#avengers self insert

[ynscrazylife]

if you still do avengers reqs, what would the avengers and y/n talk about in the avengers resident groupchat? y/n!stark x peter 🙏🙏

The Avengers Groupchat Would Include . . . 

Let’s start off with who’s in this groupchat: you (obviously), Peter, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Wanda, Sam, Thor, Scott, Vision & Carol (Rocket was in the chat but he got kicked out, Ayo’s in there but she doesn’t chat much, Nebula would be there but she doesn’t get how to use a phone, Rhodey has better things to do than be in there)

Let’s be honest, Carol did not see the sense in her being there because there’s not gonna be WiFi throughout the galaxy.

“LTE, Carol!” — You, probably

Thor also didn’t really get it because there’s not WiFi on Asgard, but he’s too kind to say no

Naming the groupchat was hell. Every second, someone would change it (usually either you, Peter, or Sam) until Tony put his foot down and programmed FRIDAY to make it so no one could change it from “Avengers”

Natasha’s usually the one who sends reminders about training

Steve will send reminders about meetings 

Lots of pictures of each other are sent, mostly when they don’t know photos are being taken of them

The conversations range from someone asking what people want from the grocery store (Scott goes on grocery runs) to fierce debates over who’s the better fighter (It’s Nat, no one can beat her in sparring)

Tony will ask you and Peter if your homework is done (which you both annoyed, then Natasha yells at you)

It’s best to silence the notifications because they’re too, too much

Regular FaceTimes are a thing even though you’re usually all in the same tower

“Thor, your video cuts out when you go over Heimdall’s bridge.”

Wanda and Vision usually ask if they can double date with anyone (ends up being Scott and Hope or you and Peter)

Peter will send cute pictures of you that the Avengers ADORE. He’s tickling you? He’s recording a video. You fell asleep? He’s taking a picture.

“Peter, you’re not tickling her right. You have to get her knees.” — Tony

“DAD, STOP!”

Clint’s kids love to take his phone to chat with the Avengers

And they LOVE chatting with them

“Auntie Nat, when are you visiting!” “Soon!!”

Sam and Peter both send lots of memes

“I don’t get it.” — Steve

Bruce doesn’t talk much but you know who’s a great texter? THE HULK

Hulk is the king of keyboard smashes

“RERRRHDHDHSJSJS”

“Someone get Nat to do the lullaby.”

Hulk has smashed Bruce’s phone on multiple occasions tho

“Should I invent armor for Bruce’s phone?” — Tony

Yelena will steal Nat’s phone to troll the chat

Clint sends updates on his farm

Pepper will confiscate Tony’s phone when he needs to work so she’ll end up chatting

Everyone loves chatting to Pepper

Tony managed to get wifi on Carol’s ship so she’ll send updates from space

Thor tries to text, it doesn’t go great

When badgered by Natasha, Ayo will text

Nebula has occasionally hopped onto the group chat when Peter Q helps her

The group chat was SO ACTIVE when you and Peter went to prom

They were spamming the entire time, asking for pictures and updates and telling ya’ll not to drink

If anyone’s sitting out of a mission (usually you and Peter), they’ll text in the group chat to annoy those who are on the mission

“WE ARE DEEP UNDERCOVER SHUT THE FUCK UP” - Natasha

Getting Nat to swear in the group chat isn’t rare but it is dangerous

ALSO TEXTING STYLES

Vision, Ayo, and Steve text with perfect grammar, short and to the point (Steve has a tendency to go on tangents, though).

Tony’s style switches constantly depending on his mood

Natasha, Sam, Wanda, you, and Peter text with abbreviations and lowercase sometimes

Carol usually sends photos, not many texts. She’ll occasionally send an lol or lmao.

Scott is always cheerful. He uses lots of smiley faces.

Tony will put an ironic amount of obnoxious emojis.

Clint’s tired and his texting reflects that. As short as possible usually.

There’s always something chaotic going on

But there’s also some of the funniest moments

Typos? SAM WILL HARP ON YOU

So will Natasha

The Avengers are a family and they love each other so much, it’s definitely represented in the groupchat

[boy-of-death]

I want to thank all the girls and the gays that are obsessed with shows that ended 10 years ago and still write about it. Thank you for your service, you are my sole lifeline 🫡

[deftmeat]

‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ 彡 ‎ ‎ ‎‎ stepbrother!peter parker obsessed with you

NSFW ( mostly just a self-indulgent au )

• reposted since tumblr hid it •

w a r n i n g : contains non con and perv!peter

before tony stark had settled down with pepper potts, he had been with another woman. but after a messy divorce and an unwanted child, he decided to cut off all contact with her.

that woman was your mother. you had never met your father until she handed you off to him one day in the chilly autumn of new york.

after turning 18, she had decided to kick you out and dump you at the very front doors of stark tower.

with loose, messily packed luggage and fat tears staining your face, a man with short curly hair opened the door to you.

of course, later you learned his name was happy and tony trusted him greatly. happy also seemed to willfully obey his every order so you assumed there was a lot of trust and history between them. but you also wondered if tony ever told anyone about you.

it didn’t surprise you though, when you were brought up to tony, escorted by happy, that your father had no idea who you are. and when you explained yourself, he acted shocked you existed.

that’s how you ended up being employed by tony himself, starting out more as an errand runner or assistant to his incessant requests.

you couldn’t lie and say you enjoyed the first few months helping out around the avengers tower and catering to people who intimidated you- but after two years you had come to form closer relationships with those on the team and were more than just a nuisance.

but there was one other person you spent a lot of time with.

peter parker.

you were basically the same age as him, both the same generation and shared the exact same humour. your friendship with peter was nothing like the ones you possessed with the other, older avengers.

your texts between each other consisted of memes and spammed word vomit. peter spilled his secrets and his fears to you while you comforted him and listened. he didn’t see you any differently despite being aware of your hidden relation to his boss, respecting you enough to never bring it up.

there were times where you’d catch him staring at you for too long or you’d accidentally touch each other and he’d linger… just a little bit. you only brushed it off that he was clingy and touch starved.

alas, peter knew sometimes you would feel embarrassed of the fact you were tony’s kid especially when tony never liked to share details about himself to his coworkers. a few of them had been told too but treated you like you weren’t the daughter of one of the most narcissistic men they knew.

another reason you got along well with everyone. so much that you had been silently promoted to aiding in missions and able to train side by side with peter and the rest of the avengers.

when sparing with peter, he’d purposefully sweep your legs out from under you, only to collect your wrist in both of his hands and slam them to the mat, his thighs locked on either side of your hips and his face unnecessarily lowered to hover over yours.

you found most of your sessions under him and while it frustrated you that he beat you every single time, you couldn’t help but notice the look on peter’s face when he did trap you to the floor.

you also noticed how as soon as he got off of you, peter was quick to end the sparring match- practically running out of the gym, his pace fast and posture hunched over. maybe peter was just weird in general?

but he couldn’t help it. seeing you under him, looking vulnerable and so damn pretty like that… his cock swelled with blood and his balls ached with the need to breed you. every. single. time.

the feeling didn’t go away, even after may had died. despite the fact peter had become a mess, you were right there, picking up the pieces that used to be him and taping them back together as best as you could.

that’s when tony had made the executive decision to take peter in. he reasoned that he was already like a father figure to the poor boy, nothing would change. tony obviously had a soft spot for him.

at least, that’s what he said to convince you. and you couldn’t turn peter away when everyone he loved was no longer in his life.

so he moved into the building, took all of his belongings and clothes with him. peter put university on hold while he figured things out. you were understanding and tony- supportive. that’s when he could see the resemblance between you two. you both cared for him. and he suggested to become apart of your family.

of course tony took it the wrong way and surprised peter by adopting him, not even telling you beforehand. you were both speechless but for different reasons.

when peter stroked his leaking dick at night, giving into his fantasies of pushing your head down and dragging his red sensitive tip across your slit and deep inside your soaked walls; he could do so freely. now? now he couldn’t.

he couldn’t have you the way he wanted. peter was definitely frustrated at the new dynamic between you and him but he found it as an excuse to freely walk into your room whenever he wanted. why not? he was your step brother now.

it creeped you out at first, how he would sometimes silently slip past your doorway and make himself at home, occasionally starting up random conversations as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

eventually you got used to it. sometimes leaving your room to grab a snack or go to the bathroom. you could trust peter not to break anything. he was such a sweet and quiet guy.

and that’s when he would take his chance, going through your drawers and stealing little things of yours.

the sheer panties your best friend from high school had given you for your birthday. a photo of you in a revealing bikini from a trip to the beach when you used to live with your mom. one of the many bottles of body spray that littered your vanity. lotion that you used all the time. another pair of underwear that were less appealing but you wore all the time when you wanted to dress comfortably.

peter even started to lay on your bed on his stomach as soon as you left the room and grind his hips down, rubbing his jean clad bulge against the soft blanket you slept under. he’d stick his face down into your pillow and hump your mattress, veiny hands fisting any fabric he could grab and pulling it closer to his nose, smelling you while he thought of raw dogging your puffy pussy in your own bed.

just when he was on the verge of cumming in his pants, you’d always walk in and he’d feign innocence. pretending he wasn’t just dry humping your bed like a greedy rabbit. you were never the wiser.

you noticed certain things of yours started to go missing little by little until you barely had things to wear or use. you assumed it was the dryer eating your entire wardrobe so you complained to tony and he gave you his card to buy an entire new one.

he didn’t want you going alone though so he made peter go with you. you weren’t entirely thrilled since had he had been glued to your hip almost constantly as of recently but you went along with it, knowing that if you didn’t agree, tony wouldn’t let you go at all.

so when you get to the small shop on the busy corner, peter wouldn’t stop suggesting pieces for you to buy or even try on. you found that they were either way too revealing or borderline inappropriate for him to request. but he wouldn’t stop insisting, going as far as to shove a whole armful of things into you and pushing you to the changing room very eagerly.

“i’m just trying to help.” he told you before closing the door behind you once you fully stepped inside. it didn’t help that every two minutes he’d knock and ask if you had finished, that he wanted to see what they looked like on you.

you obliged, feeling a bit uncomfortable. you were exposed- not to mention in front of peter. your step brother.

you left the small room in the first thing he had shown you, a size too small t-shirt and extremely tiny booty shorts. but peter seemed to hype you up, smiling enthusiastically. his eyes held a glossed over look while his gaze slowly went down your body, taking in how your skin would stick out and show where it probably shouldn’t be.

