeah,” he sniffled. “Yeah.”

“And you can tell me about your childhood.”

“And then you’ll tell me yours?”

“Of course, Buck.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he affirmed, and gently kissed your hand before helping you upstairs.

-

“Wanda, what the fuck do you mean?” Bucky barked.

Her tone was solemn. “I told you it might not work.”

“She was alright just three weeks ago.”

“That’s a funny way to put it.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Bucky. Look at her.” Bucky and Wanda both stood at your bedroom door. After the first time you passed out, they knew there was no use in taking you to a hospital. They couldn’t help you, why waste the trip?

“She looks fine.”

“If you won’t stop lying to yourself then I can’t help you.”

Bucky glanced over to you, cradled in the sheets. He had been absolutely blinded by the fear of losing you. You’d begun to look sickly since the day you’d returned. It was slow at first, maybe a weak moment here or there, but as the weeks progressed you were withering more rapidly. The past week was the worst. You looked empty, barely surviving.

“We both have half a soul. How am I fine and she’s not?”

“Bucky, that’s not even half her own soul.”

He looked over to the love of his life as he asked, “Did you know this would happen?”

“I didn’t know what to expect.”

“Give her mine.”

“You’ll die,” Wanda reasoned.

“I don’t care anymore!” His voice was forlorn.

Bucky’s booming voice disturbed your deep state of sleep. You slowly began to peel your eyes open. It hurt to know the two people you loved the most were always arguing. All because of you. Because the world had to be saved and there was no other way.

“I’m not losing both of you,” she answered plainly through gritted teeth.

Slowly, your body began to rise to a sitting position on the bed. The two stared at you with pitiful gazes, scanning your figure. You looked like a wilting flower, clinging onto the last few breaths life could afford you.

“Bucky? Wanda?”

“Hey, doll,” Bucky soothed. “You had me worried. You feeling better now?”

It was hard to meet his sincerely hopeful gaze. As you looked back into his bright blue eyes, you could see his judgment was clouded. He was delusional.

You shook your head slowly. “It’s happening.”

“What are you talking about?” He slowly stroked at your cheek.

Wanda left the doorway for the living room. She couldn’t watch this any longer.

It’s a strange feeling, to know your body is succumbing to itself. The funny thing about death is, no one really plans on it. You had known for weeks and had plenty of time to come to terms with such a fate, but now that it was here, you weren’t sure what to do.

You slowly took your hands into Bucky’s hand and sighed. For a moment, you both allowed yourselves to become engulfed in the silence. Absently, you traced your thumb around the back of Bucky’s hand. His voice may have remained calmed, but his body betrayed him easily. He was shaking, like a sick kitten forced to endure the rain.

It felt appropriate to say something, anything. But the silence was welcoming. For those few minutes in the quiet, you could pretend that everything was normal. You were his. He was yours. It would be alright.

“We’re on borrowed time, Buck.”

“Don’t say that. Please, we’re going to fix this.”

“James.”

“Y/N.”

“The only other option is living with no soul. I don’t want that. I don’t want to die not feeling love. Yes, there’s a lot of pain too, but that comes with it. And that’s okay. We’re going to be okay.”

You began to lethargically inch off of the bed, tiredly tossing the sheets aside. Bucky couldn’t help himself, he immediately rushed over to try to help you lie back down.

“Doll, you’re sick. You need your strength. Please rest.”

“Bucky, I’m dying. There’s nothing we can do. I’m not spending my last few hours shut up in a bedroom.”

He nodded with a sense of understanding. “Okay.”

You hated putting him in this position, but he knew it was coming. There wasn’t anything left. It was your time and you wanted to spend it in a meaningful way. He aided you back into the living room. Wanda awaited on the couch, head resting in her hands. No exchange of words needed to happen, she already understood.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wanda. Thanks for the extra time.”

You met each other in a warm embrace. She took in the scent of your hair one more time, the feel of your skin against hers. Wanda would miss the stories you’d never get to share, the laughs that would never happen, and most of all her best friend.

“I’m just sorry I couldn’t make it longer,” she smiled sadly. She wouldn’t cry until she got home. You’d been strong this whole time, the least she felt she could do was extend the same courtesy to you.

