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[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

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The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

-

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

-

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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[gingiesworld]

Family Ties (3/?)

Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @natashasilverfox @the-ox-fan20 @marvelogic @transparentflapfarmsludge @purpleturtletragedy

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had started to feel at ease around Nat and Wanda. The two seemed to have made the experience slightly easier. But Y/N sat on Nat's bed as she packed for a mission with Clint.

"I'm only going to be gone for a week at the most." Nat told her as she zipped her bag. "Wanda is going to be here and Steve will look out for you."

"Steve?" She questioned.

"Yeah, Captain America." Nat smirked. "I can introduce you both so it makes the whole change easier?" All Y/N had done was nod, Nat glanced at her watch. "He will be in the kitchen now so let's go."

Bruce ran his hands over his face as he mumbled to Steve.

"The blood sample that I took from Y/N has gone." Bruce told him. "Someone had taken it and I can't get into the security to find out who."

"Did you even do the blood work?" Steve asked him as he just shook his head no. "Do you think Tony would have taken it?"

"I don't think he would do something like that." Bruce told him.

"He is the only one who was against Y/N being treated as an innocent victim." Steve started.

"I'm not a victim." Y/N spoke up as Nat rested her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I wasn't implying." Steve tried to rectify.

"You said it therefore you implied it." She told him. "I am a lost wolf who just wants to find her family, surely you guys would understand that."

"I do understand that." Steve spoke softly. "I'm sorry for how I worded my statement. I know you never chose any of this."

"And I choose not to be treated like a victim." She told him as Nat smirked as the two men nodded.

"Erm, Y/N, I'm Bruce." He introduced himself. "I was wondering if I could take a blood sample just so I can observe your DNA. Just a curious mind that's all."

"You want to experiment?" She questioned shakily as Bruce shook his head.

"No." He answered quickly. "I just want to make notes on how your DNA works and see if there is any way I can help you, like try and make an aconitine repellent of sorts. I want to make sure that you don't go through the pain again." Y/N observed him as she listened to his steady heartbeat, hearing how he was being truthful.

"I guess that's ok." She agreed timidly as Bruce thanked her.

"Although, I may need to do the research in my old lab back home." Bruce told Steve. "I can't trust that my research won't be stolen." He whispered before he turned to Y/N. "Come by my lab any time, Nat or Wanda can come along, whichever makes you comfortable." With that he left the kitchen, leaving Steve with the two women.

"So, I need you to look out for Y/N while I'm gone." Nat told him firmly. "You know, just make her as comfortable as possible, maybe ease her into some training, just until we get any leads."

"Of course." Steve told her before smiling at Y/N.

"Don't smile like that." Y/N told him. "It's creepy." Nat burst out laughing as Steve just nodded.

"I shall keep that in mind." He muttered before leaving.

"You know, having you here is definitely an improvement to this place." Nat told Y/N who smiled.

"When do you leave?" She questioned as Nat gave her a sad smile.

"Tonight." Nat told her. "But you can bunk with Wanda if that makes you comfortable?"

"Can't I stay in your room?" She asked shyly as Nat just nodded with a smile.

"Wanda will still check in on you though, she enjoys her movie nights." Nat told her as the two walked around the compound. The two spotted Wanda and Vision walking hand in hand. Smiling as they watched the two laugh together and smile.

"So Wanda has a boyfriend?" Y/N asked Nat with a raised brow.

"Of some sorts, yes." Nat confirmed. "Vision is a synthezoid, but he can take up a human form as such."

"That's so cool." Y/N smiled.

"Wanda can introduce the two of you if you want?" Nat asked her as Y/N nodded eagerly.

Ever since a young age, Y/N had a very inquisitive attitude. She enjoyed researching information as much as she could. She read history books, even her parents were amazed by her. Although now they wondered if she was even alive at this point.

"Nat, Y/N." Wanda smiled as she spotted the two approach them.

"Y/N wanted to meet Vision." Nat told her as she bumped Y/N's shoulder.

"You're kind of like a robot." Y/N stated as Vision nodded and both Wanda and Nat chuckled at her. "That is so cool. Do you know RoboCop was my favourite movie as a kid." The three listened as she rambled. "What gives you power? Do you have a charging port or some other source?"

"I have the power of the stone." He informed her as he showed her her true form. "It was the stone which gave Wanda her powers." Y/N looked between the two of them.

"So that's where your connection stems from." Y/N whispered as Vision nodded.

"I also do believe it evolves with every passing moment, but I do wish to understand its capabilities." Vision told them as he lightly touched the stone. "I have also learned about your abilities to phase into a wolf. Is that just a full moon thing or any time?"

"Any time." Y/N told him honestly. "Mutts are the ones who change every full moon."

"Mutt?" He questioned.

"I am pure blood, come from a long line of the Selene clan." Y/N informed him as they walked side by side. "But mutts are created when a pure blood mates with a human and then their offspring mates with another human, so on and so forth."

"Thank you for clarifying that information." He told her as she nodded, the two carried on conversing as Wanda and Nat watched as they walked behind them.

"It's like there are two of them." Wanda whispered as Nat nodded.

"I didn't know she was clever like that." Nat told Wanda. "I thought she was with Hydra since she was a kid."

