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helloalycia · 3 years ago

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the new recruit [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: you're an Avenger and weren't present for the battle against Ultron as you were away on your own mission, so upon your return, you're to be introduced to Wanda Maximoff, the newest recruit. Of course, things don't go quite to plan...

warning/s: swearing i guess??

author's note: okay so i've been working on this for ages on and off, it's long overdue to post and it has like 8 parts which progressively get longer so buckle in folks, it's a long one but it's also enemies to lovers so i think you'll like it 👀

To say I was exhausted was an understatement.

I'd spent the past four months on a surveillance mission that was as tiring as it was difficult. It was practically off grid with no connection to the outside world apart from a measly television that was in the gas station near the safe house I was staying in. To return to civilisation and the Avengers Tower was a privilege, but of course my morning didn't start well.

My body was aching since yesterday when I'd gotten into an unavoidable fight with the target I was tracking. I'd won, obviously, but that didn't stop the many bruises from forming on my skin overnight. That meant that my sleep was pretty much terrible, especially because the central heating was busted in this shitty safe house in the middle of the snow, so I'd been freezing my arse off all night.

Morning came and just when I thought I may have something to look forward to, the pilot to my quinjet was late. We ended up arguing when he got here with him claiming there was an issue with the timetable and me shouting that I'd been preparing for this extraction date for four months so he should have been prompt.

To top it off, the flight wasn't particularly smooth as there was a storm that caused a lot of turbulence and left me feeling nauseous. I couldn't blame the pilot for that one, but my irritation was definitely making me glare daggers into the back of his head.

After a long and tiring journey, I soon discovered that there were a lot of changes to adjust to. The main one being it wasn't the Avengers Tower I was returning to, but rather a huge compound.

"Er... where the hell are we?" I asked the pilot as we both walked off the quinjet.

"New compound," he quipped, bitterness residual in his voice from the argument we had earlier. "You missed a lot, but now that we've expanded, Stark moved everyone here."

I sighed, recalling the 'expansion' the pilot was talking about. Being away for four months meant I'd missed the threat of Ultron – I'd only heard about this killing-frenzy AI from Steve, who caught me up soon after they destroyed it. I'd missed news of it since there was no way for me to access the internet or TV, but apparently it was bad.

All I knew now was that we had gained two new additions to the team, one of which I was scheduled to meet today, to my dismay. Apparently the other was a synthezoid that sounded a lot like J.A.R.V.I.S. Yeah, I had a lot of catching up to do.

With very little energy, my first instinct was to get some coffee and wake myself up. I knew I had to find Steve and catch up with what I'd missed, as well as get ready to meet the newest Avenger, but I couldn't do that when I knew I wanted a nap. So, to the coffee shop I went.

The compound was certainly new to me, so I struggled to make my way around. With some help from passers-by, I located a coffee stand and bought myself an iced coffee before taking a stroll around the place, not in a rush to find Steve. Of course, luck seriously wasn't on my side today, as when I rounded the corner into the next hallway, I bumped into somebody else with a start.

Unfortunately for me, my coffee tipped back and onto my shirt, covering me with an ice cold liquid and leaving me with a stained shirt.

"For fuck's sake!" I snapped, a little unnecessarily in hindsight, but nothing seemed to be going right for me today, so this was just the icing on the cake.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," the stranger apologised, and I looked up to see an unfamiliar brunette staring back at me with sorry eyes.

"Can you not see or something?" I asked with creased brows, waving my hand around. "Is it really hard to just watch where you're going?"

She frowned slightly. "Again, I'm very sor–"

"Fuck, forget it," I cut her off with a sharp exhale. "Just– fuck."

I didn't spare the stranger another glance as I stormed off the other way, grumbling to myself with frustration. Today was supposed to be good – I was finally home and I could take a break! But nothing seemed to be going right and now I couldn't even wake myself up with a nice iced coffee because it was too busy messing up my shirt.

My explosive anger was making me feel hot and bothered and I knew I definitely couldn't meet a new Avenger in this state. It was stupid how irritated I felt, and I'd definitely snapped at that poor girl earlier for no reason, but I couldn't think to act any other way. Knowing it would be best to remove myself from the situation entirely, I asked somebody where my new room was and headed there to get settled in.

It was an hour later, not long before the meeting was scheduled, when I gave Steve a call. I wasn't even sure if he was in the building or not – I hadn't greeted any of my teammates yet since I knew I was snappy – so ringing was my best bet.

"Y/N, I'm glad you called!" Steve answered chirpily, making me roll my eyes at his cheerfulness. "I take it you're back at the compound now?"

"I am," I confirmed, before sitting at the edge of my bed and sighing tiredly. "Look, Steve–"

"I've been really excited for your return," he continued, steamrolling over my next words before I could get them out. "It's been hectic around here without you. But I heard your mission was successful!"

"It was, yeah. Anyway, Steve–"

"You've not missed much," he added, making me groan inwardly. "We did get a new addition to the team though. Her name is Wanda. She's actually here with–"

"Steve!" I interrupted harshly. "I know you planned for me to meet this Wanda girl, but I'm not in the mood, okay?"

"How do you know you're not in the mood? You don't even know what she's like," he pointed out lightheartedly, and I was very close to slamming my head against my bedside table. "We told her all about you. She's been waiting to meet you!"

"Well, she can wait a bit longer, can't she?" I said between gritted teeth, not realising how rude it sounded until it was too late.

"She sounds like a bitch...," a faint voice was heard in the background, and that's when I realised it must have been this Wanda girl. Steve said she was with him – had I been on loudspeaker the whole time?

"Wanda!" Steve scolded in a hushed voice.

I chuckled bitterly. "Wow, so she's with you?" He didn't reply, and like the child I was, I added, "Tell her she sounds like a bigger bitch."

"Y/N," Steve warned, but I only rolled my eyes. "I don't know why you're in a mood, but this was supposed to be a pleasant meeting between you and–"

"Whatever," I said, shaking my head. "I'll see you tomorrow, Steve. We can meet then, happy?"

He was definitely not happy as he said, "Ecstatic."

With another eye roll, I hung up and let myself fall back into my bed with a content sigh. I was being a bitch unnecessarily, I knew that. But I couldn't exactly stop it right now. I was sleep-deprived and frustrated and everything I'd done today could be tomorrow me's problem. Right now, I was adamant on getting some sleep.

—

By the time the meeting rolled around the next morning, I knew I was screwed. Whoever Wanda was, she definitely thought I was a brat. I couldn't blame her to be honest, but it definitely didn't make for a comfortable meeting, and I wasn't looking forward to it one bit. I would have to apologise, and I planned to! It was whether or not she forgave me that was important.

Steve had arranged for the three of us to meet in one of the spare conference rooms, so after having a catch up with Sam and Natasha over breakfast, I found myself heading to the conference room.

When I entered, I saw that Steve was already there, talking to some long-haired brunette whose back was to me. The sound of the door closing behind me got their attention, and then the girl turned around and I panicked.

"Oh, shit," I realised, recognising the girl as the same one I'd bumped into yesterday and snapped at for no reason other than I was having a bad day.

Her eyes narrowed my way, a green intimidating gaze penetrating through my head with anger. "Wow, that explains a lot."

I furrowed my brows. "Hey, what the hell's that supposed to mean?"

She crossed her arms defensively. "The whole bitchiness thing? Clearly it's a personality trait."

Her words were woven into some sort of Russian accent, giving it a sharpness that pissed me off more than it should have. Okay, she was kind of right, but how could she pounce on me before giving me chance to apologise?

"You know what? Fuck you," I challenged without thinking.

She clenched her fists in her crossed arms and I swear I saw her eyes glow red before Steve stood between us with confusion.

"How do you two already know each other?" he asked, looking between us with a puzzled expression.

"This arsehole made me spill my coffee yesterday!" I answered instantly, returning the girl's glare.

"It was an accident!" she retorted over Steve's shoulder. "I tried to apologise, but you jumped down my throat before I could!"

"Maybe you wouldn't have needed to apologise if you just looked where you were going," I sneered. "Open your eyes next time."

She clenched her jaw, about to say something with several curse words directed my way, no doubt, but Steve spoke first.

"Forget it, forget whatever this is," he ordered, looking between us. "We're starting fresh. We're going to be working together and a team relies on friendship. Now, both of you apologise so we can move on from this."

A silence followed his words as neither of us wanted to make the first move. I definitely wasn't going to, not when she'd said what she did. Bitchiness as a personality trait? Me? How dare she! I was a ray of fucking sunshine to be around! She just ground my gears like nobody else and I barely knew her!

"One of you, please," Steve pleaded gently.

I crossed my arms and looked the other way stubbornly.

"So, what? You're just going to be petty and not fix this?" he asked, fed up already.

Again, neither of us answered, so he groaned with annoyance.

"Fine! Act like children!" He looked to me with a disapproving stare. "I thought you would be better than this, Y/L/N. Especially after a four month mission."

I squinted with anger. "And I thought our newest Avenger would be a little less annoying, but here we are."

Wanda coughed, "Arsehole," and I stuck my middle finger up at her before turning around and leaving.

Could she be anymore of a dickhead?

—

A day passed when my common sense caught up with me and I realised just how childish I was being with this whole thing. I'd been gone four months and from what I heard, Wanda had been here for two of those. Having a trivial disagreement with her was stupid on both of our ends, and I wasn't going to let it get further than this.

So, that afternoon, I headed to the training room with the intention of apologising to Wanda and clearing the air. I only knew she was there when I asked Bruce, who then proceeded to tell me all about how fascinating Wanda's powers were. That was also how I discovered she had powers – mental manipulation, telekinesis and much more, apparently. Which definitely explained the red eyes yesterday; turns out I hadn't imagined it.

All the more reason not to piss her off! So, with that lovely addition of information, I attempted to track down the brunette without harbouring any anger.

When I finally reached the training room – newer and much bigger than the one at Stark Tower – I saw a handful of agents sparring with one another whilst others took to the punching bags to train individually. My eyes scanned the room, knowing Wanda would be here unless I'd missed her by a few minutes. Then, out of nowhere, a water bottle hit me in the middle of the face, sending me back a few steps and squealing in pain.

"Fuck," I said instinctively, reaching to rub my face.

My eyes searched for the culprit until, of course, they settled on Wanda herself, her eyes fading from red to green. She was approaching me quickly and any civil feelings I hosted for her were replaced with resentment in an instant.

"Of fucking course it was you!" I shouted, before wincing at the pain of the bottle. It just had to be metal, didn't it? "Here I am trying to make things right and you're just being a dick!"

"It was an accident," she said, though she sent me a warning stare as if not to push her.

I clenched my jaw, glaring at her. "You seem to be having a lot of those, don't you?"

She was an inch or so taller than me, so she glowered down at me with fiery eyes that were beginning to turn red. Similar-coloured wisps of energy began to float around her hands, but being an Avenger meant I was not threatened in the slightest by her show of power.

"Save your magic tricks, I'm going," I jeered with distaste, before turning around and leaving. Mumbling to myself, I said, "What a bitch."

God knew what her problem was or why the hell she deemed it appropriate to hit me with a metal water bottle – it was definitely going to leave a bruise – but she wasn't going to get away with it. Accident? An accident? An accident my arse! She definitely did that on purpose. And if she was too immature to put our grievances aside and start fresh, two could play at that game.

—

It was stupid to resort to childish pranks, but that was the only thing I could think to do.

She'd literally hit me in the face with a metal bottle, but I wasn't as violent. No, I much preferred the idea of pissing her off in other, more annoying, ways such as balancing green food colouring powder in her kitchen cupboard.

She had powers – arguably magical – similar to those of a witch, right? And the stereotype of witches was that they had green skin, wore pointy hats, carried brooms... the whole lot. So, what better way to treat her than like the witch she was?

We all had a designated cupboard in the kitchen, filled with snacks of our own choice. It was the only way we didn't argue over eating each other's food (though I could swear somebody was dipping into everyone's cupboards anyway). It took me a while to figure out which one was Wanda's, but then when I found the cupboard filled with Sokovian snacks and ingredients, I knew it was the one.

I filled a plastic cup with some green food colouring powder that I'd gone out of my way to buy especially for this prank, and balanced it on the top shelf of her cupboard, just about managing to shut the drawer before it could fall on me. A satisfied smile appeared on my lips as I imagined the reaction it would get from her.

"Your cupboard is on the end, you know that, right?"

I spun around at the sound of Sam's voice from behind me, startled because I hadn't even heard him come in.

"I'm aware, yes," I played along, clearing my throat. "I was just looking for something."

He quirked a brow but said nothing more about it as he headed to the fridge to grab some juice. I moved away from Wanda's cupboard so I wouldn't raise any more suspicion, when Sam spoke up again.

"You know Tony was gonna throw you a party for your return?" he asked. "Everybody really missed you."

"Yeah, he told me," I recalled the memory with a shudder. "I threatened to shank him if he did."

I appreciated Tony, but I knew that he was just looking for another reason to party. My absence wasn't that long and I certainly didn't expect to be celebrated upon my return. I'd been back for five days and had already caught up with everyone, now resorting to enjoying a little break before getting back into the swing of things. Partying was the last thing on my mind.

Sam chuckled, pouring his juice into a glass. "Well, we all missed you, but I know you hate parties, so how about this. Nat, you and me go out for drinks tonight. Our treat."

My shoulders relaxed at this offer. "Sure... why not?"

I got along with everyone on the team, but Sam and Nat were the easiest to talk to in my opinion. The least problematic and certainly the least annoying, to an extent. Drinks with them sounded easier than conversing with strangers.

"Hey, so have you had a chance to meet Wanda yet? Cap said he was gonna set up a meeting with you guys."

At the mention of Wanda, I rolled my eyes. "Yes. We met the other day."

Sam didn't seem to notice my irritation as he sipped his juice with thought. "She's cool, right? We all thought you'd both get along well. You know, since you're the youngest in the team an' all."

"Being the youngest means nothing," I told him, crossing my arms. "And she's definitely not cool."

Only now picking up on my change of mood, he creased his forehead with confusion. "I know being the youngest isn't a game changer, but I just thought–"

"Trust me," I interrupted, making a move to leave. "It means nothing."

"Huh... well, she was excited to meet you for what it's worth."

I almost laughed. Wanda? Excited to meet me? She'd been nothing but a bitch to me since I arrived. Okay, yes, technically I started it, but I did try to make it right! It was her fault we still weren't on the best of terms.

"I'm gonna go watch TV," I concluded the conversation, patting him on the shoulder as I walked past. "I'll see you and Nat for drinks tonight."

He was still confused, but nodded. "Yeah, right... see you."

To my satisfaction, it was a few hours later when I was enjoying some good old-fashioned Tom & Jerry on the TV and Wanda burst through the doors of the living room with green powder covering her face and upper body. I almost choked on the orange I was eating when I saw her, unable to hold back my laughter.

"What the hell?!" she shouted, hands on her hips as she glared at me with a heated expression.

"Green is definitely your colour," I teased, enjoying the way she clenched her jaw and squeezed her hands into fists by her side. "You really look like a witch now, like the one out of the Wizard of Oz. Really fits the bill. You're welcome."

Her eyes flashed red. "You're picking the wrong fight here, Y/L/N."

I shrugged calmly. "You started it, Maxi-pad." Her eyes darkened at the nickname. "You're just lucky I didn't get you a broomstick, too. There's already one lodged up your arse, right?"

Her eye twitched as she tried her very hardest to contain her anger. I met her gaze, practically daring her to do something. But she didn't. So, I returned to my orange and continued to peel it casually.

"Fuck you," she muttered harshly, before flicking her hand.

A red wisp wrapped around my orange and before I could question what she was doing, the peel came back a little and the tangy juice squirted me in the eye, making me curse and squeeze it shut. I heard her hum contently before leaving, and as much as I wanted to go after her and give her a piece of my mind, I didn't. My eye was hurting for one thing, plus, at the end of the day, it was her who'd have to get green food colouring out of her hair and clothes, not me.

That was reassuring in itself, but as I blinked the juice from my eye, I knew one thing for certain.

Wanda Maximoff was really starting to piss me off.

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egcdeath · 3 years ago

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I have a question/request for you: in the answer you gave to an anonymous person, I read that you’d like to read more stories about jealous Steve. could you write something about Steve, maybe jealous of some other Avengers or reader’s friend? Thx ❤

green-eyed monster

summary: a run in with your ex at a gala encourages everyone's green eyed monster to make an appearance.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: jealousy, stubborn reader, insecurity, bad decisions, mean words, kinda angst, kinda hurt/comfort, fluff in the end

author's note: i felt like writing another fic for my own sitcom challenge, so i did :D. the prompts i used are "It's called chemistry, I have it with everybody!" - Jeff Winger, Community & “If we needed to talk about feelings, they would be called ‘talkings.’” - Nick Miller, New Girl

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Charity galas were always one of your favorite aspects of being an Avenger. Getting dolled up for a night, overindulging in glasses of expensive champagne, eating plates of extremely overpriced food, and conversing with donors and agents you hadn’t seen in a while always proved to be a good time.

This gala was no different, and despite the current absences from your table— Sam and Nat off greeting attendees, and Steve having just excused himself to the bathroom moments prior— you were enjoying yourself.

You scrolled aimlessly through a social media timeline when someone grabbed your attention by gently tapping you on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” the man asked, prompting you to look up at him. Your face broke into a grin at the sight of the man, someone you hadn’t seen for many moons.

“Ben!” you gasped, “holy shit!”

“You look…” he gestured with his hands up and down at you, “you look amazing. I guess our breakup did you good.”

You both shared a chuckle at that, and you shook your head as he sat down in Natasha’s seat, right next to you.

“Thanks. You could say that, but I would argue you’re giving yourself far too much credit since that was like, a lifetime ago,” you turned your body towards him and leaned your chin into the palm of your hand. “How’ve you been?”

“Pretty damn good. We had our first baby not too long ago-“

“With ‘You don’t have to worry about her Eve?’” you playfully asked.

“Actually, yes. We’ve been going strong for five years now,” he began to reach into his pocket to grab his phone and show you proof of such. “But that’s enough about me, what’s been happening in your world?”

“Well, don’t tell anyone, but Captain America and I have been seeing each other for a few years now.”

“Ah, I’ve heard through the grapevine,” Ben glanced up, then back down to you, “speak of the devil.”

Steve made a show of pulling his chair out from the round table, dragging it harshly against the floor before sitting down on the other side of you.

“Oh, you must be-” Ben began before immediately being cut off, as if he hadn’t been speaking at all.

“Stark’s gonna be giving his speech any minute now. You should probably find your seat, Son,” Steve directed more than suggested, making sure to use his deeper, more assured Captain voice.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he chuckled awkwardly, pulling the chair he was seated in out, and standing up. “It was great seeing you again, Y/N. We really need to get together soon,” Ben offered you a genuine smile, pressed a little peck to your cheek, then gave a stiff nod to Steve before walking away.

“What was that?” Steve asked, looking somewhat flustered.

“Just catching up with a friend,” you shrugged nonchalantly, reaching for the stem of your champagne glass.

“Mhm,” he hummed slowly in a tone that was clearly meant to prompt you to go on.

“What?”

“Nothing else you wanna tell me about this friend? Nothing special about him?”

“Not particularly,” you replied casually, taking a sip from your nearly empty glass.

Steve scoffed, “he certainly wasn’t acting like you’re just ‘friends.’”

"It's called chemistry, Steve. I have it with everybody," you snapped back, leaning into your chair as Nat and Sam took their seats around the table, directing their attention to the platform in front of the room as the lights in the rest of the hall dimmed.

Steve leaned over into your space, speaking into your ear for just you to hear, “we’ll continue this conversation later.”

——

One thing you learned over the course of your relationship was that Steve was a man of his word. The moment that Steve had pulled out of the parking lot, he was pouncing on you like an aggravated cat.

“Are you ready to tell me the truth?” he asked, eyes focused on the road ahead.

You laughed aloud at the sentiment before realizing that Steve, though dramatic, was dead serious, “you’re seriously still pressing me about Ben?”

“I just want you to be honest with me, that’s all.”