With a loving last squeeze, she released and excused herself out of the house. The door closed with a foreboding quiet and all that remained was Bucky and you.

“Do you want to see the team?” He was still staring at the door. This was truly the finale, it was all coming to a close.

“I don’t think they’ll make it in time. Let’s go somewhere.” Your eyes remained at the door as well.

“Where to?”

“How about the backyard. The sunset looks beautiful this time of year.” You took his hand in yours. With what strength you had left you squeezed it lightly.

“That sounds wonderful.”

Little by little, you made your way outside and took a seat on the small bench in the back. The air was that of mid spring, clean and welcoming in her wake. By now, many wildflowers had begun to pop up, decorating the green yard with soft pastels. You rested your head gently on Bucky’s shoulder, him still keeping a strong hold on your hand.

“What’s it like?”

“Death?”

“Yeah. Do you remember it?”

“Well,” you explained, “I wasn’t fully dead. I was in some in-between state. It was dark, but I wasn’t scared.”

“Are you scared now?”

You gave it a moment's thought. “No. Not when you’re here.”

The sun slowly made its descent and began to color the sky with beautiful hues in its path. There were swirls and combinations of magentas, lavenders, and oranges across the dusk canvas. The air settled into a cooler temperature, causing you to snuggle closer into Bucky.

“Maybe in another lifetime,” you pondered.

“I’m just sad it couldn’t be this one,” he answered. He was almost glad you couldn’t see him. Silent tears were violently making their way down his face.

Gently lifting your hand to his mouth, he kissed it lightly. For later.

The sky was almost the same shade as Vormir’s, illuminating your skin in a lovely violet. It was a halo around your image, beautiful enough to paint in a picture. Silence dominated most of your time left. There was too much left to say, so instead you expressed your last remarks to one another with your touches and sweet nothings. A quick kiss on the forehead, a longing gaze exchanged with the other, a tender I love you mumbled in the other's hair.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“All the time.”

“I don’t say it enough. You’re beautiful. Thank you for the privilege of being yours.”

“Bucky.”

“Yes, doll?”

“We’re going to be okay.” You delicately placed a prolonged kiss on his cheek before returning to your previous position, your head on his shoulder.

“I know.”

The wind danced through the trees, the sun disappearing behind their jagged silhouettes. The sky faded to a deep lilac to finally a grand navy color. The sound of nature whizzed throughout the air and the steadiness of Bucky’s breathing was the only company it shared.

“Hey, Y/N?”

A distant animal pranced in the forest, crushing leaves as it travelled, filling the silence. The moon slowly began to take the sun's place, offering dim light to the tragic scene.

“Doll?”

The world went still. The blue in Bucky’s eyes travelled down to the girl leaning on him. Peaceful. She looked so peaceful. Weeks of fatigue and sleep deprivation had melted from her face and she looked content. Her soft hands still remained gripped around his, her eyelashes reflecting the beams of the moon off of them.

“I love you,” he whispered out into the lonely night.

-

The years went by. Your death wasn’t the only major one Bucky would suffer. He outlived many of his other friends, in fact. The super soldier serum kept him running longer than he intended. Still, everyday he would go to the small cemetery to talk to his lover. She was the greatest listener, the most fantastic person to cry to.

After two decades of her absence, he donated her items. To try to move on, to evolve from his past. But that didn’t help. She was everywhere. He still only slept on his side of his bed and made sure to come home at a decent time, subconsciously expecting someone to be waiting for him. There was a piece of her in everything he did. He hated it. He loved it. It was wonderful and the most horrendous feeling ever.

So there he sat now. Withered and grey on the coldest day of the year at your gravestone. He had lived a lifetime, desperately trying to remember the sound of your voice. The way it sang his name and how it lulled I love you. Your image was a fading photograph in his weary mind, a fuzzy picture of what could’ve been. As he took his final breaths, he thought of the girl he let fall, but just couldn’t let go.

~

A/N: I want to thank @cherry-season for the wonderful suggestion. I had a lot of fun (and a lot of crying sessions) writing this piece, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. All likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. Have a lovely day.

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[the-faceless-bride]

New Town, same problem -> first day of school.

Summary: it's the first day, new people! New classes! New reputation... Unfortunately riding in with the School "freak" it's the best first impression.