“okay turn around.” he spoke abruptly, making your face twist into one of uncertainty. he shook his head and merely spoke down to you like you were playing dumb; “come on, i just wanna see what the back looks like.”

huffing out a sigh, you reluctantly shifted your weight and spun to show your backside.

when you did though- you swore you heard a camera clicking but when you whipped your head around to catch whoever had taken your picture without consent.. no one was there.

“peter..?” you meekly stared around, looking for the boy but he had disappeared as if in thin air. the only other people you saw were two employees reorganizing hangers across the wall.

your stomach twisted and you shrunk back into the changing room, not bothering to try the other pieces on and put your own clothes back on, feeling anxious that someone was watching you.

as soon as you went to open the door, peter was standing right in front of the entrance- making you jump and drop the large pile of things you were holding.

“woah, sis. calm down. it’s just me.” he laughed it off, giving you that boyish smile, peter’s eyes never leaving yours. you felt your face flush and apologized- pushing past him to put the exposing clothes back on the racks where he had gotten them from.

ever since then, you felt violated. you avoided peter. you started to ask FRIDAY to lock your door with an access code. you weren’t entirely sure it had been him but he was starting to freak you out even after that day.

you’d wake up multiple nights in a row, in a cold sweat, absolutely sure you could feel someone else had been inside your room besides yourself.

you’d place your hoodie down on the couch to grab a drink, coming back to find it gone.

peter would stay up for two hours after you went to bed, wanting to be certain you had fallen asleep before typing in the access code to your room- watching you put it in while he stuck to the ceiling one day.

he’d quietly shuffle in and see your phone beside your pillow and your face scrunched up while you dreamt. he’d whisper your name just to double check then crept over to your bed, hovering down to stare.

the next thing he knew, he was fucking hard- just by looking at you. that’s what you did to him and you didn’t even know it. his step sister always teasing him, purposefully taunting him with something that was forbidden for peter.

but he bottled up his frustration, struggling to push down his jeans as silently as possible. the slight sound of denim rubbing against itself was drowned out as his pants clung just below his knees. he hadn’t worn a belt for this very reason. wanted easy access while keeping you unaware of his presence.

peter bit his lip when his warm palm finally made contact with his cock, the angry tip already leaking and spilling down to weave through his fingers. “mmshit..” he choked out, careful not to be too loud when he started to stroke himself. his eyes were locked onto your sleeping face, his tongue darting out to drag across his bottom lip with desire. desire for you.

since he couldn’t have you, this was the best he could do, flicking his wrist to increase the speed that his hand jerked his dick, his cheeks wearing a dark flush the faster he went.

“yeah.. wanna breed my lil’sis.. make you mine, baby..” peter muttered, leaning forward so that his cock was right beside the pillow, the back of his hand almost ghosting your nose every time he moved up the entirety of his throbbing length.

he had only touched himself above you one other time but every single night since he saw how your ass looked in those small shorts- he couldn’t help but visit you while you were unconscious, whispering about how badly he wanted to feel your pretty cunt wrapped around his dick, about how good he bets you taste. but he was growing restless, as he confided in your passed out form- he needed more.

which lead to two nights ago. peter couldn’t help but jack off while sitting at the chair in front of your desk in the corner, listening to your soft breaths, one your previously used panties stuffed into his mouth to keep himself quiet - forcing peter to spurt cum all over his hand and bare thighs.

tonight was no different but he was feeling bolder, the aggressive animalistic demand his mind screamed at him to paint your face and mark you as his. to see how hot you looked while his warm sticky seed dripped down your lips and chin and onto your sheets, ruining them. ruining you.

a low groan rumbled in his chest when you shifted, your face now just under his slapping balls. peter almost came at the sight of your unconscious submission, your eyes fluttering and your lips just barely parted. ready to swallow the load he could feel about to explode from his swollen cock head.

his other hand not gripping his dick, shot out to claw at your head board to steady himself from falling on top of you, his body tingling with pure heat. he could barely stand, his knees buckling and the strong muscles in his pale thighs rippling with the effort to maintain his stance.

he was sure he could last another few minutes but when you moved your arms under your blanket, the sudden action pulled it down, revealing the loose tank top you had chosen to wear to bed.

peter’s eyes flitted down to your tits, and upon noticing you hadn’t worn a bra, your nipples stiff and pressing into the fabric- he let out a loud moan, massive ropes of white cum pouring out of his cock.

a few spurts hit your bare collarbones, your chest, the soft blanket draped over you and of course your pretty face. he watched as the thick goo caught on the tip of your nose and bottom lip- gravity causing it to run inside your mouth and down your cheeks onto the pillow.

“fuuuck.” peter cursed at the sight of his cum soaked step sister, all laid out for him.

when you felt something hot splatter your skin you flinched. it had made you stir. blinking your messy eyelids, trying to get whatever it was out of your eyes- you were fully awakened when you heard that familiar click of a camera.

rising your hand up to drag your numb fingers across your face, whatever was on it stuck to your digits and webbed between them. then you noticed it was also in your mouth so you leaned forward and let it drizzle out past your lips and land on your sheets. then you saw movement in the darkness and your unfocused gaze lifted to just barely be able to make out what it was. or who it was.

your body ran cold- you were first met with a cock that was still strikingly hard, leaking and pointing right at you, followed by hair framing the base of the shaft, accompanied by a small trail of the same hair up to below his bellybutton.. peter’s face above it all.

he lowered his phone with clouded eyes, panting heavily and cheeks flushed. his eyes on you.

“…pete?”

[szynkaaa]

Mandatory relationship graph to get to know my ship(s) better. And yes, two graphs because I see DO and SWK as two different person and the dynamics would differ too.

Some thoughts

I have SWK listed up taller than DO - in my AU, the DO starts out being 160cm tall and then grows with each artifact he collects. It's also why in some of my art you can see DO being taller than Oz, or the same height as her.

By the time the journey comes to an end, Oz's hair has grown longer. She's still undecided about cutting it or not.

I don't think the DO has a high horny level, I think he is faaaar too focused on completing his quest of obtaining all the artifacts. But he does get flustered very easily when Oz sometimes grabs his hand or clings on to him cause something scared her, or when she compliments him.

DO does very easily get jealous though, he is a wee bit possessive. He does't like seeing other people or yaoguai get close to her, it makes him want to just wrap his arms around her and not let her go while glaring thousand daggers at the other person. He was not happy when Oz jokingly asked if the Yin Tiger is married and if not he would marry her.

DO and Oz switches between big and small spoon, although I think the taller DO grows the more he prefers to be the big spoon. SWK is the big spoon no questions asked ("You're such a koala sheesh." "I do not know what this koala you speak of is.")

With DO, Oz had lot's of different names to call him, mostly just to get his attention. "oi, you. Monkie. Kiwi. Peach. Luffy (kudos if you get the reference)".

With Su Wukong, it's mostly him that has the endearing nicknames for her, stuff like 樱花 (Yīnghuā, cherryblossom bc of her hair color), 心肝宝贝(heart and liver treasure), darling, princess, my queen.

I don't see Oz having a lot of nicknames for SWK though, she'll most likely refer to him with Wukong. If she is calling him The Great Sage, Your Highness, Your Majesty, she is being sarcastic.

There is no confession between DO and Oz, I think both are being far too busy trying to survive, with one trying to get all the artifacts and the other trying to go home. But there is no doubt that they care for each other and have become good friends.

SWK confesses first. My HC is that after the whole journey to the west + buddhahood + leaving buddhahood + gamble and plan his death + the experience and memories he gaines as DO traveling with Oz made him a lot more mature and appreciate the things he has in his long (immortal) life. And that includes Oz. Of course he still maintains a mischievious streak. He knows what he wants and he wants to be with her. He also knows that she has other shit to deal with, like the Celestial Court trying to put a leash on her now (because family history) and that she is still looking for a way back home, so he tell her how he feels, but that he understands she has other priorities at the moment, aaaand that he will continue to support her and be her friend, but also that he will wait for her because what is another 500 years of waiting ("yeah i don't think I'm gonna live that long.")

also also, SWK is definitely the hornier one. But he doesn't get jealous or possesive like DO does. He is very secure in himself and he trusts his partner. Ofc if someone is being pushy and makes Oz uncomfortable he will step in ASAP

I've also marked DO as having no relationship experience because I don't see him as having any, i feel like all his life he was preparing for this quest. But since he gets SWK memories after he finishes the quest, I do think that makes him having some experience? Especially since the game mentiones SWK and White Bone Demon were a thing, and he was im trever able to let her go and it was one of the reasons he left buddhahood. Idk about you but I do think that indicates a deep bond they had.

aaaaand that's it. Here is the empty template for those who also want to do it:

[msmk11]

Never Ever

Tony Stark x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: Fluff; mentions of lunch?; Tony Stark being a gentleman 😅

Summary: Your new boss never ever does one-on-ones

Day 28 of mk’s mad dash

You’re finally starting to feel your first-day-nerves settle, and it’s a relief. After getting some one-on-one time this morning with Natasha, your boss’ previous assistant, the job doesn’t seem all that bad.

Though first-day nerves are normal, you suppose they’ve been exacerbated by the fact that you would be working for Avenger and billionaire Tony Stark. Natasha has assured you that despite his powers and influence, he’s really all bark and no bite, and that you’ll have no problem “handling him.”

Still, it’s hard to know if you 100% believe her, seeing as you’ve yet to actually meet your boss.

Regardless, Natasha has just left you to go to some Avengers meeting, so you feel relieved to know that you probably have a solid hour before you finally, hopefully (or not hopefully) meet Mr. Stark.

You decide that your first order of business is to decorate your desk with a few keepsakes from home and pictures of your friends and family.

Right in between your two monitors you set your little rubber ducks- one pink and one yellow. You neatly set out your dark blue coffee mug in the right corner and a picture frame of your cat in the other.

The last things to go up are your pictures. With a handful of thumb tacks, you stick them on the cork board walls surrounding your desk. A couple of the pictures you put up are you with your family- all of you bearing happy smiles on vacation or a holiday. Others are with your friends- your roommates from college, your old high school coworker, and your childhood best friend, Thomas.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

As you adjust the picture of you and Thomas you smirk. It’s a question you’ve both gotten many times, and the answer is always “No. that’s my best friend Tho-“

You look up from the picture and stop mid-sentence, eyes widening as you realize that you’re talking so very casually to none other than your boss.