“I think you already know the truth, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

The car grew awkwardly quiet, and the soft sound of the radio became much clearer to you, “I hate this song,” you mumbled.

Steve reached for the radio dial and turned it up. You countered this motion by turning it all the way down. This petty back and forth continued for much longer than it should’ve, considering you were both adults.

“Can you stop that?” you asked by the time the song had finished playing.

“I just want you to say it,” Steve grit out.

“Fine. I was talking with a friend, who I happened to have dated in the past. Happy?

“Why do you keep calling him your friend? He’s your ex!”

“You can be friends with your exes, Steve. It’s not the 40’s anymore.”

He scoffed, and his hands tightened around the steering wheel. “Why don’t you tell him that? He clearly isn’t over you. If I hadn’t got there sooner, he’d try to make a move on you. Hell, he probably did!”

“Are you serious?” you rolled your eyes and looked out the side window, “why is being friends with someone I have history with such a problem with you? It’s not my fault all of your exes are six feet under or rotting in retirement homes.”

You could tell you crossed a line by the way his brows furrowed and he grew silent, but you refused to step down. “You know what, why don’t we go visit Peggy? I’m sure her wrinkly ass would love to see you.”

A car passed you, and its headlights illuminated Steve’s face just in time for you to watch his jaw tick.

“See? I don’t bother you about your unfinished business. I know you still keep that compass with you. I see it in your utility belt on every goddamn mission we go on.”

His hand moved towards the dial on the car radio one last time, turning the music up once again. You didn’t fight him on it this time.

“Wow, you’re so mature for giving me the silent treatment,” you mumbled under your breath.

“You want to talk about maturity?” he began, tone biting.

“I’m surprised you’re talking at all, Mr. High and Righteous,” you pressed down on the volume dial, turning the music off altogether.

“Can you just shut up? You clearly don’t know when to fucking stop,” he nearly growled out.

You scowled in response. Of course this statement had proved to be true, but you were far too caught up in the heat of the moment to care, “pull over.”

“I’m not going to-“

“Pull over, you dick!” you repeated, unlocking the door as Steve veered off to the side of the road.

“I think I’ll walk the rest of the way, since I ‘don’t know when to fucking stop’,” you retorted, popping open the door before Steve could even begin to argue with you.

You stepped out easily, thanks to Steve slowing the car down.

“Seriously, Y/N. Get back in the car. You’ve made your point,” Steve yelled from the rolled down window as he drove at a pace a bit slower than your own.

You flipped him off, and continued to walk.

“What if someone tries to abduct you?”

“If I can kick your ass any day of the week, what makes you think that I can’t take on some random perv?”

Steve sighed exasperatedly, though he knew there was an aspect of validity to your statement. “Can you please just get back into the car? This is so unsafe for so many reasons.”

“I’ll see you at home. Goodbye,” you picked up your pace to show that you meant business.

You were probably only a block or so from your place, so you weren’t too concerned about getting home safely. Besides, you had a point to make.

“I’m not playing around, Y/N. Get in the car. Now.” his tone sent a shiver up your spine, but you refused to give in. So you kept on moving wordlessly.

Steve kept up with you, yelling at you through the window until you arrived home. At some point, you decided to tune him out. You walked up to your door and grabbed your spare key from the bottom of a potted plant and let yourself into the house, not slowing down for a second.

You went right to work on your nighttime routine, during which you had plenty of time to bask in your negative feelings towards your partner. He had no room to complain about your interactions with exes when he occasionally seemed to be stuck in the past.

As you changed into more comfortable clothes, you couldn’t help but to lament the soreness of your feet. Those Jimmy Choos were not kind to you during your walk— you really should’ve taken them off as soon as you exited the car. On any other day, Steve would offer you a foot massage and you’d gladly oblige. But you were a woman on a mission, and you refused to concede to your jealous bastard of a boyfriend.

Steve entered your bedroom sometime before you finished getting ready, and was already settling himself in bed by the time you exited the en suite.

You said nothing as you grabbed a pillow and smaller blanket, and Steve looked over to you with a frown.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed, “ you don’t have to go sleep somewhere else.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” you agreed, pausing for a moment for dramatic effect, before setting the pillow and blanket into Steve’s arms. “You’re lucky we have a comfortable couch.”

——

To say things were tense between you and Steve was an understatement. The morning didn’t start off great— Steve came into your bedroom to wake you up for a run at an absolutely ungodly hour, and you threw a pillow at him and slurred out a ‘fuck off’.

Things didn’t get much better while you drove to the compound, with Steve making a wisecrack about you getting out of the car and walking the way to the tower— and for a moment you considered it.

The tension was very obviously palpable to your teammates, which was evident in the way they were all avoiding you both like the plague. There wasn’t frequent relationship drama on your team, but there was an unspoken rule about not picking sides.

When the time came around for your turn in the sparring room— which had been scheduled about a month ahead of time— you were somewhere in between pleased and annoyed. You typically liked sparring with your boyfriend (totally not because you often got lucky in the shower afterward), but you had no idea how things were going to go today.

You were finishing up wrapping your hands when Steve walked in, shirtless and slightly damp from some sort of prior exercise. The sight alone made you want to drop to your knees, apologize for your mistakes, and plead for forgiveness. But you were stubborn, so there would be absolutely no begging.

You stood up from your bench and walked over to Steve who was already on the mat, waiting for you so that you could both stretch together.

“Ready to apologize yet?” Steve asked almost playfully, throwing a little punch your way that you easily dodged.

“Why would I do something like that?” you asked with faux innocence, flashing your teeth in a smile before throwing a knee towards his abs— a move that he took in stride.

It wasn’t until you lunged at Steve that you were effortlessly dropped onto the mat like a bag of rice. You’d be lying if you said that the fall didn’t hurt your back. You sucked in through your teeth to express your pain in the most subtle way possible.

“Your feelings are making you sloppy,” Steve commented while extending a hand towards the mat in order to help you up. “Why don’t we talk about them?”

“If we needed to talk about feelings, they would be called ‘talkings,'” you didn’t accept his hand and stood up on your own, “and I would prefer if we ‘talked’ our feelings out in the shower,” you added with a wink.

“Come on, you know the team hates that. Besides, we need to actually talk. Some things we said and did yesterday can’t just be ignored. Even if they were heat of the moment things,” Steve grabbed your wrist as you threw a rather pulled punch at him.

“Talking is so overrated,” you mumbled in response, “People say things they don’t mean all-” you began to kick, but quickly slipped, “the ti-” you yelped as you crashed onto the ground, and groaned aloud at the pain creeping up your tailbone.

“Y/N, take this with as little offense as possible, but your form is really off today. Your mind’s not right right now. You’re gonna seriously injure yourself if you keep this up, okay?” he tossed his hands up in surrender, and walked across the mat to grab your water bottle and a towel. “Take a deep breath. Stop by Medbay if you need to. Go freshen up and work on a mission report. If it’ll make you feel any better, you can tell anyone who asks that you beat my ass so badly that you had to leave in the middle of our session.”

He squatted down to your level, passed you your bottle, and draped a towel around your neck before pressing a little peck to your slightly sweaty forehead, “I love you, and I’ll be ready to talk whenever you are.”

Dammit Steve and his ability to admit defeat and be mature when it matters. And damn him for making you tear up.

——

You’d been kept at the Compound for much longer than you expected, random tasks keeping you busy for far longer than they needed to. It was getting rather late, and you realized that there was no use in going back to your home only to show back up in the morning, and your vacant room in the compound could certainly use some love.

You reflected alone on the past few days in the empty common room while a movie you weren’t paying attention to played, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for how poorly you’d acted in that span of time.

“Should I make my sleeping arrangements here?” Steve asked with amusement in his voice as he entered the room.

You jumped a little, startled by the unannounced entry, but comforted by Steve’s presence and peace offering of a bowl of popcorn.

“No,” you responded, digging into the bowl as soon as Steve sat down next to you. “My bed here is far too big to be sleeping alone in.”

“Really?”

You nodded and looked away, a little embarrassed, “That, and I was thinking about what you said while we were sparring— I’m really sorry. I really crossed a line the other day when we were arguing, and I had no reason to be so secretive about Ben. I mean, he was telling me about his wife and his newborn and how much he loves him! I guess part of me just wanted to see you fight for me.”

“Hey, you know I’d always fight for you, right?” he gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face back so that it was facing him. “You don’t have to be all secretive about your exes with children to test my internal green monster.”

“I know,” you frowned, “I acted really out of line though. I’m sorry for everything.”

“I’m sorry too,” Steve quickly followed up, not even leaving a beat. “I should’ve tried to hear you out before I got all defensive about that guy, and it wasn’t fair for me to be pressing you like that. I mean, you don’t get like that when I talk to Sharon. And about the compass thing-” Steve seemed to suddenly whip out his compass from his pocket.

“Where did that come from?” you asked with a lift in your voice.

“Had to take it out before I washed the suit,” he flipped it open with ease and revealed a miniature photo of you, beaming like the sun. “It was Peggy for a while. But that was before I met my new North Star.”

It was truly impossible for you not to swoon when your boyfriend said things like that.

Heat rose up your neck, and you looked down bashfully, “that’s really… you’re so cheesy,” you giggled, leaning into Steve’s side.

“You love that about me,” he pecked your forehead and you sighed happily. You were happy to be back on good terms with Steve, and clearly he was feeling the same way.

“Your apology is accepted, by the way,” you added, just for good measure.

“Oh, I’m honored,” Steve proclaimed while popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “That’s perfect, ‘cause I also accept yours.”

You watched Steve with a fond grin on your face, and a warm feeling in your chest. You really weren’t sure what you’d done to deserve someone like him in your life.

“Now what was it that you were saying about ‘talkings?’”

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folklorefairyy · 4 years ago

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sweet, soft and swift - p.m

summary: headcanons which explore the softest moments in your relationship with pietro

warnings: slight mention of loss, i mention pietro picking you up but i imagine he can do so to most body types due to the speed enhancement - like he would’ve in aou

word count: 0.789k

authors note: this is a second request from a nonnie who requested i write a fluffy fic for pietro and after suggesting headcanons they requested i do!

Pietro loves through touch - whether its a hand tracing circles on your thigh or finding solace on your back, fingers interlocking with yours or a light brushing of skin, or perhaps even his head resting on your lap after a long day - whatever it is Pietro will find a way to touch you, he can’t keep his hands off you.

Perhaps a part of this comes from the fear that loss has instilled in him - he doesn’t want to lose you like he has those closest to him and so even the most minuscule of contact is a reminder of your presence, of your current permanence in his life.

Pietro would 100% pick you up and just zoom to wherever he wants with you - he has a carefree attitude, most likely to do with how fast his body wants to move so he just does things as they cross his mind.

Want to go snuggle in bed? You’ll be under the covers in a second, with his arms encircled securely round your waist.

Want a midnight snack from the kitchen? He’s got you sat on the counter before you can even tell him what you want, rummaging through the cupboards for your favourite snacks and most likely forgetting where they get stored, waiting for you to point them out without explicitly asking for help (Bucky and Sam probably move them around to tease him).

Want to sit on the roof and watch the stars? You’re snuggled up in a blanket, leaning against Pietro’s chest as you take in the vast expanse of darkness freckled with tiny glimpses of light.

Pietro would want you to bond with Wanda, since theirs was an integral part of his being, and you most probably would! You’d probably end up spending most days in Wanda’s room, watching sitcoms and jokingly gossiping about the avengers.

His jealousy would kick in (as well as his inherent need to be near you), causing him to speed around the compound looking for you, and each time he spotted you on Wanda’s bed he’d roll his eyes, crack a jab at Wanda and swiftly take you out of there.

Pietro makes it clear that you are his, that you belong to the slightly older Maximoff twin - he’d nuzzle kisses into your neck, tickling you and teasing you until you admitted that he was your favourite Maximoff.

Sometimes you’d tease him, relentlessly stating that he just couldn’t compare to Wanda and that would only prompt him further as he'd pout and form puppy dog eyes, Turning away from you until you finally gave into his antics - ones you knew were only lighthearted and joking.

Pietro would find the most obscure ways to make you smile, such a sight being one that set his heart on fire, and any chance to burn the kindling of love that resided there was a chance he’d take for he’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

Whether that be bringing you a rock and saying it made him think of you or it be an oddly shaped cookie that he just found ‘cute’, Pietro would just bring you random objects to see your face light up with joy.

PDA seems like something Pietro is rather fond of - it wouldn’t be anything extreme but ideas of kissing you lightly on the lips at random moments during your trip, holding your hand as you perused down some random street or even his arm hooked around your waist as you sat on a bench in some random park, flittered through his head.

Such scenarios made his heart flutter, to know he was yours and you didn’t care who knew - he never had much but to know he had you, despite everyone else in the world, well that was one of the few things that kept him going.

Pietro would use every pet name under the sun - whether they be in English or not he always finds a sweet word to call you that was so endearing your heart could almost melt.

You’d use one back of course but his knowledge of multiple languages had you beat and a few competitions on who could come up with the most pet names in a week would definitely become a recurring thing.

At night, when the skyline was painted black and the corridors were silent, he would hold you close, arms locked securely around you as he veiled you in a cocoon of safety that only he could provide.

He’d listen to your soft breaths, to your heart beating gently against his - two sounds combining to create the sweetest song his heart could call home and in those moments of bliss, of remembrance of your physical and mental presence in his life, he’d realise just how full his heart was with for you.

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bvccy · 3 years ago

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Can you write something with Mafia!Bucky or Avenger!Bucky where his enemies hurt the reader and Bucky's hell bent on revenge ? P.s love your blog <3

Nonny, you sent this prompt months ago (in July, I think), and I just now got to it. I almost didn't write it, actually, because it isn't something from my prompt list and I'm not sure I want to just take open prompts like this 😂 But I like protective!Bucky, so I wrote you a thing 💜

It turned out pretty long. Be aware it has some explicitly violent bits, and also some pining/angst. I wrote Avenger!Bucky, because mafia AUs seem OOC for him, but anyway I hope you like it!

By the way, what happens to the reader in this story might seem unlikely, but I did some research before I started writing and was basically inspired by this story (the link is spoilery, so I suggest you open it only after reading the fic lol).

Thank you for the prompt, and for your kind words! 🌺🌺🌺

— PAIRING: Avenger!Bucky x F!Reader — SYNOPSIS: Bucky falls in love with a girl working for Tony in Avengers Tower. He's trying to fit back in to society, fit in with the other Avengers, and maybe even get the courage to ask her out… But he almost loses her right before he has the chance to do it, and once Bucky makes sure she's safe, he goes to get revenge. — CONTENTS: Angst, hints of male masturbation, some explicit violence against bad guys, and a happy ending. — WORDCOUNT: 7.1k

It took a long time, but with the team's help Bucky managed to ease back into society, and into a form of service that suited him. Something he could do to reach a sort of peace with himself, to come back to the society he'd left for so long and no longer even recognised… And, more privately, to have something to do to keep his mind occupied. The therapy wasn't helping much, not that he could admit to that in so many words.

"It's going to take time," said Steve with brotherly sympathy. His hand rested heavily on Bucky's shoulder as they huddled around a table at the diner near Avengers tower, but his friend found it hard to look up at him.

"Yeah, I know."

"The doc knows what she's doing."

"Sure."

"Just trust the process. Trust yourself."

"Thanks a lot, Stevie."

He didn't like being blue like that. Caught between wanting to accept Steve's help and wanting to be honest, there wasn't much left for Bucky to say. He didn't believe a word his friend told him, didn't think Steve had any idea what it was like, but he had to trust him. There was no open avenue other than going rogue — and that wasn't a viable option.

"Sometimes, I think…" he started, and stopped, and laughed a bit sombrely, "I think the missions help a whole lot more than the shrink."

"Well, that's good," grinned Steve. "New assignment's coming up."

They raided an old base up in the Alps, a WWII relic that was too far up for the authorities to reach and make into a museum, and, thinking themselves forgotten by the world, some paramilitary bent on settling old scores had taken over. They had their scientists working on explosives, which made it easy to blow the whole thing up in one night. It was almost like old times.

"You got all of them?" asked Tony through their earpiece.

"Looks like it," sighed Steve, squinting at the ruin burning bright.

"Alright then, come back home. Unless you wanna do some sightseeing first."

"Nope. Seen enough the first time 'round."

Bucky stood by his side, gripping the rifle slung around his shoulder, unmoving against the chilling winds and the inferno in front of him. Something bothered him about that mission, it bothered him all the way back home, at the tower, at his mandated therapist, and into his lonely home.

Sleeping on the cold hard floor made it easier somehow, but it didn't help to remember why he was brought so low in the first place. Why he couldn't be like normal people anymore. Why he felt like a mangy dog every time he laid down, tired and restless, and curled up beneath threadbare sheets.

Wrapping up after the mission proved more challenging than actually doing it. He and Steve were stuck writing up reports about it for days afterwards, going through the files they salvaged, the recordings they recovered, keeping an account of all men killed… His mind wasn't up for it, and Bucky ended up taking walks around the tower every now and then, thinking and not thinking, letting his mind rest. The city pulsed around him, busier and noisier and uglier than he remembered, gripped by some sports event that week and filled with drunken youngsters with silly hats and long balloons, bonking each other in the head as they walked past. Against the shapeless sounds, Bucky let himself become lost as he walked circles around the building while the autumn sunset grew chiller all around him.

When he finally decided to head back up, it must have been around 8 in the evening. Even the receptionist at Stark Tower had gone home, but there were a few people outside, smoking, and there was light in the lobby. He stepped through, head down and hands in his pockets as he usually did, wary of being spotted, as if instinctively ashamed. An odd scent of rubber and alcohol hit him almost as soon as he went through the revolving doors. Looking up, Bucky saw one of the workers waiting by the elevator, and next to her one of those kids with a huge rubber hat in some team colours, balloon in one hand and red cup in the other — 'kid' he thought; the guy must've been in his 30s. He was trying to talk to her, but the office girl was focused on the metal doors in front.

She was dressed in the same sort of uniform all of Stark's people wore, muted colours and straight lines crinkled as the hours passed, with an access badge around her neck, clinging to a paper bag that must've held a croissant or cold pastry from the shop nearby that had just closed. Her feet, trapped in delicate shoes that were made for carpets more than streets, tapped on the ground as in her head she counted the floors until the elevator came back down and rescued her.

The boy swung back and forth as he faced the side of her and, with some difficulty, slurred:

"You haf a greight face…"

Bucky smirked as he saw her jaw tighten, but now that he was paying attention, he couldn't disagree. She had a perfect proportion of soft and sharp, a sweet set of features even while marred by tiredness and fright, thoughtful eyes coloured all the more cutely by her frown, and a mouth made for kisses. Hearing him as he got closer, the girl turned her head and breathed a sigh. He gave her a quick smile as he went around and gripped the drunkard.

"Alright, kiddo, off you go."

"Buh —"

"This isn't the place for you. Go find your friends."

Step by stumbling step, Bucky walked him to the exit and nearly shoved him out, but as soon as he found himself outside the kid saw something else of interest and lurched away by himself. When he went back in, Bucky saw the office girl was holding the elevator doors for him, a timid, grateful smile lighting up her face.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"Don't mention it."

They spent the ride up trying not to look at one another, spending the ride up in silence. Bucky took his hands out of his pockets and made an effort to stand up straight while the girl clung to the railing — not afraid of him, was she? Surely he'd been pretty publicly exonerated; and he'd just helped her…

But as he filled up the next few days by working late into the night with Steve, he kept seeing her around — sometimes earlier, sometimes later, but she tended to go out for fresh air too, or a modest bite to eat, and she was always friendly. So maybe it was something else…

"Maybe she's just shy."

"Who?"

"Don't think I haven't seen you, Buck."

He turned to meet the stupid grinning face of his blond friend.

"I can talk to Stark's employees if I want to."

"I hope so!"

"Since when do you play matchmaker?" asked Bucky, suddenly feeling flustered — more at being caught than anything else. Although, what was he caught with?

He hadn't exchanged more than a few words with her, caught her name, remembered her floor, noticed the things she liked to eat and how she liked her coffee, and offered to trade complaints about their work if she was willing.

"It's just nice," shrugged Steve with an innocence he didn't merit, "seeing you more like your old self."

