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abimess · 3 years ago

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Medbay Revelations

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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Summary: After months in recovery in the medical ward, you're finally released. And when it happens, you can't contain your feelings for yourself any longer. [Requested]

Word count: 1.386 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injuries, broken bones, scars, medbay/hospital

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Hiding what you feel from other people is a habit of yours.

You don't know how it started or why. Maybe it's a defense mechanism, maybe it's because you don't want to bother others with your problems. Whatever it is, for as long as you can remember you keep your feelings to yourself.

So during the most difficult period of your life, of course you would do exactly the same.

After a mission went wrong, you ended up with almost every bone in your body broken. Tony joked about it being easier to transfer your mind to a robot, perhaps in an attempt to make you feel better, and you forced a smile, pretending it worked.

Your fellow Avengers always came to visit you. Tony would bring you movies and music to distract you; Steve would ask at least ten times a day how you were doing, and you would lie that you were fine; and Wanda would constantly come over to talk to you, about things you like and updating you on events you missed because you were stuck in medbay.

The person who visited you the most, however, was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow spent most of the day with you, either talking, watching movies together, reading, or just enjoying each other's presence. But even with such frequency, you felt a pang of longing whenever she had to leave.

You two were close. Closer than the rest of the team, but not as close as you would like to be. You fell in love with her so easily that before you knew it, it had already happened.

You had plans to tell her how you felt, to finally confess your feelings that had been hidden under lock and key for so long. But then the mission happened, and all your romantic plans would have to wait as long as your body was covered in casts.

As the months went by, the casts and bandages were gradually removed one by one. Now, six months after your recovery began, the only visible signs of what had happened to you were the huge scars along your body.

Every time you caught a glimpse of the marks on some part of you, a giant lump would take over your throat, your eyes burning. But you swallowed it, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Things were hard enough with you pretending to have everything under control.

And even with your constant improvement, you still felt tired and weak. And the fact that Dr. Cho didn't mention your release from the medical ward in any of her visits to you only made you more discouraged.

That, however, would end today.

Footsteps to your right revealed the arrival of someone, and an easy smile took over your lips as you saw that this someone was Natasha.

"What's up, troublemaker?" she greeted good-naturedly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stroking your hand. "Hey, Nat." You reply softly, lost in her beauty.

"I have some good news for you." She tells you, unable to contain a smile, and you frown in curiosity. "What is it?" you ask, and let out a giggle when her smile grows exponentially.

"Doctor Cho just cleared you, I asked her to let me give you the news." She answers, and your smile slowly diminishes to an expression of astonishment. You try to say something, but your mouth is dry, speechless.

Getting out of that hospital bed was all you wanted most during those six long months. But, finally being able to do it, you simply couldn't believe it was true.

Suddenly a plethora of feelings start swirling inside of you, from relief, to pain, to sadness at what had happened, to joy at having made it through, to fear of whether or not you'd ever really be able to fully recover. A whirlwind that became more overwhelming with each passing second.

And before you know it a tear trickles from your eye. And then another, and another, turning into a heavy, loud cry, your body swaying as you break into sobs.

Natasha watches the scene in shock, unresponsive. You two were very close, but never before had she seen you like that. Hell, she had never even seen your eyes water.

That in front of her, you so vulnerable and broken, was completely new. And the redhead couldn't keep her heart from breaking at the scene, her own feelings bubbling up as her eyes filled with tears as well.

"Y/n... Hey, come here." She pushes through the shock, wrapping her arms around you and trying to comfort you as best she can. You startle when she touches you, but then you relax, allowing yourself to cry every tear you haven't cried in the last six months.

You don't know how long it has been since you started crying, but Nat doesn't let go of you at any time, and you feel extremely grateful for that. Eventually, your crying begins to subside.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." You say, your voice shaky and sniffling constantly. "For what?" Natasha asks, her eyebrows heavily furrowed in concern. Her hands, previously around you, now rest on your legs, offering the comfort you need to keep you from crying again.

"For crying." You reply, wiping your tears dry with your hands, and Natasha shakes her head in denial. "Stop." She says immediately, bringing her hands to the sides of your face, making you keep your eyes on hers.

"Don't apologize for showing how you feel," she says, serious yet gentle, and you sniffle again, "you can always tell me how you feel." She adds with a loving smile, and your heart speeds up at the possibility the moment offers.

"If that's the case, there's something I need to say." You tell slowly, trying to gather the courage you need as you speak, and the redhead furrows her eyebrows curiously, letting her hands fall from your face. "And what is it?"

"I kind of like you." You say clumsily and watch Nat's eyes slightly widen in surprise. A second later, however, she has a playful smirk on her face. "You kind of like me? I think you can do better than that."

"Fine, I love you." You say, rolling your eyes amusedly, "I love you when you have my back and I love you when you change the calendar in the kitchen so that I wash the dishes when it's your day to do it. I love you when you nudge me to pay attention to what Steve is saying in the briefings and I love you when you make me laugh in the middle of a mission and make us blow our covers. I just... I love you a lot and all the time."

You end your unbridled monologue with a sigh, and Natasha watches you in silence, her red cheeks the only indication of any emotion on her face.

But in the next moment she's smiling sweetly at you, her eyes sparkling, and you smile as well. "I love you too." She admits it, and you feel like you might be able to take off flying right now.

"And I never changed the kitchen calendar." She adds then, narrowing her eyes at you, and you laugh softly, shaking your head in amused disapproval. "Yeah, right." You reply unconvinced, making the redhead smile.

"Can you help me up?" You ask then, starting to pull the thin medbay sheet off your body, and Nat nods. "Sure, but I have something important to do first."

You barely have time to frown in confusion before the redhead leans forward, connecting her lips to yours. Your breath catches in your throat at the surprise of the action, but soon you're smiling and reciprocating the kiss just as eagerly.

When you pull away, you keep your foreheads pressed together, your eyes closed as the closeness of each other relaxes your bodies. Not long after that, the redhead pulls away.

"Now let's get you to your room, ailing." She says playfully, and as she helps you out of the medbay, you can't help the silly grin that has taken up residence on your lips.

But that's okay, because Natasha has the same smile on hers, and the reason is the same as yours.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 3 years ago

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Shark Ambassador

Summary: Jeff’s fame takes him to new heights: educating people on his shark brethren

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3659

Warnings: I don’t think there are any but lmk if I should add something :)

A/N: I’M SORRY EVERYONE I DIPPED FOR LIKE, A MONTH. I really said I would be back and get the next parts out soon and then did that. But my university decided to put all my super long assignment deadlines right in succession of each other so I literally did nothing else :’) Also the last part is not edited, I just wrote it and now I want to go to sleep. But enjoy :)

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe

[Jeff gets Instagram - Part 3] [ Part 1 -> Part-time Avenger] [Part 2 -> Full-time Land Shark]

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“This is going to be epic Jeff, trust me”. You smiled, looking up over the worktable to where the land shark sat patiently on the floor.

He approved with a ‘mrrr’ and approached when you picked up the mechanism, letting you strap it onto his back. He tried to watch as best he could while you secured it, tilting his head at funny angles, to the point where you eventually had to stop him with a laugh, telling him to sit still.

Once he stopped squirming it actually only took a few seconds to buckle it up. Which were a few too many seconds for Jeff to have to sit still; he was bouncing with energy, sprinting outside to the pool as soon as he was released.

A small tilt of his head backwards checked that you were ready to record before he dove into the pool, circling it happily.

“What is that!?” you fake exclaimed. That was Jeff’s cue to leap out of the water, firing a beam directly into the air.

“A shark! With frickin’ laser beams!”

These were the things you and Jeff got up to when Natasha left you home alone. She’d left for a month-long mission in Italy, doing simple reconnaissance work, whilst you were tasked with staying in New York to work at the compound. Since it wasn’t too high stakes, Natasha was allowed to call whenever she had the time. And she did, resulting in almost nightly long-distance movie nights to make it feel like you weren’t so far apart. They helped to reassure Jeff too, as on the nights where Natasha couldn’t call, Jeff would spend the night whining, and usually end up curled up tightly on her side of the bed.

One such movie night had led to you all watching Austin Powers since, despite your girlfriend’s spy status and love of James Bond, she had never seen it. She also didn’t see the look you and Jeff shared at the mere mention of a shark, completely oblivious to how much was hidden when she wasn’t physically present.

By the next day you were already in the workshop, immediately designing and building a laser beam contraption to fit onto Jeff. You let him help out, so it was more of a bonding activity than anything.

You recorded Jeff splashing around for another few minutes, then he propelled himself back towards you and clambered out. He sent a charming grin to the camera, his tongue hanging lopsidedly out of his mouth as he beamed. Then, once you finished filming, he came and climbed onto your lap to watch it back.

He looked up at you and nodded his approval, before sprinting off and returning with his phone a minute later. The phone had been adjusted slightly by you and Tony, but it still had difficulty registering his land shark hands, especially when he had just been in the water. Jeff never appreciated your comments on his struggles to unlock his phone, never accepting help; he took after Nat in that regard. So for this, you stayed silent, smiling only when you caught sight of yourself as Jeff’s lock screen. Natasha had taken the picture a few days after Jeff had been rescued; you were smiling up at her, while Jeff slept on top of you for the first time.

“Hey Jeff, say cheese” you decided suddenly. He jolted his head up, baring his teeth back into a smile as he ‘mrrr’d.

“Thanks buddy.” Your lock screen had been Natasha for almost as long as you’d been dating, but if Jeff had you, then it was only fair that you should have him. Though you did wonder if Natasha also had you as her lock screen, she certainly had when you first got together, but that had been years ago, you hadn’t checked whether she’d changed it since.

Either way, the thought quickly slipped from your mind when Jeff pushed his phone into your lap, Instagram now opened. “You want to post the video?”

If Natasha found out that you had given Jeff lasers while she was away, the both of you would certainly be in trouble. But Jeff’s eyes were pleading, and with the eagerness of his nod, you couldn’t deny him. Plus Natasha wasn’t technically supposed to be on any social media until she got back, her own account framed to make it look like she was still at home. So there was no chance she would scroll through a month’s worth of posts to find it, not when all the Avengers posted several times a day. With a hum, you sent the video over to Jeff. You uploaded it for him, but handed it back to let him caption it himself; ‘mrrr!’… as usual.

You called Natasha daily for the rest of her mission and she never brought it up. You weren’t necessarily in the clear, she was a spy after all, but the attention the video garnered lessened every day, and it was practically gone from Instagram by the time she returned.

She had about enough time to clean up and get changed after her month away before Jeff approached you both, a DVD case in his mouth. You met Natasha’s eyes from across the room and both broke into a smile, you’d missed her presence and her live reactions to Jeff’s antics. Since neither of you gave Jeff direct attention, he took matters into his own hands, huffing and choosing to present his film choice to Natasha. He trotted over and let her crouch down and take it from him.

Her eyes flit back up to you once she saw the film choice, holding up the cover so you could see.

“Jaws? I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Jeff” she said, but he insisted.

“It’s a bit violent”

Natasha’s warnings meant nothing to Jeff, he was too enthralled that a film would have a shark on the cover. He pleaded with her, until eventually you both relented. Nobody could resist his demands for long.

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Jeff wished he’d listened to Natasha by the end of it, to say the least.

There were tears, there were screams, and you decided that you really should have put more effort into stopping Jeff watching the movie. As soon as the credits began, he walked out in silence, a worrying change from the near constant whimpers of the past 2 hours. He left you and Natasha unsure of which steps to take, whether he wanted to be alone of whether he would need comfort.

Three rounds of rock, paper, scissors later and it was you knocking on your own bedroom door, Jeff having shut it on his way in. He replied, giving you permission to come in, though the sight once you did was certainly not what you had been expecting. Rather than a repeat of the Yelena incident, there was no whimpering or crying. Instead, he’d made himself comfortable on the bed, furiously typing into his phone. He barely even looked up at your entry.

“What, uh, what’re you doing Jeff? How are you doing?”

“Mrrr”

“Yeah, I can see you’re writing, but what?”

He tilted his screen towards you, showing you what he’d written so far. It was at this point that you remembered Jeff had never actually been taught to read or write, and the majority of the words were a mess of letters in the wrong places. Every e also seemed to have been replaced by a 3 for some reason. You really should teach him the alphabet someday.

“Mrrr?” he asked, looking for your approval

“It looks really good Jeff!” you bluffed, “how about you recite it to me though and I’ll type it up, we’ll get it done faster that way.”

Again, he wasn’t one to willingly accept help, but this seemed to be something he was passionate about, so anything to make it better he would accept. He nodded and waited for you to get your laptop ready before working with you to create a speech against the portrayal of sharks in the media. You threw in suggestions here and there, helping him find the best words, but the final draft was still very much Jeff’s stance. He tried to read the edit, but eventually had to concede that he couldn’t read and asked you to narrate it for him.

At his approval, you slid the phone back to him, giving him the satisfaction of hitting the post button.

But for once he asked for your help in typing a caption, reciting a further comment on his distaste of how the shark was treated in Jaws, and how unlikely it was for a shark to act like the one in the film.

He looked up at you after the upload, smiling. “You happy with it? Because I am, I’m proud of you Jeff.”

“Mrrr”

“Yeah we won’t watch it again”. You still felt bad for letting him watch Jaws, but if it was the catalyst for his work educating the public on sharks, you had to respect the trajectory. “Now come on bud, Nat’s probably worried about us. We can all go out and get you gummy sharks for your good work.

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That moment set Jeff on a far greater path than you’d realised. Of course his post gained traction, as all of them do, which brought a lot of attention towards the unfair representation of sharks.

You were curled up on the sofa with Nat a day after it was posted, your head resting on her shoulder, half-heartedly watching the David Attenborough documentary the assassin had put on. She’d asked to watch something that could just be in the background to let you spend some time just talking to each other again. You were both on your phones, so that plan hadn’t gone well, but you were still able to relax and appreciate having her familiar presence back in the house.

Taking your eyes off of the screen, you tilted your head to look up at her, catching sight of her phone as you went. “Aww, you do have me as your lock screen!”. The words came out before you even thought about it.

“Yeah, of course I-, wait, do you not have me?”

“Uhhh”

“Y/N, what’s your lock screen?”

Jeff had been napping on his shark bed in the corner, but he looked up at Natasha’s dangerously low tone. His eyes met yours next, displaying smugness as soon as he realised what was happening. When he turned his head you followed the path of his gaze, landing directly on your phone, the one you had left on the other side of the room and had been too comfortable to retrieve.

He locked eyes with you again, understanding your silent pleas for him not to do what you knew he was ready to do. Not that he listened to you. Withing a millisecond he was out of bed, snatching your phone before you could even spring up and parading it around you. He strolled leisurely to Natasha, sprinting and jumping only to avoid your blockade attempts.

With a proud hum, he dropped the phone onto Natasha’s lap, looking back at you now stood on the other side of the sofa due to his dodging. Natasha looked up at you too, a raised eyebrow asking for your permission to look; you nodded.

“You replaced me with Jeff?”

The land shark looked between you smugly, clearly proud that he was there instead of Nat. You would happily switch it back at this point.

“What is he wearing? Are those Tony’s lasers?”

“Um-”

Jeff nodded and Nat turned on you. “It was Jeff’s idea!”

“MRRR!” he huffed indignantly, pointing back at you.

“What? no, you chose to make the video”

“Mrrr.”

“There’s a video?”

“On Jeff’s Instagram” you told Natasha quickly, before going back to arguing with the shark.

“Jeff, what is this?” she questioned after a second. You cringed in anticipation for the reaction, but a ‘mrrr’ from Jeff made you turn your head.

Natasha held up a new post from Jeff, one you hadn’t seen yet, that he had posted in collaboration with the Discovery Instagram account. “Uh, that reply didn’t even mean anything,” you translated for your girlfriend, “he literally just said ‘mrrr’.”

He began to explain after a bit more prompting, fetching his phone and handing it to you, displaying an open conversation with the Discovery Instagram account.

“Mrrr”

“He says he meant to tell us but he forgot”

You and Natasha exchanged a look again, before focusing on what Jeff was showing you.

‘Hi Jeff,’ the message read, ‘we love your account and all the attention you bring to sharks. In advance of shark week, would you be interested in recording a special episode and promoting it on Instagram? It would be really beneficial in raising awareness that sharks are not the danger that the media portrays them as.’

Natasha finished reading it faster than you, and her eyes shone with pride when she looked up. “You got yourself a TV contract Jeff?”

“Mrrr!”

“And you’ve already said you’re doing it?”

“Mrrr”. He nodded again

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And that was how you ended up where you were now. In a conference room with the Discovery channel marketing team, acting as a seat and translator for the little suit-wearing land shark on your lap (he’d wanted to make a good first impression). Sure you were a famous Avenger in your own right, but Jeff was the main star in this building.

You helped them and Jeff come to a decision on what Jeff would be doing and the logistics of the whole situation. A team of writers had already gathered facts and figures to support the case for sharks, asking Jeff to read it out and then they would subtitle over it.

“Mrrr.” He insisted on this case that you would also be there to the side, translating his speech in real time to ensure he could edit the script slightly and still have his words translated exactly. You beamed as you narrated it back to the team, happy to know he trusted you to make his case. They agreed happily.

In addition to just presenting, Jeff was also asked to star in the series, having a shark who understood English made it easy for them to gather authentic clips of sharks swimming in their natural habitat.