“Oh! Uhm, Mr. Stark! Hi!” You stutter, introducing yourself, “I’m your new assistant.”

You cringe, “though I’m sure you figured that much out yourself.”

Your boss scans you seriously and then breaks out a smirk, “Please, loosen up around me- I’m just your average playboy, billionaire, superhero. And call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father’s name.”

An exasperated chuckle escapes you and you nod, “right, okay. Sorry, Tony. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The brunette motions for you to follow him and you oblige.

“You as well. You know, Natasha spoke very highly of you after your interview, so I’ve been very curious to meet the one who impressed the Black Widow.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks against your will, and you’re glad Tony is looking forward as he walks and not at you.

“I guess I’ll have to thank her for the glowing recommendation.”

You arrive outside what you assume is Tony’s office- given its size and grandeur.

Tony confirms your suspicions a second later. He opens the door and gestures for you to go in first.

You let out a meek thank you and scurry in, moving off to the side so he can follow. His office is impressive to say the least. It’s spacious and really, really fancy. His desk is made of the sleekest dark wood with two high-tech computers adorning its surface. Tony has the most wonderful view too- a huge window looking out onto the rooftops of New York’s most beautiful skyscrapers.

An “oh wow,” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

Your boss lets out a chuckle at your awe and nods for you to go look. You make your way over to the window and lean your hands against the windowsill.

“I already knew I loved New York. But this. I mean, wow.”

Tony joins you, standing at your side, “it is quite a view.”

The awe in his voice is obvious and you glance over at him. But he’s not looking at the city. He’s already looking at you.

“Yeah, it is,” you say, trailing off.

Your boss holds your gaze for a second before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Anyways, I just wanted to get you acquainted with where my office is and get to know you a little. I’m assuming Natasha explained all your tasks to you?”

You nod, “Yes, she did. But…sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, don’t you have an Avengers meeting right now?”

Tony looks down at his watch and curses, “Steve is going to kill me.”

Then he looks up at you with a smirk, “Already doing pretty damn good at your job though.”

He heads towards his office door but hesitates when he grabs the handle, “I stand by what I said, by the way. I do want to get to know you. Lunch is on me today, at noon. You can meet me out in the lobby.”

Once you nod affirmatively at him, Tony opens the door and leaves, another muttered curse reaching your ears as you follow him out.

You’ve just finished the last of your paperwork before lunch when Natasha sidles up to your desk.

“Hey hot stuff,” she teases.

You give her a weird look, “Heyyyy Natasha?”

“So, a little birdie told me that Tony’s taking you out to lunch.”

Excitement overtakes your confusion, “oh yeah! He is! I actually need to be down in the lobby in five minutes.”

Natasha smiles at you like she knows something you don’t.

“What?!”

“Is this Tony’s new assistant?” a voice adds.

It’s a man- Hawkeye, you think.

He extends his hand with a smirk, “My name’s Clint, nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand firmly, but your eyes don’t leave the redhead’s face.

“Pleasure, really. But what’s going on, Natasha?”

“Tony’s taking you to lunch,” she huffs.

“Yeah? And? It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal,” a third voice adds.

This one, you know for sure.

Pepper Potts.

“It’s just lunch,” you sigh, exasperatedly.

“Stark doesn’t do ‘just lunch’,” Clint tells you matter-of-factly, “never ever.”

“Not when I was his assistant,” Natasha states.

“Or when I was before Natasha,” Pepper adds.

“Tony does company lunches sure, but never ever one-on-one,” Clint finishes.

Your stomach flips nervously in your stomach.

“So then why me? Why how?”

The redhead looks at you with that smirk of hers again, “who’s to know?”

She looks at her watch, “and I believe you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

You jump up from your chair, cursing.

“We’ll talk later.”

You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you walk to the elevator.

For as tall as the building is, the ride down in the elevator is fast. When you emerge into the lobby, you’re relieved to find that you beat Tony downstairs.

Only by a few seconds though, it seems, because he emerges from another elevator only moments later.

He spots you instantly and gives you the smile you always see him use on the news.

When he approaches you, he brushes your arm gently, guiding the both of you to where his car is stowed away- A car that is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen, nicer even than your own home.

Like a gentleman, your boss grabs your door before you can and opens it for you. He extends his other hand to help you into the low-riding car and you willingly accept. When your palms touch, a spark shoots up your arm and you just barely withhold a shiver.

Then, the door shuts resoundly.

*****

You don’t bother reaching for your door handle, because you know you’ll only be stopped before you even get the chance.

Tony is around to the passenger side door so fast you wonder if he hopped out while the car was still rolling.

The brunette holds out his hand to help you out of the car and sparks run through your body at his touch, even after all this time.

Once he’s shut the door behind you, his hand moves from yours to wrap around your waist and rest lovingly on your hip.

“Why thank you, Mr. Stark,” you tease, “quite the gentleman.”

Tony presses a searing kiss to your lips that sends your stomach up in butterflies.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Stark.”

[loki-cees-all]

This came to me in a fever-dream and I couldn't get it out of my head.

[darkredsugarcookie]

The Tower - Bucky Barnes x Stark's Daughter

Author note: hey hunny bunnies okay so this is also going up on wattpad and it will be more cohesive there, but this is the official start to The Tower, the original fic that The Pressure of His Lips is from. Most of this is proofread by @averyjoyysworld (love you sunshine) but feel free to let me know if I missed anything!

Summary:

Money, Sex, Power. Love that's not supposed to be.

Cassandra Stark is a twenty year old up and coming model in Manhattan, New York. She's used to the spotlight- She's been in it her whole life, alongside her best friend.

Cass is the party heiress that intimidates a room just by walking in. She doesn't bond, doesn't care, doesn't love.

Until one thing leads to another and suddenly her best friend's uncle, her father's enemy, the only man she should absolutely not want is the one pulling her in. And Cassandra is left to discover that being loved right can set a lot of things straight.

Or not.

Warnings (not specifically for this part, but in general): alcohol use, mentions of past SA, violence, descriptions of wounds and blood, explicit language, unplanned pregnancy (not upon the main character), drug use, descriptions of nightmares, hints at EDs, eventual smut

Prologue

The sun cast right into my eyes, a stark reminder that I had forgotten to close the curtains the night before. It was a patch of warmth on the mound of blankets on my queen sized bed, the floor to ceiling windows always too pretty to be perfect.

My head was aching with the thrum of a hangover, my body moving like mud through the mess of deep purple and black blankets. “Jarvis, shut the blinds,” I muttered, pushing my bangs back from my face. 

I had every intention of going back to sleep when I heard “September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire start playing from the main room. 

Damn it, Peter.

My bedroom door swung open, the weight of my best friend dropping onto my mattress as she pulled the blankets from my face. “Avery?” I groaned, shoving her away. 

“I was gone for a week and this is how you react?” she said. 

I immediately sat up and pulled her into a hug. “Do not ever leave me here with these crazy people ever again,” I replied. “I almost went insane.”

“I’m sure you were fine,” she assured. “Big day.”

“What do you mean?” I said as I shoved off the blankets, retrieving a pair of sweats from the floor. My eyes hurt a little from falling asleep in my makeup. “Jarvis, open the blinds. Sorry, buddy.”

I snagged the makeup wipes from my vanity to try and get most of the makeup off as I took the iced coffee she offered me. “My uncle is moving in today, remember?”

Groaning, I rubbed my eyes. “Damn it. I forgot about that.” 

Despite the fact I practically knew him as well as I knew everyone else. Avery talked about him constantly— he bordered on being a better father than her own and she was ecstatic that he was finally coming back from the recovery program in Wakanda. 

I knew all the same things everyone else did. I knew his past, all the reasons my dad wasn’t a fan of him being here. It’d been a back and forth fight for months before he finally agreed.

“This will certainly be interesting,” I said as I walked into my bathroom to clean up. Avery followed, parking herself on the closed toilet seat. 

“You’ve met him before,” she said as I splashed warm water over my face. 

“Yeah, like two years ago,” I replied. “And for five minutes.” 

“But he was nice.”

���I thought he was hot. We didn’t speak enough for me to figure out if he’s nice or not.”

Avery rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You guys will get along fine. He’s nothing like my dad.”

“Thank God.”

Steve Rogers was the bane of my existence. From his insistent need to demean and belittle my best friend to his constant pity party since his wife left almost ten years ago, I couldn't stand him. Natasha always told me that’s what made me most like my dad. 

“I promise not to be too mean,” I said as I dug my skincare from the cabinet. “Besides, we were like, what, eighteen the last time we saw him? When he was in town for a few days?” 

“You were eighteen,” she corrected. “I was sixteen.” Avery shoved her blonde curls back from her face. “It’ll be a good change of pace.”

“We’ll see.”

“What are you doing today?” she asked as she scrolled through her phone.

“I have a photoshoot in two hours. Wanna come?” 

  “Oh my god, yes,” she replied. “Can we get Taco Bell after?” 

“After,” I responded. “But yes. Go get ready.” 

She shot up from her seat and kissed my cheek before rushing out of the room.  I really needed to get started on planning her birthday.

By the time we got back to the tower, the sun was setting over the city and the way they’d curled my hair today was starting to bother me. Avery was at my side, helping shove the door open as my hands were full of iced coffee, my Vogue copy from the mail, my purse, and my bag of clothes. “No, please!” I begged. “I won’t keep you out forever, I just really want to go. Just a few hours!” 

“No,” Avery laughed as we walked into the foyer. “Not happening. I have an essay due tonight.”

“You’re dropping out anyway,” I said, to which she violently shushed me. I stopped and stared at her. “You haven’t told him yet.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Avery.”

“I’ll do it, okay?” She set her bag on the counter and turned back to me. 

“You really need to—” 

But she saw something over my shoulder and shoved past me, leaving me to follow her with my eyes in confusion. 

I set down my things, blowing out a breath as I saw her run right into his arms. 

Or… maybe? No, there’s no way that’s him. 

“Cassandra, there you are,” Dad said, waving me over. “Come be polite.” “I’m your daughter, manners aren’t exactly my thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s—”

“It’s fine, Stark,” Bucky said, giving his niece another squeeze around the shoulders. “I remember her. Cassandra, right?”

