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Worthy, Pt 16

part 1 & 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15

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tags: @bolontiku, @rampant-salamander, @darkdragonpheonix , @440mxs-wife,  @castiels-sunflowers, @peekingsunshine, @alexakeyloveloki, @feelmyroarrrr​

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The fabrication shop was noisy and dirty and there was a radio playing metal, blasting as loud as it could through crappy, tinny speakers. The guys were the only thing that wasn’t a walking stereotype of a machine shop. Their coveralls were clean and in good repair and I was willing to lay down money that if I asked to see any of their hands there wouldn’t be a single dirty fingernail in the lot. I was impressed. Everything about the shop was perfection.

I’d sent down the plans for the body for the washer a few days earlier and I’d had a message sitting in my email to come down and check out the work when I’d checked my inbox over morning coffee. One of the guys approached me, a smug smile that made me instantly uneasy spreading across his face. I realized I probably looked a little out of place, in my neat kitten heels and pencil skirt. I was dressed for another afternoon visiting high schools, not in my usual tee and jeans uniform for in the labs. With the outfit and the styled hair and splash of make-up, he probably didn’t recognize me from when I’d been toured around by Markus.

“How can I help you, ma’am?” He was polite at least. The last machine shop I’d stepped into I’d received more lewd comments than competently completed work.

“I got an email from Erik Schiffer this morning that my casing and drum are ready for first proofing,” I explained.

“Ms. Carmichael! I never would have recognized you in that get-up. You clean up good,” he offered an appreciative look and then cringed. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”

I took a step back, a little surprised.

“Nothing wrong with giving a compliment,” I shook my head, regretting that I couldn’t remember his name.

“I’m having a hard time figuring out what is a compliment and what is harassment. I don’t want to offend people. This job is like a dream come true, but I’ve been working in a machine shop in Jersey for a lot of years. It’s a different culture.” I could tell by the way he spoke that he was in earnest and really wanted to be sure he was fitting in with the corporate culture of Stark Industries. And quite frankly, even if that was the only reason he was trying, it was worth it. The rest would come eventually.

“You’re okay so far. I’ll let you know,” I laughed. He led me over to Erik’s office and stopped outside the closed door. Erik was on the phone with someone and it was heated. You could see him through his office door, gesturing wildly with one hand. His face was bright red. We looked at one another awkwardly and didn’t say anything. Erik’s voice got louder and I cleared my throat.

“I’m sorry. I know we were introduced, but I can’t remember your name,” I admitted. He smiled broadly.

“Yeah, you were way more interested in the machines when Markus brought you through. Aaron Smith,” he offered his hand. I shook it. There was something refreshing about the strength of his grip. Like he was proving he had respect for me by not half-assing his handshake.

“Look kid, I don’t care how fucking brilliant you are, everything goes into the queue. When it hits the front of the queue it gets fabricated. That’s how I run this goddamn machine shop, and I run it that way with Pepper’s approval. Your failure to plan ahead does not constitute a fucking emergency in my world!” We both jumped at the sound of the phone slamming into the cradle. My eyes met Aaron’s and widened.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

“We’ve been having issues with the other intern,” he explained. Erik flung open the door and started ranting without even realizing I was there.

“That fucking prick wants us to bump him through the queue. We’re partway through Carmichael’s project and then Stark has a personal project in the queue, Reid’s department has another project lined up and then Emerson’s project can hit the machines. I’m pretty sure he got the same orientation that the other intern got. She’s not a dipshit, and can follow directions, so what’s his fucking excuse?” His arms were getting a workout, they were emphasizing so many of his words. I bit my lip to hide a smile at being referred to as ‘not a dipshit’. Some compliments come from strange places, in strange ways. I wasn’t foolish enough to not take them where I found them. Aaron coughed and raised an eyebrow, glancing over Erik’s shoulder at me. Erik turned and sighed. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to hear that.”

“Let’s just proof my parts, and forget about it,” I suggested. He nodded and tilted his head toward the back of the shop before leading me over.

“We have the parts fabbed and ready for powder coating, but I wanted to be sure you were happy with them first. And I thought you might want to have some fun with the colour. You requested white. That’s boring. No one has a white washer and dryer anymore. My wife bought us a purple set. She calls it aubergine but it’s fucking purple. So you can do whatever you like colourwise.” We wove between a couple of machines to get to the powder coat room. I pulled out my tools and double-checked all the measurements against my plans. Everything looked perfect. I wanted to hug the pieces to me, I felt so strangely proud of what I’d accomplished. As I was flicking through plans on my tablet, a message popped up from Pepper asking me to call her.

“I’m sorry, I need to make a quick call, and then we’ll talk colour,” I apologized and took a few steps away from the men as I dialed Pepper. “This is Ella,” I said when she answered.

“Ella, hi! Sorry, our appointment got bumped back until next week. I know you’d blocked this time off, so I want you to take the afternoon and do something fun. Angela tells me you haven’t done anything remotely not-work-related in weeks.” Pepper spoke quickly, like breathing would be a waste of time.

“That’s not true. I went and saw the Statue of Liberty with Bruce just the other day,” I protested.

“That was a week ago. Go out and do something. That’s actually an assignment. From your boss,” Pepper ordered. I laughed.

“Alright,” I agreed. I turned back to Erik and Aaron and checked the last couple of measurements. Everything was perfect. “So, aubergine?” I asked.

“It’s been done,” Erik laughed. I smirked and pulled up a copy of the plans. I did a quick flood-fill of colour on a few parts and showed it to him and Aaron. They both cracked up and nodded. “Done. Just promise me that we can be there when you present it.” Every completed prototype got a presentation to Pepper, Tony and the board of directors at Stark Industries. I nodded.

“Of course! You were instrumental in ensuring this project got made. And you recommended a colour change. I wouldn’t want you to miss the reveal for the world,” I laughed. Erik shook my hand and Aaron clapped me on the shoulder. He walked me back to the shop entrance.

“It was nice to meet you properly, Ella. It’s gonna be good to work with you.” He struck me as a completely genuine person, and I could see that working with both him and Erik was going to be easy. They were fantastic artisans, and anyone who suggested a fabrication shop wasn’t a place where art happened deserved to be shot. The work they had done for me was perfect and beautiful. I’d met a lot of people who complained that the guys only ran the machines, but there was a certain amount of finesse that was required to get excellent results, and from the look of my pieces, I knew I was working with experts.

“Thanks for showing me around.” I stepped onto the elevator and headed back to the lab. There was a bouquet of daisies on my desk. The plain glass vase was tied with a bright pink ribbon. I looked at Jem, the guy whose desk was beside mine. He shrugged wordlessly and went back to whatever it was he was working on. I looked for a card but didn’t find one, but whoever it was had done their research. Daisies were my favourite flower. Simple, plain and perfect. I’d learned about the Fibonacci sequence from daisies when I was a little girl. It had ignited my passion for math and stuck with me ever since.

I secured my desk and took the daisies with me back to my apartment. I placed them on the kitchen island, where I was sure to be able to see them from almost anywhere in my apartment. Once I was happy with how they were arranged, all puffed out like a dandelion cloud, I turned to my fridge and stared into it, willing something to leap out at me and demand to be eaten. Food didn’t work that way, but I held out hope that in a place as advanced and mysterious as Stark Tower could be that someday my food would just know it was time to be eaten and present itself to me.

“Ms. Carmichael, are you finding the ambient temperature in the apartment too high?” J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice broke me out of the bored contemplation of the contents of my fridge.

“Huh? Why?” I was startled. J.A.R.V.I.S. and I didn’t interact enough for it not to surprise me every time the voice spoke from my ceiling.

“The refrigerator has been open for 3 minutes and 17 seconds, Ms. Carmichael and the heat signature in the apartment puts you directly in front of the door. Are you too warm?” J.A.R.V.I.S. asked. I could feel my cheeks flush and reached blindly for the first thing I saw before slamming the fridge closed.

“No, I’m fine. Just thinking about lunch,” I explained. I’d grabbed sour cream. I sighed and reopened the fridge, replacing the sour cream on the shelf. I resumed staring at the contents of my fridge.

“Ms. Carmichael, as Mr. Stark would say, kindly stop calling penguins,” J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke again. I barked out a laugh. It was the exact thing my father said when I spent too much time glaring into the fridge. I closed the door again and decided I was likely going to head out for lunch when a knock came at my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, as Angela had to finish her workday. Leif and Thor had both returned to Asgard earlier in the week, the day after my ‘date’ with Bruce, and I’d seen none of them since, although Bruce hadn’t returned to completely avoiding me. He’d texted every morning to let me know he was busy on a project, but would touch base with me again in the afternoon to see about connecting for dinner. I wasn’t quite sure what we were doing. Sort of seeing one another, I suppose.

As I daydreamed about what exactly was happening with Bruce, whoever it was at my door knocked again. I shook my head and walked over to open it.

“Are your ears burning?” I laughed when I saw it was Bruce. He looked confused.

“No?” He touched one of them and scratched his head. I laughed again.

“I was just thinking about you,” I explained. He nodded, understanding. I held open the door and gestured for him to enter. “I was just thinking about what to do for lunch. Maybe we can figure something out together.” I shut the door and followed him toward the kitchen. He put a paper bag up on the counter and started pulling takeaway containers out of it.

“Great minds think alike.” He started popping tops off of containers and the aroma from the freshly delivered Chinese food reached my nose. My mouth started watering.

“Fools seldom differ,” I teased, pulling open a drawer and pulling out cutlery. Bruce let out a short bark of laughter and shook his head. He swept the cutlery back into the drawer and handed me a pair of chopsticks. I looked in the containers he’d laid out. There was some gooey meat and vegetables in one of them. “What is that?”

“You’ve never had moo goo gai pan?” He asked, picking up a piece with the chopsticks. “Open up.” I raised an eyebrow but opened my mouth. He put a piece of what I discovered was chicken in my mouth. It was tender and moist. I nodded as I chewed.

“You win this round, Dr. Banner. Good lunch choice,” I picked up another piece of chicken from the box, and popped it into my mouth. While I chewed, I grabbed a container and walked over to the couch. I flopped into the corner of it and patted the spot beside me. Bruce collected the other containers and dropped them on the coffee table before he sat down beside me. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. “Did you put Pepper up to this?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Pepper just gave me the afternoon off. Did you arrange that?”

“No, I ran into her this morning shortly after your thing was cancelled. I made an executive decision to bring you lunch,” he responded. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good decision,” I praised him, flushing slightly once I realized how natural it felt to just kiss him. I don’t know that I’d ever felt comfortable enough with a man to just show that level of relaxed affection. He shifted a little closer and we continued eating in silence. I put my empty container on the coffee table when I’d finished and reached for the TV remote.

“Movie?” I asked. He nodded. I opened up Netflix and chose the first recommendation without even looking at it. I leaned back into my spot and Bruce slipped his arm around me. The movie was terrible. I didn’t mind so much because Bruce’s arm was around me and we were snuggled up in the corner of my couch, but it was a horrible film. Lousy plot, terrible acting, and ridiculously unbelievable premise. I handed the remote to Bruce.

“You get to choose this time. I’m fired from this job,” I laughed. Bruce took the remote and leaned across me, dropping his head and brushing his lips against mine while at the same time turning the TV off. He dropped the remote on the carpet and brought his hand to my side. I felt my pulse race and brought a hand to his cheek. His stubble was rough against my palm. His free hand slid down my waist to rest on my hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there before sliding down further to pull my thigh against his. I leaned closer and knocked us both off balance and we rolled over the edge of the couch to the carpet. Bruce knocked the coffee table out of the way as we fell, and pulled me against him to cushion my fall. I felt the breath go out of him in a quick burst and giggled, thinking I probably needed to lay off the take-out. He stabilized me against his hip and I rolled onto my back, dragging him against me, pulling him down to me with his shirt collar. His mouth found mine again and I no longer felt self-conscious or inexperienced, I just felt like I wanted whatever was happening.

His fingers dug into my thigh, almost painful, and I gasped, my eyes opening. I could feel Bruce’s heartbeat racing, his chest against mine, and when his eyes met mine, I could see they were taking on a green cast. I felt a hitch of panic, and then pulled my arms from around his neck, cradling his face in my hands. I brought his lips to mine, slowly, deliberately, and gently kissed him, focusing all my energy on relaxing my racing heart, which was beating in sync with his. The pounding in my head became less fierce, but my pulse was still hammering. I took another deep breath and tried to feel the world around me. I had no problem with my own body aligning with Bruce’s, but I was untrained in this strange magic that I owned and was unsure how I’d pushed it into him the last time he’d begun to change. I tried to remember all the connection with the world stuff I’d learned the one time I’d taken a yoga course, and for lack of a better word, followed the connection of my heart with his. I felt his heart, beating heavily, in my own chest, and broke the kiss to take a deep breath. Pulling him back to me, I tangled my lips with his own again, closing my eyes and expelling the long breath through my nose. My fingers and toes tingled, and everywhere that Bruce’s body was touching mine was tight with electricity. Bruce’s hands stilled, and I opened my eyes and met his warm chocolate eyes again. I reached up to run my hand through his hair and shocked him, startling us both. He shook his head and then dipped down to kiss me again.

When we heard the throat clearing above us, we sprang apart. I’m not sure who I was expecting. Thor, or Leif maybe. Perhaps Angela. I wasn’t sure we’d closed the door all the way, and Angela was welcome to come in when the door was cracked. Thor and Leif had a habit of showing up inside whether I wanted to or not. But I wasn’t expecting Loki. I shot to my feet, as did Bruce. I could feel his heart rate rising again and grabbed his hand, pushing all the calming energy I could muster into him through the tenuous connection.

“Unhand my daughter, you foul beast.” Loki spat the words, clearly articulating each syllable.

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The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

[raith-way]

multiverse scenes that (most likely) won’t be in the original fic

archaic kings

“Anyone seen Jo?” Darcy asked as she walked into the den. So far, only three people had made it to their designated meeting spot before leaving for the night’s festivities. She looked over at the closest person to her, Tony, who just shrugged. Tony was reclined back in a chair, practically laying down in the thing, and the closest he came to wearing a costume was putting on a tee shirt that read: left my cape at home. Dig at Strange? Most likely.

“She’s still getting ready,” Bruce answered. In a chair across from Tony, Bruce was sitting in the same relaxed manner as Tony and was showing more skin than she’d seen outside of training or a mission. Doreen wasn’t kidding when she said she gave Bruce a relaxed costume, but did an unbuttoned shirt and jeans count as a costume?

“As her favorite superhero, allegedly,” Tony added. He sounded bored, but his eyes were alert on the opening to the den where Darcy was still standing. Darcy wasn’t focused on Tony now though. Her attention had been pulled to Steve, another lazy costumer just wearing a Superman shirt with his usual jeans. He had shifted though, something unlike him, and was resolutely not looking towards the den doorway. He hadn’t even looked her way, and Steve always looked at people when they entered a room.

“Who is Jo’s favorite superhero?” Darcy didn’t ask the question aloud, but she was curious. As the girlfriend of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, had she picked one of them? Jo could definitely rock an iron suit, but Darcy would pay to see her covered head to toe in green paint.

“Avengers!” The loud yell came from behind Darcy, loud enough and sudden enough to make her jump and spin away, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. She even backed up a few steps to let the captain walk into the den properly.

“Steve is your favorite superhero?” Darcy got out around a startled laugh.

“Aw, c’mon! Cap is the best!” Jo declared and raised her borrowed shield, but her fierce captain look only lasted for a moment before she started grinning. “Steve, stop blushin’ or I’m keepin’ the shield!”

“So, you two, what’s the verdict?” Darcy asked as she looked between Tony and Bruce. Neither looked upset at not being their lover’s favorite. It actually looked like Tony couldn’t stop checking out the new America’s ass.

“Lovely!” Bruce declared for both of them. Darcy smiled and tried not to laugh at the way the two scientists watched Jo with open affection as she tried to get Steve to spar with her in the den, and she collapsed onto the arm of the chair that Tony was in.

