#avengersxreader angst

[wildmoonflower]

Love in the World of Death

Avengers Apocalypse AU

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary:

Zombie Apocalypse AU, where Y/N saves an Avenger from jaws of death and joins their group, finding more than just her brother  

Warnings: Gore, injuries, mentions of death and rape, some swearing, minor fluff and some smut (slightly dom!Steve x reader) at the end

A/N: This is my piece for #wxntersoldiers writing challenge with Apocalypse AU. Thank You for letting me join and congrats again on the milestone, Sweetpie

PS: I'm sorry, but I'm a slow-burn writer, I can't help myself and write under 10k words…

With a wet squelch, an arrow pierced through the skull of the undead man in front of you, watching as his body crumbled on the ground, slight twitches raking it’s body. Death of one of their own diverted the attention of three others from young redhead, whose foot was stuck in a net of roots, sticking out of the forest ground, leaving her vulnerable, armed with a small army knife.

Hooking the bow on her back, Y/N drew out her machete, sound attracting another undead from other woman, leaving just one creeper staggering to her.   'Why do I do this to myself?' Y/N growled under her breath, taking a quick step towards the closest creeper, beheading him with a swift slash, kicking to the left, hitting hideous dead woman in the knee, sick pop making her topple to the ground. Her head landed on a big rock, now soft-half rotten flesh caving in, almost exploding, her body not moving anymore. The sight made Y/N shudder, even after a week, when dead bodies flooded the streets, she couldn't help the horror creep in her body at bloody sight. Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as last two undead divided, almost as if planned, closing in on her from both sides. 

Movements of those two were faster, bodies looking too normal, probably recently turned. Dead man on Y/N's right charged at her, teeth clattering as he reached for her arm. Cutting down, machete severed the arm from the body, injury ignored as undead man continued his attack, body-slamming into hers. Dead weight was crushing Y/N's body, she was struggling to keep deadly jaws away from her shoulder where they tried to reach to chunk the flesh out and infect yet another victim. In the peripheals, second undead came closer, in Y/N's desperate eyes, almost victorious look on it’s pale face as it suddenly stopped, body twitching as a knife was stuck in it’s neck. Jabbing her heels into the ground, Y/N arched, body on top of her falling over her head, giving her enough time to turn around and stab in it’s head. Shuffle behind her made her body turn around, rolling to side as undead woman’s body fell crouched down, using the opportunity to grab the knife and twist upwards, this time grazing the spine and hitting the brain, body going limp next to her.

Y/N didn’t allow herself the breather her body demanded, pushing herself up to look at the woman, still half-laying on the ground, dead body next to her forgotten as she watched you with big eyes, worry etched in face, pretty even beneath the layer of dirt on it. 

"You okay?" Both women asked simultaneously. Chuckling, Y/N took a step closer and stopped as red head eyed the machete in her hands. "I won’t hurt you. Can I take a look at your foot?" Y/N sheated her weapon back in her hip holster and yanked the knife out the body, holding it with handle towards her, kneeling in front of her. 

"I got stuck when these things appeared. And it won’t budge." She said, slightly pulling her foot up, only to hiss from the pain, rough wood scratching her skin. "Don’t do that, you will hurt yourself. I will get it out. "Y/N said and pulled out machete, to which red head pulled her own knife, hand trembling. "I’m gonna cut the roots off, not your leg, don’t worry." Y/N held her hands up and looked into tired eyes. "If I wanted you dead or hurt, I would let them do that for me, don’t you think?" The argument seemed to put other woman more at ease as she lowered her weapon and looked away as her savior slashed at the wood, careful to hit the main root holding the net together. After a few minutes of hacking, the wood gave up and released it’s hold. Pulling the net apart, woman slowly pulled her foot out and rolled away, picking up small bag Y/N failed to notice in hazy fight. 

“Thank you," she breathed nervously, freed now she kept the distance again. "I’m Wanda." She smiled and after a second, she reached with her hand. Grabbing it, Y/N nodded her head, "Y/N. Nice to meet a living soul. I don’t mean to pry but why are you out here alone?" Y/N asked, taking a step back to collect her own bag, which she threw away as she charged to save the trapped woman. "I was separated from my group, we were on a supply run." She answered hesitantly. "I tried to go back to our camp but I panicked with those things behind me and now I’m lost." She said, Voice hesitant but honest. "Why are you alone? Did something happen to your group?" She inquired, taking in Y/N’s dirty and tired look. 

"I didn’t have one. I travel alone." Y/N answered, and kneeled down again, pulling out bandage and a small red-tinted bottle from her bag, motioning for Wanda to tuck up the jeans she had on. "Is there anything special around your camp? Weird looking tree, rock, anything? I can take you there." Y/N offered, patting her foot with disinfectant, supporting her not to fall as she started to hop around from pain. "I worked in forestry, I know my way around these woods."

"Explaines the bow." She hissed behind gritted teeth. "It was slightly uphill, a small clearing, there was a half-moon shaped rock to the west. And a tree-house, there is a small tree-house, with blankets inside."

Nodding her head, Y/N knew the place she described. "I know where that is. You strayed quite far from the place. It is a day away if we go now."

They were lucky, Wanda’s injury was not too bad to hinder from walking. It was nice to have a normal company, even as a lone wolf, spending a whole week alone after shit hit the fan, Y/N found the presence of Wanda nice, calming even. Pretty red head was not chatter-box either, silence between two woman was peaceful as they trecked through the green vegetation. 

"If I can, why do you use bow? Isn’t crossbow stronger?" Wanda broke the silence as they took a break, taking a small gulps of precious liquid. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, "It is. But it also have slow-ass reload. This is enough to pierce in the head. And it’s not mine bow, it belongs to my brother. Archery is his weird hobby, well, my too." Y/N’s voice faded, lump in the throat clogging it. She wasn’t aware of her brother’s fate, as she wasn’t in the city when the outbreak started. 

"I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-" Wanda started to apologize, Y/N waving her hand stopped her, she couldn’t trust her voice not to break. "We should find a tree on which we can sleep. It’s not safe to walk in the dark forest, we can continue after dawn." 

It didn’t took long to find the right tree, with it’s branches high enough not to be reachable from the ground and thick enough to hold the weight. Using the rope, Y/N tied their bodies to the trunk, not the most comfortable sleeping position but better than falling down in the middle of sleeping. 

The forest was restless as night came, rustling of leaves beneath the animal feets much louder in eerie silence of night. Wanda was not asleep, Y/N could feel her body occasionally twitch at the louder sounds, she could hear her soft mumbles which sounded like a prayers, fear and nervousness was apparent. Hesitantly, Y/N reached next to her, gripping her small hand, steel grip she received back was reassuring to both and soon, their bodies relaxed, using one anothers warmth. 

Morning came too fast and too slow at the same time, as gold-pink color shined on Y/N’s face, waking her up with a groan. Her body was stiff, neck painfully crooked as she was leaning on Wanda, who stirred awake too, groaning too as she stretched her hands in front her.

"Don’t move too much, or you will be upside down soon." Y/N chipped in too late as with a loud sqeal, Wanda slid to the side, rope stopping her fall as she dangled around, looking as very clumsy bat in her oversized black sweater. The sight made Y/N burst out laughing, painful cramp shooting in her side as she propped herself, catching Wanda’s flailing arm and pulled her up, face red with all the blood, panting from her squeaking. As soon as she saw Y/n’s face she snorted, another round of laugh vibrating around them. It was an alien feeling, laughing after such a long time. "Ready to go down?" Y/N untied the rope and threw down their bags, listening if their little outburst attracted some unwanted attention. The forest around them was calm, morning lights covering everything in red, pink and orange with golden undertone. It was beautiful sight, unfit to the world that was there.

The scenery was getting more and more familiar, even Wanda was looking around more and more often. It was good to know they were near as water was quickly disappearing, early fall was still somewhat warm, even with sweaters and jackets tied around their hips. "You know, you can stay with us. We are normal group, I swear." Wanda panted, she grabbed Y/N’s hand as she stopped to breathe, eyes honest. She could see Y/N’s hesitation, she gave off the feeling of a lone wolf, more open to idea of solitude surrounded by fauna and flora than to hang around with a group. But she had to ask, some pull in Wanda telling her to ask, make her think about it. The woman in front of her was silent, calm and more than capable of taking care of herself but the aura of sadness was breaking her heart. "Just give us a chance, we won’t force you if you will want to leave." Wanda smiled as Y/N slowly nodded, glad that she was willing to try. Silent woman grew to her, not only because she saved her, but her whole demeanor was somewhat familiar, she couldn’t put her finger on it, her mind was restless and stressed ever since the horrors filled the streets of every big city. 

Another half an hour of walking, Y/N broke the silence, her voice even more quiet. "I joined a small group, on the second day of outbreak. It was pure chaos and it didn’t felt right, the people around felt…wrong. But I was desperate, afraid" She looked at the red head next to her, her features hardening. "My hunch was right, the biggest pieces of human shit gathered. In a time without any law and order, they thrived. I tried to warn others who seemed normal, didn’t listen. I woke up to gunshots, they were shooting men and children, forced themselves on women. I was sleeping on the tree, saved my life when infected came. After that, I strained from any possible human interaction." Y/N’s eyes were ice cold, knuckles white from the grip, drops of blood falling on the ground from the punctures from her nails on her palms. 

"Then why save me?" Wanda asked, earning incredulous look. "I’m no monster to ignore a single woman armed with knife only about to get eaten by some creepers. And you also helped me, even though your knife-throwing skill could use some improvement." Y/N added and jumped aside to dodge Wanda’s clumsy kick on her bums. "We should arrive in less than ten minutes." Y/N lowered her voice, recognized the area they were in. Forest around was quiet, bad feeling settled in Y/N’s stomach. Turning around, she noticed Wanda stopped, holding her leg while crouching. "Wanda?" She asked, kneeling beside her, blood freezing as Wanda looked up, suddenly, she could feel the presence of other person, just a few steps away from them. Her hand itched towards the gun, hidden on her hip beneath the shirt she wore as a deep voice growled from behind.

"Don’t move. Hands up and step away from her." Y/N froze, shooting furious betrayed look at shocked Wanda, who limped next to her, shielding her with her own small body. "Steve, stop it! She is fine!" Another male voice sounded, little bit more to the left of Y/N, she could see dark outline of a big man, pointing a gun at her head. "You don’t know that, Wanda. Step away from her." "Yes, I do, Bucky! She saved my life yesterday!" Wanda spit, her voice strong and unwavering, followed by silence that left Y/N uncomfortable, who still didn’t turn around. She didn’t survive this long alone just to be shot in the head like that. "Wanda, just go to them." Y/N said, using her elbow to prod small woman towards the bodiless voice behind her back. 

"What weapons do you have on yourself?" Man to the left asked, taking a step closer. Circling the shoulder, Y/N moved the bow on her back. "Bow, machete on the hip and gun in the hip holster." She answered through gritted teeth, she felt that they were not going to kill her but to give away all her weapons was still against her taste. "Hand them over." "Hell no."

"Y/N, please, I swear, we won’t hurt you, they will give them back." Wanda came in front of her again, eyes pleading. Her body was slightly shaking, giving up her weapons meant letting herself be completely unguarded, even with her fighting skills, two large men was too much to handle. "Don’t shoot." She muttered, her hand slowly made a big circle to her hip, showing exactly what she was doing. Man behind stepped in front of her, quickly grabbing sheated machete and gun in the holster. He eyed the bow on her back as she handed him the quiver, earning a huge scowl. "Not giving you that." Y/N’s voice was resolute, she stood strong against the man who towered above her, she was right about their height and muscles, she looked almost tiny, even with her taller form.   "Are you done?" Wanda hissed at the man, Steve, and grabbed Y/N by her forearm, "and I just told her you guys were normal." Her anger was tid-bit funny, it made Y/N’s lips twitch despite the not-so-pleasant situation. "You said you will give us a chance. Do you want to leave?" Wanda asked worriedly, to which Y/N laughed, with a very sardonic laugh. "Doesn’t seem I’m welcomed, Wanda." Looking to her left, men were deep in conversation, glancing at her now and then. It gave her chance to look at them, now that they were not standing behind her. Both were tall, strong-build, one sporting a light stubble and hair down to the shoulder, other one with a few weeks old beard and bit longer hair that fell in his eyes. Both were covered in dirt and showed same weariness as Wanda.

Noticing she watched them as a hawk, the one with darker blond hair, Steve, stepped closer: "Sorry for the rough handling but we can never be too sure." He said, now that he was barking orders, his voice was nice, but it didn’t make Y/N drop her guard. "Look," he sighed, brushing his hair out of his face, "we can go to our camp but I wanna check you up for weapons myself. There is not lot of us, I won’t allow another loss." His eyes were telling the truth, he believed what he told. Y/N was hesitant, did she really want to risk seeing people possibly die again? But the soft hand on her shoulder, Wanda’s warm hand, reminded her of the nights she wished to feel presence of others, not just rustles of animals around her. 

Y/N closed her eyes, sighing. "Fine." She rised her hands slightly, right next to her head and parted her legs, nodding at tall man to do his thing. His touched surprised Y/N, it was firm and yet, somewhat gentle as he patted her clothed arms and waist. When the pat on her thighs wasn’t coming, Y/N opened her eyes, surprised to see a pink hue on his face as he hesitated, a snort coming from other man. "Just get to it, Stevie, she doesn’t bite." He teased his friend and Wanda giggled, faking it as a cough when Y/N looked at her with creased brows. Fast few taps landed on her hips, thighs and calves and Steve quickly stepped back, nodding his head at other man, Bucky. "Let’s go to the camp." He huffed, "Sorry, doll, I will give this back later." He swung her weapons under his arm. "I’m James, but call me Bucky." His demeanor was puzzling, as his speech went from guarded to relaxed and back again, his eyes still guarded. He pulled the bag off Wanda’s back and gently shoved her gently to the right direction, asking her about her leg. Y/N stood there, unsure of what to do, jumping a little as a hand brushed her shoulder, it was Steve taking her bag from her. "I’m Steve, nice to meet you. Sorry again for this." Y/N brushed him off, following the forms of Wanda and Bucky. "You said it yourself, one can’t be too sure anymore. But I expect to get my bow back tomorrow." Y/N answered and turned around again, looking at the blond man, "I’m Y/N."

Y/N was right, the camp was not even ten minutes away. There were other people, creating a circle around Wanda, even though Y/N didn’t know them, she get the feeling they were close, more than just bunch of friends. They were a family, a man with goatee cupped her face while a pale man, who looked really nervous kneeled beside her, checking her scratched foot. "And who is this?" A dark-skinned man came to Y/N and Steve, curiously checking her out, same wariness in his eyes.

"Sam. Another survivor, Y/N, she saved Wanda." Steve introduced the silent woman beside him as others came closer. Looking at them, Y/N silently thanked Bucky that he took her weapons, she knew her resting bitch-face was not exactly putting people at ease. "What about others? Tony?" Steve asked and goatee-man shook his head, shadow passed his face.