I nodded, but I was a little focused on the fact that he was significantly… bigger than when I last saw him. His hair was a little longer, reaching past his chin, but those blue eyes hadn’t changed. “Cass,” I corrected. “I only get called Cassandra when I’m in trouble.”

A small smile pulled at his lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You’ll be upstairs,” Dad said. “Steve’s room is up there too. Spoiled bastard.”

Avery snorted. “He prefers the ‘space,’” she said, rolling her eyes. 

“Go easy on your old man, bug,” Bucky said, nudging her shoulder. 

A small laugh escaped me at the irony of that statement. When he looked up at me, a quizzical look on his face, I just said, “You’ll see. I’m going out.”

“Cass—” Avery started. 

“Offer is still open, sunshine,” I said as I backed away. I shoved my wine red hair from my face, turning around to grab my things. I glanced back at the man standing in the middle of everyone. If I could… 

No. Pull it together. “It’s good to have a new face around here,” I said. 

His eyes glanced over me before he nodded. “Thanks.” 

By the time I got to my car, my phone chimed with a text from Avery. 

Avery <3: I love you, but I know that look. 

Me: What look?

Avery <3: Your “I’m gonna eat him alive” look.

Me: I am not. Too much risk for an unlikely reward.

Me: You coming or not?

Avery <3: omw

[mintyys-blog]

NEEDLES AND NUMBNESS— avengers x reader

WARNINGS: self harm (in the form of piercings and tattoos), denial.

You always had an excuse.

“It’s just for aesthetics,” you’d say when someone questioned the fresh silver glint on your ear, your nose, or even your eyebrow.

“It’s a hobby,” you’d insist when Natasha caught you in the common room, disinfecting a sewing needle with a lighter.

“It makes me feel better,” you whispered once, but only to yourself.

And at first, it was just aesthetics. You liked how piercings looked, how they made you feel like you had control over your own body. But then, somewhere along the way, it became something else. A sharper kind of control. A more dangerous kind of release.

The moment the needle pressed against your skin, there was a pause—a deep breath—before the sharp sting sliced through the numbness you’d been drowning in. The pain reminded you that you were real. That you were here.

At first, the team didn’t notice. After all, you were an adult. If you wanted to poke holes in your body, that was your choice. But then the piercings became too frequent. Too reckless.

You stopped waiting for them to heal properly before making new ones. Your skin was always irritated, raw, and sometimes bruised in places you couldn’t explain away.

Bucky noticed first.

“You ever heard of a piercing gun, doll?” He had tried to joke one evening, nodding toward the butterfly earrings you had forced through your own cartilage. The skin around them was red, swollen. It had to hurt. “Well, actually piercing guns do more damage then a regular needle.. besides,”

You shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He frowned. He’d seen habits like this before—in people who needed pain more than they cared for decoration. But he didn’t push. Not yet.

Then Natasha started keeping an eye on you. She wasn’t as subtle. When she found a half-used piercing needle on the bathroom sink, she didn’t hide her concern.

“You’re not sterilizing them right,” she said, holding it up like evidence. “This could get infected.”

“It won’t,” you replied automatically. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You sure about that?” Her voice was quiet, sharp.

You turned away.

Then there was Peter. Sweet, observant Peter, who always noticed when something was off even if he didn’t understand why.

“Hey, um…” he rubbed the back of his neck one day, shifting on his feet. “Are you, like… okay?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

His eyes flickered to your hands. You were rolling a fresh piercing needle between your fingers, like a nervous tic.

“You just…” He hesitated. “You’ve been doing a lot of these lately.”

“So?”

“So… it’s just… it kinda seems like you’re hurting yourself.” He bit his lip, clearly afraid of overstepping. “I mean, not that piercings are bad! But like… I dunno, Tony says you barely let them heal before you do another. And Nat said some of them got infected. And I just—” He exhaled. “Are you okay?”

You laughed. A forced, brittle sound. “Obviously.”

But you weren’t.

And they knew it.

A few days later, you strolled into the common room, a smug grin on your face. The team was scattered across the space—Natasha and Bucky on the couch, Tony nursing a drink, Peter scrolling on his phone, and Steve watching the news with a furrowed brow.

“Check this out,” you announced, lifting the hem of your shirt just enough to reveal your new belly button piercing. A small, silver barbell glinted under the light, the skin around it still slightly red.

Peter blinked. “Wait, another one?”

You grinned. “Oh, that’s not all.”

Turning around, you tugged your shirt up further, exposing the small, symmetrical dermal piercings on your lower back. Tiny gems sat embedded in your skin, catching the light just right. “They’ll take a while to heal but aren’t they pretty?”

Natasha’s expression darkened instantly. “Y/N.”

“What?” You feigned innocence, letting your shirt drop. “I went to a professional this time. Happy?”

“You paid someone to stab you instead of doing it yourself,” Tony said dryly. “Huge improvement.”

Steve sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y/N, we just had this conversation.”

“It’s different now,” you argued. “I’m not doing them at home anymore. It’s just body modding—nothing wrong with that.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “But why so many, so fast?”

You hesitated.

“You really want an answer?” You scoffed. “Because I like it. Because it makes me feel good. Because for five minutes, I actually feel something.”

The room fell silent.

Peter looked away. Natasha exhaled through her nose, clearly trying to hold back whatever she really wanted to say.

Bucky, though, just watched you, his jaw tight.

“Y/N,” he said carefully, “that’s not as different as you think.”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah? Well, it’s my body.”

“And we’re your family,” Natasha shot back, standing up. “And we’re worried.”

You swallowed hard.

You didn’t want to hear this.

Didn’t want them to be right.

Didn’t want to stop.

So you forced a smile. “Relax, guys. I’m done now.”

A lie.

A perfect, believable, practiced lie.

You turned on your heel before anyone could argue, ignoring the way Bucky and Natasha exchanged glances behind you.

Stopping was easy.

For a while.

Days passed, then weeks, and you didn’t touch a piercing needle. The team watched you closely, but they seemed satisfied with your promise.

But the itch remained. That deep, hollow ache for something.

And then, one day, as you walked past a tattoo parlor, it hit you.

You stepped inside without thinking. The buzzing of the machines filled your ears, and your fingers twitched at the sound.

“You got an appointment?” the artist asked.

You hesitated.

“No,” you admitted. “But I need one.”

The first tattoo was small. Just a little design on your wrist. The pain was different from piercing—deeper, slower. But it worked. It grounded you.

Then came another. And another.

Soon, the team started noticing again.

“That’s new,” Natasha said one evening, nodding toward the fresh ink on your arm.

You shrugged. “Tattoos are cool.”

She frowned but didn’t press.

Bucky, though? He wasn’t so easily fooled.

“This isn’t about the tattoos, is it?” he asked one night, catching you as you traced a fresh design, skin still swollen and raw.

You looked away.

“It’s just a hobby,” you said.

His jaw tightened. “That’s what you said about the piercings.”

You forced a smile. “At least this one’s permanent.”

His expression darkened, but you walked away before he could say more.

Because this wasn’t self-harm.

It wasn’t.

It was just another hobby.

Right?

…Right?

Piercings and tattoos are a form of self-expression, but when done excessively, recklessly, or for the pain rather than the art, they can become self-harm. If someone is piercing themselves unsafely, ignoring aftercare, or compulsively getting modifications for the sensation rather than the aesthetic, it may be a sign of a deeper struggle.

Body modifications can be addictive—the sting of the needle, the rush of adrenaline, and the sense of control can create a cycle that’s hard to break. If you’re seeking pain more than the art, feeling restless without new modifications, or using them to cope with emotional distress, it might be time to reassess.

Loving tattoos and piercings is okay, but they should be about self-expression, not self-destruction. If you’re struggling, know that you’re not alone, and there are healthier ways to cope. Seeking help doesn’t mean giving up body mods—it means making sure they truly serve you, not harm you.

[radiobunnxx]

Guys I'm back on my bullshit

[firedrakegirl]

It all started with a bucket of green glitter. Loki was new to the tower, and I had heard of his mischief. So I walked into the library where he was reading and upended my bucket of glitter over his head. I watched as he froze up, shoulders raising to his ears as the glitter first hit, then slowly turned to look at me. It was a good thing looks couldn’t kill. I just stood there, grinning widely at him. “I thought you needed a proper welcome, oh god of mischief.” 

“You think this is funny, mortal?” 

“No.” My grin widened. “I think it’s hilarious.” 

That made his angry expression crack and then he was cackling. “You did get me. Well done.”

“I look forward to your rebuttal.” I winked and skipped out of the library, swinging the bucket cheerfully. 

Two days later, Tony sat in my usual place at the table since I was sitting on Steve’s lap. “Listen capsicle-“

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the bucket of goop that upended over him out of nowhere. I had to clap a hand over my mouth to stop the bark of laughter but Loki’s expression when he walked in and saw who’d triggered the trap made the laugh burst through. 

“You! You set me up!” Loki scowled. 

I just laughed and shook my head, clinging to Steve to keep my balance. “I said that’s usually my chair!” I gasped out. 

I could see the tells on Steve’s face that he was trying not to laugh as he gave the “Captain America is disappointed in you” look to Loki. Unfortunately, this made me just laugh harder, seeing the god nearly flinch at the force of the look. 

“You’ve started something you’re not ready for, reindeer games.” Tony threatened. 

“Bring it on, tin man.”

“Wait, you’ve seen The Wizard of Oz?”

“I may be a god, but I am not uncultured.” Loki smirked, then made eye contact with me. “I will get you back.”

“You mean you’ll try.” I winked at him. 

Tony snorted. “And I will be gunning for you too.” 