⚠️ Tommy and carol being well... Tommy and Carol, asshole king Steve, Eddie being Eddie, cursing, and teachers picking partner projects.

Once again! @the-snarky-writer was the inspo for this! Go look at their stuff I think it's great! And they are awesome!

You finished off the curls in your shaggy-cut hair before grabbing your bag and leaving to meet Eddie outside.

Your sister had yet to leave for her school that was across from yours and your mother still asleep, you grabbed a fruit off the counter before walking out of the quiet house.

You smile at Eddie as he opens the passenger door of his van, being as dramatic as he normally is.

You laugh getting inside giving an exaggerated "thank you!" And he smiled at you playing along.

It wasn't long before he was getting into the driver's side and starting up the loud van and blasting his music that you both screamed the lyrics too.

~~~~••~~~~~~~~••••~~~~~~~~••~~~~

Pulling into the school before the van was put in park, you looked over seeing Eddie smiling at you, "you ready for a day in hell?" He asked in a silly yet sinister voice, being sure to move in close wiggling his fingers at you.

You rolled your eyes, "bring it on."

"That's the best friend I know and love!"

You didn't think too much of what Eddie said about it being Hell, of course, Eddie would find this place hell as all he wanted to do was play his games and live a chill life.

But you noticed that as soon as you stepped out of the car with Eddie, all eyes were on you.

You just tried to shrug it off.

But if there was one thing you hated, it was being stared at for no reason.

"Well, would you look at that," Steve said with a huff of amusement as he leaned against the side of his car waiting for his newest 'fling' Nacy.

"Look at what?" Carol asked as she got out of Steve's car to stand next to her boyfriend.

Tommy.

Tommy had placed himself next to Steve one hand supporting his weight as he leaned into the car with one of his hands placed on his hip.

"The freak brought another freak," Steve Muses Tommy laughs along even if he didn't find Steve's joke super funny.

He was busy looking at the new eye candy that pulled in with the schools so-called "freak"

Whoever was with the freak wasn't too bad to look at Tommy's thoughts, and it seems Carol could read Tommy's thoughts as she looked up to his for a moment and back to the two classmates dressed in black heading into the school.

"Big deal, we have another freak to keep in line; who cares?" Carl scoffs taking Tommy's hand and wrapping it around her and moving in closer to him.

Steve looked at Carol and opened his mouth to speak but Nacy had walked over to the car effectively making any harsh or snarky words that were about to leave Steve's lips die on his tongue.

Tommy just rolls his eyes, he liked Steve better when he spoke his mind and wasn't afraid of losing some chick because of something he said.

He didn't get it.

••••~~••••••••~~~~••••••••~~••••

Tommy sat in class bored out of his mind as the teacher went on about chemicals and safety and whatever else he was blocking out.

But what caught his attention was the teacher telling someone to introduce themselves, that was Tommy's indication that he definitely missed something interesting, well.

As interesting as you could get in Hawkins, the one place where nothing interesting ever happens...

It was you, in your shaggy curls and dark clothes.

Tommy looked you up and down, you weren't so bad.

Different, but not bad.

Different was good in his opinion, it made you stand out and make you unique to the rest of Hawkins.

However, depending on why you're different will determine if you were complimented for your uniqueness or bullied by the rest of Hawkins.

As much as he wanted to applaud you for making such a big impression the first day, you walked in with the freak Eddie, you looked like him, and had some of his mannerisms.

That means you, like Eddie. Were a freak.

And being popular in Hawkins was like being in a tiny lifeboat of popular people like him. And while some enjoyed it that way. It only made Tommy anxious.

If anyone sees Tommy so much as smile at you in a non-malicious way or taunting way the way they all did to Eddie when they laughed or talked about him they would through him right over the side.

You told the class your name and where you were from before taking an empty seat behind Tommy.

Tommy resisted the urge to turn around and get a good and up-close look at you.

The teacher explained how a new partner experiment would be the ongoing work for the next few weeks and started randomly calling out names to partner together.

"You two are already sitting close to each other so why don't you two work together."

Tommy was kind of happy to be able to interact with you without having to go out of his way to do it, he was just going to have to be a bit careful when talking with you in front of the class.

He knew people were watching him, to see how THE Tommy Hagan aka King Steve's right-hand man felt about the new freak of Hawkins; Tommy made sure to give a little show of an annoyed sigh making sure to roll his eyes before He turned around him his seat to face you.