"Uh-huh."

She knew who he was, he'd figured that out quickly enough, and her calmness soothed Bucky more than he expected. She didn't ask questions he didn't want to answer, although he could see behind her eyes a sometimes burning curiosity. Perhaps she could read him too, because as soon as he started fidgeting, looking down at his shoes like a boy chastised, she offered up some awkward little detail from her life, or gossip about her colleagues, complaining about her boss, or talking about what she'd done over the weekend.

"We had a 'teambuilding' thing on Saturday."

"Oh yeah, what's what?"

"It's when the boss has some extra funding for social activities and makes us go places to waste our free time."

"Sounds fun," he grinned, knowing it would make her roll her eyes. "Where did you go?"

"Cinema. There was this movie about superheroes and clowns and there were some explosions."

"Was it horrible?"

"Yes, very. Could you hold my coffee, please?" she asked as she took out her wallet to pay the cashier.

"You shouldn't work such long hours, you know," he smiled down at her.

"It's only for this month," she shrugged. "Big project, boss needs us all here…"

It knocked the cheer right out of him to know he might not see her around so often after that. What if there was another mission? What if there was nothing? What excuse could he come up with to keep coming by?

Would she even miss their talks? Did she even care? Did she chat with him out of pity or a misplaced sense of charity? The girl spoke pretty calmly about those coming weeks of quiet work, as if these late-night talks didn't make any difference… Perhaps they didn't.

Perhaps they shouldn't.

Back in his apartment, cold and quiet like a burrow, Bucky was confronted once again by what he was. A sad and lonely man, an awkward cripple with a toy arm, too scared of his own dreams to sleep without the television on, too weak to even sleep on a bed. Between the mismatched dishes put together from a charity shop and the cracked mirror in the bathroom, he couldn't find a single thing that he could offer her, that would make him worthy of her, that would make him a man.

In his thoughts as he settled down to sleep, struggling with his animalistic body, he allowed himself to think of her in the hope that it would make him dream of sweeter things — though it never did. And all his touches were in vain, the light caresses up his thigh with those strange unfeeling metal fingers, like somebody else's hand, and the grips tempered by self-restraint that teased him to the point of madness, fingers threaded through his hair from the other side, all so that he could pretend it's her — all of it was much more than he should have done, yet every night was not enough.

The month passed, and then he only saw her sparingly, catching her as she left and he arrived for some late briefing, saying polite hello's in passing as if he wasn't already in love. His therapist noticed, pestering him about how he felt about women, what he thought about dating, if anyone had caught his eyes.

"It's none of your business, doc."

"You can't go through life all alone, James."

"Why not? I have, so far."

"Yeah, and how's that been working out for you?"

"Just fine," he smiled with deliberate malice.

"Still have trouble sleeping?"

"No," he lied.

"Having someone there could help you."

"That's great to know."

"Alright. I can see you're not in the mood for it today. How about you —"

She didn't finish saying it before he was out of his seat. Bucky didn't want her knowing that he thought the same, or that he'd started to ease into sleeping in a bed again all on his own.

Face first, fully awake, using it as a lewd prop as he imagined a certain girl beneath him, with sheets for a body and the pillow for a face. He held himself suspended just above as he eased his naked body forward, his back chilling in the dark room as sweat pooled, and with slow, nearly mechanical moves, Bucky thrust into the body he pretended was there. But no voice cried out, there was no one to speak to or call his name, there were no other sighs but his.

Another mission was announced, and he was jumping at the chance to go. The killing didn't feel good, but the hard jitters of the flight, the cold nights on stakeout, the distraction of the click of metal weapons in his own metallic hand all served as an escape, before he had to go back home to the cage that waited there. His apartment had never seemed so lifeless without another soul to share it, but whenever he thought to step on his pride and admit to his doctor she was right and just start "dating" someone, anyone, a frowning face looked up at him from within his memory, and lightened up when their eyes met, and her tired mouth pulled up in a smile and it was all for him and he knew he wouldn't have anyone else.

Like a present, he saw her again around Christmas. Tony threw a company party, and all the staff had to come. It was embarrassingly lavish, loud, and a little lurid, but Bucky didn't mind. Steve was enjoying himself, Clint was causing trouble, and Tony had arranged some fun little gadgets to keep people entertained. Everyone enjoyed the food, and the music with some carols, and the alcohol (more for the flavour), but try as he might he couldn't help but search — all night — and find — at long last — at a further table with the ordinary staff, his new friend among the masses. If his buddies noticed him pining, they said nothing.

Bucky watched her getting up to make for the table with the drinks, sauntering in a red dress with black lace trimming, poured on her like drying blood, hair clasped back and showing off her neck. He knew he spent too much time sucking in the sight of her before he came up with some excuse and got up too.

It was a strange mix for him to feel shy and hungry all at once. Approaching like a predator, he captured the far corner of the table, pretending to look for something else, and then slowly by degrees he noticed her — and saw her notice him as well, though she was worse at hiding it. A quick breath filled her chest, her shoulders squared, fingers lingering on the edge of crystal cups as she became aware of being seen.

"Hi," he dared say, looking up. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too," she smiled, suddenly relaxed. "How've you been?"

A thing about her made him burn — maybe it was her dress, the music, the low coloured lights shining off her hair, or his own shame as he suddenly remembered all the positions he'd placed her in, in his bed, in his head, all those ways she'd made him melt before and drip like lazy milk. As he stopped right by her side, Bucky felt his whole posture coming down, poise broken by her presence into something less than a weary old weapon, but more than a mere animal.

"Been doing alright," he nodded, fingers fiddling around his glass as he slowly got a little closer. "And you?"

She shrugged a bit wearily. "Things are fine… Work's more quiet. I've missed our talks, though," she grinned, but briefly, seeming to regret that little confession as soon as she said it, but she didn't catch his eyes light up.

"Oh yeah?" Bucky husked. "I've missed them too, you know." Missed you, he thought, as a nervous rumbling started building up at the back of his head. The girl look up as if she heard his thoughts, and maybe even shared them, and as he held her hopeful gaze in his he started saying: "Maybe we can —" but didn't finish, because that rumbling got closer, and it wasn't in his head.

They both looked up to see a strange shape hovering — a little drone with a branch of mistletoe hanging from it — and when Bucky turned to the tables, he could see Tony with a stupid little remote.

"You know the rules," he called out, cheered on by Nat and Pepper, with Steve trying to look disapprovingly but failing, a smirk betraying him. "Kiss! Kiss!"

Bucky sighed and threw them a scathing look, tearing his eyes away only to look down to the girl frozen in front, who seemed as angry as he was — at their moment being interrupted, at being made a spectacle of, at being so embarrassed — but she knew she couldn't show it. Her nails dug into the glass, clinging to the one solid thing she could as heavy breaths moved her chest, but she kept her focus somewhere lower than his face, and wouldn't look up anymore.

For a moment he hoped that she'd go through with it, but he knew better… This wasn't her way, it was too soon, too public, and though she'd just told him that she missed him maybe that didn't mean anything more. He barely opened his mouth to apologise for Tony, when she gathered enough courage to move and walked right past him.

"Damn it, Stark!" growled Bucky as he threw a death glare, then went out after her.

The girl half-jogged toward the elevators and he rushed after, mumbling apologies as he caught up. The doors opened right away and she stepped in, and Bucky reached it just in time to join her.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that, I didn't… Stark's an idiot. Please don't…" he breathed as he watched her hug herself. "Please don't be upset."

"Sorry for making a fuss," she muttered as she pressed for the ground floor. "I just don't… like this sort of stuff. I hate these parties."

"I know." Did he? He could guess, from the little he'd gotten to know her.

"They're just so… My boss made me come to this thing," she sighed, finally looking up at him and frowning, but smiling somewhat apologetically. "He says I need to be in more 'team-building activities'. But I hate it, there's nothing about Christmas at this party. It's so fake."

"I know," he nodded, suddenly truly understanding. He didn't talk about it much, but he could compare it to the Christmas parties from his day. Even in the middle of the war, with all the rations and the ruins, it still seemed like… more. "The soul's all gone out of it."

"Yes… I guess everyone feels the same, I'm just not good at putting up with it."

"You can relax now though, I won't… I'm not…" like them.

The girl looked down at her hands clutching the rails, and her tense face relaxed into something a bit more embarrassed. Her fingers were still holding tightly to the metal bar, nails digging into her flesh as if she could weld herself to it.

"It's not that. I've just always been nervous in elevators…"

"Really? Why?"

"I got stuck in one when I was little," the girl shrugged. "I was stuck right between the floors and the lights went off. And I was afraid that if I screamed or banged on the doors, the cables would snap and it would fall, I had no idea how these things worked," she laughed. "Had to wait a few hours for someone to find me."

"Poor kid," laughed Bucky, looking fondly at her now that she'd relaxed a bit, and opened up, and seemed to be forgetting all about the party.

She had gone down to escape and take a walk, so he joined her. That winter was dry and snowless, but even so it was quite cold at night. He wrapped his jacket around her shoulders as they paced a wide circle round the building, chatting just like before. The night breeze, or maybe the excitement, or the warmth of him surrounding her made the girl's face heat up and her shy smile didn't escape his notice. He didn't dare ask for more from her after what just happened, but they arranged to start meeting each other again — Bucky with the excuse that he needed to get away from Steve more often, and she that she had no one to have lunch with that she liked. It was good enough for him, and maybe next time he would ask…

He went home with her perfume still clinging to the collar.

They kept their promise to each other after the New Year, and met for lunch in the first week. He didn't ask for more then either, even though he spent the whole half hour that they had together thinking all the ways to say it, looking for a chance or a break in conversation.

Back at home he cursed himself, and tried to ask it in the mirror.

Everything out of his mouth sounded pathetic to his ears and he was even more cowardly the second time, though she seemed lovelier than ever.

"Same time next week?" he asked as they got up together.

"I can't Wednesday, long meeting in the afternoon. How's Thursday?"

"I, ah, have some training to do with Steve." He hadn't told her yet that they were planning another mission.

"Oh, alright then. Friday?"

"Sure thing, doll." It was a good day to finally ask her out: right before the weekend, less work to do, she'd be in a good mood… She might even say 'yes'.

Friday came around, a little cold and cloudy but with a milky sort of diffuse light that seemed to spread across the city. Bucky even made the effort to dress slightly better, hoping that she wouldn't notice — or would. Surely it wouldn't surprise her too much if he asked to spend time together… in the evening. To go out together, somewhere else, maybe even go dancing.

Standing ready on the 45th floor, he sent her a quick text. "Ready when you are."

"On my way <3" she texted back.

Bucky smiled fondly at her message as he sat down in a chair by the elevators.

But he didn't get to wait for more than a few minutes when an alarm suddenly went off. Fire drill? They had those sometimes in the office buildings… Then, a shattering sound rumbled through the walls as the tower shook with an explosion.

People's screams could be heard from all directions, frightened and confused. Looking outside, he could already see smoke covering the skyline. Before him, the elevator shafts screeched and groaned as metal scratched against metal, and more explosions came up from below.

He already had his hand on the phone to call her when Steve called him instead.

"Explosions, 85th floor," his friend said with a pant as he ran up the stairs. "Looks like a ten-man team, they're still here. We need you right now, Buck."

"On it," he said as he started running as well, trying not to think about what had happened to the girl.

Every nerve in his body told him to look for her, but until the villains were dealt with she would be in danger. He tried calling her anyway as he ran up two steps at a time — no answer. Maybe she was busy getting out with everybody else… Bucky put his phone away to take out a gun instead.

A grenade rushed by down the staircase shaft as he kept running, the boom echoing all the way back up to him in a shower of screams from other people at the bottom.

Tony got in touch as well, he was in the suit. Natasha had already caught up with Steve, and he reached them just in time to deflect a bullet aimed for her head with his metal arm.

"Thanks," she gasped. "There's four of them holed up in the corner office."

"Do we know who's behind this?" growled Bucky.

Steve threw a guilty look back, sitting crouched beneath his shield. "Seems we missed a spot back in Italy."

That mission in the Alps, the WWII bunker… So this was payback.

It took them two hours to clear all of them out from all the offices and hidden places, but a few managed to get away. Steve and Tony captured a few alive and planned to interrogate them, while Bucky wasn't feeling all that generous.

"I didn't kill anyone," he shrugged the metal shoulder while Natasha tried to apply pressure to the other one, bleeding from a gunshot.

"You shoved two guys off the 70th story, Buck," frowned Steve.

"I kicked them. Not my fault they couldn't survive the fall."

"And that guy with his gut full of lead?" smirked Natasha as she finished wrapping him up.

"My trigger finger slipped."

"Right."

"Metal hand, gets slippery with blood…"

"We could've gotten some intel from them," she sighed.

"Don't act all high and mighty, Nat," he frowned at her. She'd killed a couple too, and had to look down guiltily. Then, with a change of voice, he started asking: "Wh-where's… Er, do you know wh—… I, ah, was supposed to meet someone for lunch."

"We haven't checked for survivors yet," she said.

Bucky got to his feet and pulled his shirt back on as he started jogging toward the hallway.

"The lifts are down, take the stairs," the woman called back after him.

He paused, and a thought chilled him to the bone. Bucky reached the nearest elevator and tried calling it. Sure enough, it was out of order. With some difficulty, he pulled the doors open and peered through, but the whole shaft looked empty: the wires had snapped.

Too shocked to even curse, he just pulled his phone from the back pocket — crushed, it must've gotten broken in the fight. Bucky ran to the nearest office and tried to call her from there, but the call wouldn't go through. He called Tony instead and learned they were still rounding up the people outside.

"We've had a few deaths," the man sombrely said as police sirens blared in the background. "Security guards, and the people working near the explosion sites."

"What about elevator accidents?"

"We haven't checked for that ye—"

Bucky hanged up and started running. All the lifts seemed stuck somewhere between floors, except for the one that had snapped — the one closest to the blasts. It was also the one closest to her office, the one she usually took when she came to him… A bloodcurdling fear taking over his whole being, he made for the basement before he could think another thought.

There were still people inside that had hidden away in offices or supply closets and were just now running away while a bomb squad was going up, with some firemen trailing behind and a SWAT team trying to secure the area. His shoulder wound was closing up, not that bumping into all those people helped — it kept opening back up and he trailed blood behind, but in the mess of broken glass and bullet casings, it all got lost.

The bottom of the building was a mess. Another two bombs have gone off there, probably at the same time as above, and the dust had barely had time to settle. A few of the pillars seemed to be barely holding on, but the building was too secure to be brought down that easily. Huffing through the black smoke, the smell of burnt wires and heated concrete, still dripping a bit of blood and filthy with it on his face and hands, Bucky stepped through the debris until he found the collapsed elevator. The doors were bent outward from the impact, and he hoped with everything he had that this… hadn't been her fate; that she was outside and safe, being counted among the survivors, or hidden away somewhere like a frightened mouse.

He called her name, but heard nothing. He wasn't sure if he should be glad or even more worried, and with a trembling voice, he called again. Nothing…

And then, a hollow knock resounded.

"Doll? Are you in there?!"

"B-Bucky?" her frightened voice called out, scratchy with pain and a wet sounding cough he didn't like.

"Hold on!"

It was more difficult to pull the doors off, twisted as the metal was, and once he did that he was met by a mess of wires coiled at the bottom. It was then that he realised what saved her: the blast had caused the wires to snap and they coiled at the bottom, softening the fall. Bucky ended up having to go one floor higher and reach her from above, but he reached her eventually.

The poor thing was terrified, but could still smile when she finally saw him. She'd fallen nearly 50 floors, her face was cut and bruised, she had three broken ribs and probably a broken arm as well, and though tears had painted paths through the dust on her cheeks she wasn't crying anymore. Happy and alive, she struggled to get up the little bit she could, yearning for him as much as he did for her.

"I've got you," Bucky whispered as he gingerly got in beside her, trying not to let the shaking in his voice come through. "You're alright, we'll get you out of here…"

"What happened?" she asked in a small voice.

"A… certain group attacked the building. We took care of them, don't you worry."

"They're all dead now?"

He didn't want to say it, but couldn't lie when he looked up and caught her eyes as he kneeled beside her. "Not all. Not yet."

Bucky didn't know how he was going to get to those in Tony's custody — well, the police's custody now — but as soon as he saw her safe and tended to in the hospital, he called Steve and arranged for a flight back to that bunker.

"They won't be there again, Buck, they know we're onto them."

"So find out where they are," he growled. "I told you we should've done a sweep of the place before we blew it up, Steve."

"Don't start with that again," he sighed, sounding contrite and angry but underneath it somewhat afraid of his friend right now. "We messed up, I messed up… We'll fix it."

"You're damn right. Find them and have the jet ready in 20 minutes."

It felt a little like back in the day when Steve did something thoughtless and Bucky had to bring him back in line. It felt serious then too, a scrape in a back alley could be life-and-death, but it was never as serious as this. She's safe though, he thought to himself, she's alive. But then, another voice answered in his head, That's not good enough.

He flew with Steve, Nat, and Clint in tow, but could only think of that frightened little girl stuck in a death trap, crashing 50 stories down, living her greatest fear and nearly dying if not for a slip of luck, waiting hours in the dark until somebody found her, breathing in with broken ribs, unable to get up or cry for help — and even if she did, nobody could hear her.

And still, she found the strength to smile, if only for his sake. She looked at him from that hospital bed like he'd hung the moon, and Bucky told himself it was just because he was the first to find her.

Tony tracked the group in a little island off the northern Russian coast called Severny: a sparsely populated place that still held some military bases, a weather station, and what was left of a few villages after the Soviets tested atom bombs there.

What they were looking for was another disused bunker on the western side. They landed undetected, then marched across the snow and ice until they reached the place. Looking like something between a fort and a rough-hewn piece of mountain set adrift, it seemed lifeless from outside, but they knew better.

"There's a vent shaft on the south side," said Natasha as she scanned the area with binoculars.

She barely finished saying it before Bucky went ahead.

"Wait a sec," whispered Steve, "we've gotta —"

"Oh, you suddenly have a plan now?" he threw back over his shoulder. "We'll split up."

Clint chuckled as he readied his bow, and even Nat had to hold back a smirk.

"Barnes has a point," she smiled. "They won't be ready for us, not so soon after their hit."

From the vents, he'd landed in a supply room where five of them were gathering materials to fix their plane. He killed one by landing on his neck, shot another three inside, and shot the last one in the back just as he was out the door. The lightbulb creaked as it swung overhead, painting half of his stern face yellow, the other half darkened with drying blood.

He walked calmly down their halls, one rifle at the ready, another slung across his back, stepping lightly as he listened for any nearby sound. The walls were thick concrete that muffled noises well, and the doors were metal slabs spread few and far between.

With the tip of his weapon, Bucky inched open the first door he found parted, but saw no one inside. He barely stepped through as he tried to look around, when he heard the echo of far off shouts and gunshots: the rest of the team had made it in. From the room next to his, two soldiers came out to investigate. As they whispered to each other and readied their guns, he exited the room and stood behind them, steading his rifle as he aimed right for one's head. The bastard barely hit the ground before his pal knew what had happened, and as he turned he caught Bucky's second bullet right in the face.

Stepping over their convulsing corpses, he went toward the racket Clint and Nat were making, then turned around the corner and waited for the reinforcements to come through. In a spray of bullets, he littered the floor with a first batch before the ones behind them caught up and doubled back around the corner. Bucky dropped the bulkier rifle for a pair of handguns and walked toward them, and the first one to look around the corner got shot through the eye. By the time the second one tried to point a rifle at him, Bucky was there to yank it from his hands and pull him close enough to shoot him through the mouth as he tried to call for backup.

"East wing's clear," came Clint's voice through his earpiece.

"I'm holed up somewhere west," said Steve as bullets bounced off of his shield. "Buck, what's your status?"

"South's clear. On my way to you."

He arrived at a larger room filled with old jeeps and a few rocket launchers following the sound of Steve's shield bouncing off the walls and knocking into people. Splatters of blood trailed down to the floor where a few corpses fell, and in the middle, Steve was trying to fight one black-clad bear of a man while dodging two more shooters from above. One of them spotted Bucky as soon as he was in the room, and almost grazed him but the shot hit the wall instead. Gritting his teeth, Bucky stepped back behind the door as he tried to take aim upwards, but the other man ran away.