"I was 12 when they took me." Y/N corrected the two. "I can also hear you, even if you were in a different room."

"We have a lot to discuss about your abilities." Vision told her. "I actually find it all delightful."

"Thank you." Y/N told him. "Maybe we can talk more later if you would like to have a walk with me."

"That would be perfect." He told her before he waved goodbye to the three of them.

"He seems cool." Y/N stated as Nat and Wanda smiled at her.

"So now you have met Bruce, Steve and Vision." Nat stated. "That leaves Clint, Bucky, Sam, Peter and Tony."

"Can that wait for another day because I need to go to Bruce." Y/N told them. "He wanted another sample to study and I told him I would."

"Come on then." Nat told her as she linked arms with her.

"Let's go." Wanda said as she took the other arm.

"It's been over a decade Aaron." Trinity told him sadly. "She may be dead."

"No." He shook his head. "I refuse to believe that our daughter is dead. She is still out there. I can smell him out there and I know he knows where she is."

"What will you do if we find Ricard?" She questioned him. "He was the one who sold us out. It was because of him we had lost a lot of our family and friends. It was because of him we had lost our daughter too!"

"I will question him. Find our daughter and then I will make him feel the pain every one of the fallen had felt before they died. The pain every one of us has felt mourning them and the pain of looking for our child." He told her through gritted teeth. "I know she is alive. I feel it in my heart that she is alive."

Nat and Clint had left on their mission, what they had never told anyone was that it was to locate Y/N's family. Fury had told the others it was a simple recon mission on another potential Hydra base. Only Steve had known the truth because it was he who requested the help of Fury and SHIELD.

Meanwhile, Y/N had made a new friend in Vision, feeling like she can trust him with details of her species and her family history. What no one knew was that Tony had been working endless hours to create a serum to eradicate their species as Bruce was doing the opposite. He wanted to make sure that Y/N and her family would be safe from any harm that may come in the future.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

I'm From Brooklyn, Too ~ 162

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

I'M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,060ish

Summary: Y/N and Bucky begin talking again. The bracelets Y/N wears aren't her friends. (warning: seizure)

Notes: Make sure you read Out Of Time to fully understand this!

Previously on I’m From Brooklyn, Too…

The bracelets felt heavy on Y/N’s wrists, despite knowing they were lighter than most. Everyone had left after Y/N recorded an apology video. She hated that she had to do that, especially since she meant the threats she made to the false Captain America. Currently, it was dark outside. Morgan was asleep in bed, and Y/N sat on the porch, staring at the water. The peace was interrupted by her phone buzzing. She answered it before even looking at who was calling.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky’s voice rang out through the phone. “How are you?”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“You…”

“I know, I should have answered your calls months ago… I’m sorry.”

“Why now?”

“I, uh, I saw the interview… and the apology video.”

“You did? And?”

“And I’m on your side. Sam should be wielding the shield. Steve chose Sam.”

“Is that all?”

“No… I saw you… I saw your portal a few weeks ago.”

“I don’t know—“

“Don’t try to lie. I know what I saw… why were you there, Y/N?”

“Why do you think, Bucky?” Her tone was harsh and emotional.

“Y/N—“

“No. You don’t get to do this. You don’t have the right to call and ask me questions. You left. I needed you, and you left.”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah, kissing Tony was really needing me.”

“He was fake, Bucky! A figment of my imagination! I escaped Wanda’s false reality only for to have left! I find out my brother is dying, and you still weren’t there. You didn’t answer calls. You didn’t show up to the funeral… you left…”

“Y/N… I’m so sorry…”

“Honestly, Buck, I’m sorry too… For you and for me.” Y/N took a deep breath and looked up. “What the hell have our lives become?”

“Something neither of us could have ever imagined.”

“Never,” she shook her head.

“I’m going to talk to Sam tomorrow. I’m going to fix this.”

“I wish I could go with you, Buck. I’ve left Morgan too much and I’m basically on house arrest after what I did.”

“I know. I’ll keep you updated.”

“You will? You’re not going to disappear on me again?”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re going to have to prove it.”

“I know.”

Y/N sighed, her thoughts racing. “We need to sit down and have an actual conversation.”

“I know… once this is all over.”

“Promise?”

“Doll…” Y/N sucked in a breath at the nickname. “I promise.”

“Good night, Bucky.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

~~~

“So, he called,” Natasha stated as she sat at the kitchen island, coffee in hand.

“He did,” Y/N replied as she did the breakfast dishes.

“And?”

“And I don’t know, Nat. It went well… I guess.” Y/N sighed, turning around as she dried her hands. “It definitely could have gone worse.” She came and sat beside Natasha. “He’s going to talk to Sam today.”

“I hope those two can figure something out without being complete idiots.” Nat took a sip of her coffee. “How are the bracelets?”

“Fine… I’ve worn bracelets similar to this, you know? Way back when I was working on Coulson’s secret team, and my powers were just appearing.”

“What a lifetime ago.”

Y/N let out a light chuckle. “You’ve got that right… I’d forgotten how quiet is it when I don’t have my powers in here.” She tapped her head. “I haven’t even had them back for a year yet and I’ve already forgotten what it’s like without them.”

“That can be scary.”

“What’s scary is that I think everyone is right… I think they are controlling me.”

“You’ll get through this, Y/N, you always do.”

“But do I? Or does the next bad thing happen before I can fully get my mind around the last one?”