“Happy Halloween,” Darcy whispered to Tony.

“Happy holidays, kid,” Tony said without looking away from Jo. Bruce looked at Tony with the same open affection he’d had aimed at Jo, and Darcy relaxed more against the chair. Hopeless, the three of them.

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TO THE UNIVERSE AND BACK | HAZARD

summary: Lila leaned forward on her knees, eyes wide again. “Is that your organ story? Do you have dead parents also? Cooper says a real superhero usually has dead parents.”

“...Um no. But maybe we should stop listening to Cooper, yeah? Also, its origin story, not organ.”

or

What happens when Willow Bennett accidently travels to a whole other universe? And meets a superhero hero team that’s far from perfect just like her?

Great.

As if her life wasn’t hard enough.

Hazard is the first story to my ongoing series To The Universe and Back.

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Lull

Steve Rogers x Reader (You / OFC)

Summary: So this is when you understood the difference between making love and banging, or, in this case, fucking.

Warning: Fluff / SMUT / MINORS DNI / 18+ / Unprotected Sex /

Characters: OC, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, Natasha Romanoff

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1: Insomnia | 2: Lucid | 3: Reverie | 4: Nightmare | 5: Awakening | 6: Dusk | 7: Hypnagogia

You slipped through the streets like shadows, holding hands, hearts racing, eyes darting over your shoulders, every sound amplified by the silence of the night. The Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder – or ‘Magic Stark-Potter Thing’ as Steve was calling it – had granted you some safe time. But time was fragile, and you both knew it.

Your powers pulsed beneath your skin, guiding Steve with quiet certainty. You could feel the city’s pulse, see through the walls, and peer into the hidden corners of every alley. You led him down paths that no one else knew, invisible threads pulling you toward safety. The streets, immersed in late hours after midnight, stretched before you like the remnants of some secret map.

When you reached a narrow street swallowed by the night, you knelt down and moved a pile of old garbage cans aside, revealing a small, grimy basement window. You glanced back at Steve, and gestured for him to follow you down.

Turned out to be an underground club, and the party was just getting good.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and smoke. Neon lights painted the walls in erratic colors—electric blues and deep reds—while people shouted over the pounding music, their laughter swallowed by the deafening noise.

You exchanged a look with Steve as you pushed through the crowd. His usual composed demeanor flickered, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene while staying close behind you. You weaved through the press of bodies, brushing against strangers lost in their own worlds, music vibrating through your bones as you both made your way to the other side. It felt like a different universe—one that was wild, loud, and completely unaware of the chaos lurking outside its walls.

“I need a computer!” You raised your voice so he could hear.

“I really don’t think you’ll find one here.” He almost laughed, holding your waist and waving through the people around you as you moved forward.

“I know.” You tilted your jaw. “But that’s perfect, look.” You pointed to the computer they used as a register to take orders. “An older one, probably. I need to enter an untraceable code; our network is probably compromised, so I need to notify the only being who can’t be hacked or corrupted.”

“Really?” Now he was intrigued. “Who?”

“Vision.” You continued to scan the place as you moved through the dancing crowd. “These machines won’t work, they’re plugged into their private network. I’ll need something connected to the outside. C'mon… let’s go to another floor.” It was a huge underground bar, so you held Steve’s hand and moved to the stairs.

“I think we’ve got company.” Steve tightened his grip as he noticed some guys entering the floor. They looked like military—tense poses and sharp, alert eyes scanning the place. He looked up and saw more of them on the floor above, near the exits and moving through the whole place.

“Let’s go, we don’t have much time. I think there’s some gear on me that’s making us trackable.” You hurried with him to go down, but stopped when those military men started coming from downstairs. You pulled him aside, hiding in a dark corner, but they weren’t leaving. Steve’s figure—tall, handsome, blonde—was too easy to recognize. A lot of women (and men) were looking at him with flirtatious eyes, intrigued.

You passed by corridors and stairs full of people, using your powers and his sensitive perception to navigate the space. The men didn’t notice you were there, but their eyes were everywhere.

You felt Steve’s body tense beside you, ready to attack at any moment, and the place would turn into hell if that happened. You cupped his face, pulling him closer to the wall, your eyes scanning behind him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this with you…” You smirked as the men passed by, and with your hand on his neck, you kissed him deeply.

Shit. Steve’s body went rigid.

This was the worst place and the worst time, but somehow, it felt so right. He’d almost forgotten how much he needed this. The moment your lips met his, your body pressed against his, the scent of smoke and debris clinging to you from the chase. But your kiss, it grounded him—reminded him why every risk was worth it.

He kissed you in the flicker of shadows, under the flashing lights, in a dark corner of an underground club. Drunk, dancing strangers moved in their own ecstasy, oblivious to the danger. It wasn’t something he ever imagined doing, but then again, you always brought the unexpected. And again...How could you ever think he’d choose anyone else over you? Over this?

He deepened the kiss, pinning you to the wall, his tongue brushing yours, and it felt so right… you tasted like sweetness, laced with something wild, like sin and salvation entwined.

“Steve…” You broke away, eyes still on the men as they passed, and he lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You grinned. “I really don’t think this is the time…”

“Well…” He chuckled, voice rough. “I think it’s the perfect time for this.”

“Come on. Let’s move now that we have the chance.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before starting to move.

Taking advantage of the lack of enemies in sight, you made it to the last floor through doors and hidden passageways and arrived at what seemed to be a VIP room.

“There we go.” Your eyes locked onto a computer next to a more sophisticated bar. “That’ll do.” But as you approached, Steve’s senses sharpened, picking up the tension of a threat.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw a group of men—tall, armed, and bearing the unmistakable faces of movie villains. Why do they always look like the bad guys? He sighed, slowly rolling up his sleeves. Well, it was about damn time. He had been holding back this feeling of wanting to punch someone ever since a bomb exploded near your car.

“Mmm?” You turned back and noticed the surroundings. The only guy who had been on a date at a corner table rushed out with his partner as soon as the room filled with the approaching men, circling both of you. He was even polite enough to close the door behind him.

“Oh.” You blinked at the 1, 2, 3… 15 men surrounding you.

“Gentlemen, there’s really no need for this to escalate…” You advised as the tension thickened, movements slowing to a crawl before the inevitable first strike.

“Shut up, doll. We’ll take care of you later.” Said the man who seemed to be their leader, smirking at you. “And believe me, you’ll be well attended.”

“Oh … you really shouldn’t have said that.” You shook your head, already sensing Steve’s fists clenching in response.

“Sir, you’re about to get the smash of your life…” You spun just in time to grab the bartender’s hand as he reached for a weapon beneath the desk, a fight breaking out behind you. “Please don’t do that.” You blinked at him. “I just need to borrow your computer, okay?”

“Um…” The bartender, startled by your strong grip, noticed the Avengers logo on your gear and quickly reconsidered. “Um… this thing runs on Windows Millennium. Like…Yikes.” He gestured at the ancient machine. “Don’t you need something, I don’t know, more modern?”

“It’ll do, thanks.” You hopped over the bar counter and began typing. “If it doesn’t send Vision a signal, it’ll at least ping him with a virus warning.”

The moment Steve moved, the air shifted.

The first punch landed with the force of a freight train, sending one of the goons crashing into a table, shattering glass and upending chairs. Chaos erupted in the room as fists and bodies collided. Steve ducked under a wild swing, his movements sharp and precise, retaliating with a brutal uppercut that left another attacker sprawled on the floor. Damn, this is so boring. A punching bag in the training room felt even heavier.

One of the armed men lunged at him with a knife, but Steve twisted to the side, catching the man’s wrist and flipping him over with ease. The crack of bones echoed as the thug hit the ground hard, and Steve was already turning, launching a swift kick into another man’s chest, sending him crashing through the VIP room’s thin partition wall.

“Babe, you got that?” He moved his head, avoiding a knife—or whatever sharp thing was coming from the back—grabbed the guy by his arm, and twisted it like a towel.

“Just a sec.” You were typing the commands as bottles clinked and tables flew across the room, the thumping bass from the club floor below barely audible over the grunts and crashes of the fight. 

“Just… okay, there.” You turned to the bartender: “Do you want me to upgrade this system for you?”

The bartender wanted to answer, but suddenly bent over as a guy was thrown and hit against the wine cellar. He covered his head and screamed, so you raised your eyebrows and took that as a no.

With only three men left standing, they hesitated for a moment, locking eyes with each other as if silently deciding who would make the first move. But that took forever, and Steve was getting bored. He lunged forward, grabbing the nearest man by the collar, lifting him effortlessly before slamming him down onto the tables, the impact scattering bottles and glasses across the floor.

Before the next guy could even react, Steve spun, delivering a swift elbow to the second man’s jaw, sending him reeling backward into a bookshelf, knocking it over with a deafening crash.

The last man, clearly outmatched, pulled out a gun in a desperate attempt to regain control. But Steve was faster. In one fluid motion, he ducked low, dodging the shot, and surged forward, ripping the gun from the man’s hand and delivering a bone-crushing punch to his gut. The man doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, before Steve finished him off with a knee to the face, leaving him crumpled on the ground.

The room was now littered with unconscious bodies, shattered glass, and overturned furniture.

“Wow…” You said in awe. “You didn’t even sweat.” You were thinking that he sweats more when he’s in bed with you.

And he laughed, thinking the same: “I’m saving that for later.”

Just as the dust was settling and Steve was wiping his hands clean, the door burst open, and Tony sauntered in, his suit gleaming in the dim light.

"Everybody freeze!" Iron man said in a mechanical voice behind his helmet, raising his hand and pointing at… nothing. Then he lowered it, noticing the room was still, filled only with men groaning in pain on the floor, while you and Steve rolled your eyes at him.

"What? I was already nearby when Vis delivered the message just three seconds ago. It's not like I'm late..." He raised an eyebrow at the sight of unconscious bodies and broken furniture, clearly unfazed by the chaos, as the team led by Maria and Sam entered the room with their weapons raised.

"Get 'em all; we need intel," Steve sighed as he walked over to you. "There’s a lot of interrogation to do." He pulled you close. "C'mon, let's go home."

It was almost sunrise when you arrived at the compound. You slept a bit in the car, and when the heroes started debating in the command room about the next steps and strategies, you stretched your body and headed to the dressing room yawning.

You needed a cold water shower to clear your mind before helping Tony and Bruce decipher all the information. Plus, you had to get out of this suit that smelled like grilled cement, ashes, and burnt fabric.

Ugh, you were a mess. You opened the locker and started unzipping the gear when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you.

Steve’s arms locked around you before you could turn. He restrained your wrists as a frenzied kiss landed on your lips, fingers laced with yours, pinning you against the wall. While holding you captive with one hand, he explored your wrists with the other.

He was burning.

The kiss deepened, and all the feelings he had been holding back since the car chase, was poured into the embrace. 

He was so turned on by everything that had happened—the adrenaline, the action, the danger, and the risks. He was impressed, and aroused, so fucking aroused.

He knew you were special, but you didn’t even blink during the chaos. 

There were explosives, drones, and the entire freaking Iron Army chasing you in a car, and you didn’t step back an inch.

This unyielding, unwavering, fierce-as-fuck version of you was driving him insane.

“Steve…?” You broke the kiss because you needed air, though you were enjoying it. “Are you okay?” Didn’t you just kind of… escape from death?

“Better than ever.” He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I need you.” He said this while lowering your gear’s zipper, inhaling as your breasts sprang free from your clothes. He groaned, kneading them with desperate need.

Oh, okay… You moaned, tilting your head back when he sucked and lapped at them. Your gear was only half off as he pulled down your pants, kicked them aside, lifted your leg around his waist, and plunged into your already soaked folds.

Oh, wow. You gasped in awe as your inner walls stretched wide, completely filled by him, and your bodies slamming against the lockers.

And that’s when you understood the difference between making love and banging, or, in this case, fucking. 

Yup, what you’d been doing every night was making love. But this… 

This was Steve fucking you. And fucking you hard.

The pace was brutal, pounding with relentless intensity. He held your leg and gripped your ass to keep you in position. With one hand on your neck, forcing eye contact, he fucked you harder and harder.

His voice was hoarse and raw, groaning with lust. When he saw you bite your lip to stay quiet, he smiled and quickened his pace.

“I’ve wanted to do this since you kissed me in the nightclub…” He said, his body slamming into yours, locking you against the lockers.

“Keeping you like this in a dark corner, making love to you in the middle of the crowd…” With those images in mind, he murmured in your ear, his thrusts becoming stronger, admiring how waves of pleasure overtook you, making you pressed your leg tighter to his waist, your breath coming in silent gasps, pleading for more.

“Steve…” You could barely whisper. You couldn’t catch your breath as he pounded into you, shaking your body with the force of his thrusts. Your nails dug into his back, trying to hold back your voice, biting your lower lip so the moans wouldn’t escape. You didn’t even know if he had locked the door—someone could walk in at any moment.

But he was so hard, his pace so fast and relentless, completely out of control.

Steve never came before you did. He always made sure you were satisfied first. But this time, he cums when you finally gave in and moaned his name, his release hot and thick inside you.

Before you could even process it, he pulled out and turned you around.

Your breasts hit the lockers as his hands gripped your waist. He positioned you, and just when you were about to inhale, he was inside you again.

Fuck! This felt so good…! Steve never felt this urge, never wanted this so bad, his eyes darkening with further lust and desire, his hands pressing your waist and squeezing your bouncing ass cheek as he sees how he thrusts inside out of you. 

You are so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect for his cock, as you were tailored made for him. He was probably hard since you commanded him in the car, with that badass attitude and fierce determination, and now you were leaning there, with your elbows against the locker, your tits bouncing as he strokes, your ass cheeks marked as he squeezes and rubs them, and your folds still dripping remains of his last cum. Totally at his mercy. 

Fuck, this is hot.

He was going wild. Seeing you trying to mute what at home would be the sweetest or wildest moan, only spur him on, driving him to fuck you with greater velocity, snapping forward with greater intensity. 

“Let go, babe…” He said, snapping his hips forward. Each thrust hit that perfect spot deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through both of your bodies. “Let it go… Cum for me honey… Come on… I know you’re about to…”

He leaned forward, grabbed your face, and kissed you fiercely, his tongue claiming yours. His hand found your breasts, tweaking and tugging at your nipples until they stiffened, begging for attention.

“Fuck, baby… You feel so good…” His voice was a ragged, hot breath near your ear. His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast circles as he continued to fuck you. 

Your moans were loader, and your clit was so sensitive, it couldn’t take more contact, Steve’s thumbs rubbed faster and stronger, and as he continues to fuck you in your spot, when he feels your walls about to clamp, he just whispers in a determined tone in your ear. “Cum, now.”

It was like he had a switch that controlled your body. Your inner walls clenched at his command, and you gave in, cumming long and hard around his cock, your body trembling. All you were making was lust sounds, mumbling his name, trying to breathe and to recover to the ecstasy that went from your clit to your mind. 

“That’s it, my love…” He smiled with satisfaction, hissing through clenched teeth, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you into another fervent kiss.

When his lips sealed yours, the thrusts became faster and rougher, uncontrollable moans escaping as his hands roamed over your breasts. His movements were frenetic, chasing his own orgasm.

You moved with him, drunk on lust, oblivious to everything else. You felt his hands squeezing harder, his gasps becoming heavier, his cock growing bigger and stronger. Finally, he buried himself inside you, erupting and flooding your depths with a hot load of cum. His hips jerked involuntarily as the last drops spilled inside you, and he was finally satisfied.

“Oh…god… fuck, babe…” He had one hand still rubbing your tits, another pressing your clit and feeling his cum overload your folds, and his body resting in yours, covered with sweat, gear at his feet, when the extreme edge washed over him. “That…was…amazing.”

"Steve..." You panted as he pulled out and turned you around, instantly leaning into him. "I need to sit..." Your knees were weak, and your thighs hurt a little, but in a good way, a very good way.

