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[missmonsters2]

What's One Little Kiss Between Friends - Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: College AU. Drabbles told in and out of order about the art of falling in love with your best friend, Natasha Romanoff.

Note: Ongoing indefinitely and adding per request & my own whims <3

* - smut 18+ only

Posting Order

➮ Underneath the Bleachers

➮ Comfort by the Fireplace

➮ Party of Our Own

➮ Essays & Study Dates

➮ Innate Knowledge of Natasha

➮ The First Official Halloween

➮ Mistletoes Are For Excuses

➮ Prepping the New Year

Chronological Order

➮ Underneath the Bleachers

➮ Comfort by the Fireplace

➮ Party of Our Own

➮ Mistletoes Are For Excuses

➮ Prepping the New Year

➮ Essays & Study Dates

➮ Innate Knowledge of Natasha

➮ The First Official Halloween

[thatonebrazilian]

Illicit Affairs

A/N: Hey guys, I kinda have the sads, so I decided to use it for the greater good and ended up writing this based on Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift. Anyway, not my greatest work, I don't think I write really well in english, but I hope you guys like it.

Word count: 1063

Pairings: Nat x Reader

Summary: You were falling for Natasha and, despite being with Bruce, she couldn't hold her feelings for you back.

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It started out with the training. You were the youngest recruit S.H.I.E.L.D has ever had and, as far as non-enhanced people go, you were also one of the most promising ones. So it was natural that the higher-ups appointed you to be trained by the most accomplished non-enhanced person they had, and that’s how the Black Widow became your handler.

During the training sessions, the only thing you could focus on was how mesmerizing Natasha was, you couldn’t keep your eyes away and you had a feeling Natasha knew it wasn’t the training you were paying attention to.

The two of you didn’t become friends super fast, no. Natasha was too reserved a person, she didn’t open up that easily. You, being the personified ray of sunshine that you were, were relentless in your quest to make her feel as comfortable as possible around you.

When you two first connected it was over, weirdly, Natasha’s secret appreciation for pop songs (and only god knows how you managed to find that out).

After that, it only went downhill, for you at least, since you were falling. Fast.

Your first kiss was a ruse on a mission. It made your heart beat ten times faster and you had to use all your focus not to screw the mission after that. You saw Natasha’s dilated pupils, but you assumed it was just desire. Everyone knew the Black Widow and the Hulk were sort of an unspoken thing, so you really didn’t hold any expectations.

And then all of a sudden it seemed as if Natasha wanted more time together, just the two of you. She would call you Kid, request for you to do extra training at ungodly hours together, suggest you revise missions three, four, five times over alongside one another, invite you to buy new weapons with her. It was all a pretense, all to spend more time together.

She was with Bruce, you had to keep reminding yourself, Natasha was with Bruce and all she wanted was a friend.

But then Nat kissed you, not in lust or desire, not as a ruse to an operation, she kissed you after you were wounded on a mission, she kissed you like she cared, like you were important to her, like you mattered. The kisses never stopped after that.

You would always sneak out, then, making sure nobody saw you leave. They couldn’t know, Natasha was official with Bruce now. You would always tell your friends you were going out for a run before leaving the building to meet Nat in some inconspicuous place, after all, you were always flushed when you returned.

Although you knew it was wrong, although you told yourself you could always stop, you couldn’t really hold yourself back, you were in too deep, you were in love with Natasha.

But as time passed you realized that what started in a beautiful room, the grand ball hall where Natasha kissed you for the first time, now seemed to be ending up more and more frequently with meetings in parking lots. You couldn’t blame Natasha, though, not really, the redhead always made it clear she was still with Bruce. You had no hold on her.

That was the thing with illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings, and longing stares, it was born from just one single glance, but it was always supposed to die, wasn’t it? You couldn’t feel it dying, though, the flame Nat felt for you, you could only feel it grow, but it was meant to die, wasn’t it?

You eventually stopped wearing the perfume Natasha liked, the one you picked out just for her. You would leave it on the shelf, hidden away, so when you met up with Nat you wouldn’t leave any trace behind. Like you didn’t even exist.

You felt Natasha a little more distant then. When you would ask, the Black Widow would just look at you for a few seconds before saying something incredibly poetic like “It just scares me how much I’ve been thinking about you lately” or ��I haven’t been sleeping well, it feels like I can smell you, but you’re never there by my side, it makes me toss and turn the whole night as if all I need to sleep is you”.

You tried to take the words for what they were, a dwindling, mercurial high, a drug you wished could only work the first few hundred times, but whenever Natasha spoke those things your chest swelled with affection for the Black Widow.

The meetings between the two of you became even more frequent, you wouldn’t just sneak out anymore, Natasha would actually take you out to some nice places. They were like dates, it made your heart soar but your stomach drop. You loved it, you loved being with Natasha, but you knew the possibility of the others finding out was bigger like that.

You felt your heart torn into two, you couldn’t keep up with the lying anymore, not to Bruce, not to the whole team. But that was the thing with illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings, and stolen stares, they showed their truth whenever they were together, but they lied, and they lied, and they lied a million little times to their friends, their family.

You were decided to end it, even if it would break you.

But then Natasha told you she wanted to make it official. You had tears in your eyes, you wanted to yell at Nat, tell her look at this godforsaken mess that you made me, tell her she showed you colors you couldn’t see with anyone else, and all that for what? She was still with Bruce, wasn’t she?

“Baby…” Natasha tried to explain, but you wouldn’t let her.

“Don't call me kid, don't call me baby, look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You have me wrapped around your little finger, it’s like you taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else.”

Nat cupped your face and wiped the tears away.

“My love, I broke up with him. I broke up with Bruce.” Natasha said and, like she read your mind, like she knew you were going to ask about the consequences, she just said “And fuck the consequences. You know damn well that, for you, I would ruin myself a million little times.”

[mycosmicparadise]

*Risking your life on a mission*

Bucky: “That was so stupid!” 

Y/N: “And also kinda cool, right?”

Sam: “No. Just stupid.”

[lovely-geek]

Fic search.

I’m looking to a story where Steve and the reader get into a plane crash on the way back from a mission and end up shipwrecked on a island. Steve blames her for it. They bunker down in a small cove by a waterfall and eventually they sleep together and after sometime she ends up pregnant so Steve goes to the wrecked plane (which she doesn’t know washed up on the island) and presses a button to signal the team of their location.

[imaginingawholenewworld]

FRIDAY’s voice echoes across Stark towers “I have Y/N Stark on the line” Tony stops where he is standing and tells FRIDAY to put you through “oh umm hi dad, so I have a little situation” folding his arms “what is it now Y/N” you weren’t sure how to say so you just said it “I’ve been arrested” there was a pause in which you were sure he was rolling his eyes. “I’m on my way” and with that, the line went dead.  

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[nothingbutimagines]

Drunken Confession (Bucky Barnes)

IPairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: So much pining and avoidance, mentions of alcohol

Summary: After Y/n drunkenly confesses their love for their roommate, Bucky, at a Halloween party, the day after, the two avoid talking about it as they try to get through their hangovers the next day.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Trying to catch up since I ended up not having access to internet the past few days so a few fics and hc are coming today!

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"Oh my god, Bucky!" You threw your arms around the man who was quite a bit taller than you, balancing your weight between your tiptoes and his strong stature.

"Oh man, Y/n, you are absolutely wasted." He chuckled, breaking eye contact with a few friends to look down at you. "How many drinks have you had?"

You thought for a moment, tapping your fingertips against his shoulders. "Ummm... maybe two?"

"Only two?"

He didn't quite believe you, and you both knew it as a smile spread across your face.

"Maybe more. It wasn't my fault though! It was Steve's! He peer pressured me into playing beer pong."

"Didn't you say you were in the DARE program as a kid?"

You fell back onto your heels, your feet resting flat on the ground as you looked up at him with a confused look.

"Yeah, why?"

"Cause you would've learned not to fall for peer pressure." He chuckled. "Didn't you pay attention?"

"When do I ever pay attention?" You laughed lightly before the smile on your face fell and your hand instinctively grabbed the fabric of the shirt Bucky was wearing. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Bucky was quick to guide you away from the group that stood outside by the bonfire where you once stood and by some bushes in the corner of the backyard. He made sure to help keep your hair and clothes out of your way and rub your back as you let it all out.

When you finally felt that it was all over, you rose from your bent over position in front of him and wiped your mouth, looking over your shoulder at him with a blush.

"Sorry you always have to take care of me, Buck."

He shook his head, giving you a small smile as his hand fell from your back. "Don't worry about it, Doll. What are roommates for?"

"Buck, can I tell you something?"

You couldn't tell if it was the fact that you were just sick or the fact that you were nervous that was causing the tightness in your throat as you fully turned to look at him.

"Of course, what's up?"

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

You cringed as the memory of the night before took over your thoughts to the point that even when you tried to think of something else, you couldn't get rid of the thought.

How could you have just told him you loved him? You had held onto the secret of your feelings for the past year and it took a game of beer pong with your roommate's best friend to get the secret out of you.

"Are you actually going to make coffee, or just stare at the items to make coffee until it magically makes itself?" Bucky teased, startling you as he walked up besides you.

"I'm going to make it, I just got distracted by my pounding headache." You lied, quickly going through the steps to make coffee. "Remind me next time to stick to water and never to drink again."

"You always tell me that."

"Well, you never seem to help me out." You gave him a little shove as you moved away from him, pretending to get a muffin from a container on the counter, but truly just wishing to keep him away.

"I held you hair back while you puked last night, but I'm sure you won't remember that, you were pretty wasted." He argued. "Speaking of which, are we going to talk about what happened last night?"

You froze as you took a bite into the muffin, scared you were going to have to explain the way you'd admitted to having feelings for him.