Overall, the talks went smoothly, the team practically agreeing to Jeff’s (admittedly few) requests instantly, and you were returning home to Natasha in no time. You still hadn’t had time to talk about your laser shark activities, and since she stayed up and followed you after Jeff had gone to bed, you knew she wanted to discuss it. You braced yourself for a lecture, probably some things about ‘endangering your son’, or ‘setting a bad example’, but instead you got neither.

“I’m not mad about the laser shark” she clarified instantly, going through her nightly routine as you went through yours.

“You’re not?”

“No. I watched the video and it was funny, and I can’t say I didn’t have the same thought when we watched the movie”

“You DID?!”

She snickered slightly at your reaction, throwing the pyjamas you were looking for across the room before continuing. “My main concern is that you decided to replace me, your girlfriend, with a shark”

“He’s a land shark” you corrected

Natasha took a deep breath, imitating annoyance, but the corners of her mouth tipped up; her way of letting you know she didn’t mean it. You were ready for bed at this point, and she slipped in right beside you.

“I’m just saying, you replaced me with a land shark, when you could have used a photo of both of us”

Your mouth opened, ready to state your own defence, of which you had none. “Come with us to set tomorrow, I’m sure Jeff would love your support and then I can get a good photo of the two of you. I’ll set it as my lock screen, promise.”

The two of you were facing each other in bed, and she seemed to contemplate it for a while, before breaking into a soft laugh. “Jeff already asked me earlier” she clarified, “I’ll be there”.

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The set up was on the beach, beginning with Jeff’s mini lectures, then moving onto getting footage of Jeff swimming in the sea.

While you went over the final technicalities with the director, Jeff got to work drawing on the blackboard that had been set up, aided by Natasha lifting him where he needed to be to draw. By the looks of things, you would have to get one for the house, the land shark fascinated by the chalk and taking great amusement from his drawings. Natasha was smiling too, watching what he did. You took a photo of them in that moment, the first of many that day.

When filming began, Jeff looked into the camera with confidence, his drawings from earlier still on the board. He grabbed a pointer and aimed it at the shark; he’d drawn a Great White, and put a smiley face on it to really make his point. He happily explained the role of sharks to the ecosystem; how necessary they were for the marine food chain to be maintained, and how few people sharks killed compared to the number of sharks that were killed. Meanwhile you stood to the side, translating his ‘mrrr’s for the general audience.

Then he moved on to the dolphins. They did not receive such a glowing review; made especially obvious by the fact he had drawn little devil horns and an angry face on his diagram. You kept translating, reciting the facts he was spewing about how dolphins attacked sharks, often using their snouts to ram sharks’ gills in attempts to injure or kill Jeff’s brethren.

Finally, he spun the board around, revealing a stick figure drawing of a person. Jeff made the point that, as much as he loved living among people, humans were the greatest predators to sharks and dolphins alike, and even he got negative reactions every time he went swimming in public. The filming on the beach was solely to illustrate that point, and it was the next step in the documentary. Jeff dove into the waves, splashing about in the shallows with Natasha. She had volunteered to swim with the land shark, just to make sure nobody would try to attack him, just in case. You took another photo then, Natasha in a swimsuit, smiling widely at Jeff, whilst the land shark leapt up playfully, aiming to douse her in as much salty water as he could manage. There was no competition, that was the one for your lock screen.

At last, they focused, the camera crew getting into place both on the beach and in the water, and Jeff swam deeper, until just his fin was visible. He made his way to the more crowded area of the beach, and screams began as soon as he was spotted, anyone in the sea hurriedly evacuated, taking shelter on the beach. That was until Jeff re-emerged from the water and everyone saw who it was. The mood changed in an instant, rather than running from him, crowds formed to run towards him, taking photos and petting the willing celebrity. It was exactly the footage needed for the documentary, so once the crowds had died down and each civilian caught on camera had agreed to either be shown on the film or have their face blurred, Jeff was done, and you and Nat could take your leave.

Rather than go home immediately, Natasha had planned a surprise for Jeff. Jeff was a unique animal, but with his passion for defending sharks, you wondered whether he was missing out on opportunities to socialise with his fellow sharks by living with you, so the three of you took a boat out, going just off the coast, to where a Smooth Dogfish shark had recently been spotted. As luck would have it, you managed to spot it, pointing it out to Jeff.

He jumped into the ocean immediately, you and Nat just about able to see his form retreating towards the animal. The two were motionless for a second, then both sprang to life, spinning and weaving and chasing each other around the depths below the boat, just like dogs in a park.

It kept Jeff entertained for an hour, you and Natasha using the time to catch up, just lying together in the boat until it was time to go home.

Jeff deflated when you called him back up, having to say goodbye to his newfound friend. So you promised he could come back the next week, not only to make him feel better, but it was nice to see him so happy and able to play with a similar species. He babbled excitedly about the shark to you and to Instagram all the way back home, only stopping when he spotted a package by your front door.

He rushed ahead as soon as the car door opened, nudging and sniffing the package, then gently opening his jaw and grabbing the whole box. You chuckled, helping him by unlocking the door, and he proudly carried the delivery inside, depositing it on the coffee table.

“Who’s it for, Jeff?” Natasha asked, and the land shark studied the label very carefully, concluding with a ‘mrrr’

“He can’t read” you translated, going to inspect it yourself, and seeing Jeff’s name on the label. “But it’s yours, buddy, go ahead and open it”

He used his teeth like a knife, slicing through the tape so that the box could flap open, then he buried his head inside, pulling out a small bronze coloured triangular prism.

Jeff ‘mrrr’d proudly at you and Natasha, drawing your attention to what he held, a small name plaque : ‘Jeff – Shark Ambassador’

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romanoffsbish · 3 years ago

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Stupid, Cupid

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

OC!Serena x Fem!Reader (Ex)

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Chapter 2 | Words: 2,323

TW: Cheating

Wanda's POV

"Morning" Y/N groans as she enters the kitchen, where Natasha is currently working on the crossword in the newspaper and I am making our breakfast.

"Good morning dorogoy." I coo, with my back to her while I stand over a multitude of pans.

(Sweetheart)

She takes a seat next to Natasha, laying her head down onto the counter, and releasing a huff.

"Rough night milaya devushka?" Natasha questions, setting her paper to the side.

(Sweet girl)

She hums in response, slowly nodding her head, as Natasha reaches over to gently run her fingers through her hair.

"What happened?" I sincerely question, wanting to know what's causing her all this pain.

"Serena decided to break up with me a day before Valentine's day, and I have all of this stuff planned that's nonrefundable." She sighs.

My heart skips a beat at the news, partially breaking as I feel her pain radiate through me, and also because I'm selfishly happy about it. Natasha and I have wanted her to be ours since the moment she had arrived here two years ago. Serena's always been the main obstacle that kept us from that goal.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N." Natasha coos, leaning down to place a comforting kiss to her temple. Then she lays her face down to mirror her position, and smiles at her.

"It's okay, it might hurt for a bit, but I'm honestly just relieved. It's been a long time coming. We haven't been happy in quite some time." She sighs out defeatedly.

I can feel that the pain runs deeper than she's letting on, I also do feel her relief, so I choose not to push her.

"Hey, what are you guys doing for Valentine's Day?" She asks, quickly sitting up with a hopeful smile, as she awaits our answer.

"Well, we were just going to stay in cuddling all day and watching movies." Natasha answers her.

"You're welcome to join us." I add on, hopeful she'll say yes.

"That's really sweet of you guys, but I'd never want to impose on your special day. I was actually going to offer my lunch reservations for two to Anella to you guys. I'd hate for it to go to waste, and I couldn't think of any people more deserving than the two of you." She replies, smiling widely at us.

"I don't know dorogoy..." Natasha starts to decline her.

"We'll do it, IF you will watch movies with us when we get back." I agree, while turning to place a plate of food in front of her face.

"Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me!! Thank you Wands, these eggs are absolutely amazing!!" She beams, as she finishes her plate in under a minute.

"I'm going to go make the call and switch the name on the reservation. I'll see you two later." She goes to depart, with a quick kiss to both of our cheeks.

She runs off towards her bedroom giggling, and as soon as she's out of sight, I deflate.

"Do you ever think she'll figure out how much we love her?" I sadly question my girlfriend, using my fork to push the eggs around on my plate, having completely lost my appetite.

"One could only hope, maybe we can finally show her during movie night." Natasha sighs, finishing off the coffee in her mug, then clearing our dishes.

Y/N's POV

I'm currently on the phone with the restaurant, rearranging the reservations for tomorrow around. I'm really disappointed, because I was really looking forward to the french toast. However, Wanda and Natasha deserve the world, so this really isn't a big deal.

The whole entire reason Serena and I have been so unhappy for so long is because she hates my life as an Avenger. Apparently I can't devote enough of my time to her, and she can't be happy with what time I do have. She claims that between all the missions, paperwork and my biological need for sleep, I'm far too busy. Which is really funny, because whenever I would try to work out a date, she'd be the one who was busy.

She also seemed to be jealous of the way the redheads interacted with me, claiming they were far too affectionate. I reassured her repeatedly that she had nothing to worry about, because I genuinely did love her. Regardless of any resulting feelings for the redheads, who are virtually off limits to me, I wanted to make it work. In the end though, she was the one who cheated on me, apparently Dale the pizza guy could make the time for her; but I wouldn't tell that to the assassin or the witch. She might've ripped my metaphorical heart out, but they'd literally rip out her physical one.

I have a whole list of things to readjust, like where the flowers, and the chocolate covered strawberries are being delivered.

Nat's POV

Wanda and I are currently hanging out in our room in a comfortable silence. She's reading a new book Y/N got for her, and I'm meditating—Fury had said I need to work on my chakras.

"She was lying." I interrupt the silence that had fallen upon us, having been feeling uneasy ever since Y/N left us in the kitchen.

"I know..." Wanda sighs, closing her book and laying on her side on the bed to face me as I was sat on the floor.

"I just want to know what part she was lying about..."

"Me too Nat. I can feel her pain, it's immense, and complicated. I can also feel her relief randomly coursing through. It couldn't have been as simple as she's making it out to be, but I'm mostly unsure why she won't tell us."

"She's avoiding it Wands, that's why she was pushing the date onto us. If she focuses on other things she doesn't have to think about what ever it is that happened."

"Yeah, I'm going to the store moya lyubov', I'll make her her favorite dinner tonight, and we can shop for her and hopefully fix her Valentine's Day tomorrow."

"Sounds like a perfect plan to me. She freaking loves this holiday..." I chuckle, reminiscing on the years past.

——— 1 Year Ago ———

No One's POV

"Hey turbo, slow down, where are you off to?" Natasha asks with a smile as Y/N's speeding passed her towards the compound doors, as she rushes to get her jacket on.

"Oh, hey there Natty!! I'm actually headed to Serena's for the night, I want to make sure tomorrow's as special a day as possible. I've been so busy lately with all the Avenging, so I'm trying to make up for it." Y/N quickly rambles on.

"Oh, I'm sure you just being there with her will be plenty enough. What's your plans?"

"Well, I got her a bouquet of peonies, and a locket engraved with our initials and our anniversary on it. I plan to make her breakfast in bed, then watch some horrible chick flick because she loves them. Then we'll go for a walk through Central Park, and enjoy some gelato while feeding the ducks. I also got us dinner reservations at one of those fancy nine course restaurants." Y/N answers, listing off her never ending plans, while Natasha listens intently.

"Woah, that sounds really well thought out, Y/N/N. What does she have planned for you?"

Natasha questions, genuinely confused on when Serena's going to fit anything into the day.

"Oh, Valentine's Day is sort of my thing in our relationship, not hers." Y/N replies with a smile on her face, but Natasha picks up on the air of sadness slipping through her tone and flashing across her eyes.

Natasha's face takes up a scowl at the thought, but fades into a sweet smile as Y/N looks back up to her.

"I hope you and Wands have an amazing Valentine's day tomorrow Natty!!! I made sure to make you guys some chocolate covered strawberries, they're in my mini fridge for safety." Y/N beams, throwing herself at the redheaded assassin for a quick hug.

Natasha squeezes her tightly in her embrace, not wanting to let her go in the slightest, but reluctantly releasing her hold on her.

"You too dorogoy." She replies as Y/N leaves, turning to smile once more as she waves goodbye, and Natasha mirrors her movements.

"She doesn't deserve you..." Natasha sadly whispers to herself, before taking off to sulk with her girlfriend upstairs.

———

Wanda's POV

Nat and I just made it back to the compound, and began to work on the lasagna for Y/N. Natasha put the water on to boil for me, then took her rightful place at the counter to watch me do the rest.

"Friday, Where's Y/N?" Natasha asks the AI, so we could put together the things we bought her without being worried she'll see us.

"She appears to have cried herself to sleep, Miss Romanoff." The AI bluntly replies.

My heart breaks at the newfound information, and I see Natasha's face contort in anger.

"So, instead of lunch tomorrow, I say we commit a crime." Natasha nonchalantly states, smirk ever present upon her face and I can't help but to laugh at her insinuation.

"Have you ever thought that maybe that's why Y/N didn't tell us the full truth, because she knew we'd kill her for whatever it is?" I ask my girlfriend, and she just shrugs her shoulders.

She then proceeded to show me her attempt at the basket of goodies we got for Y/N, smiling widely as she finds pride in her work. I smile back, throw the lasagna into the oven, then make my way over to her.

Seems that I'll be doing everything...

Natasha's POV

Wanda's currently 'fixing' Y/N's gifts up, as she is a perfectionist, and claims my work wasn't "good enough." I'm in charge of collecting Y/N and bringing her to the library to eat lasagna with us.

I gently knock on her door, receiving nothing in return. So I gently open her door, and am met with the sounds of the most adorable snores I'd ever heard. Wanda's snores are like a chainsaw, I could get used to these ones.

As I enter her room I see it's slightly a mess, which is the opposite of its usual state. She's lying flat on her back in the middle of her bed, with one arm draped above her head still clutching onto a used tissue. Her nose is red and irritated, and her cheeks have clear tear stains. Her other arm is lying atop her stomach, and her phone is lying underneath her hand. It looks like she had fallen asleep with her phone in her hand.

The sight of her in this state absolutely breaks my heart, so I move to make quick work of the mess in her room. As soon as I'm finished I throw out all the used tissues on her bed, move her phone to her stand, then sit next to her.

"Y/N—sweetheart, it's time to wake up." I whisper, trying not to startle her, while gently shaking her awake.

"Five more minutes..." She unintelligibly mumbles.

"No dorogoy, you already missed lunch, it's time for dinner." I lightly scold the woman, while pushing her hair back out of her face.

"Not hungry." She whines.

"Wanda made lasagna." I say, knowing this will be the hook.

Her right eye pops open, as she searched my face for I assume signs of deception, then she gently sits up and smiles.

"You should've led with that." She yawns out, stretching her arms in the air, twisting her hips, as her shirt begins to slowly ride up.

"Come on." I laugh out, standing up and extending my hand out to her, trying not to stare too obviously at her exposed abdomen.

— —

"Wands, thanks for the lasagna." Y/N quietly thanks her, as she hurriedly shoves another bite into her mouth.

"Also, Natty, thank you for cleaning my room, you really didn't have to do that."

"None of that dorogoy! We're here for you, always." I shut her down, and pull her towards me for a hug.

"Speaking of that, are you okay?" Wanda interjects.

"I'm always okay when I'm with you two." She genuinely responds, making my heart melt.

Wanda's too, as she practically steals her from me and pulls her into her embrace instead.

"If you're not ready to talk about it yet, we get it, but please remember you can always come to us. We love you, so very much, sweetheart." Wanda coos, while continuing to hold her close to her chest.

Y/N seems affected by her words, as I hear her lightly begin to sob into Wanda's chest. Wanda settles into the couch in the library, tightening her grip.

"We're here." I whisper in confirmation, as I reach over to rub Y/N's back, wanting to be close to her.

She eventually cries herself to sleep again, and I find myself wiping Wanda's now tear ridden cheeks.

"I don't like seeing her so broken..." Wanda admits, as her voice cracks.

"Me neither, moya lyubov'." I whisper in response, as I let one tear fall, then I gently remove Y/N from Wands arms.

I carry her back to her room, I go to lay her down as Wanda moves to pull the duvet back on her bed. I watch as Wanda's tucking her in, while I plug her phone in. Lastly, I set a bottle of water down with a tylenol on her nightstand.

"We love you..." Wanda whispers against her hairline, then places a kiss to her forehead, as she subconsciously reacts with a sweet smile in her sleep.

"...more than you seem to realize." I add on, kissing her cheek, then turning her lights off.