"Legolas and Red are still not back, they do not answer their walkie-talkie. Last contact was yesterday before the sunset, they were still looking for Wanda." "Where exactly did you went for the supply run?" Y/N asked suddenly, looking at Wanda but before she could open her mouth, Tony interrupted, crossing his arms on his chest. "Why? It won’t help if another person gets lost in the forest and bow will not save you, Merida."

"First of all, a headshot is still headshot, even with bow. And second, I worked as a ranger, I know my way around these-" Y/N snapped back and stiffed as a voice from behind the group shouted, her mouth opened in shock. "We found a couple of footprints and bunch of dead bodies. Two sets of footprints left the place, one must have been Wanda’s." A very familiar man appeared between the trees, red head woman right beside him. "What are doing?" He asked as his eyes fell on the newest addition to the group, stopping in his tracks, same shocked expression on his face. "Y/N/N?" He whispered, taking a step back. A strange nasal noise, something between laugh and sob, escaped Y/N’s mouth, who took running towards her most important person in the world. "Clint." Y/N whispered as Clint hugged her, kissing the top of her head. She used to hate that but now, she just clung to him, to her brother she thought dead. A warm, small hand landed on her shoulder, peeping to her right, Natasha stood there, smiling, her eyes suspiciously shiny. Y/N tried to move towards her, finding it impossible to move.

"Clint," Y/N tapped his side, man not moving, even tightening his embrace. "Clint, I can’t breathe." Y/N gasped as he let go of her. She was immediately hugged by smaller woman, who squeezed her even more. "Nat." Y/N hugged back, so glad for her privilege of doing so, she knew Nat was not touchy-feely person, let alone a hugger.

"When the hugging party is over, can someone explain? Is Legolas and Katniss together ‘together’ or what?" Tony broke shocked silence, ignoring the jab in his rib by a blond woman next to him. Clearing his throat, Clint waved his hand to Y/N and Nat: "Guys, this is Y/N, my younger sister. Yes, that introvert sister who likes animals more than people-OW!" He exclaimed as Y/N kicked him in the back of his knee, making him tumble down.

"I’m not giving you back your bow, asshole." Y/N crossed her arms across her chest, people around them chuckling at stupid interaction. "Well, now we have another weirdo in this group. You will fit in this group of misfits. I’m Tony, Stark." Tony stepped up and finally introduced himself and others. Strawberry blond woman was his wife, Pepper Potts, who smiled at you kindly. Other unknown was Bruce Banner, nervous looking man who was currently disinfecting Wanda’s ankle, and Sam Wilson, the pleasant of the trio, Bucky Barnes being the careful and broody one and Steve Rogers, the polite one, if you are not seen as a threat.

Night came sooner than Y/N expected. Getting Wanda to her group, fighting with Bucky and Steve for her weapons and finding out her brother was alive took a lot of energy from her and she found herself doing something she never did before: nodding off among relatively unknown people. Sure, now that Clint was there, she remembered his stories with his cop buddies, his patrols with Nat and Sam, the constant war between Bucky and Sam and Steve, being the proper police captain, trying to make them stop and immediately being sassed by Tony, who worked as forensic scientist, often accompanied by Bruce, medical examiner. From their late-night calls, she knew them but meeting them in person, her social insecurities tended to make her seem cold, uninterested while her insides were in turmoil. And yet, sitting in the circle around the fire, she felt calm. For the rest of the day, Clint followed her like a puppy, her assuring falling on deaf ears (I’m sorry). Clint was always protective of Y/N, even after teaching her fight and shoot.

"Where have you been when this all started, Y/N?" Nat asked, question silencing the conversations around. Sudden silence made her nervous and shifted her weight on the log she sat on. "At the farm, I was getting ready for work. I had no idea what was happening, when a family of three banged on the door, their kid was bitten. I should have known something was wrong, Kiki was going crazy outside." Y/N answered, her stomach churning at the memory of a married couple and their small daughter, who laid in father’s arms, unconscious, blood soaking through pink dress with cloudy pattern, ripped on her side with hideous bite mark. "Who is Kiki?" Tony asked as he sat on the ground, disassembled gun in front of him. 

"Y/N’s favorite sheep." Clint answered, watching the crackling fire. His voice was dull, distant. He already knew the horrors his sister have witnessed, while others seen her face unchanging, he could see the pale color on her face, her hands now clenched in fists non-stop. Y/N was strong, he knew that but more she tried to put distance between her and reality, more affected she became, guilt and pain consuming her from within, never sharing her worries and thoughts, hiding them behind sarcasm and coldness. 

"They were in shock, couldn’t tell me what happened. I went for a first aid kit when kid changed. Her father had his head right next to her, I just heard the screams when I came around. Father changed quickly and the woman just sat there, looking at them and screamed. I couldn’t move her." Y/N balled her hands, wanting nothing more than to push them in her eyes, to try pushing the images out of her head with brute force. "I only grabbed the bow by the back door and my backpack and got out. I didn’t even notice when other infected got close to the house, suddenly, they were there. And so I ran." She finished, silence was deafening as they processed what they heard.

Looking across the fire, Steve was watching Y/N. He could read between the line and her expressions, her seemingly expressionless face was same as Bucky’s when he didn’t want to talk about his time in Iraq, beneath the surface boiled pain, insecurity and self-loathing. The woman in front of him was tough, her stubbornness and spunk rivaled those war veterans he met and yet, there was something vulnerable about her. The way she let others talk, how she kept her eyes trailed down on the ground and small gestures towards Clint and Nat to assure them, both acting like her older siblings. She’s been hurt, she has seen things that made her wary of others. 

"How does night watch work here? Two people are on lookout whole night or do you rotate after few hours?" Y/N asked as she reached into her bag, pulling out a bag of beef jerky, passing it around, punching Clint in the ribs when he hogged almost half to himself. "One person is enough, they wake next lookout after few hours. Every night different lookout." Clint said with his mouth full which earned him a scolding look from Steve and a laugh from Bucky when he choked on a water which sprayed out of his nose. Y/N and Nat shook their heads, occasional piggy-manners no longer made them react, only Y/N smacked his back a few times, eliciting a moan of pain from Clint. 

"In that case, I can take first half of the night." Several people opened their mouth to oppose when Nat scowled, forcing a silence to fall. "Let her, she wouldn’t fall asleep for a few hours either way." 

"But I want my quiver back." She looked at Bucky who rolled his eyes and reached behind him, throwing her weapons carefully. "I think this is the cue to hit the night, all of you." Pepper stood up and silenced Tony who seemed not ready to do so. 

Sleeping arrangements were not most comfortable. Beds for men consisted of layered up clothes in a circle around the fire, Wanda and Pepper getting only two rolled-up sleeping mats and climbed the small tree-house. All supplies they had now consisted of what they found on their escape from the city or what they had on them.

Y/N sat by the fire, poking burning logs with a stick. It took a while for everyone to lay down, they were noisy, conversations were dying down and flaring up again, just to be shushed by the people next to them, occasional groans and giggles escaping. Y/N was surprised, despite the situation they were in, ‘Avengers’, how Clint jokingly called them, referring the time when they relentlessly chased and destroyed biggest drug cartel called Hydra, behaved like a kids on a school trip, not like most feared and efficient police team in state. Tranquility finally fell when Y/N stood up and looked around. The clearing where group was camping was in a good spot, an uneven circle was blocked from south by big rocks, making it impossible to go on them without making ruckus or breaking a leg between the gaps in the rocks. Eastern and western side was a clean space, trees growing sparsely, Y/N would see and hear anyone or anything, would they try to sneak up on them, dry leaves littering the soil preventing of doing so. That left her with north, trees growing bit thicker, giving her a good spot to perch herself, easily looking over the sleeping group, tree-house and the darkness that lurked outside the warm light of the campfire. Stepping softly between sleeping bodies, Y/N bent down to pick up her bottle when a hand gripped her wrist. A strange strangled sight slipped past her lips as her knees buckled, her face now close to Steve’s, his shocked eyes almost shining in the shadows.

"What the Hell are you doing?" Y/N hissed, her heart beating somewhere in her throat, face slightly pink, which she hoped will passed unnoticed sue lack of light. She thought he was asleep already, as his eyes were closed, breath steady and face still. She couldn’t help but notice tall man that have sat opposite of her. When he was not scowling at her with gun in his hand, his face was handsome. But the attraction went beyond that as she saw him interact with others, the way he joked with Bucky and Sam for one minute and the other he was serious captain, the leader that had no intention of losing anymore of his people. He was pulling her eyes to him, his serious face while planning what to do next, his kind face when he talked to Pepper or Wanda when the fear or nervousness got the best of them, even his embarrassed face when Nat whispered something to him, his face turning pink. 

"Sorry." Steve whispered, his thumb unconsciously stroking the soft skin inside of Y/N’s wrist soothingly, she could feel the warmth spread on her cheeks and ears, hoping the darkness around them is enough to hide it. "Just wanted to say to wake me up when it’s time to switch. It’s my turn today." Somehow, Y/N doubted it was his turn, eyeing the dark circles under his eyes that seemed almost inked on the skin. Y/N nodded her head, ignoring the wrinkles forming on his forehead on dodgy answer and stood up. She felt his curious eyes on her back as she went up to the tree and began climbing quickly as a squirrel, soon sitting on a thick branch, one leg bend in the knee, back pressed against the rough bark, scratchy feeling putting her on ease.

Night was dragging on but Y/N didn’t mind. It gave her time, time to think of what happened, what could possibly happen next, forcing her thoughts not to go apeshit negative. Forest was calm, fortunately, no living beings appeared, just occasional ruffles of leaves from small animals disturbed the peace of silence. To keep anything bigger away, Y/N had to keep the fire burning. She was surprised she hadn’t waken up anybody as she shuffled around them, pushing wooden locks around the pit to make criss-cross pattern to keep fire burning as long as she could. 

Drowsiness finally took over when the sky began to show first signs of dawn. Running her hand down tired face, Y/N climbed down, her muscles quickly turning stiff. Yelping in surprise when a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, she whipped her body around, swinging her fist in drilled instinct. Her eyes widened at the sight of Steve, who had a strict look on his face, but she couldn’t stop the punch as it connected. Thankfully, not with his face but a palm of his hand, as he caught her hand and pressed her in the tree with his weight, stopping her knee from shooting towards the place where sun doesn’t shine.

"Can you stop sneaking up on me?" Pinned woman snapped, ignoring the knot forming in her stomach. He was closer to her than any man for a long time and her reaction towards him scared her. His stupidly handsome face was close to hers, he was towering above her even when he was bending down a little, the look in his eyes almost… feral. He smelt… like a man, obviously but the smell of dirt, sweat and a hint of leather made Y/N’s hair stand on the back of her neck and her mouth dry.-

"I said to wake me when it’s time. That was three hours ago." Steve said, his voice low,  his hand still gripping hers as he raised them above her head, breath hitching in her throat.

‘Pull yourself together.’ Y/N reprimanded herself as she blinked fast, trying very hard not to look down. "I was not that tired yet and it’s calm either way. And I was on my way to wake you up now." Y/N retorted and tried to push him away discreetly but it was like trying to push again the wall. 

"There is a reason we set some rules, if we all start to ignore them, chaos will take over and that usually means people get hurt." Steve answered, either ignoring or not noticing Y/N’s growing tension. "Okay, I’m sorry." Y/N lowered her gaze, the authority and reason in Steve’s voice too strong to ignore. Heat flooded Y/N’s cheeks as his hand raised her head up to him. "I didn’t hear you, Y/N." His eyes were of that dark blue color and the way he said her name made Y/N panic.

"I said I’m sorry. Can I go sleep now?" She squeezed out of herself, looking in those damn eyes that were so darn hypnotizing. Her high-pitched squeak snapped Steve of his trance and he felt his face turn pink. His hand let go of hers and stepped back from her, giving her chance to slip past him from little cage he put her in. It has been a while since he let himself slip, Barton’s younger sister did things to him he hadn’t felt for a long time, her strong manners hiding her vulnerable, kind soul made him want to strip that façade down. ‘Calm down, Rogers, it’s Clint’s younger sister. Stop it or you will get an arrow in the eye.’ He coughed and looked at the smaller woman, who seemed to wait for just one word to bail. She noticed, she felt that side of him just now, her eyes appearing bigger as they looked everywhere but not in his eyes. "Of course, sorry for making you wait. Sleep tight, Barton." ‘So suddenly it’s Barton. Very smooth, Rogers.’ Steve said, forcing his sight from her flushed face, looking around the camp, his heart skipping a beat when he noticed a smirk on Natasha’s seemingly sleeping face. 

Muttering quick good night, Y/N almost sprinted towards her sleeping bag she hogged to herself. Her legs felt like a jelly, even trembled like one. The place where Steve’s hand gripped her wrist was on fire and still was nothing compared to the feeling in her stomach and southern regions. Y/N seldomly reacted so strongly to close proximity of men but the warmth, the smell and the dominance that lurked behind that calm face made her breathless, her heart beating so hard even snoring Clint must’ve heard it.

In her hurry to lay down the sleeping bag between Nat and Clint, Y/N failed to notice a smirk on Nat’s face, her green eyes slightly open, mischievous spark hidden in the light of sunrise, closely watching her friend laying down while other stood guard by the same tree, blue eyes watching her every move.

A series of giggles pulled Y/N slowly out of her sleep, her ears registered a single shushing sound, followed by more, louder giggles. She was hot, no, she was almost swimming in sweat and her body was heavy, she couldn’t move her arms and legs. She started to wiggle, her attempt to shake free met with only more laughter. A light erupted from behind her closed eyes, making her wince and open her eyes, just a small gap. There were two sets of boots just in front of her, one boot moved back and somebody kneeled next to her. It was Steve, his face was bright from the sunlight that shone on his face, amused look on his face as his hand softly pushed the hair out of Y/N’s eyes. 

"You okay there, Barton? Do you need help?" He asked, smiling at sleepy, dumb-founded face. "What?" She asked, her voice raspy and dull, trying to wake up. "Why can’t I-?" She wiggled again and looked around, her eyes widening at the comical sight she and Clint offered. Sometime after she fell asleep, Clint rolled from his pile of clothes and on top of her, his body sprawled, pushing her body down into her sleeping mat. His leg was thrown over hers, trapping Y/N in her sleeping bag, cutting off any cool morning air that could reach her, slowly raising temperature causing her to sweat profusely. "Clint." Y/N groaned, wiggling one hand free and patted backwards, hitting his side, his groan made people around them burst into an open laugh, Y/N’s face burned at the image they must have made. "Clinton, get off me, you prick," she doubled her effort but dead weight of her brother was too much.