The next week was full of chaos as each Avenger got pulled into the prank war. I helped Steve set up more than a few pranks of his own, which he managed to dump the blame for on the others. He got Clint blamed for the stink bomb in the vents, and Loki took the fall for all of Natasha’s clothes being a garish green. I managed to get Loki again with glitter, but he turned it into a prank on Thor by pulling him into a hug and only then revealing that he was coated in sparkles. Thor retaliated by replacing all of the tea with Poptarts. The mood in the Tower was both wary and exuberant. Even Dum-E and Butterfingers got in on the pranks.... after I gave them some glitter. JARVIS even had a “malfunction” where one of Tony’s suits came out looking like the 4th of July puked on it. For three whole days, Man With a Plan followed Steve everywhere. Of course, his response was to do the old song and dance. Steve gave me another sword in front of the entire crew, which caused me to get tackled by the entire team because I wasn’t trusted to have sharp pointy things. I’m pretty sure JARVIS that was the reason “They’re Coming to Take Me Away HAHA” followed me through every room in the tower. Unfortunately for him, I loved the song and danced the day away. There was a teddy bear version of Pepper in her office and her things on a small desk to the side, with assistant back on it. Clint and I told everyone there was a mandatory celebration, but it was only because we’d seen a baby squirrel, and didn’t even have pictures. Loki had done something so that every time I spoke to someone, subtitles in other languages popped up. The Tower had never been more chaotic, but we’d also never been so close. Alliances were made and broken constantly. We all had an absolute blast.

It all came to a head when Nick Fury came into the tower, furious and looking like he was ready to commit murder, and triggered a prank I had set up to get Steve. Drunk Space Pirates was already blasting from his pockets and the speakers in the room. The prank I had set up dumped industrial glue over his head, then hot pink glitter.

Everyone there went silent. Fury was silent. I hid behind Loki. Every single one of us flinched at the force of his glare. The room was silent except for the tsssssss of falling glitter.

“This motherfuckin’ prank war ends now.” There was no room for argument in his tone. Somehow he almost looked dignified as he stormed off, or would have if it wasn’t for the glitter shedding off of him.

[quillsandcauldroncakes]

I Found You (Bucky Barnes X Rogers!Reader)

Words: 4.1k

Warnings/Themes: Angst! Character death, abduction, torture, human experimentation, allusions to PTSD, depression, thoughts of wanting to be unalived

Characters/Pairings: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter (Mentioned), Howling Commandos (Mentioned)

misspygmypie asked:

Hello 🥰 I saw your request post and figured I'd send something in. I've had this idea for years, and it would be fun to read it!

You know when Steve finds and rescues Bucky at Hydra in the first movie? What if it's reader who they're rescuing and Hydra did some experiments on. Maybe she's Steves sister and they wanted to get to him through her and obviously Bucky has a thing for her lol 🥰

A/N: Sincerest apologies for taking so long to get this up. I've been taking on extra duties at work since my partner got fired and things have been super crazy since it's end of quarter. it also hasn't been the best for my mental health, so writing had been a struggle. probably why this ended up being so dang angsty. Sorry. Adulting seriously sucks. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Rain pattered gently on the canvas walls of the medical tent, while boots splashed noisily in the mud it created. Outside of the tent, she could hear the daily drills going on, soldiers training, and officers shouting commands. Her own fellow nurses milled about the tent, tending to wounded soldiers or doing other daily chores. It was a quiet day for the 107th Infantry Regiment.

“Alright, Private Richards, try not to go sticking your hand into random holes again. I doubt the next rabbit will be so kind.” Nimble fingers began tidying up the bloodied cotton balls and gauze used to clean and wrap the boy’s hand. 18 years old, you would think he’d know better than to stick his hand in holes in the ground.

“Yes, First Lieutenant, ma’am…” The boy grabbed his jacket and sulked out of the med tent. She laughed to herself as she watched him go. Knowing him, he’d be back soon enough. Not unlike his Sergeant, who wandered in a few moments later, a lazy smirk on his lips.

James Buchanan Barnes. Or as she’s known for most of her life, Bucky. The charming Sergeant was her older brother’s best friend, having been around since she was small. They were all thick as thieves, hardly seen without one of the others.

It may or may not have been a blessing to constantly have Bucky around. He was kind, funny, and took good care of her and her brother. However, other boys and men didn’t seem too eager to get to know her with him hanging at her shoulder. It’s even worse now with Steve being triple the size he was a year ago.

Occasionally, a brave soul will strike up the nerve to enter the medical tent and ask her out to the nearest town for a drink and a dance. But Bucky had uncanny timing. He always popped up just as she was about to answer.

“Now, a pretty face like that shouldn’t look so angry.” A voice sounded in her ear. A startled gasp escaped her and her hands fumbled the tools she had been organizing. Bucky caught a pair of forceps before they could hit the floor.

“James! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She admonished him with a firm smack on the shoulder. He chuckled and rubbed the sore spot.

“Ow, careful there, doll. Gonna take my arm off with that strength.”

“Oh please, it’ll take a lot more than that to get rid of you.” She spun out of his reach when he tried to grab her arm. A small smile graced her lips as she made a final spin to face him. “Did you need something, Bucky?”

“What, I can’t come see my best girl just because I want to?

 “I know your troop is supposed to be running the course right now, so no you can’t just come see me because you want to,” she said while gesturing for him to sit on the cot in the corner or her station. “Now, what mess did you get yourself into to be sent here?”

“You know me so well, Darlin’,” he whispered wistfully, smiling up at her with those big blues. He wore a dopey smile as he presented his cut left hand. She pursed her lips and tried to fight the blush rising to her cheeks. Damn him.

Stepping closer, she took his calloused hand into her softer one and observed the cut. It wasn’t too deep but still needed to be cleaned and dressed.

“What happened?” She remained in between his legs as she prepped some alcohol and gauze. His right hand toyed with the fabric of her skirt. With a narrowed look, she smacked the back of it.

“Just a climbing exercise; a nail was sticking out of the wall and caught my hand.” His voice was hushed as she worked. She hummed and began cleaning the wound. He hissed and jerked his hand back. With eyes rolling, the nurse grabbed his hand more firmly.

“You big baby.”

“Your big baby.” She smacked his arm again.

<><>

Gunshots fired all around her, men shouting and screaming. Some in pain, some as a battle cry. But all she could think about was how gentle Bucky’s hands had been in hers. And how much she wished it was his hands on her right now.

But larger, rougher hands now tore at her. Pushing and pulling. She screamed from behind her gag and her hands strained against the restraints. Black boots kicked out at her captors as she fought like a feral cat. She twisted this way and that, anything to loosen their grip on her. But against four burly men, she didn’t stand a chance.

She guessed they had gotten tired of her struggling because a blunt weapon struck the back of her head and she fell limp to the ground.

It was cold. Colder than she had ever been. The air was damp, making the ache in her lungs worse. Blurry eyes peeled open. The room she sat in was dark, only a green-tinted light on the other side of the room illuminated the space. Its murky light cast deep shadows around the room that seemed to move. Her head lolled to the side as one shadow moved closer.

Ah, not shadows. Men. Hydra.

“Good evening, Miss Rogers.” His voice was heavily accented and polite. Nothing like what you’d imagine a torturer or murderer to sound like. “I am honored to have Captain America’s sister as my guest.”

She groaned. The gag was no longer wrapped around her mouth, but her tongue felt like lead. Thoughts struggled to focus and grasp what this man was saying.

“Such a shame, a First Lieutenant, Chief Nurse, so much promise in your future. But because of your brother, you’ll never get to meet that future. We have another one much better suited for you.”

His words floated through her mind but didn’t stick. She was a nurse… She helps people. Why was she here? There were soldiers at camp that needed her. Bucky needed her…

“..ucky…” She slurred, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her bones felt heavier than lead and her muscles were like the slop served at breakfast. The shadows at the edge of her vision danced ever closer.

“Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll forget the pain soon.”

<><> 

Bucky tore through the camp, Steve hot on his heels. His blue eyes roved over the multitude of bodies and injured, searching for that familiar head of hair. Always done up so prettily. Like last week when she was bandaging up his hand. Her nails were painted red, and her hair was twisted up into a flawless bun. Her red-painted lips smiled warmly at him. Fear gripped his heart at the idea that he would never see that smile again.

“Bucky, stop!” Steve clamped a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, forcing the Sergeant to a stop. It wouldn’t do his sister any good if they lost their heads. As much as he wanted to tear the whole world apart until his sister was safe, he knew that reckless actions could get her killed. If she wasn’t dead already…

“She’s – she’s gone, Steve. Where is she!?” Bucky spun to face Steve, his eyes wide and slightly crazed. He can’t lose her. He never got to take her on a date. Never got to hold her close and confess how deeply and fervently he love her. Bucky bit down on his lip to stop its wobble. He can’t cry, not yet. Not while there’s still a possibility she’s out there.

“I know. I know, Buck. We’ll get her back. No matter what.”

Footsteps rushed up to the pair. A soldier stopped in front of them, slightly out of breath. “A-a letter for you, sir. It-it has the hydra insignia.”

Upon reading the contents, Steve and Bucky took off to Colonel Phillips' tent. The older man sat at a desk, signing letters to the families of the deceased and missing. Steve hardly gave the man time to put his pen down before requesting a team to rescue the captured. He decided to leave out the fact that he was only doing this to get his sister back.

“I understand the heroic need to save the day, but those who have been taken prisoner are far behind enemy lines and we don’t have the manpower or resources to conduct a rescue mission.” Phillips’ response was expected, but it didn’t stop Bucky’s jaw from clenching or his hands from balling into fists.

The Colonel looked at the two young men standing in front of him. He knew exactly why they wanted to go. Only a fool would think that Captain America wouldn’t move heaven and earth for the younger Rogers. An even bigger fool wouldn’t see the lovesick look every time James Barnes was near her, or the way his gaze follows her as she walks across the base.

Phillips sighed heavily, digging through a stack of letters yet to be signed. First Lieutenant Y/N Rogers. MIA.

Steve took the letter with shaking hands. Bucky felt a tear roll down his cheek.

They were dismissed and the two trudged away. A silent look was exchanged and they agreed. They would go after her with or without permission.

<><> 

“…name… Rogers…” Chapped lips mumbled her name over and over again. A tired mind determined to hold on to herself. Don’t forget. Don’t forget. “…Y/N… Rogers…”

“Y/N?” A voice hissed.

“Y/N/N?” A different voice, closer this time.

“Steve! She’s here!” The buckles around her wrists and ankles fell off one by one. Warm, calloused hands that she dreamed about cupped her face. She groaned and willed the fog from her brain. These hands. Bucky’s hands.

“Buck…” She croaked, red lipstick smudged, and once pristine hair hanging limply around her face. His smile brightened the shadows in her vision. Steve had joined them and helped her sit up.

“Hey, doll. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Giving her a watery smile, he pushed the hair from her face. The cheap line earned him a weak chuckle.