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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little hacker

avengers x fem!teen!reader

characters: brief clint barton, tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker

summary: you hacked into tony's systems and he, along with the team, track you down.

warnings: mentions of death and a car crash, hacking written by someone who has no idea how it works

word count: 3241

note: hi um this is my first oneshot on tumblr i hope you like it!!

you were 14 when you first met the avengers. your family had gotten into a tragic car accident and you were the only one who made it out alive, leaving you in excessive guilt and burden; guilt because you were the only one granted a second chance at life and burden because you had to live your life, barely scraping by as you were dropped the responsibility of taking care of your sick grandmother.

at 11, where all that the kids your age had to worry about was whether their pocket money was enough to get themselves an after-school snack, you worried whether or not the money left to your name was enough to survive.

at 11, where girls worried about their changing bodies and asked their mothers about it, you had to figure it all out yourself and with the help of your trusty laptop, the only gadget you had, one that your dad had gifted to you after you had gotten 100s for all your tests at age 8. he thought you were his little prodigy and figured a laptop would treat you well. you took care of it well because while you didn't want to spend the last of your money left, —that was specifically set aside for your grandmother's hospital bills— you wanted to hold on to the laptop for as long as you could, as a reminder of your loving father, as well as the memories the item held, after you've watched movies with pretty much all of your passed family members on that laptop at different points in your life. that was why whenever the thing lagged due to how much you've been using it, you almost always figure out how to fix it until it was good as new.

at 12, while your classmates had their parents to protect them when they were out at night, you feared for your life whenever you were out past dark. which led you to learning self defence from youtube videos. you learned them pretty quickly and with your sharp-wittedness, you no longer feared to be out at night. you even had the honours of trying out your skills when some men thought they could get you just because you were smaller than them.

at 12, where kids your age were having fun, enjoying their childhood, you had no choice but to be mature and think for the good of yourself and your sick grandmother. you were forced to grow up and you were probably more mature and intelligent than the rest of your classmates combined.

and at 13, you realised that money wasn't going to grow on trees and the money you were left with wasn't going to last forever. it had to last until you were old enough to work. but with your grandmother's condition getting worse and worse, you were forced to drop out of school. you were upset because you loved it. you loved knowledge. but family came first and the only thing that your knowledge increased on was on computers.

which led to you being able to hack into tony stark's bank account at only 14. you had no other choice than to steal money and who better to steal it from than a guy whose pocket change could probably last you another five years or so? you knew who tony stark was, the whole world knows who he is. and you thought that maybe he would be too preoccupied with his alter ego saving the whole world, along with his group of earth's mightiest heroes that he wouldn't notice the tiny bit of money you'd stolen from him.

of course the billionaire had been alerted immediately by his AI when you'd accessed into his systems. "security breach?" he exclaimed, immediately dropping the tool he was tinkering his suit with in his lab.

he spent about 3 minutes, that was how long you took touring around in his systems, observing what you did in it. he watched as you did nothing about the highly confidential information he had and instead, stole....5 grand from his bank account? that was barely a scratch to his account. what was going on?

he had requested FRIDAY to track down the hacker, mainly because he was perplexed that someone had hacked into his well protected system just to steal a tiny bit of money but it seems that even FRIDAY couldn't track down where it came from.

he told the team and it was then that everyone worried how dangerous the hacker could possibly be.

"who steals just 5 grand after hacking into a billionaire's bank account?" clint frowned after tony had explained the whole situation. "i mean, if i managed to hack into your systems, i'd do way more than just steal a couple bucks."

"exactly. and who knows? they might just be waiting for the right moment to install dangerous malware into the system and until we find the culprit, they're roaming somewhere out there with all our confidential information right at the tip of their fingers. if they decide to use it against us..." tony trailed off, for once having a worried expression on his otherwise nonchalant face. he's never been this clueless about what to do with any sort of technical issues concerning the avengers or himself.

you on the other hand, after getting complacent that you weren't caught, kept doing so for the next couple months or so. you had no ill intentions, just trying to scrape by. the whole situation puzzled tony. he didn't care how much you've taken from him in total now, you were right; it was merely pocket change to him. but you were still considered a threat since you had free access to his systems and he didn't even know who you were or where you were.

that was until you made a tiny mistake, one that if tony wasn't spending every waking moment trying to track you down he wouldn't have noticed. and though it was a small mistake, it certainly was going to change how things ran from then on.

that afternoon, after having just gotten back from visiting your grandmother at the hospital, you were planning to get more money from the billionaire's bank account at the comfort of your own home. god, hospital bills were expensive. once you had had a little snack, you settled down on the couch and opened your laptop. but being the quick-witted person you were, before the screen in front of you lit up, you saw movement from behind you.

your heart raced. you could handle fighting people but those usually happened in alleys at nighttime. this was in your home, your safe place. you made sure to lock the doors and there weren't fire escapes outside your windows so how did the intruder get in?

you could tell they were trying to be inconspicuous to get to you and so you let them. you let the person think that they were going to get you without a fight but when they were right behind you, you swiftly turned your body around and jumped over the couch. the masked intruder let out a surprised yelp and the two of you fought for a bit. before you knew it, you had them pinned under you in just ten seconds.

"wha– how– what?" it sounded like a boy. you looked down at him and noticed his red and blue spandex suit. you frowned. wasn't this the friendly neighbourhood spiderman guy or something? why was a superhero breaking into your home?

he was coughing from your knee pressing down onto his chest and you lifted it slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough to escape. he seemed grateful though because he muttered a seemingly embarrassed 'thanks'.

"get off the kid or i'll blast you off of him myself."

you look up and saw the iron man repulsor aimed right at you, and obviously iron man himself was standing right there in the middle of your small apartment. behind him stood a redhead, who you knew as the black widow, aiming a pistol at you, and a man with a shield, captain america. the spiderboy must've come in through the window and unlocked the door for them.

when you made eye contact with steve, he frowned in confusion. you looked way too young to be the culprit they had expected. he muttered a quiet 'wait, what?' before tony stark revealed himself, his iron man faceplate opening.

"um...kid? where are your parents? or guardian? we need to see them because there's been some highly illegal activity coming from this address." the man in the suit spoke. you stayed still, knee still pressing against the boy under you, frowning at the adults in the room. they noticed your apprehensiveness and slowly lowered their weapons. "we're not here to hurt you, you can release the boy now," steve told you gently.

you usually weren't one to trust easily but since these people were known superheroes, you reluctantly stood up, still anxious of the possibilities of what they could do to you. the spiderboy got up too and dusted his back, before going to stand next to steve. you were confused as to why these heroes were breaking in your home until you remembered what you had been up to for the past weeks. how could you forget when that was the only reason you were still surviving?

your eyes widened with fear when they met tony's soft ones. he looked at you with such care and worry that you were reminded of your late dad. the man in front of you wasn't the arrogant man you've watched on youtube. you felt bad for stealing from him now. you used to think that he deserved it, despite how little you took compared to how much he had. the man knelt down before you so he didn't appear so big in front of you, seeing your frightened expression. little did he know you were frightened for a totally different reason.

"anyone else living here, kid? because i tracked down this address and someone has been stealing money from me. i might need to have a little talk with them." he explained, looking around the house. you fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously, scared of what would come once you came clean about your actions. you were scared you were going to be taken in for juvenile crime but you were also scared of the consequences of lying straight to their faces. so you took a deep breath before deciding to just tell the truth.

"t–that would be me, sir." you admitted in a small voice, avoiding eye contact with the billionaire you had been stealing from. a few shocked looks from the team and an incredulous 'what?' from tony had you biting the inside of your cheeks in fear.

"i'm truly sorry about that, sir. i..." you trailed off, debating whether or not to justify your actions because you thought that he might not even want to listen to it. "i had to pay off my grandmother's hospital bills because she is very sick. my family died a few years ago in a car crash and i was the only one who made it. i was left some money to my name but having to survive on that along with paying off nana's bills, it was bound to run out. i...i thought that since you were a billionaire, stealing a few thousands wouldn't matter to you...i'm so sorry, sir. i– i'll start working to pay you back.." you stuttered out, holding your hands together so it would minimise the shaking.

tony's mouth opened and closed, like fish out of water, not knowing what to say to you. he stood up and you were on the verge of breaking down right then and there, feeling as small as you did before he knelt before you. "p–please don't report me, sir. i– i don't know what would happen to my nana if you do.. i swear to you that i didn't mess with your other files. i only accessed the system for your bank account and that was it. i have no ill intentions, please don't report me.." you were now the one kneeling down in front of him, begging.

the team were flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before them and tony was quick to get you off your knees, which scared you even more because the death grip of his metal hands on your forearms had your mind running wild at the millions of possibilities of what he would do to you. was he going to kill you and leave you somewhere that people were never going to find your body? or was he going to dispose of you and use his power to remove you permanently from the system so no one came looking for you? he had the power to ruin your life and you feared that.

snapping you out of your mental breakdown, he spoke softly. "hey, it's okay." and that was when you realised the 'death grip' he had on your forearms had only been your paranoia getting the best of you. he was barely even touching you. your teary eyes looked up at his soft, brown ones in fear.

then he smiled at you.

"it's okay. i understand the reason why you did what you did. you're a good kid, your nana is so lucky to have you. what's your name?" he knelt down before you once again, knowing that him standing tall in his iron man suit terrified you. "y/n." you responded timidly.

"how old are you, y/n?" this time, it was steve who asked. you had forgotten that there were other people in the room, too consumed by your fear for your life a few moments ago. "i'm fourteen, mr america, sir." you whispered out, the sight of captain america in person intimidating you until you saw a kind smile on his face.

"you're pretty young to be doing what you've been doing, y/n. are you aware that you're the first person to be able to hack into my heavily protected, supposedly impenetrable network? many have tried to do so and failed, and they were really smart people too. have you been doing this for a while?" tony asked.

"um...my father gifted me this laptop when i was 8 because i did exceptionally well in school. he believed i was a child prodigy and let me have a laptop since he knew my studies wouldn't be affected by the distraction of entertainment. i used to only hack into games to cheat my way up the ranks but only recently i tried something else since i had nothing better to do and i've been out of school for a while now. i knew you were a billionaire so i tried just for the heck of it and surprised myself when i got in on the first try. and then i saw your bank account details and i really needed money so i stole some... again, i'm so sorry about that." you apologised, looking down at your feet.

he couldn't believe it. you were just messing around and you managed to get into his system? you, a mere fourteen year old who was out of school, managed to single handedly do what geniuses around the world had failed to do?

he was initially just going to have a talk with the hacker, and in case they were dangerous and had backup, he brought his own. but bringing steve, natasha and peter proved to be unnecessary when the culprit turned out to be you.

"where did you learn those moves?" natasha stepped closer towards you. you looked up at the redhead, noticing the glare she had on you when she aimed her pistols at you was replaced with curiosity.

you fiddled with the hem of your shirt even more, embarrassed to tell her that you learned to fight from a couple of youtube videos when she had gotten years of actual training. you were pathetic compared to her. "i, um, i learned them from some youtube videos."

her eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. you hadn't gotten professional training yet you moved like you had. peter had superhuman strength, agility and endurance yet you took him down in under ten seconds. sure it may have been a disadvantage to peter because he was caught off guard but he should've been able to take you down still.

now was tony going to let the chance of a lifetime slip by? no, of course he was immediately thinking of recruiting you. your dad had been right about you being a prodigy. you adapted to new skills quickly and you were perfect for recruitment.

"hey kid, wanna be an avenger?"

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. steve immediately turned to him, an incredulous look on his face as he glared dangerously at the billionaire. "stark, you wanna think about this for a minute?"

"thank about what, cap? you saw what she did to the spiderling. and she successfully hacked into my system on her first try and we took weeks to trace her. romanoff back me up here," he saw how impressed natasha was by you and he knew the redhead wasn't going to disagree. "stark's right, steve. she's only fourteen and she's capable of so much already. we need someone like her."

"exactly! she's only fourteen! this life is dangerous for her!" steve argued. peter then tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "hey, mr rogers, i'm a sixteen-year-old avenger and she took me down easily. not gonna lie, it hurt my pride, also my back when you flipped me over your shoulder," he turned to you but you didn't say anything because you couldn't see his facial expression. "but i think she's going to be okay, sir."

steve sighed before turning to you, the defeated expression on his face softening when you looked up at him with your doe eyes and a small smile. you didn't answer to tony just yet since it seemed that steve had a say in it as well but you were dying to say yes. not only were you not going to be reported for your crimes but to be recruited by iron man himself to be an avenger? who could say no to that? not you, at least, since you had nothing better to do with your life at the moment.

"well, what do you say, kid?"

your smile grew and you nodded happily. the team couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy you looked for the first time since they've encountered you.

"well, you should go pack your important stuff so we can go back to the tower. you're going to be moving in if you're an official member of the avengers." tony told you and you nodded, walking towards your room to start packing while the team sat on the couch to wait for you.

"wait, what's going to happen to my nana?" you turned back towards them, worry etched onto you face. "don't worry about it, kid. you can give me the details later and i'll settle it. she'll be in good hands." he assured. "okay." you mumbled in response.

you were actually going to be an avenger. "awesome.." you grinned to yourself as you packed.

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smilexcaptainx · 3 years ago

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Final Exam

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could do an imagine with Peter Parker where the reader is overworking herself trying to study for an exam. Peter invites her to do things, but she always refuses because she feels like she needs to keep studying. Peter decides to get together with The Avengers and plan a little fun activity to trick her into doing so she can finally learn to have some fun. Thanks!

Warning(s): None

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 869

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When you first met Peter, you knew you two would be best friends. You two were the dynamic duo. You were so intimately close to him, he shared his biggest secret to you. You always thought Peter was heroic, but when you discovered that he was an actual superhero, it was awesome.

Peter always claimed that you were a great escape from his superhero schedule. Whenever you two were together, it was as if he was a normal teenage boy. What you weren't aware of though was that he had a major crush on you. He thought you didn't know, but knowing Peter, he's pretty bad at hiding things.

You knew that Peter liked you, and the feelings were mutual, but you just didn't know how to express it the correct way. Currently, it was finals week at Midtown High School and you were overwhelmed with the textbooks, papers and relearning everything from the very beginning of the year.

Peter claimed that you knew what to do. You've been studying for the final exam ever since the beginning of the year. Yet, you still felt like you couldn't do it. You didn't feel prepared. Peter has been your study partner for the past study dates, and even he believed that you were going to ace the exam.

It was difficult for you to convince yourself that you were going to do well. On the days that you didn't study with Peter, you would study alone in your bedroom. Peter was concerned because he didn't want you to overwork yourself. He has seen you when you overwork yourself before, and he hated seeing you so run down.

Peter decided to visit you in your bedroom this morning, and no surprise, Peter found you on your bed with papers scattered all around you.

"Y/N, I have two tickets to go see Volunteer Of Stardust tonight at the movie theaters," Peter announced, waving the tickets in the air. He sighed as he didn't see you look up. "Come on Y/N. We've been wanting to see this movie ever since it got released."

"I know Pete, but I have things to do," You commented, swinging your eyes up to see his disappointed face. "I'm sorry but maybe we can see it next week. You can get Ned to go with you. I'm sure he'll want to go."

"I don't want to go with Ned," Peter claimed. "I want to go see the movie with you Y/N."

"That's sweet but—"

"When will you take a break?"

"After I take the exam."

"Whatever," Peter sighed, opening your bedroom door back open. "I'll be at my place if you need me."

Peter slammed the door behind him, giving you the impression that he was mad. You stared at the door, wondering if you needed to catch him before he left. You looked back at your stuff. You had to admit, you have been studying for a long time. The movie was something that you wanted to go see with Peter for a long time.

You huffed in defeat as you closed your laptop and move the papers aside as you slid off of your bed. Luckily for you, Peter's place was in walking length from your home. You left your bedroom and went outside to see if his car was still present. As you turned the corner to the driveway, you were immediately pelted by a nerf dart.

"What the—"

"GET HER!!!"

You shrieked in fear as you felt what felt like a thousand nerf darts hit you. You soon felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Peter holding two nerf guns.

"Here take one!" Peter shouted, tossing you a nerf gun. Surprisingly, you caught it. "Let's destroy them!"

You cocked the gun with a smile. You had forgotten how much you loved nerf gun fighting with Peter was. You ran to take cover from the darts. You kept peeking out of the bush and started shooting everyone else, except for Peter. The people that you hit dramatically fell to the ground and acted like they were out.

After a while, it was down to only you and Peter. You got out of your spot and saw him slowly walking up to you. His gun was facing you, so you pointed yours at him.

"There can only be one Y/N," Peter called out, gripping tighter onto his gun. "And it's going to be me."

You shot the first dart but Peter was quick and dodged it. He ended up shooting his shot and got you straight in the face. As the dart fell to the ground, you groaned in frustration. You dropped the gun and Peter just laughed. He put his gun down and walked up to you.

"I win."

"Yeah yeah I know," You replied with a smile. "That was fun though. Thanks Peter."

"You know what else would be fun?" Peter asked, slowly making his two tickets visible again. You rolled your eyes with a grin. "Volunteer of Stardust?"

"I'm down. Let's do it Peter."

"YES!" Peter screeched in joy, engulfing you in a tight hug. You laughed as he picked you up off the ground. "WOOHOO!!!"

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wandaromanova · 3 years ago

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Ours

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, slight sexual suggestion

A/N: hello! this was a request! hope you all enjoy this! happy reading <3

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Summary: Wanda and Natasha get a little possessive when it comes to what belongs to them.

Word Count: 1.5K

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You led a simple life. You were a barista at your local Starbucks and you were currently enrolled at New York University.

Your life was an endless cycle that was as follows; school, work, eat, sleep, and repeat. You seldom strayed from your vigorous schedule.

Although some may deem your life as a mundane one, there was one aspect of your boring life that brought joy and excitement; your relationship.

Even though you were an average person, there was nothing average about your relationship. For starters, you were in a polygamous relationship with two women. That in itself already is out of the ordinary.

However, the two women in question were Avengers. Yeah, you were dating none other than Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

While your girlfriends were off saving the world, you were off doing regular life things. But at the end of the day, Wanda and Natasha would stumble into your shared apartment and eat dinner with you while they cuddled up next to you on the couch.

They knew you better than you knew yourself at times. Whenever you’d be stressed out from exams, they’d take time off to help you study and review your notes. They’d take turns giving you massages to release the tension in your neck and shoulders which oftentimes led to more.