~~~

“Mommy, watch this!” Morgan shouted before doing a summersault.

“I’m watching!” Y/N smiled as she paused her exercises to watch her daughter.

The two of them were down in the training room. Y/N decided that picking up training again would help her get her mind off of things. Morgan asked to join and now it was a daily thing. Morgan completed her summersault through her giggles. Y/N smiled and clapped.

“Way to go, sweetheart!” Y/N cheered. Morgan ran over, and the duo gave each other double high-fives. “You’re getting so good at that, Morgan.”

“Auntie Nat has helped me practice!”

“I’m sure she has.”

“She said she was a spy.”

“She was.”

“She said that you were too.” Flashes of memory played before Y/N’s eyes. Morgan came over and tugged on Y/N’s arm. “Is that true, Mommy? Were you a spy?”

“Uh, well, I—“

“Y/N,” Natasha’s voice rang through the room. “We have a situation up here.”

“Morgan, why don’t you go play in your room while Mom tries to figure out what Aunt Natasha wants?”

“Okay!” Morgan nodded and quickly ran up the stairs.

Y/N followed behind her, but instead of heading up the next set of stairs, she met Natasha in the office.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked.

“Zemo has escaped prison,” Natasha stated.

“What? Why?”

“No idea.”

“Who would have—“ Y/N stopped herself. “I need to make a phone call.” She pulled out her phone and called the most recent number.

“Hello?” Bucky answered.

“What the hell did you do?”

“For the record, it was Sam as well.”

“That doesn’t make it any better! What could you possibly need with Zemo?”

“Sam found out that other super soldiers were being made, and we’re stopping it.”

“Super soldiers? There’s a serum out there?”

“It appears so.”

“Do you need help?”

“Not at the moment. I’ll let you know, though.”

“No, you won’t.”

Bucky ignored the jab. “I met John Walker.”

“Really? Did you take the shield from him?”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t get to… I hate him, Y/N.”

“Join the club.”

“Sam and I are handling this, okay? You have to trust us.”

“I was more trusting until Zemo became involved… At least let me send Natasha.”

“Not a chance. Someone has to stay with you.”

“He has a point,” Nat muttered.

“Fine. But any more stupid decisions, I need to hear straight from you. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky responded. “Got to go. Call you later.”

“This man is going to kill me,” Y/N mumbled as Bucky hung up.

“How many super soldiers do you think are out there?” Natasha asked.

“Who knows,” Y/N sighed. Her right hand went to her left bracelet. “I should be helping them.”

“You need to be here. Security is tight, but there’s basically an army out there wanting you kill you. It’s safer to be here. Bucky and Sam can handle themselves and whatever mess they’ve gotten themselves into. For Morgan’s stake, you need to stay here.”

~~~

Peter and Harley showed up the next day, saying that they were missing Morgan. Y/N knew that Pepper and Rhodey were behind the boys’ appearance, probably hoping that it would distract you from your current situation. Morgan was happy to see them, which in turn helped Y/N.

“Uh, Mrs. Stark?” Peter said, coming up to her one morning.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “How many times must I ask you to call me Y/N?”

“Sorry, uh, Y/N.”

“What’s up, Pete?”

“Could you—uh—could you train with me this morning? I’m trying to work on my strength and technique and I figured—“

“I’d love to Peter. Meet me down in the training rooms in 15.”

Peter hurried off and Natasha smiled at Y/N. “That will be good for the two of you,” she commented. “You need to work on your technique without your powers away.”

“I’ll pretend that wasn’t a jab at me.” Y/N stood up from the dining table. “When Morgan wakes, let me know. I promised that we’d paint this morning.”

“Will do.”

~~~

Peter was right on time and the two quickly began sparring. Y/N began to feel like something was off with herself but pushed it aside. She believed that it was just her body getting used to pushing itself without her powers. Y/N and Peter continued, with her giving tips throughout the spar. Slowly, Y/N began to feel tingly in some areas of her body and numb in others. She swayed slightly, causing Peter to stop his movements.

“Mrs—Y/N?” Peter called, but it sounded so far away. “Are you alright?”

“Pete…” She breathed out. “Get help…”

Suddenly, Y/N collapsed on the floor and begun seizing. Peter was quick to move next to her and make sure her airway could be cleared.

“FRIDAY!” Peter shouted. “Get Natasha!”

“I’m right here!” Natasha said as she appeared beside the two. “Harley has Morgan and FRIDAY has called for an ambulance.”

“What can we do?”

“We have to wait it out, make sure she can still breathe.”

“That’s it?”