She turned to Steve, her face once again burning. ‘Number of times I have blushed in front of this man…’ She sighed in defeat and looked up, not noticing how his breath hitched: "Can you get him off, please? I’m hot."   ‘Yes, you are.’ Steve’s brain was boiling. His eyes was glued on the woman in front of him, helplessly lying on the ground with pleading eyes, making his thoughts crazy with indecent thoughts while his Neanderthal side of brain wanted to throw Clint away. ‘It’s her brother, Rogers, stop being an idiot.’ He growled at himself and forced his hands to roll Clint away, calmly. God, what that woman was doing to him. He hasn’t felt that way about a woman since Peggy and that being long time ago, his patience was thin, almost non-existant, just the manners his Ma tought him and respect towards Clint’s friendship hold him back from what Tony called aggressive courting. So his smile was visibly forced as he grabbed Y/N by her hands and stood her up, the muscles tensing as he caught her smell, subtle sweet scent of mint and soil and sweat. 

"Whaaa…" Clint whined on the ground, covering his eyes in the crook of his inner elbow. Crouching down next to him, Nat ripped the mat from underneath him, nudging him in the side with her foot. "Get up, Clint, we will not pack your things while you snore and bother Y/N." She nudged again, smirking at the whining sound Clint eluded. "Y/N slept too and you are not kicking her." He complained as he threw his stuff around like a pouting kid, earning a slap on the head from passing-by Bucky. 

"She had a night-watch, birdbrain. What’s your excuse again?" Tony sassed him, pushing his little tinkering set in his bag. "My heart and soul was with her all night long." "Heart and soul my ass." Clint rubbed his head, "I want my coffee." Muttering under his breath, he noticed Y/N still standing, with absent-minded face. "Earth to Y/N, sit your ass down and start packing." "What? Oh, yea, sure." Y/N flinched and started packing, wiping the lack of sleep from her eyes. "Clint, how did you get out of the city?" She asked. Army and law enforcement were usually called in first to the very epicenter and with the number of bodies, littering the neighborhood streets, it must have been a Hell on Earth. 

Stopping for a minute, Clint‘s eyes glazed over, getting lost in the past. "We got out because of Rogers and Stark. Even whole police department and army couldn’t stop the infected, they changed too fast. We were almost instantly overwhelmed but as soon as most of the civilians got out, Steve ordered to fall back. Thanks to Stark and his cameras, he got us out of the city without meeting some huge resistance." He rolled Y/N’s mat bit more aggressive, punching it to make it slip in it’s cover. "We still lost a lots of our people. Hill, Fury, whole Alpha and Omega team, we saw them get down and up again." His voice was strained, hands balled into fists, knuckled turning white from the tight grip. Without missing a heartbeat, Y/N pulls Clint to her side, ignoring the stare she felt from Nat or whoever was behind and pressed her cheek on top of his head. She knew Fury too but he was not as much of a father figure to her as he was to Clint. "Nat and I tried to get to him and Hill but…"

"Clint. It’s okay. Do you know what Fury would say on that, risking your life carelessly?” "It would be a stupid-ass decision." Clint’s voice intertwined with other, Nat kneeling next to Y/N, the light in her eyes dull, eyes rimmed red. She positioned her body the way that nobody but Y/N and Clint saw her hand squeezing Y/N’s for a second, sending a quick thought for her friends. They both took a second to collect themselves, Clint cracking his knuckles as Nat checked her gun.

After a short peptalk from Steve and some less serious quirks from Tony about their next moves, group was on the move again. If the situation wouldn’t be so grave, it would be almost funny to Y/N: Avengers were certainly not good at sticking together. Soon, Tony and Bruce fell behind the group, both arguing about the virus or whatever caused the outbreak, throwing around words like: patient zero and incubation period. Wanda stuck to Bucky and Sam, who were leading the group, bickering above the map they both held, occasional shoulder push followed with a hiss or a certain finger raised. Clint and Nat disappeared somewhere but nobody worried that much, both could track and Nat would make sure Clint wouldn’t do anything too stupid. 

That left Y/N and Steve, walking in silence. Y/N felt the eyes burying in her back as she walked a few steps ahead of tall Captain, trying her hardest not to quicken her steps. Short hair on the back of her neck stood, the feeling of being watched like a prey was making her nervous and yet, everytime she glanced back, his face was calm and collected, sometimes starting a pointless little talk about weather, their next best possible camp or if she is not tired or thirsty. He was getting under her skin, not even a full day after he pointed his gun at her, low-key threating to shoot her. She felt the pull, that morning when he surprised her by the tree, or when he helped her get Clint off of her. 

Y/N’s mind wondered to the latter, remembering how Steve picked her up, his hands firm on her hip and other hand on the small of her back. Sure, she was sleepy but there was undeniably possessive aura around him for a second, his sky blue eyes turned stormy blue with supressed emotion Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on. The sound around them seemed to stop when his stare shifted from her eyes to her lips, leaving her breathless. And suddenly he let go, Bucky passing by slapping Clint’s head brought her back, knees wobbly, her mind desperately trying to think of something else than the raw need she saw flashing through Captain’s eyes, the need she felt in her lower stomach.

“Don’t!” Y/N thought, shaking her head, “This is no time for stupid crushes. Concentrate on the situation you are in, stupid.” She berated herself and with a final tap on her cheek, that turned little harsher than she wanted, she pushed intruding thoughts and deep blue eyes out of her mind.

**Few days later**

"Okay, people, you know the drill. Stick together, keep low. Grab everything you deem necessary and we will meet here in two hours sharp.” Steve ordered to the people around him standing in pairs, Nat with Clint and Y/N with him.

Situation got desperate when Pepper fell ill and basic anti-inflammatory pills had no effect, driving Tony almost crazy. It took Bruce and Rogers almost two hours to dissuade him from going to city by himself, Bruce wrote bunch of possible meds for others to find, also adding quickly disappearing water to the list, due to high temperatures and no rain, only small pond nearby that was way too murky and muddy to be safe to drink from.

Mood got considerably worse, laughter and chatter reduced to almost nothing as Pepper coughed and somewhat distant, almost cold stare Y/N were giving to Steve did not go unnoticed. Her mind was focused on surviving and helping the group. So when Rogers asked for volunteers to the most possibly a death trip to the city, she didn’t hesitate to raise her hand, earning a scowl from Rogers, Nat and Clint Y/N ignored. Even Bucky and Sam were against the idea but were shot down with her reasoning. After all, she alone, even with help of Tony, wouldn’t be able to defend the camp if infected were to attack. 

And so now, Y/N was kneeling down next to Rogers, Nat and Clint, city streets still littered with shredded, rotting bodies literally around the corner. Theoretically, their mission was simple. Find the nearest pharmacy, look for useful medicines, the best while not crossing path with no undead monsters. Practically… it was already doomed to be harder as street before them was already occupied with death on legs. 

“What now?” Nat asked, her face rid of any emotion, unlike Clint and Rogers who gritted their teeth at the sight of occasional dead cop walking around. “We could take them on, there is not that many of them,“ Clint suggested, “even without using any firearms.“

“That’s dumb idea.“ Y/N shook her head, interrupting blonde Captain. “We don’t know how they behave. What if half of the bodies that lies there are just in some dormant state, waiting for the sound to wake up? And how many can be inside of the stores and houses? We could easily go from ten freaks to hundred freaks.“

Steve raised his hand to silence everyone. “We don’t really have much of a choice. We need to get past this street and then split up to cover more ground.“ “Or, Clint and Nat can take first backalley and distract some of them. There should be fire escape ladder to the roof and avoid fight and give us enough space to get to the other side. You could check the shop nearby, it has that small overpriced pharmacy inside.” Y/N pointed towards the small backalley. It’s entrance was half-ass barricaded with debris and junk, it would offer a good hindrance to undead and no problem to jump over for Clint and Natasha. “We could go towards residential area and scan some smaller shops for first-aid kits.” With a slight hesitation, Y/N looked at Steve, giving him a chance to voice his opinion. 

“Shouldn’t we check the big mall right in front of us too?” He asked, with slightest sarcasm in the voice. “Where do you think most of the people went when the panic started? And how many of them died inside?” Y/N raised her brow, “that place must be a graveyard and I’m not risking that something will bite my ankle.”

“That’s fair.” He nodded, all snark gone, “okay, we have a plan. We meet just outside the city in an hour. If we are not here, wait for twenty minutes and then go back to camp.” He noticed three mouths opening, ready to backtalk. “That’s an order! We are not losing any more people!” He snapped, something dark flashing behind his blue eyes, shutting everyone up effectively, younger Barton and Nat visibly irritated.

Things went relatively well. Other two crossed over the barricade quickly, just a few undead trying to follow but too slow to actually keep up. Quickly signing they’re okay from afar, it was time for Y/N and Rogers to go, blowing into a full sprint while trying to not make a noise and Y/N found out she was not really that fast as she thought as she tried to keep up with Steve, losing quite miserably.   They were lucky, they crossed path with freaks only once but with kinda terrifying speed, Steve got rid of them, his knife stabbing fast, his irritation clear when he snapped a neck of one of the approaching undead. There was not much to do for Y/N only to keep up, hissing warning when some staggering corpse got too close. When two finally stopped, rows of houses spread before them. Tugging Y/N aside, Steve jumped over the short fence, slowly stalking over to the first house, front garden surprisingly clean, no dead bodies in sight, what couldn’t be said about the neighbour’s garden, three bodies lying there, rotting in the hot sun. 

Inside of the house was not pristine clean anymore, blood spills and marks covering the walls, bloody footprints leading towards the back alerted Y/N and Steve into a fighting stance once more just as a thump and a moan from the kitchen sounded, painfully loud in almost soundless world. Sneaking towards the sound, another gruesome sight waited for them. As if the scene from Evil Dead franchise, a corpse half laid-half sat by the counter one hand cuffed to the lower cupboard, a meat cleaver covered in dried blood was next to it, forgotten when death claimed another victim, other hand half-sawn off, sickly green skin covered by festering bite marks. Almost every part of the lower body was gone as another undead monster crouched down munching on the dead meat, oblivious to two new possible victims. With pained expression, Y/N quickly grabbed feeding monster by the back of the shirt and yanked sideways, her military knife striking the skull quickly, killing the abomination. Sitting back on her heels, Y/N turned her head towards shocked Steve, inhaling, she opened her mouth but screeched instead when cold, wet hand clutched her shoulder.

Poorly balanced position Y/N was in caused her legs to buckle, her back slamming with a disgusting splotch into messy, bloody remains of now alive corpse’s lower stomach, twitching hand tangling in Y/N’s loose hair, using it to pull itself towards her, teeth clatting in desperate need to spread the infection. "Y/N!" Steve shouted and rushed to her side, young woman struggling from being bit, pushing both hands in creeper's face, panic clogging her throat from screaming. A strong muscular hand sneaked around her middle and yanked backwards, her back slamming into sturdy chest as Steve stabbed undead, it's hold releasing instantly. Backing a few steps back and falling down, Y/N landed in Steve's lap, panic and shock still overpowering her senses, making her squirm and try to get away.

"Shhh, it's okay. Y/N," Steve cooed, dropping his knife and put his hand at Y/N's forehead, turning her face to side and push it under his chin, "Y/N, look at me doll. You are alright. Listen to my heartbeat." His words slowly pushed through the haze in Y/N's mind as he felt her hold her breath, ear pushed in his chest and hand scrunching the shirt on his left arm. After agonizingly slow minute, Y/N looked up, her Y/E/C eyes boring in his blue ones. "You okay?" Steve asked, cupping her cheek in gentliest way possible. For a second, Steve thought he saw her eyes flicker to his lips but before he could react, Y/N pushed herself up. "Yeah," Y/N cringed at her raspy voice, "thank you. I didn't expect it to be still alive." She wobbled a little and ignored how Steve jumped up and reached for her, her eyes glued at his front. The front of his grey shirt was drenched in dark blood, now she realised her back was soaking wet and her hair felt dirty from being touched by undead's rotting skin. "We should find some new shirts for us and quickly search this place. We don't have much time." Nodding his head, Steve picked up both knives and carefully headed upstairs, tapping the handle on a few doors, waiting to hear a growl or other sign of 'life'. They were lucky, no other infected was inside and some spare clothes were thrown around the bedroom, as if previous residents tried to pack in hurry, unsure what to pack. "Did I do something?" Steve asked as he took off his shirt, his back turned to Y/N, who followed his lead and quickly discarded her ruined shirt, catching her out of guard with sudden question. 

"Sorry?" She asked turning around, catching a glimpse of muscular back disappearing under new black shirt that was a size too small. Distracted by the sight, she didn't notice when Steve turned around and stepped closer, his calloused hand under her chin snapped her back. Once again, the feeling of being trapped seized in as she noticed his blue eyes darkening, like a mouse looking in cobra’s eyes, hypnotized, tiny voice, voice of reason, telling her to step back or push him away, silenced by gray haze that seeped in her brain. Steve's face was stern and yet soft, dominant aura around him told her he will not accept lies or simple distraction, his blue eyes burrowing in her soul, baring her to him.

His voice was octave lower, sending shivers creeping up her back. "You keep your distance from me. You barely look me in the eyes. And I know you feel something too." He took a step closer and now he was impossibly close and brought his hand on Y/N's throat, his thumb caressing her pulse, from his fingertips, what felt like electric pulses quickened her heartbeat and blood rushed in her cheeks. "So," he bent down a little, their faces on the same level, "what is going through that head of yours, Barton?"

You couldn't do it, you couldn't lie anymore, not when deep in his eyes, you saw lust, need, but also something very fragile and soft. "I'm afraid." Y/N answered, her voice coming out as a soft whisper. "I'm afraid to lose any more people." Her whole body shuddered when Steve's eyes softened and his thumb stroked the soft skin of her cheek. "Creating a bond, caring about another person in this kind world, it's like waiting for something inevitably wrong to happen, to either me, or you or anybody else. I already worry about Clint and Nat and everybody back at the camp. I can't-" Y/N voice broke and she took a step back, wiping away unshed tears with the back of her hand. "This is not time and place to discuss this. We should move on."

Opening the door to the bathroom, Steve looks back at Y/N, his face set with determination. “When we get back, we will continue.” Not waiting for any response, his demeanor changed into one of a Captain and went inside, the creaking of cabinet doors was only thing Y/N heard. Taking a deep breath, Y/N fell on her knees beside the bed, lifting the covers to look beneath it. She couldn’t help the small victory smirk when she heard an irritated sigh from bathroom as she reached for bright red first aid-kit, put on the stack of books. YN smiled softly as she opened the kit, revealing brand new packages of band aids, bandages, some antiseptic wipes, hermetically sealed and among the basic painkillers, a pills of Tramadol, one of Bruce’s top choices. It was hard to believe they hit the mark at first try but Y/N knew better than to ponder about if’s and when’s.

“Got something.” She called and proudly shown her treasure to Steve, who carried more bandages, one bottle of Advil and Hydrogen Peroxide. “It’s a good start but we still have time to look for more. Let’s hope Nat and Clint had better luck.” Y/N stuck the kit in her backpack.