Bucky seemed to have noticed your tension, assuming you also thought he would ask about your confession, clearing his throat as he chuckled awkwardly. "I mean, I'm surprised Steve so easily swayed you and got you to play beer pong with him."

"Oh." You sighed, a bit too relieved, as you set down your muffin. "I was already a bit tipsy off a couple shots I'd done with Wanda and he needed a partner."

"That's it? He just needed a partner so you volunteered?"

You couldn't tell the truth, that you only agreed to play if Steve tried to find out Bucky's feelings towards you since you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You knew it was juvenile, to make a deal with someone to find out if the guy you like likes you back, but you were desperate at the time.

"Yeah," You shrugged, "I'm pretty good at the game and he offered to give me ten bucks if we won."

"You got so wasted you threw up in our bushes for ten dollars?"

"I needed money, okay? I kind of blew through a decent amount in my bank account buying our couch, remember?"

Bucky took a glance back at the couch that sat in the living room, not far from where you both stood in the kitchen.

"If you remember, I was fine with sitting on lawn chairs, you were the one who wanted a couch."

You rolled your eyes as the coffee maker dinged. "Whatever."

You ignored him going forward, as you made your coffee and as the two of you watched television together with the curtains closed and the lights off, trying to keep a migraine somewhat at bay.

You hardly ever looked at him and he didn't seem to mind much, speaking to you very minimally with you responding in no more than one word answers.

It wasn't that you wanted to ignore Bucky, you didn't, but he didn't say anything when you drunkenly admitted to having feelings for him and he wasn't saying anything as you went through the day.

You went over the whole night in your head, playing through it all backwards and forwards and in any which way you could think about it. You could remember the whole encounter, despite how intoxicated you were and you wished you could forget the night in the same way Bucky seemed to have done.

But he hadn't forgotten about it at all, as he too was going over it all in his head. He hadn't meant to brush you off, that seemed to be the opposite of what he had intended to do, but he was seemingly shocked and confused by your confession and decided it might be better to leave it all be, allow you to talk about it while sober.

Your eyes locked as both you and him, lost in though, took a glance at one another and you swore you saw him blush as you both look away.

You rose from your seat, rushing to the bathroom, and slamming the door behind you once you reached it. You just needed a moment to breathe without feeling as though you were holding your breath and the ideas rushing through your mind.

"Pull yourself together, Y/n." You said to yourself, staring into the mirror. "You gotta stop thinking about last night, it doesn't matter. You were drunk and so was he, maybe you both forgot about it."

A sudden knock on the door startled you as you leaned against the counter, trying to collect yourself.

"Y/n, you okay?" Bucky's voice barely made it's way through the door, though you knew he was probably right up against it.

"Yeah, Buck." You lied, "I just needed to go to the bathroom, that's all."

"Are you still feeling sick or something? You seem off."

"No, I'm fine."

You hoped that would satisfy him enough so that he would walk away, but you could hear him shift as he leaned against the door.

"Is this about what you said last night?"

The words penetrated you like a knife to the chest as you winced, silent while Bucky also stayed silent on the other side of the door.

"Y/n, can you open the door? Let's talk face to face." He pleaded, jiggling the door handle a bit.

"I can't." You replied softly, grabbing your side of the handle to stop his attempts to turn it.

"Why not? Come on, Doll, we talk about everything."

"Because you're just going to tell me that while it's nice to hear that I love you, we're nothing more than friends and I can't live through that." You raised your voice, almost close to snapping.

Bucky was silent on the other side, the silence almost deafening before he spoke.

"Doll, open the door. Please." His voice was soft and pleading to the point that it could've broken your heart if you weren't feeling so defensive.

You hesitantly opened the door and before you could react, Bucky's arms were tightly around you as he planted kiss after kiss to the top of your head.

"What the hell are you doing that for?" You asked, pushing him away a bit as he merely chuckled and smiled at you.

"God, I knew you were clueless, but I don't think I realized just how much."

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/n, do you really think I hold your hair back when your sick and listen to you cry about things that don't always matter and stay up all night helping you study because we're roommates?" Bucky asked you, causing you to mentally take a step back. "I have only ever done it because I love you, and for you to think I wouldn't breaks my heart."

"Buck-"

"Just let me finish." He cut you off and you allowed him to, "I couldn't say anything last night cause I wasn't sure if you truly meant what you said or you were just drunk. I never brought it up cause you didn't and when you didn't, I assumed you were too drunk to remember."

"I thought you were too drunk to remember it, either."

"How could I forget the person I love telling me they feel the same way?"

[thequeenopower]

Senior Picture

TW: DEATH, SUICIDE, DRUGS, CURSING THE ENDING OF INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME INCLUDED (MEMORIES OF THE DEATHS WILL BE BROUGHT BACK)

“Mr. Stark, look what I found in the Stark Industries Data Base,” Jarvis spoke out as Tony maneuvered around his set-up.

“What is it Jarvis? Did someone put my nudes on it or something?” He let out a chuckle at his own joke

“Quite the opposite, actually. You should take a look at it.” Tony scoffed at the A.I. telling him what to do, but turned around anyway. 

But, in all seriousness, well as much Tony Stark could muster, he wish he hadn’t turned around to look. There you were, in all your 18 year-old glory. Tony Stark was about to be 30 and here you were, frozen in time, forever. He wanted to look away, he really did. But no matter what he did, he just kept on staring, remembering back to the time where nothing mattered except you.

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“TONY!” You shouted from beside him as you swung high up. “I’m touching the sky!” You laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

Tony just sat there, on the swing beside you, soaking in your sight, your beauty. You were something from another universe, a place where people were made to be the most perfect people in the whole universe. Your smile, your laughter, your personality, the way you did things, you were just absolutely, positively perfect. And Tony Stark was absolutely, positively enamored. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, but here he was, the high school jerk/popular kid hanging out with the girl who was so nice to anyone and everyone.

The girl who would take the shirt off her own back to the next person who needed it. It was like you were meant for the world, and that’s what made your death so confusing to everyone involved or not. No one saw it coming, I mean who would. You made yourself out to be the happiest girl in the world, that there was nothing that made you sad and that you saw the good in everything. So when the announcement was heard on the last day of school during the morning of a moment of silent in honor of you, everyone was completely silent. 

Tony was waiting for you, you had never been late, not once in your life and you wouldn’t be caught dead being late for anything. The announcements started up, the usual end of the year tributes and congratulations to everyone, and then the two speakers went silent until there was a sob heard over the microphone. 

“And everyone, a moment of silence for a fellow classmate you all knew and loved, Y/n L/n.” The class went silent, even the class clowns and trouble makers went quiet. 

You could hear a pin drop in the classroom. Everyone’s eyes was on Tony, he usually enjoyed it, but right now all he wanted to do was destroy everything around him. The second the moment of silence was over, people tried to keep the energy positive even though it was tricky since most students were crying over their fallen classmate. But Tony didn’t give a shit, why were they crying? They knew nothing about her. But then again, did he know anything about her?

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Your face stood frozen in time, it made Tony shiver. If only he was able to go back in time and stop you from do it. I mean, there was nothing bad happening to you, but then again you kept to yourself a lot and didn’t really tell people about what was happening in your personal life, not even to your own boyfriend, Tony. All he knew was your brother passed due to suicide when you were young, you had to see it. All that blood, it traumatized you to no extent. Your parents divorce right after the event didn’t help either. But that’s all Tony knew, he wished there was something that could pull it all together. 

Tony perked up for a second, as if he had it all figured out. The box, the shoebox that you had created and wrote to give to Tony as a keep sake after your death. He’s brought it to every house he’s lived it, but it’s never been opened. When your parents gave it to him he put it in his closet and piled everything he had on top of it to just take his mind off of you. But it soon got to the point where it was the last thing he had of yours, so he’s put it on display ever since. Yet he still hasn’t opened it. Maybe he should. Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe it’ll tell him why you did it, or maybe it would just be photos of the two of you together as teens that you thought he should keep as a memory frozen in time. 

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“Y/n, don’t touch that!” Tony reprimanded as you walked around his bedroom for the first time. 

He knew you’d love it the second you stepped in. All the posters of the things you both liked, the computer chips and the mother boards that littered his desk. 

“You know, desks are meant to be used to do your homework, not changing out the battery of your Walkman.” Tony smiled at your comment and walked up to you, putting his hands on your hips.

“Doing my homework isn’t going to change the world, babe.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips before continuing your excursion.

You touched everything in his room, leaving your finger prints on every item Tony Stark owned in his teenage bedroom. After you finished exploring the room, you and Tony laid in his comfy bed and cuddled up to each other, laughing and talking about stupid stuff, things only the two of you understood. Maybe you two weren’t so different after all, but then again he would never kill himself to escape the horrors of this life.

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The box laid on the table in front of Tony. How has, after all these years, this box stayed in such great shape? He believes you put a spell on it that kept it well maintained so he could open it when he was ready. And today was the day, the day he hopefully would find out the truth. 

Lifting the lid of the shoebox, he realized the inside was decorate with scrap booking paper and heart shaped stickers. You had made this box the first night you and Tony started dating. You told him that this was your guys’ time capsule that would contain things from the adventures you would take together. 

The smell was what hit Tony, it hit him hard. The faint smell of vanilla mixed with moth balls. It engulfed his entire body, his mind, his thoughts. His memories of you flooded his senses like a tsunami. It was like you were here again but far, far away.

He picked up the first photo that was on top of the pile of them. There was a couple below it that matched it but it was a photo of teenage Tony Stark on the beaches of California smiling. He was always confused as to why you loved this photo, why you always reminded him that it existed whenever he was slightly mad at you, he’ll never know. 

The photos after were awkward photos taken by the parents of Tony and Y/n. Meant to be hung up when you guys were married and to reminisce on the old days where nothing really matter. 