“For now.”

~~~

Y/N could smell where she was before she even opened her eyes. It smelt too clean, like bleach. There was also a soft beep of nearby monitors and the feeling of a needle in her arm that led Y/N to know where she was. Opening her eyes, she had to blink a few times before she was able to focus. The hospital room was big, probably because they knew who she was, and Natasha was the only other person there, sitting on a chair beside her.

“The seizure had to have been bad if I’m at the hospital,” Y/N rasped, pulling Natasha’s attention from her tablet.

Natasha reached over and grabbed a cup of water, handing it to Y/N. “The worst I’ve seen you have for a few years now,” she responded.

"Where are the kids?”

“Pepper and Happy have Morgan. May came and grabbed Peter and Harley.”

“Did Pete see everything?”

“He did, but he did good. Stayed by your side the whole ride to the hospital while I took care of Morgan and Harley.”

Y/N stared at the ceiling. “He shouldn’t have to see me like that.”

Natasha sighed. “I know… Rhodey is on his way.”

“The President shouldn’t be bothered by a simple seizure.”

“It’s not that simple, Y/N.”

“Natasha is right,” Rhodey said, entering the room. “It’s not that simple.”

“Sorry to pull you from your duties, Mr. President,” Y/N smiled, trying to joke.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “you’re family. You, Morgan, Natasha, the whole Team, are my duty to care for.”

“Now you’re sounding like Tony.”

“Maybe because someone needs to be right now.”

“What’s going on?”

“The reason for your seizure.”

“I know the reason for my seizure and I’m honestly surprised I didn’t have one the moment these bracelets were put on me.”

“The doctor told me that if your seizures continue to be like this and if they come on more frequently, you could have severe consequences,” Natasha stated.

“We need to decide if the seizures are worth keeping the bracelets on you,” Rhodey said. “I think that we need to consider keeping them on you and Nat—“

“I think they come off today. Powers can be controlled. We can’t afford Morgan losing another parent when she doesn’t have to.”

“Y/N’s powers are different, we all know that. That’s why the bracelets were made and why we brought them up.”

“They are just as dangerous as her powers! Do you really want Morgan to lose her mother too?”

“Of course I don’t! But we have to think about—“

“Enough!” Y/N shouted. Rhodey and Natasha quickly quieted down and looked over at Y/N. “This is not your choice. It is mine and mine alone.”

“You know it’s not that simple.”

“As do you, Rhodey… I need some time alone. I need to think.”

“We can give you that time,” Natasha said. She reached over and squeezed Y/N’s hand before standing up and guiding Rhodey out of the room.

With a sigh, Y/N reached over and took her phone from the side table. She quickly pressed a recent number and waited for a response.

“Y/N, I know that I promised to call. I’m sorry. But right now—“

“Bucky,” tears were collecting in her eyes, “I need you.”

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[de-facto-slut]

° Our Little Secret °

( Dark! Steve Rogers X Female Reader )

A/N: I was suddenly hit with this idea like a ton of bricks. It’s a little rough and hasn’t been proofread but enjoy.

Summary: Captain America tags along on a work trip.

Warning ⚠️: Minors DNI. 18+ . Nonconsensual, Dubious Consent, very public sex, humiliation, degradation, Chikan, Oral male receiving, somnophilia, NSFW,  this is not an exhaustive list.

Did you read the warnings? Proceed. . .

It was a long and exhausting week at Avengers HQ. Honestly, every week was a hard one. Most of the time some of the stuff you dealt with seemed beyond the scope of your degree. This was not a job for the faint of heart, from alien invasions to near-apocalyptic events. You found yourself working long days and even longer nights cleaning up after these heroes. Luckily, Tony was kind enough to reward all the staff in the administrative and business departments with a trip to a ski resort on Whiteface Mountain in Wilmington, New York. At first, you didn’t even want to go, you would have been fine with a weekend at home. A chance to catch up on cleaning, chores, and errands you had neglected for work. 

Yet, there you were standing outside Avengers HQ with your packed bags among your excited co-workers. Your friends had convinced you to go after you shared the details of the trip with them. Their logic was sound. You could not skip an all-inclusive trip on Mr. Stark's bill. 

There was a long row of charter buses lined up on the street before you. You eventually made your way over to a line as you watched your colleagues hand over their bags before loading the bus and you eventually followed suit. You thanked the driver before getting on the bus to find a seat. Fortunately for you, you managed to get on the bus early so you had a chance to pick the optimal seat, and for you, that was the back.  You made your way to the second to last row and chose the seat by the left side window.                                                                                                                                                          

 As the bus began to load, you turned on your earbuds and placed them in your ear hoping to catch up on some sleep on the four-hour drive upstate. Once your music began to play, you sank into your seat and closed your eyes waiting for sleep to take you. It hadn’t been more than two minutes before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You opened one of your eyes and both of them widened in surprise before you immediately removed your headphones.

“Cap-Captain? What are you doing here?” You were embarrassed at how you choked on your words, but he didn’t seem to take notice. You have seen him enough times to know what he looked like, even in a plain sweater and a baseball cap.

“Please, it’s just Steve. I thought it would be good if I tagged along. Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No! Go ahead!” You replied as you moved your things from the seat beside you and placed them between your legs. He promptly took a seat and looked around the bus. Everyone else seemed to be just as surprised as you were. This wasn’t your first time meeting Steve Rogers. You had run into him often in the elevator, you normally would carry on short polite conversations. But nothing noteworthy he’d remember. You hardly ran into any of the other Avengers despite working in the same building. You just handled the paperwork they often neglected or didn’t care to think about.