It was easy for Steve to do away with the other guy and neutralise the shooter that was left. As his shield returned to him, he stood up to greet his friend.

"Nat took the north wing."

"We better go join her, then," said Bucky, reloading his gun as he turned right back around.

"Hey," Steve muttered as he jogged up to him. "Are you ok?"

"I'm not angry with you, Stevie," he sighed. "If that's what you were worried about."

"It's not…"

"There's a first."

"Alright, maybe I was a little —"

He didn't have time to finish before Clint called in to say they needed backup.

The final assault was against an annexe where all the remaining troops retreated, sealed off with a mess of metal and debris while they tried to break through to the outside. Clint's explosive arrows did away with some of it, but then as the dust cleared they started shooting back. Steve was just in time to shield them off while Nat and Bucky returned fire.

As soon as there was a brief pause while they reloaded, Bucky got out from behind the shield and kept shooting at the opening until he got close enough to launch a small grenade through it. The blast sounded through the walls together with a patter of cries and curses. More dust fell around their ears as, up in front and just out of the line of fire, Bucky punched with his left fist at the metal weakened by the blast, then leaned back and hit it once again, growling with a growing mix of pain and anger. He braced his right hand up against it, then hit the barrier again, denting it more and more each time, enough to loosen one metal sheet and pull it out.

"They've got their commander with them," said Clint as he took aim. "They'll do anything to get him out."

"So will we," frowned Steve, and for once Natasha doubted he meant to merely arrest someone.

She took position on one side, ready to shoot whoever showed up, and Clint stood opposite, while Steve deflected the stray shots that made it through until he could reach Bucky and begin to help. Between the two supersoldiers, it didn't take long to tear it down.

Bucky made it through first and had his hand on the knife strapped around his thigh just in time to jam it through the ear of the nearest guard, grabbing him by the head with his other hand to make sure the knife struck deep. He watched as life left the man's eyes before pulling it out and throwing it at another one who was trying to shoot Steve. From behind, one of Clint's shots took down another before he could throw a grenade, leaving it to explode right underneath him and take out two more of his buddies.

Heaving with an exhaustion that burnt, animated with a pain still hidden underneath a veil of anger, Bucky took the rifle from around his back and started shooting at the last contingent. Steve's shield got stuck in the wheels of the machine they were trying to use to cut through the rock, and Nat took out its operators.

By now, Bucky only hoped Steve wouldn't let his honour get in the way this time, so before his friend got a chance to change his mind, he took them out in a spray of bullets: shooting at the ones hiding in a car, firing until the bulletproof windows were shattered, and he heard them scream in pain. Another time, he might have seen the benefit of taking a few of them in, squeezing them for info. But as he killed them one by one, all he could think about was his wounded girl back home — how scared she was when he first found her, like a bird fallen from high with a broken little wing, how weak her cries had sounded, and hopeless, and because of these sick bastards, she had almost died in the way she feared the most

Guiltily, he couldn't hold back the self-pitying thought of how close he'd been to telling her how he really felt, how close he'd been to losing her.

Without any hurry, Bucky reached the last car they had hidden in and opened the door with a kick. A clutter of corpses fell through, fallen all over each other, dripping one thick cord of blood down to the floor like a noose set upside down. His hand tightened around the rifle, ready to shoot at them one last time for good measure, but then his thoughts turned to his girl and he knew she'd disapprove… With a weary sigh, he turned around and left them. He just wanted to go back home.

Bucky was beside her when she woke up the next day. He'd taken the time to wash himself a bit, scrub the blood off and get a change of clothes, and was just about to fall asleep himself when she opened her eyes. Breathlessly he leaned down to hold her hand, smiling back at her incredulous but happy face.

"Hey there," he whispered. "How do you feel?"

"Fine… Better now."

He smirked and tilted his head in disbelief. Every breath caused a little wince to twitch on her tired face.

"Oh don't look at me, I bet my face is all swollen…"

"You've got some scratches and bruises, nothing to worry about. Doctors say the ribs are the worst thing. You'll have to take it easy for the next few months…"

The girl gave an indistinct grumble, shifting gingerly on the bed as the sleep left her and she became more aware of the pain.

"I'll get you some water, then I'll call the nurse."

He stayed with her while she had her breakfast, tasting it a bit at her insistence so that they could suffer together. He got up to leave before they came around to clean her up a bit.

"I'll come back later, doll."

"You don't have to…"

Bucky regarded her with his hands shoved in his pockets, knuckles still a little scraped, the metal hand just slightly dented from where it had punched through a wall — this wouldn't be the time to tell her, so he plainly shrugged.

"I want to."

"You probably have better things to do," she smiled guiltily.

He could wait until she got a little better…

"But I don't," he shook his head, trying not to smile too brightly at the thoughts that came unbidden: them, together, going out at night and holding hands only a few months from now. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

The girl look up at him with a fresh colour in her cheeks, as if she understood.

"At least get some rest first," she slowly grinned. "You look the way I feel."

"Cracking jokes," Bucky huffed, pretending to be offended. "You'll be back up in no time."

With one last squeeze of her hand, he turned around to leave, his head bowed and grounded as his heart fluttered in his chest. Then, at the scratchy little sound of her voice, he turned back to hear her say:

"There's nowhere else I'd rather you be, either…"

The way her smile lit up her eyes filled the room brighter than the sunrise could, and he knew then he'd never leave her side again if he could help it.

#Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Barnes #Winter Soldier #Sebastian Stan #marvel #mcu #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x reader #Sebastian Stan fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bv;fanfiction #bv;oneshots

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imerdwarf · 4 years ago

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The Little Spoon

Requested by anonymous: To my fellow 4”7 person! Could you do a beefy!bucky x short!reader fic where Bucky gets teased cus the team find out he likes to be the little spoon when they cuddle🥰🥰

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky X short!reader

Warnings: fluff, beefy Bucky, mentions of spooning, teasing from the team 😍

Word Count: 1,057

Author's Notes: To my fellow 4'7" requestor, thank you I love you! Thank you for your request and I really hope you like it 🥰 there's no violence, the gif is used just to purely accentuate his beefyness 😏

This wasn't meant to happen, you weren't supposed to fall asleep on the couch in the common room where the chance of another avenger walking in and seeing you asleep would be higher than 90%.

It wasn't meant to happen but yet it did. Your sleepless night was partially to blame and Bucky's own restless night of tossing and turning didn't help things either.

The day was long enough without the sleepiness overbearing you, and when Bucky suggested you cuddle on the couch to watch a Disney movie, you were in no position to decline such an offer.

The only real issue was, you were well under 5ft tall and your beefy muscled super soldier boyfriend was a staggering 6'1" mountain of a man. You were so small next to him, his whole body could envelope you and you would disappear.

The other little snag was, Bucky just loved being the little spoon. He loved the feel of you behind him with your face on his strong back and your little arms not even reaching all the way around his waist, he loved how your shorter legs would intertwine with his.

So when he put the movie on, he positioned his body in front of you with his back to your chest. He found it the most comfortable and he was a lot of man to cuddle. His muscles would ripple under your touch and his skin was as hot as a furnace. And your size has never been an issue in the past, and truthfully, you really loved being the big spoon because it meant it would be warmer for you during the long winter months.

It was a secret to the two of you since nobody else knew of it. They always teased how he would most likely integrate you into the mattress if you were his little spoon just from his sheer size and weight.

Out of all the avengers on the team, Sam Wilson was the most curious about what the two of you would get up to. He would often nitpick Bucky's brain to find out how you cuddle since you're so little.

It just so happened to be that today would be the day Sam Wilson would indeed find out your little secret when he walked into the common room with an empty bottle of water and his earphones dangling around his neck.

A grin smeared across his face when he took in the sight of the two of you on the couch, your arm hanging off Bucky's waist and your lips parted while Bucky was absolutely gone with the angels, snores, grunts, and mumbles past his wide open mouth and his hair curtains his face.

"Oh man, I got you now." Sam snickers, taking his phone out of his pocket to snap a photo or 10. "You wait until I show these to the team when I'm back from Siberia."

***

The days that Sam was away, was pure heaven for Bucky because of the peace and quiet that was found in every room of the compound.

The peace would soon be over as Bucky could hear his loud voice from all the way in the kitchen, what confused Bucky was the dying of laughter noises coming from at least two other people.

Sheepishly, Bucky walked through the common room shirtless and his black skintight sweatpants hanging low on his waist, his bare feet slapped against the tiles that were warmed up thanks to the underfloor heating.

As he predicted, Clint and Natasha were seated around the kitchen island and Sam was showing them something hilarious from his phone when Bucky entered, clearing his throat.

Sam quickly hid his smirk and shoved his phone back in his pocket. Bucky eyed the two people who were having trouble keeping the smirks off their faces.

"What's going on?" Bucky questions, smoothing his hair out of his face with his hand.

"Nothin', just showing them something from my mission." Sam answers, proud of himself because he did so without cracking up.

"Oh, okay. Must be something hilarious then, could hear you bunch of squawkers from the hallway." Bucky sighs, walking over to the coffee pot where he reaches up into the cupboard for two mugs.

"Bucky?" Natasha clears her throat and gets his attention, he raises an eyebrow to prompt her to continue, "do you want a big spoon or a little spoon?" She asks, holding up the two different size spoons, sending Clint and Sam into fits of giggles around him.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky shakes his head, and reaches into the drawer for a small spoon.

"Did you choose the little spoon for a reason?" Clint presses, hiding his smirk behind his coffee.

"So it can fit in my cup? Seriously, what is with the spoon questions?!"

"The thing is...." Sam starts with a pat on Bucky's back before swinging his arm over his shoulder, "the difference between a big spoon and little spoon is the size."

"Obviously..." Bucky rolls his eyes, done with this nonsense. Sam drops his arms and takes the spoons from Natasha to make his point clear.

"So when you have a big spoon and a little spoon and they spoon together, you see what I mean?" Sam explains, holding the little spoon behind the big spoon and losing it when Bucky's eyes widened.

Finally, he got it.

"How did you know I like being the little spoon?!"

"Relax, maybe next time choose to spoon in your room instead of on the couch where you're recorded and can be spotted by anyone."

"There's nothing wrong with being the little spoon," Clint adds with a smile that turns into a grin, "except maybe when you're dating a much shorter person than yourself and their arms don't reach all the way round your body, then it's time for photos because it's so rare and cute."

Bucky points his fingers in Sam's face who quickly backs away, his smirk not faltering as Bucky stalks closer.

"You- you took photos of us?"

"I did."

"Who saw them besides the people in this room?"

"Tony didn't and-"

"Good morning folks!" Tony sing-songs walking into the kitchen with his glass tablet in his hand, "good morning to you BFG. Where is Yoda this a.m.?"

"Sam! I'm gonna kill you!"

"What's going on? What's with all the yelling?" The tension in the kitchen shifted as everyone's heads snapped towards your sleepy figure in the doorway in your Bucky's oversized T-Shirt and messy hair. Your eyebrows furrow when everyone's expression was worrying you, as though you had just caught them doing something you shouldn't have.

Taglist: @smokeybluebrooke-lyn @pinkdiamond1016 @whatrambles @bestofbucky @ladyeliot @skkye

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shyficwriter · 4 years ago

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Don’t hide Loki’s things

Marvel fanfic | Loki x Reader

Summary: Reader is sassing Loki and hides his stuff, prompting a chase where Loki ends up tickling reader to reveal the location of his things

Author’s Note: Prompt that won first place in the poll (Option: Loki 2). Second place (GOTG 6) will come shortly, and I’m still deciding how I want to go about a tie breaker for 3rd place lol. Based off prompt from @delightfulfics

Word Count: 1,336

“Go away.” Loki said in frustration, rolling his eyes after the second paper ball hit him in the back of the head. He was being a sour puss lately, largely due to boredom of not being trusted to join the other Avengers on missions, and you thought maybe if you could convince him to do an activity that he might start being a little cheerier, or at least a little less sour.

You moved to stand in front of him and put on your best ‘cute and innocent’ face as you lowered the book he was reading. “Aw, you know you'd be bored without me.”

“Boredom would be a most welcome friend compared to your presence at the moment.” Loki said, pulling back his book and turning so his back was facing you again.

You turned with him, grinning. “Well that’s not nice. Why don’t you put down the book and we can do something. We could watch a movie?”

“I’m not interested in your moving pictures. One can only watch the reptilian movie so many times.”

“Hey, Jurassic Park is a classic, Lucky Charms.” You grinned, trying to provoke him, knowing Loki hated it when you called him by that name.

Loki looked up at you with dark eyes. You finally got his attention. Putting down his book his stood, towering over you. “Well if you insist on bothering me, then I suppose I’ll go for a walk.”

“Cool! Let’s go to-”

“Alone.”

The words came from his voice, but the man in front of you did not move his mouth at all. You heard the door shut behind you and watched in confusion as his form shimmered away before your eyes.

Realizing you had been tricked you didn’t bother to chase him down, instead you turned your attention to the book he had been reading, and you got an idea.

***

About an hour later, you heard Loki return. From your place on the couch you could hear his footsteps walking to his room, some shuffling noises, and then slightly angrier footsteps exiting his room and walking in your direction as his called out your name.

His eyes were narrowed as he asked if you had seen his book anywhere.

“What book? Can you be more specific?” you grinned, mostly from nerves than from anything else. You knew you sucked at lying.

He stepped toward you, prompting you to get up from the couch and pretend you needed something from the other side of the room.

“You know very well what book, and I’m not going to entertain the notion that you didn’t take it, now where did you put it?”

You reached the other side of the room and you wasted no time opening the door, hearing him already approaching you. You quickly made your way through it without a word and shut it behind you and took off running, nervous giggles bubbling up your throat as you heard him rip open the door and sternly call your name.

You rounded a corner and ducked into a stairwell. You could hear Loki calling your name as you descended the stairs. You considered camping out there for a little bit until you heard the door above you open just as you reached the bottom of the flight. Startled, you looked up to see Loki, almost surprised that he had such a close tail on you, but you supposed that’s what you got for not looking behind you as you ran. With a squeak you ripped open the door and bolted, nearly knocking into Happy as you did so.

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! Where’s the fire?” He called.

“No fire,” you panted. Just then Loki shot out of the stairwell, a playful look of murder in eyes. You squeaked out, “Loki!” as the rest of your answer to Happy and took off again.

You know you couldn’t outrun the god, so you ducked into the nearest room, not sticking around long enough to see what happened to Happy, knowing that he’d probably be dumb enough to try and stop Loki. You knew Loki wouldn’t hurt him, but you also knew he wasn’t going to let him stand in the way of his target either.

[Little did you know, Loki just calmly walked up to Happy, who looked at him suspiciously, but after Loki explained that you two “were playing a simple game of tag” and he was “it” Happy simply let him pass. Oh, gullible Happy...]

You didn’t waste time. You were grateful to see that you had ducked into a room with another door, and even luckier, it wasn’t a closet. Before you ran out into the hall, you thought better. Surely Loki saw you run into this room. He’d be there any second. Instead, you left the door wide open and went instead to crouch behind the large drink bar on the right side of the room, suddenly grateful for Tony’s over-abundance of rooms for parties.

Just as you thought, Loki entered the room not long after. Not peeking, as you didn’t want to accidentally be seen, you still heard him chuckle as he no doubt fell for your plan for him to think you ran on through, before he ran though the door himself.

You waited just a bit to make sure he was gone before you quickly got up to walk back out the door you had entered in, intent to run back up to the stairs to gain a larger head start on Loki, maybe hide away in Steve or Nat’s rooms, somewhere Loki might not think to look.

However, the moment you walked out the door and softly closed it behind you, you were startled by a loud “Boo!” shouted behind you. Clutching your heart, your eyes widened in horror as you spun around to find Loki standing there.

Damn! He hadn’t fallen for your trick, you had fallen for his trick!

Before you could take off, Loki caught you by the arm, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “I’ll give you one chance, my dear. Where’s my book?”

Nervous giggles poured from your mouth as you said, “Uh... What book?”

Loki tutted, “That was a mistake.” and before you had a chance to think his fingers flew to your ribs, tickling them mercilessly.

You squealed, backing into the door you had just closed, and now very much wishing you hadn’t and foolishly thinking you might have been able to escape your torment if you had left it open. You grasped at his wrists, trying in vain to smack him away as you shrieked for him to stop.

“You had a chance, now you’re learning why it’s not wise to steal from the God of Mischief.” There was laughter in his voice. You apparently had succeeded in your goal to cure him of his sourness, but by god, at what cost?

You slid down to the floor and he only followed you down, laughing with you as you laughed your head off and begged for mercy when his fingers began to attack your stomach.

“You better tell me where you hid my book, and give me an apology for taking it in the first place, otherwise I can just stay here and find all your most sensitive areas to make you laugh and squeal for hours.”

He may have been the god of lies but you had no doubt he’d keep true to his word this time. Breathlessly you cried out, “OKAY! Okay! I give up! Second floor! Coat closet! I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!”

Loki stopped with a grin, looking down at you as you gasped for air. “Thank you,” he said, but you noticed he didn’t get up, he was still straddling you, looking down at you and grinning that grin of his that he wore when he was up to no good.

He spoke again, “But, to make sure you’ve fully learned your lesson...”

Your eyes widened as he grinned wider. “WAIT-”

But of course, he didn’t.

#loki fanfic #Loki Laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel fanfic #god of mischief #loki #x reader

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americasass81 · 3 years ago

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A Wish Fulfilled

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Pregnancy Talk, Very Mild Implied Manipulation, Talk of Children, Fingering, F/F Sexual Interactions, Use of Pet Names, Fluff. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Pairings:- Maria Hill x Female Reader (core pairing), Steve Rogers x Original Female Character x Bucky Barnes (established relationship).

Author’s Note 1:- This is for @musingsinmoonlight 1k Followers Writing Challenge. Congratulations Suz on this wonderful achievement. 1k people who know just how amazing, kind, talented and beautiful you are. Now onto the next 1k. You deserve this and so much more. lyl💞💞 Hope you like it.

Challenge Prompt:- "Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep."

Author’s Note 2:- Though written as an offshoot of an on-going, unposted fanfiction where Steve and Bucky have achieved the perfect family life they always wanted, this can easily be read on its own as only the necessary information from that story is alluded to here.

Author’s Note 3:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- An interfering Tony Stark gives your wife the perfect opportunity to convince you there’s more love in you to give than you’re willing to admit.

Total Word Count:- 3,810

Turning off the blender and scooping out another round of freshly mashed up ingredients, the laughter and childish conversations reaching your ears from either the living room or foyer forced you to pause in your task momentarily and wonder how the hell you had ever ended up here. Oh sure, you knew it was your shared history with this extraordinary family, but this ... taking care of two kids and a dog while Tony dragged the heroes away for what he titled 'Adult Recreation' ... this was crazy.

Thinking back to the morning around a week and a half ago when your wife had surprised you in bed with all your favorite foods, you should have known then that something wasn't right. Of course it wasn't that Maria wasn't romantic ... far from it actually. Both of you knew how to express your love for each other in and out of the bedroom. But for her it was usually the grand, expensive, very public gestures that won out. After all she told you so on your wedding day that she wanted to show you off to the whole world. So why then didn't the alarm bells start ringing as she smiled at you from the door in a top that left very little to the imagination.

Walking gingerly towards you and placing the tray carefully on the bed before she slipped back in beside you, the first bite of the glorious meal had no sooner settled in your stomach when the words began to flow out of her mouth. Informing you that Tony was taking the Original Avengers and their significant others away for a well deserved break to relax, unwind and hopefully add some more numbers to the next generation, Steve and Bucky's wife was hoping that she, and more specifically you, would agree to look after their twins.

Stopping eating and focusing your attention on your wife to make sure you had heard correctly in your still sleep-addled state, the look on her angelic face told you more than any words ever could. She was serious. Letting this revelation sink in, you acknowledged of course why Christina would choose you. Having bonded over your fears for your respective spouses and her having served as your maid of honor, the closeness that now made you feel like sisters was more than enough reason for her to trust you with their little ones.