Then there was one photo, one that matched the one he kept in his wallet as a lucky token. Taking out his wallet, he pulled out the matching photo. It was you, you smiling widely, hair all over the place all the while, you laid on his bed letting him take a photo of you.

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The sounds of giggling and kissing came from Tony’s bedroom. There you were, kissing and holding Tony Stark. The first, and last, man you’d ever love. After a few quick kissed between the both of you, Tony got up quickly and grabbed something off of his desk. He steadied himself above you with you between his knees. 

“Smile, baby!” Tony said, enthusiastically.

And with that, you smiled, smiled so big that your cheeks started to hurt and to numb the pain you started to laugh. Then there was a bright flash and the sound of a photo coming out of the camera. Tony took the photo and started to shake it to get the ink moving. 

“Alright, your turn now.” You switched positions so you could take his photo. Not without the seductive comments coming out of the man underneath you.

And with the same commands coming out of your mouth, you got your favorite photo of the man you so adored. 

“Damn, we’re a sexy ass couple.” Tony said with ease as he held both photos next to each other to show you. 

What he didn’t know was that as he held the photos, you critiqued everything about yourself in the photo and pointed out every flaw and insecurity that was presented before you. But, he’d never know since you nodded your head with a big smile and opened your arms up for him to come back and cuddle on the bed.

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His photo of you was more so worn out than the one you had of him, for obvious reasons. He looked at it, wondering if you did the same thing he did when he looked at photos of himself, critiquing it like there’s no tomorrow. He wished he had told you how beautiful you were to him every chance he got, wished to tell you things would get better even though he didn’t know the things that were bad. 

The next was a card that was given to you by him for your 1 year-anniversary. It contained a little love note and a coupon book for free hugs and cuddles that never expired. Moving deeper into the box, the photos and cards were never ending. 

He thought there was nothing left when he took the last photo of the two of you out of the box, well it was the last thing. The box was now empty, except for the scrap paper coming up at the corner of the box. He thought nothing of it, almost going to put everything back in there, but something in him told him to pick at it. Peel it away as if he was peeling away the mask Y/n had covered herself in. And so he did, he peeled it back.

And under the scrap paper, there was a piece of paper folded so neatly you’d think a machine did it.

On the note, it read;

Dear, Tony Stark, 

             Hey, baby. How are you? If you’re reading this then it mean’s I finally went through with it. You’re the last person I wanted to make involved in my bullshit excuse of a life. As much as I hate to say it, well write it, I wish I had never met you. I didn’t want someone as important as you to get affected by this but I couldn’t help but be attrachted  attracted to you. You were the only thing keeping me on this earth but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry, Tony Stark. I wish I could be alive to see all that you’ve become. It’s no doubt you would take over Stark Industries with a brain like yours. You were the first person I ever loved and I’m glad I could say I loved you till the very end. You’re probably asking yourself, why did she do this? Why wouldn’t she just let me in, let me help her? Well, it’s because you helping me wouldn’t change the way my mind worked, or change my plan. In the end, this is how it was meant to end. But, for the sake of  capitalizing letters and dotting the end of sentences, I’ll tell you what my life was really like outside of our little relationship.

          Those people I called my parents, they’re not my real parents. They adopted me and my brother when we were just kids. My real parents where druggies, having kids like there was no tomorrow but not having any way to take care of them. I don’t remember much but my brother filled me in on most of it. I have 4 more older siblings and one other younger sibling that my brother knew of. I never tried to get in contact with my birth parents, and its not like I could since they both died from an overdose in the late 70′s, a little after my brother and I were adopted. So as you can see, my life was fucked from the start. I have addiction coursing through my veins which is why I loved you so much, it’s ‘cause I got addicted. But you weren’t the only thing I was addicted to. My brother had a stash, alcohol, coke, weed, anything you can think of he had it, and even though he wanted to protect me as much as he could, he let me try it all and get addicted to it. It wasn’t long till he killed himself. I was jealous of him even though I had to hide it with sadness. I was only 10 when he did it, I was alone in the world with not a single clue what to do, it didn’t help that the people I called my parents got a divorce. I didn’t think I could come back from this. I was so far deep at the bottom of the barrel that I couldn’t even see the sky. 

         That was until you came along. I thought I’d finally found a way out, you were my way out. Instead of just walking past the barrel like everyone else did, you reached down inside and tried to pull me up even though I was trying to pull you down with me. You have a great life ahead of you Tony, I don’t. I was made to fail from the get-go. You though, Jesus, I didn’t even think I deserved to breathe the same air as you. Sure, you were a jerk to everybody but when we were alone together, it felt like the whole world wasn’t watching us for a few hours. All I did all day was count down the time till we were with each other. I know this doesn’t make sense, or maybe this just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe I just forced my brain to think I was faking it, faking all the depression and addictions, just like I was faking my smiles and laughs. I don’t know why I never told you, maybe I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me. You deserve to be free and be the best you could be, and I definitely didn’t want to be the good for nothing girlfriend of the smartest man in the world. I love you, Tony. Never, ever forget it. I’ll see you again some day my love, but for now, forget about me and live in the moment, you’ll never know when the person most important to you will leave.

                                                                          Love, Y/n <3

Tony Stark was not a crier. He prided himself on being a man and never letting anyone see him cry. But here he was, hunched over his work desk crying over the one lover he would do anything to get back. 

So when the day that the aliens came to earth, and Tony had to hold the closet thing to a son he would ever have and watch him turn to dust, he remembered your letter.

And when Tony Stark looked up at your senior photo that displayed over the time machine he had just made on a whim, he remembered your letter. 

And when he kneeled in the desecrated, waste land he called The Avengers Compound, he remembered your letter. 

And as the life drained out of him as he finished the battle he promised he would win, he didn’t remember your letter. He remembered you, and what you looked like, and what you sounded like, and what you smelled like. And for a second, just a second, it seemed you were there, right in front of him, waiting to take him back home where you would spend the rest of time with each other. Pepper would understand, hopefully. But at that moment, in the nicest way possible, Pepper and no one else mattered. Just you, who was standing there with an outstretched hand waiting for Tony to pass on, watching as a young man cried over Tony’s lifeless body. 

Maybe this was how everything was supposed to end, but neither of you will know what could have been.

[ladyeliot]

I’ll fix it

Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger Female Reader.

Summary: Everything changed the day Tony Stark felt your body fall apart in his hands, from then on a struggle to try to bring you back to him began.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death. Time travel.

Word count: 6283

A/N: Avengers Endgame. Some of the dialogue is taken from the film. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Reader’s abilities: Master Martial Artist,  experienced in espionage, talented Hacker.

There was a turning point in Tony Stark’s life, that moment when everything changed, when like ashes you scattered through space, when your body disappeared leaving motes of your essence in his hands.

The battle to save humanity was lost the moment the time stone, protected by Doctor Strange, found its way into Thanos’ Gauntlet, leaving only a single chance to deal with a successful end to the final battle. All of you present had led the fight with acuity, but there was little you could do, you knew that as you fell one by one. Your bodies lay in the ruins of the once superpowered planet, waiting for someone with the will to continue fighting death, Tony was the last one standing until Thanos managed to strip him of his own Iron Man suit, stabbing him in the side with the sword Tony had created with his nanonites. Something snapped inside you, causing the relentless pain in your joints to fade and you managed to get up, before the wizard offered him the last stone and Quill unsuccessfully tried to stop him before Thanos vanished.

“Tony,” you whispered awkwardly reaching out to him, wrapping your arms around his body.

The exhaustion was such that you both let yourselves fall and ended up sitting in the ashes of that place. You brought your faces close together, facing each other, letting them rest, feeling your connection again. The bruises showed what you had suffered, open wounds that allowed blood to spread freely over every part of your face. You had just lost too much, it was a break between before and after, but the one thing you couldn’t bear to lose was him. Tony covered his cut with the last of his remaining nanonites, expressing an inward groan of relief, allowing himself to think again about what had happened.

“Why would you do that?” he muttered pleadingly, looking at Strange, who stood a few feet away from you.

“We are in the endgame now.”

That had a meaning, only Vision’s name came to mind, he was the only one who could stop that, the one who possessed the last stone, the mind stone.

Little by little, the reunion of those present was the only thing that eased the pain, you were all there, none of you had suffered worse consequences. The silence of the planet made your skin crawl, warning that this could happen to the earth if the snapping were to happen. You and Tony stumbled to your feet, watching as Peter came to you.

“Something’s happening,” your gaze connected with Mantis who had just said those words.

You had never felt so much fear inside you, until you saw how his body seemed to extrapolate and turn into ashes that disappeared moments later. The mental and bodily blockade came over everyone present, the terror professing itself through their features. Tony’s fingers clung to your right arm, barely moving from where Mantis was before he vanished.

You all looked around anxiously, hoping to find some answer to the event that had just occurred, but you only saw Drax turning to ashes, joint by joint disappearing.

“Quill?” Drax looked at him as little by little his friend’s body parts dissolved.

“Steady, Quill,” with those words Tony increased the pressure of his fingers on your arm, showing his own insecurity.

“Aw, man,” Quill whispered before melting into the wind.

It had happened, no one could have stopped him, Thanos had gotten the five infinity stones and had done the snap. No one present had any idea how it had happened, but it was clear, your worst fears had been realised.

“Tony,” Strange muttered, causing the few of you present to focus your gaze on him. “There was no other way.”

And so it was that another one turned to ashes. But it wasn’t over yet.

“Mr. Stark?” Tony and you noticed that Peter was starting to wobble, your gazes were horrified at him. “I don’t feel so good…”

“You are all right,” Tony’s words sounded confident, but hid the fear he felt inside.

“I don’t know what’s – I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t–” Peter managed to reach you, falling into Tony’s arms, who wrapped his arms around him and pinned him to the ground. “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please. Please, I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go…” his voice was broken with sobs. “I’m sorry.”