He let out a soft laugh. "I’m so sorry..." He kissed your forehead as he lifted you onto the bench and covered you with his shirt. "Did I hurt you? Oh..." He winced at the marks on your waist and thighs, nearly bruised from his hands.

"Shit, babe... I’m sorry I got carried away." His voice softened, apologetic. "Does it hurt?" He pressed a kiss on your wrists, where he had also been holding on so tight. "Fuck... I’m sorry."

"No." You grinned and kissed him back. "It was amazing..." You leaned toward him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "I loved it. We should have more missions like this."

"As much as I’d love to..." He smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face, holding you close. "I hate the danger around you. But hey..." He hesitated for a moment. "About what I said earlier..."

"'Cum, now'?" You imitated his voice, and he let out a loud laugh.

"No, earlier..."

"Mmm..." You recalled your eidetic memory. "'Keeping you like this in a dark corner, making love to you in the middle of the crowd'?"

Your eyes brightened. "You wanna go back to the nightclub so we can make out?"

Steve actually considered it for a second. "We’ll talk about that later... but no, I meant what I said in the car before the Iron Army attacked us like Ultron’s possessed children."

"Yeah..." You didn’t remember. Well, no, you weren’t listening. "I was distracted by the giant bomb headed toward us, babe... I’m sorry I didn’t hear."

He leaned back, chuckling and shaking his head.

"Okay, what I was saying..." Now he was looking right at you. He cupped your face, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "I think it’s just been proven how deeply, madly, utterly in love I am with you. I don’t have eyes for anyone else..."

"Ohhh!" Now you connected the dots. "So we’re talking about my insecurities because you hung out with your gorgeous ex-girlfriend all day?"

"She’s not..." Steve sighed, then softened his voice. "Well, there. There’s nothing for you to be insecure about. I love you. Only you. And I think I’ve proven my desire to be with you forever with the ring..."

"What?" Now you were shocked. "Wait, what?" You sat up straight. "Was the ring really... really... a ring?"

"Of course it is. What else would it be?"

"Um... you said it was a tracking device."

"It is." Steve sighed. "But eventually, when all this is over, it will be just a ring that means: you’re the love of my life, and I want to be with you forever." He smiles at your incredulous face, and holds you in his embrace, placing a kiss on your forehead: "In this life, and all the lifetimes to come. I want only you."

You stared at him, speechless, feeling the warmth of his arms around you and the weight of his words settling in. His gaze was so full of love, it made your heart race. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words, but then you leaned into him, resting your forehead against his.

"Steve..." You whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t have to say anything." He replied softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Just... stay with me. That’s all I need."

You smiled, your heart overflowing. "Yes." You kissed him back. "Now. Always. Forever."

"Okay, now that we’re good..." He lifted you up in his arms. "C’mon princess, let’s take a bath, we are a mess here."

Oh. You raised your eyebrows. You don’t know who he’s kidding; you both know how this was going to end.

The End but TBD :)

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9: Vigil |

10: Eclipse |

Divider Credits: to the wonderful @cafekitsune

And that's a wrap for chapter 8! Wohoo, I'm so glad I've made it to write a complete smut!! xD I really suck at writing it in english :D So with so many wonderful writers out there, thank you for reading up to here, hope you enjoyed it :D And thanks everyone for participating in the poll last post xD Can't believe fluff won, come on some angst and then a fluff and happy ending won't hurt, right? xD

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What am I Going to Do With You?

Summary: An investigative reporter involved in an altercation worries about the reaction from her boss and boyfriend, media mogul Bucky Barnes.

Length: 3.6 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC, John Walker, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton.

Warnings: language, power imbalance, age difference (Bucky is 40, OFC is 29), fears of infidelity.

Author notes: Sometimes a writer struggles with inspiration and sometimes it comes from out of the blue. The inspiration for this story came from the photoshoot Sebastian did for Entertainment Weekly, promoting The Apprentice. Several pictures gave me a media mogul vibe and I went from there. What happens after the ending is left to your imagination. Go wild.

I sat there beside the sergeant's desk, waiting to be released after being bailed out, worrying about Bucky's reaction when he got up there.  It wasn't my fault this time.  It really wasn't, but I knew that wasn't going to wash with him.  This time he wouldn't be able to keep it out of the news as it was already going viral over social media.  The door behind me opened, making me turn in curiosity, and John Walker came out, still holding an ice bag to his nose.  Shaking my head, I faced forward, ignoring him.

"You broke my fucking nose," he whined, as he passed me, looking back as I sat there.

"You're lucky I didn't break more," I answered, the fire within me flaring up again.  "Next time, maybe you'll think twice about bullying some kid because you didn't get your exact favourite brand of fucking still water.  God, you're such a dickwad."

"John, let it go," said his lawyer, guiding him towards the door out of the office.  "You can press civil charges for the injury."

"No, he can't!" I yelled, before the door closed.  "He assaulted me.  It's all over social media and all my friends saw him shove me first."

The sergeant at the desk glared at me and I sat back in my chair, then repositioned the ice bag on my right hand.  I probably broke something on Walker's stupid nose.  Then the door into the office opened, and Bucky walked in.  He just stood there for the longest moment with that look on his face, the one that told me I really fucked up good this time.  It wasn't an angry look, but it was disappointed and that, more than anything, upset me.  I could feel the tightness begin in my throat and then my lips began to tremble.  Clamping my jaw down I suppressed the urge to cry, not because I didn't want to but because if I did, any one there could take a picture of me, and it would go out on social media with the tags #Bucky Barnes girlfriend arrested again #how many times is too many? #is this the end for Bucky and Skye? 

He looked so good as well, wearing clothes I helped pick out.  The oversized tweed jacket paired with the black slacks, mint green dress shirt and deep brown tie was something else.  Prada really suited him.  He smiled at the sergeant, offering him the receipt for my bail.

"Did a paramedic check Ms. Knight's hand?" he asked.

The sergeant nodded.  "She refused treatment.  They thought she might have broken it."  He looked over at me.  "She's been okay here, except when Walker came out."

Bucky smirked.  "Yeah, assholes have that effect on her.  Are we good here?"

The sergeant smiled and handed Bucky his receipt back as well as my purse.  With an audible exhale he came over to me and kneeled down, gently removing the ice bag from my right hand, then inspecting it himself. 

"Does it hurt?"  I nodded.  "Come on, I'll take you to the clinic to get it x-rayed."

"The clinic, really?" 

I was being a brat, I know, but he put the ice bag back on my hand and stood up, waiting for me.

"Skye, you know that every use of the clinic provides funding for the free clinic in Bed-Stuy.  It's late, we're both tired and they can see you and treat you within an hour.  Put your outrage somewhere else for a moment."

He was right.  He usually was and he never crowed about it or made it into a big deal.  It was one of the things I loved about him.  After holding the office door open for me, he pressed the elevator button, then allowed me to go in first, his hand slightly on the small of my back.  The door closed on us.

"Do you want to hear what happened?"

"I know what happened," he answered calmly.  "Nat called me, and you know that she never sugar coats it.  There are enough videos on Snapchat, Instagram, and X to make a movie about it."

"Are you mad at me?" His calm demeanour was getting to me.

"Mad?  Why would I be mad?  You stood up to a bully who was trying to get a kid fired for being the one who told him they didn't have his favourite brand of still water."

"But I hit him.  Broke his nose, probably."

A slight smile appeared on Bucky's face.  "He pushed you before you did hit him, so it was self-defence."  He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head.  "I'm not mad.  I am concerned that you wasted a punch on that asshole and not on someone who matters."  He breathed out.  "Not that there's going to be a repeat of this, right?"

He gazed at me; his blue eyes dominant on his bearded face.  It was the same face he used in business as owner / CEO of an entertainment company that was a major player in news, movies, and television programming.  That face was rarely used on me but when it was, I knew he meant it.  I nodded my head, thoroughly chastened. 

"Now, there are news crews outside the precinct, including some of my own people," he said.  "They're going to be pushing you for a statement.  I can speak for you if you wish but if you choose to say something, don't be inflammatory.  John Walker might be an asshole but there are still powerful people who support him and don't like it when he's shown in a negative light.  They can drag your name through the mud, and by extension, mine.  I can handle it, so you don't have to protect me.  I'll protect you as much as I can, but I can't be seen giving you preferential treatment as you're still an employee and there is a power imbalance between us.  Accusations of favouritism because you're my girlfriend take away from your own abilities and I won't be accused of that."

I smiled a little.  He was protective of me, but I got my job because I was good at it, not because I was sleeping with him.  In fact, I had my job before I ever met him, and we didn't sleep together for almost two months after we started dating.  For a few moments before the elevator door opened, I remembered the night we met.  For two years I had been working as an investigative reporter for an affiliate station in the east, going to bat for people up against uncaring bureaucracies, or helping those who fell between the cracks when they were dealing with assholes who took their money but didn't deliver the goods.  I was nominated for a national news award and went to New York for the awards ceremony.  It was an open bar, and I lined up to order a drink.  Just as I got to the front, I heard a man's voice.

"May I buy you a drink?"

"It's an open bar," I said, before turning to face the voice, then almost falling down at the sight of the man next to me.

His chestnut hair was longish but well styled, and his close clipped beard with the slightest bit of grey in it was definitely attractive.  He wore an Armani tuxedo, Cartier watch, and shoes that probably cost more than I made in a month.  It was his eyes that captured me the most, as the blue grey hue stood out in their intensity.  Then he smiled and I was lost.

"It is an open bar," he agreed, "but for a bit extra I can promise you a better quality champagne, or whatever you want.  My treat."

"Champagne, then," I answered. 

He nodded at the bartender and held up two fingers, then pulled out his wallet.  Producing a black card with no writing on it, he touched the terminal and slid the card back into its spot, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill for the tip jar.  At first, I thought it was a bit of an extravagant display of wealth, but he looked at my face and chuckled.

"I'm not showing off.  It's the smallest bill I have but is appropriate for the price of this champagne."

He handed me my glass, then took his and ushered me over to a spot beside a large plant.  Before he could introduce himself, another man noticed him and joined us.

"James, you made it." He glanced at me.  "You brought a date?"

"We don't know each other," I said quickly.  "He just bought me a drink."

"Tony, this is Skye Knight," replied Bucky.  "She works at one of my affiliate stations and is up for a national award in investigative reporting.  Miss Knight, this is Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, parent company of Red Iron Media.  I'm James Barnes, technically your boss."

He knew who I was.  I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was a hurried thank you for the drink.  As the two men began talking business, I realized I was in over my head and quickly interrupted them to say I saw someone I knew and excused myself.  As soon as I was out of view (or so I thought) I downed my champagne and escaped to the ladies' room, where I promptly hyperventilated.  A red headed woman glanced at me.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine," I said, unconvincingly.  "I just embarrassed myself in front of James Barnes and Tony Stark.  No biggie."

She chuckled, then offered me her hand.  "Natasha Romanov, I work for Mr. Barnes.  You shouldn't be intimidated by him.  He's one of the good ones.  Stark isn't bad either."

"Skye Knight," I replied.  "I didn't recognize either of them."

"You're up for an investigative reporting award," she said.  "Mr. Barnes was very pleased that someone with a regional station was nominated.  He's always pleased when the news division does well.  Don't worry about it."  She looked at her watch.  "We should be taking our seats.  If I remember correctly, you're sitting at Mr. Barnes' table.  He's probably already there, wondering where we are."

It was at that moment of reliving that night that the elevator door opened, and the flashes of photographers began, even though they were still outside, crowded around the glass doors.  Bucky looked at me.

"Ready?" 

I nodded and he guided me out into the press of people.  There were questions about what happened and if I was injured.  Then the questions were thrown at Bucky.

"How do you feel about your star reporter being involved in an altercation with John Walker?  When he came out earlier, he hinted at a possible civil suit against you and Skye."

He looked out over the assembly then at me.  His stoicism was impressive as he gave no sign that he was bothered by any of it.

"I commend Ms. Knight for trying to stand up for an individual who was being bullied.  When John Walker became belligerent enough to push her, she reacted as anyone would when feeling threatened.  It's not the first time he has been accused of bullying behaviour.  The videos of bystanders show that he was the aggressor by assaulting her first.  I stand by Ms. Knight as a valued member of our news services and will defend her right to intervene when she sees someone being bullied."

There were several more questions and although I did speak, my hand started to hurt.  When one of the photographers brushed up against me, I cried out and Bucky immediately shielded me, then asked for the reporters to clear so he could take me for medical attention.  Clint was there with the car, and he came forward, clearing a path for us until we could get in the back seat. 

"Straight to the clinic please," said Bucky, then he turned to me.  "You should have said something.  I would have cut that circus short."

I didn't reply, but I did begin to cry because I was almost at my limit, and Bucky put his arm around me, murmuring I would be okay.  His sympathy was almost worse than his disappointment.  Soon, we were at the clinic, and he escorted me in where I was whisked away for an x-ray.  When I was brought back to an examining room, Bucky was waiting for me.  Less than 10 minutes later, I was given a shot for the pain, then Dr. Banner came in and confirmed I broke a bone in my hand.

"Boxer's fracture," he said.  "We'll have to reduce it before we splint and wrap your hand.  It will take about six weeks to heal and another six weeks for you to get your strength back.  No boxing, obviously, but you should avoid using it at all.  That includes computer use."

I groaned a little, but he just smiled at me then left to prepare the kit to wrap up my hand. 

"After you heal up, you're taking boxing lessons to learn how to hit properly," said Bucky, before Dr. Banner returned.

"I thought you said I couldn't do that anymore," I replied, sarcastically.

"You still need to know how to defend yourself and it's great exercise."  He crossed his legs at the knee.  "How do you think I keep my girlish figure?"

He was grinning when he said that which almost made me laugh.  Dr. Banner and a nurse returned to tend to me.  Even with the painkiller it hurt when he reset the bone, but as he wrapped my hand up after fitting the splint, the compression helped relieve some of it.  He recommended more ice packs and gave me two days worth of strong pain killers, saying I should be okay with over-the-counter medication after.  Bucky shook his hand, then walked me out to the car, where Clint hopped out and opened the back door for us.

"Home?" he asked. 

Bucky nodded.  I leaned against him, then placed my uninjured hand on his.  He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb as we rode.  It was almost 2 am when Clint pulled up to the tower.

"I won't be going in tomorrow," Bucky said.  "I'll telecommute.  Take the day, sleep in, have lunch with your wife and I'll see you the day after."

"Sure thing," replied Clint, then he opened the back door for us and waited until we were inside the lobby door before driving off.

On the way up in the elevator, my mind wandered again as Bucky checked his phone.  He smirked a few times.

"Walker's people are trying to spin it that you were drunk," he said.  "The people aren't buying it.  He didn't even have a reservation at the restaurant and bullied the maître d' into giving him and his entourage a table.  Several people who were there are saying he was rude well before you got there.  I'll get Steve to make a call to him, remind him that if the general public found out about his side pieces that it could get ugly for him."

"Do you have any side pieces?" I blurted out, as the pain killers had taken effect and loosened my tongue.

He had been married before and was separated when we met, although I wouldn't go out with him until his divorce from Sharon was finalized.  My question must have surprised him because he said nothing, making me wonder if I was now the one living in denial.  When the elevator door to the penthouse opened, I walked straight to our bedroom and got changed, after cleaning my face with one hand.  That was fun.  When I came out, wearing one of his dress shirts and nothing else, Bucky was sitting in a leather armchair, his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up.

"Come here," he said, softly, patting his lap.

I knelt on the floor in front of him, unwilling to sit where he wanted me.  With a bit of a frown, he rested his head on his hand, and gazed intently at me.  I knew that what I said bothered him as the crease between his brow returned after disappearing during the car ride. 

"Why did you say that?" he asked, watching my face intently.

I shrugged.  "I'm feeling a little loopy, I guess.  It just came out."

"Have I done anything to make you think that I'm cheating on you?"

"No, never.  Forget I said it."