But was it something you wanted?

Knowing of course that if anyone needed and deserved a break it was definitely Christina, agreeing to take care of two year old Nicholas Anthony and Winnifred Sarah however could be a can of worms you weren't sure you wanted to open. Having met Maria Hill when your company catered the Barnes / Cronin / Rogers wedding, a whirlwind romance found the two of you exchanging vows a year later in an extravagant ceremony that had papers, magazines and tv shows alike wondering how soon and which one of you was going to show.

If it was up to you it would be neither. But Maria was a different story.

Spending more time with the Avengers outside of work through your friendship with Mrs. Rogers-Barnes, she couldn't fail to notice how easily Morgan Stark, the Barton kids, Nicholas and Winnie all responded to you and how you in turn seemed to light up whenever you were around them. You seemed to come alive with them in a way you rarely did with adults, being one of the few grown ups willing to spend hours entertaining their games and encouraging their imaginations. Surely then there was no obstacle to passing on the abundant amount of love that existed between both of you. Or was there?

Every time the beautiful brunette brought it up or dropped hints regarding how good you were with children, you always wrote it off as nothing more than having the freedom to hand them back to their parents when you were done. For you, this arrangement was simple. There was no responsibility. No fear of failure. No sleepless nights wondering if the decisions you made today were the right ones or whether they would irreparably screw up your child's life in a week, a month or years down the road from now.

Yet how could you tell the love of your life something like that? Having come from a home where one parent gave so much of themselves to their family to the detriment of their own sense of self and the other was a prime example of why certain people should be left alone, never mind being responsible for caring for and shaping another human being, you really couldn't reconcile the existence of a middle ground where peace, love, harmony and common sense helped to foster the perfect environment where children thrived and were accepted for the amazing individuals they could be. Knowing all that, how could you tell someone you promised everything to that you would rather face down an alien invasion than be a parent? Especially given how that same person had done that and lived to tell the tale.

The answer was you didn't have to.

Somehow, having only known you for a short time, Maria had an uncanny ability for reading all the little things you never told her. Maybe it was because of her job? Who knew? Either way she knew your kind heart, which is how you figured you really ended up here. Four weeks sequestered away with your wife in the Rogers-Barnes mansion getting a feel for the responsibility of caring for two mini super soldiers and an equally rambunctious husky while your friend got to engage in some quality, stress-free activities with both her husbands at the same time. Still you had your doubts, but being reassured by Bucky and Christina that you and Maria were more than capable of handling the little ones, your other half was more than willing to get stuck in.

Leaving them talking by the living room as you wandered into the kitchen and tried to get comfortable around the place, it was a slight relief to discover that Steve alone shared your reservations or at least wasn't ready to have their kids in someone else's care for any amount of time just yet. Going through every minute detail with you regarding security, the kids, the puppy, the mansion and of course the all important information for reaching them in an emergency, Christina finally kissing her children and dragging her husbands out of the house with a smile left you wondering where you went from here.

But you need not have worried. After two sleepless nights where every little noise and flicker had you walking the floor checking on Nick, Winnie and Howler, no sinister goings on and Maria's tender embrace, heartfelt reassurances and talented body helped ease your fears that maybe this wasn't such a terrible mistake after all. It also helped that Steve really had thought of everything when he designed this place.

Sporting enough toys and gadgets to stock most upmarket toy stores, the walk-in pantry and outdoor planting beds ensured that no occupant of the house, human or animal would get bored or hungry. The fenced-in play area out the back also had everything to keep Nick and Winnie safe and entertained in all types of weather while the spacious yard allowed Howler ample room to run off the excess energy he accumulated watching over the little ones every night from his bed by the nursery door. It helped too that the indoors also were not only under the watchful eye of Stark's super qualified A.I., but Steve and Bucky had ensured that the whole place was a baby-proofed fortress. Even walking out with Maria and your temporary family in the surrounding countryside had you wondering if given the right start and foundation, you could overcome your fears and give Maria the only other thing in this world she truly wanted.

So as the microwave pinged, you found yourself once more back in the present as the woman you loved painted a picture of domestic bliss with a two year old on each hip as she followed the cute little puppy into the kitchen. "Hey cupcake, Howler's nose seemed to indicate that lunch was ready. Would he be right?" she asked, settling the kids into their chairs and coming round the island to place a tender kiss against your cheek before heading to the cabinet to fetch some bowls.

"Yeah snowflake," you replied with a smile as you opened the microwave door and carefully retrieved the kids' food before continuing, “and our plates are on the island. Do you mind?” you asked while accepting their bowls from Maria as she then opened the door to let the little brown husky out for a run before grabbing your meals. Spooning out the little ones’ food and handing one bowl to Maria, you then sat down beside Nick as she took her place beside Winnie and hoped once again that the mess would be kept to a minimum. Having only really been responsible for them for almost two weeks so far, but having been a constant in their lives from the moment they were two months old, you had learned early on that though they were twins, they were both uniquely different.

Though you knew from your friendship with their mother that it was never found out who the father was, you could already see that each had their own defining traits and characteristics and this was also displayed during mealtimes with Winnie treating everything as playtime. The sweet girl with her blonde waves and blue eyes who loved to be involved in everything, had seemed to be a fountain of endless energy. Running, climbing, getting into things and places she shouldn't, it was as if nothing was beyond her. A possible mini version of either super soldier through and through, you shuddered to think what trouble she would cause her parents as she got older. While the dark haired Nick though quiet and reserved like his mom, still seemed every bit as sharp and destructive as his sister if the mood hit him. Looking between the two as Winnie slapped her spoon into her food, a part of you wondered sometimes if he was happy being ignored in favor of his twin so he could maybe get up to worse shenanigans. Still at present he seemed to be the angelic one, which is why you thought he seemed most comfortable around you. Two peas in a pod, you and Nick seemed to like taking things at a measured pace while Maria and Winnie were even now making enough noise to wake the dead.

Feeding them somewhat easily since they were pretty good at helping themselves and then spending the remainder of the day playing with them, talking to them, changing them, washing them and settling them into bed while also looking after the puppy that seemed to interact so effortlessly with both kids, the routine seemed to be working well and family life seemed like something worth considering until the end of your third week.

Awakened by a cry, you carefully slipped out of bed and Maria's embrace before shushing Howler and opening the door of the nursery to find Nick sitting up in bed, while Winnie was crying in hers. Looking quickly between your sleeping wife and the curious blue-eyed boy, you figured Winnie was the more immediate concern. So walking towards her, you picked her up and placing her on the changing table, checked to make sure this was not the source of her discomfort. Finding nothing soiled, you then placed her back down and did a quick check in with Nick before his sister's tears began to flow once again. Checking the schedule and confirming that you and Maria had indeed completed every step Steve had laid out like every other night you’d been here, you suddenly thought back on something you had seen once in a movie and figured it was worth a try.

Closing the nursery door so as not to wake your sleeping spouse, you carefully positioned each child in your arms and then asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn on some soothing music. Dancing around the floor in time with the tune, half an hour later found two little ones securely back in the land of candy floss clouds and chocolate streams as you began to acknowledge, if only to yourself, that perhaps there was some hope for you after all. Asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to then lower the volume, you carefully settled each child back in their cribs and almost undid all your efforts by releasing a tiny squeal when a body pressed against your back and two arms encircled your waist. "Need a hand?" Maria asked before kissing your neck and reaching out to finish placing a blanket over little Nick who thankfully slept on obliviously to this new intruder.

"Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep." you replied in a low, shaky voice so as not to erase the achievement of the past half hour.

Ignoring you and carefully finishing what she had started, Maria then turned back towards you, took your hand and walking out of the nursery, closed the door before leading you over to the bed. "Hey cupcake, why didn't you wake me?" she asked as she sat down with her back against the headboard and pulled you down to sit between her legs. "You know I'm here to help," she continued as her lips began to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

"I know snowflake," you replied as you sank back against her warm body and allowed her lips to ease away your lingering cares, "but I didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked so peaceful and work so hard."

"So do you," she reminded you as her lips left your skin while her hands began to work their way along your arms. Moving, seeking and kneading out all the tightness she found along your shoulders as your body began to relax more, Maria couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at how easily, despite all your reservations, you had taken to looking after the little ones. Oh she knew this life of domestic bliss was still a concept you couldn’t grasp, but she also knew that given the right nudge, that innate goodness and selfless nature of yours would lend itself perfectly to family life. She now just had to get you in the right frame of mind to agree and oh did she have her ways.

Moaning softly under her talented fingers as your head fell back against her shoulder, your lips meeting hers told her everything she needed to know. Despite the secret fears you harbored and which kept you awake most nights, the love both of you felt for each other was powerful enough to see you through anything. Even kids. And so as you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction, she figured now was as good a time as any to try again.

"Hey cupcake," she cooed by your ear as her hands left your shoulders and began the slow journey down your arms, "do you think these past two weeks have made you reconsider?" she asked as her fingers began to toy with the hem of your t-shirt.

"Reconsider what snowflake?" you asked as you arched out towards her wandering digits while your skin came alive under her ministrations..

"Having kids. Starting a family," she clarified as she began to work your t-shirt off your body while her lips started exploring your skin once again.

Looking back on the last three weeks as well as the one to come, even you had to acknowledge that leaving this behind was going to be hard. But how could you have this? How would it work? Despite Maria's precision and dedication at work, or perhaps because of it, you were the more sensible and practical one in the relationship. You thought through everything more than once. Followed every thought through every possible outcome and then returned to see if there was something you missed. Even now as Maria's hands massaged your breasts while her fingers played with your nipples, your eyes wandered to the door that separated you and your devilish spouse from the two sleeping children. Maria had no such cares however. Playing your body like the finely tuned instrument she knew by heart, it seemed outside of work being carefree and adventurous was how she wished to exist.

So placing her legs over yours and gently spreading them open as her hands began to trail down towards your flower, her teeth nibbling on your earlobe had your hands shooting up to cover your mouth as a particularly loud gasp escaped your lips and drew the attention of what you thought was a sleeping puppy. "Well cupcake, what do you say?" she asked again as her fingers now settled on your intimate area and began to travel through your quickly moistening folds, "want some beautiful girl calling you mama? A sweet, devoted baby boy adoring you long after I’m gone? You and I pregnant and barefoot together?" she now whispered in your ear as her fingers breached your sex and began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. "Can you answer me?"

Breathing through your nose as your hands still covered your mouth, the images she spoke of sprang to life before your very eyes. As did the questions that invariably followed. Could you handle two kids at once? Sure you had been doing it for three weeks so far. But Maria was with you all that time and the house really played a factor in how easy they were to manage. Then there were the questions of something going wrong. Pregnancy complications, health issues, your careers and all that that entailed. On top of that there was the frightening thought that hit you the same time Maria's fingers zeroed in on your clit and g-spot and worked you towards your first orgasm of the night ... multiple births.

Sure the idea of a mini Maria running around the place thanks to an anonymous donor left a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart, but the thought of more than one. At once. And what pray tell if a child was to end up like you. Sure you were kind hearted and selfless, but only to a point. Cross that line, push you too far and you were like a totally different person. Bitchy, selfish, arrogant even, these were not the type of personality traits that a child of yours would grow out of once the terrible two and teenage years were behind them. Did you really want to deal with that? Did Maria?

Coming down from your high as your beautiful wife gently coaxed your body towards another, your mind tried to think through the other options available to satisfy the wish you now accepted Maria was never going to let go of. Adoption was controlled. One child at a time and no more. Your worse character traits hopefully mitigated through no genetic connection. But that way could also be fraught with disappointment as Maria’s job all but ensured that rejection was the most likely outcome. The same issue might occur with surrogacy. Was it really worth the effort to track down a complete stranger who would approve of your careers and lifestyle to help fulfill your wife’s dream of having a family?

But still, she knew you too well. Moving her unoccupied hand up to free your mouth as her other hand continued to make you feel like the center of the universe, the second your moans reached the room her lips captured yours once more in a passionate kiss before she spoke again. "Stop thinking cupcake. Shut off your brain for one second and allow your heart to feel. Tell me what you want," she pleaded as her right hand continued to caress your soft walls while her left hand cupped your chin so your eyes never left hers.

Thrusting your hips down on her hand as your eyes searched her blue ones and saw nothing but confidence and adoration reflected back at you, you took a leap, stopped thinking and uttered the first thing that came out of your mouth. "I want it all. God help me, despite the fear and uncertainty I want to grow old with you as our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren learn to live, grow and love in this world you fight so hard to protect."

Watching now as her eyes glistened with unshed tears as you felt the moisture leave your own, a somehow invisible weight felt like it had been lifted off you as Maria swiftly removed her hand from your pussy, flipped you onto your back and crashed her lips down on yours once again. Kissing you over and over again as her flowing hair formed a curtain around your faces, the love radiating from her was enough to tell you you had made the right decision. Still now it was someone else's fears that had to be addressed.

"Are you sure?" Maria asked between kisses as both of your limbs became a tangle while your arms encircled her waist and held her closer than you ever thought you had before. "You won't change your mind?" she choked out as her lips finally parted from you and her eyes searched yours for some sign that your head was once again in charge and her greatest wish was about to be snatched back from her before it had a chance to take hold.

Recognizing her fear as easily as any of your own, your heart broke that you could cause this reaction as your body rolled both of you over and tried to rectify the situation. "No snowflake, I promise that won't happen," you reassured as you propped yourself up on your elbows and stared lovingly down at the hard assed S.H.I.E.L.D. agent whose tough exterior hid a heart bigger than the ocean. Knowing now that you could no more deny her this one thing than you could the air in your lungs as you skimmed your fingers over her cheek, the soft murmurs echoing out from the nursery through the baby monitor created the perfect accompaniment to the tender love session that followed as you said goodbye to the night with new hope for the weeks and life ahead.

Wrapping you in her arms then as sleep finally fell over the peaceful mansion, a whispered exchange of I love yous had Maria dreaming of a wish fulfilled and all the life changing adventures that came with it.

Tagging:- @musingsinmoonlight

#suzsanywayyouwantitchallenge

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sunflowersteves · 4 years ago

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𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 ❅ 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: steve just can’t help himself when you’re looking as dazzling as ever at the holiday party.

author’s note: um, this became way dirtier than i expected but i’m not complaining lmaoo. i hope you enjoy this very smutty fic!

I am going to try to post this again because it didn’t work 🙃

warnings: fluff, smut!!, public sex, rough sex, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, [18+ only]

holiday prompts m.list

Tony was hosting his annual great extravagant holiday party that consisted of celebrating the wins that the Avengers team had endured over the year. Despite Steve never wanting to go, you had always somehow convinced him to at least show up for just a short while. It was supposed to be a celebration of him, and what he’s accomplished, so you want to show your support in the best ways possible.

The decorations were quite fun with snowmen in avenger costumes, and twinkling lights fluttered around the whole ceiling. It was quite lavish, and you expected nothing less from the billionaire playboy.

You were currently talking with Sam in the corner of the grand ballroom; the drink in your hand was almost empty. You didn’t think much about Steve’s hand that rested on your thigh, quite near your knee cap. To everyone else, it just looked as though he was finding a way of comfort in you. Even you thought that he was just getting nervous from the crowds of people that had wanted to talk to him.

You felt his other hand come around to the other side of your body, resting it securely on your hip. You had to bite your lip to prevent a squeal from the pads of his fingers drawing slow circles on your hip bone. You wanted to send him a ‘you’re on thin ice’ glare, but your position didn’t allow that. You were sure he’d continue to tease you anyway; it was one of your favorite games.

Sam looked down to find that his glass was empty and immediately went to the bar, leaving you with your boyfriend. You continued the small conversation that you had started with Sam, but your breath became harbored as Steve’s hand trailed up from your knee to the round curve of your thigh.

His body seemed to become even closer towards yours, his chest pressing up against your shoulder blades. A breathy, low chuckle left his lips as his hand became excruciatingly closer to your now aching core. Your dress started to bunch slightly around your hips, his hands lightly tickling the inside of your thighs.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day, sweet girl.”

You thanked anyone or anything that was listening that everyone at the party was too drunk to even look at the two of you. His hands go to flatten out your dress a little bit, making sure that no one was going to see what was underneath your dress.

“That dress makes you look so dazzling, doll. I jus’ can’t help but wonder what it looks like on the floor.”

The thick Brooklyn accent that whispered into your ear made you shiver, while his beard gently stretched your shoulder. His finger started to gently stroke your clothed clit, his touch delicate and soft, which made your heart flutter.

“Can you be quiet for me, hmm? Do you think you could be quiet for me, sweet girl?”

All you could do was slightly nod as his hand went to lift your panties. A deep moan rumbled against his chest from the slick gathering all over his fingers.

“You’re already so wet, baby. You like it when I touch you in public, don’t you? My little baby’s all wet from the thought of getting caught—”

His breath hitched as your hips started to move against their own will, his fingers slightly rubbing against your slick entrance. His hand came crashing down on your hip, trying to hold you steady so he can take his sweet time. You gasp as his other hand slapped your pussy, your behavior faltering almost instantly.

“You better behave, sweet girl. I won’t let you come on my cock if you don’t behave, you hear me?”

“Yes, Captain. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You whimpered when he inserted a finger, and if it weren’t for the loud chats and sound of music playing, you were sure that the sound of your pussy was so obscene. His hot breath fans against your shoulder, occasionally his lips meet the soft pillows of your skin—biting and licking. You can feel his hard cock on the square of your back, making soft moans leave his plump lips.

He starts his praises, and you can feel your walls clench around the thickness of his finger, “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Takin’ my fingers so good. You’re my sweet little slut, aren’t you?”

He inserts another finger, and it stretches you even further, your head leaning into the crevasse of his neck. He growled against your ear, his hand coming to a full stop.

“Answer me.”

You swear your whole body feels as though it’s been set on fire; your pussy was throbbing to the point that it ached. You didn’t even care at this point if anyone saw you or heard you. You didn’t care if it was so blatantly obvious that Steve was fucking your fingers that you’d be in the news tomorrow.

All you wanted was your Steve.

You rasped out, your hips desperate to make any sort of friction, “yes, captain, yes! I’m your little slut.”

The rough edges of his sweater started to rub against your thighs, creating a sensation that made your back arch against his chest. Your walls flutter as his fingers curl with every thrust, your fingers wrapping around his thighs and nails digging into his dress pants. There was a whole mess that leaked out onto your thighs, even coating some of Steve’s pants.

He’s never wanted to taste anything so badly in his life, his super-soldier senses relishing in the deep honey smell of your pussy. Your eyes snapped shut as you let the sounds escape your mouth. You just couldn’t help it. His fingers were magically fucking your pulsating cunt.

“Please, Captain, please! I n-need—”

“I know, sweet girl. You’ve been so good. Come on my fingers, baby. Come all over my fingers.”

His singers speed up against each thrust, pounding and pounding into your clenched walls. His other hand has to hold you down as you writhe against his body. If it weren’t for your face being nestled in the depths of his neck, your muffled screams would’ve echoed against the ballroom walls.

His fingers still fucked expertly into your seething cunt, going over into your orgasm. His thumb started to circle your clit, and your body jerked upwards, small whimpers filling the air. His speed never faltered, and he even rammed into you with a third finger; a stinging sensation shuddered through you.

“S-Steve, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, sweet girl. Jus’ one more, okay? Can you give me one more for your Captain?”

You nod as your slick was practically getting everything around you soaked; even the chair was becoming damp. Steve groaned at the feeling of his fingers stuffing you full, Before you know it, another wave of pleasure rushes through you, and this time, Steve has to clamp his hand around your mouth.

Steve immediately went to lick every ounce of you off his fingers, a moan grounding his chest at the taste of you. After coming down from the mind-blowing high, you looked around your surroundings to see that no one was even paying attention to the two of you nestled deep within the corner of the room.

Still, nobody gave you a single glance as Steve started to straighten out your dress. A smirk rose on your face as you could still feel his hard cock rest against the small of your back. You could picture pre-cum leaking out of it from your convulsing body grinding against it.