You just gave a small smile that was slightly awkward as even though you had just gotten here you could tell from the way the class would watch him, he was at the top of the social ranks and you being a kid wasn't a good way for him to meet you.

You'd have preferred he not meet you at all and just ignore you completely.

The teacher had given you after-school work and Tommy passed you a note in his surprisingly neat and pretty writing.

'We'll study at my house-' along with his address

Maybe Tommy wasn't gonna be that bad.

The rest of your day was a real breeze, just staying in the background ignoring everyone else while they practically burned holes into you.

As soon as you got home you made something to eat and made sure to leave some leftovers for your mom and sister before leaving to ride to Tommy Hagans house.

°°~~~~°°°°°°°°~~~~°°

When you got there he had let you into his home with a smile, which slightly through you off.

"Welcome, we can work in the living room or my room, my parents aren't home so it doesn't really matter." He explains with his pearly teeth still blinding you.

"Oh umm, the living room is fine!" You say sitting down on the couch as it was open and pleasing to look at.

You didn't want the first study to be in his room, you did not know him well enough and would rather not go through the god-awful experience of having to sit in him a room that was a much more enclosed space.

You were not ready to be that close.

But if this was Tommy Hagan...

This Smiley, giggly, and welcoming goofball of a boy?

You felt that you weren't going to hate Tommy Hagan as much as everyone else seems too.

[clintbennet]

Clint watched the other as he described his experience keeping his sobriety in this world, seeing the light on the other end of the tunnel and then being tossed into this chaos, Clint could imagine that situation was prime for relapsing but maybe the lack of readily available drugs helped keep him off them, that's what happened to him resulting in long painful withdrawals that nearly killed him. While the two's path to sobriety was different, the outcome was the same, right? Mixed feelings caused Clint to clench his jaw, eyes glanced around for a moment as he processed the conversation. On the one hand it was reassuring to know those cravings at the back of your head were normal, he didn't know enough about sobering up outside of his own experience, but at the same time if Ike was able to become sober 'the right way' and so long before everything went to shit and he still had those cravings that snuck up on him, Clint wondered if his cravings would ever become less intense.

Alcohol was the only thing he felt he had a good grasp on, partly because it was the one thing communities usually had a supply of so he was constantly exposed, he only drank rarely and when the occasion did arise he limited himself to the equivalent of one drink, if he had another he was afraid he would lose too much of his inhibitions and lose control, still it wasn't something he was ready to give up completely. At first Clint was confused why Ike was bringing up a candy store, it seemed so off topic and out of the blue but when he went on to explain how he used to use it, things became more clear. The sugar trick, he had never heard of it and part of him wondered how it would work, couldn't imagine sugar staving off anything, but maybe better minds knew and Clint was not one of those. For Clint, he had his favorites, Heroin was one of them along with Ecstasy and Ketamine but really he looked at drugs more like an all you can eat buffet and just took whatever he was feeling or whatever he could manage to get his hands on at the time. Other popular choices were pain killers and speed, honestly if he weren't so young or if the world didn't end, he was pretty sure his drug use would have eventually killed him, part of him wondered if that was at least in part, his goal.

" 'm glad yer doin' okay, I woulda never guessed y'had drug addiction problems before all this. Don't seem th'type." Clint responded with a slight sympathetic smile, one that quickly disappeared when Ike encouraged him to share. Brows furrowed and his lips drew into a small line as he could feel his walls starting to build up again. "It'll feel better." Those words rang as bullshit to him, admitting this in the past didn't end well for him, it was the whole reason he kept it a secret as best he could but keeping this secret for any longer didn't sit right with him, especially as he's gotten to know more of the locals.