"I can't," he replied.  "I'm bothered you would think that of me."  He leaned closer, taking my face in his hands.  "What am I going to do with you?"

I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I uttered something borne out of my own insecurities.

"Are you going to break up with me?"

He pulled me up into his lap, enclosing me with his arms and kissing my face all over.  Then he made sure I was looking directly at him. 

"No, I love you," he replied, his voice cracking slightly.  "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.  Why do you think I would want to break up with you?"

I frowned and looked away.  "Social media tags.  It seems that I'm often making the news instead of reporting on it and people say that at some point it will make us break up."

"Fuck social media.  They don't know how much I love you.  Making the news comes with the job.  It has since we started dating.  You remember the night we met, right?"  I nodded.  "Remember how you ran from me and Tony because you were so intimidated?"  I looked at him in surprise.  "I knew.  You looked like a deer in the headlights.  It was adorable and I knew then that I wanted to know you.  Then you found out I was separated from Sharon but not divorced and refused to go out with me until it got finalized.  Didn't stop the gossip rags and bloggers from making stuff up about us.  You won that award and suddenly the pictures of us having that drink were being paraded as proof that we were together.  They even said that Tony and I shared you as a girlfriend.  You don't know how many lawsuit threats I made on your behalf when I became aware they were going to sully your name for breaking up my marriage."

"Are you serious?  How come I didn't know about this?"

"Because I had your back."  A soft look came over his face as he gazed at me.  "Maybe, we should give them something real to talk about."

"Like what?"

He shifted a little, reaching into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out a small box.  My heart flipped when I saw it and I could barely breathe.

"I've been carrying this around for a few weeks now, waiting for the right moment.  I could have sprung for a room full of flowers in front of all of our friends, and cases of that champagne I bought you the night we met but that's been done before.  How many guys ask their girlfriends to marry them after they've broken their hand, punching an asshole in the nose because he was bullying someone?  You're authentic, Skye.  You live life to the fullest, you stick up for anyone who needs your help, your principles are beyond reproach, and you make me feel like I'm 30 again, instead of the 40-year-old man that I am.  I love everything about you, and I don't want to wait any longer.  Would you marry me?"

I hadn't even seen the ring yet, as the box was still closed but I looked into his eyes and saw what I saw every moment I ever spent with him.  He loved me, a 29-year-old woman raised by a single mother, who taught me to always stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves.  I grew up in a trailer park and wore clothes from thrift stores.  Bucky was born into old money wealth, attended private schools, and an Ivy League college.  But he was also raised by a single mother, widowed with four children, and grew up not taking anything for granted.  He volunteered in food banks and soup kitchens and used his wealth to help those who barely had enough to live on.  Now, he wanted me to be with him forever.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

He opened the ring box displaying a ring with an enormous solitaire diamond.  Big, yes but simple and beautiful.  It fit perfectly then he kissed me, deeply but slowly, as his hands held me firmly on his lap.  We sat there for some time, admiring the ring and each other until he stood up and carried me bridal style to the bed. 

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked once again, as he loosened then removed his tie, and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Whatever you want," was my answer, as the rest of his clothes were abandoned. 

"I want you, always," he said, joining me on the bed, his blue eyes darkened with desire.

Always, I liked the sound of that.

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Worthy, pt17

part 1 & 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16

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tags: @bolontiku, @rampant-salamander, @darkdragonpheonix , @440mxs-wife,  @castiels-sunflowers, @peekingsunshine, @alexakeyloveloki, @feelmyroarrrr​

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I popped to my feet and pushed Bruce behind me. In retrospect, I’m not sure what I was thinking, but in the heat of the moment, it seemed wise to get between the two of them. I laced my fingers with Bruce’s and spent most of my will forcing myself, and by connection him, to be calm. The last thing I wanted was for Bruce to change.

“Have you ever heard of knocking? That’s twice now you’ve barged in, uninvited!” I glared at Loki, taking in the battle-ready stance. He had daggers in both his hands and looked ready to lunge. He straightened but didn’t let his guard down.

“And this is what you waste your time on? This mindless beast?” Loki spat, glaring at Bruce. I stepped toward him, holding my hand up to Bruce to keep him back. I got close enough to shove Loki, for all the good it did me. He didn’t move, but shifted his gaze from Bruce down to me. I didn’t often feel short, but Loki, like Thor and Leif, towered over me. It made me feel insignificant and small.

“I don’t recall asking your opinion. Or your permission. So get out.” The snarl that came from my mouth was something otherworldly. I drew in a deep breath and calmed myself. I tried to push some of it toward Bruce. I hoped it was enough. He was shifting from one foot to the other, clenching and unclenching his fists. I assumed he was fighting the change. I stalked away from Loki back toward Bruce and took his arms in my hands. He was on the verge of the change, his eyes completely green, and his skin taking on a pale mossy hue. I shook him gently. “Come back, Bruce. Now is not the time.”

Bruce struggled against my grip, but I held firm to him, willing him to calm down. “Bruce is safe. I will keep him safe.” I tried to logic with the creature taking over, speaking to it as though it weren’t Bruce. I could feel the muscles of his arms contracting, and growing, and started to feel panic building in my chest. The buttons on the front of his shirt popped, narrowly missing my eyes.

“NO!” I exclaimed and stomped my foot. “Not here! Not now! He is not worth this!” But Bruce was gone, and what little weak power I had was tapped out. And with Thor off-earth, there was nothing more to help me, but I still clung to the Hulk’s arm, trying to push the last sense of emotional control I had into him. Something brushed against my shoulder, and a sudden current of electricity shot through my body and into the Hulk. His green eyes flared wide and he wrenched free, but wherever that reserve had come from, it had done what I’d been trying to do. The Hulk began to shrink and Bruce began to reemerge, pale, sweaty, and exhausted. I felt a weight on my shoulder in the spot where the surge of electricity had entered, and made to brush whatever it was away. It was Loki’s hand.

I wrenched away from his touch and stepped in front of Bruce again, more protective now than I previously had felt, determined to protect him. My window shattered and the comforting sensation of the leather grip on the handle of Mjolnir settled my jagged nerves. I looked down at the hammer, both surprised and pleased. I hadn’t expected Mjolnir to come to me, with it in Asgard with Thor. When Loki stepped toward me, I finally got to see what the big deal was. I swung it, with a surprising ease. Less surprising was that the hammer hit its mark, and knocked Loki across the room. Bruce placed a hand on my free arm. “He helped you change me back.” It wasn’t an accusation. He was stating a simple fact. But I felt guilty and sick.

“I don’t want anything from him.”

“If he can teach you how to control your –“ Bruce paused, mulling over what word to use, “magic, that would be pretty amazing.” He paused and ran a hand through his hair. “I know this sounds selfish, but Ella, if he could teach you how to maximize your ability, you could help me control the Other Guy, and maybe that’s selfish. That I want you to spend time with Loki to help me. But if you can help me control the Hulk, I might be able to have some sort of normality to my life.”

I laughed and took his hand with my free one. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “There is nothing normal about you, Dr. Banner.” Loki groaned from the corner of the kitchen when he’d fallen.

“Give him just enough rope to hang himself. But learn what you can from him while he’s working on the knot,” Bruce recommended. I glanced from Loki to Bruce and back again. If Bruce was imploring me to give Loki a chance, I probably should. His lips brushed my forehead and he looked down at the tattered remains of his clothes and sighed. “I’m going to go. Get acquainted. You have the hammer. Use it if the situation warrants.”

XXX

I dropped the hammer on Loki’s chest and sat back on my heels beside him. He struggled for a minute to lift it and then lay back with a curse. It was a creative curse and felt unfamiliar to my ears. Mjolnir must have been allowing for the interpretation of the All Tongue again.

“It’s not the damn hammer. The hammer doesn’t have a brain; it has a charm on it. You understand the All Tongue because you are of my blood.” Loki read my mind. “Now get this base weapon off me, daughter.”

I stood up and walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. I wasn’t really into bottled water, but housekeeping kept refilling my fridge, so I kept drinking it. I slid down the cupboards until I was sitting on the floor, facing Loki, legs crossed in front of me.

“Thor said it was the hammer.”

“Thor is a buffoon.”

“Leif corroborated it. Is he a buffoon too?” My question was pointed. Loki might pass off Thor as an idiot and I wondered if he would do the same to his son.

“Leif has a limited understanding of magic. He refused to develop any talent he had aside from healing.” I would have thought it was disappointment in his tone if it had been anyone else. “His magic is stronger than yours, not being tainted with humanity.”

“And yet, I’m the one who can lift your brother’s hammer. Says something for my humanity, doesn’t it?” I quirked an eyebrow. Loki sighed and struggled under the hammer anew.

“What have you to fear from me, that you would keep me pinned, tethered in place like a common animal?” He questioned. It was a good question. I’d proven that I could use Mjolnir with good effect; I really had nothing to be concerned about when it came to my personal safety. My only concern was why Thor hadn’t blown my door off its hinges yet. Maybe he couldn’t travel as fast as Mjolnir could. Or maybe he hadn’t noticed it was gone yet. I had no idea about time zones in Asgard. It could be the middle of the night. I lifted the hammer off Loki and propped it against the cupboards beside me. Loki pushed himself up to sitting and appraised me slowly. It was invasive. I could feel my skin prickle against his assessment, as what must have been his magic probed at me. He narrowed his eyes and sighed, crossing his arms.

“Your magic is so like your mother’s –“

“My mother doesn’t have magic.” I interrupted. “My mother is a human physician.” Loki’s eyes widened for a moment and then resumed their hooded disinterest.

“Every being on every world has the potential for magic, Ella. The truly gifted here on earth see it as science, but the ability to manipulate the world around you is a powerful form of magic,” he explained. “And your mother has an uncanny ability to heal. Almost supernatural.”

“Like Leif’s mom,” I cut in. “You know that’s creepy, right? Going after the same type for eternity.”

“The heart wants what it wants, Ella. Mine just happens to want Eira. But as I cannot have her, I have settled for other healers to make me feel whole for the brief amount of time I’ve had them.” It was a confession. And it was sad. Lonely. No wonder he was sick and twisted, if his reality included seducing healers and doctors for eternity trying to get back what he’d lost the first time he’d fallen in love.

“So, magic. You say I have it,” I paused, waiting for him to nod. “Show me how to control it. Show me how to develop it so it doesn’t stop working.”

“So you can tame the beast?” Loki spat, leaning close to me. I slapped him. It hurt.

“Don’t be an ass. I’ve always been able to calm people. Why shouldn’t I develop this? It will benefit more than just Bruce,” I argued, shaking my hand to regain the sensation in it.

“When you are lost to passion, Elizabeth, you will not be able to remember to keep him calm. And he will tear you apart when he transforms. So enlighten me as to why I would want to teach you to control your magic when I can already see it will lead to your death?” Loki wasn’t completely unaffected by my slap. He rubbed his jaw lightly. I felt smug.

“I’m finding it hard to believe you care one way or another.” I stood up and crossed the kitchen to toss my empty water bottle in the recycling. Loki was up and on me in a flash, pinning me to the cupboards.

“I care about the destruction of that which belongs to me, Elizabeth,” he hissed in my ear. I flexed my hand and Mjolnir snapped into my opened palm. I pushed the hammer between us and braced myself as though I might have to swing it again.

“And here’s a little note, Daddy,” I emphasized the term with heavy sarcasm. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not an object to be owned. I’m a living, breathing person. Maybe I don’t need to learn anything from you after all. Find your way out before I have Mjolnir show you the way out.”

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I found myself knocking on Bruce’s door, arguing with myself. I was worried he would be angry that I chased Loki off. That he would push me away because of it. He opened the door, hair wet from the shower, wearing flannel pyjama bottoms. He wore no shirt, showing off the wiry musculature of his arms and chest. It was a stark contrast between the man he’d been and the man he’d become. When I was younger, in the throes of my teen girl crush on him, he’d been softer. More scientist-stuck-in-a-lab. Now he had the look of someone who’d survived to him. Survived what, I could only imagine. The horrors of his transformation weren’t the only thing he’d lived through.

“I didn’t count on seeing you so soon,” he stepped aside to invite me in. I crossed the threshold, taking in the space around me. The ceilings were significantly higher than mine, and the furnishings were minimal. I realized this suite was tailor-made for Bruce, for when he couldn’t control the transformations. Reinforced concrete pillars, and thicker glass in the windows. The place was designed to withstand the damage the Hulk could do. There was a crack in the flooring in my suite where Bruce had been standing when he’d changed, but here, with the polished concrete floor, there would be no damage done when his weight increased. The amount of retrofit and reinforcement done on the building would have had to be immense, and the cost astronomical.

“Tony Stark has more depth than anyone gives him credit for,” I breathed. Bruce laughed.

“I try to get out to his cabin in the wilderness at least once a month. I can’t hurt anything there. Scare the crap out of the bears, but I don’t hurt anything. This was just, I don’t know, for in case,” he shrugged.

“The floor is cold. But I like it. Maintenance is going to get sick of me requisitioning repairs to my place. The hammer took out another window. The floor needs repairs. When I knocked Loki into the kitchen, he busted my cupboards.” I looked around Bruce’s kitchen. It was the same as mine. More vegetables on the counter, but otherwise identical.

“Is he going to teach you?” Bruce couldn’t wait for me to volunteer the information.

“I may have kicked him out,” I began. Bruce’s mouth dropped open. “Before you say anything, please, hear me out. He said I belonged to him. I lost my temper.”

“Okay.” Bruce nodded and pulled a beer out of the fridge and handed it to me after popping the cap off. I took a drink.

“Okay?”

“You’re not a prize in a game, Ella. It was selfish of me to ask,” he started.

“No, Bruce. It wasn’t. It was desperate and lonely and that I can understand. It doesn’t just benefit you that I am able to help you control your change. It benefits me too,” I interrupted.

“How?” He looked puzzled.

“Because I get you. You get a more normal life, but the lynchpin to that more normal life is me. Which means I get you. So I’m selfish too.” Bruce shook his head, and I knew he was going to try to argue. I held up my hand to stop him and felt myself blushing. “This is so embarrassing, but I’m going to tell you anyhow. Bruce, I went into science because of you. But not just because I thought your research was amazing. I was fifteen. I also thought you were really dreamy. You might think you’re the most selfish person in the world for wanting me to learn to control my latent abilities, but I’m just as selfish because it means I get you.”

“You had a crush on me when you were fifteen?” He asked. I looked away, then looked back at him, meeting his gaze head-on.

“Since I was fifteen,” I admitted. He stepped over to me and pulled me into his arms. His lips bruised mine, aggressive and needy. I lost my breath, and let his passion distract me. I was gasping for air, desperate for more of him. And then I felt my heart racing. And could feel his racing too. And my power was tapped out from the earlier episode. I pulled back and took a deep breath. “Bruce, I can’t control this right now.” It was a warning. Bruce didn’t heed it, pushing me against the wall and resuming the fevered kisses. I felt the pressure of his hand on my waist increasing and fought to bring some control, any control, to what we were doing, but that strange tingle that I’d come to recognize as the physical notice of the magic in me working was absent. Part of me was terrified. And part of me wanted to be reassured that Bruce had some self-control and would do what was right. I trusted in that part of him.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled away, breathing heavily. My trust had not been misplaced. “Oh god, Ella, I’m so sorry.” He turned away from me, his head in his hands. I stepped toward him, reaching for his shoulder, but pulling my hand away at the last minute, not touching him.

“You didn’t change. You regained control yourself. I felt it.” My words were quiet. I wanted him to hear them. He turned back to me.

“That wasn’t you?”

“I’ve got nothing left. That was all you.” I took his hand in mine and ran my thumb across the raised veins. He was shaking. “I think you have more control than you realize.”

“I think the Other Guy likes you too. And doesn’t want to hurt you,” Bruce argued. I pulled him down to the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of him. I took both his hands in mine.

“Bruce, you, the Hulk, you’re two sides of the same coin. You need to accept that the Hulk, he’s like your Id. He’s your basest you, and lives only to protect you. He is you. You are one and the same.” It was only my opinion, but I’d been doing a lot of reading of the declassified SHIELD files on Bruce lately. He shook his head.