You walked away from the scene, holding your hands to your face as you watched your partner’s body disappear, leaving a void in its place. So, in that moment you realised that your terror was based on the loss of your loved ones, of your family that they had become, you were not afraid of disappearing, you were afraid of them disappearing. You staggered a few steps away, unable to come to terms with what you were witnessing at that very moment, although you didn’t have time either, as a faint tingling sensation appeared in your lower extremities.

“Tony…” a faint tone came from within you, but his reaction was immediate.

“No,” he said, standing up.

You’d never seen him look at you like that before, it broke you to contemplate his watery eyes and fully dilated pupils, expressing desperation, being unable to do anything about it to stop it.

“I…” your voice trailed off.

“I got you, I got you,” his voice was broken, but rigid. “I- I promise I’ll fix this, I’ll fix this.”

You could feel his arms around your body with intensity, the warmth of his body reaching yours, but it was only an instant before you stopped feeling everything and disintegrated into ashes in his hands.

The secular emptiness came a few seconds later to Tony, it was the moment when he understood what had happened and what it meant. He belonged to that 50% of the population that had a second chance, but you were that 50% that had turned to dust from one instant to the next. A feeling indescribable to his mind invaded every inch of his body, he was lost, looking around him, hoping that it was all a nightmare from which he could wake up, but it was clear that he was living in real life, because you were not the only one who disappeared. Completely shattered, he walked through the ruins looking for an answer, some sign to hold on to, to tell him what to do, but it never came.

Time became his enemy, what happened made him realise that every step without you is a moment of his life lost. First it was days, then weeks, then months, then years, he spent a long period of time working against the clock, looking for a way to solve what happened, to come back to you. Thousands of ideas were discarded without coming to a definitive conclusion that could counteract the effects of the snap. Tony knew that if he gave up it would mean losing you forever, the life you had imagined so many times, which you never got to because of the countless missions and obstacles along the way. You were almost on the verge of touching it with your fingers once, after all that happened in Sokovia and the signing of agreements you opted to embrace the simple life, but Thanos and the stones came along and shattered your lives.

Tony had converted the cabin he built for you and didn’t have time to show you, into his own lair. He spent the hours locked away, barely sleeping, at least for the first four years, then he declined, until one day, the light seemed to brighten and his old companions appeared, offering him one last chance to get what he was looking for.

“Now, we know what it sounds like…” Scott was leaning against the wooden porch.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve looked at him with concern, Tony’s appearance had deteriorated over the years. He looked exhausted and full of unresolved doubts.

“I must say I sometimes miss this foolish optimism,” he grimaced, a grimace resembling a smile. “Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?” his tone rose. “In Layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.” he paused. “What do you think I’ve been doing for these five years? Do you think I haven’t thought about it already?”

“I came back,” Scott interjected.

“No, you accidentally survived,” Tony cut him off. “It’s a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a…. What do you call it?”

“A time heist?” said Scott smiling nonchalantly.

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course,” Tony frowned putting his index finger to his lips. “Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it’s laughable? Because it’s a pipedream?”

“When did you give up?” cut Steve off with rudeness in his tone of voice. “When did you give up? When did you give her up?”

Those were the words that made Tony rise from his seat, tilt his face to one side and force his facial expression.

“You have no idea,” she approached him, pointing her index finger at him. “Where have you been for these five years? Creating an armada of joint therapy groups? Has that helped?”

“Tony…” Natasha interjected, but he barely paid attention.

“While you were out here with your army of crybabies I was out here, day after night trying to find a solution to undo this mess we’ve created,” Tony paused, clenched his jaw and sighed deeply. “So don’t come to me now and say I’ve given it all up for lost.”

It was clear that Steve knew how to set Tony’s mind in motion, he knew where it hurt and how he could reignite their old friendship, it only took him naming you for him when the group left to pick up on every loose end he had created over those last few years.

It was hours of thought processes, of proposing to himself the quantum possibilities that could work, but more importantly the consequences, what could happen and what number of percentages existed to bring you all back. It didn’t take him long to come up with a way out, completely illogical to anyone except those who were as crazy as he was. So it was that after all this time he arrived at the New Avengers facility.

“Why the long face?” the car stopped in front of Steve. “Let me guess, it turned him into a baby.”

“Among other things,” Steve shoved his hands into his trousers pockets and looked straight ahead. “What are you doing here?”

“Not giving her up,” Tony shrugged and got out of the car, introducing himself to Steve, who smiled. “Mind you, I don’t plan to participate in any of your open tears.”

That opened a process of slow reconstruction of the events of the past years. It opened wounds, showed the aftermath, but also reunited all the Avengers who had managed to survive Thanos’ snap. The important thing is that there were enough Pym particles for a round trip for everyone present. But the important thing was to find out where the stones were located depending on the time.

They were fortunate, or rather lucky, that three of the stones met at one point in their own history in New York City, precisely during the Chitauri invasion. That was bound to cause a bitter memory for Tony, but it suddenly changed when he found out what it meant, he would go back there, he would do that mission, and you would be there. You were there when in 2012 the Avengers faced the invasion in New York, it was your first mission, when you were all recruited, when you met for the first time.

“Okay, we have a plan,” Steve reported after he had organised the teams. All eyes were focused on a screen showing the stones and their location. “Six stones, three teams, one shot.”

It was clear that what they were about to face was something completely new, none of them had had time to perhaps acquire the necessary skills to tackle this new job, new mission. It was back to the past, at least they had the advantage of knowing what the future held, of knowing what would be in store for them if they failed to succeed in their tasks.

“Five years ago, we lost.” Steve began a speech to his colleagues positioned in circles on the starting platform. “All of us. We lost friends… We lost family… We lost a part of ourselves,” Steve and Tony’s eyes met. “Today, we have a chance to take it all back.” he paused slightly. “You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win,” silence filled the room.“Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

After those words, which were encouraging for all the events that were to follow, a space loop embraced each of them, transporting them through time and space, rendering their matter insignificant. Their bodies separated between space cavities transporting them to the right time.

Tony, along with Bruce, Steve and Scott, appeared in an alleyway in New York City in 2012. The smell of dust and molten iron wafted into their nasal cavities. Everything around him was in ruins, the great skyscrapers looked like they were part of a film of the earth’s extinction, it reminded him of some of his worst fears, but it didn’t distract him because he knew how it was going to end.

“We all have our tasks,” Steve informed them, looking around at an overturned car. “Two stones on the outskirts, one in the centre. Keep a low profile,” he shifted his gaze to Tony, who nodded, raising his hands. “Keep an eye on the time.”

Given the orders the group made a point of dispersing, but Steve held Tony’s arm for a second, focusing his gaze on him.

“Are you going to be all right?” His blue eyes showed concern, including his voice as well.

“Of course,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve been through this once, I can do it again.”

With that said, Tony attached the Iron Man suit to his body and disappeared from the scene. Although his statement exuded self-assurance, he seemed to crumble a little when he reached the top of the Chrysler Building, finding himself in front of Stark Tower. His android vision allowed him to take in the scene taking place on the top floor of his old Tower. There stood the group of Avengers, surrounding Loki, holding him back, he knew that moment as if he had lived it only yesterday, but what almost made his heart stop was to find your figure there. The thrusters of his suit brought him closer to the Tower, accessing the interior through one of the open windows and keeping himself hidden behind some sculptures.

The suit disappeared from his body, becoming Tony Stark again, it was almost unheard of for him, there you were, as if time had never passed. His steps were slow, but he seemed to be completely lost, watching your every move, as if he had no job to do, and his only mission was to watch you. He could not escape the hundreds of memories that came back to him, he even felt guilty about numerous things he had said, done, or not said and done.

“Alright, who gets the wand?” you said holding up Loki’s sceptre.

Your words at that moment came to 2023 Tony with a wide smile, to hear your voice so close to him again and not through any electronic device made a lump form in his throat.

“Are you all right, dude?” Scott cut the moment short.

Tony realised at that very moment that Scott had been on his right shoulder the entire time, a fact that brought all his senses back into focus on the scene he was reliving. The lift opened, ushering in the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who were actually Hydra, but none of you knew it at the time.

“All right, you’re up, little buddy. There’s our stone,” Tony whispered to Scott.

“All right,” Scott took up position on his partner’s shoulder. “Flick me.”

There Scott’s mission began, and he made his way to the Tony of the past to join him. The scene on the top floor of Stark Tower continued as if nothing strange was going on.

“You got it?” you asked the past Tony, watching as he put the tesseract into the briefcase.

“Yep,” he replied, closing the case and looking at you with a half smile.

“By the way, how about that drink afterwards Miss Y/L/N?”

“Interesting that you can think of a drink Mr. Stark,” you said crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, when I buy someone a drink I’m not just thinking about drinking,” he winked at you to which you narrowed your eyes and headed towards the lift with the other companions. “Is that a yes?”

“Well I try,” muttered the Tony of the present to himself, who inevitably couldn’t hold back a smile as he saw with his own eyes that moment and your way of rejecting it, for it was the beginning of too many things. So, as you all disappeared down the lift he too made his way to his new assigned position.

“ Okay, Cap, I got our scepter in the elevator just passing the 80th floor,” he informed Steve over the intercom. “I’ll head down the hall.”

Steve had his mission, to get the sceptre by pretending to be a Hydra agent in front of those who really were and were now guarding the briefcase. Meanwhile, Tony took over one of the security uniforms of the Shield agents, to impersonate one of them and get the briefcase that had the tesseract inside that was now in the possession of the former Tony.

The avengers arrived at the lobby, Scott in thumb size’, that’s what Tony liked to call him, had to get inside the reactor of his victim to produce a small shock, and so everyone would focus their gaze on the old Tony, while the one from 2023 got hold of the briefcase, but things didn’t go as planned.

“I’m looking forward to going to Shawarma Palace,” Tony was standing next to you, “We could take it as our first date, what do you think?”