“Oh, what any girl does in a place like this,” she responded. Together, the two men helped her to her feet. The room pitched suddenly, her legs giving out under her. Whatever they had given her made her legs weak.

“Guess you make me a little weak in the knees,” she joked as Bucky swept her into his arms. She tucked her head into his neck, leaning heavily into him. Steve carefully led the way out, checking around corners and taking out any enemy soldiers that they crossed paths with.

Eventually, the trio made it out of the now-burning building. A mass of freed soldiers met them and together the company fought their way back to their camp. Bucky cradled her close to his chest the entire time. He stuck close to Steve, letting him take the punches. Steve didn’t mind.

For almost two weeks she was laid up in a cot in the medical tent. It was strange, in the years that she had been an army nurse, she had been the one giving care. She had never been the patient. And the patient of her subordinates, no less.

Her closer friends teased her that she was a horrible patient. Their teasing helped ease the residual anxiety and adrenaline from her ordeal. But what had really helped, was Bucky’s constant presence. During meal time and recreation time, he would come to visit her in the medical tent. Steve would drop by as well, but it was mostly Bucky.

As the days passed, Bucky seemed more and more nervous, however. Like he had something to say, just on the tip of his tongue. Sometimes, when he maybe thought she wasn’t looking, she caught him looking guilty. She hoped beyond hope that he didn’t blame himself for what had happened.

“You’re cleared to return to light duty, First Lieutenant,” Second Lieutenant Fredricks said with a smile.

The first few days of light duty were spent organizing and assisting. Then after a week, she was cleared to begin training again. Nurses didn’t necessarily need to do the drills the men did, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t. She also preferred to stay in shape and to keep her skills from going rusty.

Growing up with her brother being bullied, Y/N learned how to defend not only herself but Steve, as well. The elder Rogers sibling didn’t care for her fighting but he did appreciate that in a pinch, she could defend herself.

In the early morning, dressed in a pair of trousers and a simple shirt, Y/N makes her way to the track. A run should be light enough.

She could make out the tall frames of Steve and Bucky amongst the other men getting ready for their morning run. Bucky smiled as she approached.

“Hey, how’s it going? You sure you’re okay to be running?” Bucky brushed his hand over hers when she stopped in front of him. The touch made her stomach flutter but she smiled confidently at him.

“Actually, I’ve never felt better. I’m tired of being cooped up in the med tent for so long.” She bent to tighten her boots’ laces. Bucky shrugged and patted her shoulder, teasingly telling her to not fall behind. She scoffed and took off after the troops in a light jog.

Steve and Bucky kept pace with her, both worrying she might become too tired and collapse. Their hovering and not-so-subtle glances did not go unnoticed by her. Irritation settled quickly in her bones. She wasn’t some fragile flower. Just because something bad happened to her doesn’t mean she going to break at any moment.

Spurred by anger, her legs moved faster on their own accord. Steve glanced at his best friend as they sped up to match. Soon, the three of them were overtaking the other troops. Bucky was breathing heavily as they passed the frontman, now in a full sprint.

“W-wait!” He panted as the two Rogers siblings were now racing down the path. How was she running that fast!? How wasn’t she tired? Her smaller frame broke past Steve, who was now struggling to keep up.

The younger Rogers didn’t even notice the concerned and shocked looks she was receiving. The wind rushing in her ears and the trees blurring in her vision was all she could focus on. She felt like she was flying; her feet barely touching the ground. She felt free.

She burst into the clearing at the end of their running trail, the morning sun warming her wind-chilled skin. The grass kicked up as she skidded to a halt. A laugh erupted from her, her head light with adrenaline and awe. Then reality sunk in.

Bucky and Steve broke through the tree line a few minutes later.

“Y/N!”

She turned to look at them, her brows scrunched together and lips forming a thin line.

“They did this to me…” She murmured, gazing turning down at her clenched fists. She had thought she was feeling so good because she survived Hydra’s torment. How quickly this revelation brought her down. They poked and prodded, injected, and dissected. They had changed her.

“Doll?” Bucky approached her slowly, hands out in front of him. Seeing her lip wobble had his heart shattering in him. Throwing caution to the wind, he wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest, drowning her sobs in the rough fabric of his shirt. Her brother stood beside them, rubbing his hand over her shoulders.

“I’ve got ya, sweets. I got ya,” Bucky muttered into her hair. “We’re gonna figure this out. It’ll be okay.”

Lord, he hoped he was telling the truth.

<><> 

Months went by as she adjusted to her new abilities. After she discovered her inhuman speed, she quickly learned she was inhumanly strong. Not as strong as her brother, but definitely stronger than any other man in the camp.

She began training with the men, easily laying anyone flat during sparring. Even Steve struggled against her. While he surpassed her in strength, she made it up in speed and agility. She had been given the moniker of Lady Liberty once the higher-ups found out.

But despite the usefulness of these abilities. She couldn’t help but feel violated. Every night she woke up in a cold sweat, dreaming of their cold instruments and icy laughter. More than once she ended up in the clearing from months before.

Each time she made it out there, Bucky wasn’t far behind. He held her as he had back then, whispering comforting words and stroking her hair. This night began no differently than the others. They sat in the middle of the clearing, the half-moon illuminated above their heads.

“I’m sorry, Bucky… You don’t have to come out here with me every night.” She sniffled, wiping her tears from her cheeks. She was settled in between his stretched-out legs, her own draped over one of his thighs. He shook his head and sighed.

“I don’t mind, Doll. Really.” Soft lips pressed against her temple. “Unless you tell me to go, I won’t leave your side. I can’t.”

Shining eyes looked up into his baby blues. She had never felt so safe and protected as she did in Bucky’s arms. Even though she could easily kick his butt in a fight, she knew he would fight tooth and nail for her. And she would burn down the world for him.

There was no doubt in her mind as she pressed her lips to his. He sighed against her as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer by the waist. Everything clicked into place with this kiss. They had been dancing around this thing between them for years, neither willing to take the leap and possibly lose what they already had.

But the feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her on his tongue had him bitterly regretting not doing this sooner. How many kisses could they have had? How many dates and late nights have they missed? He sure had a lot of time to make up.

“I love you, Y/N.” His breath fanned across the skin of her neck as his kiss-swollen lips brushed along it.

“I love you, James.”

<><> 

Over the next two years, the Howling Commandos slowly but surely made their way through the Hydra bases. First Lieutenant Rogers led alongside her brother, Captain Rogers. Not only as extra muscle, but as a nurse, and occasionally, spy. Bucky didn’t like the idea of his girl being ogled by slimy nazi men, but she convinced him that no one would expect a woman to be a super soldier.

She would infiltrate their meetings as a piece of eye candy, acquiring information as needed and then arresting the men as she saw fit.

But this particular mission didn’t require revealing dresses or sultry makeup. Rather, she wore a winter coat and combat boot with reinforced soles. The speed that she ran quickly ate through nearly all of her shoes.

The Commandos were all situated on a cliff overlooking another with a set of train tracks. They were waiting on the train carrying Doctor Zola. Glove-covered hands clenched at her side. Doctor Zola. One of the men who had turned her into this. Turned her into a weapon.

Bucky’s heavy hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her to his side. His soft lips brushed against her temple.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he reassured. “We go in, kick some ass, and then get out. Easy.”

She chuckled and pressed a kiss to his waiting lips. The other men had the decency to look away from the couple.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s get a move on.” Steve’s voice called out from the edge of the cliff.

She scoffed at her brother and kissed her sergeant once more. “See you on the other side, tiger.”

<><> 

Things were going south very quickly. Hydra had more gun power than she had thought. A huge man with bigger guns than himself stood in the doorway to their car. His guns glowed blue as they powered up.

Steve shoved both his sister and Bucky behind him, holding up his shield. The blast had her teeth rattling in her skull, her body flying back further than the boys. The impact of her head hitting the metal floor caused stars to dance in her vision.

She could barely comprehend the cold rush of air from the massive hole in the side of the train. And before she could gather herself, the man was priming another shot, pointed directly at her. Shaking legs tried to bare her weight as she scrambled for her gun.

Bucky had gathered himself faster than her or her brother, so she could only watch as he picked up Steve’s shield and fired a few shots at the enemy. A scream ripped from her throat when blue light shot out at her sergeant.

Bucky went flying, the shield in the other direction. Both the Rogers siblings jumped into action. Steve went for the shield, quickly taking out the other man. She leaped for the hole in the wall of the train that Bucky had flown out of.

Her eyes widened with horror as she gazed upon the man she loved, hanging on for dear life to the crumbling handrails.

“Bucky! Hold on!” She reached out to him, trying to find her footing to get to him and pull him to safety. The look in his eyes was one she had never seen on him before. Blue eyes wide with fear, his mouth poised in a silent scream. And as his fingers brushed against hers, tips barely able to curl around each other, he was gone.

His scream was joined by hers. The image of him falling to his death will forever be ingrained in her mind. It’ll be the last thing on her mind as she goes to sleep and the first one when she wakes up. It’ll be there when she fights her way through Hydra soldiers, and as she sends her fist straight into Johann Schmidt’s ugly, red face.

Steve worried about his sister’s mental health since that day. She had retreated into herself. Long gone was the witty and strong woman he knew. His sister, who had always been so bright, had been replaced by someone who only knew how to fight.

She only spoke to give orders or to communicate during battle. Her words were always clipped and to the point; no room for banter or sarcasm. The icy wall she had built around herself was all to conceal the torment her mind tortured her with.

If only she had been stronger, maybe she wouldn’t have been down for so long. If she had been faster, she could have reached him before he fell. If she had been better, maybe he wouldn’t have died. Every moment was filled with these thoughts. Awake or not. It was all she could think about.

Eventually, she became too tired. She fought with everything she had; Bucky at least deserved that. She wouldn’t give up simply because it would mean he died in vain. However, with each new opponent, she could help but wish that this one would be stronger than her.

No opponent was ever stronger than her. Until now.

It wasn’t a person that she now faced her death with. But a plane filled with explosives. Schmidt was gone, as was the Tesseract. Now, she and her brother faced the cracked windows of the plane. She tried to keep her lip from trembling as Steve spoke with Peggy.

Even if she hadn’t gotten her happy ending, she had wished her big brother would have gotten his. Tear-filled eyes opened when she felt a hand come to rest on hers. Steve’s face was solemn as he spoke.