“We still have half an hour left. If we hurry, we can cover bigger part of the neighborhood.” Steve took Y/N’s bag unconsciously, slinging it over his shoulder, handing her his empty bag, making Y/N roll her eyes and blush slightly at the same time. Rolling because it made her feel underestimated again, latter for the ‘gentlemanliness’, the softness Y/N was not shown that often.

Luck was once again on their side as those few freaks that roamed the street didn’t notice them and some of the houses were almost untouched, clearly abandoned in haste as the first one. Leaving the last house, Y/N and Steve both carried some canned food, more bottled water, bandages and disinfectants. As much they were calmer now they had what they wanted, they still had to go back and Y/N’s mind was occupied with thought of Clint and Nat, worried about them, even thought they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. They were like a siblings to her, well, Clint literally and mere thought of losing either of them made her stomach churn painfully. 

“We have all we need. I’m sure Barton and Romanoff also found something useful.” Steve looked around, taking in the area around, assessing the best way to go back without drawing the attention to them. They were quite far from ‘rendezvous point’ and he worried about Y/N, woman beside him growing more and more nervous, checking her watch every two minutes, her muscles twitching the second they stopped moving. He didn’t want her here, out in the open in danger zone, not after what happened in the first house, the possessiveness he didn’t know he had in himself growing stronger each minute.

"Hey, they are okay. They will either wait for us the or back in the camp." Steve clasped his hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying his best to give her reassuring smile. Nodding her head, Y/N flashed a clearly fake smile and gripped the door handle, creaking the door slightly open, more than ready to make sure of Clint's safety with her own eyes. 

"Dammit!" Y/N hissed peeping outside, seeing the number of freaks multiplied a bit, some now staggering around the lawn and front porch and as if that wasn't enough, sun was slowly setting down, casting the street in deep shades of orange and red, adding to the horror atmosphere. "We can't fight through all of them, we will have to outrun them." She mumbled as she closed the door again, feeling Steve's broad chest almost flush against her back as he peeked through the small window next to her, his hot breath fanning over the nape of her neck.

"We are much faster than them, even jogging should do the trick. We can't tire ourselves in the long run right at the beginning." He whispered in her ear and Y/N couldn't help but shudder at the feeling. Ever since she confessed her worries, spilling her fears and vulnerabilities to Steve, Y/N reacted to his presence, always aware of his closeness, aware how much closer he was keeping to her, supporting hand on the small of her back, his eyes trailing her movements, watching her like a hawk, ready to lend a helping hand.  

‘Focus, Y/N. First, get back to camp alive,’ Y/N stopped her rampaging thoughts, ‘he wants to talk later, you can panic then.’ She shook her head slightly and strapped the bag on her back tightly also around her stomach and chest, leaving her hands free for defense. 

"Let's get this over with." Y/N clenched her jaw, readying herself for a long run, Steve nodding his head, raising three fingers in short countdown. "Three." Exhaling, Y/N gripped the door handle again, slowly pushing it down. "Two." Steve gave Y/N one last look with determined face. "One." Y/N really hated this new world.

***********

"You are back!" Tony exclaimed, hastily getting up, barreling towards his friend, almost sending Bruce flying, who sat next to Pepper, who looked more was passed out than conscious, only her blinking eyes showing her struggle. Abruptly stopping, Tony looked at the coming group, raising his eyebrow: “Do I want to know what happened?”

Run back was not fun by any means, especially for Y/N. Just as Steve predicted, outrunning the staggering monsters was easy but the anxiety Y/N was feeling worsened with each step, reaching it’s peak when two arrived at the meeting point and Clint and Nat was nowhere to be seen, making Y/N sprint forward, only to yelp in surprise as Clint Natasha jumped from behind the big tree, knife in hand, her foot quickly stretching forward. Shock and fright causing Y/N’s reaction to slow, her own foot tripping over Nat’s, sending her down on the dirt, face-planting in small puddle, maybe only one in the whole forest which was rustling with dryness. 

All sounds of life around them seemed to cease as Y/N slowly get up on her four limps, mud and water covering her whole face. Dripping down her neck and staining the new shirt, Y/N turned her head around, her eyes almost dead when they landed on shocked faces of her three companions, who just stood there almost motionless, only Clint’s shoulders showing a slight shaking which turned into full-blown snorting when his sister opened her mouth, pieces of mud and clamps of grass rolling out. 

At this point, Y/N felt dead inside as she stood in the middle of the dark camp with dried up mud on her face, counting how many times she made a fool out of herself ever since she met the blue-eyed captain. In the corner of her eye, she noticed Bucky and Sam almost crying from laughter, discreetly sending them middle finger which even worsened the situation. 

"I'm going to wash myself." Y/N muttered, turning to grinning Wanda, who handed her her spare shirt. BY the time they got back, sun has set and the forest around them was dark and mysterious but the need to clean up was stronger. Looking over her shoulder, Steve was crouching next to Tony, Bruce and Pepper, taking out found medicine, Clint and Nat handing out the bottles of water they found. "I'll holler if something happens." "Holler if you need help washing your back." Sam whistled after her and laughed at Y/N's face, both completely oblivious to Steve's clenched jaw and hard eyes, drilling a hole in his friends head. 

Pond was not even two minutes walk away, area around secured with strings with attached pieces of cans, softly clanging in the breeze. Being this dirty, even slightly murky water felt divine, it's coldness refreshing Y/N's mind but reminding her just how tired and tense her body is, after all the running and her close encounter with death. Y/N shuddered remembering and abandoned washing the shirt, straight diving into the pond, scrubbing roughly at her skin, groaning at the memory of unnaturally cold and soft hand gripping the nape of her neck. A snap of a twig brought Y/N's mind back to reality as she turned and crouched down until the surface of the water reached just under her clavicles. "Wanda?" Y/N called out, squinting in the darkness that surrounded her. 

"Sorry, it's me. I came to check on you, you are gone for a long time." Steve stepped from behind the tree, his eyes trained up on the outline of the moon. "I heard a splash then you groaned, I got worried." 

"No, I just remembered that first house." Y/N trudged slowly towards him, still keeping everything hidden even if he were to look. Silence stretched between and despite the warm breeze, cool water started to seep in Y/N's bones, feeling goosebumps erupt all over her body, shaking like a leaf. " Can you turn around or go back behind the tree? I kinda wanna, you know...." Y/N's clanking teeth didn't escape Steve's attention as he quickly turned and mutter a quiet apology. Splashing behind him was tempting him to take a peek, the image of Y/N in the water reminded him of the stories his Ma told him when he was little, of women born in the water, nymphs, beautiful creatures that bathed in the light of the moon, taking their beauty and power from it's soft glow. That is how Y/N looked there, her wet hair plastered to her face, pale shine on her skin making her look out of this world. 

Clenching his jaw, Steve shift his feet, discreetly trying to ease the slightly tightening pants, the sound of the fabric brushing against the skin painfully loud in the forest stillness. Focusing on his breath, Steve failed to notice Y/N trudging towards him, wet washed clothes hanging on her hand. "You look horrible. I think you need a good sleep without being on a watch tonight." Y/N stood beside him, her big eyes, glossy from exhaustion trained on him.

"Yeah," Steve cough, looking down on slightly smaller woman, "we both need that. It was a long day."

"Mmmhm, but I'm glad we found what we needed. We did good." Y/N smiled at the image she saw before exiting the camp: Pepper swallowing the pills with some newfound strength, Tony kissing her temple, holding the bottle to her lips as Bruce nearby started sorting out all the pills and medicines. Raising her eyes to Steve's, Y/N gave him the brightest smile, tired lines on her face and dark circles beneath her eyes seemingly disappearing: "We will make it. We will survive this together. Everything-"

She doesn't get to tell him everything will be okay as she got spun around and lifted in the air, her back suddenly pressed against the bark of a tree, Steve's lips pressed tightly in hers, making her moan in surprise. Guttural sound allowed Steve to lick her lower lip and slip inside, gently proding at her tongue. His hand were on her thighs and one muscular thigh between her legs, keeping her boisted up. With a wet squelch, Y/N's clothes fell on the dusty ground as she wrapped her arm around his neck, other one cupping his bearded cheek, feeling of cold water forgotten as now her skin was flaming hot with each swirl of Steve's tongue, making her shudder stronger and stronger, whimper leaving her lips as Steve pressed his body tighter to hers, trapping her between him and the tree as his hand left her hips and grabbed her own hands, raising them above her head, locking them in his one big palm.

"Steve-" Y/N gasped in Steve's mouth, gulping at the air as his lips traveled south, peppering her chin and throat with kisses and gentle bites, his hand squeezing her side, his thumb caressing the skin on her hip bone, sending molten lava in her Y/N's stomach.

"Steve." This time Y/N's voice was stronger as she wiggled her hips in attempt to snap him out of his mission to explore her body, but the movement only made her aware of the situation in his pants, blood rushed to Y/N's face furiously. "Steve,stop." She whispered in Steve's ears, her voice purposely low and hoarse. 

That did the trick as he froze, slowly looking up, his eyes rid of almost all the blue, pupils blown in big black orbs with all the emotions seeping through. "We wanted to talk, Rogers. Calm down, I'm not going anywhere." Y/N breathed in his ear, feeling the shiver run through his body, power she had over this man made Y/N bite her lip. " We have all the time now to talk. I'm not going to run anymore." She slipped her hand out of his grip and cupped his cheek again, her thumb on his lower lip. "Let me down." Almost immediately, Steve lowered her down, sliding along with her as Y/N's legs gave out, her back still pressed into the bark of the tree but still basically sitting in Steve's lap.

"Sorry." He murmured, his warm breath fanning Y/N's face. "I just can't- the pull I feel towards you. I'm sorry for rushing this." His eyes, still clouded and yet so sincere made Y/N lean over and press a kiss in the corner of his mouth. "Shh, it's okay. I didn't make it exactly easy for you, did I?" Y/N laughed out quietly. "We Bartons are horrible at these feelings things." She nuzzled her nose to his. 

"I can leave right now if I make you uncomfortable." Steve tried to get up, only to be dragged back down by Y/N who looked in panic. 

"No! I'm sorry, it just- just give me a minute to collect my thoughts." She said, vulnerability taking over her features, making Steve kiss her forehead and then both eyelids.

"What you said back in the house, about losing people you care about-I understand that." Steve squeezed Y/N's side. "I too, don't want to feel it again but feeling nothing and then blame myself later, I don't want that too. That pain, those feelings makes us alive, they are what differentiate us from them. I like you. I know it's early but I do."

Y/N lips trembled and tears pooled in her eyes. "You can't promise me you will be alright. We don't know what will be in three days. I already care too much, I'm afraid. I don't want to lose you." Y/N pressed herself against Steve's chest, her words proof just how much she really cares. "I like you too."

Kissing the top of Y/N's head, he muttered to himself, "To live is to suffer," and smiled as he felt Y/N's hand sneak around his middle, finishing the thought: "To survive is to find some meaning to the suffering."

It would be a lie to say Y/N wasn't afraid, or nervous, tense. In her life, seven new people appeared who took place in her heart, which, with Clint and Nat already there, felt too full at the time. Love in the world of death is risky and painful, leaving you both vulnerable and strong, protective and forgiving.   But love is worth of all the pain and you just have to find the right people to accept it.

The End

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Logically Speaking: Five

Thor stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Natasha had been called away and so she’d given him her “Rookie Duty”. Not that he minded. He found you fascinating. He could sense depth in you. Pain. 

Something no one else apparently noticed until you reached your current state. He knew it well, even if he couldn’t indulge in it. He was no stranger to grief. Or insecurity. Thor watched with interest as you worked. Hands proficient in caring for others, he noticed. But so clumsy holding any sort of weapon. 

It was like handing a frying pan to a house cat, handing you a gun. Your first instinct was to mend, not rend into pieces. You would hesitate until the last moment. Until you were laying dead on the floor before you would harm another living soul intentionally.

He still remembered the terrified look on your face when you’d thrown him backward through the glass. It had been a force. A strong one. Like a hammer to his chest. But it hadn’t hurt. You hadn’t meant to hurt him. Just make him not touch you. At first, he’d thought it a joke. Until he’d seen you looking hunted and scared, backing away from them like you expected retribution. Thor knew you were a grown Midgardian. A fully formed woman. But in that moment, you were just a kid. A scared and shaken kid. He didn’t know how anyone could think you a terrorist. A monster. You were better suited to fluffy blankets and hot tea than plots and coups. 

The god cleared his throat quietly to announce his presence and edged into the kitchen slowly, all too aware that you didn’t want this. “Lady Y/N,” he said with a smiled when you glanced up, “How did you fair last night?” You half shrug and slide him a plate. It’s chicken, he thinks. And vegetables. The lion’s share of what you had cooked for yourself. “Fine I guess, you?” you answer, fixing your own plate. “I slept very well, thank you. So well, in fact, I slept longer than I had planned... I guess I was supposed to keep you company on your run.” You restrain an eye roll with difficulty and take an experimental bite of your meal.

It still doesn’t taste good. Nothing fucking tastes good right now and the only things you want you can’t get. “It’s fine, Thor,” you say, still not looking at him. You don’t say you want to be left alone. Or that you want to go home. You feel like a bug under glass and it’s uncomfortable. You don’t say that you’d rather everyone just go back to hating you. At least then they left you the fuck alone. “You are not fine,” Thor said gently. You shrug, “It’s this or jail, I guess.” Thor frowned, “You were proven innocent.” Another shrug and a half-hearted bite of lunch, “Not in the court of public opinion,” you say, “SHEILD did a pretty good job letting the media trash my reputation before they bothered to clear shit up.” You push your plate away and take a sip of water and Thor’s frown deepens. “That doesn’t seem very fair,” he said. You snort, “Par for the course, I think. Life’s a bitch and then you die.”

Thor really doesn’t like that. Even as the words leave your mouth, they don’t suit you. But he can see how you think you have no choice. You’re trapped in a life you hate with nothing left to go back to. “So,” he said softly, “What’s your plan in the meantime?” You shrug again, “Survive. Try not to get anyone killed. Get the fuck out.” He nods and chances patting your hand, “Not the worst plan,” he says. You sigh, “I thought so.” 

You start cleaning up and Thor picks up a towel to dry and put away. Letting you have quiet, careful not to push too hard. He sees a lot of Loki in you. The quiet and the watchful eyes. The sneaky humor. The need for approval while pretending you didn’t need it. He was willing to bet that prying and cajoling were the quickest ways to get shut out. He can tell you’d prefer he left you alone entirely, but he can’t seem to make himself do it. He follows you to your room a little like a puppy and settles himself on your couch while you work at your desk. He watches the shows in your Netflix queue and half watches you work on your computer. You seem to be paying bills and half-heartedly looking for a new job. Any job. Anything that isn’t this. He listens to rapid typing and nods. You were a worker. You worked to deal with the pressure. To have a sense of direction. Without a direction, you floundered. He nodded to himself. That was good to know. Valuable information. Something Stark would need to know for tomorrow. If Thor remembered correctly, tomorrow it was his turn. And hopefully Stark, or better yet Lady Pepper would have a solution.