“Interesting,” you said, barely looking at him but with a slight smile on your face, “It’ll be great to say that genius billionaire Tony Stark asked me out for shawarma on our first date.”

“You forgot about philanthropist and Playboy,” he added, raising an eyebrow.“So that’s… Oh, Mr. Secretary!”

The conversation with Shield’s superior began, it was the ideal time where Scott had the opportunity to carry out his mission, for the tesseract was disappearing at that moment, and it would be tricky to access it again.

“All right, move it, Stuart Little. Things are getting dicey up here. Let’s go,” Tony informed Scott over the intercom.

It looked like everything was going down the drain, as Scott was in trouble for giving him a cardiac arrhythmia, however, everyone was stunned when at that moment Tony’s body stopped, and then began to convulse and fall to the ground. Your expression suddenly changed, as did the others.

“Tony?” you asked, dropping down beside Tony, worried about what was happening to him.

“Medics!” exclaimed the Tony Stark of 2023, taking in the scene. “You guys, some help!”

“Talk to me,” you said grabbing his face, which was completely flushed since he couldn’t breathe.

“Aw, she’s worried,” the present Tony muttered to himself.

“Is that the machine in your chest?” Thor, who was standing next to him, asked.

Meanwhile Scott, who had emerged from the reactor in the chest of the Tony of the past, pushed hard on the briefcase so that the Tony of the future could take it in his hands and go in search of a way out, but in that instant the Hulk suddenly appeared knocking Tony down, opening the briefcase, making the tesseract fly out and land at the feet of Loki who took it in his hands and disappeared.

“Come on Tony breathe,” you said looking at Thor hoping he would do something about it.

“I’ll try something, but I don’t know if it will work,” Thor brought his hammer to Tony’s chest, specifically the reactor and offered him a small shock, bringing the air back into his lungs. “Yes!”

“Whew, that worked a treat,” he said between gasps, looking at both of us. “Dude, that was crazy,” he thought. “The case.”

“Uhh, the case is…” Thor looked around.

“Where is the case?” you asked getting up trying to intercept him with your gaze.

“Where is Loki?” exclaimed Thor. “Loki!”

Meanwhile, ten meters away from the scene, the Tony from the future was completely knocked to the ground, after the Hulk knocked him down.

“Oh, we blew it,” Tony said without barely getting up, listening to all the conversation you had a few feet away.

The Tony of the future got up and opted to walk through the door leading to the stairs before anyone noticed him, for due to the Hulk’s untimely and shocking appearance, there were hardly any people left in the hall, apart from the Avengers and the Shield agents, of which he was undercover. However, as he was walking down a long corridor on the third floor, something stopped him.

“Excuse me agent,” your voice appeared as if it were an apparition behind him, causing him to stop his steps. “I must ask you to stay in the hall, we need to question everyone present in case we find evidence of what just happened.”

This was completely new, Tony hadn’t experienced it, he didn’t know what was going to happen or how he would best act on this occasion, but he knew that if he turned around you would most likely recognise him, as the black helmet and goggles barely covered his face, leaving the lower part of his face uncovered. At the same time, you kept a SIG Sauer P226 in your hand just at hip level, waiting at all times to watch the reactions of the man in front of you.

“Of course,” said Tony, changing his tone of voice slightly, making it deeper than usual, but still he just kept his position, his back to you.

“Could you turn around and come with me?” you asked with a frown, brushing your fingers over the gun and feeling a bad feeling inside you, for there was something that didn’t sit right with you.

Tony took a deep breath and lowered his face, there were a thousand ideas running through his mind right now, he didn’t know which one was worse than the last, so he connected several pieces and took one that would produce some personal gain, for worse than they were already, perhaps, things couldn’t get any worse.

“Are you sure?”

Slowly Tony’s body turned 180 degrees to face you. His features were obvious, his brown eyes accompanied by honey-coloured flecks, his beard so neatly trimmed, and those full lips, all 100% Tony Stark. But it was obvious to you that this was a trap, Loki had disappeared and you were aware of his every ability to deceive, after all he was the master of mischief. You didn’t stop for a moment to take the gun in your hands and point it firmly in his face, you had a clean shot.

“Loki…” you whispered frowning and squinting one eye to improve your aim.

“Not exactly,” Tony held up his hands retreating back a step, but showing no nervousness at all at the situation. “God, how I resent you mistaking me for him.”

It was at that precise moment, when he had you two metres away pointing a gun to his head, that he realised how long those five years had been, five years without being able to look at your face, without hearing your voice, without your caresses, without your kisses… for which he would die in those moments of your gunshot. He found himself with his hands raised, his body totally paralysed and his lips half-open, in love with you. You were not really the woman he had left behind, it was 2012 and many of your features were changed, but it was you.

“Where is the tesseract?” you asked, bringing him back to his senses. “What have you done with it?”

“That’s what I want to know,” he replied casually and slowly lowered his hands, knowing that bullet wasn’t going to be fired at him.

Tony’s mind worked fast, he was quick in his thoughts and in his actions, although sometimes that could get him into serious trouble because of the consequences of his actions, so he had no idea what he was doing at that moment, because his whole body was begging him to have a meeting with you and so he did. Now it was time to figure out where to go with the situation, but Tony was not a great planner, he flowed with time.

“By the way, did you get rid of that damn FBI agent yet? What was his name?” Tony knew how to test you to make you realise he wasn’t Loki. “Ah yes, Agent Chatter, god, how I hated him. I would have loved to see you spill champagne all over his scalp.”

“How do you… How do you know that?” your voice sounded gruff, but quizzical at the same time, even though you had no intention of conversing with him you were curious as to how the hell he had found out that information, as Tony was the only one who called Matthew ‘Agent Chatter’.

“You told me,” he said taking a step towards you, closing the distance, causing you to back away. “I told you, I’m not Loki.”

“I’ve never told anyone what happened with Matthew,” your breath hitched as you realised you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Well, you haven’t really told me yet,” he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side.

You remained thoughtful for a couple of seconds. “I know exactly what you’re doing,” you tightened your grip on the gun, your hands beginning to sweat. “Your mind games aren’t going to work on me.

The moment was complex to explain, Tony had hundreds of possibilities to offer you in that moment and for you to discover that it wasn’t Loki in front of you, he knew how he could deal with the situation, but he wanted you to be the one to figure it out for yourself. He was playing with fire, he knew better than anyone how space-time worked, but he had an ace up his sleeve, an ace that Steve was carrying at that moment and he would use it later.

Tony slowly brought his hands to his face, causing you to fix your aim again with his moments, you feared what he might do next, for anything was to be expected with Loki, but Tony merely removed his helmet and goggles, dropping them to the ground exposing his full face to you.

A strange feeling came over your body, it was obviously a familiar face, you had spent numerous hours with Tony Stark in the previous weeks, but it wasn’t really your Tony standing before you. The features looked aged, more wrinkles were in the key parts of his face, grey hair was showing through his hair and also in his beard. Concentrating on analysing each of his features made you soften your grip on the gun.

"It’s me,” he murmured, making another attempt to move towards you, and succeeded, bringing the barrel of the gun down on his chest, clattering against his reactor. He gingerly reached out his arm, reaching up to your face and brushing aside a lock of your hair. “I can’t explain too much, but…”

“Tony?” a new voice joined your encounter, snapping you out of your abstraction. “What are you doing?”

Again you put distance between you and Tony, wary of what had just happened and rather guilty for letting yourself be bamboozled by Loki. You looked at the Captain who was coming from the far end of that long hallway and was just now standing metres away from you.

“It’s not Tony, Captain, it’s one of Loki’s tricks,” you explained without looking away from Tony who was looking at Steve a little guilty about the situation that had been created. “Captain, warn the others, inform them that we have Loki on the third floor of the west wing.”

“I. Am. Not. Loki,” Tony qualified each of his words somewhat irritated that you still believed it was Loki. “Can you tell her Cap?”

“Tony, what the hell are you doing?” Steve used a gruff tone, now the one who sounded irritated was him, as he was unaware of where Tony’s plans were headed.

“Shit,” Tony whispered turning his gaze towards him.“When they put that serum in your veins they offered you the gift of inopportunity, didn’t they?”

For you everything was much more confusing, your quick analysis of the situation and the two figures that stood before you had many gaps of information. You knew those guys, you had spent more hours of your life with them than with your family, you had studied them, you had analysed them and really that Steve and Tony that were before you were not the same guys, and there was only one Loki, both could not be Loki, at least within your logic, although with Loki anything goes. But what you realised was that the captain was holding the sceptre, why was the captain holding the sceptre right now?

“I’m sorry Tony, but we have to go,” he repeated firmly, which brought you back to reality.

“I don’t think either of you are going anywhere,” you quickly pulled a new pistol from the back of your suit, two guns for two people standing in front of you.

That elicited a sigh of disgust from Steve, who raised his hands, raising the sceptre in one hand and the shield in the other, halting his stride in his tracks.

“What was your bright idea Tony?” he asked seriously.

“I don’t know Cap, you know I like to improvise,” he shrugged his shoulders without taking his eyes off you, raising his hands and giving you a wide and warm smile, which didn’t affect you at all.

“Great, so improvise if you don’t want me to,” Steve sentenced him without moving from his position.

“She’s mine,” Tony slowly brought his hand to his chest, where he offered himself a couple of taps and the armour ran over every millimetre of him, covering his limbs.

Was Loki really capable of that? Confusion engulfed you, it had all your senses alert, your mind asking a hundred questions you couldn’t answer. But if it’s not any of them Loki who are they?

Tony looked at Steve’s sceptre, that was the only key way out he could think of, but since he had laid all his cards on the table, he wasn’t going to leave without doing one thing first, so he started to close the gap with you.

“If you take one more step…” you began to say, backing down the long corridor of Stark Tower.