But, of all the things you would never expect, you would have never expected to see the Captain tagging along on a work trip. Ever since you started this job there was a clear division, the little guys and the big guys. And the Big guys had a Quinjet to get to and from, Steve didn’t need to ride a charter bus. Not to mention none of the actual Avengers members went on work trips or participated in most work events. 

You shifted in your seat, you never realized just how big he was until now. His body looked massive in the bus seats. They weren’t built for men like him.

“ Am I taking up your space?” he asked a look of concern on his face. 

You shook your head, “ No, you’re fine.” you lied.

“Good to hear. Sorry, I decided to join the trip last minute and didn’t think they would have any seats left,” he admitted. 

You looked slightly confused, and your lips moved faster than you could stop them, “ Why did you?” you suddenly kicking yourself with how the question came out. “ Sorry I-”

He cut you off with a chuckle, “ I miss the simple things like bus rides and getting to know people. I get to travel the world but never get to see it or enjoy it, you know?”

You nodded, “ Yeah, I think I get it.”

“Besides, you guys keep us running, so why not spend quality time together with the ‘whole team’,’” he added, leaning back into the chair in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“I figured you guys would be too busy to consider the whole team,”

“Yeah, now the team has expanded; I can afford a few days to myself.” He explained.

“And you want to spend them on a work trip with ‘team’ members you’ve never met?”

“Well, you’re a friendly face, Y/N, was it?” he asked.

You’re eyes widened slightly as you flashed him a shy smile. “ Oh, so you remember me?”

You had told him your name once in passing.

“ The Elevator. Floor 15.” 

“ Wow, that’s an impressive memory,” you said, genuinely surprised.

“I never forget a friendly face,” he stated.

You replied with a smile. It did make you feel warm inside to be noticed by The Steve Rogers. So many people would sell their souls just to be seen by an Avenger, and there you were, boring office worker, and he remembered you. 

“Oh! by the way, how did that date go?” he suddenly asked.

“Date?” You asked. 

You were confused for a moment before you suddenly remembered.

It had been a day when you knew you’d leave the office late, and you had scheduled a date for that day—poor planning on your part. A guy, Nathaniel, who you had been chatting with for months and finally had the courage to meet. You had to rush and get changed in the ladies’ room that night. When you had gotten to the elevator, you were surprised to be greeted by Steve. You had never seen him leaving the office so late. He was a true gentleman that night. You made small talk. He complimented your appearance and wished you luck. Steve even insisted on walking you to your car, since it was late and claimed that parking garages were no place for a lady at night.

“Oh, that date. It didn’t go so well. He...uh...never showed.” you explained, slightly embarrassed. 

Steve’s face was unreadable for a moment, and you could swear that you saw something flash behind his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it was there.

“ I’m sorry to hear that. The guy doesn’t know what he missed out on. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” he mentioned sympathetically. 

You shrugged your shoulders before giving a soft nod, “ You’re right. Thank you,” You smiled, “It’s just that dating is hard these days. Not everyone is Captain America-” you quickly stopped yourself. “ I mean, not everyone shares your values,” you corrected.

He smiled, “ Ah yes, I’m America’s golden boy. Can’t top that.” he joked. “ Honestly, I don’t know how you guys do it these days with all those dating apps.”

You made an exaggerated disgusted face, and he laughed.

“ Yeah, it isn’t ideal, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about the perils of dating in the 21st century.”

He raised a curious eyebrow, “ What do you mean?”

“I’m sure women throw themselves at you.” He was handsome; there was no denying that, and there was no way he wasn’t aware of that fact.

He chuckled before shaking his head, “ Surprisingly, that makes things even more difficult. I can’t tell who is generally interested in Steve, not Captain America.”

You tilted your head slightly and poked your tongue into your cheek “ Yeah, I guess I didn’t consider that angle,”

He shrugged and leaned back into his chair, “ Most people don’t.” He glanced down at the headphones in your hand. “ Oh, but don’t let me keep you from enjoying the ride.”

You followed his eyes to your hands and quickly tucked the earbuds away in your pocket, “ No! That’s okay! I just wasn’t expecting a seat buddy for the ride, let alone one I could talk to.” 

Steve smiled at your comment and softly nodded his head in response. When would they be another opportunity to talk to an Avenger? Let alone the ‘Captain America’.

“ Well, feel free to let me know when you’ve had enough of me...”

“Oh no, I don’t think that’ll happen.”

⚠️

You made it through the first half of the ride talking about all sorts of things with Steve. He told you about his adventures and missions over the years and you listened intently. You preferred when he talked because your life sounded dull in comparison. He didn’t talk about his feats like someone who just wanted to brag, he was actually quite humble and down to earth.

Before you knew it, the buses had stopped at a rest area to allow passengers the chance to stretch and use the bathroom. The sun was setting now, as you stood outside in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, New York with your arms wrapped around yourself to protect from the cold. Honestly, any place outside the city seemed like the middle of nowhere to you. The moment you and Steve got off the bus, he was bombarded by the other employees asking him questions. They kept him busy by asking for pictures to autographs or trying to get stories out of him. You left him to his fans as you made yourself busy. You checked your phone as you stretched your legs while walking around the rest area.