"Listen-" He started eyes seeming to want to focus on anything other than Ike's face. "After I tell ya this, if ya wanna go back instead of continuin' on, I get it, 'n no hard feelings. Y'can come back with yer raider crew, I'll draw ya'll up a map." Why was he suddenly feeling so hot? Before this he only had told Renzie, he was still anxious then, but he trusted Renzie more. He and Ike needed to build trust quickly in order to get this job done and again, Clint absolutely needed to tell him for his own safety. "I can't uh..." He trailed for a moment, trying to break past that wall he put around himself and find the best words to use. "My hearin's kinda like I'm underwater. I can hear most things, 'cept for the quieter shit, that's where Luna comes in." He did his best to explain glancing up at Ike, not really knowing what kind of reaction he was anticipating while Luna sat, glancing between Clint and Ike, surely confused by the pause and maybe sensing the stress Clint was under. "Can't understand what th'fuck anyone's sayin unless I can see their lips. I shoulda told ya sooner, 'n the rest of th'town, it just hasn't ended well in th'past when people knew..." While he spoke slowly it felt like he just blurted everything out, and as of right now it didn't feel any better, he felt like his heart was going to explode out the top of his head as he heard his pulse hammer in his ears, his whole being telling him he fucked up and he was going to end up regretting all of this.

"It's not easy," Ike admitted. The admitting, that part was easy, but that was only because he had experience with it. And he wasn't the sort of man who cared to pretend that something wasn't exactly as difficult as it was. "I've been sober for a long time but being in this situation, like we are now? With our lives so fuckin' tenuous and the whole world having changed for the worse? It's kicked up some cravings."

Ike looked down at the ground, huffing a laugh before he lifted his head again to talk to Clint. "I was in a store the other day with Renee," he said, "some silly kitschy store for young people with pop culture shit and toys and clothes and -- and candy. Worthless candy, y'know? Not with any particular flavour, not with much of that good ol' citric acid or anything, just straight up sugar tablets but even sweeter. And I wanted 'em so bad."

He stopped rubbing at his old track marks, saying, "I dunno if horse was your drug of choice, but for junkies like me, we swore by mainlining sugar if you were some ways off a hit. I used to like the cream inside Twinkies and those chocolate cupcakes, those were good at staving off the cravings. But I wanted those sugar tablets so bad, which means I was thinking about shooting up even if that wasn't at the forefront of my mind." Ike sighed, a little. "There's moments like that. They sneak up on you. But I'm generally doing okay."

For a moment, Ike thought that Clint was just gonna acquiesce and keep on walking, no new info. But then he stilled, and said he needed to tell Ike something, and Ike said, "Go on, then, Clint. It'll feel better once you say it."

[syllvane]

home- yelena belova x reader

a/n: wrote this whole thing in about an hour, black widow spoilers obviously!

Yelena doesn’t know what home means.

For a time, it meant Ohio, a life with her sister and her parents. It meant playgrounds and mac n cheese and American Pie.

For much longer, it was blades and guns and a ledger soaked with red.

Now, it was you. It was taking her coffee the exact way you took it so that you could reach over and take a sip of her mug when you didn’t think she was looking. It was the way you woke up every time she woke up from a nightmare, always being there to reassure her that she was still in control, that the Red Room was gone. It was the little sticky notes the two of you left around the apartment, the little reminders of your love.

It was home, at least until you had woken up one day to a pile of dust next to you instead of your girlfriend.

You didn’t know what it had meant- why would you have? You thought maybe that she had accidentally burned breakfast maybe or that there was a hole in your ceiling. You thought of everything except what had actually had happened.

The apartment changes slowly, as you and the world around you realize that this is permanent. That this is a nightmare you won’t wake up from.

You can’t even remember the last words the two of you said to each other- ‘I love you’, probably, or maybe discussing the next day, time you didn’t realize the two of you didn’t have.

You reach out to Natasha and when you tell her, you see your own grief mirrored on her face- in her defense though, she doesn’t start bawling as you had.

Her grief is stoic and stray tears. Yours is sobbing and nightmares, waking up and reaching over to the other side of the bed for someone who isn’t there.

You don’t think you’ll ever get the feeling of her ashes off of your fingers.

Five years pass slowly, dragging you and everyone else who was desperately clinging to the past along with it.

You help dissolve what is left of the Black Widow agents, giving them the freedom that Yelena had always longed to give them.

You vow that Yelena’s mission won’t die with her.

You’re making dinner when you hear footsteps coming from your bedroom.

You grab the gun that Yelena always kept behind the pots, turning around and pointing only to see the woman herself standing there, taking in everything.

She faltered for a second before smiling.

“Is it a crime to oversleep now?” Yelena asked, her eyes never leaving yours.

She looks exactly like you remember her.