When you were upset, they’d cuddle you and shower you with kisses like there was no tomorrow. Wanda would cook you food. Natasha didn’t partake in this activity since she couldn’t cook to save her life. So, the assassin opted for picking a movie with you while waiting for Wanda to finish up.

When you were excited over something; they’d be just as, if not more, ecstatic than you were. They were proud of your achievements, even if the magnitude of your successes were nothing compared to theirs. Wanda and Natasha were the most supportive people in your life.

Your work lives didn’t necessarily clash with one another, though. It was rare that you ever knew what the two were up to, considering they wanted to keep you safe and out of harm’s way. You weren’t one to pry and understood that everything they did was for your well-being.

The only aspect of their crazy work lives that they would incorporate you into were the parties that Tony would hold. Wanda and Natasha always asked you to be their date to these parties and of course, you’d always agree.

Wanda and Natasha weren’t exactly possessive or necessarily jealous when it came to you being around other women. They knew that your heart lied with them. However, there was one exception to their seemingly nonexistent jealousy; Carol Danvers.

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You were currently stood by the bar in Stark Towers. Natasha and Wanda were off trying to woo state delegates and get on their good side. You assumed this came with the territory of being an Avenger; having people of power to fund and support them. Tony was a billionaire, but it wouldn’t help to have other rich investors in their corner.

You leaned against the bad as you twirled the straw in your margarita as your eyes focused on the liquid. These parties could be extremely boring sometimes. The ones you’d been to in the past consisted of either actual celebration or work-related things you didn’t care to know.

Your eyes darted up from the condensation sliding across your glass when you heard someone clear their throat. Your eyes met dark brown ones.

“Hey, Y/N. You look excited to be here.” Carol joked sarcastically as she took in your blatantly obvious boredom. You straightened out your posture and stood upright at the sight of the blonde.

“Hi, Carol. Yeah, these parties can be a real treat sometimes.” You joked right back, prompting a laugh from Carol.

“I agree. They really are a treat when you’re around. Gives me something to look at.” You flushed red at Carol’s flirting. Remember how you mentioned that Wanda and Natasha didn’t like the blonde around you? This was why. She didn’t exactly hide her attraction towards you, even if she knew you were very much taken.

“I doubt anyone here would want to look at me. I’m just here in support of Wanda and Natasha.” You sent an awkward smile at Carol as you mentioned your girlfriends.

Carol raised her eyebrows at you as she leaned a little closer to you. She was now in your personal space and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh sweetie, that’s not true. You’re the main attraction in my eyes.” Carol placed her hand onto your forearm gently and slide her fingers down your arm.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda and Natasha were watching this interaction from across the room, and they were not happy about it.

“I’m sorry, there’s something that requires our attention, but please enjoy your night and thank you for your time.”

Natasha sent the two men that she and Wanda were previously conversing with a fake smile. Their anger rose at the sight of Carol twirling a strand of your hair with her forefinger.

The two redheads stalked over to you just as you laughed awkwardly at something the blonde had said.

You jumped slightly when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized who it belonged to.

Wanda had securely placed her arm around your waist, her fingernails protectively pressing into your skin. You winced at the feeling as Natasha stood behind you, firmly placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Hey baby, everything okay over here?” Wanda asked you as she turned to face you. Your eyes met hers and you smiled brightly at her. You knew you were in deep shit and you were attempting to calm the anger of your girlfriends.

“Hi, everything is fine. Carol and I were just talking about how invigorating these parties can be.”

You turned your head around to look at Natasha and she looked displeased with the situation.

“Hey Danvers, how’re you doing?” Natasha’s face displayed interest, but her tone was uncaring. Carol got the messages as she pulled away from your vicinity.

“I’m doing well, just having a talk here with your gorgeous girlfriend here.” Carol sent you a smile and you were baffled. How could she flirt with you right in front of your partners?

“Yeah, our girlfriend. Ours. Don’t forget that Danvers. I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you ever try anything with her.” Wanda spoke as her eyes turned red for a split second before fading back to green.

“Aw, that’s cute. Did you really think I’m afraid of you guys? I’m more powerful than you, Wandy. And Natasha here doesn’t even have powers of her own.” Natasha’s grip on your shoulders tightened at the blonde’s words.

“If you ever want a real woman, you know where to find me Y/N.” Carol winked at you before walking away from your flustered form and your fuming girlfriends.

“That fucking bitch.” Wanda growled out as her Sokovian accent showed itself. She removed her arm from your waist and tried to follow after Carol. Natasha took her hands off of your shoulders and moved to go with Wanda. Your eyes widened as you quickly gripped their wrists.

You knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to fight Carol right here and right now. Obviously, you couldn’t let that happen.

“Guys, don’t cause a scene. Remember where you’re at and why you’re here. You need the people here to like you, not fear you.”

You pleaded them with your words and your eyes as Natasha’s face relaxed and Wanda’s red eyes turned emerald once more.

Natasha pulled you into a sloppy kiss and you were surprised, but not against it. You wrapped your arms around her neck, not caring about the other people in the room.

When Natasha pulled away, you didn’t have a chance to catch your breath as Wanda pulled you into a kiss as well.

By the end of your make-out session with them, your lips were red and swollen. You were panting heavily as they stared at you with lust-filled eyes.

“I think we did enough to appease Tony and Fury. Let’s get out of here and remind you about who you belong to, moya lyubov (my love).”

Natasha whispered into your ear before sucking softly on it, causing shivers to run across your spine. Wanda grabbed your hand in hers and dragged you out of the party, with Natasha trailing behind you.

You didn’t need a reminder from them. Your heart would always belong to these two women. They were the only people you could see yourself spending eternity with.

Wanda and Natasha were the only women who could make you feel things that you never thought you could feel before. The love you held for them was unbeatable.

Your girlfriends were the spark of light in your dull life that you so desperately craved.

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You would never forget that you were theirs.

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Hey there😄😄I hope you are doing well...You did my last request so fabulously🤩🤩So I'm back with another request😅😅It's another arranged marriage request and I think its the most bizarre request I ever had so please be patient with me😂😂 and you can decline the request if you don't feel so😅😅...Ok so here it goes..

*Steve and y/n are required to get married under the marriage law, he doesn't wants to but being the good soldier he obeys the government....they get married but steve is cold towards his wife...his teammates tell him to give his marriage a chance but he ignores them...Then the accords happen and without a care he leaves his wife behind who is heartbroken seeing all this..Then after 2 years he sees her but again he feels nothing but after the snap when he saw losses around him and he gives his marriage a second chance, he starts being civil to his wife and cares for her but they never consumated their marriage...When the time heist becomes successful Steve consumates his marriage with the reader out of happiness and she thinks all is well...Everyone returns from snap and no one dies...But steve returns the stones and stays in the past and old steve comes back.... Heartbroken Y/n refuses to meet him and leaves the compound...turns out she was pregnant with Steve's baby and doesn't wants the old steve to know so...One day old steve sees pregnant y/n who is around 7 months pregnant and realises its his baby, he apologizes but she ignores and turn away from him... He goes to get help from Scott bcz he wants to be with his wife and son now bcz he and Peggy couldn't have kids, everyone thought steve was selfish...But then he tells the truth that he never wanted to stay in past, but when he went to say goodbye to peggy, she abducted him and broke the timetravel apparatus and forced him to stay in the past...Young Steve comes back and now his son is born who is around 8 months old...He attempts to get back with his family but his wife still ignores him and doesn't let him come near her or her son...Steve regrets for not loving his wife in the past and also volunteering for returning the stones...Then one day powerbroker (Sharon) blasts the house where steve's family lived thus killing his family, in way to revenge her aunty peggy...Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret....*

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You and Steve get married and he is really rude to you. Then he leaves you behind and goes back to Peggy but he doesn’t realise that you are pregnant. However, Sharon kills you and the baby to avenge her Aunt Peggy and Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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Steve never wanted to marry you or anyone else for that matter. But the government wanted it and like a good Captain, he listened to them. It was the stupid law and he wanted to wring the neck of those who made it. The protectors of the world had to get married so that the world sees them as fellow citizens instead of humans with super powers.

All the Avengers knew that Steve was hesitant to get married and he was doing out of duty. They knew that it was unfair but they all had met you. They all loved you instantly and knew that you and Steve would hit it off. However, the only problem was that he refused to meet you. The only thing that he knew about you was your name and your job occupation. Apparently, it wasn’t worth his time to get to know his to be wife.

“You need to give it a proper chance before you form an opinion.” It was the night of your bachelor party and while everyone is blackout drunk, Steve and Tony just sat on the side couch. For a person who was getting married tomorrow, Steve looked miserable and Tony couldn’t help but interfere.

“I am doing my job and that’s all that matters.” Taking a quick sip from his glass, he didn’t even wince at the liquid burning his throat.

Sighing, Tony filled up his glass again. A drunk Steve was better than a sober one, in his opinion. “A marriage is not a job and you need to try harder.”

“You don’t get to have an opinion, Tony. You got the perfect girl and the perfect wedding.” Jealousy coursed through his veins when he realised that everyone got to be with the love of their loves while he was stuck with someone who he barely knew.

Tony was left speechless and before he could come up with a response, Steve got up from his place and made his way towards his room. Calling it a night, he dreaded the next morning. He was happy for all of his friends but he also wanted to fall in love over first coffee dates, first movie nights, the first kiss and the moment he proposed because he loved you. Not because he was obligated too.

“You ready, Stevie?” Bucky was trying to be supportive but the headache was killing him. The tequila was literally seeping out of his pores. “How are you not hungover right now?”

“I didn’t drink like a maniac last night.” Adjusting his bow tie, he took a deep breath. This was the most difficult thing that he was going to do in his life and he just wanted to be left alone for sometime. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Are you going to run if we leave you alone?”

“I am not a quitter and you all know that.” They all filed out of the room and he just sat down on the sofa and gave himself a prep talk.

You were no better on the other hand but you were ready to give it a try. Captain America was a good man and he would make a good husband. At least, that’s what you thought. You understood that the marriage was not happening under the best of circumstances but you could give it a fair chance. Taking a deep breath, you went to join your father on the doorway. He gave you a tearful smile and linked his hands with you.

“Do you take Steve Rogers as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister asked the much awaited question and you quietly responded with an ‘I do’. During the whole ceremony, you wanted him to look at you but his eyes kept wandering. You passed it off as nerves but little did you know that he was so repulsed by the idea of this marriage that he refused to look at his wife to be.

“You guys are finally married. Treat her well, Rogers.” Fury took you both in a bear hug while your husband just hummed in response. You were like a daughter to Fury and that is why he recommended you as Steve’s spouse. He knew that Steve was an honorable man so he would fulfill all his duties as a husband.

The whole night was spent with you both smiling and engaging in conversations with the guests. However, you both made minimum effort to talk to each other except a few stolen glances. Your feet were killing you by the end of the event but you were never the one to complain. A look of relief appeared on your face when Steve announced an end to the event and thanked everyone for coming.

“Come on.” Hurriedly meeting his steps, you sat in to the passenger seat and those were the last words that were exchanged between you. When you entered the house, he took you straight to a guest room and then left. Whatever expectations that you had for tonight were crushed and so you went to bed with tears in your eyes and your wedding dress still on you.

During the next few weeks, Steve didn’t even glance at you but whenever you made an effort to do something nice for him, he shot you off. He was not willing to give it a chance and for the first few times that you made him dinner, he just picked it up and threw it in to the trash. You were never allowed in to his room and you learned it the hard way.

One day, you just wanted to put his laundry in to his room because he was not home yet. What was the harm? But boy, were you wrong. He came home early that day and he bursted at you the moment he saw you in his room. He called you some very mean things that you do not even want to recall. That night, you cried so much that your entire pillow was soaked but you didn’t want to leave him. You were in love with him way before you were married. He was the guy who saved the world and he was a good and an ethical man. Maybe he wasn’t nice to you but he was a good man and you couldn’t disagree with that.

It wasn’t that you needed a man in your life or you were dependent on him. It was that you had feelings for the man and your parents never raised you to be a quitter. You were still hoping that it all may be alright in a few days or weeks and you could have a family together. She knew that she had to be realistic but sometimes a girl wanted hope.

“I won’t be coming home for a few days.” At least he had the courtesy to tell you this time that he was going. "I have asked some of the agents to check up on you daily so if you need anything, just ask them."

"Okay." You quickly dismissed his questioning stare because he thought that you would ask questions. However, you knew that he would be rude and you would snap at him this time. A girl could only handle so much.

A week had passed and you got daily updates from Liam and Noah regarding the civil war. You still couldn’t believe that Tony and Steve were fighting because you witnessed their friendship firsthand. They had just informed you that Steve and his team were arrested by the government and shipped off to a black sight. You wanted to go to Fury and ask him to release all of them but Liam told you that it wouldn’t work. It was out of his hands.

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t believe your ears right now. Fury came by your house instead of Liam and Noah. He informed you that Chris and the other Avengers escaped from the prison and no one knows their location. Hurt was one of the most evident feeling running through your body and you didn’t know how to respond. How could he leave without telling you anything? How could he just leave?

“There will be some investigations on you but it would be nothing serious.”

“Why?” You exclaimed.

“The government is convinced that you know their location. It will blow over in sometime.”

“I am not going to sacrifice my freedom for someone who wasn’t even bothered to tell me about all this.” The hurt quickly turned into rage.

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tell all of them that I will not be doing anything and that you all should leave me alone.” You stood up and Fury took it as his cue.

Closing the door, you don’t let yourself ponder over the throbbing ache in your chest and instead get to packing. You were going to move out of this house and leave this life in the past. You moved into your parents house and immediately shot down their questions about Steve. There was a bookstore across from a studio apartment that Tony helped you find in the next few days. You loved books and the job paid pretty well. Soon, you forgot all about Steve and your failed marriage. Of course, there were feelings that you had to bury deep inside of you but you successfully managed to move on with your life.

“Have you heard, munchkin? Cap is back.” Tony shuffled your hair as he entered the library.. Pausing for a minute to absorb his words, you got right back into arranging the magazine section. It was the last thing that you had to do before you got off for the night.

“I don’t care. Are we still on for the night?”

“Yes. Pepper is cooking for the first time. Just say that you like the food.” From the past two years, Tony has been your person. He was the one who ordered you food when you were feeling too low or who massaged your feet when you had feet sores from lugging around books all day. You were thankful to have him in your life because he was not there to support you financially, he was there to support you emotionally. Sometimes, you felt so alone that you thought you might go into depression. But he was there to pull you back and so was Pepper. They were your family.

“Okay, Tony. I already know.” Quite a few things have changed over the years such as you changing your hair color to low lights and getting bangs. You changed your sense of style and. now you were pretty much unrecognizable. It was all in hope of leaving the past and turning over a new leaf. And you were somewhat successful.

“So how was the food?”

“Awesome!” The fake, shrill voice was hard to recognise, even for you but you didn’t want to hurt Pepper’s feelings.

“I know it was not good so I ordered some pizza as a back up.”

“I love you.” A chorus sounded from Tony and you as you both hugged her and kissed her on either cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” She quickly dismissed you both but the cheeky grin on her face was hard to hide. You called it a night when you started feeling sleepy and you said your goodbyes. Your apartment was only two blocks away so you decided to take a walk to clear your head. Steve had been on your mind since the time Tony mentioned that he was back. As much as you wanted to believe that his arrival didn’t effect you, you couldn’t deny all the feelings that came rushing back in.

“Robbins Library, how may I help you?” Without looking up, you asked the question in a fake, chirpy voice.

“Why are you not at the house?” The voice startled you from your receipt checking and you gave him a confused look. As you had time to process the question, you looked over his appearance. More muscular and a fully grown beard was an interesting look and definitely suited him.

“Well, it was not mine to begin with.”

“I left you that house so you would be comfortable.”

“I am doing just fine without it. You know, I didn’t need anything from you but love and respect.”

Steve was trying to do something nice for you but he didn’t understand you. He felt nothing towards you even if he tried. Guilt coursed through him when he saw the look of hurt on your face but he couldn’t do anything about it. “That is too much.”

“Well, I deserve it and I am not going to settle for anything less.” This time, the brain won the battle and you were secretly glad. You resumed your work and he left without saying another word.

The city was in chaos in a few days because there was an alien invasion in place. The Avengers were all over the problem but Pepper and you were panicked. However, the only difference was that she could ask about Tony’s whereabouts and you couldn’t do that for your husband. There were no updates for you and when Noah came to get you both with a battered suit, you were worried.

Walking towards the tower, you realised that many people were crying but the most important thing was that it looked like half of the population was gone. There were a lot of things that you didn’t understand right now but only one thing mattered. One person. Steve. You ran towards the tower and when you saw him sitting on a chair with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” The logical part of your brain started working right on time.

“We couldn’t prevent the snap and Thor escaped.”

You didn’t know what it all meant but it was definitely something bad. “So what does it mean?”

“It means that half of the human population have disappeared. It means that half of our friends, families, loved ones have disappeared. It means that I have failed!”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Do not speak to me like that. I do not deserve it. When you are in the right frame of mind, come talk to me.” You were not the person that suffered silently. You were the person who knew. what she wanted and how she should be treated.

Going outside, you called your parents but it just went to voicemail. However, busy they might have been, they always picked up their phone. So you knew that they were gone too. You were alone in this world and you didn’t know what to do. In the far distance, you saw Tony and Pepper hugging and you were happy to see that your best friend was not gone.

With tears running down your eyes, you turned back and collided into a firm chest. Looking up, you saw Steve and you just wanted someone to be with you right now. That’s what Steve also wanted because he felt like a failure right now. He wanted to give the marriage another chance as he thought that it was a miracle that you both were still here after the snap. It was not fair on you but he just needed someone and so did you. It was a fair trade.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now, Steve.”