“I’ve gotta put it in the water.” He was half telling Peggy and half asking for permission from his sister. It wasn’t just his life going down for millions of others, but his little sister’s, too. The siblings shared a weighty look before she nodded.

Lady Liberty listened quietly as Captain America spoke with Agent Carter. No.

Y/N listened brokenheartedly as her big brother said his goodbyes to the woman he loved and who loved him in return.

And as Steve redirected the plane to the icy terrain below, she closed her eyes and imagined the warm hands of her love. His blue fire eyes and easy grin. The feel of his lips against hers. The sound of her name on his tongue.

I’m coming, Bucky.

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🎀 — STUCKYWIDOW

Stuckywindow(Steve Rogers, James 'Bucky' Barnes, and Natasha Romanoff) Child content:)

FYI: THIS ISNT RELATED TO ANY POLITICS.

STUCKYWIDOW • Who has a son, somehow managing to have all their DNA's together, when the husbands asked Tony about it he examined the situation and it's something to do with the supersoldier serum.

STUCKYWIDOW • Where Natasha always shoves it in her husband's face, especially Steve's that their son knows more Russian than English. (he's 2 and has absolutely no idea what the translation of water in English is.)

STUCKYWIDOW • Where their son is so incredibly strong at just the age of 6 months old because of his dad's that he once broke Peter's finger with his grip. (The baby thought it was a game)

STUCKYWIDOW • Where their child is naturally stealthy, agile and fast that when you take one second off of them, they're suddenly across the house.

STUCKYWIDOW • Where Natasha's husbands were forced to learn Russian cause of their kid.

STUCKYWIDOW • Where Steve went through the five stages of grief knowing his kid prefers Russian over America (🦅🦅🦅🔫🔫🔫🇺🇸 RAHHH)

STUCKYWIDOW • Where the kid, who just started kindergarten gets treated differently because of his accent, and because he can't properly speak English. Even most of the teachers don't like him cause they think of him as a communist:(.

STUCKYWIDOW • Where Steve doesn't take any of their bullshit and gives the parents, teachers, staff members a reality check that just because his son is Russian doesn't mean he's automatically a communist.

STUCKYWINDOW • Where Natasha always finds her boys getting into trouble. Whether it be her husbands teaching their 4 year old son to handle a gun(mostly Bucky's idea) or her son accidentally sinking his dad's mental arm into the bottom of the deep pool.

STUCKYWIDOW • Where their son is honestly so fearless (a dare devil) that he started breaking bones at the age of 2.

STUCKYWIDOW THAT NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS THEY'LL ALWAYS LOVE THEIR BABY BOY<3

[kierancaz]

So desperate to feel something I’ve stooped so low as to putting on a mcu movie

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Ch 2 Acrophobia: Fear of heights.

Acrophobia: Fear of heights.

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: The helicarrier is too high for your linking and you refuse to go on deck. Steve drags you out onto the deck for a mission and you cry and nat hurries to take you back inside knowing your fear.

TW: dry heaving, panic attack, flashback, hyperventilating, fainting, past trauma (mentioned), themes of isolation, themes of fear, Steve being oblivious(haha), HYDRA (yep it’s a TW),

A/n TIMELINE DOESN’T MATCH CANON COMPLIMENT CUZ WANDAS ON THE HELICARRIER

Normally it was fine. You could simply pretend it was fine at least. You stayed below deck. Never going up there. The whole base never went too high that you couldn’t see the ground, so it was usually fine. Except now it wasn’t. Of course, it wasn’t.

Fury had decided that instead of dealing with the storm like a normal person would. He had ordered the whole Helicarrier to go above the clouds. Which in your opinion was the stupidest thing he had ever done. It was a death sentence. Now you actively refused to leave your room. Fear was the main reason. Heights were never your thing. Not since you were a kid. Of course, HYDRA tried everything to beat it out of you, a solider that can't do heights wasn’t a solider at all was what you were told. Growing up in hydra was hard. Learning to trust was harder. The only one you trusted was Natasha. But she was either too busy to notice the problem or simply didn’t care. You hoped it was the first. Nobody else knew. Hydra had instilled a deep fear of inadequacy. That if the team or the director found out you would simply be kicked off the team. That was what you feared. Losing your new family like you had lost your old one kept yoi awake at night. Long long into the night.

You had been lounging on your bed when a voice came over the system.

“Avengers report to the deck. Agent Romanoff, Stark, Rogers, Banner, Barton, Maximoff and L/n.” The voice said and you knew you were screwed. Sure, they hadn’t noticed your absence over the last few days, and you could survive off the food you had stashed in your room for emergencies. But you had all the windows covered in your room, there was no evidence you were even in the sky at all. And you liked it that way. Anything else and you may end up a panicked mess on the floor. You sucked a deep breath knowing if you didn’t go, they would come after you. Part of you wanted to stay, hope they send nat and then fake an illness or something. The fear of the team ridiculing and shunning you was too much. You knew you simply had to suck it up but that was easier said than done. Slipping on your boots you tried to steady your shaking hands. Hydras attempts seemed to only reinforce your fears. Throwing you out a plane isn’t exactly proven exposure therapy but that had tried regardless.

Shaking the memory from your mind you placed you trembling hand on the doorknob. The safety of your room seemed too good to leave. Feeling your breathing pick up you closed your eyes and steadied it. In a moment of fleeting courage, you opened the door quickly. You had barely stepped a half foot out the door before you peered into the hall, seeing the big window leading to nothing but clouds and blue sky you slammed the door shut. Screw the meeting. You thought. You pressed your back to the door and held your head in your hands pulling your knees to to your chest and rocking slightly to give yourself s rhythm to steady your breathing too. After around fifteen minutes you were breathing normally when a knock sounded on the door. Three short raps. In a moment of panic, you called out.

“Im sick leave me alone.” It was a pathetic excuse, but it was all you could think of with your mind spinning at the idea of having to go back out there. Feeling the door move you scrambled away from it until your back was pressed against the bed as it swung open. Steve stood there looking unimpressed.

“Firstly, why are you on the floor and second you don’t look sick. We need you on deck L/n. You can’t simply avoid doing work forever.” He said his arms folded. He was clearly frustrated and had mistaken your fear for laziness. Before you could open your mouth, he seemed to have had enough. Grabbing your wrist, you struggled in his hold as he began dragging you into the hall. You slammed your eyes shut breathing and chest feeling tight and restricted. You pulled away in his grip, but his super strength was having none of it. Tears began to fall down your cheeks, but he hadn’t once looked back at you simply dragging you through the halls head held high. Many agents shot you odd looks but held their tongues knowing the repercussions for insulting a higher-ranking agent. Fury didn’t like bullies as much as Steve, which seemed rather ironic right now. You went limp your feet going on autopilot from years of conditioning to follow him. Often you were dragged by shackles, but a wrist wasn’t uncommon either. Hydra played over in your mind. Steve morphing between your shield college and a hydra agent, the one with cruel eyes and a tight-lipped smile. His hair flickered between black and blonde, and your eyes closed again out of fear. Fear it had all been a dream. Fear you had never left. You choked back sobs. Each sob was a punishment. And from what you could tell this was already heading south fast.

By the time Steve pulled you onto the deck you were dizzy from the lack of oxygen, your surroundings spinning. Nat was there and you prayed she would save you. The hydra agent was gone now, it was just Steve. But your fears were only getting worse. At least in the flashback you couldn’t see just how high the Helicarrier was. The railings seemed too small. Useless. Your stomach was doing flips from both the fear and the dizziness. Your head was spinning, and you felt lightheaded.

You missed Wanda elbowing Natasha in the ribs, her powers picking up on your distress and loud thoughts. Nat looked over at the younger redhead and Wanda nodded her head to you. Nat was quickly spurred into action. She rushed over and detangled you from Steve’s grip. Fairly harshly. She was mad at his lack of care or concern towards your current situation.

She scooped you into her arms and made quick work of hurrying back to the lower decks. You whined buried your face in the crook of her neck, tears streaming onto her uniform. She rubbed her hand up and down your arm as you saw her mouth moving but couldn’t decipher the words.

“Breathe Y/n. You need to breathe sweetheart. Your safe love. Your safe here.” She repeated over and over exceedingly worried at how short and sharp your breathing was.

After a moment you screwed your eyes up and leaned away from nat to dry heave. She slowed her movements, so she didn’t jostle you as much. Luckily you hadn’t had any real food in days after being holed up in your room. You hadn’t even noticed Wanda had followed you until you felt the rumble of Nat’s chest as she spoke to the witch before the cool tingly feeling of the red magic wrapped around your mind and your vision dipped as she knocked you out. Or at least you had thought she did. However, after she had been given the go ahead from Nat, she tried to help calm you down. Yet despite her magic not being a good idea, if you kept hyperventilating you were going to pass out and they wanted to avoid that. It was rare for you to panic this badly, but the flashback and fear had triggered you something awful.

And despite Wanda’s best efforts you passed out in Natasha’s arms. Nat slowed and adjusted her grip to support you head more to stop it lolling around. She swore softly as she and Wanda hurried you back to your room. Wanda stopped in the doorway as she saw the food plates and messy room.

“So, this is why she hasn’t been around. She hasn’t left her room” Wanda said slowly as Nat carefully set you down on the rumpled sheets.

“Yeah, I was too stupid to notice. She trusted me. She trusted Steve and we both failed her” Nat said shaking her head.

“Nat you know it's not your fault. Don’t beat yourself up.” Wanda said.

“I know but i still feel like we let her down.” She said huffing a sigh.

“Right now, we just need to look after her. Nobody is to blame. Expect maybe Steve because he’s a bit oblivious.” She said shrugging and nat gave a forced sounding laugh as the guilt continued to gnaw at her stomach. You had looked so helpless and afraid in her arms. She had only ever really seen that a couple times before. After or during the flashbacks she knew you had or when they had first rescued you from hydra. She had sworn each time she would protect you and now she felt like she had failed.

She moved over and pulled herself onto you bed, gently guiding your head into her lap. You screwed your eyes up and she gently tapped your cheek to rouse you. Wanda sat to your left watching with kind eyes.

“Hey baby girl. It’s ok.” Nat said and you squeezed her hand. Even half-awake with a pounding headache you could read Nat like no other.

“It's not your fault.” You said and Nat smiled softly.