You and Steve both put on pretty fake smiles as you walk over to where the team was on the other side of the ballroom. They all laughed obviously at some smart remark you had thrown over towards Bucky. Steve turned towards you with a smile, and you subconsciously leaned closer.

You couldn’t wait until you got home.

#steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #Smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #captain america #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #marvel #captain america x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel fandom #Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans characters #vics holiday prompts

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capsironunderoos · 4 years ago

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The Art Teacher and The Winter Soldier - Part One: Morgan Stark’s Secret Plan

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some stories about Bucky Barnes and an art teacher...

Word Count: 2,061

Warnings: None! Although there are spoilers for Falcon and The Winter Soldier if you haven’t finished that!

Author’s Note: Hey hey! I’m finally writing and posting again! I recently graduated from college with a degree in art education, and I just thought it would be cute to see Bucky Barnes date an art teacher, so here we are! This isn’t going to be a normal series, just kind of little snapshots of Bucky’s life with an art teacher. Also, this series follows the events of Endgame and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, except Tony lived, other than that it’s pretty much the same. I hope you enjoy!

Here’s a link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

“Captain America, The Winter Soldier, Scarlet Witch, and Iron Man walk into an elementary school… sounds like the start of a bad joke.”

Bucky heard Sam mumble beside him and felt a smirk make its way onto his lips.

“I thought the minivan was enough for a bad joke,” Bucky added, and Sam had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter, a startling cough erupting from his chest.

Tony had asked a few of the remaining Avengers to go with him to the opening night of Morgan’s elementary school art show since Pepper had been scheduled for a meeting.

Morgan’s work had been voted on by the other students in her grade and selected as the best in kindergarten, which didn’t surprise Tony. The Stark’s were always the best at everything they attempted.

Tony had wanted to invite everyone he knew, but he was under strict instructions from his daughter that only a few could come.

The girl in question sat contently between her Uncle Sam and her Uncle Bucky, small right hand gripping onto Bucky’s left, as her left hand held a small bouquet of flowers.

Her smile grew when she felt the minivan take the familiar right turn into her school’s parking lot, and she strained to make herself taller to see the brick building slowly getting bigger as Tony pulled the car into a spot.

Tony turned the car off as the Avengers piled out and onto the concrete, Bucky turning back to offer his hand to Morgan. She quickly grabbed onto it and jumped out, giggling as she almost dropped the flowers.

“Here,” he gestured to the flowers, opening his hand. “Let me carry those Moe.” She nodded and handed the flowers to him with no hesitation, leaving his side to run to Tony, who turned just in time to catch her and lift her above his head before propping her onto his hip. Her giggles echoed across the parking lot, and Bucky noticed a few people shooting smiles their way.

“You comin’ Buck?” Sam called, already climbing up the stairs into the school, and Bucky smiled in response, jogging slightly to catch up with the group.

“You guys are gonna love it here!” Morgan called from the front of the group, still holding onto her dad as they walked into the building.

Wanda glanced over at Bucky and Sam, stifling a laugh.

“Yeah, you two will fit right in.” Bucky smiled and rolled his eyes, and Sam lightly shoved her with his elbow, causing her to let out a small giggle.

“Alright kiddo, lead the way,” Tony prompted as he placed her back onto the ground. Normally, this would cue a few moments of whining and begging to be picked back up, but she was focused on other things tonight.

Yes, Morgan Stark had a plan.

She walked proudly down the decorated hallways, making sure to point out the artworks her friends had made as she marched the small group of Avengers to her artwork.

Bucky was quiet as they walked, stopping every now and then to look at a few pieces done by older kids.

He was easily reminded of Steve, and their time growing up in Brooklyn.

He thought about the journals he’d buy for Steve on his birthday, or a new art material he’d see in a shop while out for a walk that he couldn’t help but buy. Steve would have loved this, would have been right at home talking art with the very animated five year old leading the group.

Bucky smiled to himself as he began to move with the group again, not missing the various drawings of superheroes plastering the walls. He knew he wouldn’t find himself here, immortalized on paper by a child who saw him as a hero, and his smile drops, but only for a second as he sees Morgan stop before throwing her hands up and screaming.

Tony jumps to find out what’s wrong, but before he can squat down to her level she is running full speed towards a woman in a skirt with polka-dots all over it, and when she turns to see who is screaming Bucky can see that her shirt reads “Your greatest work of art is you!” He smiles at the sentiment and watches as Morgan launches herself into the arms of the woman, who is now crouching in order to better receive the hug.

The force of a very enthusiastic five year old knocks the woman onto the floor and she laughs with Morgan as they part.

“Hello to you too Morgan!” She says through more laughter and Morgan waves, now seemingly shy as she steps back beside her father.

Tony moves into action now, extending his hand to help the woman off of the floor. She graciously accepts, and Bucky notes the shy smile that washes over her features.

“You must be the art teacher we hear so much about,” Tony says as she lightly brushes off the back of her dress.

“Yes, that would be me! And don’t worry, I know who all of you are,” she adds, her smile widening as her eyes meet each Avenger’s. Bucky feels himself starting to blush when her gaze lingers on his for just a bit longer than his counterparts.

“Even if I lived under a rock it’d be hard not to know who you were. Morgan talks about you all the time, and she tells quite the story.” Tony laughs and lightly ruffles her hair, to which Morgan responds to by swatting at his hand.

“You’re telling me. I ask her to tell me bedtime stories.” This cues a round of laughter from the group before Tony turns to each member.

“Well, just to be formal about it, I’m Tony, and this is Sam, Wanda, and James,” Tony says, and the woman shakes all of their hands, making sure to tell each one how wonderful it is to meet them.

When she slips her hand into Bucky’s, he wonders if she feels the small jolt of electricity that he does, but he ignores it as she smiles at him.

“Please, call me Bucky,” he tells her, and that same shy smile rests against her lips as she nods. He’s sad to let her out of his grasp, but even he knows that it would probably be weird to sit and hold her hand.

When she turns back to Morgan after telling the group her name, Bucky catches Sam staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and Wanda too. The duo are standing in similar stances, arms crossed over their chests with their eyebrows raised at his actions. When Morgan has pulled her teacher out of ear-shot, Sam turns to Wanda and takes her hand before dramatically mimicking Bucky.

“Please, call me Bucky,” he chirps in a lovesick voice, and Wanda gasps as she places her hand over her heart. “Oh, Bucky!” She adds, and Bucky can feel himself blushing as he pushes past both of them to catch up with Tony and Morgan.

He tries not to smile as he hears their laughter trailing behind him.

When they catch back up with Morgan, she is proudly standing beside her artwork as Tony is bent down to take a picture of her beside it.

Bucky smiles, shifting the bouquet of flowers he still holds from one hand to the other as he watches the scene.

His heart stops though, when he sees the drawing.

It’s… Him.

Morgan drew him.

He remembers the picture the drawing is supposed to resemble, remembers standing very still as Morgan tried to figure out how to use her new kids camera. She had yelled “Don’t move!” each time he tried to shift his weight so that his knees weren’t locked for too long.

“She was prompted to draw someone she looks up to,” he hears quietly beside him, and the voice of the art teacher pulls him from his thoughts. Bucky turns to her in disbelief, and he sees that she is smiling up at him.

“I think she picked a pretty good subject for that prompt,” she adds, and Bucky can feel his breathing becoming shallow as he holds back tears.

He slowly walks over to the drawing to get a better look, and he sinks to his knees, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.

“Uncle Bucky! Why are you crying?” Morgan asks beside him, and all he can do is wrap her in his arms, dropping the flowers on the floor as he squeezes her to him. She giggles but wraps her arms around him too, before wiggling in his grasp to reach for the flowers on the floor.

“Here, give these to my teacher, they’re her favorite!” She whispers in his ear and he nods. This kid could have asked for a trip to the moon and Bucky would have built the rocket himself.

He quickly wipes the tear off of his cheek, turning to take a picture with Morgan beside the artwork at Tony’s request before standing and listening to Morgan’s teacher as she begins to speak.

“I know you probably already know this, but Morgan is very advanced for her age. Most of the other students in her class completed this project in a day, but Morgan worked on this for a few class periods. She even drew from observation, using a picture she brought in. I don’t normally teach that until fourth grade.”

A moment of silence passed as the group of Avengers stood in awe of the little girl before them.

“Here, let me take your picture together before you go,” she offers, and Tony gladly hands his phone over to her. The group bends down around the artwork, making sure to keep it, and the artist, in the center.

“Thank you all for coming,” she adds, as she hands the phone back to Tony, who in turn thanks her before leading the group back out of the building.

Bucky stands still, watching for a moment as Morgan turns around to wink at Bucky, gesturing to the flowers in his hand.

Her plan was in motion.

“Bucky? Is everything okay?” He hears behind him and he turns to see the art teacher, standing with her hands clasped in front of her, a small look of concern sewn into her eyebrows as they arch together.

“Yes. Sorry, um, I think these are for you. Your favorites, so I’ve heard.” Bucky states as he hands the bouquet over to her. Her face lights up at the gift, and Bucky smiles as their fingers ghost over each other as the bouquet is exchanged.

“Oh, thank you. And tell Morgan I said thank you as well.”

Bucky nods and starts to walk away, but finds himself stopping and turning back to the art teacher, who is already looking at him.

“Hey,” they start at the same time and Bucky laughs as he nervously slips his hands into his pockets.

“Would you wanna, grab some coffee some time, or something?” He rushes out, and the smile that erupts on her face makes Bucky’s heart speed up.

“Yes!” She squeaks out, and her excitement catches both of them off guard. “I mean, yes,” she adds, composing herself, which makes Bucky laugh again.

“Here,” she starts, pulling a pen hanging off her lanyard into her hands and balancing the flowers under her arm.

She gestures for Bucky’s hand and he holds it out to her. She glances up to him and he blushes again, quickly pulling off the glove. She smiles and grabs his hand, clicking the pen as she carefully holds his palm open to write her number down.

She pats it gently when she’s done.

“Just… text me, okay?” She whispers, smiling up at him before releasing his hand to turn to a parent who’s just walked up, flowers still held in her right hand.

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The ride back to the compound is relatively quiet, until Morgan catches her Uncle Bucky looking at a string of numbers written on his hand.

She taps his shoulder and he looks at her as she gestures for him to lean down so she can whisper in his ear, “My plan worked! You’re welcome,” before leaning back against her seat, arms crossed and a look of satisfaction playing on her lips.

#TATATWS #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier #winter soldier x reader #white wolf #marvel x reader #marvel #em writes #woo new writing #woo art teacher #woo bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier

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talesfromopenpages · 7 months ago

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After a couple of months of struggling with the prompts - though I am proud of the fact that I managed to write them anyway - May brought about a prompt I was not just excited by, but also inspired by. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I really wanted to try and write something that fell at least a little bit under the MerMay theme.

I like to think I succeeded, but you can tell me better if I did or didn’t.

[IMAGE TEXT: AUTHOR AVENGERS MAY PROMPT

Someone has always had been alone and alienated for their life, until they met a creature that helps break them out of their shell - acting as a companion.]

This month’s prompt was chosen by Morris Wayts (via a writing prompt generator). Any and all stories that are posted after this will be edited in as per usual.

INDEX: Morris Wayts - Shattering A Dragon Aradhna Kaur (me!) - Landlocked

Cheers, Ara

#author avengers #author avengers prompt round up #ara's ko fi posts #ara's linkedin posts

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 4 years ago

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Cold hearted

Description; A summers day brings everyone out to the pool. Yet, not only is it a good excuse to cool down in the unbearable heat, but also to tease that dear husband of yours.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: Teen/Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word count; 2.100

Warnings; minor swearing, unbearable heat, teasing

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: This was originally written as an entry to one of @itsbuckysworld challenges in 2k19 and based on the prompt Who drank my last lemonade?! Hey so, like, you remember you love me? And we are married?. Sadly it got lost in all my other works, but now I’ve found it years later and thought I could publish it, because why not.

If it hadn't been for the swimming pool Tony owned, together with the air-con blasting, the warmth across the state would've been unbearable. It was July, one of the months the weather should be the best, but you believed that mother earth forgot to turn the heat off. It was many years since it had been this warm.

You glanced towards the sun, the glasses you wore protecting from blinding you. "I wasn't meant for the heat", you grumbled as you collected the hair which stuck to your back, holding it in the nape of your neck instead.

"Stop complaining, you'll moan about the snow when it comes too", you opened your eyes to shoot a glare at the redhead resting beside you on the lounger, basking in the sun which made her red hair seem to glow.

"I can complain about both if I want", you watched as she opens her eyes, but not before shielding them. She propped herself up with the other arm while she looked up at you.

"I know you hate the heat, but at least you're happy you can tease the dear husband of yours in broad daylight", you chuckled to her words, a similar sound escaping her at the same time as well.

She was right about that, it wasn't many times you could pull out the bikini you now wore while being around the team. A minimal black piece, which you argued with Steve that you needed to wear, as the rest already been used on other warm days and you needed to work on the tan. In reality, you just wanted to rile him up.

"Can't deny that one", you giggled mischievously, while glancing around the pool area. Every Avenger stood or sat around it, most lightly clothed in swimwear. Tony had, perhaps unbeknownst to most, a pool decorating one of the balconies in his tower. The area was mostly used on days like this, sunny and warm.

Your gaze stopped regarding the place once spotting Steve, the hair of his shining like a beacon. It was remarkably lighter this time around the year, almost bordering to white.

He stood with Bucky and Sam, the trio sipping a beer each as they talked and laughed together. Steve was the only one of them wearing a linen shirt, although fully unbuttoned. You thought of his modesty as cute, but you didn't understand how he couldn't sweat to death. The whole morning you'd switched between the shadow and sun, no matter where you were sweat dripped down your temple.

"Although he seems to do a quite good job himself", you hastily glanced from Steve to Nat who now also looked at him.

"Hey, keep your eyes off my man", you swatted down her shielding hand so she wouldn't be able to continue to look.

"Well I need to see what you ogle at all the time", she laughed and pushed away your hand as she laid down again. You shook your head at her, not believing what she said.

Yes, you eyed him up, had done even before you were married. At that thought, you looked down on the ring on your finger. It was sleek, very much like the one adorning his ring finger. Smiling at the memory, you twiddled with the piece of jewellery, thinking back to when he had offered it to you. You'd never seen him as nervous as when he pulled out the box in his apartment in Brooklyn. Sighing happily, you closed your eyes behind your glasses and leant back in the lounger.

The rolling warmth from the sun and the occasional passing clouds coldness was what you felt for some time. You relished in the feeling, trying not to care about the sweat building in the nape your neck and on the places where your skin met the towel under you.

Then suddenly you felt a shadow pass you and you opened your eyes to see it was Steve, who scanned over your appearance. You could almost feel as clearly as the sun licked your skin when his eyes dragged over you.

By not showing you noticed his lingering eyes, it would be impossible for him to know, so you didn't, at least not until he looked away. You saw the tick in his jaw and how he set his hair in place by an unnecessary harsh tug, while he continued to walk behind Sam over to the table with drinks.

"Why are you looking so smug?" Looking up you saw Tony lean on the top of your lounger. He'd pushed the sunglasses he wore to the top of his head when now standing in the shadow of the parasol above you. Mimicking him, you placed yours on top of your head as well.

"Nothing special" You mused, restraining yourself from looking at your man, knowing if you did he would be fully able to see it without your coverage.

"Huh, so that's how it is", he hummed. You saw how he switched to look from you to somewhere else. "It's that why Mr Spangles over there seems to be so bothered", you bit back a smirk, but you still heard a laugh from beside you.

"They've been eyeing each other as if they weren't already married", Tony chuckled at Nat's statement while rounding the back of your lounger, only to go in between them instead. As he stood at the end of your seat, he made a shooing motion for you to move your legs. Crossing them at your ankle, you made room for the billionaire to sit down. However all the while you felt someones nagging gaze on you and once glancing over Tony's shoulder, you found the culprit.

Steve's blue eyes immediately met yours, from the new position on the short side of the pool, one they'd wandered to after getting their drinks. This made him stand closer than initially, thus his raised brow didn't go unnoticed. You sent a smile his way, swatching to look back at Tony, still able to see him look at you in your peripheral.

"Well if that's how they been looking at each other, I understand what you mean", he nodded towards you. The stare that you saw bore into the back of the man sitting with you almost made you laugh at Steve. "And don't fret over your husband, he has nothing to fear", the last part of the sentence, which was directed to Steve, he said much louder. You knew the one it was directed towards heard it, as the blonde man swiftly looked away. At his clear display of eavesdropping, you couldn't contain your laughter.

"The protectiveness he has over you almost makes you compete with Bucky", Tony continued and even tough you laughed so much small tears formed, you felt the need to say something.

"Oh don't say that, Bucky dearest will always be his number one", this made both Nat and Tony burst out in laughter, now both Steve and Bucky looked over towards you. To which the three of you silenced yourself and eased into a normal conversation.

What in the end pulled you from the conversation with Tony, was your thirst. It felt like walking through Sahara as you wandered over to the portable freezer said billionaire put on the terrace to facilitate the need for cold drinks. One you didn't pass up on as you at the beginning of the day did put a few lemonades in it.

Arriving upon the case, you opened the lid, the cold air coming from the container welcoming. You searched through it, knowing you would have one drink left somewhere.

To a beginning you believed that it just slipped further down in the sea of bottles and ice, but when you'd rummage tough the box long enough for the tips of your fingers to feel like icicles you pulled out your hand. Slightly irritated you put on the lid again and turned around.

"Who drank my last lemonade?!" Your raised voice pulled most of the Avenger's eyes towards you, but you hadn't meant to exclaim it like that.

Even though the evident irritation in your voice, no one answered, neither having a sheepish look on them which told you they were the culprit. That was until you met the blue eyes you fell in love with. In his hand, Steve held the bottle of your drink, near-empty at that. You'd left your sunglasses at the side table beside your seat, now you were happy for it. Raising a brow, you began walking towards him with. A stressed expression came over his face the closer you got, but he didn't look away from your gaze.

"Hey so, like, you remember you love me? And we're married?" You needed to contain a smile when he asked the questions, as well your voice when you finally answered him mere feet away from him.

"I do, don't worry otherwise I wouldn't do this", you chuckled and his brows furrowed for a second before they shot up in surprise. When you were close enough, you jumped, up and towards him. Instinctively he caught you, hands beneath your bottom as you encircled his neck. The momentum you got from the leap was enough to make him stumble back. The last things you saw before crashing into the pool was the shocked expression on his face.

As you broke the surface tension water splashed everywhere and you fruitlessly tried watching him through the water that engulfed the two of you. When the water got too uncomfortable to continue looking through, you closed your eyes. In the same instance, you felt Steves's hands slowly lose their grip until they fully let go of you.

Now free from his embrace, you kicked in the water to get to the surface. You hadn't fallen too deep, so after just a few second, you reached the surface, where laughter met your ears.

Blinking to get away the excess water from your eyes, you felt another body popping up above the surface beside you. When your vision was clear enough, you turned, still needing to keep yourself afloat by treading in the water. There you saw Steve, his blonde hair wet and plastered to his head, the shirt he wore in the same state. Laughing at his appearance made him look at you, the shocked expression still visible.

"That's what you get when you take my drink", you pointed out, another bell of laughter sounding from around you and the man opposite you shook his head.

"Good then I know in the future", he stated and dragged a hand through his hair, making it stand up in all kinds of direction. When his eyes met yours once again, yours widened and hurridly you tried swimming to the edge. You couldn't possibly even take one stroke before he pulled you against him. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist, not needing to keep yourself afloat as he was tall enough to stand on the bottom.

"But this is what I do when someone, by the likes of you, unexpectedly pushes me into a pool", as your arms already were around his neck, it wasn't fair for him to lean in and kiss you. You hummed happily against his mouth as you still could taste the sweetly sour lemonade on his lips.

"Get a room you two!" You heard a deep voice behind your call and broke away from Steve to look over your shoulder. Bucky stood with a smirk, on the same spot he did before your attack. A laugh escaped you when you noted the bottle he held in his hand.

"Give us some room jerk", you heard Steve call but didn't turn around to see the matching smirk he sported.