“Me too. Let’s go upstairs.” You both just silently hugged each other and kept staring out into the Manhattan skyline. You knew that he didn’t have any feelings towards you and you cared about that. But not today. Today, you wanted to just lie down and soak up in his presence because he was the only one left for you.

He brought you breakfast in bed the next morning and he took you to all the meetings. You were confused as to why he was doing all of it and when you asked him, his answer was ‘I am trying’. You didn’t get your hopes high because you knew that it would be pathetic. This was going to be temporary and you just knew it. However, you just wanted a companion so you rolled with the situation.

“We can work around quantum physics and get all of our friends back.” He informed you over the ice cream that you were sharing. A Netflix movie ran in the background because it was a Saturday and it was a routine for you both.

“That’s a really good thing.”

“We are going to do it tomorrow.”

“Nice. I am going to bed. Are you coming?” He mumbled out a small yes and picked up all the dishes to put them in the sink.

The whole day tomorrow you clinged by your phone and called your parent’s number after every fifteen minutes. You looked crazy by the end of the day but when they finally picked up, you couldn’t explain the joy that coursed through your whole body. Talking to them for hours, you promised that you would visit them and you cancelled the call.

Steve came back with a bottle of wine in his hands to celebrate. “We were successful. The world is saved. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Both your happiness knew no bounds and after a few many glasses, you both were dancing to Taylor Swift songs. By the end of the night, you two were truly drunk and one thing led to another. You woke up the next morning with sheets wrapped around your frame and the pillow beside you crumpled but cold. You regretted the night so much because you knew that he did not have the same feelings for you.

The whole day, you spent cleaning the apartment as there were empty bottles of alcohol laying around. Then you went to the library and today was a busy day because many people wanted an update for the past five years of their lives. It kept you distracted from everything and when Tony came in, it was like the past repeating itself. He told you that Steve went to place the stones back but he came back as old.

You stopped listening to him after sometime as your mind tried to process what was happening. He betrayed you. Again. You were preparing yourself for the hurt whole day but this was totally unexpected. You knew what to do so it was a good thing. Detach yourself from the situation and do damage control. That was your motto for the next seven months and you refused to meet him even after you found out you were pregnant.

“You are in the mood of some ice cream with pickles, hmm little bean?” Rubbing your round belly, you walked towards the snacks aisle. The flavored pickle was on the top shelf but it was out of your reach. A wrinkly hand from behind picked up the jar and when you turned around to thank him, your voice was stuck in your throat. There stood your husband but the older version. The wrinkled face still held some similarities to the young captain but he had a slight hunch and grey hair.

“(Y/N), is that you? Are you- You are pregnant?” The question in his eyes was pretty evident.

“Seven months.” You curtly spoke and wheeled the trolly towards the check out. He quickly figured out the timeline and felt guilty. It was his baby and he left you alone. He caught up to you when you were bagging the groceries.

“I am sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. If I could change everything, I would. Please give me another chance.”

“You chose Peggy so you don’t get to come back in my life. Leave us alone. It would be a favor for this child if he never gets to know you.” Telling him off made you feel a whole lot better and you went towards your car.

Seeing you leave, Steve knew that he had to make things right. He went to the compound where all the Avengers were lounging around.

“I thought you had retired, Cap.” Peter called out from playing his video game with Bucky.

“I want your help, Scott. I want to go back to my old self.”

“Why, Captain? Got bored of the grandfather look?” Tony asked while stuffing his mouth with buttered popcorn.

“No. I just found out that my wife is pregnant and I want to be there for them.”

“That’s sweet but why? You already had your chance with Peggy.” Natasha wasn’t very happy with Steve right now but they all had the same question running through their minds.

“Peggy and I couldn’t have kids.”

“So you are using (Y/N) and this kid as a replacement. That’s just selfish, Steve.” Everyone gave him a disgusted look because they couldn’t believe that he was just using you and the child to fill a hole in his life. Not because he loved you both.

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to stay in the past with Peggy but she forced me to. She broke the time machine apparatus and I had no other choice but to accept that life.” He looked at all of them and saw that they all were listening to him. “I made a time machine the whole time I was there and when it was complete, I got the hell out of there.”

“Oh, Steve. We are so sorry. Of course, we will all help you.” Hugging him tight, Nat spoke on behalf of all the others. The machine was all ready to go so Steve stood in the middle of it with Scott. They had to go back and fixed the machine’s timing and it would take some months to do all that.

Meanwhile, you got back home and unpacked all the groceries. Your hormones were running wild at the moment as you sat on the sofa with your swollen feet on the coffee table. You wanted a companion sometimes who would massage your back or who would call you pretty when you were feeling insecure about yourself or who would bring you food at four a.m. But this was a dream and you gave up on it a long time ago. You were enough for your baby and that was a fact.

When Steve came back, 10 months had passed by. You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy after a 21 hour labour. You cried and even though you had your mom with you, you still called out for Steve. You wanted him with you and afterwards, when you held that boy in your hand, you wanted Steve to be there with you to enjoy the moment. However, it was the last time his name even came out of your month.

“Oliver, you need to eat, bubba.” The last 8 months have been a rollercoaster ride for you and you knew through Tony and Pepper that Steve had gone back in time. You didn’t bother with the details because you had another human being to worry about.

“Nooooo.” This one word was the kid’s favorite and everyone of his sentence started with it. You were interrupted in the middle by the doorbell. Picking up your child from the high chair, you made your way through the house towards the door.

“What are you doing here?” Steve looked the same age as you so you knew that the time machine trip was successful. But you saw red. He didn’t deserve you or Oliver.

“(Y/N), is- is that him?” The blubbering baby did not even pay attention to his father and kept on pulling your hair. He was an exact replica of Steve from the dirty blonde hair to the charming smile. A literal reminder for you but you loved this little boy to death.

“Yes and now go away. We don’t need you.” Looking at the baby, he regretted the day he made the decision to be the one to return the stones. He regretted the fact that he did not allow himself to love you. He regretted everything. “Do not come near us. Goodbye.”

You went on with your week as per usual with feeding Ollie in the morning and taking him to the library with you where he had his own play pen. Then getting light lunch across the street and coming back home to take a nap for a few hours. Afterwards, you both ate dinner while Oliver’s favorite cartoons played on the tv. Except for the fact that Steve was at your house, your job and your cafe from the day he came back. He tried to apologize but the years that you spent in agony was too much. It was too little, too late.

It was a Sunday afternoon and by some miracle, Steve had left you alone. He had a meeting with the other Avengers regarding Asgard today. You were just playing with Oliver on his mat as he tried to crawl towards the stuffed toys in your hands. Before you picked him up, you thought that you smelt gas. However, a loud explosion threw you in to the nearest wall and you knew that your time was here. During the last few breaths, you tried to find Oliver but you couldn’t move. Mentally calling out for Steve, your gaze became unfocused and you lost conscious.

“Wha-What happened?” Steve knew that there was a bomb blast and he wanted to hope against all hope that you both were safe. However, the two body bags wheeled out of the burnt down house had him fall to his knees.

“There was an explosion and we caught Agent Sharon fleeing the scene.”

Sharon had confessed that she wanted to have revenge on Steve for cheating on her aunt Peggy. The new family that Steve had was a disgrace to her Aunt’s memories so she murdered them. She had gone a little crazy because Peggy was the one who take care of her when she was a child and she felt that Steve betrayed her.

Steve didn’t know what to do with his life at the moment. He was left all alone and his family was snatched away from him. He didn’t get a chance to be with them and now he was left with nothing but pain and regret. Trying to convince Fury to let him go back in time and prevent the explosion was futile because Fury just told him that this would upset the balance of nature. He didn’t understand it at first but then as time passed, he did. All the toys and photos that were salvaged from the house now decorated Steve’s very lonely apartment and he never let himself forget.

This was his punishment and he was not going to run away from it. Not this time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved writing about Steve but I am no longer taking requests for some days. I actually have some of my drafts that I want to complete. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

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imagineaworld · 4 years ago

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pairing : nomad!steve rogers x reader

summary : nomad!steve and y/n are on the run, and find themselves in need of a little release

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warnings : 18+, smut, unprotected sex, swearing

Being a fugitive was pretty rough. Not to mention, it could get kind of lonely.

When Y/N, Steve, Sam and Nat had first gone rogue, it was day by day. Never staying in the same place for too long, never staying in the same place twice either. The longer they were on the run, the more they got the hang of it.

Tonight's stop was an abandoned hostel in the middle of nowhere. When Sam had led them to the location, no one had been particularly impressed.

"This looks like something out of a horror movie," Y/N piped up as the four of them stood outside, staring at the decrepit building.

"It has running water," Sam shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"I'm sold," Y/N retracted her previous statement. "Dibs first shower!"

Y/N ran ahead into the building to find the nearest bathroom, leaving Sam, Steve and Nat to set up camp inside.

All four of the now ex-Avengers had changed their appearance to avoid being noticed. Sam had grown a beard, though he says people only recognise him with the goggles on anyway. Steve's hair was longer, and he grew a beard along with Sam (though it was more due to lack of access to a razor). Nat and Y/N dyed their hair the same colour, a white blonde that Sam had managed to take from a store without anyone noticing.

Desperate for a warm shower, Y/N found the bathroom after grabbing a towel left in the wardrobe of one of the rooms. She stripped her dirty clothes and climbed into the steaming water, washing away the grime and dirt from the journey.

She had been in the shower for almost ten minutes when she heard Sam call, "Don't use all the hot water!"

Begrudgingly, she turned off the water and dried herself off with the towel. Heading out of the bathroom back into the room wrapped in the towel, Steve was waiting, sitting on the bed.

Y/N approached him, running her fingers through his hair. "Sorry I didn't wait for you," she said.

Steve looked up at her. "It's okay, I'm willing to share."

After being on the run for so long, Steve and Y/N found themselves in need of something they hadn't been able to bring with them. Although it was Y/N who brought it up in conversation, it was Steve who offered a solution.

It was in the first few weeks since they'd gone rogue. Steve and Y/N were on a watch together, as the four of them had been unable to find a building to stay in and had to set up a campsite in the forest.

"How you holding up?" Steve had asked her.

"I miss things I took for granted," she had replied.

The sounds of the forest surrounded them, as well as light snores coming from Sam's tent. The pair sat side by side next to a dying campfire, clinging to warmth. Above them, through the trees, was a sky full of stars.

"Like what?"

"Coffee, the Internet, Cheetos, sex," Y/N said, half-joking, just hoping to make him laugh. There was, of course, the part of her that was not joking.

"Sex, huh?" Steve chuckled. "I know how you feel. But, there are two eligible bachelors here."

Y/N laughed. "See, when you call yourself an eligible bachelor, I'm reminded that you're like a hundred years old."

"Hundred-year-old men can't have sex?" Steve raised his eyebrows, mock-defensive.

Y/N shrugged. "Wouldn't know, I've never had sex with one."

The two laughed, falling into a comfortable silence again as they listened for any signs of life.

After a while, Steve spoke up again. "Seriously though, if you ever need anything from me, I'd be happy to oblige."

That's how it started.

Since then, Y/N and Steve had been sleeping together whenever one of them needed a release. Sam and Nat, as far as they knew, had no idea, and they intended to keep it that way.

Steve and Y/N provided each other with the intimacy and affection they both craved. Often, they would shower together anywhere they would find running water. "To save water," Steve would say.

With Sam and Nat probably in their own showers, Y/N and Steve were alone together.

Steve kicked off his boots and stood up, heading into the bathroom that Y/N had just left. Y/N reached into the wardrobe for another towel for Steve before joining him in the bathroom.

Already, he was under the water, rinsing off his muscled body. Dropping her towel, Y/N climbed back into the shower with Steve, rubbing his broad shoulders as he dipped his head into the water.

She reached around to grasp his semi-hard length, feeling it twitch under her touch. Steve threw his head back in pleasure, letting out a rumbling groan as she began to pump him, his cock growing harder.

"Y/N..." Steve moaned out. "I need you."

"I'm here."

Steve whirled around, taking Y/N by surprise by crashing their lips together hungrily. He pinned her against the cold shower wall.

She could tell he'd needed this all day, his temper had been much shorter than usual, even snapping at Sam for getting them lost earlier.

Wet in every sense, Y/N wrapped one leg around Steve, giving him access to what he wanted most. Wasting no time, he pumped himself a few times before pushing into Y/N with a groan.

She was tight around him, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. He gave her a few seconds to adjust, kissing her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.

Once Steve began to thrust, Y/N couldn't stop the moans from spilling out of her. She could only hope the running water would mask the sounds of her pleasure.

"Fuck, Steve," she moaned in his ear.

Steve gripped the soft skin of her hips, a little more roughly than he intended. He was so focused on how good it felt to be inside Y/N, he had no room to think about anything else.

"Feels so good," Steve praised.

So desperate for release, Steve knew he wouldn't last long. Though he couldn't anyway, in case Sam or Nat got suspicious. Later tonight, when they were asleep, that's when he would take his time. For now...

He pulled out of Y/N, wanting to last just a little bit longer. He turned her around, pressing her naked chest into the cold wall, and slid into her tight cunt from behind. He tangled his fingers into her wet hair, using it to grip as he thrust viciously.

His groans and grunts, and her moans and cries came to a halt with Steve's climax, emptying himself into Y/N with one final, deep groan.

They remained there for a moment, Steve resting his head on Y/N's as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, he pulled out of her, gently kissing her damp hair.

The two finished up their shower, switching the water off and drying themselves. Back in the room, Steve tossed Y/N a clean shirt of his to sleep in.

"Sam and Nat are on first watch tonight," he said. "Want to lose some sleep with me?"

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spiderling-space · 3 years ago

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Hi, could you please write a headcanon for a Mc who is the daughter of Thor from Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow and the dorm leaders reaction to this. If it is possible thank you.

OMG!!!! The Next Avengers isn’t known a lot and I didn’t expect to receive a request from it. I suggest checking out their comics too. I enjoyed both the movie and comics but I am based and it made a major ship of mine canon. I’ll leave their comics look under the cut.

I’ll refer MC as Torunn for this request. It’s been over 6 years that I watched this so I might have forgotten her characteristics.

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle thought Torunn was only a trouble maker who loves to brawl which encourages Ace and Deuce more. He cannot allow that so he tries to talk with Torunn to adapt more appropriate manners.

He sees that his talk backfires when she comes with her giant sword to Heartslabyul. Riddle starts “Queen of Hearts Rule #666 says that you cannot use a sword bigger than -” but he is interrupted by her. HE is furious as it is also against the rules “I’m not using it, I’m just holding it. If I used it” she summons lightning which freaks him out “it would be Mjölnir”

Riddle thinks of adding a few new rules to Heartslabyul such as “No lightning summoning in Heartlabyul” and “No Mjölnir in the dorm” just for Torunn. He doesn’t like how she got around the rules, accidentally asking it out and embarrassing himself and unfortunately Torunn heard it, answering his stupid question.

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Leona Kingscholar

When Leona first saw Torunn at the entrance ceremony, he thought she is a twink. His opinion on her changes when she plays Magift with her friends against Savanclaw.

If he didn’t have a plan in motion, he would have asked Torunn to transfer to Savanaclaw to play in his team against Diasomnia. He thinks she would have countered the Lizard and Savanaclaw would have won.

Even after the whole Magift tournament, he makes Ruggie ask her to join Magift club. She may not be a player but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be useful to train against as a practice for the next year’s Magift. He even encourages her to use her full powers to learn how to counter lightning when fighting against the Lizard in Magift.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul didn’t think much of Torunn until she became a torn at his side. He thought he can trick her into a contract easily but some unforeseeable events happened. First she cares about her friends more than he predicted and second, she is a deity. He learns about the later when she puts her fist fast on the coffee table which breaks while all the electricity in Monstro Lounge goes out, yet Torunn’s eyes are glowing and small lightnings appear on her arms.

He may want the deed of Ramshackle dorm but he knows it is not wise to piss off a deity who can manipulate the electricity, is super powerful and probably has lightning powers. He releases her friends from his servitude and tries to find new ways to get deed of Ramshackle.

After the overblot incident, there is no bad blood between them and he thinks Torunn as close associate. He hires her to generate enough energy for Mostro Lounge to use every few days. The amount he pays to Torunn is far less than his electricity bill. He even thinks of hiring her for Octavinelle’s whole energy need.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is ever the friendly person. When he first meets Torunn, he invites her to the feast. When Torunn says his feast reminds him of the feasts of Asgard with plenty of food and people, he says “I don’t know what you mean but thank you.” She then adds that she has never seen that feast while she struggled with her made-up family in the world Ultron ruled.

When her words register with Kalim, it touches his heart. He says he didn’t mean to upset her and apologizes. He asks the reason behind it and sheds tears when he hears her story. He promises to be her friend as long as she is in Twisted Wonderland.

To disperse the sad aura, Kalim offers to ride with flying carpet. Torunn accepts and they fly together. When they reached the peak, Torunn jumps, giving Kalim a heart attack but then she starts flying. They return to Scarabia dorm while flying together. He asks if she can fly them together because he wonders what it is like to fly without any object.

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Vil Schönheit

Vil is never going to admit but he is jealous about Torunn’s skin and hair. She has flawless skin and perfect hair even though he has never seen nor heard that she puts a lot of work on herself.

He wonders her secret and bluntly asks her self-care routine and what she uses for her skin and hair.