“Don’t worry about that right now love, just take some deep breathes for me. Do you need your weighted blanket love?” She asked.

“N-no. Just…” you trailed off.

“What is it? You know I’ll get you anything you need.” Nat said softly as she patted your knee with an equally gentle and tender touch.

“C-can you lay with me. Just for a bit?”

“We’ll stay with you as long as you need y/n/n” Wanda said, and the two girls curled around you as you grounded yourself on their touch. Everything would be ok.

“Im fine. Steve…”

“Steve what baby?” Wanda asked gently.

“Steve just… he triggered a flashback when he grabbed m-me, and I was already afraid from being up this high. It just… it brought a lot back that I don’t want to r-remember.” You said exhaling as shaky breath. Nat squeezed you tightly in a hug.

“I’ll kill him.” She joked and you laughed quietly.

“No. All I need I have right her on this bed.” You said softly and the two women beamed at you. Feeling the tips of your ears heat with an undeniable blush you buried your face in your pillow as the two women cooed at you.

“Just hug me dammit.” You said and they complied. Maybe this is what you had been needing for those past few days. But now they were here everything was feeling a little more manageable.

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Bloodthirsty Chapter 4

Another Day, Another Impossible Mission

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 4:17 PM. Fuck. Tony was going to track you down if you were late. The bind you were in would have been funny had it been any other day but the weight of your existence was grating your nerves as it happens. You were wondering how long it would be before the council found you. The existence of vampires was to never reach the light of day and yet you were walking a tightrope with the work you enjoyed. 

　 

"Listen dude, I don’t have time for this pissing contest. Tell the council I can come next week, no sooner availability in my schedule at the moment," You sass the wrinkly, old bastard. 

　 

"I don’t care how old you are, bitch, The Order gave specific instructions for me to bring you back with me and I won’t be punished for your insolence," the man all but sneered at you. 

　 

"The Order? That’s what they’re calling themselves now? Sounds a bit pompous, don’t ya think," you grin wickedly as you subtly prepare for his so called "sneak attack". Taking a step to the side, slowly running your fingers through your hair to distract from the movement, you catch him slightly shifting his body weight. You play it casual, as if you haven’t noticed what he’s done. Fucking newborns. Always so easy to manipulate. Makes it boring, if anything. 

　 

"I don’t have time for this," he hisses and lunges, immediately going for the obvious kill. You sidestep and easily dodge the mindless attack while faking a yawn. 

　 

"I’m surprised you’re this stupid. I work with the Avengers dumbass, I’m also much older than you," the newborn idiot just stared at you in anger. He obviously had something to prove, to himself and to the council. 

　 

"They’re going to kill you, aren’t they?" You slant your head taking in his scruffy and disheveled appearance, "You haven’t passed the trials yet either." 

Interesting, the council’s making vampires and having them do the dirty work on the backend. Fucking figures why they didn’t send the formal summons, this was a test. The kid doesn’t stand a chance when he lunges towards you this time. Darting past his left side, you grab his throat and slam him onto the cement. 

"I’ll make it quick, youngling," you flash him a toothy grin as his eyes widen one last time and rip his heart out of his chest. A permanent death for the undead as it would seem. 

　 

Well, that took longer than expected. 4:45PM. Now, you were going to have to run across town in your blood stained boots. That’s not suspicious at all. And knowing Tony, he most likely had his suit tracking nearby activity which means if you came in all super speedy, the suit would blast you faster than you could run. 

"Fuck," You hiss in pain as you touch your side, red staining your hand. Little runt got you after all. That means you’ll need to feed sooner, to gain your strength back after your body stitched itself back together. Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you remember the council’s pet came by motorbike. Fucking fantastic! You don’t even notice a pair of green eyes following you as you take off towards the meeting spot. 

　 

A cloud of green smoke reveals Loki, his tall form emerging from the dark corner he was watching from. A thousand thoughts race through his brilliant mind at what he just witnessed. Vampires were real, and this mortal, rather immortal was one of these creatures. Figures that the first lady he took interest in on Midgard was a dead woman. If what he knew of the night dwelling creatures was correct then could this tiny immortal woman be a threat to the team?  

Shaking his head as if to clear them from his head completely, he wonders why he cares. Why did he even spare a moment of thought on this woman? Was it because she was a Midgardian monster, a title that he shared on Asgard?  Too many questions with little to no answers. How infuriating this dull, little planet can be. Now he definitely needed to speak with Lady Oriya of New Orleans. There was no stalling the matter.

Gathering his magic and preparing to teleport, Loki pauses as another creature's presence appears as if they had magic as well. Loki masks himself into the dark corner where he had hidden before but it doesn’t seem to fool the imbecile before him.

“Show yourself, shadow dweller!” The Midgardian shouts to the empty air around him. As Loki steps out of the shadows, the creature before him cautiously eyes the Asgardian, assessing the fine garments the prince was wearing.

“Not many can sense my presence, I’m impressed albeit a little surprised,” Loki says while bowing graciously, accepting that he miscalculated the creature’s abilities and he wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“Another god on Earth, I’m sure you have better places to be than snooping around dark alleys,” The pale skinned man all but hisses at the god. Loki ignores the malice dripping from his voice and pauses to recollect his thoughts. Obviously this was a trap, a test of some sort against y/n. What the nature of the test was, still unclear in Loki’s sharp mind, but he would figure it out soon enough. Too many missing variables made the situation even more frustrating. 

“In fact I do,” Loki bows once more politely, and walks back towards the shadows he came from.

“It would do you well to forget whatever you saw, none of your concern, after all,” The man says just as Loki had melted back into the shadows, barely missing the sharp fangs extending from the creature’s mouth. 

The feel of the wind in your hair is the only reprieve you find from riding this crotch rocket. You were hurt, hungry, and hauling ass to get to the meeting spot. You almost didn’t catch that there was a tracker on this bike but you’d worry about that shortly. You could throw them a bone for a short time but you’d have to take it out before you left. It’s 5:07PM as you pull onto the street where the burger joint stands. You can see Tony eyeing the bike and your appearance as you park alongside the curb where he is standing. Hopping off the bike you walk up and place your order, not like you actually needed it. 

“You look rough peanut,” Tony starts with a concerned yet slightly amused expression. 

“It’s been a long day,” You deadpan then grin as you punch Tony’s shoulder, careful to do it gently enough so you didn’t hurt him. Walking a little ways to the side where the vendor couldn’t overhear your conversation, Tony makes short work of your confession.

“I know you're a witch,” He spits out quickly as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Wrong, I’m a vampire,’’ You say quietly, but just as quickly hoping he wouldn’t catch what you just admitted to him. He doesn’t say anything at all, just stands there with wide doe eyes and mouth open like a barn door. You both stand there, not speaking for a few minutes, until the silence is broken by Eddie calling out your orders.

This is the first time that Tony Stark has ever been quiet for this amount of time. It’s strange and unsettling but you can see the gears working overtime in his mind. For a few minutes, he opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it. Honestly you were expecting a joke or a loud reaction, anything other than this silence you were sitting in. Taking a bite out of your hamburger seems to be the trigger for the oncoming reaction. 

“Wait, so do you really need to eat human food or do you need to eat human food,” He pauses for a moment and then it’s like everything hits at once.

“Doyoubitepeoplewristsandnecksordoyoustealbloodbagshowdoyoustayoutinthesunlightareyouactuallydea-,’’ He only stops because you put your hand over his mouth, muffling the onslaught of questions. Giving him a stern look you release your grip on his face, slowly looking around and assessing the area you shake your head and look at Tony once more.

“It’s not safe here, come on, I promise no harm will come to you,” You say half pleading with him to believe and trust you. He doesn’t make a sound as you pull him to the motorbike you brought, only eyeing it suspiciously. You take a second and locate what you’re looking for, a small tracker under the side paneling. Figuring you only had a few minutes to get out of there discreetly before the lurker caught on to what was happening, you get on the bike and Tony follows without persuasion. It surprises you considering he’s just learned you were a blood sucking creature. 

Taking off as quickly and safely as possible, you head towards the docks to help mask both of your scents, as a tracker was following the bike, they most likely had your scent. You can’t ride as fast as you usually did with a human passenger so you’re at a minor disadvantage with Tony on your back. Looking back you make out a small blur at the burger stand you just left. Hopefully Eddie would be okay, he had a knack for avoiding danger since he dodged the 2012 fight in New York without a scratch on his cart.

Luckily, with a headstart and the dock's stinky fish smell masking your scents the tracker can’t seem to lock onto y’alls scents. Ducking into an overhang, you let Tony off and push the bike into an opening on the side of the box crate.

“Follow me, we need to lay low and yes, Tones, you can ask your questions,” You say while Tony follows you into the small opening.

“You know, I don’t think OSHA would approve of this,” He quips sarcastically, pushing his blue tinted glasses on top of his head. Throwing your head back while laughing you shake your head in disbelief.

“You’re worried about OSHA’s safety standards while you're with a vampire, talk about priorities!” The insane notion that he could trust you is barely hanging on by a thread. Maybe he only stayed with you this long because he wanted to dissect you. 

“You’re still my friend y/n, vampire or not. Of course, I do have a thousand questions that need answering, I still trust you. You’ve saved my ass, not to mention the team’s ass so many times how could we turn our backs on you?” He looks at you as if you have three heads, the idea that he would hate or be disgusted by you makes him upset.

“Shh, Tony. Wa-”

“No, you ne-” He is cut off by your hand again, you give him the look to ensure he’ll be quiet.

Listening closely you hear the tracker walking by the crates and sniffing. He wasn’t going to have much luck over here, especially while the wind wasn’t blowing down here, as there was no draft for him to pick up on. Your plan seems to work, as you don’t hear him sniffing around the crates anymore. An internal sigh of relief escapes you, taking a peep from your hole you don’t see him anywhere. In fact all you smell is blood, and not the human kind. Stepping out you walk to the edge of the hanger, and the sight before you is gruesome. 

A bloody heart is several feet away from you, as is the body of a vampire. Blood is everywhere, you can’t see much else. Looking up, you see a black haired man dressed in green and gold with a bloody hand, his chest heaving as he looks up at you.

“He was following you, so I figured now was a good time to repay my debt.”

[amndees]

i love making oc inserts but i never post ab them,, i have a marvel (mcu inspired) oc that ive been really thinking about lately so maybe ill draw them at one point