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[kneedeepinfandoms]

unrequited ▪ peter parker x reader

summary: peter parker has been utterly infatuated with you since the day he saw you. But when he finally gathers enough courage to confess his feelings, he's left with a broken heart.

warnings: kinda sad peter? if thats even a warning....

a-n: i literally wrote this last night before i went to bed. so im sorry if it's quite shitty.

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Peter Parker sat at one of the many tables in Midtown High's cafeteria. His best friend Ned, was seated beside him going on about anything Star Wars related. While he himself dreamily stared across the lunch room and in the direction of a girl seated at the popular table. Her name was Y/n L/n and in Peter's eyes he thought that she was the definition of perfection.

He adored everything about her. Ranging from the way her long h/c hair flowed neatly down her back, how her bright e/c orbs sparkled in the sunlight which shone in through the windows, and the way she kept the cheerleading outfit she wore nice and neat. Peter was utterly and totally infatuated with the female a few tables away from himself and Ned.

Peter rested his elbow onto the lunch table, leaning into the palm of his hand as he continued to stare over at the beauty in front of him. Slightly zoning out, from whatever his best friend had been saying to him and a small smile adorning his features.

Soon noticing Peter's lack of interest in what was being said, Ned snapped his fingers in front of the male's face to catch his attention. Which resulted in the brown haired male to snap out of his daydream and turn back towards his best friend.

"Dude. just go ask her out already, it looks creepy with you just staring over there." Ned explained towards Peter, as he gestured towards the female across the room from themselves.

Peter's eyes widened at that however before stuttering a response to his best friend. "W-What? N-Ned.....i can't do that. W-What if she rejects me? w-what if---" He continued to ramble on with many different excuses with why someone as popular and perfect as Y/n could reject him. Ned rolled his eyes, before standing up and gently nudging his best friend in the direction of the lunch table occupied by a bunch of popular students.

"You can thank me later when your dating." Ned told Peter before walking out of the lunch room towards his next class.

Peter nervously walked up behind the h/c headed female he had been crushing on. His hands getting slightly clammy from the nerves he had right then, he could feel his cheeks heating up in the process. He was finally going to do it. He was finally going to ask out what he thought was the most beautiful girl in the entire world, heck possibly the entire universe even.

Tapping his shaking hand upon the girl's shoulder, he gulped quietly before speaking the words he's wanted to confess ever since he spotted the female for the first time. The very words that could possibly be requited in return or that could possibly embarrass him in front of the other watchful and curious gazes that lingered in his direction.

"H-Hi Y/N!" he managed to squeak out nervously. His hands playing with the corner of his jumper slightly. Then at the sound of her name being said, the female turned around to see who greeted her. Eyebrows furrowed, she confusingly looked at Peter once her eyes locked onto his figure standing behind her. Y/n replied back with a quick 'hi' before awaiting for what the brown haired nerd had wanted to speak to her for.

"U-um. I like you. L-like Like you. And wanted to k-know if you wanted to g-go out with me?" Peter stuttered out, his face heated up a lot more if it was even possible to go redder in the face. A part of him hoped that his feelings would be reciprocated, but then a smaller part of him was worried that he was going to be rejected and left with a broken heart. The h/c haired girl however was taken aback at first by the question he asked. Before she managed to regain her posture and reply to what had just been said.

"Listen. uh....Peter. You're cute and all but i don't like you, like that. I'm sorry." Y/n told the boy, setting one of her small hands upon one of his shoulders. Her face displaying a pitying look to him, before she got up with her friends and walked away.

It took a minute for Peter to comprehend what his crush's answer was. But when he did, he felt like his heart had broken into millions of small pieces. Like a million knives stabbed into his heart. His entire fear of rejection had just come true and the pain of it hurt him. Peter felt like a complete fool to listening to Ned, who told him that he needed to confess his feelings and ask out his crush. And look where that got him. Heartbroken. It got him Heartbroken.

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[kaylawritesfics]

Marvel: Fic Rec 1

A collection of marvel fics that I’ve recently read that I thought were really good!

march 28, 2021

| Avengers |

@ijustwant2write : That’s Just Wrong (Avengers x lesbian!reader)

‘coming out to the avengers as a lesbian who likes pineapple on pizza and they’re super taken back - not cos ur a lesbian but cos of ur pizza taste’

this one is a super cute coming out story i loved it so much

| Bucky Barnes |

@moteldwelling : good girl (bucky x fem!reader)

bucky and reader turn eachother on with pet names, and smut ensues. dirty talk, couch sex, praise kink. this sort of turned into dom!bucky idk it just happened LOL

@crispychrissy : Healing (1940s!bucky x nurse!reader)

Tasked with examining the injured soldiers that were liberated from the Hydra factory, one sergeant in particular gives you a run for your money.

this one is one of my favorites

@tuiccim : Almost Had Me Believing It (Series Masterlist) (bucky x reader)

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

this is one of my all time favorite bucky series

@imaginexmeintheuniverse : Dog Tags (bucky x reader)

For your Christmas drabbles, could you write Bucky gifting the reader his old dog tags?

@pinkettepoet : In Which She Knows That They Don’t Know (bucky x reader) (avengers x reader) part 2

could you write a buckyxreader/avengersxreader where they like all forget her bday bc there’s just been a lot of stuff going on so even though she’s kinda upset about it she doesn’t blame them and something happens and they all realize what day it is and they go all out to throw her a party and it’s just really fluffy and happy avengers family? Sorry it’s kinda long!

| Loki Laufeyson |

@angelkurenai : One Moment (Loki x reader)

You have found a way to undo the damage Thanos did and bring everyone you lost back, all of your loved ones or at least most of them. As you travel back in 2012, however, you run into someone who is far too familiar. Unable to let go, even after all these years, of the death of the man - or basically god - you loved so much you forget all about the mision and decide to have one more moment with the one who sacrificed his life to save yours out of love.

@beskar-tano : Just A Taste (Loki x reader)

On a brisk walk through Central Park, Loki tries earth’s hot chocolate for the very first time.

@obscure-imagines : Loki x Valkyrie!Reader

imagine: being a Valkyrie that Loki was always in love with and when you show up in Sakaar he’s really excited to see you again

loki fangirling over the valkyrie reader is my aesthetic

@gingerwritess : Loki x reader

I’ve got a question I’d love for you to answer, because I simply adore your characterization of Loki. What sort of nicknames do you think he’d call his s/o? Both the lovey-dovey ones and the playful mean ones

this is so soft i love it

@too-attached-to-fiction : A Night In The Gardens (Loki x reader)

#2: “It’s nearly midnight, what are you doing?”

@justeclipseblogs : Complicated (2012!loki x goddess!reader)

Based on Avengers (2012), where instead of Thor going after Loki - it’s Thor and his friend, Reader, who happens to be Loki’s… well, it’s complicated.

this is one of my favorite loki fics and i would love to see a part 2 to it

@yourfavouriterival : i will always love you; how i do (loki x reader)

@beskar-tano : Undying Fidelity (Loki x reader)

“I was just kind of hoping you’d y’know … fall in love with me.” + Loki Laufeyson Odinson

@jobean12-blog : A Smile In Bloom (loki x reader)

You and Loki bond over your mutual love for plants :)

@rorybutnotgilmore : Exist For Love (loki x reader)

Just some domestic baking and dancing with Loki.

| Natasha Romanoff |

@lethological-clara : Bikes and Bruises (natasha x reader)

Natasha teaches you how to ride a bike.

@saltybaltic : Downpour (natasha x reader)

Walking through the streets of New York you get caught in a torrential downpour and have to find cover

@saltybaltic : Save The Date (natasha x wife!reader)

On the day of your third wedding anniversary with Natasha, you realise that you’ve both been celebrating the wrong date

@saltybaltic : Cat Walk (natasha x reader)

Being friends with Natasha isn’t always easy, especially when you’re supposed to be helping her pick an outfit and you’re struggling to keep your mind out of the gutter.

gay panic

| Peter Parker |

@starshipsofstarlord : Screen Light (peter x reader

watching a movie does not always entail paying attention to it. However, there is innocence to the picture perfect distraction.

@baroquebucky : Truly, Madly, Deeply (peter x reader)

Truly, Madly, Deeply by One Direction with Peter Parker

one direction and peter parker is the perfect combo

@buckysbeloved : of sleep and safety (peter x reader)

in which peter parker slumps into your room exhausted and you have to try and get him into bed despite the height difference between you

| Pietro Maximoff |

@dem-obscure-imagines : Little Stark (Pietro x stark!reader)

Could you do an imagine of being Tony’s snarky sarcastic clever badass part-time Shield agent sister and Bruce’s best friend and therefore spends a lot of time in their lab while they’re your favorite people you are also brilliant, and therefore they also see Pietro always hanging around because he has a crush on you and Tony is protective big bro and everyone else just teases Pietro??

@helaintoloki : Meet The Family (Pietro Peter Maximoff x reader)

An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

This one is sweet with a touch of Westview darkness

| Pepper Potts |

@rae-is-typing : Mother’s Day (mom!pepper x stark!reader)

It’s Mother’s Day, and you surprise your step mom Pepper

| Steve Rogers |

@ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark : Why Do You Hate Me So Much? (steve x reader) (slight bucky x reader)

You spend your whole life loving Steve Rogers, unfortunately he can’t even spare a minute to love you.

i really want a part 2 to this one

| Thor Odinson |

@rae-is-typing : She’s Not Dying (platonic!thor x reader)

You have a cold, and Thor thinks you’re dying.

| Wanda Maximoff |

@cap-n-stuff : wanda maximoff x reader

Wanda x reader angst (like reader gets hurt or dies maybe idrk lmao)

@beskar-tano : wanda x reader comfort headcanons

[arrow-guy]

Urgent Care part 2/(??)

A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 2852

Warnings: None

Part 1

“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.

“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.

“Touche.”

“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.

“What?”

“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.

“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.

“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.

“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”

“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”

“Well, based on the fact that I'm trying to ignore the fact that I'm still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”

“Anthony will not be joining you, if that's what you're fishing for.”

I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can't get along, I'll never know.”

“It's because they're so incredibly alike that they can't come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”

“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They've known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn't like to be kept waiting.”

I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”

Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.

It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He's standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.

“Careful,” I warn. “You might crack the screen jabbing at it like that.”

Steve’s shoulders jump slightly, the only indication that I was able to startle him. He slowly looks around before catching sight of me and smiling sheepishly. “About time you got here. I thought you were going to bail on me there for a bit.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I’d just make you wait till you decided to just leave without me and suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere, and scare the crap out of you.”

“It seems like you’ve already done that.”

I smirk at him. “I rest my case.”

Steve rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is there anything you have to grab before we leave?”

“Yeah, just a sec.” I turn away from him and cup my hands around my mouth. “HEY, FREDDY.”

“WHAT.” The response comes almost instantly.

“YOU STILL GOT THAT DUFFLE I GAVE YOU JUST IN CASE.”

“YEAH, WHY?”

“I NEED IT.”

“OKAY,” The hangar falls silent for a moment. “JUST GIMME A SEC TO FIND IT.”

“COOL, NO RUSH.”

“No rush?” Steve questions, one eyebrow arched questioningly.

“He literally only needs one second,” I say, holding out my hand in time to catch the handles of a brown, canvas duffle bag. “THANKS, MAN.”

“ANY TIME, (Y/N).”

“Who the hell is that?” Steve asks.

“That’s Freddy. He’s cool.” I answer, slinging the bag over my shoulder and heading into the quinjet.

“How did he do that?”

“He’s an inhuman, but he doesn’t want anyone knowing about it, okay? You tell anyone what you saw, and you won’t be able to move for a month.” I warn.

“How do you know then?”

“Well, it’s simple really. He and I were in the same room when a terrigen crystal fell on the floor and shattered. We went through the mists together.” I toss my bag onto a seat along the wall of the jet before turning around, hands on my hips, to face Steve. “He and I are well versed in the ways you Avengers types react to new people with powers. The only reason I was confident in you knowing what I could do is because I worked closely enough with you for you to know that I wouldn't misuse my gift. So, don't tell anyone, alright? The threat still stands.”

Steve holds up his hands in surrender and steps around me to reach the pilot's chair. “Wouldn't dream of it.”

“Good.” I nod resolutely and take my seat a short ways away from him. “Whaddaya think Bucharest is like this time of year?”

--

“Ma’am, have you seen this man before?” I ask the kind looking old woman manning a produce stand.

“Oh yes!” The woman answers happily. “In fact, he was just here a few hours ago! He buys produce from my sister and I every couple of days or so. Such a kind young man.” She blinks up at me a few times, her brows knitting together. “Is he in trouble?”

“Not at all! He helped out my friend a few years back and I was hoping I could thank him.”

“What a nice child you are. Please let him know I said hello!”

“I'll be sure to!”

I quickly cross the street to meet a poorly disguised Steve at a coffee cart.

“Any news?”

“Yes, you look like Steve Rogers in a baseball cap and aviators.” Steve scowls at me. “Aren’t they supposed teach you how to blend in in the army? Not even in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“(Y/N).” He says, his tone warning.

I roll my eyes and shove my hands in my pockets. “The nice old lady at the produce stand says she saw him a few hours ago. He's definitely here, I just don't know where he's staying.”

“Not even an approximate location?” I shake my head. “Didn't your contact give you any information?”

“I never asked for specifics, okay? I didn't think I'd be stuck with you on this mission. This was supposed to be a field trip for you and Wilson or whoever it is your besties with these days.”

“Well Sam’s not here, so I need your help with this.” Steve says gruffly. “Is there anyone else you could possibly find that might know where he is?”

I scowl at the ground, trying to think for a moment. “He's lost an arm, right?”

“Yes, his left one. Why?”

“Everyone has a different energy and, if I concentrate, I can see the shapes of their energies. His prosthetic should have a different signature than the rest of his body or, if we’re really lucky, it won’t have any signature at all.” Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the rough concrete of the sidewalk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m concentrating really, really hard.” I snap. “If you interrupt again, I’ll put you on your ass, and you know I can’t carry you back to the quinjet.”

Steve backs away from me, hands held out in surrender.

I take a deep breath and press my hands more firmly to the concrete, and close my eyes.

Slowly releasing the breath I was holding, I extend the reach of my power through the city, searching for Bucky’s unique energy signature.

It's easy to pinpoint several types of signatures right off the bat. Men, women and children are the easiest, followed by pregnant people, who have two energies mixed inside them. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city and the sheer number of them is overwhelming.

In my search I see several amputees, all of them missing different limbs, some of them having lost more than one. Thankfully, there's only one signature that could be the man I'm looking for. Their energy is a silver blue that vacillates between dull and blindingly bright. A dull dark gray sits in the place where their left arm should be and I know I've found our man.

“I've got him.” I announce, pushing myself off the ground and brushing my hands off on my jeans.

“What?” Steve asks, dumbfounded.

“I said I found your boyfriend, Rogers.” A dark blush spreads across his cheeks.

“He's not my boyfriend.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and refuses to look at me.