“No. That means all the damage I caused was me,” he protested.

“You already blame yourself, Bruce. Listen to the way you speak. You already attribute the actions of the Hulk to yourself. But only the bad actions –“

“There haven’t been any good actions,” he interrupted.

“Captain Rogers said that the Hulk was capable of following orders during the battle of New York. The Hulk saved Tony from being smashed into pulp on reentry from redirecting the nuke during the same battle. I’ve read the debriefing reports. You were in control. I think you have been ever since you came back from India.” I felt a little like a schoolteacher lecturing a wayward pupil.

“How do you not fear me?” His tone was incredulous.

“I trust you,” I shrugged. “That, and I’m half Frost Giant, whatever the fuck that means. I’m hoping it means I’m a little sturdier than the average woman.”

“You’re more than half remarkable, Ella,” he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “We’re going to have to take this slow.”

“Thor figures I’ve got a thousand years, give or take,” I teased. __________

A/N: Thank you for sticking through my super slow posting schedule. This is the end of Ella and Bruce’s story, for now...

[caspermarvelimagines]

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

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Riley stared at the glowing slits where Stark was staring back at her. They didn’t say anything as she realised how she looked and pushed herself onto her feet. He still had a few feet on her while she was human and he wore his suit – could she call it a suit?

“What?” Stark asks as the face plate of the mask lifts and reveals his raised eyebrow at Riley. “No thank you?”

“You’re late.” Riley states and watches the bewilderment in Stark’s stare and the way he shuffles to look around them.

“Didn’t seem so to me, looked like you were tailed from the main city.” He retorts. Riley huffs and rolls her eyes at the attitude that Stark seemed to be soaked in. But he had a point for about half a second before Riley started to think about it.

“If that were the case then why did they come from the north when the nearest city is much further south west?” Riley hums as she finishes and begins walking in the direction that the two men came from. The whirring from the suit’s movement alerts her of Stark following behind her – but then again so did the exaggerated sigh that he let out before he started following her.

“Where are you going?” Stark asks once he comes in line with Riley as he looks around them.

“To find the mystery crew, what else?” Riley throws back at him – a slight irritation building as she feels her wolf shift in discomfort from the suit distracting them from hearing anything.

“Think you could get out of that for a moment?” Riley snaps and turns to Stark as they come to a halt – well Riley did, Stark sort of tripped over his own feet.

“Look I’ve just got out of a serious relationship, I don’t really plan on sleeping with someone-”

“I don’t care or want to see you naked,” Riley interrupts before Stark can continue rambling. “The noise from your suit is messing with my hearing and right now I need that more than I need your sarcasm buddy.”

It was as though she had asked him to cut off his own hand as for the next five minutes Stark tried to explain why he wouldn’t take the suit off and that they should be leaving under their original orders. He then tried to ask what she meant by her use of hearing when all that was heard for miles was their argument.

“Look, these men obviously came from somewhere and we’re running out of time to find out where.” Riley snaps as she turns back to begin walking again.

“What makes you think that you’ll even find anything out here? Besides Bugs Bunny and Yogi Bear, I don’t think you’ll get much out of these woods.”

Stark grabs Riley by her upper arm and pulls her to face him. A guttural growl leaves Riley as she scowls at Stark, causing his hand to drop from her arm as his face goes slack from its previous tension. Riley takes a few deep breaths through her nose to calm herself, but it were as though the wolf inside her decided now would be a great time to pounce.

Riley turned away from Stark and walked further away as he gawked at her and failed to speak his mind – for once.

*

Tony had taken off the suit and collapsed it back to a brief case before he followed after the woman. The entire time as he took off the suit the only thing he could think of was the way she had switched on him. The way her amber eye seemed to glow brighter and not to mention the growl that reminded him of New York.

It was her.

Fury had sent him to extract an agent from the field in Germany, he never gave him anymore details on it other than to get it done quickly. So Tony had left Bruce to finish their research into more wolf sightings and any trails of the mystery woman who had aided them in their battle in New York and came all the way to Germany. Natasha would be following behind in one of the jets and Tony just had to get the agent to the jet so they could return to base.

But it was her.

Tony hadn’t been able to see her eyes properly once he lifted the face plate, it was pretty dark out. But when her amber eye burned and she growled much like a beast from a horror movie, it all but confirmed it in his mind that this was the woman who saved his life.

And here he was following after her as she crept through the woods towards an unknown location, which could either be full of whoever was after her or could be completely empty.

“So I feel like we got off on the wrong foot,” Tony starts once he was in stride with the woman. She side eyes him before continuing forward with an indifference about her.

“I’m just here on orders, same as you. I’m sure you can understand my urgency to get out of here.” Tony continued but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as the woman pauses and sniffs the air.

“There’s more of them about two hundred metres that way,” she points into the void of the forest before turning to Tony. “I’m going to go ahead, get a layout of their base. You need to contact Fury, tell him I’ve found a base of operations. Then wait for my signal before following.”

Tony frowns as his head draws back at the authoritative tone behind these new orders.

“As much as I’m someone who loves winging it, this plan doesn’t exactly sit well with me.” Tony waves his free hand as he speaks, hoping that it would help him convince this woman of… something. “Let’s just contact Fury and wait for back up.”

“Waiting costs time, which could let them slip away. Whatever information they have could be useful for shield.” The woman retorts and turns back to continue towards where she pointed.

“How will I know your signal?” Tony gives in as he shifts on his feet.

“You’ll hear it.”

*

Riley couldn’t believe the strength of Stark’s scent. Cinnamon had never been a smell that Riley liked but something made her incoherent when it came from him. It also seemed to become more pungent when he was growing just as irritated as her, which tipped her off to his mood.

After she had given him orders to contact Fury and she could hear him speaking over an intercom, she jogged towards the tobacco smell she scented just before. Riley came to halt when she reached what seemed like the perimeter of a base. There were large tents that lingered around with several armed men and women keeping watch or patrolling the perimeter. A man in a lab coat emerged from one of the tents nearer the centre of the camp and began speaking to one of the guards in German.

Riley sniffed the air again and almost sneezed from a dust like scent that made her feel violently sick suddenly. Acids maybe?

There was no way that Riley was going to be able to take on all these guards alone and she couldn’t see into the tents, but she had scented about seventeen more people inside the tents gathered around. It was lucky that she had Stark here too otherwise this would too messy for her.

Riley backed herself behind a tree as a guard began his patrol closer to her on the perimeter. Riley crouched down as the guard walked past, she opened her bag and took one of the guns out of her bag along with the other clips from the other guns. Thankful that she had taken them from the others as she loaded the gun and stuffed her bag behind the tree.

She’d have to use a gun and not her claws – she was still under orders to not reveal other self.

Aiming the gun at the nearest guard, Riley opens fire and begins her assault. The guard fell to the ground and alerted the man next to him. But his body followed after a shot to his back. Riley advanced into the perimeter and continued to shoot the guards in her path.

She hid behind some crates just as an alarm was sounded and several of the guards shouted. So now they were on the offensive and were aware of her presence.

Now was your cue.

Riley looked over the crate and just ducked back in time as a guard opened fire at her. There were ten more guards emerging from tents and all were aiming their fire at her. She popped up from behind the crates and shot two guards before ducking again. The scientists were being evacuated, so Riley needed to hurry. She stood up and fired upon the guards. Riley saw the scientists being led to the military vans on the other side of the clearing. She aimed for the lead guard and shot him before hiding behind a crate.

Riley heard Stark before he flew past her, he must of saw the scientists fleeing too.

There was shouting in German as some of the guards turned their fire onto Stark as he landed and held his palms out towards the remaining guards around the military vans. Something whirred and then a blast was shot from each palm of the suit and knocked the final two guards down. Riley advanced further into the camp towards the vans when a guard shot at her. The bullet penetrated her right thigh and embedded itself in the bone.

Riley crashed down on her left knee and shot the guard that landed his hit on her. Then the burning started and Riley almost howled in pain but she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. The bullets were silver. Riley was out in the open like a sitting duck, so she dragged herself behind a crate as more gun fire was aimed her way.

Stark hadn’t seen the mess she ended up in, but when he turned as saw her holding her leg he was up in the air again.

Riley shot more guards down as Stark blasted them from the tree line. When the gun fire ceased, Riley dropped her gun and held her leg and applying pressure to cut the bleeding. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she grunted, watching her nails grow into claws. She took several breaths before digging her claws into her thigh to pull the bullet from her bone.

Stark was rounding up the scientists from the camp, keeping his weapons trained on them as they all knelt with their hands behind their heads. He turned and watched as Riley pulled the bloody bullet from her leg; he almost wanted to vomit at the sight. He saw her claws sizzle before she threw the bullet away from her.

So the silver part is true. Now why were these guards using silver?

Riley leant her head back against the crate and closed her eyes. The world taking on a yellow hue a bit too much and she needed to calm herself and assure her wolf that they were okay. She heard the engines of two aircraft's and soon the heavy foot steps through the woods. Opening her eyes just in time to see the red haired woman appear from the treeline followed by several Shield soldiers.

Riley sniffed as she stood back up, leaning more to her left as the wound in her thigh would take some time to heal from the silver burns.

The soldiers surrounded the scientists and began cuffing them. The red haired approached Stark as the face plate lifted from the metal armour. Riley kept her head low as she listened.

“That the agent?” The woman asked.

“Yup. Feisty little thing. Might keep her around.” Stark replies and Riley rolls her eyes at the tone.

“I’ll get medical to prep on the jet for that wound on her leg.”

“Don’t bother,” Riley calls over to them, shocking them both that she was listening. “It’ll be healed within the hour.”

Riley limps over to the pair.

“I’ve left my backpack around the treeline over there, its currently holding the files that Fury wanted. So if one of your guys could collect it and give it to me that’d be grand.” Riley points over to where she originally attacked the base from. The red haired woman signals and orders one of the men to collect Riley’s belongings.

“Natasha Romanoff.” She introduces herself and holds out her hand. Riley curtly shakes it in greeting and then accepts her bag from the soldier to her right.

“If Fury didn’t mention my name then sorry but I’m not one to share.” Riley replies and slightly turns around.

“Which way to the jet?”

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

road trip as a teenage avenger headcanons!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: lots ofc but i'd say big emphasis on reader (duh), harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, scott lang, clint barton, bucky barnes, sam wilson, tony stark, happy hogan, natasha romanoff, and bruce banner. more are prob in it but i don't wanna type it all out lol

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it was an annual tradition for the avengers to go on a road trip.

steve always said it was "team bonding". it was honestly kind of fun.

better than the other "team bonding" you did, which mainly consisted of running long distances!!

anyways, they usually would do it soon after you, harley, peter, and miles finished school (also yes im including miles now bc i love him)

tony would come over the intercom while you all were lounging around and tell you to pack your bags.

packing is always a big issue.

let's just say that SOME people are big overpackers...

COUGH scott COUGH

no offense to him but like ppl have had to sit in the trunk before because of him

and he overpacks with stuff that rly doesn’t make sense

like once y’all went to colorado

and he packed snorkeling equipment

and so you were like “scott. seriously?”

and he looked at you with such a serious face

“y/n. what if all the snow melts? then we would be underwater!! i have an extra snorkeling mask too. i was gonna give it to you, but now idk….”

HAHA

bruce overpacks too

but he overpacks in a good way

guys bruce is like the mom on vacation

well him and tony both

you’d think steve would be but he is NOT

like the man doesn’t even wear sunscreen

and then here comes bruce with a tote bag full of snacks

which tony eats half of by the way

smh

the best part of having thor on a trip is that he will ALWAYS pick you up if you’re too tired

like once he had you and peter under both his arms like footballs bc u got tired

and clint was sad bc he was tired too

he tried to get scott to pick him up but scott wasn’t ready and they both fell and they like hit their heads

that was an interesting day

ok so setting the scene again

you, peter, harley, miles, natasha and bruce were in the middle of a very competitive round of uno

like y’all

competitive doesn’t even begin to cover it

anyways you were about to get uno

FR

you put down your card and suddenly 

“HEY EVERYBODY” “SHHH you’re being too loud” “ohh sorry HEY EVERYBODY”

you started laughing at the quite obvious blunders of thor and clint in the intercom room

“thor, buddy? you don’t need to be kissing the mic when you speak, alright?”

tony, from another room, always quick with the jabs.

“AH! MY BAD STARK. HAHA! THIS MUST BE BETTER”

natasha just shook her head but you and peter, harley and miles were DYING

“ANYWAYS IT IS ROAD TRIP TIME. EVERYONE PACK UP AND BE IN THE FAMILY ROOM IN TEN MINUTES… what? MY MISTAKE. ONE HOUR. THAT’S RIGHT ONE HOUR.”

with that done, you all got up, groaning.

“uno.” natasha smirked at you, noticing that you only had one card.

“darn it!!!” you said. “well, doesn’t matter now. we have to go anyways.”

“we can always resume it later, y/n :) “ 

“fine, nat. but i’m going to win this time!! right bruce??”

“well, kid, you know i’m usually on your side, but…”

“aw, come on!!”

ok fast forward. 

you were in the family room

aw guys isn’t that cute that they call it a family room

bc ur a family

awwwwww

ok anyway

and here comes scott with his fifty bags

“relax sharpay, we’re not gonna be gone for THAT long”

guys i wanted a cool tony nickname and tbh i just remember vaguely that sharpay had like suitcases on the cover of her movie i never even watched it so i could be wrong but that was my intention

“tony, these are my essentials.”

“scott, why don’t you just shrink that down? like seriously, man.” miles remarked, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“hey, y’know what? that’s a great idea miles!!”

and so he ended up shrinking his luggage

but then he couldn’t find it

oh scott

sigh

anyways tony and happy did a lot of car assignment work

to make sure everyone would get there safely

and your car

was

drum roll please

ok also this was only for the trip there

the trip back would be different

ok the car was

tony, happy, clint and peter

tbh this was not a bad car at all

poor miles and harley were stuck with scott, bucky, sam and steve

natasha and wanda and pietro and thor were the other one

although here’s the issue

guys

fr

tony is a bad driver

but happy didn’t feel like driving

and u were just starting to drive so clint was like “NO WAY do i trust y/n in a car!!!”

that goofy clown fr

so tony was driving

oh and btw y’all were going to the compound

tony told you and you were like 

“dude, that’s not a road trip”

and he was like “we’re in the car for more than an hour. it’s a road trip, kid.”

and miles and harley kept texting like theorizing about where u were going

harley said europe

and you were like

harley

anyways ya 

so tony is like swerving and speeding everywhere 

ok maybe thats dramatic

but happy was holding the little bar

and he was like yelling at tony to slow down

meanwhile clint is just singing along to the music thats BLASTING

and u and peter are ready to accept ur deaths

like u literally texted sam a video of what was happening and he almost called happy to tell him to pull over 😭 

sam’s got ur back thats for sure!!

anyways tony pulled into a drive thru

bc he needed coffee

guys hes tony stark he needs stuff like that

and he got u and peter and clint happy meals :D

and clint was so excited like 💀 

love him

happy made sure u and peter had ur seatbelts on 

he said it was bc he didn’t want to have to explain to midtown why yall didnt come back for the next year 😭 

that and “too much paperwork”

smh

anyways tony finally got it together

u and peter decided that he just needed an acoustic song on the radio bc as soon as something more relaxing came on he was a lot better lol

the rest of the drive was pretty alright

i'm gonna do another headcanon set about the avengers actually on vacation but yeah there ya go :)

thats how the road trips work yahoo

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[thewritergremlin-rae]

Finding Your Forever Home

Part 1 - Home

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Mutant!Reader (a little slice of Steve/Sam) Characters: Bucky, Reader, OFC, Steve, Sam Rating: E Words: 2,815 Content: 2nd person, omegaverse au, mute reader, AFAB reader, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), heat sex, unprotected sex (p in v), knotting Summary: Your heat is on its way so you take off to visit the only other member of your pack. Your Alpha, James.