Eventually, you made your way back to your bus. You were about to climb back on when you heard your name being called, “ Y/N!”

You turned to see Steve approaching you with two steaming cups in his hands.

“ I thought you could use a pick-me-up to make it through the remainder of the ride,” he lifted the cup offering it to you.

“ Oh, thank you, that’s very thoughtful. sadly, I can’t drink coffee,”

“It’s tea,” he replied.

Your eyes widened in surprise, “ In that case thank you, I love a good tea.”

Steve simply nodded and smiled in response. “You’re welcome. Ready for the rest of the journey? Hope I haven’t been boring you.”

“ No, not at all! Your stories are the stuff of movies,” you joked as you climbed back onto the bus. You both took your seats as you opened the lid of the tea and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

“ Mmm...that’s good,” you complimented as you settled back into your seat.

“ Glad you think so, I was hoping I didn’t overdo it with the honey,”

“No, I’m actually guilty of  using a lot of honey in my tea.”

“I’m glad I nailed the taste,”

You were appreciative of him and his presence on the bus. It was so easy to talk to him about anything, something you didn’t expect. Not only that, but he was attentive to whatever you said. The conversation flowed easily between you two. He kept you entertained with his endless stories and jokes. That’s why you were surprised when the first yawn came.

“Oh, I’m sorry I think my lack of sleep is catching up to me,”

“It’s okay, I know everyone has been working overtime...” he said gently placing a hand on your knee. “ Feel free to sleep the rest of the trip, I won’t bore you with my stories,”

“You weren’t, I wanted to hear more,” you replied, you hadn’t immediately noticed his hand still on your knee.  His thumb was drawing circles on your skin. Normally you would have moved your knee away or politely bring attention to the invasion of space. But, for some reason, you could not formulate the words. It was as if the act itself was paralyzing you. You finally moved your hand atop of his to gently move it away, but instead, it stayed there.

“Steve...”

“Hm?” He hummed unconcerned.

“I don’t feel too well...” your mumbling was hardly coherent.

“ Shh, it’s okay....here,” he whispered. His hands moved from your knees to your thighs, but you could barely register what was happening.

 “ Just relax...” was the last thing you heard before feeling like you were being submerged in water.

⚠️

When you eventually came to your head felt full of buzzing bees. You weren’t sure when or for how long you were asleep. However, you could feel the slight jostle of the bus as it was still in motion. You blinked a few times your vision still blurry as your head swayed. You attempted to bring your hand up to cradle your head, but your arms were way too heavy. You tried to call for Steve, but when you swallowed your mouth was too dry to manage more than a pitiful groan. 

“There she is...” you heard Steve whisper in a low tone. “ I was worried for a second, maybe the tea was too much.” 

“ T-tea?” you finally managed to get out the words feeling like sandpaper against your tongue. What was he talking about?  You blinked a few times, your vision cleared, and you noticed Steve leaning over you.

“It was just a little something to get you to relax,”

Your eyes followed his arm as he reached between your legs. Your eyes widened at the fact that your leggings were pooled at your ankles exposing your cotton panties. How had you not noticed? You tried to close your thighs together and reached for his arm in an attempt to stop him, but your grip was weak and he simply shrugged you off, forcing your legs wider.

“S-steve Stop!” You tried to scoot further from him and against the window.

 He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back toward him and quickly covered your mouth, “Shhh...” he whispered a smirk slowly appearing on his face as he pointed to the rest of the bus.  Confident in his threat he removed his hand from your mouth.

 “ You always were so quiet. Standing in the back of the elevator hoping not to be noticed. Oh, but I noticed you, those tight little skirts you wear, the way you bite your lips when you were thinking too hard.” he replied in a low voice careful that any of the other passengers wouldn’t hear him. “ I was going to wait until we got to the resort but...you just made it hard,”  His hand made his way back in between your thighs where his thumb began to circle the swell of your clit through your panties. You could feel the wetness that had already formed while you were passed out.

Steve dipped his head into the crook of your neck and peppered kisses on your skin. His tongue glided against your skin as you tried to push him off of you, but he felt as if he weighed a ton. You were weakened by whatever he gave you plus he was Captain America, a god among men. You can hear him as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell for help. But you also didn’t want the attention, just as he threatened.

"Steve Please-" you begin but he quickly covered your mouth. " Sweetheart, there will be plenty of time for begging," he cooed as he managed to free himself from his jeans.

Before you could think he grabbed a fistful of your hair as he sat back into his seat pulling you down towards his lap where his cock poked through the zipper of his jeans.

"In your mouth." He slapped the side of your cheek lightly, but you did not move immediately. Instead, your eyes were focused on the seat across the aisle with your sleeping colleague in it. You had a hard time coming to terms with what was happening. "Sweetheart, I don't like repeating myself." 

Tears sprang to your eyes but you knew it would be better to just comply.  Maybe if you did what he wanted it would be over quicker. You wet your plump lips before taking him in. The taste of him evaded your mouth, his precum coating your tongue. Head thrown back, he released a low grunt, "Atta girl."