When Vil doesn’t get actual, he is annoyed, thinking that she is making fun of him. Then Torunn says “Probably because I’m Asgardian, Midgardians refer us as gods.” casually. Well, at least being a God which Vil can accept as an excuse is a better explanation than Neige’s “I’m not doing anything”

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Idia Shroud

It is weird for Idia as his family are the ones that referred as Gods and his uncle is the thunder God.

When he learns she is the daughter of the thunder god, he thinks they can be cousins from parallel universe. He is relieved that is not the case when she tells him about her family and Asgard.

A plan formulates in Idia’s mind when it clicks that Torunn would be as powerful as Olympian ones. He asks if she can fight wrestle with his annoying cousin in RSA. He would film the entire thing and watch whenever he wants a laugh.

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Malleus Draconia

When Malleus saw her for the first time, he thought her sword was just a regular sword but bigger than the one Sebek and Silver use.

He is in one of his nightly walks when he spots Torunn rise to the sky, lightning surrounding her, not harming her. He is curious about her, she was supposed to be magicless then how she can do these. As far as he knew, humans cannot fly.

Malleus asks how she was able to fly and evaded the lightning. She tells that she is the daughter of Thor the thunder God and has inherited his powers. She demonstrates her skills with her sword, summoning lightning with it. He is amazed by her skills and happy that he wouldn’t hurt her if he accidentally summons lightning when he is moody.

Malleus also thinks about a new nickname for Torunn as “Child of Man” wouldn’t fit her. Maybe “Child of Asgard” or “Child of God” would be better. He needs some time to think about it.

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years ago

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 1-9: 命运的拐点 Destiny’s Turning Point Translation [3rd Beta Test]

*Light and Night Master-list is under WIP *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Game is slated for release this summer! (Estimated to be 8/8/21) *Beta Test’s main story tag will be #Dreams of Light and Night

The streetlight outside the window suddenly flared back to life, casting a small glow in the inky depths of the night.

I wonder if the people who had been following me are still out there?

Evan: The people outside have already left.

I was quite surprised. Evan seemed to be able to tell what I was always thinking despite how we’d only met moments before.

MC: How do you know that?

Evan: I saw them leave.

MC: But the lights were snuffed earlier. It's pitch black outside.

Evan: Perhaps it is precisely because it's the dead of the night that I'm able to see some things clearer.

MC: Huh? I've heard of night blindness, but I've never heard of anyone's sight getting better at night.

He only smiled, not answering my question.

Evan: Though, they've only just left.

Evan: So It'd be better if you sat around longer if you're not in a hurry.

I nodded as we both turned our attention back to the screen on the wall. The movie we’d glimpsed earlier continues.

Evan: The owner of this shop seems to love this movie quite a lot.

MC: Are you a regular here?

Evan: Yes. And it seems like this movie's always playing whenever I'm here.

Evan: I don't think I've ever seen the ending, however.

MC: I do actually remember how this movie ends, but you don’t want to be spoiled, do you?

Evan: I don’t mind. In fact, I think I rather like getting spoiled, but it looks like the movie is coming to an end soon.

The girl in the movie wanted to hire the man to avenge her relatives but was immediately refused by him. So, she made another request. This time, she wanted to join the crime syndicate.

This was the start of their odd, yet loving relationship. The girl illuminated the guy’s cold and lonely life that had been all so mechanically monotonous, making him understand the joy and pain of life.

The man, someone who has to place his gun beside his pillow even when sleeping on a sofa, finally had a good night's sleep, unarmed. And on the second day, the girl was approached by his enemies. A fierce battle was looming on the horizon.

Evan: I'm guessing that he never ends up with the girl as he wishes to in the end. He was killed, wasn't he?

MC: Yeah… Are you sure you never watched the ending? Your guess is really on point.

Evan: Because the current him is different from who he was back then. He now has a weakness, and weakness is fatal.

Inside the movie, the man hacks the ventilation duct open with an axe, forcing the girl to escape and live to see the next day.

Evan: Would you do the same, if you were in his shoes?

☆Light Choice: Yes (Didn't choose)

★Night Choice: No

I shook my head after having given it some serious thought.

MC: Probably not. This might make people feel moved, but I think he was being a little too desperate.

MC: Fate has thrown him in the path of one incident after another ever since he met the girl.

MC: Is it not already telling him that maybe this isn't the path he should be treading?

MC: It might be because I've never experienced this. But, I wouldn't believe for even a moment that I'll be this selfless when faced with a life-or-death situation.

Evan's countenance was coloured with slight surprise, almost as if he'd expected me to give him an entirely different answer.

MC: What? Did I say something wrong?

Evan: Of course not. On the contrary, I share the same opinion with you.

MC: Why?

Evan: Because, I think that if it were me, I wouldn't have broken down the door for her at all, right from the start.

The movie was about to end. Evan calmly watches the big showdown that was being played on the screen.

Staff: Sorry, but we're closing soon.

Right after the words left her mouth, the TV blinked out of life with a click.

MC: Pity. We've not reached the ending of the movie yet.

Evan stands up, smiling helplessly at me.

Evan: Let's take our leave.

MC: Oh, right. Let me transfer you the money for the coffee earlier.

Evan: No need. Just think of it as my thanks to you for teaching me how to lock out a suitable tie pin.

Evan: And how do you intend to go home? It's the dead of the night. It's not very safe to be wandering about alone at this time.

Evan: How about I give you a ride if you don't mind?

MC: I won't trouble you anymore. I can just directly take a taxi back home.

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Evan didn't insist on it as he pushed the door open and walked out of the store together with me.

Standing side-by-side, we silently waited for the taxi under the eaves of the Cafe, the wind chime hanging from the wooden door gently tinkling in the wind.

Soon, the designated taxi makes a stop outside the entrance of the alleyway.

MC: I'll be leaving first then. Thank you for today, I mean it.

Evan: You've already said "thank you" to me a good many times now.

I couldn't help but be flustered at his words, decidedly giving him an extravagant bow of my head.

MC: It's only because I'm really thankful to you. Whether it be helping me out of the pinch I was in, the coffee, or the movie alike.

MC: All in all, I'm really glad I met you tonight, Evan.

Evan: Be careful on the way back.

I turned and looked back once I got into the car. Evan was still standing there with the warm lights enveloping him.

The car proceeds smoothly onwards into the depths of the night, coloured with dazzling neon lights all around.

It was almost as if all the dangers I'd faced earlier were nought but a dream.

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#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #萧逸 #Osborn #齐司礼 #Sariel #陆沉 #Evan #查理苏 #Charlie #夏鸣星 #Jesse #Dreams of Light and Night

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itcamefromthetoybox · 3 years ago

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The Battling Busboy

“Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings,” Marvel Studios’ latest super hero film, just hit theaters, and with it came some great new toys! And this being a toy review blog… I’m sure you can gather where I’m going with this. We’re gonna review some toys! Now, last week, we did something a little different and reviewed a two-pack instead of one toy. Well, we’re doing it again! So let’s take a look at the “Shang-Chi vs. Death Dealer” set.

As of this writing, I haven’t seen the movie yet. With the COVID Delta variant on shelves and my health held together by little more than coffee and a desire to own tiny plastic things, I don’t feel super-duper about going to theaters any time soon. This means I don’t know much about these characters from the movies, especially since I’m avoiding spoilers, and everything I do know is from the comics.

In the comics, Shang-Chi was originally the son of famous literary villain Fu Manchu, and was created back when Marvel had the rights to the Fu-Manchu books and was looking to cash in on the kung-fu craze of the 70’s. Hell, the comic that eventually became Shang-Chi was originally going to be an adaptation of a show called “Kung-Fu.” Despite his dad being so obviously evil that it was cartoonish, Shang-Chi didn’t realize his dad was the bad guy until he was sent to kill Fu Manchu’s enemies from the book, at which point, Shang-Chi realized, “oh crap, my dad’s evil!” Later books would retcon out Fu Manchu, because he was literally the original racist stereotype for Chinese master villains, and replace him with… pretty much the same thing but with a new name, because Marvel was fine with the racism but had lost the book rights and didn’t want to get sued. The movies, however, were like, “yeah, racism and borderline copy right violations might cut into our profit margins.” So they made Shang-Chi’s father an updated version of Iron Man’s comic book arch foe The Mandarin. Shang-Chi has popped up throughout the years as an Avenger, a recurring friend of Spider-Man, the dude everyone who needs to learn martial arts goes to, and whenever there’s a massive crowd shot of heroes. He’s also had several one-shots, short stories, and mini series, all of which is not bad for a guy who has no super powers.

His enemy in this two-pack, his father’s henchman Death Dealer, was someone who I initially knew nothing about. But, it’s 2021 and Wikipedia is a thing, so that got fixed fast. In the comics, Death Dealer was a former member of British intelligence agency MI-6, who was also a spy for Shang-Chi’s father. Upon being discovered, he fled and was given a pretty great costume and sent to fight Shang-Chi, who he actually managed to capture. Shang-Chi managed to eventually escape and later fought Death Dealer at his dad’s base in China, where he actually killed the villain by burning him to death. Because fire is usually the answer to whatever problems you may face.

Now that we all know who the hell these people are, let’s talk toys! For the Shang-Chi movie, Marvel’s released a bunch of toys. Shocking, I know. There’s the highly articulated Marvel Legends line, aimed at collectors, two figures for the Marvel Titan Heroes line of simplified 12-inch figures, and a small line of 6-inch figures with different features, in addition to toy accessories and a toy dragon that looks awesome. The set we’re looking at is from the main toy line, where most of the figures have different gimmicks. In this case, Shang-Chi has the power to roundhouse kick anyone who pisses him off, and Death Dealer has the ability to get roundhouse kicked in the face, because the toy budget meant only one figure in this set got to do something cool.

When Shang-Chi does it, it looks cool. When I do it, my pants rip.

Both figures in this set look really great. Excellent sculpting, wonderful detailing, they just look really good. Since it’s his movie, we’ll talk about Shang-Chi first, though. His articulation is all around his shoulders and legs. He’s also got a ball jointed head, but the sculpting means he can’t look up, so not entirely sure why they didn’t just use a swivel joint here. He’s got no knee or elbow articulation, which is a shame, but that’s because this figure is all about his gimmick, which we’ll get to in a second.

Finally, a toy for all my stock photo needs.

First, I do want to talk about an issue I have with this figure. His hair feels like a more rubbery plastic than the rest of his head, which makes for a weird sensation to touch. I know that’s a minor complaint, but it really bothers me, especially since I also grabbed the other Shang-Chi in this line, and he doesn’t have this issue. I don’t know if it’s a weird quirk of the plastic used for this toy’s head or if the hair’s a separate piece that was attached, or what, but it does bother me and might bug anyone with a sensory issue you might want to give this to, so keep that in mind.

The quality of this picture matches how I feel when I touch the toy’s hair.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about the gimmick. The way it works is that there is a spring-loaded swivel in Shang-Chi’s right thigh, directly next to his crotch. You raise his left leg into a kick position, turn his body on the swivel, and let go. There’s a button on the back of his right leg that’s meant to hold him in place until you’re ready for him to kick, but it doesn’t do that great a job holding him and also requires you to constantly hold it in to make use of it.

You must grip the handsome man’s strong, powerful thighs.

As for Death Dealer, like I said before, he is very well-detailed. I was delighted by that. His articulation, on the other hand, isn’t exactly stellar. He has excellent shoulders and a ball joint head, but the sculpting prevents him from looking up and he has no elbows. His legs have articulation, but it is really limited by his costume’s robes, which block the legs from moving too much, and he has no knees. His right hand has a dagger molded into it and his left hand is sculpted into a grabbing gesture, so he also can’t hold anything. He’s definitely the weaker figure in the set and is clearly here just so Shang-Chi can kick him in the face.

Who needs good leg articulation when you have an outfit like this?

Who exactly is this set for? Well, clearly, it’s for the kids. It has a fun gimmick with simple figures that are fun for kids to play with and have no accessories that can be lost. The packaging also has no screens or windows, so the figures come in the open, meaning kids can touch them in the stores. The set goes for about $15, which does feel like a fair price. Just keep in mind what I said about Death Dealer’s articulation and Shang-Chi’s hair. That’s all I have to say, so I’m signing off and wishing you happy toy hunting!

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wkemeup · 5 years ago

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Operation Mistletoe

summary: With dozens of mistletoe appearing in archways across the compound, you start to notice a pattern when you begin to encounter Bucky Barnes beneath each one pairing: Bucky x reader warnings: fluff city baby a/n: I know I promised dark and twisty to follow up I’m With You, but I just couldn’t traumatize yall before the holidays...... so please enjoy some chrimmas flooof

It was the day after Thanksgiving the first time you spotted one.

Hanging under the archway to the kitchen on a dark green ribbon, adhered crudely to Tony’s very expensive wooden crowning by a long, silver nail, was a small bouquet of mistletoe; thin, green leaves gathered under a bright red bow, decorated with spotted white and crimson bulbs.

There wasn’t a single holiday decoration in sight when you’d gone to sleep the night before and with the assignments Fury had been handing out lately, you couldn't imagine anyone would take the time to nail a handful of leaves to the ceiling in their spare time. Sleep was a rare commodity around the Avengers compound and it wasn’t taken lightly, even amongst the chaos of the holidays.

A single red bulb fell down from the ceiling as Sam bumped his shoulder into the wall upon his entrance. He steadied himself on the banister with sunglasses over his eyes as he nursed a devastating hangover following his three for three losses on Thanksgiving football bets.

The berry tapped your forehead before it fell to the floor and you squinted up at it like it was some sort of marriage.

“Got you!” Bucky snuck in beside you and stole a quick kiss to your cheek as he skirted by. It was impossibly fast, almost like it hadn’t happened at all, though you could still feel the slight press of his lips on your skin after he was gone.

Your fingertips touched the side of your face where his lips had been, watching as he jogged over to Steve carrying two bottles of water in his hands and dressed in low hanging sweatpants and a SHEILD crewneck. He turned around for a moment, walking backwards as he sent you a wink, before he disappeared down the hall to the gym.

You stood there, dumbfounded, before you shook your head and made your way to the coffee pot. It was too early to process what you were almost positive was a latent daydream anyway.

Though, as you’d come to find a few days later on the first of December, it wasn’t an isolated incident after all.

Another pinch of Mistletoe appeared above the doorframe to the gym. It was gathering quite a bit of traffic underneath as the Avengers weren’t the only ones in the compound to take advantage of the free training room, so you ended up in a line behind a few dozen grumbling coworkers dressed in workout clothes.

Some walked right past it without a second thought. Others waited patiently underneath with an eager smile while the rest begrudgingly took part with a roll of their eyes and few stomps of their feet on the way out.

You were about to just stroll through the door without taking a moment to pause when you were stilled instantly in your tracks by a wall of muscle tossed in your direction. At your feet, Bucky Barnes was lying on his side, metal arm taking most of the impact, and you glanced up to find Steve shrugging rather suspiciously.

Bucky clambered to his feet, grinning, as he leaned against the wall beside you. “Hiya, Y/n.”

“Hey, Barnes,” you smiled back at him.

He was out of breath and had a damp layer of sweat running across his forehead. You laughed, shaking your head as you used the small hand towel draped over your shoulder to dab it away. When you were finished, his lower tip was tugged between his teeth, smiling so wide it must have hurt his cheeks.

“You gonna let me pass?” you teased, gesturing to his position blocking you under the doorway.

“Of course!” he laughed, though he didn’t move. “Right after I...”

He slipped in faster than the first time and pressed a kiss to your cheek. It was warm, and feather light, and gone faster than you even had a chance to memorize. You hadn’t even realized you were smiling until you felt the ache in your cheeks.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Bucky shrugged as he started to back away. “It’s tradition!

***

You started to notice a pattern when the eighth bunch of mistletoe appeared just as the elevator doors parted. You pursed your lips, staring up at the mysterious little plant that seemed to be showing up everywhere as of late, though Tony thoroughly denied any knowledge of who was hammering rusty nails into his precious architecture.

The elevator was empty as you stepped inside and you swallowed back a sliver of disappointment. Part of you expected to see Bucky waiting inside for a sneak attack; that boyish smile on his face and a blush in his cheeks. He always found himself around these things, anyway. You wondered how many times he caught Natasha or Wanda, too.

Waiting patiently as FRIDAY played soft tunes of Sleigh Bells and Winter Wonderland, you tapped your toe along to the music. A bell rang out and the doors began to part, allowing you to step onto your floor.

In your daze, you bumped straight into a mass of a shoulder, startling you back to focus.

“Sorry!” you gasped, reaching out instinctively to steady whoever had the misfortune of running to you prior to your coffee run.

A hand grabbed yours, curling under your fingers, and you were met with blue eyes and shaggy brown hair, as he brought your hand to his lips.

Bucky kissed your knuckles, a quick glance up to the mistletoe above, and he stepped into the elevator. He released your hand and you stood there, a little breathless and now very much awake, as the doors closed behind you. He winked just as the bell chimed and the silver doors met at the center.

You exhaled a heavy breath, your heart pounding a little harder in your chest. There was a skip in your step all the way to the breakroom.

***

Over the next month, you’d found dozens of mistletoe hanging from archways, over coatracks, under doorframes, and taped to the walls with duct tape, though Tony started taking those down rather quickly as it was risking damaging the paint. They tended to pop up in new places less than an hour later.

You’d encountered Sam under a few and he’d press a quick kiss to your cheek, a teasing smirk on his face aimed over your shoulder as he snickered under his breath. You tried to follow his line of sight, only to find no one standing behind you as you left the proximity of the flower.