Neither of you know what fate is getting ready to throw at you. Ao3: HERE Notes: Omegaverse AU. Post Winter Soldier - Bucky is running around keeping his distance and trying to remember himself.

The Avengers are a pack. This includes - A!Steve, A!Tony, BSam, B!Natasha, B!Clint, O!Bruce, Thor and Loki. Thor and Loki are not exactly omegaverse dynamics but we'll get into that in a later part.

Reader had their vocal chords removed but does not remember howhow/why/any of it.

I have so much world building I want to word vomit but this is it for now.

Banners by cafekitsune

You waved to grab Miss Jones’ attention as the kids filed out of their last class on a Friday afternoon, heading to the common area or their rooms for the free time they had before dinner. 

She smiled, looking happy but with an edge of exhaustion, like she was ready for the weekend. Even if she still had to help watch the kids, you knew from experience that weekend duty was easier than weekday teaching. “Do you need something, dear?” Miss Jones asked, soft voice carrying as she paused her tidying to give you her full attention. 

You typed out the words on your phone before showing her the note; ‘I’m heading to a friend’s place for the next few days, do you need anything?’

Miss Jones continued to smile, considering the question. “Hmmm, no, I think we’re set for the weekend. Are you going to be ok, though? Your heat is coming up.” 

Living in, essentially,  a mutant boarding school, the teachers needed to know when everyone’s heats and ruts fell, as far as possible, to avoid any accidental triggering of each other or dubious consent going on between teenagers. You had to admit, the teachers had a hell of a job in just doing that, never mind having to try to keep everyone’s powers under reasonable control and teach them all.

You nodded, face heating a little. Oh, your ‘friend’ would definitely help you with that. Kind of hard to explain, though, that you’d found an Alpha from your pack who didn’t want any paper trails leading back to him. 

Lacking the ability to physically speak was the least of your problems in explaining that one.

Miss Jones pinned you with a steady gaze, the moments ticking by before she chuckled softly. “Sometimes, I forget how all grown up you are now. But just keep us updated, alright?” You nodded and gave her a brief hug before grabbing your bag from the back of the class and heading towards the garage. 

Soon on your motorbike, you hit the road, enjoying the freedom of the ride. You parked in a familiar city car park, ducking into a bathroom to change out of your leathers. Still another 10 minutes to go until you reached James' place, winding through alleyways and shortcuts, avoiding main streets and their CCTV to reach the back of an apartment building. The fire exit loomed high above, but instead you directed the wind around you to lift you to James’ window. 

You knocked using the pattern you’d decided on during the last visit. The slight twitch of a curtain was the only indication of life in the apartment before James’ fingers unlocked the window and slid it open. You floated in, hearing him close and lock the window once more as you took your boots off and carefully set your socked feet on the thin carpet. 

You released a breath you’d been holding before James’ scent hit you and he wrapped you up in his arms - your feet leaving the floor again. 

You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing in his hold and tangling your fingers in his hair, stroking gently.

He buried his nose in your neck and breathed in deeply, a quiet groan escaping him. “Omega- You’re close,” he huffed, concern coming across gruff as he nipped your shoulder. 

You squirmed in his arms, knowing that his close proximity  had your heat speeding up. You pinched his shoulder and he carefully put you down. ‘Tomorrow’, you signed at him. He didn’t look entirely convinced but relented, crossing to the fridge. “Good thing I stocked up on food.” 

But his face twisted into disappointment when he glanced across at his poor excuse for a bed. You’d never complained about it, knowing the thin mattress stemmed from his inability to deal with anything too soft.. Already half a step ahead of him, you emerged from the cupboard with an armful of a blanket, a spare pillow, and some of his shirts. 

He chuckled softly. “Those were in the laundry basket for a reason, doll.” 

You shrugged, looking perfectly happy; that just meant they smelt more like him. You dumped them on the mattress and started to arrange them into a comfortable pile, nuzzling into them and drowning yourself in his scent. 

James watched from behind the kitchen island as he prepared snacks, food, and drink bottles. but mostly just watched you relax and get lost in your own preparation. Your scent became more relaxed and content with each passing moment. 

You sat down in your nest, wearing only underwear and a stolen Henley, tugging James’ pant leg and patting a space next to you. “I can come in?” You nodded and tugged on his metal hand. James shirked off his clothes until he was down to his boxers and joined you on the mattress. 

You crawled into his lap, sighing contentedly as his broad arms wrapped around you - one significantly warmer than the other. “How’s everything at the school, doll?” James murmured into your hair, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. 

‘Fine, just got a couple of new kids arrived, one with telekinesis and one who can make ice-cream. She eats in class a lot.’ A few short breaths escaped you, laughing after showing him the notes app on your phone. 

“Some mutants have interesting powers, huh?” James asked. Not all mutant powers were necessarily useful. “But that must be great for a kid.” 

‘So long as she doesn’t make herself sick with it.’ You typed. ‘Or all the other kids.’ James’ warm hand settled on your back, rubbing warm, slow circles. 

“Yeah, she’ll be popular at parties, that’s for sure. Any kid would wanna invite a kid who can make ice-cream.” You nodded and put your phone away before beginning to push and tug at him. Always he easiest way to manipulate his body into what you wanted and you knew you could only do it because he allowed it. You laid on top of him and nuzzled into him, stomach fluttering with pleasure. 

Your heat was close, phantom pains warning of the cramps due to set in, but being buried in his scent after the absence of it was driving you insane. 

James’ hands drifted up and down your sides, squeezing and stroking as he buried his nose back against you. “Missed you,” he whispered, words barely audible despite the silence of the room. You nodded into his chest. Missed you too, you wanted to say, but all you could do was show him with your actions. You placed a delicate kiss over his heart, nuzzling and settling there. 

His arms squeezed gently as you buried yourself in your little bubble that smelt of James and home. 

You woke with a groan at the ache that had settled in your gut. James’ hand felt warm, already stroking absently, though you felt pretty sure he was still asleep. You tugged a blanket closer, nuzzling into the soft texture and breathing deeply.

Your mouth opened on a silent yelp as James dragged you closer. “Morning, omega.” he rumbled sleepily, nuzzling into your neck and kissing lightly along the gnarl of scars that served as the only hint of your muteness. He pawed at your stomach, rubbing soothing circles that eased the cramps and lit your nerves on fire.

Your breaths left you in heavy pants, James familiar with all the minute changes in your body. You never knew quite how, but he seemed to hear every hitch of breath no matter how silent, notice every change in temperature when your body burned for him. And, most frustratingly, knew right when you teetered on the cliff edge of an orgasm. 

But in your heats, he showed you mercy and took orgasm after orgasm until you were too exhausted to keep even one eye open. 

“Take these off, doll, you’re not gonna need them til your heat is over,” he breathed , plucking at the waistbands that already hung low on your hips. You wriggled out of them as fast as possible, the feel of the fabric only irritating the heat beneath your skin.

James caught your wrist before you tossed everything aside and dragged your clothes up to his nose. You shuddered at the deep rumble that made its way through his chest. “Fuck, doll-” He tore your clothes from your hand and tossed them aside before your back hit the mattress. He knelt on the bed, dragging you closer, your hips settling in his lap before he tugged your legs over his shoulders.

He ducked down, his warm mouth sealing hot over your clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue as his strong hands clamped over your thighs to hold you against him. Your mouth fell open in pleasure while he ravished you, sucking on your clit before his tongue licked slow paths from your cunt back to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You squirmed to no effect but your breath hitched and caught on each desperate gulp of air to fill your lungs as your brain only grew fuzzier with pleasure. 

Your fists clenched, eyes snapping open as pleasure suddenly consumed you and your first orgasm washed over you, James’ moans vibrating through your core as you soaked him with your orgasm and the extra slick your body would need for the heat. 

Something between a groan and a growl escaped James as he licked you into a second orgasm that had you squirming and sensitive, pinching his thigh when it became too much. 

“Need to be inside you, doll.” He eased your lower half down and pushed you onto your front. You started to lift your ass, trying to get your knees beneath you but a warm hand settled on your lower back. “Not yet, jus-just stay like this-” James pushed your thighs a little wider before the heat of him engulfed your back and you could feel his thick cock filling you up. 

Home, home, home. The voice in your head chanted as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, sniffing and scenting enough to have your pussy clenching around him. You tapped the bed with your hand in a sequence that was the equivalent to a long, whiny ‘Alphaaaa’ before you signed ‘home’. 

James growled and rolled his hips, grunting and groaning into your ear. “Yeah, omega, home. Fuck- you feel so good. Almost forget how good every time.” He nipped the back of your neck, claiming you with a few harder thrusts that had your body shaking again in desperation. “Dunno how I let this sweet pussy go every time.” 

You were having similar thoughts about his cock and the knot you could feel just teasing at the entrance of your pussy. If you could just tilt your hips a little… Your eyes practically rolled back as the angle brought him deeper, James grunting and groaning above you until you felt the pressure of his knot and the relief when it pushed past your muscles.

Your body squeezed hard and desperate as you were pushed over the knife edge of pleasure, his cock hitting the perfect spot with each rut as he soon emptied himself inside you. Hot, thick ropes of cum filled you up and you couldn’t tell if you came again or if the last one had just continued for  that long. 

A heavy breath escaped as you sunk into the mattress, not caring about his weight on top of you. It felt perfect and his hands rubbed along your arms, twining your fingers with his. James didn’t always talk much but you didn’t need it when you could feel him, could hear him snuffling and kissing any skin he could reach.

It would take a while for his knot to go down but his cock stayed hard inside you. You’d never had anyone to ask about that; an Alpha’s knot was supposed to keep you two locked together but James always remained hard. He let you rest and calm a little before he whined and started rocking his hips again. 

Then he got more talkative and filthy. He nipped at your ear, claiming your attention, as if anyone else could right now. “So hot, so pretty, ‘mega. Wanna - hnn - stay inside you all heat. Fill you so much you can see it.” 

You shuddered hard as he moved, trying to move with him, but he hushed you gently. “Shh, shh, just relax. Just relax, I got ya.” His knees slid below the two of you, his hands finding your hips, claiming a few vigorous pumps of his cock before his hands found your soft belly. 

Pleasure lit up your spine like a highway, a huffed groan slipping past James’ lips as your delicious walls squeezed around his fat cock. “Gonna give you all my cum, omega. Will that make you happy?” You nodded furiously, managing to rock back a little to pull him deeper; even if there was no deeper to go, you needed it. 

James rolled his hips, starting a slow but steady pace. He held you tightly, pinning you, to claim and touch all those sensitive places inside you he’d already claimed once. He groaned out a curse, hips slapping harder against your skin as neediness and desperation claimed his actions once more. Soft growls and snarls echoing above you as he chased that second release and filled you up once more with his seed. 

He settled that time, placing gentle, loving touches to every part of you he could reach. He could smell your satisfaction, for now, and let that warm the both of you as his cock softened but his knot kept you firmly connected. 

You knew once it started to deflate that you’d be desperate for him but for now you could enjoy the satisfaction just a little longer.

You returned to the school with a bounce in your step. Sure, it would be another week or so before you could see James again, but he’d left you feeling so warmed and cared for that you still floated on cloud nine. 

Huh.

You circled an unfamiliar car in the garage, not seeing anything untoward, before heading inside. You padded through the building, looking around for Miss Jones to let her know you’d made it home. A light shone beneath her office door so you knocked and waited. The soft sound of conversation stopped and the door opened, Miss Jones peering out.

“Oh good, you made it home ok!” She gave you a quick hug before raising an eyebrow. “Friend, hmm?” Miss Jones teased and you flushed but she only continued to smile. “Make sure you have something to eat before you go to bed. We have a couple of guests here for some lectures. I’ll introduce you in the morning.” 

Curious about the guests, food and cleanliness called your name far more insistently, so you gave a nod and a wave goodbye and drifted off.

Miss Jones watched you go before closing the office door again. “Sorry about that, gentlemen! So your room will be in this area of the school, this area is for omegas only - there are signs on the door so don’t worry about accidentally wandering in.” 

“Sure, thanks!” Sam smiled at her but turned to Steve, who hadn’t said anything. He seemed lost in thought, staring at the closed office door. Or more like trying to look right through it. Laser vision was not a super soldier power, right? “Hey. Steve?” 

He jumped a little when Sam’s waving hand tore him from his head, the room coming back into focus. Good thing Steve knew how to be mindlessly polite. “Yeah, great, thank you.” 

Miss Jones was kind enough not to say anything as she led them from her office over to the room they’d be staying in until they headed back to the States. 

Sam said goodbye to her, Steve clearly just going through the motions. “What’s going on with you?” he finally asked when the door had clicked shut and the two were left to their own devices. 

“The omega that knocked on the door…” Steve murmured. There had been something familiar about the scent. He hadn’t been able to tell if it was the omega or someone else's scent on them but it tugged desperately at something he couldn’t place. “Their scent was kind of familiar but I…” Steve shook his head and sank down onto the bed. “I don’t know, I’m probably just tired.” 

Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder. “It sounds like they live here so we’ll get a chance to meet them, might jog that old memory of yours.” He gave Steve’s head a nudge, and got a gentle hit on his leg in reply. “And we’ll find Barnes,” Sam assured him, cupping his cheek. 

Steve pressed into the touch and breathed in Sam’s calming scent. “Yeah.” Some day. 

He hoped.

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[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 4

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Summary: Loki comes home to find Violet missing. A/N: Thank you to everyone who supported me in continuing this series. I'm sorry it took longer than expected. Thank you for being invested in these characters as I am. I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA and @michelleleewise for all the wonderful ideas. You two are the absolute best! 🥰 Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Lots of angst.

Loki arrived hours later, barging into your shared room. His nerves unable to relax until he held you in his arms again.

“Darling.” He called out to you. He ran into the en suite to see if your nausea had gotten the best of you again but you weren’t there. “FRIDAY, where is Agent Moreau?”

“She is not in the compound, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“What do you mean she’s not in the compound? Where is she? Did she leave?” Loki started to shake. His nightmare from hours ago crept toward the back of his mind. Clawing at him.

“Her last known location was in your bedroom, sir.” The AI answered.

“She’s not here FRIDAY. Can you please pull the security camera footage from outside the hall? Queue her last appearance please?” FRIDAY obeyed and relayed the image on the television screen hung above the fireplace.

He watched you walking back and forth between your old room and his room. You had items in your hands, clothes, and some small keepsakes. The last image of you was closing the door to your shared room and that was it.

Loki tried your cell phone. He heard it ring on the bedside table. He went to the nightstand, noticing a folded piece of paper with his name on it.

What in the nine realms?! “Since when have I ever given her the impression that she was never enough?” The letter made him seethe. But more pressingly, it made him worried. “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson?”

“Where’s Violet?”

“Current location for Agent Moreau is unknown.”

“Where’s Dr. Banner?” Loki growled in agitation.

“In his laboratory, sir,” FRIDAY answered. He swiftly walked through the halls and down to the elevators, trying to make his way to see Bruce. “How did she leave the building?”

“Unknown,” FRIDAY answered, keeping in time with the prince. Her voice followed him through the speakers like a sentient being. He pushed the call for the elevator. His anger causing a minor crack in the button. He decided that it was taking too long and opted to go down the stairwell.

Taking two steps at a time, Loki made quick work of descending the stairs. “Did she tell anyone she was leaving?” He asked FRIDAY once he got back inside the building hallway.

“Unknown.”

“Is she hurt? Was she taken? Why hasn’t anyone filed a missing person’s report for her?” The doors of multiple labs and offices whizzed past him on his way to Bruce’s laboratory.

“Unknown.”

“Is there anything that you do know?” he yelled up into the closest speaker.

“I know plenty of information, Mr. Laufeyson. I just have no knowledge of what you are inquiring about.”

Loki opened Bruce’s lab with an angry flourish.

“She’s gone!” Loki yelled. Bruce dropped the small blow torch he had in his hands at Loki’s entrance.