The grip on your hair was tighter, as he moved your up and down his cock. You took him down your throat best you could as he held you there. Your spit pooled at the base of his length as you tapped him to let you up for air. "Ah, fuck you're good at this," he complimented before forcing you down again. “ You could quit your job and become my personal cock sucking slut.” Closing your eyes you did your best to tune everything out and just focus on the task at hand. Maybe the quicker he finished the quicker this would be over.

Before you could totally focus on blocking everything out he suddenly yanked you off of him causing you to yelp. “ Uh uh, not yet,” he pulled you onto his lap and made quick work of your leggings. He placed his hands on inside your thighs spreading them. He slowly began to grind himself against the flimsy wet cotton that kept him from your entrance. “ I can’t tell you how long I have waited for this. All the different places I thought about taking you...yet surprisingly a bus was not one of them,” 

He lifted you slightly pulling your panties to the side and reaching under you to take his cock into his hand. He pumped it once before sliding it against your wet lips. He moved his hands to your hips as he moved against you. His fingers dug into your hips, his grip capable of leaving bruises. It was as if he wanted to snap you in half, but instead of crushing you, which he could have easily done, he aligned himself with your entrance and thrusted upwards impaling you. He released a deep groan.

His entry burned and stretched your walls as you weren't completely ready to receive him. You released a pained groan and Steve immediately moved to cover your mouth. "You don't want  everyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are... do you?"

You immediately felt panicked as you looked around the bus, everyone either sleeping or consumed by whatever media they entertained themselves with. Steve's hand left your mouth traveling to your neck where he tightened his hold on you. He pushed you back into him so that your back was flush with his chest.  You could hear him breathe as his lips were against your ear. His hips were still as if he were giving you a moment to adjust to his size. 

"Please- please let me go...I won't tell anyone..." you begged. "Oh, I know you won't." He replied. "Who is going to believe you? I'm America's Golden Boy." He gave a sharp thrust of his hip and you released a silent sob. He began to move slowly, not out of comfort for you, but not to draw attention to the both of you. 

He released a hiss, " Fuck Sweetheart, I knew your pussy would be the perfect fit." He slowly thrust into you, moving his hands under your thighs to lift your legs. If anyone were to turn around your pussy was completely exposed to them. You buried your face in your hands, as they grew wet from your tears. "Aw, you're crying. Don't cry."  He shushed you with gentle kisses on your cheek and neck. His kisses were a stark contrast to the brutal way he was handling your body.

"Don't act like you don't like it, you want this," he cooed into your ear. 

"No, Please it hurts." He gripped your chin tightly in his large hand, turning your head to face him. " Oh yeah? Then why the fuck are you drenching my cock?" He moved his fingers up his shaft gathering the wetness onto his fingers. He brought them up to your eyes to see. " See that? See how you’re reacting to me? I can feel you squeezing my cock " He brought his fingers to your lips and you immediately turned your head away from him.

"Clean them up." He ordered. But you still refused to look in his direction. You heard his tongue click and he released your hips before pressing his fingers to your lips while his other hand held your jaw aggressively. The pressure caused you to loosen your jaw for relief and he stuck his fingers right in. You feared he would actually snap your jaw, as you knew him to be capable of. You hesitated but moved your tongue to lap your essence from his fingers. " That's my good girl." He groaned into your ear. And he resumed his slow pace of thrusting into you.

" I won't have to hurt if you just comply. I can make you feel better than Nathaniel could ever."

Nathaniel. That was the man you were supposed to meet on the date that one night you stood up. How did he know his name? You never mentioned his name before. “ H-how?” you managed to ask despite his fingers in your mouth.

“ Like I said sweetheart, I wanted this for a long time. I wasn’t going to let some nobody take what is mine.”  Steve slowed taking slow deliberate strokes inside of you. His cock repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. One of his hands lifted your sweater exposing your breasts as he took a nipple between his fingers. As much as you hated the thought, his fingers were skilled at torturing you. You involuntarily released a moan.

“ That’s it, sweetheart. No need to fight it,” 

Your mind was reeling and it was hard to think about anything other than how he was making you feel. Against your wishes, your body reacted in favor of Steve’s ministrations. He squeezed your hips again and his thrusts become harder, “ Fuck! The way your pussy is gripping my cock...”  Breath hitching you grip the seat in front of you, and you can feel yourself unraveling. A spring within you threatening to pop. Steve’s hands leave your nipple and grab a fistful of hair turning your head to face him and you try not to meet his eyes. “ Look at me when you drench my cock in your cum.” And reluctantly your eyes meet his.

He slams himself into you again lifting your leg to rest on the seat’s armrest. You can’t help but shake, sinking your nails into his thigh as your head pounds. Your pussy clenches down on his cock tightly and you try to muffle your moan into his shoulder. “ That’s a good girl...” Your vision goes white yet you still feel him burying himself deep inside of you. His thrusts are slow as he comes inside of you. He makes sure to bury himself inside of you as he continues to fill you. 

He lets out a relieved sigh as you you try to fight the urge to cry.  He pushes you off of him and you could feel his cum dripping onto your seat. You quickly pull your sweater down and reach for your leggings feeling utterly humiliated. He chuckles catching your attention as he looks past you and out of the window.

“Would you look at that? We are already here and that means I have a whole weekend to break you in.”