“You can’t be real.”

“If that’s the start of some cheesy pick-up line, I am going to walk out of that door,” She said, although there was no real threat behind the words. You set the gun down.

She could be a stray Widow, luring you into comfort before ultimately killing you.

At that moment though, you don’t really care.

It’s been five long years and you are tired and so you run over to where she is standing and you hug her tightly as if she will simply disappear through your hands again.

“Woah! What’s the occasion? Is it our anniversary or something, is that why you were holding the gun?” She asked and you didn’t respond.

“It’s you,” You said, tucking your face into her shoulder. “You’re back.”

Yelena pulled a face, not that you saw.

“Back? Where did I go?”

That was genuine confusion in her voice- she had no idea that she and half of the Earth’s population had disappeared for five years.

“Just don’t go there again, please. Just don’t go where I can’t follow.”

She doesn’t say anything- she doesn’t fully understand why you’re sobbing into her neck, but that doesn’t matter right now.

There will be plenty of time to talk about it afterwards but for now, she does one of the things she’s always been best at and she just holds you.

The excitement of Yelena returning is overshadowed a few days later by the news of Natasha’s death.

“We won’t… we won’t even have a body to bury,” Yelena said, her eyes welling up with tears as you held her, and you are reminded of your own grief in the first couple days after she had disappeared.

This time though, you do not cry.

You wanted to- Natasha had become one of your closest friends in the five years that you had lost Yelena. Your loss bound the two of you together in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

You wanted to and you do not because this is Yelena’s grief first and foremost and it is yours second.

You will not cry in front of a woman who has just lost her sister. Instead, you will hold her close and you will tell her stories of her sister from the past five years, five years that you had refused to speak about.

“She loved you so much, Yelena. She wasn’t the best at showing it, but she loved you so much.”

“Then why didn’t she stay?” Yelena asked, her voice breaking as she started crying again.

You didn’t answer, mostly because you didn’t have a good reason.

Clint Barton had told you over the phone that one of their lives had to be sacrificed and that Natasha gave her life so that he could return to his family.

That was all perfectly well and nice, but you wanted to scream at him: What about us? What about Yelena? What about Melina, Alexei? What about her family?

You didn’t though. He would have to live with her death for the rest of his life, knowing that he was only alive because she wasn’t. Maybe that would have to be enough.

“Cause she’s a hero. I don’t know. I know it’s selfish, but I need you to promise me something. Promise me that if the world needs saving and it’s your life on the line, you’ll turn around and come home to me,” You said, running your hands through her hair. “The world can burn for all I care. I just need you safe.”

“I promise. No going where you can’t follow,” She replied, repeating your words from the first night that she had returned.

There is no body to bury but there is still a funeral, still a gravestone to visit.

“I don’t want to go alone,” Yelena said, straightening the hem of her shirt in the mirror.

“You won’t be,” You promised her and she took your hand and the two of you drove to the cemetery.

Her grave was recognizable- it was covered with flowers and stuffed bears and candles.

She was renowned by so many and grieved by many more, though none as much as the two of you.

Yelena doesn’t know how to approach it- she froze when she saw it, rooted to the ground.

“I don’t think I can do this,” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “Not yet.”

“Okay. We can stay as long as you want.”

She grabbed your hand and you held on tightly.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

The two of you look at the other gravestones for about an hour before Yelena finally garners up the courage to go to Natasha’s.

She kneeled, setting the flowers down gently among the others. She seemed to freeze for another moment before her fingers began tracing a word on the gravestone: ‘sister’.

Her hand clapped over her mouth and she leaned back.

You sat next to her as she started crying again, your hand finding hers again.

Yelena didn’t know what home meant for the longest time- it was deception and Russian taught in secret and filling scrapbooks with memories manufactured in one day.

It was scalpels and guns and dead bodies and broken bones and targets. It was sniper rifles and explosives.

It was sitting at her sister's gravestone with your hand in hers, sitting with her until dusk, crying. It was waking up to your nightmares, you holding her tightly until you stopped crying, realizing that she was still here.

It was Natasha’s red hair and her fighting poses and it was your smile and laugh.