“Geez, Loki. Warn a man before you enter his lab. I could’ve been carrying something explosive!”

“Bruce. She-She’s gone. I have no idea where she is. FRIDAY is of NO HELP!” Loki yelled to the ceiling. “She could be hurt! She could’ve been taken. I had a horrible dream earlier and now I’ve come home to find the love of my life gone!”

“Whoa, whoa Loki. Settle down. Violet is gone?” Bruce asked, trying to calm him.

“Yes! I come home and all I found was this note on her nightstand next to her phone.” Loki threw the note down to the table and Bruce picked it up to read. “How do I even get in contact with her? What if she was taken and this is all a- a ploy? Some ruse to make me think she left me, so I won’t go looking for her?”

“Loki…”

“She could be hurt. She could be manipulated and used.”

“Loki…”

“Thanos could be torturing her right now.”

“Loki!” Bruce roared, looking a little green around his neck. Loki immediately stopped pacing and huffed. “Calm down, please.”

“I can’t, Bruce. I nearly lost her last time. And we both lost our child. I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”

Bruce sighed. Thinking about that night gave him heartache. You came home from a nearly fatal gunshot wound and all he remembers was your distraught face and the dark secret you had asked him and Strange to keep.

He wondered how long you were going to keep up the charade. You couldn’t hide your changing body forever. Everyone was bound to notice. The fact that the God of Lies hasn’t picked up on anything untoward was incredible on your part.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Loki. And I’m sorry about this,” Bruce says holding up the note and handing it back to him. “But what is this about Thanos and torturing her? Start from the beginning,” Bruce asked trying to change the subject.

Loki recounted everything that has happened since he hung up the phone with you. His readiness to talk. The horrifying dream he had. Then coming home to find your letter and watched you act suspiciously in the security footage.

“Nothing adds up, Bruce! One minute she’s in our room, the next she’s gone?! No footage of her leaving. No sign of any of the vehicles being taken. Her clothes are gone. Her weapons…”

Loki stood there running his hands through his hair and pulling it. He looked as crazed as the day he set foot on earth trying to conquer it for Thanos.

“Loki. I will help you find her,” Bruce volunteered.

“You will?”

“I can tell that you love her, greatly. And by the way she ended this note, I know that she loves you too. You guys just have a lot to work through. A LOT!” Bruce reasoned. “She has a tendency to run, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does. I just thought that I would be running right by her side, is all,” Loki sighed. “I mean…how could she think that Bruce? How could she think she was unworthy?”

“I…might know…something about that,” Thor chimed in.

“Blessed Yggdrasil!”  Loki shrieked. “How long have you been there?”

“I’ve been here since before you came in!” Thor said indignantly. “We’ve been testing out Mjolnir’s heat…”

“Wonderful, Thor! Now, back to my predicament. What exactly do you know?” Loki demanded.

Thor sighed, “When we were on our last mission together…”

“Where you let her get shot, yes…”

“Before she got shot, we were discussing the future of the baby. Our traditions. How the child would’ve been whisked away to start training as a royal heir and guardian of the nine realms.”

“You WHAT?!”

“We talked about how you would be king one day if you chose to do so, and she might become queen.”

“Why would say that? We haven’t even discussed anything of the sort!”

“She wanted to know!”

“So, you’re telling me…that you told the mother of my unborn child…that we would’ve taken her baby away from her. To be raised as a warrior…or…or however, father saw fit, without her concern?”

“I didn’t put it in those words, Loki. She wanted to understand why you were so upset. And I told her that you just wanted the best for her and that you didn’t want her to give up her lifestyle. So, as per our traditions, the child would’ve been taken and raised...OOHHH, I see where I made the mistake.”

“YOU IMBECILE!” Loki yelled as he grabbed the small torch from where Bruce had placed it. In his hands, the blaze had grown higher, as if it were a sword made of flame. Thor rounded the table and backed away hoping to put Bruce in between them.

“Bruce, step away. There will be no saving my brother from the hellfire I will unleash,” Loki threatened.

“Loki, calm down. Thor, please don-don’t put me in the middle of this,” Bruce said exasperated.

“I will help you, Loki! I promise. I will help you look for Violet.” Thor tried to placate him. Loki swung the makeshift weapon and Bruce dodged it early enough to not get singed, leaving Thor to face Loki alone.

“Why would you spout nonsense to her, when I hadn’t had the chance to talk to her about it myself? No wonder she ran off! You took her choice away from her! She either loses our child or loses her freedom. No wonder she ran. She got scared.”

“Well, I guess it really didn’t matter in the end…” Thor said carelessly, more to himself but said it out loud. Before he could retract his statement, Loki swung the flame sword toward him again.

Loki saw red. His ears began ringing and the pain was the only thing he felt at being robbed of a life with you and the pain of losing the child. He yelled out loud. A plume of green seidr erupted around him. The smoke expanded out and then came back in, centering on Thor. A minor shake was felt all around the compound.

When Loki had finished yelling, and the dust finally settled, Bruce made his way over toward Loki.

“Loki? Thor?” Bruce coughed, fanning the debris away from him. Loki emerged from the smolder, squeezing a frog in his hands. Loki pushed the frog toward Bruce’s chest.

“I’ll change him when I have calmed down. If he’s lucky.” Loki growled at the frog. With a flick of his wrist, Loki opened the lab doors and walked out, taking the flume of smoke with him.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Hello there! I just wanna say how much I love your fics, especially the very spicy ones on my fav Bruce Banner <3 I would love to see a more soft fic (because he’s a big softy) where Bruce comforts his girlfriend after having a nightmare. Take your time ofc! Thank you very much!

Melody

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: ~500 words

Outline: Your boyfriend, Bruce helps you calm down after a nightmare.

Warnings: anxiety, nightmares.

Author's Note: Hi nonnie, your words are ever so kind to me, hoping you will enjoy this little piece and find it comforting!

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

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"Y/N." Bruce's soft voice fills the room as you are gasping awake, shivering, with cold sweat running down your back. His hand is wrapping round your back trying to soothe you.

"Just breathe baby, listen to my voice and breath slowly. In and out."

He is keeping his voice low trying to make you calm as he is caressing your back, his other hand pushing your hair back to better look at your face and expressions.

It wasn't the first time you were having a nightmare, unfortunately, it happened once in a while and it was only the second time that Bruce happened to be sleeping next to you. Maybe he was a light sleeper.

"You are here, with me, safe." He continues, his voice hanging like the softest melody. You try to push the images away from your head, to keep your heart from beating so fast but all you can do is turn around to look at him.

He softly kisses your cheek in return, soothing you with his hands on your hair on your back, moving his delicate fingers in circular motions, allowing you to only listen to his heartbeat. He holds you in his arms, safe and sound, slowly rocking you back and forth repeating your name softly like a song, like a melody.

"Bruce..."

You try to say something, for him to go back to place, you can handle this, something along those lines but his arms around you get so tangled up that you could never escape. Where you push he just holds tighter. Here to comfort you and hold your heart for you because he loved you. He was concerned for you but first, he needed to soothe you enough so eventually, you'd both fall asleep.

"I'm here for you, baby, I'm never going anywhere. Never, ever."

"Baby..."

"Shhh, shhh. Listen to me, please, I'm here."

He pauses for a moment enough to hear your heart beating a little slower, in a different rhythm, and he beings to recite an old college story, something silly but mundane, that soon enough makes you laugh and that laugh doesn't ache your heart.

Another story follows the first one and soon enough you are even asking him follow-up questions. You are getting to know him a little better, he is getting to hold you a little tighter. It's a win-win situation.

His voice keeps you warm and when you fall asleep again you are buried deep within his hairy chest, his arms possessively and lovingly and protectively around you. Like a shield made just for you.

And he does this again, for however many nights you need him to.

And you knew if the opportunity arises you will do the same for him.

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[that1geek06]

Hi :) just wanted to check what characters from marvel and descendants that you write for?

OFC great question, romantically I prefer writing male x male, so that would be

MARVEL: Steve rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, and then any other males you want to ask for I can lyk if I do them, if they aren't listed

DESCENDENTS: Harry Hook, Gil, Carlos, Jay, Ben, Hades and again any others you have an idea for you are welcome to ask :)

With female romance it'll depended on the story idea you have, so please don't be afraid to ask we can always work out an alternative if the original idea doesn't work out

Platonic wise tho, anyone and gender is welcome!

I hope this answers your question!! If you have anymore I'd be happy to answer <3 stay safe my gooberss

[innorogers]

Dusk

Steve Rogers x Reader (You / OFC)

Summary: Wait, WHAT? After everything you’ve been through, you thought he wasn’t serious about you? Oh no, Steve had to make sure you understood how committed he was.

Warning: Angst but then Fluff? / Sad Steve / Angry Steve / Protective Steve / Past Revelations / Hurt & Comfort / Past Trauma / Happy Ending / Comfort Steve / This one is actually funny

Characters: OC, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton

Also: Thanks in advance for repost or any feedback ❤️ Let me know if you want to be included in the taglist (DM, comment, repost and tag, whatever works)❤️ You don't need to read the previous chapters but it will definitely enhance the experience if you do.

1: Insomnia | 2: Lucid | 3: Reverie | 4: Nightmare | 5: Awakening

The compound is silent, bathed in the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. Soft lights illuminate the hallways, leading the way. Steve’s steps echo through the room as he opens the training room door.

His insomnia hits again, harder and stronger than ever before. The adrenaline runs through his veins. His mind is restless. Burning. And this time, there was no bedtime story that could soothe the pain or anger he was going through. He doesn’t bother with gloves or wraps. He’s too pissed for that, too lost in his thoughts. All he wants to do is hit something.

His fists make contact with the heavy bag, sending it swinging in response. The sound of the impact echoes in the empty room, but it’s not enough. Not even close.

The image of you, standing alone against Frazer, fists clenched, blood dripping between your fingers, glass embedded in your palms. You were fighting back so hard against the control Hydra still held over you with those damn keywords. You were panting, agonizing, trying to survive. And the only thing he could do was watch.

He hits the bag harder, faster. The chains holding it creak from the force.

You were kneeling before a laughing Agent Frazer, desperately looking for the tranquilizer and pressing it into your neck before he could stop you. Before he could do anything. 

Your body going limp in his arms, your eyes closed, and your breath going soft for what felt like an eternity as you slipped away from him.

He growls through gritted teeth, his punches landing with brutal strength.

This… horrendous lab. Children—your siblings—taken. Sacrificed. Experimented on. Killed. Their golden threads snuffed out as you hoped you were helping them. Steve’s heart clenches painfully, his vision narrowing. The memory of your voice, the anguish in it when you told him how you’d watched each of them fade, haunts him. You were forced to be part of it. They lied to you—how could they.

His punches grow more erratic, fueled by the rising storm inside him. Sweat drips from his brow, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. His knuckles split open, blood streaking the bag, but the pain barely registers. He isn’t stopping. Not until he can soothe these invisible scars in you.

Your soft voice, telling him how you watched helplessly as your siblings died around you. Your power shut down in self-defense, a last-ditch effort to survive the nightmare Hydra forced on you.

Steve clenches his jaw, his breaths coming in ragged gasps now. His fists slam against the bag like hammer strikes.

Each punch is harder, faster, more desperate. He can’t stop. He can’t fight the guilt, the rage, the sorrow. You had been through hell, and he hadn’t been there. He couldn’t protect you. He couldn’t save your siblings. He failed.

Your words, soft and kind despite everything. You caress his cheek, smiling in his arms, trying to comfort him.

"What happened to me isn’t a burden for you to carry, you know that, right?”

His rage peaks, spiraling out of control. He roars in frustration and punches the bag with all the strength he can muster. His fist collides with it, sending shockwaves through the air.

The bag explodes.

The canvas tears apart, sand spilling out in all directions like dust from a broken hourglass. The chains snap, and the bag slams into the floor, rolling limply as Steve stumbles back, chest heaving, fists bleeding.

He stares down at the mess he’s made, panting, his mind racing. But the anger doesn’t fade. It lingers, burning beneath his skin. Cause he knows…no matter how hard he hits, how much he punishes himself, it won’t change what happened to you.

It won’t change a fucking thing. 

Not the fact that he wasn’t there when you needed him most, nor the fact that he failed in the first attempt at eliminating Hydra, or the second. You only escaped because the fucking popsicle machine ran out of power. Tony and Natasha rescued you. He wasn’t there. He doesn’t even remember where the fuck he was.

He drops to his knees, fists still clenched, blood dripping onto the floor. His breathing slows, and the silence creeps back into the room.

Grateful. The word echoes in his mind, like a bitter reminder. You were so grateful, so kind. To be alive. To be here, seeing everything. You loved every breath you took, and you loved him, with every glitter of your own golden thread.

But Steve couldn’t be grateful. Not yet. Not a bit. Not with all the pain, all the suffering, you had endured. 

It’s so fucked up. It’s so wrong. It’s so terribly, terribly wrong. He couldn’t be grateful for something so broken. And he wasn’t going to be. He wasn’t stopping until he crushed the last being on this fucking earth that would hurt you like Agent Frazer. He wasn’t stopping until he’d made sure of that.

"Your girlfriend told me once that we should invent some kind of power-resistant punching bag, especially for you. At least to help with your sleeping issues when it's late, and you'd hang around the campus looking for bags to hit." A voice behind him. Tony leaned against the doorframe, watching him.

"Then one day, she told me that you slept well every night, so maybe you didn’t need them anymore." He chuckled. "I didn’t even know where to start to ask—like, why, when, how’d she know how Steve sleeps? But I didn’t, of course, because she blushed, and I just… didn’t want to tease her."

Steve didn’t turn back. He stayed quiet for a while. "She’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t asked."

"Oh, so… she’s your ‘I’ll make all the best gear for my baby so he won’t get hurt’ genius engineer, and you’re her ‘you touch my girl, and I’ll mash you with the new shield she just made for me' kind of relationship?”

Tony nodded. "And also, you both have this ‘I’d sacrifice myself for you’ vibe that makes you a great couple. I think it’s cute, actually."

Steve sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the couch. "Why are you here, Tony?"

"Maybe you won’t believe it, but I’m here for a friend." Tony sighed and sat next to him, keeping a safe distance, so as not to invade his space. "Just checked on her. Vital signs are fine. Injuries are starting to heal. She’s tough, and you don’t hear it, but… this is nothing compared to how we found her."

"You’re right." Steve frowned, looking down at his knuckles, the bleeding already stopped. "I don’t want to hear it."

They sat in silence for a while until Steve shook his head with a mixture of resignation and frustration.

"Why didn’t I know?"

Tony glanced over at Steve, sympathy softening his usual sharp edges.

“How would you? She never let anyone see the cracks. And that’s something we’ve been working on for the past few years. Hiding her. Blending her in. So no one would noticed, so she could be safe.”

Tony took a breath, weighing his words carefully.

“You’ve only met her due to an unexpected, and beautiful surprise. A sleepless night, I believe?” 

Tony smiled. He pauses for a moment.“She thinks that was a gift, you know? Some kind of universe retribution for all the years of suffering and torture...and…” He patted Steve’s shoulder. “I think that too.”

“If you weren’t with her... what would have happened today?” Tony softened his voice. “If you hadn’t ended Hydra… maybe we’d never have found her, and she would have died... alone, in the dark, frozen, and without knowing that she was meant to be cherished, cared for, or loved. And…”

He glared at Steve as his expression shifted. “And no one would ever know that she even existed. Her siblings gone, all the memories about her would be…nothing, she would have been a file number. Lost within thousands of archives.”

Steve felt his whole body tense as Tony’s words landed. The mere thought of it was like a blast of icy water rushing down his spine, numbing him. A world where you were nothing but a forgotten experiment, a nameless file in some dusty Hydra archives, erased from existence. It twisted something in his chest. 

The image of you dying cold and alone in some abandoned Hydra lab. No one to mourn you, no one to even know that you were gone. No trace left behind. It clawed at him, settling like a vice around his heart, tightening with every beat.