“Really?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“He's not!” He insists. I shake my head and he glares at me. “Can we please just go find him?”

I snort and nod once. “Yeah, sure, his apartment building is this way.” I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and turning on my heel, not bothering to wait for him before walking off.

--

We make it about five blocks before I have to stop and hone in on Bucky’s energy signature again. From what I can tell, we’re about a block and a half away from his building and he hasn’t moved much since I last checked on him, which seems a bit odd.

“You’re making a face,” Steve observes.

“Your friend hasn’t moved since I last checked in on him fifteen minutes ago.” My brow furrows. “Does that seem strange to you?”

“It does,” Steve’s eyes travel up the height of the apartment building. “What floor is he on?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on Bucky’s energy. “Tenth Floor, second door off the staircase.”

Steve nods before walking off down the pavement, shoulders set, his pace quite fast.

I heave out a sigh and take off after him, having to jog just to keep up with him. At the pace Steve has set we make it to the apartment building in about five minutes.

Steve bursts through the door and hurtles up the stairs and I have to work to stay even just one flight behind him. Luckily enough I manage to tap into the energy I had stored up and take the stairs a two or three at a time, just barely managing to stay on his tail.

As soon as we hit the fifteenth floor, I put a hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from rushing into the room.

“What?” he hisses.

I hold a finger to my lips. “Someone else is in there with him.” I whisper. “They’re both throwing off weird energy.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“You kick in the door, I’ll take out whoever’s in there. I won’t hurt Barnes, but I can’t make any promises about the other person.”

Steve nods before slamming his boot against the door just about where the deadbolt would be.

The door crashes open with such force that the door knob lodging in the drywall when it makes contact.

As soon as I’m through the door I see a stout blond man, red book in hand, reading off a list of what I can only assume is gibberish, until I see Bucky on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. The blond man then registers as a threat and I slap my hand against the back of his neck and tighten my grip, draining him of enough energy to cause him to pass out.

Once he’s crumpled to the floor I zip tie his hands and feet together before making my way over to Bucky who’s still on the floor taking deep gasping breaths, trying to calm himself.

I place a gentle hand on his shoulder only to have him whip his head to the side to look at me, his eyes wild. I can feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his body, so I siphon off a little bit of the excess energy his body is throwing off in an attempt to calm him down. His shoulders almost immediately relax and the tension in his jaw loosens. When his breathing slows, I remove my hand from his shoulder, breaking the connection, and motion for Steve to come in.

Steve all but falls to his knees beside his friend, placing almost unsure hands on his shoulders. Bucky slowly lifts his head, his eyes dragging up Steve’s chest and over his face before meeting his eyes. Steve looks at him apprehensively, worry entirely evident in his body language.

“Steve?” Bucky croaks.

“Yeah, Buck, it’s me.” Steve says, eyes misting over. “Are you alright?”

“What-” His voice cracks and he has to stop and take a deep breath before he can continue. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to find you.” Steve says simply. “From what I can tell, it's a good thing we showed up when we did.” Bucky’s only response is a half-hearted smirk.

The man on the floor begins to stir and I place my hand on the floor, searching out his energy signature and draining a little bit of excess energy and causing him to pass out again.

“How… how did you do that?” Bucky asks.

“I’m an inhuman. I can manipulate stored energy.” His eyes widen in fear and I hold up my hands defensively. “I’m not dangerous, I promise. I work with him.” I say, nodding my head to Steve.

Steve nods in affirmation. “She mainly works in the medbay. She’s not going to do anything to hurt you.”

“Alright.” He says, still eyeing me warily.

“What did that guy want with you?” Steve asks. I shoot him a look filled with warning and he chooses to ignore it.

“I don’t know.” Bucky shakes his head. “I just know he had the red book and that he wanted to reactivate me. And before you ask, no, I don’t know why.”

Steve nods his head in acceptance. “Okay.”

Now that the crisis has been averted I look around the apartment. In all honesty, there isn’t much to look at.

There’s a small kitchen with outdated appliances, slightly cluttered countertops and an island separating it from the rest of the one room apartment. There’s a small pile of notebooks on top of the fridge with what looks to be candy bars surrounding the pile. A mattress with practically nothing on it sits in the corner and a small set of shelves sits a short ways away with a few cinder blocks next to it. What they’re they’re for, I’m not entirely sure I want to know.

“Why are you hiding here?” I ask, turning my eyes back to Bucky.

“I didn’t think anyone would look for me here. I guess I was wrong.” He answers. “How did you even find me?”

“A few Inhumans in the area contacted me when they found out that Steve was looking for you.” I fold my legs underneath me and place my hands on my thighs. “I had no idea I was going to be here, but I’m glad I was.”

“Thank you for stopping him.” Bucky nods to me, sitting back on his calves, his breathing having finally slowed to a normal pace.

“Speaking of,” I shuffle over to the unconscious man on the floor and pat him down, looking for any form of identification. It doesn’t take me long to find his wallet. “Says here is name is Helmut Zeemo. Military. He’s from… oh fuck me.”

“What?”

“Steve, he’s from Sokovia.” Flipping up one of the flaps in the wallet I find a family photo and my throat goes dry. “He had a family.”

“Do you think they were...” Steve trails off, looking at his hands. They’re trembling slightly. “Do you think they were there when the city came down?”

“Well… Didn’t Peggy say something about a bomb having been found at the UN when the Accords conference was set to happen?”

Steve stares at me blankly. “She did. Do you think this could have anything to do with that?”

“Steve, I realize you're blond, but I know you're not stupid.” He just gives me the same blank look and I roll my eyes. “Most of the team was supposed to be at the conference. If he blames the Avengers for his family's deaths, then it would make sense for him to try to take them out as revenge.”

“So you think that when he failed at the UN he tried to go after people we consider family?”

I nod. “And he went after Bucky because of his affiliation with Hydra.”

“What are you trying to say?” Bucky asks.

“She's saying that he wanted to use you to destroy the avengers and make it look like you did it of your own free will.” Steve answers. “As long as he's the only person who knows about that book, then it would appear as though you actually wanted to attack us instead of you being controlled.”

“Oh.” Bucky murmurs.

“One question, Mr. Barnes,”

“What would that be?”

“Would you consider returning to New York with us? For safety’s sake, of course.”

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part 3

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Some fluffy sweetness.

Dancig in the Rain: Avengers x Reader

SS: So this is my first fic that I’ve posted… I was a little hesitant to post anything just cause the internet so be kind but pls let me know what I can inprove!

Warnings: None, I dont think, some angst, a little fluff…

Word Count: 850

Italics are flashbacks

The sound of the rain hitting the glass awning, creating a soothing beat with the crashing thunder and bright lightning that flashed through the sky. No matter how hard it may be coming down or how loud and how close the thunder and lightning were, the rain was always so peaceful to me. 

I was sitting under the covering watching the raindrops hit the material, nursing a cup of Russian tea. A thin sweater was wrapped around my body, because even though it was humid it was still chilly. The sound of thunder shook the ground and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling that rose in my chest.

I had been the only one to opt out of a movie marathon during the storm. Of course I got a few looks since I was never one to miss out on some team time but how could I miss a storm like this. I took a deep breath of the rain filled air and enjoyed the moment.

It brought back memories, good memories. Time with my father as we danced in the rain, played tag and just enjoyed the feeling. We would sit, letting the rain numb our skin, and talk about life, the ups and downs, the death of my mother, what she was like. It was beautiful.

I set my cup of tea down on the table next to me and shrugged off my sweater. I stuck my hand out past the awning, feeling the warm rain pelt my hand. As soon as I stepped out, my shirt was soaked in rainwater, causing it to stick to my figure. My hair dripped as it framed my face, my hands outstretched accepting the feeling.

Another crack of thunder followed closely by a strike of lightning filled the sky as I sat down in the flooded grass.

“Why does it rain daddy?” my 6 year old innocent self asked

“Science or story?” 

“What kind of question is that? Story obviously!” I retorted excitedly.

“There is a Goddess of Nature, she watches over the Earth. When the Earth was new she helped the plants and beauty around us grow. She watched the creation of life. Everything was beautiful and happy, but as time passed, and mankind grew the world began to fill with anger and pain. She wasn’t sure what to do and she began crying. Her tears covered the earth and cleansed the people’s souls. So everytime it rains, it’s because the emotions of people have overwhelmed the Goddess and she felt the need to cleanse them from their suffering.” The words rolled off my father’s tongue with ease, sounding like a melodic song rather than a story.

“Do you know what she looks like?” I asked, staring into the sky as rain hit my skin.

“She’s beautiful. She has long beautiful curly hair, her eyes are as blue as the oceans, her smile as bright as the sun and her lips the color of roses. She wore a crown made of flowers and twigs and her dress flowed behind her like the waves of the sea.” He described the Goddess.

“Did she cry when mother passed away?” My voice was quiet, curious if the goddess had felt the pain that father felt when he lost the love of his life.

“Yes, she was so upset when your mother passed that her tears flooded the earth. She felt our pain, even if you were an infant.” he assured, reminiscing on his late wife. “But the next day was as beautiful as ever. She shined the light on you, she knew that you were a special girl.”

“I love you daddy.” I told him a smile on my face as I watched tears form in my fathers eyes.

“I love you too Buttercup. You are truly the light of my life.” He picked me up from the ground, spinning me in a dance as we listened to the sound of the rain around us.

“Y/N? What are you doing in the rain? You’re gonna get sick.” Steve’s concerned voice broke through the memory.

“I like it. It’s calming.” I replied with a smile.

“Come on Kiddo. You’re soaked to the bone.” Tony insisted.

“I’ll come in a minute.” I argued.

I turned to face them, noticing that the whole group was standing behind them. All wearing a look of concern or slight disapproval, minus Bucky and Sam who were smirking. I stood up from the wet ground and joined them under the awning, dripping from the rain. I reached my hand out to the captain, and he took it hesitantly. I pulled him out into the rain and began dancing with him.

I went back to grab someone else, leaving the blonde soaking in the rain. Each of them came out with a little hesitation but gave in. Their faces filled with the childish joy and the feeling of peace. The way the water cleansed us from our stress as we danced in the rain without a care in the world.

[pinkettepoet]

Hi! Since my birthday has passed a few days ago and I’m a sucker for some angst and fluff, could you write a buckyxreader/avengersxreader where they like all forget her bday bc there’s just been a lot of stuff going on so even though she’s kinda upset about it she doesn’t blame them and something happens and they all realize what day it is and they go all out to throw her a party and it’s just really fluffy and happy avengers family? Sorry it’s kinda long! (p.s fav movie is mean girls) thanks!💕

i'm a sucker for fics like this honestly! thank you for requesting, this was amazing. i'll have it in a couple of days! ALSO BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY

[imaginationintowords]

Not Good Enough *part four*

Avengers x Reader miniseries

word count: 2019

Plot: Reader has her first day at her new job, and then gets a surprise visit.

Part one Part two Part three

[a/n: Sorry it took so long, school got really busy. But I am officially done with this semester. Hopefully this was worth the wait! The next part will be the last! Also if I forgot to tag you please let me know!]

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My alarm went off at 6 a.m. I started with a shower and got ready for my first day at Oscorp.

I looked at the clock and it read 7:15. I had to leave in the next 5 minutes if I wanted to get to Oscorp by 8.

I walked into the kitchen to find my grandma pouring coffee into a travel cup for me.

“Good morning.” she smiled handing me the closed cup.

“Morning.” I smiled back, taking a sip of the hot caffeinated beverage.

“How’d you sleep?” she asked, taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Okay. I’m anxious to start the day.” I tell her.

“I’m sure everything will go smoothly.” she positively reassures me.

“I better go if I don’t want to be late.” I tell her grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

“Have a good day.” she calls out.

“Thanks.” I call back opening the front door to be greeted by an orchid on the floor.

I picked it up and placed it on the table by the door. I grabbed the card, it read:

“[Y/N], I know I’m the last person you want to see/talk to. Please we need to talk. -Tony.”

I pocketed the card and left, closing the front door behind me.

The best thing for me to do is to push Tony, and the rest of the Avengers to the back of my mind.

I got to Oscorp with 5 minutes to spare. I sat in the lobby waiting for Norman.

“[Y/N]!” I heard a few minutes later.

“Hi, Mr. Osborn.” I stood up, shaking his hand.

“What did I say, call me Norman.” he greeted.

“Right. That’ll take some getting used to.”

“Come on, let me show you around, before I take you to the lab.” he smiles.

Norman spent the first hour giving me a thorough tour of Oscorp. Things like where the cafeteria is at, restrooms, certain offices, etc.

“Now time to show you where you’ll be making the magic happen.” he says as we get into the elevator. He presses the 8 button.

“Floors 8-12 are the lab floors. 8 is where you’ll be stationed mostly at.”

The doors open and we’re greeted by a completely blinding floor. Everything is white with blinding fluorescent lights. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.

“We are currently focused on making clean reusable energy accessible to everyone. Starting here in New York, then nationwide, then the world.” he optimistically explained, walking in front of her.

I take a look around. A lot of the equipment looks similar to what we were using at Stark Industries. But I know for a fact that Oscorp is at least 3 years behind Stark.

“Obviously with your help we’ll be able to achieve that goal faster.”

“I hope so.” I wearily say, trying to keep up with Norman’s quick pace.

“Oh I know so.” he remarks, glancing towards her.

“I’m sure you know all about this type of technology because of Stark.” he says.

“Uh not really.” I hesitate.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t work in the clean energy department at Stark Industries.” I lie, “I was basically Tony’s assistant.

It didn’t feel right telling Norman what I did with Tony. Whatever happened between Tony and I won’t be a proper excuse for selling Tony out. He’s been working on all of this far longer than I’ve been involved.

"Tony really wasted your abilities on just being his assistant." Norman scoffs.

We walk into another portion of the lab to be greeted by a man around my age.

"And here he is. [Y/N] this is Doctor Brendan Octavius. Brendan this is the brilliant [Y/F/N]. You two will be working alongside together." Norman introduces us.

"Nice to meet you." he extends his hand.

"You too." I politely say.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it." Norman nods his head, and goes off on his own way.

"So we're working on a new clean energy prototype to show to the governor."Brendan explains to me.

"Oh. The governor?" I questioned.

"Yeah. He wants to look for other ways to provide reusable energy for the smaller urban cities."

"Oh. That's amazing." I try and genuinely say.

Little does he know the governor has already signed a huge deal with Stark Industries. It was supposed to be announced next week, on Earth Day.

"When Tony Stark announced his clean energy initiative, Norma was so upset. Rightfully so. Stark has way more help due to his daddy's money." he rants on.

I wince a little at that comment.

"Everyone only agrees with him because he's Iron Man." he rolls his eyes, as he continues his rant.

"Well, tony has been working towards this for ten plus years." I hesitantly say, starting to get slightly offended.

"He does have a lot of leeway because he is Iron Man, but his credibility is reliable." I continue, watching Brendan's reaction become even more sour.