“Honey, surely my 2012 self would punch me if he knew his 2023 self was going to do what I’m about to do,” he started to approach you which made you stand on guard, “since I’d take all the credit away from him, because he won’t do it for another two years or so, but…” between the words and his approach you blocked and pulled the trigger of the gun pointed at him, causing the bullet to hit and fall to the ground. “Hey! That hurt, well, not physically, but you just hurt my feelings.”

“Don’t come any closer…” you muttered, aiming both pistols at Iron Man’s armour.

Your gesture was profoundly in vain, as your footsteps stopped and Tony was close enough to grab the pistols tightly and wrestle them out of your hands, throwing them into the distance, unable for you to avoid. At that exact moment, Iron Man’s suit disappeared, allowing you to look at him again, much closer than the first time. You didn’t know if it was a mind game, but you could almost feel a strange connection between your gazes, the way he looked at you as if he wanted to tell you something, as if he was hiding a long way in them.

“God, I’d almost forgotten what your face…” Tony’s words were inconclusive, but he voiced a smile at the end of them.

What? you wanted to ask out loud, it was so strange, so incomprehensible to you that you were almost terrified at that moment. His eyes looked at you as if they had known you all your life, as if you had lived too many moments together to remember them all, and you just wanted to ask him about it, but you did not. Tony’s arm was around your waist before you could even react and he pulled you close to him, his lips firmly against yours. For Tony it was one of the best sensations of his life, every limb seemed to fill with energy, his skin bristled, he placed his other hand on your back preventing you from fleeing if you had any intention of doing so. He felt your body scent envelop him again after so many years away from you and it brought a lump to his throat. He didn’t want to separate from you, he couldn’t separate from you, he was terrified inside, he could hardly move his lips, for he feared you would run away if he did.

On your part it was something completely unexpected that you didn’t know how to carry out, it seemed that your common sense was lost somewhere, as if it had extrapolated from your body and didn’t act. Your eyes remained open for the first few seconds, observing the nothingness, but when you felt his second hand on your back to bring you closer to him, they closed very slowly, as if you expected to receive an answer from this act to your numerous doubts. You held still, with no intention of separating yourself from him. You wouldn’t deny that you hadn’t thought about what it would be like to kiss Tony Stark, but that wasn’t the Tony Stark you knew.

It was time that decided when to end it, Tony’s face was the one that put distance, but his minus was still glued to your back. He leaned his forehead against yours, exposing his ragged breath against your face.

“Who are you?” you whispered against his lips without opening your eyes yet.

Tony pulled back a few inches, opened his eyes and brought his hands to your face analysing every facial feature before him, running his thumb over your cheeks and lips.

“I promise I’ll fix it,” he whispered feeling himself. “It’ll be all right.”

“What…  What will be alright?” your hesitation felt present in your words, it was incomprehensible what he was saying.

“I…” began Tony.

As if the breath stopped in your lungs, you took one last exhale before everything went dark and you hips surrendered in Tony’s arms. The tip of the sceptre had grazed your body causing you to enter a deep sleep from which when you awoke you would possibly think that everything you had experienced was a dream, or that it was really Loki who was playing with you.

“It would have been rather more gentlemanly of you to let me do it,” Tony looked at Steve spitefully as he held your body in his hands.

A fearful sigh escaped Tony’s lips as he carefully laid your body on the floor and ran his palm over his face, facing a voice that told him he couldn’t leave.

“Tony, we can’t leave any loose ends,” Steve whispered as he watched Tony continue to hold you in his arms. “I know how much you want to get back to her. So the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you’ll be reunited,” Steve rested his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “By the way, where do you have the tesseract?”

“Interesting question…”

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Can I have some general yandere loki hc please?

General Yandere Loki

Loki is a possessive in any kind of relationship, platonic or romantic. You're his most treasured person.

He'd spoil you rotten with gifts and trinkets. He loves to bring something back from wherever he's been or visited, for you.

He needs constant attention, but won't admit it. He wants you to give it without being asked to. Basically he wants you to come to him than him come to you. He loves having his hair played with and styled, he'll even do the same for you. I could see him doing your makeup, if you where any.

He also loves cuddling but he won't admit to that either. Likes being the little spoon, fight me. He can overall be sweet to be with, but this isn't normal Loki we're talking about.

He will kill for you without hesitation. Any kind of interaction from/with another person could be punishable by death. He'd try not to murder anyone in front of you, but sometimes he gets tunnel vision and just acts rather than thinks, nothing would have to really push him to that though. Otherwise he's very smart about what he does and how he does it.

He hates anyone who takes your attention away from him. He'll glare at them until they finally take the hint or leave on their own.

Loki is protective but he likes to be in shadows about it. He'll use his magic to make someone make a fool of themself. He'll judge and criticize anyone in your friend circle. He'll plant little seeds of doubt in your head about your friends, starting with off hand comments and played up accounts of mistrust towards them. Making you second guess your relationships with other people.

He wants to be your only friend, lover, or whatever. He doesn't want anyone replacing him or taking his spot in your life.

If you're in a romantic relationship, he'll want to marry you, make you his queen/king, and have a big family with as many children as the two of you can possibly have, whether you abopt or have your own is up to you.

Loki absolutely, irrevocably loves you in any form of relationship. He wants your love, attention, understanding, and time. And he'll make sure no one else can have that from you.

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The Bet

Summary: The teams placed a bet, but little do they know there was need for a bet. Warnings: None Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: I think your pants look hot Written for Star’s Hamilfilm Lyric Challenge @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ This was shorter than I thought it was  😂   Dividers made by whimsicalrogers

“This will they won’t they thing they’ve got going on is starting to get pretty annoying.”

Clint snorted, shaking his head as he looked over at where Steve and YN were standing, practically leaning against each other.

“Only starting to? It’s been annoying since day one.”

Nat grinned over the top of her coffee cup, looking over at Clint.

“You’re just jealous.”

Clint scoffed, turning towards Nat.

“Of what? The secret punning and love sick eyes? Nah, I think I’m good.”

Sam nodded, throwing a grape at Bucky.

“I wish they would just freaking get together already.”

“So they can kiss and be all lovey dovey in front of us? They’ll be ten times worse then than they are now.”

Tony huffed, leaning forward.

“Alright, let’s just settle this now, fifty they get together in a month.”

“I’ll take that but I say YN will be the one to ask Steve out.”

“One fifty for end of the week, Steve asks YN out.”

After some deliberation, everyone had picked a side as Tony repeated the teams.

“Okay so that’s Nat, Sam and Bucky for the end of week. Bruce, Clint and me for a month. Whoever loses owes each winner one fifty, deal?”

Everyone agreed, moving to act like nothing had happened when Steve and YN walked over, YN making a face as she looked everyone over.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Clint nodded, leaning forward, grabbing the cup of coffee and pulling it to him. 

“Yup, what she said. Nothing, not a thing.”

YN scoffed, shaking her head.

“Yeah right.”

It’s been two months since the team had made bets on when YN and Steve would get together and they all lost. There was no declaring of love, no kisses shared between lovers, nothing. And it was starting to get on the team's nerves. It seemed like even though they weren’t together, they had gotten worse with their lovesick pinning. They’d spend all their time together, laughing and smiling. Tony was sitting at the bar, Nat standing behind it, looking at the different drinks Tony had. 

“This is starting to get ridiculous.”

Nat turned, leaning over the bar.

“You think?”

“Mhm, okay we need to do something.”

“Yea? Like what?”

“Watch this.”

Tony grinned, turning towards where YN and Steve were sitting.

“Hey Steve!”

Steve and YN both looked up, Steve sitting up taller as YN made a face.

“What is it?”

“I think your pants look hot.”

YN snorted as Steve’s mouth fell open, his face growing red as he stuttered.

“Thanks?”

Tony nodded, his grin growing.

“Yeah, I think they’d look even hotter on YN’s floor.”

Steve turned towards YN who was laying back against the couch, her head thrown back as she laughed. She sat up, smiling at Tony.

“Did you just hit on Steve for me?”

Tony nodded as they both got up, walking towards him and Nat.

“Sure did.”

YN grinned, holding Steve’s hand. They came to a stop, YN turning towards Steve. With a slit pull he leaned down, YN standing on her tippy toes, kissing Steve. Tony’s mouth fell open as Nat stumbled forward, the others sharing the same look they were. YN leaned back down, turning towards Tony as Steve wrapped his arms around YN, standing behind her, resting his chin on top of her head.

“It’s really sweet that you were hitting on Steve for me, but I’ve got that covered.”

They were all frozen in place as YN and Steve laughed, leaving the commons room. The elevator doors had closed when Tony shook his head, scoffing.

“What the hell?!”

Bucky made a face, scratching his beard, tilting his head to the side.

“How long have they been together?”

“Agent Shadow and Captain Rogers have been together since December 18th, of last year.”

“Ten months! They’ve been together for ten months!”

“Friday you were in on it?”

“I like Agent Shadow and Captain Rogers sir.”

Tony scoffed, turning back towards the bar.

“Of course you do.”

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Pocketful of Sunshine- REQUESTED (Tony x Daughter Reader)

Requested by Anon:  Can I request one where the reader is a younger teen and a runaway? Tony catches her trying to pick pocket him and brings her to the tower to call her parents but she begs him not to cause they're the reason she ran away in the first place. He asks about it and she shows him. She can control certain elements and she's got strange markings on her palms. He figures out she's an inhuman and takes her in and helps her train with the team. Later adopting her cause her parents were abusive.

A/N: Sorry this is late, Anon! I got caught up in some other writing, and it took me some time to find the perfect way to write this request. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, please (: 

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Warnings: Abuse, Scars, Bruising. Neglect, Theft

Word Count: 1591

Tony hated shopping. He hated being in public, hated dealing with the publicity, and hated trying to act like he didn’t hate everyone. Tony was tired of putting on the fake acts. He just wanted to let himself live his life with no distractions, no more pain, and no more people. JARVIS was enough of a pain for him.