It was grief and love, it was her sister and it was you.

[isabunbun]

"she looks just like a dream. the prettiest girl i've ever seen." (Bucky Barnes AU Oneshot)

Sumarry: where fate happened inside a café where Y/n works and is given the stage to have a small intro to sing but stops midway as Bucky was "gossiping" with a friend and decides to call him out only to find out something that makes her blush.

Pairings: Chubby!Bucky x F!Singer!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety nothing else. All fluff and hint of comedy.

this one was inspired by a scene from the 90's tv show, 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S'. hope you guys enjoy! please tell me your thoughts after (*´ ˘ `*)

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"And back by popular demand, please give it up for my good friend, Y/F/N!" Natasha hosts the introduction as she hands you the mini stage in the café. People cheering for you as they all grew fond of your angelic singing voice.

You sit down on the chair, guitar in your arms as you smiled at the audience happily getting ready to play for them.

Everything was going well, people smiling, loving and enjoying your entire vibe. It fits just right in the café. The energy you radiate was enchantingly calming along with your voice.

All was well until you notice two men who to you, looks like they were "gossiping" which you take rudely considering someone, you, is on stage playing for the audience.

You wanted to leave them be but it also looked like they were talking about you and your anxiety just couldn't handle it.

Stopping mid song, you couldn't take it anymore as you speak up.

"Uh, excuse me?" You look at the two men straight as everyone looked at them too. Them looking at you now, flustered by everyone looking at them.

"Yeah, you two, noisy boys" You point them out as they looked lost and confused if they were the ones the attention is on.

"Is it something that you would like to share to the entire group?"

The two looked embarrassed. A blonde guy, Steve, answering your question.

"No.. No, that's- that's okay" Steve smiles awkwardly embarrassed to be called out.

"Well, come on. If it's important enough to discuss it while i'm playing then i assume it's important enough for everyone else to hear" You say back to him. You weren't mad at all, you were calmly calling them out since what they did was rude.

"That guy's going home with a note" Clint, your co-worker at the café says. Natasha, chuckling back at his remark.

Bucky was now sweating, he clears his throat out as everyone awaits for his excuse.

"I-I was just saying-"

"Could you speak up please?" you cut him off speaking from the mic more closely as his voice was barely audible to everyone, you also growing impatient with their act.

He stands up quickly, stumbling a bit as the table got hit by him standing up, as he fixes his blue sweater pulling it down that seemed to ride up his tummy, stuttering once again.

"I-i was just saying to my friend that i thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen in my- in my uh, life..." Bucky explains, pointing out to Steve.

You sure were taken aback, not expecting his excuse. You now definitely felt bad for calling them out. Your expression changing from stern to your usual soft look, but more the look of feeling bad and realization.

He was right to be honest, your looks are another reason why you have fans in town. And how you looked the day he met you? No one could blame him for gossiping to Steve midst your play. You were wearing this white dress and had half your hair tied up. You were real pretty.

"And then, y-you said," Bucky explains further as he points and looks back at Steve again, "I-i said.." Steve says also backing him up.

"That y-you thought that Daryl Hannah was the-" , "The most beautiful girl that i've ever seen.." Steve completing Bucky's sentence out.

"And uh, while Daryl Hannah is beautiful in a- in a conventional way.. you are luminous and beautiful with uh, a kind o-of delicate grace.." Bucky confessed out. Some people somewhat giggling and cheering a bit.

"Yikes" Sam, another one of your co-worker, "loudly" comments. Cringing at the guy. Which made Bucky even more red and embarrassed.

Your mouth hung open a little the entire time, your soft look on your face shown the entire time as you nod at him slowly in understanding.

"T-then uh, that's where you started yelling." he adds lastly as he slowly sits back to his chair.

You try to bite a smile back at his last words, the two men hesitantly and awkwardly sitting together.

"Okay, we're gonna take a short break" you say to the mic as you giggle, and start to walk down the stage towards their table.

"I think that guy's going home with more than a note" Natasha chuckles out to Clint, both of them laughing out.

Up until today they still laugh about the memory of how your meeting went the first time, that led you now to a loving healthy relationship.

And Bucky stood by his words, only finding out that you were as beautiful inside as you are outside.

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