“Stop with this self-pity and self-destruction mode, Steve.” Reading his expression, Tony knew his words had an effect. “It’s in the past. She made it, she survived, and she’s happy. Put yourself together and stop bringing it up in the present.” 

He grunted as he stood up and looked at Captain America with seriousness. “We’ve got a lot of work to do. Someone out there is trying to get and hurt your girl, Cap. Are you going to let them?”

Steve looked at the silent floor and the exploded bags for a while, then nodded. “You’re damn right.” He held Tony’s hand to stand up.

“Yup, I always am.” Tony smirked at him. “Go and get some sleep because tomorrow…” He clicked his tongue. “We have a briefing meeting since Nat is going to spend the night interrogating this guys and probably... you know, just a little bit of tango. Then analysis with Hill—shit, I shouldn’t have accepted that—and we have only 1,278 security protocols to discuss if you and your ‘not-my-girlfriend’ are going public or whatever.”

“And…” Tony raised an eyebrow at him. “Clean up this fucking mess, Steve, this is a 12 million training room for gods’ sake.”

Steve chuckled reluctantly. “Fine.” As he started tidying up the debris, he muttered: “This thing today, this agent, was straight after her.”

Tony was already at the door when he turned back. “Clearly. But I’m not gonna discuss this with you now at…” He looked at his watch. “3:22. My brain’s checked out. Unless it’s another half-the-universe-disappearing disaster, we’ve got this under control.”

Steve nodded, the weight of Tony's words settling into him. But it was more than that—your words still echoed louder. The reminder of how you wanted to move forward, how much you needed new memories. He knew Tony was right, but you... you were the one who truly brought him back from the edge. He inhaled deep, and started to pick up the mess he made.

“This is the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen…” says a cross-armed Sam, standing in front of a glass wall, observing a room filled with white lab coat experts. Led by the only two people wearing regular shirts: Tony and Bruce.

“That’s because you’re not a regular on this side of the compound.” Natasha tilts her head towards the unified silence and the steady room full of geniuses. “This is just… a normal Tuesday.”

“They haven’t moved for 15 minutes!” Sam says with an incredulous look. “You can’t tell me this is normal. Look at Bruce, he’s not even blinking.”

Both Maria and Natasha chuckled before Commander Hill explained, “Their brains are working. They’re deciphering that code.” She gestured toward the screen displaying the tangled mess of numbers and symbols. “Until they crack it, they won’t move.”

“If you turn on the neuro-transmission scan right now...” Natasha grinned, “it’s like the Fourth of July in there.”

“So, what exactly are they doing?” Sam considered turning on the scan just to see what was happening inside their heads.

“The guy that attacked us yesterday had this retinal lens used as spyware; it was transmitting everything he saw. We cracked the code and followed it to the hub where it was connected and transmitting data,” Hill finished her coffee and said, “And of course, it’s encrypted. There’s the source code…” She gestures towards the huge screen filled with numbers and letters that reads as Asgardian to Sam.

“That’s… one code?” Sam is shocked. “How’d they look if there were ten?”

“Technically… that’s one piece of the code. Not the complete…” Natasha begins to explain, then gives up. “Never mind.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier if we just… asked the dude?”

“I did. And… it got messy…” Black Widow answers as she pours some coffee and hands another mug to the Commander, which she accepts gratefully.

“You killed him?! Are we allowed to do that?” Sam’s eyes widen, not entirely in disaproval.

“No! Of course not!” Natasha thinks about it for a second, then replies, “No. We can’t do that.��� Although Steve would’ve loved to. She pauses. “He got, um… it looks like his brain was programmed. After he woke up, he was entirely a different person. He didn’t remember anything. He was… is, actually, Charles Frazer. A normal MI6 agent who lives in London with a beautiful family and was sent here to respect the New Era Project. He doesn’t remember anything from yesterday.”

“What?” The Falcon is stunned. “Can they do that now? Program someone’s brain?!”

“We talk to a tree that calls a raccoon his father, so…” Hill comments without taking her eyes off the screens.

“And the raccoon shoots big guns.” Natasha adds, as if that’s a valid point. “Well… the thing is, we don’t know when this programming thing happened. Has he always been like this? A spy with sleeper cells that suddenly woke up? Is he really a normal agent who underwent modification just before coming here? We’re doing a lot of background checks, but this guy is… immaculate. Clean. Like this glass.”

“That’s… even more suspicious.” Sam frowns. “But Dr. Lancaster said he looked just like her brother, and… I’ve seen the files. He does look like Four. It can’t be a coincidence.”

“Probably his face was altered too. We just have to figure out when.”

“In any case, I don’t think the guy is normal.” Shaking his head, the Falcon isn’t buying it for a second. “No regular person takes a punch like that from Cap and wakes up. I thought the dude’s skull was broken.”

“Where are they, anyway?” Natasha starts typing on the screen. “I think Steve should be part of this conversation. Where is he? Making the windows foggy?”

“Unfortunately, no,” says Steve as he walks into the room, resignation in his voice, though his steps are steady and recovered. “She’s in R&D3 already. Back to work.”

He shakes his head. There was no way you’d go home and rest after being discharged, and honestly, he wasn’t comfortable leaving you alone. So, the best place for you (after promising for the 26th time you wouldn’t do any heavy work) was a lab full of people where you could put your mind elsewhere.

“As we all should.” Natasha raises an eyebrow at Steve. “No one here can afford to be a porcelain doll, y’know?” She’s not easy to break and far from being easily corrupted. She doesn’t say it, but her expression makes it clear.

“I know.” Steve nods with a serious expression. Yesterday, you had shown remarkable strength, remaining composed even when restlessness set in.

“Since we’re on the same page…” Commander Hill approaches the table and leans with a professional smile. She really doesn’t have time to waste. “We need to talk about the 1,278 security protocols that Stark wanted me to discuss with you.”

“Ugh,” Steve says with irritation. But then, this is your security they’re talking about, so he surrenders. “Fine.”

You didn’t know about the struggles Steve was going through as he listened to the extensive, detailed, laser-focused report Maria was giving him regarding ‘how many scans people had to pass just to approach you or your lab’ or ‘the perfect plan for your girlfriend to walk through the campus with you holding hands without being posted on social media’.

No, you were in another state of pink haze because the man you loved had said, “I love you.”

Ahh, the sky was blue, the clouds were like cotton candy (not that you’d know because you’d never tasted it before), your plants were growing strong, and yes, you had a terrible past. There was this guy who had leaked information to God knows who super dark organization, letting them know you were an ex-Hydra agent blended within the Avengers.

And by the way, that guy looked just like your dead brother and he tried to manipulate you through brainwashing. You had stitches in your knees and arms, and you shot yourself enough tranquilizer to kill a cow…but ha… who gives a shit, the most perfect, gorgeous man has said that he loves you. Like, priorities, right?

“Someone is in a good mood…” Your colleague slash friend Dr. Lin observed you and swirled around in the chair. “Alright, alright, so the mysterious date has become…a boyfriend?”

“Oh no, he is not…” You were caught off guard, and that made you think for a moment.

Wait…

What are the social protocols for calling Steve your boyfriend? Is that something people would assume after some steps of development in their relationship? Or was it a conclusion people would reach after certain premises: like intimacy, living in the same house, or having to face some dude who tried to brainwash you together?

Is it something that you or he would be entitled to call each other after those steps were fulfilled? And also, there’s this thing about… are you the only one? Yes, you live in a society that has historically been monogamous in most cultures. But things are different now. Polygamy is becoming more accepted. You wouldn’t like that, but of course, you couldn’t force him into that. Like, there are gorgeous women around him, that’s true…

“Honey…” Dr. Lin could see the ‘loading…’ sign on your forehead now that you were frozen in thought. “Is there something you wanna talk about?”

“I have some questions, Dr. Lin… no, Robert.” You put the computer in sleep mode and turned around. “Would the fact that he said ‘I love you’ make him my boyfriend?”

“Well… did he introduce you to his friends as his ‘girlfriend’?”

“Um… no.”

“Did you talk about it? Like, in which place are you standing? Or where are you heading?”

“Um…” You looked up as you remembered. “No. But we did talk about ‘making more beautiful memories’ together”.

“Oh shit.” Robert’s face shifted to ‘Gurrlllll…’ He carefully chose his words but wanted to be really clear: “And, uh… did he mention or hint that he wanted to be your boyfriend?”

“Mmm… no.” You shook your head. Not literally, at least.

“And you’re sure there’s no one else in his life?”

“Well. Yeah.” You made an obvious face. It’s not like he has the time; he is with you (or inside you) every night.

“I’m just saying…” Robert raised his hands. “There are a lot of dudes who’ll say anything to keep their bed warm.”

“Well… he is special.” You felt compelled to defend Steve. “He never lies.”

Robert almost choked. “Alright, darling… look, just make sure he’s not just banging you and planning to break your heart, okay? There are a lot of assholes out there, and trust me… you’re like a blank canvas for them, which makes you incredibly hot and attractive, but still… there are a lot of douchebags…”

“Mmm.” You were immersed in your thoughts again, analyzing what Dr. Lin had said, and as your “Loading…” sign appeared on your forehead, Robert just left you to it.

You had this way of getting so lost in your thoughts that the outside world faded away. You operated on autopilot, so you didn’t even realize how you’d gotten up at lunchtime and wandered into the common area where Steve was waiting. You didn’t notice the worried look on his face, nor the glance he exchanged with his teammates when you all sat down at the table, ready for lunch.

‘Ask her if she’s okay.’ Natasha’s eyes silently urged Steve.

‘Of course she’s not okay. After everything she’s been through.’ Steve replied with his glare.

‘Maybe she is just tired?’ Said Maria from the other corner. 

‘She does look sad…or confused.’ Observed Tony too.

‘Can you pass me the salt, please?’ Sam added to the silent conversation.

While the Avengers exchanged silent signals, you made up your mind to ask the questions that had been gnawing at you directly.

“What does it mean when people say that ‘you’re just banging me’?” You turned to Steve and asked.

Natasha spat her water out in Clint’s face, and Sam choked on a peanut.

"And I’m not against polygamy, but I think I’d be better in a monogamous relationship. If… we’re not just ‘banging.’" You nodded, speaking with honesty.

“I…” Steve tried to respond, but was interrupted by the hysterical laughter from Tony and Natasha as they rushed to save Sam from choking. (“Why would you have peanuts at lunchtime?!” Black Widow asked in a mix of laughter and disbelief.) Steve didn't know what to say, but a smile finally spread across his face as he looked at you in awe.

After the nightmare you’d all gone through yesterday, it felt like a lifetime since he’d actually smiled or felt any joy. Yet here you were, as you always are when he’s with you, with your clever, unexpected comebacks that washed away all his anger, anxiety, and rage. And your strange yet brilliant mind made him feel… so happy.

“Babe…” he chuckled, squeezing your hand and using a word he never imagined he’d use: “We’re not just banging…”

“We’re not?” You looked at him, a little confused, noticing his ears turning red. Lowering your voice, you added, “But that’s what we do every night… isn’t it?”

“OMG!” Clint stood up, covering his ears, trying not to burst out laughing. “Dr. Lancaster, may I kindly remind you this is a room full of people with extraordinary powers, including super-sensitive hearing… something we can’t exactly control?”

“Oh.” You blushed slightly, realizing how blunt you’d been, and leaned closer to Steve. “So ‘making love’ would be the right word?”

Steve chuckled as the rest of the team erupted in laughter. He squeezed your hand and smiled. “Yes, honey, that would be correct.” he said, amidst laughs and coughing.

Of course, you weren’t just banging. Steve had made up his mind to ensure you had no doubts about that. After the hilarious, "we'll talk about this for years" lunch, he gathered everything he needed to prove it to you and headed to the lab.

It was well past dinner when he arrived, and the place was empty, the only light coming from your desk. You knew he'd be late, so you waited for him to pick you up.

Leaning against the doorway, Steve watched you quietly for a moment, a soft smile forming on his face. You were completely absorbed in your work, brow furrowed in concentration. He didn’t want to interrupt, captivated by the focus you showed, his heart swelled as he took a few steps toward you.

"Hey… just… one minute…" You noticed his footsteps and quickened your typing. "I’ll wrap this up."

"There’s no rush at all." Steve sat in the chair beside you, smirking, though you didn’t notice, still immersed in your work.

"Just… borrow your hand, please?" he asked softly, knowing you were on autopilot. Without looking away from the screen, you automatically lifted your hand.

You felt something delicate wrap around your ring finger. Glancing up, you saw a slender golden thread circling it, secured by a tiny knot. Your eyes followed the thread as a delicate silver ring slid down, fitting perfectly. Startled, you looked up to see Steve raise his hand, revealing the other end of the thread tied around his own ring finger.

"What… what is this?" you asked softly, surprised.

"Well… I didn’t get the exact ‘sparkling glitter golden thread’ like you described, but… you get the idea." Steve smiled, standing up to kiss the back of your hand. "This is proof that I’m not just banging you, or…" He chuckled, "something that asks if I could bang you for the rest of our lives."

He paused, trying to remember Tony’s exact words.

"And it’s also a 'high-frequency, multi-sensorial ring capable of real-time biometric and geospatial transmission. Embedded with micro-electromechanical systems that continuously monitor and broadcast vital stats—heart rate variability, galvanic skin response, and core temperature—with GPS coordinates. Plus, a predictive analytics algorithm to interpret physiological fluctuations, allowing for real-time detection of anomalies in health and emotional state.'"

"Oh wow…" you breathed, genuinely shocked. "Did you memorize all that?"

Steve laughed and nodded. "Tony insisted you should know exactly what you were wearing."

"Awww, babe…" You couldn’t stop laughing. "This is the most romantic stalker device I've ever had."

He let out a hearty laugh and showed you his ring. "It’s connected to mine," he said, pulling you closer, his hands settling at your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours. "And I used a golden thread—the one that represents life—because you’re my life now."

"Steve…" You gently caressed his face, looking down at your hands, the rings connected by the golden thread. Really in shocked.

"And… you’re sure? Won’t people notice?"

"Trust me, I went through 1,278 protocols before deciding on this. Honestly, I made up my mind long before that. Hill said I could've spared her the torture of explaining all those, and she wanted to punch me right in the face afterward, but…" His voice softened. 

"I don’t want you living in shadows or secrets anymore. I’ll be with you, always, by your side. And…"

"And since whoever our enemy is already knows about me, they’ll think twice before coming after us, seeing that I’m with the Captain of the Avengers." You nodded.

"Yeah, that. But more importantly…" He kissed you softly after laughing. 

"Because I don’t know how to live without you. This ring… it’s just a way of showing how serious I am. How much I love you." 

He smiled suddenly, a memory flashing in his eyes. "Do you remember what you asked me the first day we met?"

"I think so…?" You hesitated, unsure which moment he was referring to. "We talked for like 10 hours that night."

"You asked me, when you added your number to my phone, 'What do you want me to be, for you?' And I answered…"

"‘My Everything,’" you whispered.

"That’s right." He sealed it with a kiss. 

"You are my everything."

You were quiet, and in awe. Just like the night you met him. For so long, you’d been searching, drifting in and out of the shadows, living in the remnants of broken fairy tales. But now, standing here with him, you realized those tales had never really been broken. They’d just been waiting — for this. 

You were no longer lost, no longer broken and sifting through the ashes of old stories. You’ve found this. Your own spectacular fairy tale, and the best part? It’s real. You had been given the right to love, to be loved, to finally be someone’s everything.

And for the first time, you truly believed it.

End

Continue to:

7: Hypnagogia |

8: Lull |

9: Vigil |

10: Eclipse |

Divider Credits: to the wonderful @cafekitsune

Andddd I'm sorry I'm posting so late today, but having two full time jobs is hitting really hard, will try to maintain regularity as I can. But its getting hard! Thanks for reading thus far and I hope you enjoyed the chapter, mayb posting a different story next friday ;) See you then!

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