"Well others also want to enjoy the pool and you have an awfully nice room inside the tower just so you know", you continued to laugh as you felt a blush, more than the sun already created, warm your cheeks.

"Then I'll take my wife and we'll retreat there", you felt Steve beginning to move through the water and you twirled around to watch him. A smile adorned his lips, yet from your close proximity, you noticed something resembling desire in his eye.

"Don't I have a say in it?" You questioned him. A devilish smirk quickly covered his lips as he leaned in closer to you and whispered in your ear.

"I don't think you will, not in a few minutes".

"Is that a promise, Captain?" You bit your lip at the way his eyes visibly darkened at the title and the way pulled closer to his chest. The feeling of his warm skin contrasting against yours sent a shiver down your spine, one who continued even further when he answered by kissing the spot beneath your ear and whispering.

"You bet".

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 4 years ago

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Happy Sunday my love!!! For drabbles what about this prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” With Andy or Steve- whatever you like better please❤️ and thank you so much! ❤️

Pairings - Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words - 830

Warnings - none

a/n - Jo thankyou so much for your prompt, ILY. I chose Steve, I really hope I do him justice because he’s not normally a main character for me. I just realised I didn’t directly quote your prompt but I took inspiration from it.

It had been a long day, a very long day. You were helping to train the new recruits along with helping with debriefing on the last few missions so you could present the files to the authorities. Your brain was scrambled and all you wanted to do was relax, eat popcorn, drink wine and watch a film or three. Your friends however wanted to go out, even Bucky who was usually your sofa sidekick wanted to go out and have some fun.

You were outvoted and so you dragged yourself to your room and threw on your best dress and your sparkly flats because after todays training you shouldn’t be expected to wear heels that would just make your feet even more sore than they already were. Throwing on some lipstick and mascara before fluffing up your hair you were ready, it took you less than a song and meant you were back in the common room before everyone else.

Sitting with a gin and tonic, you flip through your phone checking who else was out that you could meet up with later when he walked in. Steve Rogers was the most ridiculous man you ever met, he was funny and smart and talented then someone decided to wrap that up in the prettiest face you’d ever seen. However his biggest weakness, in your opinion anyway, was that he was absolutely oblivious to anyone flirting with him. Men and women would absolutely throw themselves at him and he would just smile, take a selfie with them and send them on their way.

It became a running joke between you and Sam, you wouldn't humiliate yourself by flirting with Steve, just to be knocked back and bruise your ego, so you happily took your place as a work colleague and friend. He pulled you up from your seat, asking Friday to put some music on and danced with you, deliberatly dancing stupidly so you would smile and laugh “I know you’re tired but once you’re out and everyone is together you’ll be glad you came” you smiled up and him and nodded in agreement before teaching him the dance to Gangnam Style just so you could record it for the Avengers TikTok page.

He shook his head when he realised what you were doing and tried to wrestle your phone off you to delete it. You quickly managed to lock it with a loud aha in his face before bursting into giggles at how ridiculous the whole thing was. He held his hands up in defeat waiting for you to relax before stealing the phone off you and running away, you screamed after him and chased him down the hallway, almost crashing into him entirely when he stopped suddenly.

He quickly spun around and held your phone up confused, your stomach felt like it was in your feet as he asked you why there was a photo of him on your phone. You had no real way of explaining it, he was asleep in the photo laying down on the sofa with his shirt off, you couldn’t resist taking a photo and had been so careful to not let anyone touch your phone since. He looked in your eyes smiling “cmon when did you take this?” He says, almost giggling at how mortified you looked. Grabbing the phone off him you walk off back to the safety of your seat and your gin and tonic, of course he follows you asking you to talk to him. You ignore him and change it back to a cute photo of you and Torres on the way home from your last mission.

Steve kneels between your legs and looks up at you, pulling a silly face to make you smile, “talk to me, come on I thought we were friends” you groan and look at him, pleading for him to just leave it but he’s Steve, when has he ever just let something go?

“I like you ok, I always have done. There are you happy?” He looks up at you smiling and leans forward to softly kiss your lips “thank god, I thought you’d never tell me.” You straighten up and look down at him confused asking him what he means “I’ve known for ages, Bucky told me but I thought you weren’t interested because you never said anything.”

You look at him and giggle at how ridiculous the whole situation is before leaning forward and rubbing your nose against his “okay lets go out, dance and talk about this tomorrow when the whole team isn’t hiding round the corner pretending not to listen to us?” You say, peering around him and making eye contact with a very guilty bunch of people, shaking your head and drinking the rest of your gin in one go “lets go people, lets have some fun.” You hold out your hand for Steve and walk out together, followed closely behind by a lot of whistles and cheers.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine

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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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in plain sight

summary: steve makes your mission to pose as a married couple in the suburbs much easier than you expected.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: fake dating, soooo much fluff, bed sharing, lots of dialogue, domesticity

author’s note: remember that throw away line from act natural about going undercover as a married couple? well... thats how this fic was born. you definitely don’t have to read act natural though.

this is also part of my own sitcom challenge! i used the prompt someone has to pretend to be someone/something they’re not, and “I spewed out so much bullshit, I'm gonna need a mint.”

you can find my masterlist and taglist here

Your leg bounced in anticipation as you sat in the passenger seat of an oversized U-Haul next to Steve, only the sound of radio filling your ears.

Occasionally, you glanced over to observe the man. You checked out his new, thick beard, the hair on top of his head that was box dyed much darker, and his light eyes that were focused on the road. You couldn’t help but feel… weird when he hummed quietly along to the music from the truck’s radio, feeling oddly intimate for two people who barely knew each other, despite being on the same team as each other.

After hours in the car, Steve pulled up to a rather large house on the edge of a small Midwestern town. The porch was large and still furnished, and the driveway was long enough for Steve to pull in with no problem. You looked up at the colonial styled home, and took a deep breath.

“You ready to do this, Joseph?”

Steve nodded, “ready as I can be.”

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You’d settled in much easier than you’d expected, spending the first few hours at your new place unloading the few boxes that were in the moving truck and unpacking them. This turned out to be a rather easy task when you had a super soldier doing the majority of the heavy lifting, both literally and figuratively.

You tried to keep things as not-awkward as they could be, spending the majority of your move in time with headphones on top of your head that were large enough to deter any person with adequate social skills from you.

You felt a bit guilty as you hung clothes up in the closet of the master bedroom, Steve opting to stay in a guest suite. It really wasn’t fair of you to be avoiding Steve like this, especially when he didn’t particularly ask to go on this mission.

To make it worse, this was your first mission as an official Avenger, after the fall of a corrupt SHIELD. You were just slightly disappointed, as becoming the neighbor of an arms dealer in order to take him out didn’t exactly seem like the same level of excitement as your past field work.

Finishing up the last of the clothing, you flopped onto the mattress in the connected bedroom, only having the chance to enjoy your position for a moment before the chime of a doorbell rang throughout the house, alerting you of someone’s presence.

You sat up and rose from your place on the bed, exiting the bedroom and making your way through the hallway, peeking down the stairs at the front door while Steve answered it.

“Hi there,” a middle aged woman exclaimed, observing Steve’s figure and offering him a smile. “You just moved in, right?”

You recognized that pale, round face, even from afar. She was your target’s wife, and apparently, your new next door neighbor. You took a deep breath before going down the stairs in the coolest manner you could muster, trying to hold your excitement in. You didn’t even have to approach them first! Maybe this mission was going to be easier than you’d expected.

You appeared right next to Steve as he’d finished introducing himself, notifying him of your presence with an oddly natural kiss on the cheek. You were really trying to sell this.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted. It didn’t even sound weird coming from him. “This is Cathy, our new neighbor. Cathy, this is my wife, Ella,” Steve wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you closer to him.

“So good to meet you, Cathy,” you grinned.

“Great to meet you, Ella! I was just stopping by to welcome you both to the neighborhood.”

“You’re so kind! We really appreciate it,” you hummed.

“Any dinner plans tonight?” Cathy asked, glancing between you and your partner.

You looked towards Steve, who looked back at you with a shrug. You almost felt like you were communicating telepathically, agreeing that any in with your target was a good in.

“We were probably just going to stay in,” Steve offered.

“Well, that’s no fun! Why don’t you two come by our place tonight? I’m sure Zack would love to meet his new neighbors.”

You beamed in a manner that would put Cheshire Cat to shame. Maybe Cathy would just think you were happy to be welcomed so warmly, “that actually sounds perfect,” you gushed.

“Yeah? Does 6:30 work for you?”

Steve gave you that telepathic look again. Despite his poker face, you could tell he was just as excited about this as you were, “that’s perfectly fine with us,” he nodded.

“See you then?” you added.

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You’d just finished putting on your shoes when Steve showed up beside you, dressed in some of the most casual attire you’d ever seen the man in. While the whole Captain America tactical getup tended to suit him well, it was nothing compared to the sight of him in jeans and a button-up shirt. Okay, maybe you shouldn’t be thirsting so hard over someone you were about to play house with. Maybe you’re just method acting?

“That dress looks really great on you,” Steve complimented out of the blue. If you weren’t mistaken, you felt a tiny tug in your stomach.

“Aw, thank you, Steve. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you gave him a little wink, and pushed open your front door. After stepping outside, you let out a big breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. Steve trailed about a foot behind you for good measure, hands in his pockets while you both made the short trek to your new neighbors’ home.

Moments after Steve rang their doorbell, he slipped a hand from his pocket out, and to your side, offering it to you. You instinctively returned the gesture, putting your palm next to his and lacing your fingers.

Just as you did so, the door swung open, and a man whose face you’d only seen in files was welcoming you. This must’ve been Zack.

He corralled you into the house where you swore you took your shoes off, and were sitting in their dining room with food on your plates after 30 seconds, tops.

The couple immediately began berating you with questions, how you met, where you were from, why you decided to move in. If you didn’t know better, you’d suspect that they were suspicious of your existence. In reality, they just seemed to want to know more about their neighbors, specifically Steve, who was set to start working for Zack in just a few days.

About an hour into a dinner filled with white lies and improvisations of your past, you could tell that things were beginning to wind down. You leaned back comfortably in your chair as Zack and Steve spoke about football.

“Cath, where’s your bathroom?” you asked casually.

“Our downstairs bathroom is currently… out of order. But if you go upstairs and directly down the hall, you should find it on your right,” she responded.

This must’ve been your lucky day, or something. You had the perfect excuse to go upstairs and rummage through their shit! And of course, after you excused yourself from the table, you did.

You rummaged through dressers, trying to find anything slightly incriminating, but your search came to no avail. You lifted up a corner of their mattress and glanced under it, but still, nothing.

You looked up from where you were standing and glanced out through one of their oddly large windows. Your eyes widened and brows furrowed when you saw what you saw, a very clear view of your own window. The lamp sitting dormant on your nightstand. The soft blues of your duvet. This was going to be a problem.

As you head back down to the lower level, you caught a bit of the conversation and frowned.

“I swear, you just look so familiar!” Zack laughed. You could almost imagine the awkward and forced smile that was likely sitting on Steve’s face.

“I get that all the time, really!” Steve chuckled back uncomfortably. You hurried down the rest of the stairs, figuring that as silly as this interaction was, it was probably in your best interest to help out your fake husband.

You made your way back into the dining room, going straight to the back of Steve’s seat, and giving his shoulder a little squeeze.

You leaned down and whispered a quiet, “we should go,” into his ear, and weren’t surprised when he echoed you in a louder voice directed at your hosts.

“We really appreciated dinner, but this one’s getting sleepy,” he jeered.

“Pasta always makes me tired,” you forced a yawn, playing along.

“We should get going,” Steve hummed, standing up

“Thanks again for having us,” you grinned, slipping your shoes on by the door.

“We should definitely do this again soon. Next time at our place?” Steve offered, holding the door open for you.

You sidestepped him as you walked out onto their porch, heading down their stairs two at a time.

“I was snooping in their bedroom and uh, you can definitely see the master bedroom from their window,” you sighed.

“Well, we have blinds all over the house. That shouldn’t be an issue.”

“We still have silhouettes, pal. Look, I know this sounds crazy, but you can’t stay in the guest bedroom.”

“You mean…” Steve trailed off.

“Yeah. It doesn’t have to mean anything, though. Maybe I can get us two twin beds, or something.”

“It’s fine, I mean, we’re adults. I’m sure we can control ourselves for a few months, or however long this takes us.”

——

You were nearly three months into your mission, and getting way too invested in this lie. In fact, you were digging yourself a bit deeper every day. It was hard not to, when you were climbing into bed every night with an astoundingly attractive super soldier, and essentially playing house with him.

In the mornings you’d make him coffee and toast before he went off to do whatever strange job it was that he was doing, in the evenings you’d watch movies together while he massaged your feet.

Steve seemed to be keeping up on his end, calling out a “Honey I’m home!” with every arrival that began to seem less and less ironic with each entrance. He did dishes with you, folded your laundry, and he may or may not have begged you to teach him how to dance, leading to far too many instances where he stepped on your foot, and apologized so profusely that the sound of the record player was completely drowned out.

You sat in your backyard while pondering this, deep in thought as you tended to your budding snap peas.

“Ella,” you heard from somewhere behind you, leading you to turn your head.

Leaning on your side of the fence, Cathy gave you a big toothy grin. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m doing great! And you?” you questioned, standing up and wiping off some of the dirt that had landed on your lap.

“I’m doing good myself. How’s the hubby?”

You wandered over to her, and she brought her hand up to her brows to shield her face from the sun. “We’re doing well. We just love the neighborhood. Everyone is so sweet and hospitable here!” you gushed.

“Aww,” she cooed, “that’s great to hear. Any chance you’re thinking about stopping by our book club sometime? I mean, we’re about to start a new novel. Some romance murder mystery.”

You shrugged at this invite, mulling it over, “I mean, I don’t have anything else to do.”

“Do you work?” she questioned.

“Mm, not really. At least since we moved. I used to work full time, but that wasn’t really for me. Joe makes enough with this new position, so now I kinda just day drink until he gets back and play around in the garden.”

Cathy giggled at this and shook her head fondly, “I remember when I was young like you. A little bored, but happy and in love. Sometimes, you remind me a little of Zack and I. I see how he looks at you, dear. You’re a very cute couple, it’s honestly hard not to root for you. But I guess that’s besides the point right now. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll find something to do soon.”

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck at this comment and looked down, embarrassed from the mention of your very false relationship, you latched onto the one unrelated comment. “That’s very sweet of you. Y’know, J and I are actually thinking about hosting some sort of neighborhood get together before summer ends, as a way to celebrate.”

The lie slipped out of your mouth before you even had a chance to really think it over. Damn Natasha and her lying seminars.

“Really?” No. “I’ll make sure to tell all the ladies at the club about it!” Please don’t.

“That would be lovely! I appreciate it.”

“Of course!” she hummed, “as long as you attend our next meeting.”

You chuckled, “deal.”

——

“Honey, I’m home!” Steve called out as he entered from the garage.

“In the living room!” you responded, popping up from the sofa onto your feet.

Steve walked in and plopped right down onto the couch with a yawn, his now dirty white shirt straining against his chest as he did so.

“Long day?” you questioned, finding yourself situated on the furniture next to him.

“Mhm,” he hummed, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

“Well, I have some news,” you crossed your legs, “I may or may not have promised Cath to throw a little party on Saturday…”

“Saturday?” Steve repeated, surprise laced in his voice.

“Sorry…” you offered.

“It’s fine, that’s just… We’ll have to crunch.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. If I order you a pizza will you accept my apology?” you gave him a knowing look and he returned it.

You hopped up from the sofa and shook your head, “you’re an easy bargain.”

“Hey!”

——

“Is it so wrong of me to believe that you’ve been secretly waiting for this moment for all your life?” you asked as Steve tossed a few packages of hot dogs into your cart.

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re just way too enthused,” you giggled as Steve resumed pushing the cart down the aisle of open fridges. “Have you forgotten we’re on a mission, Captain?”

He glanced back at you as you trailed behind him and shook his head, “can I not enjoy myself while we’re on a mission? What do people say, enjoy what you do and you never work a day in your life?”

“Something like that,” you nodded, picking up the pace so you could catch up with him.

“And don’t start throwing stones while you’re staying in that glass house. I’ve seen you smile more in this last month than I’d ever seen you smile before.”

“Well, this has been a fun mission. And you’re a great partner,” you hummed, grabbing a package of cheese slices from another refrigerator.

Steve didn’t respond, but the infectious beam on his face said more than enough.

——

Okay, what were the odds that you’d died and gone to heaven?

You sat on the porch ‘reading’ a book while Steve pushed the lawn mower across your yard in preparation for your party. To be honest, you were doing much more gawking than reading as he did so, but who could blame you?

Steve seemed so focused on the ground, trying to keep your lawn as neat as possible before your guests arrived. Occasionally, he’d look up at you on the porch at the same moment that you were studying him, and the second your eyes met, matching heat would creep up both of your necks.

While the shy glances made you feel a bit like a naive schoolgirl, you couldn’t help but wish for more; that the sweet simplicity of your domestic life with Steve wouldn’t have to end once your mission ended.

——

Rows of cars lined your curb, and a mixture of loud music and chatter filled your backyard. You sipped on cheap margarita mix as you watched Steve flip burgers by the grill, aviators perched on top of his nose. He looked like a classic suburban dad, and you were certainly not the only person eating it up.

“Thank you for hosting, El,” Sydney, no, Daphne? commented, bumping her hip into yours and pulling you out of your minor Steve induced trance. “You should totally make an announcement.”

“Do people really do that? I thought that was like, movie stuff.”

She shrugged dismissively, “most of your guests are here, maybe just thank them for coming or something.”

You walked up to Steve’s side, where he was still dutifully attending the grill, and serving your guests.

“What’s up?” he questioned cooly, setting down the spatula in his hands and lifting his sunglasses to look at you better.

“We’re supposed to make an announcement and thank the guests, or something.”

“Would you like to do it?”

You shook your head, “you can’t pull out one of those great team captain speeches?”

Steve pressed his lips together tightly, “fine. But you should really be getting out of your comfort zone.”

“Oh shut it,” you giggled, “you just can’t help yourself. That’s why your ‘thank you’ announcement would be eons better than mine.”

He playfully tutted, and gave you just a hint of a smirk, “alright, fine. Have you eaten yet?”

“Mm, not yet, Dad.”

“Ew, don’t call me that. It’s kinda weird.” “Why’s that?”

“I mean, we’re supposed to be a married couple. I don’t want to think of you as my daughter,” he faked a shiver and you playfully rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hold back a comical grin.

Watching the scene in front of you, you smiled. For what must’ve been the thousandth time, a dangerous, yet tempting thought crossed your mind.

You could get used to this.

——

Hours of kids scrambling in your yard, parents drinking much more than they should’ve, and tedious small talk left you and Steve cleaning up your yard in the dead of night.

“God, I spewed out so much bullshit, I’m gonna need a mint,” you laughed, words somewhat slurring together from the amount of booze you drank.

“At this point, we’re gonna need a notebook filled with all the lies we’ve told in order to keep up with them,” Steve agreed with a chuckle.

“This mission’s gonna be over much sooner than it should be if we don’t get our story straight,” you added, collecting half empty beer cans from your lawn.

“Shit, how could I forget to tell you? Fury called last night,” Steve said, bringing the recycling bin over to you. “Well don’t keep me waiting, what’d he say?”

“We have all the intel we need on Zack, so…”

“So this is ending soon?” you frowned as you stood across from Steve, looking him deep in the eyes.

“We need to be out by Wednesday.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Your mood had clearly been dampened by this announcement, and despite the alcohol in your system giving you the desire to be chatty, you felt like you couldn’t speak at all.

——

The soft hum of the bubble setting seemed to be taking up all the talking space between you and Steve as you relaxed into the hot tub. Your mission had officially come to an end, and after three months of pretending to be a couple, you couldn’t help but feel a little attached to the house, your neighbors, and of course, your fake husband.

You took occasional sips from a lightly flavored seltzer, watching the sunset intently while you tried your best not to think of what life would be like following your mission. How your bed would be empty and cold once again, how you wouldn’t have anyone to leave cheesy post-it notes out for, and how you wouldn’t be able to maintain the type of relationship you had with Steve any longer.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, breaking the silence between you.