As he was browsing the merchandise in the store, he felt something awry. Something poking him. Turning around quickly, he raised his palm with his partial suit on, and was about to blast the individual. Tony thought they were a terrorist. Instead, it was a young teen with his wallet in her dirty hands. Her eyes were wide and terrified as she turned and began to sprint through the store.

Tony ran after, picking up the pace to match her intense speed. He then stepped in front of her around a corner, and she ran smack into him. “Here, have it! Just let me go!” she screamed as she tossed the wallet at him. Tony took a string out of his pocket, and wrapped it around her hands. “No you don’t, kiddo. You’re coming with me, and we are calling your folks.” He dragged the youth with him, ignoring her many protests. Tony didn’t care: He was not going to let the kid go without teaching her a lesson. “Mr. Stark, please just let me go. I’ll never do it again, I swear.” Tony rolled his eyes, irritation clear on his face. “Look, munchkin, you’ve already inconvenienced me enough. Shush and let me do this.”

The entire ride back to the tower was awkward for Tony. He didn’t get along with people, let alone kids. Tony drove like a maniac, and the girl let out a yelp a few times due to fear. He decided to try and lighten the mood in the car.

“What’s your name, kid?” Tony asked as he drove. At first, she didn’t answer. She put her feet up on the dash and pouted. “Feet off! What do you think this is, a couch?” The girl grumbled as she moved her feet to the floor. “Name” he demanded. “(Y/N), okay?” She was clearly irritated, and didn’t want to hear the chatter. Tony decided to stop asking questions.

They arrived at the tower five minutes later. Tony went around to the other side of the car to open the door for (Y/N). She trudged inside behind him, and was silent on the way up to Tony’s floor. She was shocked to see the inside of the Avengers tower; it was huge, and full of so many individuals with special abilities. The thing that Tony didn’t know was that she had capabilities of her own.

“Kid, who am I calling to have come get you?” he asked as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “No one” she answered as she slumped further into a chair she sat on. “Look, I’m not playing babysitter. Who am I calling?” Tony asked, voice raised. “Mr. Stark, please don’t make me go back to them…” she whispered. “Look kid, I know the teen years are rough, but your parents are probably super worried about you.” (Y/N) looked as though she were about to break into tears, and instead took off the baggy jacket that covered her frame. The tee shirt left the marks on her arms exposed: red slashes, scratches, and purple bruises littered the skin.

Tony’s face turned to one of horror. “Kid, who did this?” he asked, his hands nervously raking his hair. “My ‘parents.’” Tony immediately set his phone down, and kneeled in front of the child. Only then did he notice the markings on her hands. Intricate designs looped around her palms, cascading down to her fingertips, and looping back up, hitting her wrists. “What are you?” Tony merely whispered, still observing the markings. “I can control earth, fire, wind, air. The elements.” (Y/N) brought a small flame into her left hand, and then used her right one to douse the flame. She rubbed her hands together, and pebbles fell from them. After that, she flicked her wrist in Tony’s direction. Wind followed her command, and blew breezily through his hair. “You’re amazing” Tony said, his mouth turning upwards into a smile. “With proper training, you could become an asset to our team.” Tony got off the ground, and started to pace. “Do you think your parents will let you stay here, should a certain Tony Stark pay them to let you train?” “I ran away from home. No one has been looking for me” she said, her mouth quivering. “Hey, that’s okay. I’ve looked for you, and I want you here” Tony said, placing a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I will take care of everything” Tony promised.

He then took (Y/N) with him as he began to get keys so that she could have her own room in the tower. “You’re going to be on my floor, near my room. I’m gonna keep an eye out for ya. No stealing or games, okay?” he asked, staring at her eyes. “I promise, Mr. Stark” the girl replied. “Tony. Call me Tony.”

--

After a few months of training, (Y/N) had mastered her abilities. She was using all her power to aid the Avengers, and had saved many lives. Tony had grown attached to her, and had an idea that he had run by the entire team an endless amount of times. They told him to go for it, and that it wasn’t stupid, but he still took his time in considering the idea.

One day, after a successful mission, Steve ran into (Y/N) in the lounge on the 17th floor of the tower. “Hey there, kiddo! We’re having a party tonight, you in?” (Y/N)’s face lit up at the thought of a party: Celebrations and parties were things that she missed out on in her childhood. “I’m down!” she said excitedly. “Be ready for 7, okay doll?” Steve said with a smile as he exited the room.

“Special delivery!” Wanda shouted with a giggle as she approached (Y/N). “What’s this?” (Y/N) asked, holding the rather large box in her hands now. “It’s a surprise from a mystery person, so wear it to the party tonight” Wanda said with a wink. (Y/N) tore open the box to find a beautiful (Y/F/C) dress. She held it up to herself, imagining how it would look on her tonight. With that taken care of, she went off into her room to get dolled up for the special event.

 “Breathe, Stark” Steve ordered Tony as they were all waiting for (Y/N)’s arrival. Tony was incredibly nervous, as he didn’t know how the girl would react to what he was proposing. He had never been good with words, or people, but that all changed when he had met (Y/N). She was just like him, and they formed a bond unlike any other. He never felt close to his own father, and neither had she. He was hoping to change that for her.

He heard the clicking of heels on the marble flooring in the ballroom of the tower, and turned quickly to see a beautiful (Y/N) dressed in the gown he had bought specially for her to wear to this event. His eyes were filled with tears of happiness as a smile grew on his face. She walked towards the team slowly, trying not to trip over the shoes and dress. She then arrived in front of Tony, who was almost crying. “You look gorgeous, kid” he said, a tear slipping out of his eye. “What’s wrong, T?” she asked, concern etching her face. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Nothing could possibly be wrong right now” he said as he pulled her in for a hug. He then took her hand and led her to a table, the team following in suit. There were two chairs facing one another, and he sat her down. Taking the other seat, he took her hands into his own, and looked in her eyes.

“(Y/N), I hope that you’ve found happiness here. I also hope that you’ve found a family in the team, because we sure have found one in you. That’s a part of the reason we’re all here right now” Tony said, fumbling as he grabbed an envelope out of his suit pocket. “Open this” he ordered as he handed her the letter. She took the envelope in her hands, and gingerly removed the sticker holding it shut. She looked confused as she read the documents. “What is this?” (Y/N) asked, still observing the papers. “Those papers, if signed by you, and of course, yours truly, will make me officially your father.” (Y/N)’s mouth dropped open, seeing the lines where she and Tony both needed to sign. “You want…. You want to be my dad?” she said, tears now coating her cheeks. “Yes. More than anything in the world, kiddo.” They both stood up and embraced one another tightly, not letting go for at least a minute. Pictures were taken as the team clapped and offered congratulatory woos. “You’re the best, Dad” (Y/N) said as she kissed Tony on the cheek. Sure, he wasn’t her dad for the 15 years she had been alive, but now, he was going to make her know that she was loved and cared for. “I love you, kid. Thank you for trying to steal my wallet” he said with a chuckle as he and (Y/N) posed for a picture.

Here you are, Anon! I really enjoyed this request, and I sure hope you did too.

Thank you to all who read this, because it means the world to me to know that others enjoy my writing. I appreciate it so much, and I thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. 

Have a good one~

[missmonsters2]

Natasha gets protective of her girlfriend when someone at a friends Halloween party keeps staring at her.

vi. What's One Little Kiss Between Friends?

vi: The first Official Halloween

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: I ain't wanna hear how it's not wednesday!! *squints* we're multitasking here ok. Also thanks anon 💘

College AU set. Feel free to request the next part in my inbox!

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Annoying.

Natasha softly grunted as she adjusted her wig.

"Hey, sexy—"

"Go. Away." Natasha narrowed her eyes at the boy, who certainly looked too young to be allowed to legally drink.

The young man jolted at Natasha's look as he tucked tail and turned. A few of the other people standing around had a good laugh, including Bucky.

"What's got your one piece all twisted and up your ass?" Bucky smirked, knowing damn well what was bothering Natasha.

Natasha curled at her lip in a sneer at Bucky, who could only press his lips together to prevent from laughing.

"Stop antagonizing her," Wanda scolded Bucky as she flicked the tip of his nose.

"Ugh," Bucky complained as he rubbed his nose. "Really?"

Wanda rolled her eyes before she turned to Natasha. "Why are you just standing here? If you're so jealous, just go up to her and join in."

"I'm not jealous!" Natasha hissed. "I'm just...concernred people are staring at her."

"Oh my god," Wanda sighed as she rubbed her temples. "Plenty of people are staring at you too, you know."

"I don't care that people are staring at me, I care that they're looking at her!" Natasha's voice tinged into a childish whine at the end.

She was annoyed.

You had made her dress up in matching costumes as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, but it wasn't long before you were caught in a long-winded conversation with some stupid boy who used to be in your class.

It would've been fine, but your costume was drawing attention. Natasha swore that every Joker and Batman in the vicinity was sliding up and hovering over you.

It was unbelievably aggravating.

A part of Natasha wished she tried harder to convince you that going to Steve and Sharon's Halloween Party was stupid and the two of you should just stay home and watch movies.

After all, it was your first Halloween together as official girlfriends; Natasha really wanted to make good use of it.

And just like that, your magical powers— the innate knowledge of Natasha—you turned your head to look at her.

You pressed your lips together, almost in a way that Natasha can't tell you're refraining from laughing. She watched you whisper something to the group you were chatting with before walking towards her.

"Hi," you grinned at her.

"Hi," Natasha answered flatly.

"Oh, god, please don't do that," you sighed, and for a second, Natasha is worried she had upset you by being too...clingy. "You're way too cute even when you're upset with me."