"You work for Oscorp now. Are we going to have a loyalty issue here? Because from what I heard, Stark had no problem getting rid of you." he glares at me, I can just feel the hatred and anger coming off of him, scaring me a bit.

"No. There won't be any issues." I tell him, slowly backing away from his intense glare.

What the hell have I gotten myself into.

For the rest of the day I remained quiet, just following closely to what Brendan was doing.

By the end of the day I just wanted to go home. Throughout the day Brendan kept talking down on me, as if I had no clue what he was working on. He put me down at any chance he got. I just wanted to get home and have big glass of wine and a hot bath.

As I walk down the hall towards the apartment, I notice someone sitting down in front of it. As I got closer the person notices me.

"James? What are you doing here?" I ask the man, as I stop in front of him.

"Hey. No one answered, so I thought I would just wait." he said pointing to the door, as he gets up from his spot in front of it.

"My grandma goes to bingo on Monday nights." I tell him.

"Can we please talk?" he asks, pleading with his eyes.

"Sure. Come in." I say opening the door and letting him inside.

I drop my stuff on the kitchen counter and let out a sigh.

"Want anything to drink?" I ask grabbing the wine and glasses.

"No thank. I'm good." he says eyeing my pouring the wine almost to the brim of the glass.

"Rough day?" he asks, sitting down on a  stool at the counter.

"Rough month." I say taking a sip, but keeping eye contact with him.

"About that. That's what I came here to talk about."

"You can save the schpeel. I heard Tony and Steve when they came by yesterday." I tell him, taking another sip.

"You didn't hear the whole thing. Plus it's me, I wouldn't bullshit you." he tells me.

"Wouldn't you? Steve is your best friend."

"Yeah, but he's fucking idiot. Him and Tony. They handled everything all wrong. I wasn't there, but from what I heard you didn't deserve that kind of treatment." he says.

"But didn't I? I fucked up that mission badly. People got hurt. You got hurt." I tell him, feeling my eyes start to tear up.

After the day I had, there was no use in hiding my emotions, not around Bucky.

Bucky and I had gotten close this past year, since he got back from Wakanda. We were just enjoying each other's company, no added pressure. Our job comes with enough of that, you don't really want that to follow your personal life.

We provided each other with a safe haven. We went to each other whenever we were having a hard time. Free of judgment. Nothing physical had happened between us, besides the occasional falling asleep in the other's bed after a bad night.

There was an unspoken rule between us, there was no rush. Bucky was just getting used to the modern world, after coming back from Wakanda. He was still adjusting to the modern New York life. We also respected each other too much to rush it. It'll happen when it does, and I'm willing to wait as long as James needed.

"I'm sorry." he apologizes at the sight of tears, he come sup to wrap his arms around me. I graciously accept them.

"It's not your fault." I sniffle.

"I should've noticed sooner you weren't home. We all just assumed you were avoiding us." He said, rubbing my back gently.

"I was." I sniffled some more, his grip getting tighter.

After a few moments, I calmed down and pulled away from Bucky.

"I'm good now." I tell him, looking up at him.

"You sure?" his hand loosely on my hips.

"Yeah. I'm good." I reassure him, giving him a smile.

"Can we talk about what happened? If you're up for it. I just need to understand." he softly says.

"Sure. Lets go sit." I say leading him towards the couch.

We sat down a cushion apart, facing each other.

"What don't you understand?" I ask, my arm draped on the back of the couch.

"Why you left." he says, also draping his arm on the back of the couch.

"Because I'm not cut out to be an Avenger. I'm the weakest link." I tell him.

"Bullshit. Where'd you get that from?" he says flabbergasted.

"Everyone."

"What? No one thinks that. No one has ever thought that before. " he says confused.

"Don't lie. You don't need to protect my feelings anymore." I roll my eyes.

"Come on [Y/N], why the hell would I ever lie to you. We don't do that." he stresses seriously, "Tony and Steve were complete dicks with how they treated you. You never deserved that."

"Yes I did. I fucked up, and critically injured the team." I tell him, feeling myself becoming aggravated.

"Stop. Stop it." he says, becoming more frustrated.

"That was not your fault. You lost control, but the type of powers you have are still developing. You haven't even had your time abilities for a year. They're still new to you. Tony and Steve knew that. It was a chance they wanted to take, you were even unsure about it, you told them that. What happened back there should've been on them. You can only hold time for so long before you get tired. But that doesn't make you weak, it just means you're still learning. The same happens with Wanda, doesn't make it her fault." Bucky explains.

"Please believe me when I say, this wasn't your fault. Believe me when I say, you aren't the weakest member of this team. You're one of the strongest and smartest. Whatever, or whoever made you believe otherwise is completely wrong." he passionately says.

I was overcome with emotion, and couldn't help the tears falling down my face.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of this alone. I'm sorry you ever had those thoughts." he begins, gently wiping the tears off my face.

"We need you [Y/N]. I need you." he says, looking me in the eyes. I look into his to see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"What if I lose control again? What if next time it costs someone's life?" I say.

"What if you don't?"

"I'm scared." I confess to him, choking up.

"Aren't we all? Isn't that what makes us human?" he softly says, rubbing my hand.

"We need you [Y/N]." he says holding my hand.

"Please, can you come back home?" he says, the words getting caught in his throat as he fights back his tears.

"Okay. Since you asked so nicely." I joked, cutting the tension.

"Thank-you." he lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, smiling so big. He scooted closer and gave me a hug.

"I'll just have to go down to Oscorp tomorrow and let Norman know I'll be leaving." I tell him, as we pull apart.

"While you do that, I'll head back to the compound and let everyone know you're coming back." he smiles, my stomach and face dropping a little.

"It's going to be okay. Trust me. Everyone is going to be over the moon to see you. I promise." he reassures me, I nod in response.

"Can you do me one favor?" I ask him.

"Anything."

"Can you please stay the night with me?" I ask.

"Of course." he smiles, standing up from the couch, and holding out his hand. I smile grabbing it as he pulls me up.

"Lead the way."

[imaginationintowords]

Not Good Enough *part three*

Avengers x Reader miniseries.

Avengers x reader angst.

word count: 2169 

Plot: The Avengers discover the reader has left.

Part one [x] Part two [x]

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[still at the Avengers compound]

[third person POV]

"Did she leave anything else?" Steve asked Bucky.

"She also left her laptop and phone." Bucky tells them.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. call everyone to the common room now, please." Tony says.

A few minutes later all the Avengers were sitting in the common room, not really knowing why.

"What's going on Tony?" Wanda asks.

"[Y/N] left." he tells the group.

"What do you mean left? Like for a vacation?" Bruce asked, confused.

"No. She's gone. She left this note in her room." Steve explains, handing the note over to Bruce to have a look at.

"I told you two, were too harsh to her about the accident." Thor says.

"It was only a suspension. We've all had them. It's not like we wanted her gone." Tony defends.

"Let's not fight about how we handled that situation. We admit our mistake and regret the way we handled it. We impulsively acted on our anger." Steve speaks up, trying to keep everyone at bay.

"When was the last time anyone saw or heard from her?" Tony asks the room.

Everyone paused to take a moment to think.

"Wanda, what about you? Your room is right next door."

"I haven't heard her any noise from her room in a long time. Last time I heard anything was probably a week ago. I didn't give it much thought. I wouldn't think she would just leave." Wanda sadly says.

"Where would she go?" Bruce asked, handing the note back to Steve.

F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice cuts through the room, before anyone could answer.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a Norman Osborn on the phone for you, Mr. Stark."

"Of course he is." Tony rolls his eyes.

"Patch him through to my phone please." he says pulling out his phone.

"Norman." he says stoically.

"Tony. Lovely to hear your voice!" Norman chirps.

"I can only imagine why you're calling." Tony says trying to maintain his anger.

There's no one he hated more than Norman Osborn.

"Oh, I bet you know exactly why I'm calling." Norman smirks through the phone.

“Cut the shit and tell me.” Stark said, getting more angry by the second.

“I just wanted to call and thank you.” Norman said.

“For what?” Tony asked.

“For letting go your best employee.”

“What are you talking about?” Tony asked confused.

“Wow. I can see how much you truly appreciated her.” Norman quipped.

“Who are you-” Tony began, thinking about who Norman is possibly talking about, then it all clicked.

“[Y/n]?” Tony asked, everyone turned their heads towards him.

“Ding. Ding. Ding.” Norman remarked.

“[Y/n] is working for you?”

“Yes. She just called, asking for a job. Was very surprised to hear you had let her go. Didn’t know you could make dumb decisions.” Norman continued.

“Well I just wanted to call and thank-you. Expect a gift basket soon. Bye Tony.” Norman smugly said, before hanging up on Tony.

“Son of a bitch!” Tony yelled.

"What's the matter?" Steve asked.

"Is [Y/n] okay?" Bucky asked in unison with Steve.

"That was just Norman Osborn, informing me that [Y/n] is going to be working for him." Tony said through gritted teeth.

"What? Why would she do that?" Bruce asked, confused.

"Because apparently I fired her."

"All we did was suspend her" Steve said, "Why would she think that?"

"I mean you did treat her like complete shit." Thor said matter-of-factly.

"You need to fix this. Now." Bucky told Tony and Steve.

"She's one of the best members on this team." Bucky continued.

"I think I might know where she could be." Tony said grabbing his jacket off of the chair.

"I'm coming with you," Steve said, "We both need to fix this mess."

They both left quickly.

"I don't know why you guys are bothering. She clearly doesn't want to be a part of this team." Natasha remarked, rolling her eyes.

"Because she thinks we all hate her. She thinks we wanted this." Bucky tells her, trying not to get angry.

"But maybe it's for the better."

"What the hell are you eve saying, Natasha?" Sam asked.

"I mean maybe this is what she wanted. She's the one that left. Maybe she thought it was for the better." she tried defending herself.

"She only thought that because she thinks we all hate her." Bucky says.

"She at least needs to know we don't hate her, and we didn't want this." Bucky finishes before leaving the room.

"What the hell is even his problem? If anyone should be upset at her, it's him. She almost cost him his life."

"She made a mistake, Nat. You've done the same. Plus, Bucky was really close to [Y/n]." Wanda speaks up.

"Let's just hope Tony and Steve can bring her back." Sam says before leaving the room to check on Bucky.

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{[Y/n]'s POV}

"Are you sure this is correct? I don't want to be mixing up chemicals and having everything exploding in my face." Peter asks me.

It was after dinner and I came over to help Peter with his chemistry project.

"Yes, it's going to work. Trust me, I do this for a living." I rol lmy eyes at him.

"Fine. I'll write it down, but if this explodes in my face, expect a phone call from Mrs. Johnson." he says writing down the formulas.

"Please, Mrs. Johnson loves me."

All of a sudden my ears picked up the sound of a very familiar car coming from outside. I jumped out of my seat and rushed towards the window in Peter's room.

And there it is, Tony's car.

The doors opened and out came Tony and Steve.

"Shit." I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, walking towards the window.

"Woah. That's Iron Man and Captain America." he said, surprised to see the two heroes walking into our building.

"Yup, that's them." I said, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Are you okay?" You look like you saw a ghost." Peter asks.

Crap. I forgot Peter doesn't know. All he knew was I had a lab job upstate. It was for his own safety that he knew nothing about my avenging life.

"Well, I haven't been totally honest with you." I swallowed, anxiously looking around his room, afraid Tony and Steve will find me in here.

"What do you mean?"

"You know that job I had, upstate?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that."

"How so?" he asked confused about what was going on.

I was having an internal battle about how much I should tel him.

I mean it's Peter, I can trust him.

"For starters, I used to work for Tony Stark." I tell him.

"Wait, what?"

"Well it was more like with him, instead of for him."

"Wait. With him? Wha-" he was cut off by me opening the door telekinetically.

"Surprise." I awkwardly said.

"You-you just opened that with-without-" Peter was at a lost for words, trying to peace everything together.

"Yup." I said walking out of the room, Peter following close by.

"Wait! You were an Avenger!" Peter exclaimed.

"Shh. Yes, I was." I shush him, moving to the front door, to listen out for Tony and Steve.

"Woah. That's so cool!" Peter gushed.

I could hear the elevator door ding, followed by Tony and Steve's walking.

"I'm going to need you to be quiet for the next couple of minutes okay. Tony and Steve cannot know I am here." I tell him, telepathically.

"What the-" Peter was caught off guard, I quickly threw my hand over his mouth.

I can read minds also. Now shush.

"What if this doesn't work Tony?" I heard Steve say, as they passed the Parker's door.

"It has to. We need her to know this was just a giant misunderstanding." Tony tells him.

Misunderstanding. I thought.

"Are they talk-" I quickly covered Peter's mouth, and pointed to his head.

Steve has super hearing. Talk to me through your mind, as if you were talking to me out loud. I tell him.

"Sorry. This is all new to me. Are they talking about you?" He asks, I shrug my shoulders, going back to listening in on them.

I can hear them knocking on my grandma's door, then the door opening.

"Tony? Steve?" I heard my grandma say.

"Hi Evelyn. We were hoping to speak to [Y/n]." Tony said.

"I'm afraid she's not here. May I take a message." I heard my grandma protectively say.

"Is there any way we could wait up for her?" Steve politely asked.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen. I'm not going to let you two ambush her. If you need to speak to her, I will tell her you stopped by, and let her make that decision on her own."

"We understand why you want to protect her. But there was a big mistake." Tony begs her.

"The only mistake that was made was thinking I could trust you to take care of my granddaughter." my grandma bitterly said.

"Wow. You're grandma's a badass." Peter said to me in his head.

"We're sorry Evelyn. Can you please let [Y/n] know we stopped by, and that we really need to speak to her." Steve asked.

"I will tell her."

"Thank-you. Have a goodnight. Sorry again for causing any trouble." Steve apologizes one last time, before my grandma closed the door.

"Well that didn't go as planned." Tony sighed, as they began to walk back to the elevator.

I stopped listening after that. It was a lot to take in.

"Can I talk now?" Peter whispered.

"Yes, you can talk now." I slid my back down the door, and sat in front of it.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Peter hesitantly asks, sitting down next to me.

"Not really. At least not right now." I tell him.

"Okay. Well if you need to talk, I'm here." he said, placing his hand on top of mine.

I felt a weird buzz sensation coming from his hand.

"Thanks Pete." I said, cautiously moving my hand from his.

What the hell was that...

Peter's eyes were wide.

"Can you read my mind?" he asked.

"Yes and no. I can read your mind, but only when I want to. I can control when and when not to read minds. So don't worry, I'm not currently reading your mind. That'll be a total invasion of your privacy." I tell him, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay. Good." he awkwardly said.

I continued to stare at him, he was acting weird all of a sudden.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah. This is just a lot to take in. You can move things with your mind, you can read minds, and you're a freakin Avenger." he says.

"Was. I was an Avenger. Not anymore." I correct him.

"Right." there was an awkward pause.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I have no clue." I shrugged, completely unsure of what to do.