There were only a few occasions you’d spotted anyone else caught under the mistletoe. Steve and Natasha were passing by one another when Clint coughed loudly from the couch, stilling them in their tracks as he shot an arrow up by the offending plant.

They both shot glares in Bucky’s direction, though you couldn’t figure out why he was the one they were angry with. He shrugged at them, wide eyes urging them on, and despite Tony grumbling under his breath as he yanked the arrow from the wall, Steve bent down a pressed a short kiss to the crown of Natasha’s head.

It was Bucky you ran into more than anyone else. It seemed almost impossible that you stepped near one of the hanging plants without a visit from Barnes. He'd be wearing that cheesy grin on his face, swoop in and kiss you on your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your hand, even once on your shoulder when you were carrying a few dozen files on your way to Fury’s office. You found yourself starting to look for him whenever a mistletoe was hung in your path.

Soon enough the whole compound was full of them. You’d have to take expert care to find pathways around the campus without crossing a bouquet of mistletoe hanging above and while you’d seen a few agents skirt around doorways last minute or sprint through them before anyone noticed, you didn’t change a thing.

You started to walk a little quicker when you spotted one in your path, wondering if Bucky was lying in wait on the other side.

***

Bucky Barnes had a plan.

It wasn’t a very good one, but it was a plan nonetheless.

He had roped Steve into it, Natasha rather reluctantly, and Sam had forced his way on the team after he stumbled into their midnight meeting the day before Thanksgiving, fully offended he hadn’t been offered a commanding rank already.

Bucky called it Operation Mistletoe.

Sam had laughed for a solid four minutes, but that wasn’t the point.

Bucky was a goner, a true and honest head over heels goner, but he was also a full-blown coward or, at least, that’s what Natasha called him. His crush on you was past the territory of sweet and moving towards pathetic, simply because it had been months since he started talking about asking you to dinner and he had yet to make a move.

The thing was, whenever he was around you, his nerves kicked up into overdrive at the sight of your smile and his stomach warped and flooded with butterflies whenever you so much as looked in his direction. Sam liked to point out the time Bucky, the infamous winter soldier and genetically engineered killer, had once tripped over his own shoe laces because he was watching you shadowbox in the training ring.

There was a time he was charming once, or so he was told.

Before the war, he’d been on a few dates, knew how to talk to a pretty woman without his tongue twisting up in knots and his heart thumping straight out of his chest. He’d gone dancing and held a woman close enough to cause some distasteful stares from the bleachers, but he’d been nothing but a gentleman. Steve was very adamant about that.

Bucky hardly remembered those days.

He had the images, the memories, but they didn’t feel like his own. They were like old film reels playing in the back of his mind, a movie he’d seen once before but couldn’t quite remember the details of. The lead in that movie didn’t feel much like himself, though he tried. He could fake it for a while, he supposed.

So, the first mistletoe was hung.

He’d waited in the kitchen for nearly a half hour, jogging in place to keep his nerves from complete taking him over, as he squeezed and clenched at the plastic bottles in his hands. The crinkle of it nearly drove Natasha up a wal.

When you finally stepped through the arc, he froze; still like a statue at the sight of you in wrinkled pajamas, disheveled hair, and pillow creases on your cheeks. It took until Sam staggered his way out into the kitchen and slammed his shoulder right into the wall for Bucky to move his damn feet.

You were starting to leave the target zone and he couldn’t let the moment slip him by.

It happened so quickly he barely had a chance to preserve the feeling. He put on a charming face, one he’d recognized from the memories in his head of the man he once was, and held his breath as he winked. He didn’t breathe again until he made it to Steve down at the gym.

They’d worked out a pretty intricate plan; one that might make Fury give it a second glance. Steve and Bucky waited patiently before you walked into the gym on December 1st; waiting for you to step under the frame before Steve hulled Bucky halfway across the gym to your feet.

He'd worked out his timing with Natasha, having her text him when you were on your way to Fury’s office so he could sprint up to the seventh floor to meet you as you left the elevator.

Steve had kept his eye out to he could sweep in to surprise you by the water refill station on the running track outside and even though Sam was a nuisance and stole a few of Bucky’s planned kisses, letting you leave from under the target zone before he’d even had a chance, he’d been helpful in nailing in dozens of mistletoe bundles overnight.

They started appearing inside closets, in the pantry shelves, on elliptical machines, tucked up into the ceiling tiles until most of the hallway on your floor was covered in a wall of green leaves and red and white flowers.

It was Christmas Eve when Tony finally lost it.

“What--” Tony tossed a bag full of mistletoe on the floor, “--did I do--” he spat out a leaf, “--to deserve--”, arms flailing around him, “THIS!”

“You aren’t the target here, boss,” Sam quipped from the corner, nail between his teeth as he stood at the top of a ladder lining up a handful of mistletoe to the wall.

“Evidently,” Tony grumbled, kicking the massive trash bag full of the plant. “Where is our Christmas princess, anyway?”

“You haven’t seen her?” Bucky asked in a panic, stepping out from behind a door he’d covered from end to end in garlands. “She was supposed to be at the coffee shop downtown with Nat this morning and then Steve was gonna stall her in the elevator long enough for us to finish this insane nonsense and—” Bucky looked around the room, his breathing starting to pick up, “Why in the hell am I doing this!?”

“Barnes, will you calm down,” Sam shot back, jumping off the ladder. “Nat’s had eyes on her the whole time. She’s down by the lake.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “It’s snowing...”

“Girl likes Christmas,” Sam shrugged, returning to his task at hand. He had a whole box to adhere to the wall in an hour and he wasn’t about to let Bucky Barnes get the better of him. Besides, he liked seeing you happy but hell if he understood why Barnes was the cause of it.

“Down by the lake?” Bucky repeated, moving to the window as he spotted you standing down by the frozen water, dressed in a thick winter coat and wrapped under scarfs and hats and gloves. You were just staring out into the blanket of white.

Bucky glanced back to the extravagant room; the mistletoe hung in every crook and crevasse, Tony shaking his head at the exuberant amount of decorations hung on his ceiling, Sam whistling Let It Snow to himself as he hammered in another bundle to the wall.

It was a lot; over the top maybe, though Steve insisted it was a grand gesture. Bucky found himself turning back to look at you down by the water, hands stuffed into your pockets, perfectly content to watch the snow fall. Something so simple, so misleadingly small, but it brought you so much joy.

See, Bucky liked you for the small things, too.

He liked that you noticed what cereal he reached for in the morning so you could hand it to him before he asked, how you knew the hour he went running with Steve so you could time the coffee pot to be ready for when he got back, and how you’d come to notice that he liked to prop his feet up on the ottoman during movie nights so you save him a spot nearest a decent footrest.

You cared for him in ways he hadn’t known in decades. It was always the little things with you. It was how he’d come to fall for you so easily.

Christmas was your favorite time of year and he only knew it because you hummed That’s What Christmas Means to Me under your breath in the middle of July and always had fresh baked cookies on the counter every week in December. You wore earrings that looked like bows on a present and snuck down to Rockefeller to watch the official Christmas Tree lighting every year.

A thought dawned on him, a surge of courage, and Bucky set a handful of mistletoe on the counter.

“I’ll be right back,” Bucky said slowly, pushing aside layers of the plant coating the floor.

“Where you going, Barnes? I’m not doing this myself!” Sam called while Tony grumbled about someone needing to clean up this mess before he gets back from his massage.

Bucky barely heard them.

He bumped into Steve and Natasha in the elevator, brushing past them in a hurry and too focused on his own mission to notice the slight dishevel of Steve’s short hair and Natasha adjusting the bottom of her shirt.

“Buck, hold on! What are you--”

“No time,” Bucky cut Steve short, repeatedly pressing the ground floor button despite the fact it lit up on the first try. He was smiling to himself as the doors closed, swaying on his heels. He had a mission to complete.

He was still wrapping a coat he borrowed from the closet around his shoulders when he made it down to the lake. It smelled faintly of Sam’s cologne and he scrunched his nose, hobbling on untied snow boots as he fumbled with the zipper. He found you standing in the same spot, under the tree you usually spent your summers reading under if Fury didn’t call you away on missions.

“Hey Barnes,” you said cheerily, back still turned to him though he swore he could picture your smile.

“How’d you know it was me?” he asked as he came up beside you.

“Lucky guess.”

You glanced up at him, squinting from the brightness of the sun’s reflection on the snow, though your smile turned to a frown quickly. You nudged his arm playfully and dug deep into the pocket of Sam’s jacket. Bucky watched, confused, until you pulled out a beanie, gesturing for him to lower his head.

“You’ll catch a cold, super soldier,” you reminded him, slipping the warm hat over his head and pushing the hair away from his eyes. “Don’t matter if you can’t feel it.”

You turned back to the frozen lake, contently watching the snowfall and the glisten of the ice. Bucky shifted nervously in his stance, kicking at the snow below. He took in a deep breath, hoping he’d find his courage and his words as he went.

“Did you know that Loki is partially responsible for the tradition of kissing under mistletoe?” you asked, cutting Bucky off before he could get a tongue-tied word out. He sighed of relief, shaking his head. “Turns out, Odin has more children than he lets on. He has a third son named Baldur who was once fated by the gods to die. So, his mother Frigga, the goddess of love, asked all living creatures, both plants and animals alike, to vow to never harm her son.”

Bucky didn’t know the story and he found himself smiling just listening to you. He studied your face as you spoke, your bright eyes glancing up at the snowfall and the blanket-covered trees.

“She never thought to ask the mistletoe,” you continued. “So, Loki constructed a weapon of the plant to kill his brother.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Bucky laughed, having met Loki on a few occasions.

You nodded, grinning. “Thankfully, Frigga was able to revive him. In the wake of his rebirth, she turned mistletoe into a symbol of love and vowed to kiss all those who walk beneath it in celebration of her son.”

Bucky smirked, chewing on his lips. “I didn’t know that.”

“I’m surprised,” you shrugged. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you the one with an affinity for mistletoe?”

Bucky exhaled, surprised his heart didn’t beat right out of his chest. He was surprisingly calm. “You figured that out, huh?”

“Kind of hard not to,” you giggled and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. “I bet HR has been on the hunt for you.”

You were laughing but Bucky’s stomach lurched. He took a few steps back, almost stumbling. A blush rose in his cheeks as bright as the berries adorned on the garlands he’d been hanging all month.

“Oh no... I didn’t-- shit-- I didn’t even think about-- I shouldn’t have-- I'm so sorry, Y/n! I’ll go straight to HR and – and—” Bucky’s hands were clasped on his head, putting space between you but you didn’t allow for it. You rushed towards him, grabbing his hands to keep him from spiraling and your soft laugh was enough to still him in his tracks.

“I’m teasing, Buck!” You grinned, tugging him back to the tree. “I thought it was sweet. Tony might beg to differ, though.”

“Y-yeah, he wasn’t super happy with me,” Bucky chuckled nervously. He looked down to find your hands still holding his. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.

Soft red mittens encased with white designs of reindeer and sleighs, gentle knitting protecting your hands from the cold, though he could still feel the squeeze of your fingers on his own. The pressure was still there, the affection that followed, and he wondered if you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“Bucky?”

He squeezed at your fingers, feeling for them again under layers of gloves; so tangible, so perfectly fit within his own. “Hmm?”

“Look up, will you?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, finally tearing his gaze from your hands to find you biting on your lip, grinning despite yourself. You gestured towards the sky and Bucky glanced up.

Amongst the snow fluttering down from the clouds and the slight breeze burning on his cheeks, he noticed something hanging on the edge of the single branch jutting out over where a bench usually sat when it wasn’t buried under a few feet of snow.

Green leaves, red and white bulbs, all tied together with a bright red ribbon.

“Got you,” you whispered and Bucky swore his whole world stopped spinning just long enough for him to memorize this moment.

The truth was, you’ve had him, longer than he could ever admit, and he wondered if you ever realized how much of his heart you held in your hands.

“Well... it is tradition, isn’t it?” Bucky replied breathlessly. He was smiling so wide it ached in his cheeks. It was a new feeling, to be so blissfully happy he could feel it deep in his bones.

The palm of his right hand settled against your jaw, thumb brushing gingerly along your lips to your cheekbone; warm and soft despite the chill of the wind. Snowflakes fell on your lashes, dissolving as you blinked them away.

Bucky leaned in slowly, watching for his breath because he was sure he might lose it at any given second. The soft clouds of your breath brushed over his nose and you giggled again; the sound so sweet he was sure he’d hear it again in his dreams.

Held with little distance between you, Bucky was almost positive you could feel the tremors in his breath as they touched your cheeks, though you didn’t give him much time to panic before you surged forward and kissed him.

Stunned, Bucky almost couldn’t make sense of the way your lips were on his, the press of them, the slight chill of the cold, the warmth of your breath and softness of your touch. It was more than he’d imagined, more than he’d had in years and it was perfect. It was a dream, one he was determined to never wake up from again.

Until he heard the hollering up from the second-floor window.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” Sam shouted, waving a long garland around his head like a helicopter while Steve hung over the open window, smiling like a proud dad. Natasha was on his right, whispering something in his ear that got him so red in the face, it matched the ribbon adorned on the mistletoe hanging above your head.

“Does this mean you’re going finally take down all the mistletoe?” Tony called.

Bucky turned back to you, still wrapped up in his arms. “Not a chance.”

He’d take any excuse he could to kiss you again like this.

Even if he didn’t need any excuse at all.

Please also see this rant by John Mulaney on mistletoe because I thought about it the entire time I wrote this and I’m still laughing.

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Errare Humanum Est - Pt.22

What Happens After 2 AM... Doesn’t Hate To Be a Disaster

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2) x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4420

Summary: Celebrations are in order! And when it comes to the Avengers, it’s always ‘the more the merrier’.

Warnings: swearing, brief angst, nightmares, guilt trips, attempt at humour, fluff

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Tony took off, too eager to try and get in touch with his friend via intergalactical channel. You almost felt sorry for not witnessing it, but as the biggest excitement tuned down, everyone once more invested in their own business, you and Steve were the only ones left in the kitchen – and were approached by Natasha.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say the spy even looked shy in her supposedly casual stance.

“Hey, uhm… you guys mind if I ask someone to tag along?” she threw to the open as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her plan didn’t work, because you nearly fell off of the stool with how quickly you spun to her fully.

One corner of her lips twitched at your clumsiness, but then she casted her gaze down, only making your eyebrow rise.

“Oh?”

“It’s just… a friend.”

Riiight. She was so full of shit. A teasing smile slowly spread on your face and you exchanged a meaningful wordless conversation with Steve who had insisted on him cleaning up.

“A friend, you say?” you pried, unable to hide the suggestive tone – and not even trying. She shrugged it off, clearly downplaying it once again.

“For now. A little flirting here and there maybe…”

She fooled no one, but you were in too much of a light mood to torture her and actually call her out on the fact that unless she was thinking about getting serious, she wouldn’t have wanted to introduce the mystery person to the team.

“Good for you, Natasha,” you noted instead and you might have imagined it only, but her ‘casual stance’ eased for real. “As for me, I’m all for it. I might be glad to take some attention off me.”

“And vice versa,” she pointed out and it dawned to you just how sneaky her planning was. It shouldn’t surprise you – she was a spy after all and one brilliant woman to begin with.

“Smart. I’d love to meet them.”

“I’m sure he will be too. Thanks. Uhm… Steve?” she hummed in his direction, just to make sure he was alright with it too.

The man in question raised his hands as if he wanted to say it was not his decision to make – and sent a spray of tiny drops of water your general direction with that movement. You snorted at that unattractively.

“I think it’s safe to say it’s her party, so it’s her call,” he stated with a grin and dried his hands.

“Then I say yes, of course he can come, Nat-- I meant-“ not Nat. You wanted to bit your cheek at the silly slip, probably caused by hearing the name so often, but the redhead smirked.

“Nat’s fine. I’m still honoured, by the way. Naming yourself after me...”

“Would have done it again in a heartbeat,” you reassured her with a matching smirk, relieved. She winked at you and at Steve, spinning on her heels and walking away. It was the spur of the moment what you blurted out before she could leave. “And Nat? He’s a really lucky guy. I hope he knows that.”

“Thanks,” she threw over her shoulder almost carelessly, but once again, you knew better. Natasha Romanoff felt like any other human being, only she didn’t show it as often as you for instance.

You glanced at Steve as he circled the bar and you exchanged a brief smile with him. You simply couldn’t stop smiling today. You couldn’t say you minded.

Steve’s fingers found your face and hair, caressing softly and his lips brushed yours. It seemed he couldn’t stop touching you today. Once again, you couldn’t say you minded.

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You were purposely postponing the inevitable question of what was coming next; and Steve didn’t push you. It was as if the two of you had made a deal about working out worries and obstacles later, except you hadn’t.

Chances were that Steve was avoiding the topic, because there was so much to go over and you couldn’t quite blame him. Should you go public with your resurrection? Or was it safer and overall better to keep you hidden? Perhaps you should tell at least your family and friends? What about you having a job – you couldn’t exactly sit around all days long doing nothing. The paperwork if you officially came back. The scandal. Were you even allowed to tell anyone about such thing as coming back from the dead?

Oh yeah, you were very much happy that Steve was ignoring the obvious problems in making as expertly as you were.

So, you idled. You cuddled, you watched movies, stole kisses, you spied on him while he trained with his teammates (after you spent about twenty minutes on a treadmill and decided you had to either focus on running or on ogling Steve, choosing the latter, obviously) and momentarily was searching for recipe for the best cookies, because why the hell not bake when having the time on your hands.