Natasha found herself relaxing at the words as she rolled her eyes. She let you grasp her hands and pull her close.

"I'm not upset with you," Natasha crinkled her nose.

"Yes, yes, you're just jealous," you nodded your head like the world's wisdom was bestowed upon you.

Natasha wanted to vehemently deny it, the words already on the tip of her tongue. But she doesn't.

Because she is.

She knew it, and you knew it. There was no point in denying it.

"How long do we have to stay?" Natasha asked instead. "This party sucks."

"Hey!" Steve called from the side, affronted. Natasha doesn't even look at him. Sharon grinned and shook her head, rubbing her boyfriend's arm.

"You've become much too recluse since we've graduated," you tutted. "Where's the social butterfly, Natasha Romanoff? Student council president, volleyball captain, miss smarty pants—"

"Ugh, please stop bringing that up," Natasha grimaced. "We're done university."

"Ah, yes," you nodded sagely. "Now, you're Natasha Romanoff, the most popular lawyer. Pretty, smart, cutthroat, and on her way to becoming Partner. It's really hard fighting off your admirers, you know."

"Look who's talking," Natasha quirked her brow. She jerked her head behind you, and you followed her direction. "I'm started to get tempted to bring a bat with me everytime we go out."

You could see a man in a joker costume staring at you. He had been in the group you were talking to, but you hadn't really known who he was. Well, he did introduce himself, but you've forgotten it the second you heard it.

"Ah," you said dryly as you licked your lips. "There's a chance he might be looking at you instead."

"I think he's trying to come up with a clever pickup line about The Joker and Harley Quinn belonging together before he comes up to you," Natasha tried to glare daggers at him, but he was too focused on staring at you.

"We seem to be in a pickle then," you puckered your lips. "Everyone knows Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are the one true pair."

"Everyone except him," Natasha muttered. What if she just yelled, 'What the fuck are you staring at? Eyes off my girlfriend!' She wondered if Steve and Sharon would kick her out.

She hopes so.

But before she can open her mouth, her lips find themselves a little occupied by yours. It's reflex at this point for Natasha to wrap her arms around you, pressing closer with a pleased hum.

When you pulled back, Natasha blinked and tried to make her way back to reality.

Looking up, Natasha finds the guy looking confused but not deterred. Finally, he makes eye contact with her.

Natasha gave him a deadpan expression and her middle finger.

He looked offended but still not discouraged.

Bucky just whistled with a laugh. "Stevie," he looked over to his best friend. "You better tell your coworker to stop staring our Harley Quinn over here. He's about to be a dead man. Although, he's kind of a douchebag, so maybe we should let Natasha kill him."

Wanda slapped Bucky on the arm, and he yelped, "Ow! Shit, alright! I meant I'll kill him and Natasha can pick up my defense case."

The unimpressed look Bucky got only made him smirk.

Steve just looked apologetic as he started to make his way over to his coworker.

You couldn't help but laugh as you kissed Natasha again. "Alright, let's head out before you murder someone on my behalf."

"I wouldn't," Natasha whined but was happy to go finally. "Didn't you hear? Bucky would do it and I'll be his lawyer. Don't worry pal, I've yet to lose a case."

Part 6

[thatonebrazilian]

Hey there everyone... So, I'm new here and I'm not really sure how to do this (I mean, I've used this like eons ago, literally don't remember a thing about how to use it properly) so bear with me.

Anyway, I've been doing some writing lately and I wanted to share with you guys because I read some of y'all stories and they really helped me get through some hard times, so I thought "if my stories can help someone at least in a fraction of how much y'all stories helped me, then I'll feel like I've accomplished something".

So... Yeah, I'mma be posting soon and I hope you guys like it.

(Btw, I'll be writing mainly for Natasha, but there may be some Wanda, Carol, Yelena, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Sara Lance, and Diana Prince. I may write for more later on, though).

PS: English isn't my first language, please be kind.

[myriadimagines]

Preference: Marvel (MCU)

— what they do when you’re injured during a fight

Characters: Carol Danvers, Shuri, Valkyrie, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: mentions of fighting/injury

Request: “Marvel preferences for Carol, Valkyrie, Shuri, And Wanda and what they do when their S/O is injured/or in recovery from an injury? 💗💗💗💗” - anonymous

A/N: wow i love women :’)

Carol Danvers 

Carol would lose control when seeing you hurt during a fight. She’d hold nothing back, feeling anger above all towards those who hurt you. After promptly dealing with your attackers, her anger would be replaced by worry and the tiniest bit of fear, although she’ll try her best not to show it. She’d project her frustration onto you, even though it’s towards herself for not being able to protect you. Later, after knowing you’re going to be okay and calming down a bit, she’d soften up, and possibly make a snarky comment about how you might need a bit more training before fighting again. 

Shuri

Shuri, in the moment, would get incredibly stressed and scared when she sees you injured during a fight. She’d make getting you to safety her top priority, and once you’re somewhere away from the battle, she’d get to work tending to your wounds, using all the technology she can to heal you. After knowing you’re on the road to recovery, Shuri would try to mask her worry with humor, an attempt to make the both of you feel better through laughter. She’d lightheartedly tease you about being a clumsy fighter, and suggest you leave the fighting to her brother, although she’s partially serious. 

Valkyrie

Valkyrie knows what it’s like to lose someone she loves, and like hell is she going to go through the same thing with you. She’d go guns blazing, protectively standing in front of you as she yells at you over her shoulder stay with her, and if you dare think about dying, she’ll drag you back from the afterlife herself. When you finally get to someplace safe and she’s waiting for you to recover, she’d have to use a lot of willpower not to get drunk to get rid of her anxiety, and she’d probably chastise you about not being more careful, although you know she’s not truly angry at you.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda would do whatever she can to protect you in the midst of the battle. She’s already lost so many people, she can’t afford to lose you, too. You can visibly see the fear in her eyes as she stands over you, and her fear and nervousness only fuels her. She would use her powers, warding off anything that gets remotely close to you, before personally making sure you get someplace safe. While in recovery, she’d quietly sit by your bedside the entire time, praying that you’ll be alright. She’d cling to your hand, refusing to let go as she kisses it until you wake up.

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Bullet Wounds | Peter Parker Drabble

I feel like I’ve been neglecting my boy! so here's a small, angsty drabble.

Summary: You get shot on a mission and try to hide it from Peter.

Words: 700

“We did it, Y/N! We won”

Peter pulled off his mask and pulled you in for a tight hug, his arms wrapping firmly around your waist and you had to bite your lip to prevent the small whimper that wanted to escape and wrapped your arms around his waist to stop your legs from crumbling beneath you, all from the pain his body colliding into yours caused.

Your outstretched arms seemed to make it worse but you wanted to stay there for a little longer, enjoying the warmth he bought you.

It was only a graze, just a graze. The bullet had merely made contact with your skin before being diverted by Steve or maybe even Tony, possibly even Hulk.

“W-we did! We did it, Pete” he smiled widely, pulling away. His face only fell when he noticed the unshed tears in your lips, the blood-forming on your bottom lips and oh wow, your cheeks were flushed bright red, bright, fire truck red.

“Are you okay?” The whirling of the jets started and you gripped Peters arms, flicking him a crooked smile.

“I’m good, yeah, I’m fine” You lied straight through your teeth, making sure that your arm now covered the wound beneath your catsuit. “Go back to the jet, I need to do something and I’ll be there in a moment”

“Are you sure? You look pale and-”

“I’m fine, was a tough mission is all. I’ll be there in a few” He nodded, still unsure before turning away and running back to the jet where the rest of the team had been waiting.

When he was out of sight, you turned around, placing a hand over the gash and with shaky fingers, pulled away. Red, crimson, bloody red stained your fingertips and you had to refrain yourself from passing out when you noticed the blood spreading faster and faster until the abdomen area of your suit became sticky.

You’d become almost numb, maybe out of shock or maybe just because your pain tolerance was immensely high but you knew that if you weren’t a superhuman you would’ve been writhing around on the ashy floor by now, gripping the fallen rocks for support but you weren’t a normal human.

“It’s just a bullet wound, you’re not-, not going to die” Your breath got caught in the back of your throat as you spoke. The world spun, munted cars whirling around even when your vision became blurred. It was then that you also noticed that god the area stunk, or gore and death and whatever else was strong enough to leave a city reacking.

This was meant to be an easy mission, nothing too big yet nothing exactly small so how on Earth had you let that bullet slip you gaze? Better yet, a poisonous bullet. You could already feel the poison spreading, sinking into your veins. You saw death every day with your own two eyes but now it was you, it was you that was sinking to your knees, gripping your throat to allow even the smallest amount of oxygen pass through.

“Peter” You tried to call out his name, but it came out as a mere whisper. Your throat had gone dry, too dry in the span of thirty seconds and you lifted- or tried to lift your foot to move, to walk to them but you couldn’t. You were stuck bleeding out, heavy hallucinations as the bullet lodged its way into your abdomen, spreading its poison.

This was the last thing you wanted him to see, but you needed him to hold your hand, to tell you that it was okay even if it wasn’t going to be okay because you were clearly fucking dying. 

Unknown to you, Peter was sitting on the edge of the quinjet, legs hanging off of the side as they dangled back and forth repeatedly.

“Hey kid, where’s Y/N? We’re about ready to take off.” Tony, his mentor.

“She needed a moment, she’ll be here in a few. Can we just-, Can we just give her a few more minutes?”

“Sure thing” he took a seat next to Peter, the iron man suit probably discarded in the weapons vault section of the jet. “So, anything happened with the two of you?”

Peter blushed, his cheeks flushing an innocent shade of pink as he tangled his clammy fingers together. “Yeah I uhh, I asked her out on a date this morning. She said yes”

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[crazylittlewitch]

Loki: [gets a paper cut]

Y/N: [under their breath] God, hasn’t he suffered enough!