"Can't you just go back?"

"It's not that easy Pete. Plus, I already got a new job." I tell him.

"You did?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah. I start a new lab job at Oscorp tomorrow."

"That's cool." he says, with much less enthusiasm than when he found out I was an Avenger.

"Do you still talk to Harry Osborn?" I ask him.

"Haven't talked to him since Uncle Ben's funeral." he tells me.

"It's hard to keep in contact when we don't really run in the same circle anymore. He's at that fancy private school, and I'm here." he explains.

"At least you have Ned." I say.

"Yeah. Ned's the greatest." he smiles.

"Yes he is." I say, standing up and brushing my pants, Peter following suit.

"It's getting late, and I have my first day at Oscorp tomorrow. So I'm going to head home." I tell him.

"Okay. Thanks for the help. Also, thanks for trusting me with your superhero secret." he smiles, giving me a hug.

"You were going to find out eventually."

"Yeah, sure." he remarked, opening the door.

"Night Peter." I say stepping out.

"Night." he says closing the door behind me.

__________

"[Y/n] is that you?"my grandma called out, as I walk through the front door.

"Yes. Who else would it be? Tony? Steve?" I tell her, walking into the living room where she was seated at.

"Ah so you heard?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yup. Even told Peter about it." I say.

"Oh really?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah. Couldn't really hide it that well when I heard Tony and Steve arrive."

"One less secret to hide." she says.

"Exactly."

"So, what are you going to do?" she asks.

"No idea. This day has already been stressful enough, I just want to go to bed and figure this all out another day." I tell her, feeling the pressure.

"Then do that. Go to bed, and take some time and figure this out." she lightly smiles.

"Plus, you have your first day at Oscorp tomorrow. Give it a week, see how you like it there, you might like it, you might not." she continues.

"Yeah, you're right." I give her a small smile.

"I always am." she says getting up and walking over to me.

"Now, go get some rest." she places a kiss on my head before lightly pushing me towards my room.

_________

As I laid in bed my thoughts were racing around in my head.

Am I making the right decision. Maybe I should call Tony and Steve and find out what they wanted. Maybe my grandma is right and I should just give it some time. Figure out my life outside the Avengers. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe I was meant to work at Oscorp.

Maybe I'm not meant to be an Avenger.

[imaginationintowords]

Not Good Enough.

Avengers x Reader angst

word count: 2163

Requested.

Plot:  could you do an avengers x reader (no paring) where the reader screws up on a mission and the whole team yells for like a week at her and one day the reader decides to start cutting and this goes on for about a year until one of the avengers grabs their wrist during training and makes the reader shout in pain (rest can be up to you).

[a/n: I changed around some things with this request as I kind of just let the writing take me where the story wants to go. There is no self-harm in this story. sorry to the anon who requested it, if this was not what you wanted. I liked how this turned out, and I hope you guys do also]

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It was supposed to be a simple mission that involved the whole team. In and out. That was the plan.

I never meant to cause any trouble. It was a simple mistake. I had the ability to warp time, along with other abilities that were constantly developing.

I don’t know what happened, but as I was trying to hold off bodies, I lost control. I put us in a lot of danger. Half of the ream ended up severely injured. No one would talk to me on the way back to the tower.

“Living room. Now.” Tony said through gritted teeth.

“What the hell happened out there?” Natasha yelled at me, causing me to jump at the sudden volume of her voice.

One bad thing about my abilities was that I can also sense emotions. And all I could feel now was nothing but anger and hatred.

“I-I don’t know. I just lost control.” I stammered.

“How the hell do you fucking lose control?” Tony asked, trying to hold back from yelling.

“I don’t know. One moment I was able to hold time, the next I wasn’t.” I tried to explain.

“That was a rookie mistake.” Steve bit.

“Half of the team is in the infirmary, because of your ‘mistake’.” Steve continued.

“It wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry.” I apologized once more, trying to hold back the tears.

“You’re suspended. Until further notice.” Tony said, not bothering to look at me as he walked out of the room.

Natasha gave me an intense evil glare as she walked out of the room.

“I’m very disappointed in you.” Steve said shaking his head, leaving the room, with the rest of the uninjured team following.

I stood there in the middle of the room alone. I didn’t know what to do.

I slowly made my way to my room. As I was walking to my room, I passed Natasha’s and could hear her talking to someone. I couldn’t help but listen.

“I can’t believe he only suspended her. That’s an incredibly light punishment for what happened. She put us all in danger. He has a soft spot for her. He should’ve just let her go. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to work with her again.”

I decided I had heard enough and sulked back to my room.

I quietly closed my door and sat on my bed.

I should probably shower, I’m covered in dirt and blood, not even sure if the blood is mine or not.

I just sat there for a few more minutes, staring ahead at nothing.

I suddenly felt a tiny sharp pain coming from my leg.

I decided it was time to get up and take a shower.

My suit took a bit of strength to get off since the sweat caused it to shrink onto my body.

I was able to get half the suit off my torso. My body was starting to ache, the aftermath of today's events setting in. I took a seat on my closed toilet, as leverage to take the rest of my suit off.

I was slowly peeling the suit off my legs, when that tiny sharp of pain on m left leg became an even bigger sharp of pain.

I was finally able to get the suit off completely. I looked down at my leg to see a massive cut going vertically down my leg, from my shin to my ankle. I didn't even feel this, so I had no clue when I had gotten it.

I should probably go to the infirmary and get it checked out. But I couldn't show my face there, not when most of my team was in there with more serious injuries.

I turned on my shower and stripped off the rest of my clothes.

The water was very hot to the touch once I stepped in. I could instantly feel my body wanting to retreat. After a few seconds it did feel kind of nice, distracted me from the pain coming from my leg. I took my time washing my hair and body.

After awhile I could feel the pain coming back to my leg. I decided it was probably time to get out.

I wrapped my towel around my body. I opened the cabinet under my sink and grabbed the first aid kit that's kept under there.I poured some hydrogen peroxide on it, to make sure it wouldn't get infected. I grabbed a roll of bandage wrap and gauze to cover this cut.

I continued my normal bed time routine, brushed my hair, my teeth, then put on a clean pair of pajamas. I got into bed, when my stomach started to growl.

It was only seven p.m. Everyone would be in the kitchen getting their dinner ready. I know I'm not wanted. It'll just make everyone more upset towards me.

I'll just set my alarm really early before anyone gets up. I'll just stay out of everyone's way for the time being.I'm sure in a week or so, everyone won't be so harsh towards me. I tell myself as I start to fall asleep.

______

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since the incident, and everyone seems to still be just as mad as they were when it happened.

For the first week I managed to avoid everyone. It was easy since I was currently not allowed on missions. On day eight though was my first run in with a teammate.

I had gotten up at four a.m., like I had been for my morning run. I had timed it perfectly, run an hour, have breakfast by five, then back in my room by 5:30, when the early birds would start to wake up. I would typically hear them opening their doors as I was closing mine. But today was different.

When I entered the kitchen after my run, there sat on a stool was Natasha, as if she were waiting for me to return. The last member of the team who would want to see me. Hell, she even changed room floors because she hated me so much.

"Hi." I awkwardly greeted her, walking to the fridge for a water bottle.

She didn't say a thing, she just continued to glare at me.

"I'm just going to grab a bowl of oatmeal then be on my way." I tell her, moving around the kitchen quickly, to get out of her way.

"Why are you still here?" she says as I was pouring water into my dry oats.

"I'm sorry. What?" I timidly asked, not sure I even heard her correctly.

"I said. Why. Are. You. Still. Here." she repeated slowly, getting off of her stool, and making her way towards me. Stopping right in front of me.

"I-" I started to say before she cut me off.

"You don't deserve to be here. You don't deserve to be a part of this team." she viciously spat in my face.

"It was a mistake, Natasha. It's not like I meant to lose control and cause everyone to get hurt." I whispered, felling the lump in my throat start to form.

"None of us would've pulled such a rookie mistake. You're not cut out for any of this. We all think so."

"Really?" I hurtfully ask, feeling the tears begin to form.

"Oh yeah. We've all thought so for awhile now. You're the weakest link on this team. We all think so." she continued to spit vile.

"You do?" I could feel my heart slowly breaking. At this point the tears were beginning to fall.

"Yes. We all do." she smirked.

"Oh." I responded, felling completely lost.

"You should just do all of us a favor and just leave."

"Okay. If you all think that's for the best." I say looking around the room, feeling utterly helpless.

"Yes, we do. You should probably do it before everyone wakes up." she says, stepping away from me, so I can get by.

"Okay." I say, slowly walking out of the kitchen, the bowl of uncooked oatmeal forgotten.

As I was walking out of the room I heard Natasha throwing the bowl into the sink, making me jump from the loudness of it.

I felt like a lost puppy.

Once in my room I looked around. Everyone will be up in about an hour. I don't know how I will get this all done in time.

Time

.Guess one more time stop for the road.I stopped time.

Now I have all the time in the world.

I started with my clothes, then my decor pieces that I brought with me. Then my bedding, and toiletries last. Only thing left was the furniture and television that came with the room.

I made the final decision to leave my laptop and phone too. They were both gifts from Tony when I came to live here, along with a car that would also be staying.

Nothing to tie me in with the Avengers. My final goodbye. Giving them what they want, what they were to afraid to tell me.

I didn't have any hard feelings towards them, I get it. How could they work with me if they didn't trust me. If I was a liability to everyone's lives.

The best thing for me to do was to listen to Natasha and leave.

Will I miss them all? Of course. Who wouldn't. I finally found where I belonged and I went ahead and ruined it.

I took one last deep breath, then unfroze time.

I called a cab, they were five minutes out. I managed to carry out two boxes, and a suitcase of my things in one trip.I stood outside the gates of the compound.

The sun was beginning to rise as my cab pulled up.

The driver helped me load my things in his truck.

I took one final glance at the Avengers compound.

"Goodbye." I whispered before getting into the cab.

_____

After thirty minutes in the cab, I finally arrived to my destination. An apartment building in Queens.

Where it all started.

I thanked the cab driver, and made my way up.

I got to the familiar fifth floor. I made my way down the long hallway to the specific apartment.

On my way there a door was swung open, and out came a teenage boy.

“Oh. Hey [y/n]!” he greeted me, locking his door, before turning to face me.

“Hey Peter. Off to school?” I greeted the familiar face.

“Yup. You moving back in?” he asked looking at my things.

“Yeah. Things weren’t really working upstate.” I tell him, forcing a smile.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure they’re going to beat themselves up for letting someone as smart as you go.” he positively says.

“Thanks, Pete.”

“It’ll be nice to have your face back in these hallways.” he smiles.

“That and now you have a tutor right next door.” I lightly joke with him.

“Caught me. I better get going, don’t want to be late. I’ll come and see you after though.” he waves me bye.

I smiled, my heart slowly warming. Maybe this will be a good thing after all.

I made my way back to my destination, next door.

I knocked on the door and heard footsteps approaching.

“[Y/n]?”

“Hey grandma. You still have space for me?” I smiled, fighting back the tears.

“Oh honey, of course. Come in. Come in.” she said helping me with my things.

Walking into the familiar apartment, where I spent most of my life in. Everything still looked how it did when I left almost two years ago. Here comes the tears again.

“Oh, sweetie. Come here.” my grandma said, placing down my box before wrapping me in her arms.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, crying into her shoulder.

______

After a few minutes of crying my eyes out and getting all my stuff in my old bedroom, my grandma and I sat in the living room with a nice hot cup of tea.

“What happened? The last we spoke everything was going great.” she says.

“About a couple of weeks ago, a mission went bad, it was my fault. Half of the team got seriously hurt. The whole team was beyond mad, I’ve never felt so much hatred towards me before.” I tell her.

“I was placed on suspension, but apparently that was just the team being nice. They really wanted me out. So, here I am.” I explain, trying not to cry again.

“Oh sweetie. I’m sure that’s not true.” she said rubbing my hand.

“It is though. Natasha told me that everyone doesn’t think I’m good enough to be a part of the Avengers. They all hate me, and I could feel it.”

“I’m sure they don’t hate you.” she said trying to make me feel better.

“Oh but they do. Unfortunately, I was able to feel all the hatred and anger towards me these past couple of weeks.”

“Well then maybe it’s for the best that you’re home. A fresh start. Put one of those PhDs to good use.” she encourages with a smile.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” I say, unsure about it all.

“Of course I am. Now, why don’t you go to your room and get settled. It’ll keep that loud mind busy.” she says, tapping my forehead.

_______

I walked into my old room, and closed the door behind me.

I looked around the room. It was smaller than my room at the compound, but still a good size for me.

Maybe my grandma is right, maybe this will be good for me.

A fresh start.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.” I smile to myself.

[kneedeepinfandoms]

guys i just finished my angsty oneshot i said i was gonna do. But i wont publish it till tomorrow cause its late at night and im tired.

[imaginationintowords]

Here’s part one and two of Not Good Enough if you haven’t read it yet!

[imaginationintowords]

Update on Not Good Enough part two

Hey! So I know I was saying I was hoping to getting the second part to Not Good Enough out this weekend (two weeks after I announced it) but I don’t think it’ll be happening.

I’m still in the midst of writing it. And spring semester just started and I already have a lot of school work to do.

I’m still hoping to getting part two out by the end of the month. But if not, I’ll let you know.

I’ll say this about part two, a certain spider-man character will be added to the mix...

[imaginationintowords]

If you missed it! I posted part two to Not Good Enough!!

[imaginationintowords]

Another update on Not Good Enough part two

I am so sorry, but as of right now it will not be going up this week. I’ve been incredibly busy with work and school that I haven’t had time to finish it. I’ve had to write one essay a week for my classes.

But! I will be posting a sneak peek at the end of this week!!

Just know the story is still coming!

So keep an eye out for the sneak peek!

[loki-of-mischeif]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: LokiXReader - Relationship, platonic thorxreader, platonic peterxreader, platonic tonyxreader, platonic avengersxreader Characters: Reader Insert - Character, Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Captain America - Character, Steve Rogers, Bucky, Spiderman, Peter Parker, Hulk, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Black Widow, Hawkeye, Clint, Nick Fury, Dr Strange, Black Panther, Possibly More - Character Additional Tags: Love, Angst, Pain, Blood, Fighting, Swearing, AU, prompt request, prompt, request, Bruises, Cuts, Scars, Serious, Funny, Kidnapping, shrines, Fox Spirit, Magic, powers, Cute, mush, but not too much, cuz im better at angst, Hurt, Hate, Death, spells, Fox - Freeform, let me know if theres anything else Series: Part 1 of Marvel Summary:

You're a Japanese Kitsune (fox spirit). When a wildfire threatens your shrine, the Avengers save you, taking you in as their own. Not long afterwards Thor appears with his brother, Loki.

You don't know what to think of him at first, but grow closer to him as time goes on.

- This was a prompt that was sent to me through Tumblr as a request, so here it is. I haven't posted any of my Marvel work before so this is probably gonna be bad aha...-

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