Relaxing for the whole day, you did not expect the sudden burst of thunderclap and lightning that followed. You jumped in your seat nearly falling off of the bar stool for the second time that day and shot Steve, who was sitting on a couch with an actual cookbook, a puzzled look.

He sighed when Tony passed the room, a grin plastered on his face.

Right. Calling Thor. God of thunder. Apparently, it worked.

“Brother Anthony. Where is the fight?” the thunderous voice demanded from the hall, your chest vibrating with the decibels of it.

“There’s no fight,” Tony responded light-heartedly. “Party is in order.”

“A party?”

“Yep,” Tony hummed, clearly amused by the shock he had caused his friend.

“You’re… you’re doing well then?” the god lowered his voice a fraction, but still was loud enough for you to hear him clearly despite the pair not being in the room with you. “How is the Captain? I requested of Heimdall to watch over him, but Loki orchestrated an escape from his prison, so I was too preoccupied to visit sooner.”

Oh. Oh. Even Thor knew just how harsh life had been to Steve lately. Also, you forgot how strangely he spoke – orchestrated, who did ever say the word orchestrated in a casual converstion?

You spared a glance at the Steve, not surprised he didn’t meet your gaze, truly engrossed in the book all of sudden. His skin paled a little, besides his ears that turned an uncomfortable shade of red as if they were on fire.

You bit your lip and decided to say nothing. What was there to say, really? He had been mourning; you wouldn’t exactly expect to find out he had been playing the welcome committee during Thor’s last visit, whenever that had been.

“See for yourself, Point Break.”

You rolled your eyes at Tony’s dramatics, and watched the God of Thunder himself, the walking rock he was, basically tiptoe into the room, eyes instantly focused on Steve. You remained graciously unnoticed. It was almost as endearing as hilarious.

Steve lowered his book (laying it down without bothering to mark the page he had been ‘reading’, while avoiding your gaze really) and stood up, offering a short hug to the God, who was adorably perplexed at such behaviour.

“Hello, Thor. It’s good to see you,” Steve welcomed him warmly, lightly patting his friend on his back. Tony watched amusedly as the men retreated, one of them utterly confused, shooting him a not-so-subtle puzzled look.

“Brother Steven, you-- look well! I am pleased to see that you are feeling better…”

“Use that famous beyond-eyes eyes of yours, Thor,” Tony snorted in laughter, gesturing vaguely around his own face. “I imagine you’ll be surprised at what you’ll see.”

To your surprise, Thor actually examined Steve with an absent gaze, blinking after few seconds, understanding mixing with confusion on his face now.

“Oh… you are… bonded,” he let out in disbelief, quickly switching to warmer voice. And nope, he still hadn’t noticed you. The corner of your lips twitched. “I am happy for you, brother. I could sense your sorrow for your soulmate during my last visit here without taking as much as a glance at you. You deserve another soulmate, one that can make your heart equally happy. I hope you do not feel unfaithful for you love again – I believe you still carry your love for your past partner in your heart and her soul knows that even in afterlife.”

Steve smiled at him, sad tones in the otherwise wide smile. “More than you know, Thor. But thank you. Would you like to meet her? She’s why we are celebrating and why we invited you to join us.”

“Of course. I’d be honoured to meet your lady-“

“You can,” you made your presence known at last, causing the God to snap his head to you at instant. You offered a grin and a tiny wave. “Hey, Thor. Long time, no see.”

The poor Asgardian stared at you incredulously, his eyes wider than Steve’s and Tony’s smiles. Then he shook his head, joining all of you in the lifted spirits.

“…now I understand why Heimdall had that secretive smile on his face when I was leaving… my lady! I am delighted to see you alive!”

He crossed the room in swift strides, nearly making you back out with how fierce he looked at the moment. But he wouldn’t punch you, right?

Nope, he wouldn’t.

Instead, he pulled you into his strong arms, lifting you a foot above the ground, squeezing you in a bone-crushing hug that brushed your tender ribs. You were so surprised you didn’t even hiss in pain. He released you as quickly as he embraced you, greeting you with his typical kiss on the back of your hand. Was there a hint of red in his cheeks as if he was embarrassed at the open display of friendly affection that preceded his gentleman’s manners?

You shook off the thought quickly, dropping a little curtsy to entertain your company. You met Steve’s eyes behind Thor’s enormous shoulder and he squinted at you playfully as if he was warning you to stop what could be considered flirtation. You winked at him, earning a gape from him and a chuckle from Tony.

“But… how?” Thor’s voice brought your attention back to him and you saw nothing but wonder on his face. “I can see your spirit, it is still glowing magnificently, clear of dark forces that could have tried to bring you back to life despite the natural order. This must have happened differently… how?”

“It’s a long story, Thor. Can you stay?” you asked hopefully, pleased by the warmth in his eyes when he nodded.

“To celebrate your return, the reunion of soulmates with one of the strongest bonds I have ever had the chance to witness? ...with pleasure, my lady.”

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Asking Thor to join was a good plan. The Avengers had introduced some of the board games they knew to him, highly amused by his frustration during monopoly; to be fair, everyone but Tony was frustrated, so no one was mad when the game ended; with the billionaire’s victory, naturally. But it wasn’t just that; he also got Steve tipsy thanks to some special liquor that was meant for ‘no mere mortals’ and Steve with his cheeks red and a smile more relaxed than you had ever witnessed was a sight to behold.

Also, Thor wasn’t the only special guest. Sam had joined you; Natasha’s special friend. It was very much clear he was special and not only because of their body language. He proved to be worthy of being her man by surviving the grilling he was put through; you didn’t blame Natasha that she had chosen this occasion of all to introduce him, because naturally, there were enough distractions… like you coming back from dead… and such.

You came to like Sam immediately. He was another person to join your verbal combat with Clint and Tony, he was funny, but somehow knowing the limits of everyone despite barely meeting them and he was another person who was giving away the friendly vibe that was impossible not to love. He was an amazing match to Natasha, who was used to hiding her feelings, making her crawl from her tough shell. Match made in Heaven. He was a therapist, a former soldier and apparently their encounter was a story they wouldn’t share until they were completely trashed. You couldn’t wait.

The family-feels-filled party was officially ending at two a.m. You were dead on your feet by then, which resulted in Steve nearly carrying you to your common suite, earning a streak of ‘awww’ that registered even in your sleepy brain. You had no care in the world, curling in Steve’s embrace on the bed and falling asleep as soon as you felt his arms relax around you.

You didn’t quite count on the retelling your story about what preceded the re-encounter with your soulmate to cause your dreams going off rails; again. Snapping your eyes into the dark, your heart was hammering in your ribcage, the remnants of a nightmare slowly leaving your mind. Sparing once glance at Steve’s fast asleep face, you carefully wiggled away and went to brush your teeth. Instantly recognizing you wouldn’t fall asleep any time soon, you decided to wander the Tower in your pyjama, a thin sweater over your shoulders.

Maybe a tea would make you good, calm your restless brain?

Heading for the kitchen and common area, you didn’t expect to find the light on; and you sure as hell didn’t expect Samuel Wilson being the person occupying it.

“Hey,” he greeted you in low voice and a tired smile on his own. “Can’t sleep?”

You couldn’t help the sigh that was drawn to your lips. “Nope. I didn’t want to wake up Steve, he could use a few hours extra, not less.”

“I bet,” the man hummed thoughtfully, motioning for you to sit in a kind offer. You shook your head and gestured towards the kettle.

“Tea?”

“Nah. Thanks.”

You went to make a cup for yourself only then, keeping the talk up. “What about you?”

“Nat’s in the shower. Woke me up.”

“Then what are you doing here?” you teased him with a chuckle and his face scrunched as if he tasted lemon and was not expecting the taste.

“Nightmares are kind of a moodkiller.”

“Ah,” escaped your lips intelligently as you sat beside him, placing the tea on the table. Honestly, you weren’t surprised at how brusque he was after the evening you spent together, but at the same time, you were – a little. You offered him a half smile. “She looks happy though. You do that.”

He smiled a tiny smile back, but his crinkling eyes said more than the curl of his lips. “I hope so, ‘cause I’m trying. Nat’s amazing. She could have anyone, but deserves the best. For some reason, the Universe seems to think it’s me.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,“ you hummed, recalling the feeling way too clearly. Sam’s eyes bulged then, guilt and shock and only then you realized what he said. Oh. Oh. The Universe. Natasha was Sam’s soulmate. Now you understood why they ended up not sharing their meet-cute yet. “Your secret is safe with me, just in case you wonder. And I can see the two of you being soulmates. I mean… at least you used to be a soldier, like her. And you still help people.”

You could feel his relief rolling off in waves. It was quite funny how afraid he was, probably having been promised death delivered by Black Widow if he shared. Then, his eyes turned curious, gentle brown wondering.

“You’re still self-conscious about your soulmate?”

“No!” you blurted out automatically, hesitating when his eyebrow rose, calling you out on your bullshit without words. You huffed. “Yes? I mean… no. It’s just-- sometimes… I guess it was just being confronted with it again when I met him for the second time… like, second time, the first time. It kinda hit me again. That our worlds are so different, mine’s so… plain and normal., while his… well.”

Getting it out felt good, but your admission sent the room into heavy silence, soaking through your skin, making you question whether you had told him too much. Why did you even say that? To Sam, of all people? You had just met him tonight!

You must have scared him off. Freaked him out. Now he was about to leave and tell on you and he would never talk to you-

“Did Natasha tell you what kind of therapy I do?” he asked kindly instead, causing you to release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You shook your head, intrigued, happy to learn more about him and ignore the silly overshare slip you had managed.

“Soulmates,” he said simply, your heart stopping at the single word. What? … like… what exactly was he doing? Huh? “I deal with people who lost their soulmates. And I spent a good portion of time digging into relationships, soulmates-related or not… and I can tell you that sometimes when people are exactly the same, they are a disaster in making.”

Well. That was loop that returned to your case faster than expected. “What… uhm, what do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m not in the battlefield anymore, but maybe… I could be good for Nat. Grounding. Just like you can be good for Steve, be exactly what he needs,” he explained, his eyes locked with yours, not releasing you; yet, you didn’t feel trapped. Damn, he was good. “Do you feel that you two… work?”

You blinked at the sudden stupid question. “Of course I do.”

He grinned victoriously and you realized you just proved his point, so you chuckled self-depreciatingly.

“That’s because it’s not always about being the same in every aspect of your lives. It’s not about similarity – it’s about completion. About two people who simply fit. From what I saw so far, from what you told me, you two fit. That’s what’s important.”

Yeah, it seemed the Universe’s choices in soulmates were pretty swell; Sam was one of the kindest and most amiable people you had ever met and Natasha deserved nothing less.

But now, it wasn’t about Nat and Sam; no, Sam had spoken to you about this for your benefit. You smiled at him softly, reaching out and squeezing his hand for a short second. He returned the courtesy, letting your mouth speak your mind.

“Thank you. I… I think you two do as well. I guess it was just heavy dreams and everything that happened…” you shrugged, already feeling calmer. You couldn’t recall what particular dream was making you lose sleep tonight, but it left you with a strange feeling in your stomach that now seemed to resolve into nothing.

Sam shrugged, huffing with an undertone of bitterness that quickly disappeared.

“Well, we sit here at four a.m. Both of us. Every single person in this building has shit to deal with. You’ve been blown up – you came back from death, much like Steve did, in a way. He’s seen you die on top of that. Nat’s past is a case of its own and… and I saw my soulmate fall from the sky and for some reason I’m blessed with another… I’m just a firm believer in handling that kind of things together, that’s why I lead group sessions rather than individual ones.”

Your lips parted at his admission. He had lost his soulmate? For real? And he found the strength to deal and to help others? Yeah, Nat definitely deserved this guy. You just hoped neither of them would have to go through losing one another – in battlefield or anywhere else.

“Nat… is your second?” you pried carefully, only making certain.

Judging by how absent his gaze grow for few moments, she was.

“Yeah.”

As if talking about her summoned her, she appeared in the door behind Sam’s back, observing silently and motioning for you not to babble out on her when you noticed her.

“Oh. Uhm… I’m sorry for your loss,” you whispered honestly and Sam smiled at you sadly, but undeniably grateful for such simple words.

“Thank you. I guess… the Universe does have a strange sense of humour. She came to me to help Steve, because she knew I lost my own and could relate and that’s how we found each other. It clicks in a weird way and I’m glad it seems to be working out so far.”

No way. Shit. Natasha had been… looking for a therapist for Steve? Just how bad Steve had been? The icy fist squeezing your heart gave you enough of an answer. Bad enough. You tried to silence the irrational guilt that gnawed at your stomach; it wasn’t exactly your fault, was it?

Curiosity was also knocking at your door, but you repressed it as well. As much as you’d like to ask whether Sam ended up having a session with Steve despite usually doing group ones, it felt wrong. Not to mention that Sam was a respectful and respecting man, who probably wouldn’t answer anyway.

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed with his musing instead, your own mind set off. “I thought it was rare to have two soulmarks and here we are.”

He snorted in an unattractive amusement. “Well, I have thought the same as you. And yet here we are. With you, coming back from the death as if two marks weren’t rare enough on their own.”

“That’s fair. But I suppose that… who else than people who spent smaller or larger part of their life saving the world deserves more than one chance at happiness?”

“True that,” he said with a light curl to his lips despite his eyes flickering behind you for a fraction of a second.

Letting your mind wander, you continued speaking, paying no mind you must bore him. “Or maybe it’s getting less rare. Maybe it’s part of something bigger, what we have yet to understand. Something… something might be changing. Cosmic…or maybe I’m just babbling. It’s just a feeling, something is in the air. A change.”

“That’s some heavy conversation to handle at four a.m,” a new voice spoke to the silence that had settled after your monologue and you whirled around, nearly jumping out of your skin.

“Steve!” you yelped, shocked and embarrassed. How much had he heard? Oh god…

Steve only shrugged and exchanged a look with Natasha, standing in the other doorway, which caused Sam to turn to his soulmate as well.

“Yeah, no shit,” Nat agreed, smirking.

“Hey, Nat,” Sam hummed, clearly less embarrassed at being eavesdropped on than you were.

“How about we cut this short and actually try to get some sleep?” she offered, carefree.

“Yeah, try,” you mimicked wryly with a sigh.

“We can try together,” Steve coaxed as he walked to you, running his hand through your hair tenderly. “Come with me, doll?”

How could a girl resist a sleepy supersoldier, when he combined his puppy eyes with being shirtless and inviting her back to his bed?

Couldn’t. The answer was: she couldn’t. You were a girl; hence you stood no chance.

“Sure,” you mumbled in a slight haze, before you managed to look back at your loyal listener. Sam had a smirk on his face, seeing what a goner you were for Steve, but his eyes were still kind. ”Thank you, Sam. Must be that face of yours, making me verbally vomit my emotions.”

“Did you just compliment my face?” he asked, fake-shocked and turned to his own soulmate, scandalized. “Nat, watch out! She might wanna steal me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were her,” Natasha grinned at him and he chuckled, comeback prepared.

“And why is that?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile turned fond and you felt like you were missing something. Ah, private joke perhaps?

Not that you cared much as Steve squeezed your shoulder lightly, his thumb slipping under the sweater you hadn’t bothered buttoning up, caressing your bare arm.

“You’re so corny,” the spy snickered.

Sam stuck out tongue in response, at which Nat placed a palm over her chest in theatrics. You chuckled and rose to your feet.

“Well, this looks like the right time to leave. Night, guys!”

“Please, as if you are about to sleep! You fool no one!” Sam called after you and you would swear you heard a slap after that, making you giggle.

Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side and pressing a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering in your hair then.

“I thought we agreed that we fit perfectly,” he hummed, only a trace of accusation in his warm timbre.

You sighed and curled up to him as close as it was possible while walking.

“We do. I… it really was just a strange dream, I guess, and this… whole thing. I saw it from a new perspective, you know? Basically an outsider who had no clue how soulmates worked at first. I went through the shock of you being my soulmate twice.”

“Ah, so you thought I was too handsome-“

You slapped his chest playfully as it instantly started shaking with hushed laughter, showing you he was only joking. You snuggled into his warmth, hoping your face didn’t quite had on display that yeah, he wasn’t that wrong. It was exactly that and like twenty other things about him and that was before you even met him. You didn’t expect him to ever understand that, not really, but Sam was right; you worked as a couple, or you liked to think so. Nothing else mattered.

Reaching your room, he released you from his embrace only to keep his hand on your shoulder to spin you, making you face him. You reluctantly raised your gaze, meeting his soft smile.

“I love you. You’re my everything and we are meant to be. Well, at least I believe that,” he mused, a fraction of doubt flashing in his eyes until you shook your head and planted a kiss right to his lips, feeling the smile widen. “If you’re not convinced… well. I’m making it my newest personal mission to prove it to you.”

Your eyebrow rose in challenge at his suggestive tone. “Are you, now?”

You couldn’t imagine saying no to that, but truth to be told, you were getting tired again; after spilling the beans to Sam, sharing your worries and getting them out of your chest, you felt like you would be able to actually fall asleep again.

“Yeah, doll. And I think I’ll start right in the morning after we get some sleep.”

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Epilogue

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Thank you for reading! (Potentially for leaving likes and reblogging)

There’s an epilogue left (full chapter-length), but you know me – I’m considering a short bonus chapter that I’m not sure will fit into the timeline – just something for fun, I guess. We’ll see.

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