“Hmm?” you responded, feigning ignorance.

“You just look very… focused. What’s on your mind?”

You blinked up at the sky, “wanna know the truth?”

“Always. I mean, I’m your husband after all,” he chuckled, turning his knees towards you and practically demanding your attention with just his body language.

“I’m gonna miss this place. We’ve made some really good memories here.”

He nodded slowly, the hint of a frown tugging on his lips. “We have. I mean, I can think of about a hundred funny stories that the team’ll love.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed softly, your heart not completely into it.

“I’m gonna miss it here too, you know,” he added after a beat. “Every moment I spent with you was a great one.”

You internally swooned, scooting a little closer to Steve and setting your head on his shoulder, “I could say the same for you.”

Out of reflex, Steve gently pressed a kiss to your forehead before looking out at the hues of pinks and purples in the sunset ahead of you.

“I think I’m gonna miss these sunsets the most though,” you added, trying not to appear too sappy.

As you watched the sun fall, part of you hoped that Steve knew that the sunsets weren’t really the thing you’d miss most.

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The Guy

Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies! I have to say, I love writing requests and taking part in Challenges. It helps me sharpen my skills! But, with the insane way the world is right now, I offered to participate in one... then lost the details. So, with my sincere appreciation for @lancsnerd ,who kindly sent me a reminder about my missing “assignment”, I present the following! Summary/ Prompt: A quote of “He’s the guy” and my boy, Loki Pairing: Female Reader x Loki Warnings: Swearing, Implied Smut, Fluff, Soft Loki

“Are you gonna tell me what I want to know? Or… do we have to do this the hard way?” Gravel filled and low, the Winter Soldier had you pinned against the rough brick wall, his metal arm holding your wrists together.

“Ooph! Bucky! Get off!” “Make me, princess!”

Kicking your legs free, you swung around Bucky, locking him in a bear hug from behind. Squeezing him with your thighs, your forearms wrapped around his strong neck, “Tap out, Buck!” Wheezing, staggering back, Bucky tried spinning you around but even his metal arm was unable to grab you, “Never!” Applying more pressure to his windpipe, you grunted, “Give me the win!” “No way”, you felt his hard hand grip your thigh, breaking your hold. Suddenly you were untethered, above your feet was the ceiling of the gym, and then there was no breath in your lungs. Bucky had managed to flip you over and slam you down onto the waiting mat with reverberating force. Gasping loudly, you curved up to meet Bucky’s waiting hand, “You alright, doll?”

Shaking your head, sitting up, “That was a dirty trick, Barnes. I had you and you know it.” “Yea… but you still haven’t answered my question, so I couldn’t let you win.” Pulling you to your feet easily, Bucky threw his arms around you, his warm hug an easy way to make sure there would be no lasting damage from your sparring session. “Why do you want to know so bad?” Lowering yourself to the workout bench, forearms resting on your knees, you kept a close watch on your sparring partner. Tossing you a towel, Bucky grabbed both of your water bottles, sitting down on the mat in front of you. Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, slugging down the cool water, you kicked at the super soldier sitting criss cross applesauce. Leaning back, resting his weight on his arms stretched behind him, “Because... I worry about you. I want to make sure you’re safe… and I want to believe this guy is good enough for you.” Considering his words, you snapped your bottle shut, nodding, “I get it, Bucky. I really do. I’m just… not ready to talk about it.” Sensing your hesitation, Bucky patted your knee, “Just know that I’m here when you are ready. And if he fucks up, I’ll kill him.” Laughing, you stood up with a groan, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!” At dinner that night, Steve knocked into your shoulder, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey Stevie! How are you?” “It’s spaghetti night, what more does a guy need?” It was an easy exchange, making you chuckle as he loaded a plate high with pasta and sauce before settling himself into the chair next to you. Unfolding a napkin to lay over his trousers, “Bucky told me you’ve met someone?” Flicking your eyes to the Winter Soldier, who all of the sudden was very interested in something Tony was saying, you munched on your garlic bread. Swallowing thickly and patting your mouth clean, you turned to Steve, “Oh, he did huh?” “Yes… but he says you won’t give up this guy’s name?” Concern was present on your friend’s face. While you appreciated Steve's sentiment, it wasn't necessary, not entirely. You knew what you were doing and you didn't want to be talked out of it, even by your well intentioned friends.

"I don't know why everyone cares so much. He's a guy… I'm a girl… it's traditional and boring."

Swirling a fork through his saucy plate, lifting those dutiful blue eyes to yours, "So why the secrecy?"

Chewing, thoughtful, you considered Steve's question. It was valid. You were quick to acknowledge that, answering, "Um… because we're still in that love bubble. Ya know?"

Chiming in, Bucky curious now, "Love bubble? I don't know what that is… what does that mean? Love bubble?"

"It's that time in a new relationship when… um… it's like…" words failing, you desperately tried to give structure to your argument.

Interrupted by Loki, sulking at the end of the long table, "She doesn't want to share her paramore. Greedily, she wants to keep the pair in a love bubble. Separate and safe from any interference. Unpopped, if you will."

"Is that true? You don't want us to bug you?" Bucky's eyes widened at the thought.

Shrugging, you dug around for another meatball, "Kinda… Look, it's not that I don't love you, Buck. Or that I don't trust you, Steve. It's just… all of you can be a lot to deal with. And-" looking at the faces of each of your Avenger friends, "-my… guy… I really, really like him. I don't want to scare him away."

Admitting it out loud, that was taking a lot of your courage but you were being completely honest. This guy, he was just about perfect and you didn't want to blow that by bringing him around your overprotective people so soon. Natasha, the group's mama bear, smiled. "Seems reasonable to me. Give her some time, fellas… if he's half as great as she says, we'll like him well enough."

Steve, smiling a little in your direction, "I don't know who he is… but it seems like he makes you happy!"

Bucky, over protective, kept hounding you, "When will I get to meet him?"

"Soon, Buck. I promise."

"I wonder who it is… this man you care about so much that you're protecting him from us, your dearest friends!" It was Loki, musing from afar that made the observation, his sharp eyes on you.

"I told you-" It was Tony’s turn to interrupt, loudly calling, “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” “Start a pool. Five dollar buy in, guesses on who this guy is… whoever has the winning answer gets the kitty!” “Tony! Not cool! And, not necessary! You guys don’t really need to do this!” But your protests went unheard as chatter erupted and a round of bills were flung on the table. Steve, murmuring to Bucky across the table, “What was that guy at the coffee shop? Cameron? Carson?” Snapping his fingers, Bucky answered, “Carlton!”

“He’s my guess, Tony.” “Shit, Steve. That’s not fair… but, ok. Ok, my guess is Matt. That guy from the pizza place who kept bringing extra chicken fingers for you! You’d never admit to a date with him!” Bucky, smug and pleased, sat back content with his detective work.

“Natasha? Thoughts?” Tony was typing away, his interface with FRIDAY recording all the back and forth, compiling the list of possible boyfriend candidates. Tapping her lip, Nat watched you, “Hmm… Is it Warren? The kid from China Star who rode the Kawasaki and always wanted to take you for a ride?”

Clint leaned over you, grabbing a breadstick as he threw down a ten, “I want to put Charles, from the IT department on the list… and Juan, the recycling rep. Both of those guys follow you around like puppies and I could see you taking pity on at least one of them!” “Nope. No way! She went out with Charles once already. He was the guy who ate her french fries at dinner. Big No-No!” “Rhodes, how do you remember that shit? Fine, not Charles then. What about Frankie? The dude from the diner?” Clint asked the assembled team, looking for someone to back him up.

Mortified, hiding behind your hands, you grimaced. The list, it kept growing, and you could feel icy eyes of judgement lighting you up from across the room. You knew you’d have to answer questions later.

Jane, having joined Thor at the table, was getting caught up on your situation. Conspiring with her Norse God of a boyfriend, she chuckled, slapping a bill on the table with the announcement, “Our money is on Loki.”

Silence overtook the room. Everybody stared at the small, brunette scientist, evaluating if her suggestion was real or a joke. A guffaw broke out of you and quickly gathered steam, propelling you directly into a hiccup filled giggle fit. In a flash everyone joined in, the idea of you and Loki being together was at once so hilarious and unbelievable. It was also diverting enough that the talk of your love life died completely. Grateful and satisfied, you finished dinner without any other questions, even offering to do the dishes. While you were scraping remnants into the compost bucket, you felt the room’s temperature drop, noticing that Loki had slid into the room, "Love bubble is it?"

Dropping the plates into the sink, plunging your hands into the soapy water, his strong ones glide over your shoulders, "Yes. I'm really enjoying our little bubble of love."

“Me too.” Pressing a small kiss to the curve of your neck, Loki pulled your body close, hugging you tightly from behind. As Loki was nearly a foot taller than you, it was nothing to tip your head up, his welcome mouth finding yours for a soft kiss. Curving your back, your bottom rubbed against his pelvis, his desire already rising. “Although, they had a lot of suggestions, my innocent little kitten. Should I be worried?” Shaking your head, “No. None of those… meatballs compare with you, Loki.” “Good. That makes me glad… and I’m pleased to know how coveted you are, my pet.” Roving hands took the liberty of sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingertips just grazing over your bra covered breasts.

Sighing into Loki’s loving touch, “Not that you were much help!"

"What can I say? I like seeing you squirm" his lethal voice purred, warm against your ear.

Pirouetting in his arms, your damp hand brushing back a strand of dark curls, "Jane almost gave us away.” A small smile, almost sad, pulled down Loki’s lips, “Is the idea of you loving me so hilarious?”

“Not to me.”

His head dipped, lowering those pink lips to your own, almost colliding… when laughter, drawing near, broke your moment of connection. Effectively ending your private chat, Thor stomped confidently into the room unaware of the way Loki jumped back as if scalded, or the way your hands trembled at the possibility of discovery. “Brother! I need to speak with you!” Flicking his desire filled eyes to yours, Loki smirked, “Of course… to what do I owe the honor?” “I have asked Jane to be my bride!” “Brother! It’s about time Jane made an honest man out of you!” Loki, more than a little surprised but genuinely pleased for his sibling, hugged Thor close. “YAY! That’s so exciting! Have you guys picked a date yet?” Wiping your hands dry, leaning against the sink, you were happy to hear all of Thor's big news. Shaking his blonde head excitedly, “We shall be wed in three months time… and I was hoping that Loki would play for our special day?”

Loki, blushing a deep rosy pink, “Thor… It’s been years.”

“So? What of that, God of Mischief? You always find a way”, wagging a finger at his dark hued brother, Thor’s teasing grin was sweet. Piling on excuses, trying to gently defer his brother’s marital request, Loki added, “I don’t think I have a suitable instrument.”

That was enough for your mouth to hang open, “Wait… you want Loki to perform? Like play music? At your wedding?” “Of course! He’s the best chamber musician in Asgard. Possibly the entire Nine Realms.” Pride filled Thor’s words at Loki’s accomplishments, something you found impossibly charming, even if you couldn’t quite believe what he said was true.

“Thor, really… I don't think-" Clapping a broad hand onto his younger brother's shoulder, Thor’s tone changed, “Music from home, Loki. It would mean so much, especially since… Mother and Father-”

Loki held up a hand, stopping Thor from going further into emotional sincerity, unable to bear the rawness in his brother’s words. Closing his eyes, agreeing, “Fine. Ok, I’ll… I’ll do it!’ Loki could sense your watchful eyes on him, curious and questioning, as he gave into his older brother.

With his easy smile spreading, Thor’s joy pushed the cloud of sadness away, “Our special day will be filled with music! And flowers! Jane has a whole… Pinterest board? I don’t know what that is but she’s filled it with ideas-” spinning around to grab you off your feet, Thor continued, “And you’ll be invited too! All of the team must come, not just my wayward brother!” Getting swept up in Thor’s passionate excitement, you laughed, offering up more congratulations and promises of attending. As your toes touched the floor, Thor pulled Loki away, “Jane says you will take Darcy as a date for the ceremony.” Tilting his head, Loki shrugged shyly, speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Uh… actually, I already have a date.” Gripping Loki in a rib smashing hug, Thor squeezed his little brother tightly, “That is marvelous news! Jane will be so pleased! So, who’s the lucky girl?” Smiling, you watched them go, happy to see the pair so connected. You didn’t need to hear Loki’s answer. You knew who he’d be taking to Thor’s wedding.

That night, as you were toweling dry your cropped hair, a pop of green light signaled the arrival of your secret boyfriend. He was positively electric, grabbing you by the terry robe covered hips, and kissing you swiftly. Loki's hands rubbed over the soft fabric on your back until they cradled your smiling face, "Hmm… you smell so clean that it makes me think dirty thoughts."

Giggling, you rose up on your toes, curling your hands into his tangle of dark hair. You bent his waiting mouth to your own, savoring the sensation of shared breath, as your tongue flicked over Loki's lips, “Dirtier than that?” Nodding, his heated look hungry, “Oh yes.” "How dirty are we talking?", you teased, resting your cheek against Loki's chest. His rich laugh, rumbling through his core, joined your own. Pressing his forehead to yours, Loki sighed sweetly, "I missed you…"

"I just saw you at dinner!"

"But it's been too long. I… I need more."

Turning to hang up your towel, over your shoulder, "More what, my prince?"

"More of you." Having gained on you while your back was turned, Loki was behind you now, wrapping his long arms around your waist.

Squealing, delighted, "LOKI! Someone will hear!"

Dropping you quickly on the mattress, Loki shimmied up beside you, toying with the open collar on your robe, "So?"

"So… they'll find you here."

Thoughtfully, Loki’s proud look captured your own, "Maybe I don't care. Not anymore… Maybe I don't want to keep you and me… us, a secret."

Swallowing hard, your gaze trapped by Loki's earnest expression, "Really? You're ready to pop the love bubble?"

His fingertips brushed over the thin skin between your breasts, "Yes? I… I think so. Are you?"

Biting on your bottom lip, scrutinizing his handsome face, "Loki, I…"

Freezing, his hand stalled, and Loki sat back on his heels. Looking out your window, shoulders slumping in resignation, "You don't want to tell anyone. You are ashamed to be with me."

Swiftly sitting up, cupping his face with your hands, crooning, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Shrugging away from your touch, "You don't care for me, not like you claim to, if you won't declare your feelings for all to hear."

"Loki! That's not it at all."

Letting you tug him closer, Loki's tear filled eyes still refused to meet your own, "Loki… I… I love you. And… I just don't want to share you. Not yet, anyway. That is-" putting your arms around his neck until you were nose to nose with the red-rimmed eyes of an emotional Odinson, "-my only reason for keeping our romance quiet."

Whispering, Loki was too shocked to shake you off, "You… love me?" His voice wavered, as if the idea of being loved by you had never been a real possibility, as if something impossible was occurring right here and now.

On your knees, sighing, you started pressing tiny kisses along those sharp as knives cheekbones, "Yes. I am crazy in love with you, Loki Odinson."

Loki had held you tightly before; in the night when terrific dreams haunted his sleep, in the night when he claimed your body for his own. But this embrace, after telling the dark Prince the truth in your heart, had no equal.

Still taller than you, even though you were both kneeling, Loki's right arm wove around your waist forcing your hips flush with his own. His left supported your back, his hand cradling the nape of your neck, helping him kiss you soundly. It was conquering.

You were his. Body and soul. What's more? He was yours.

Coming up for air, panting from the work of loving you, "My dove, my dearest one… I love you too."

Shucking your robe was easy and Loki savored the lavender soap scented skin he exposed. If a spot of you wasn’t kissed, it was licked. If not licked, nipped. If not nipped, it was caressed. And Loki was very thorough. When you mewled, weak from forced pleasure, “Loki… please. Make love to me.” he was eager to comply. “Look at me, darling girl.” Puffing out your pleasure filled breath, skin dewy with perspiration, you met Loki’s eyes with your own. Resting his hand over your heart, he lifted your own, letting you feel the pattern of his pulse. “It beats for you and for you alone.” In the afterglow, laying in Loki’s arms, you stifled another giggle. Groggy from exertion, Loki opened one eye, “What’s so funny?” “You never told me you play a musical instrument.” “You never asked.”

“Are you any good?”

“You’ll find out when you accompany me to Thor’s wedding.” --- With his heavy cello, Loki took a seat on the edge of the dance floor, taking just a moment to get settled. A beautifully strange combination of concentration and relaxation mingled over the features you loved so dearly. Fiddling with strings, taking a moment to tune the instrument, you admired his long, talented fingers as they took their place on the frets. The din of conversation was silenced when the first low note of Loki’s song echoed through the ballroom. Everyone paused, entranced at the melody weaving its way through the throng of well wishers. Many were surprised, but not you, not entirely. You knew how long Loki had been preparing for this moment. It wasn’t all about making Thor’s day special, although, that was surely part of it. No, he planned to seduce every single person with sound. Giving all of the attendees a taste of what being loved by Loki was like, he hoped The Avengers would see that he was worthy of you in all ways. Mesmerized, the bow danced over the strings, each note perfectly played. It wasn’t hard to picture those shapely digits dancing over your skin in the dark of night. Sending a shiver up your back, you sipped at your champagne, unwilling to take your eyes off of Loki. “I didn’t know he was so talented.” Bucky, stiff in his tuxedo, sidled up to you with Steve in tow. “Me either. Look at those fingers fly!” “Guys… hush.” Shooting a silencing glare their way, you let the music transport you, swaying just a bit at the soothing sound. Too soon, in your opinion, the last lingering note of Loki’s song filled the hall. Rising swiftly, Loki bowed at the applause, then turned to the happy couple. Thor hugged his brother close, while Loki kissed Jane’s hand with a gentlemanly air. Conversations started again, quiet at first, then gaining strength as Loki strode across the room. Snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray, his eyes trained on you, Loki accepted accolades as he moved ever closer. Another server took his empty glass as Loki finally made his way to you.

Scooping you up, Loki spun you slowly in a circle, your gown snapping behind you in an emerald wave of chiffon and lace. “Loki! Come on, put me down!” “As my lady commands”, when your mouth passed close enough to his own, Loki kissed you as if you had never kissed before. You pushed your hands through his dark locks, a hand on each side of his face, “You were amazing, babe. Just amazing!”

“You really think so?” “Absolutely!” His arm settled on your waist, keeping you tight to his side, as you were handed another glass of bubbly.

Bucky, leaning against Steve, wore a look of wide eyed shock, “Um. Loki… what the fuck are you doing?"

"Agent Barnes, do I really need to explain?"

Mouth dropping open, Bucky gaped, "He’s the guy? Really? You’re telling me Loki is the guy?” “She’s not telling us, Buck… she’s showing us.”

“But Stevie…? Loki? You? You’re the guy who makes her happy? The one who she’s been covering for?” Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, just a touch guilty, “I am. And, I’m madly in love with her.” “I’m happy Bucky. Stevie… really. Loki is… he’s my everything. I love him, too.”

As your secret was outed, the group formed a circle around you and Loki. Questions were shouted, congratulations extolled, Loki was clapped on the back more than once. Natasha gave you a wink and the "ok", which was really all the approval you needed.

“So, who won the pool then?”, Clint couldn’t help asking. “Me… and Thor”, the bride stepped right up to Tony with her hand out ready to take the prize money. “No fair! He’s your brother in law now. He probably told you!” Rhodey chimed in, unsatisfied with the final results. Defending her methods, Jane spun in her wedding dress, “No way! I used my powers of scientific deduction. I knew she was head over heels for Loki the night we announced our engagement.” Wondering, you looked at Jane, “You did? How? I mean, I didn't tell anyone. We didn't tell anyone ” “You didn't have to! You two wouldn’t look at each other. Dead give away.” Counting her cash, Jane smiled at you. “That may be true, but I promise you this, Odinson… break her heart and I’ll kill you.” Bucky shook Loki’s hand good naturedly, if a little too long, stopping only when Steve pulled him away. Gazing down at you, adoration evident in his face, Loki husked, “Not to worry, Agent Barnes. She has my heart you see... and I plan to be her guy as long as she’ll have me.”

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