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 15

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 1844

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

A/N: My laptop broke last week and updates will be very sporadic until I get it back.  Sorry about that.

Chapter 15

Melody tapped her pen on the desk in front of her as she waited for everything to be set up properly.  The website was launching this week and they wanted to do it with a big name.  So she had pulled the strings she didn’t want to pull to get one.  They had their idea for their light, silly interview segments, and they were starting with one of the biggest names there were; Tony Stark.

It had been a long time since she met the self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist at the party where Steve had first confessed he was interested in her.  Back then she was just the woman interviewing Captain America, and while all Steve’s friends had been more than friendly, she was just a journalist back then, and the small amount she had spoken to anyone other than Steve, Bucky, or Sam, they had been on guard and performing for her.

Since then, Steve hadn’t invited her around to socialize with the rest of his friends.  Of course, she knew Bucky and Sam well, but the rest not so much.  On occasion, she might see one of them in the hall or the lobby when she slept over, but no other social occasions had brought them together.  Not that she particularly expected there to be, but it did mean that to get Tony she had gone through his PR people, dropping names in a way that made her feel a little dirty.  She hoped that this and the Spider-Man interview coming up would entice more celebrities to say yes.  She had other famous names she’d interviewed and created connections with thanks to the DB, but with this new site, it was hard for the bigger names to want to take the risk of being first.

She was grateful that Tony agreed to do it, but she worried that it was going to flop and not only would no one else agree to do any of these interviews, but Tony Stark would end up looking at her as the person who had publicly humiliated him, which would, in turn, would make things awkward with her and Steve.

She scribbled down a note to herself about trying to find a way to make Steve feel particularly cherished.  She didn’t want him to ever think she was with him because of who he knew.

As she was writing the huge double doors at the end of the tiny studio opened and Norah Winters came marching into the room like a woman on a mission.  She pulled up by the desk and flipped her blonde hair behind her head.  “Heard you used some nepotism to pull Tony Stark,” she said. “You realize this is why Jameson chose you for this job, don’t you?  You’re not a real journalist, you just sleep with people to get exclusives.”

Melody closed her notebook and blinked up at her.  “Thank you for your valuable input, Norah.  You are indeed a fantastic investigative journalist.  I’ll nominate you for a Pulitzer.  Woman running a fluff website pulled strings to get good guests.  News at seven.”

She rolled her eyes and went to take the notebook off the table.  Melody grabbed it before she could and tucked it into her pocket.  “You’re seriously happy with Jameson just using you like this?”

“Norah, I really don’t know what your problem is,” Melody said.  “I know you love to count the hits on your articles, but I also know you’re a real journalist.  A sleazy one, sure, but you do investigate things.  I’m not.  I never have been.  I write fluff pieces and now I produce silly online content to appeal to people who don’t read the news.  Every YouTuber on the planet calls in favors from their friends.  I don’t know what coming in here trying to call me out on that means anything to you.”

Norah rolled her eyes.  “We used to be a serious paper.”

“That’s not true,” Melody snarked.  “You were a tabloid at best.  I think what you’re annoyed about is you’re not the one getting all the attention anymore.  Go start a gossip blog if it bothers you that much.  Make up some stuff.”

“I don’t make things up,” she snapped.

“Oh no… you bend the truth to fit your narrative.  There’s a reason the Avengers don’t agree to interviews with you.”

“The Avengers are …”

“Oh yes?  What are we, dear?  I’d love to hear it.”

Both Norah and Melody whipped around to see Tony Stark enter the room.  He was with a small entourage of his own people as well as one of the interns and Bobbi.

“Mister Stark,” Melody said, getting up and coming over to him, holding out her hand to greet him.

“Ms Danes,” he said, taking her hand.  Rather than shake it though, he drew her in close and kissed her cheek.  “You look as ravishing as when I last saw you.”

“I really hope that’s not true,” Melody said.  “I was aiming at ravishing last time.  Now I’m going for professional.”

Tony laughed and turned his attention back to Norah.  “You were saying, Ms Winters?”

“I was saying that I have better places to be.  Good to see you, Mister Stark,” she said with a nod, quickly hurrying out of the room.

Tony laughed.  “She normally has much more fight than that,” he said.

Melody laughed and shook her head.  “I think she’s jealous I got the promotion,” she said and gestured for Tony to sit.  “Thank you so much for agreeing to do this for me, Tony.”

“Not a problem.  I have to admit, I was excited to get a chance to see you again.  I know you and Cap are getting serious and I’m getting a little offended he’s been keeping you away from me,” he said.  “So what’s the premise?  I’m eating things while I answer questions?”

“We have some recipes that were featured in Magazines from the year you were born and you and Bobbi will try them together.  Some are a little suspect, but we made sure there’s nothing there on your no-go list,” Melody explained.  “The questions are light.  It’s just supposed to be silly and fun.  You can answer truthfully or go for the joke, whatever you want.”

“As long as no one hands me anything, it’ll be fine,” he said.  “Bobbi and I will have a great time.  I know how disgusting 70s food can be.”

“That’s good,” Melody said.  “You won’t be disappointed.”

Tony laughed hard and got comfortable in his chair while Bobbi took the opposite him.  She ran through her intro easily.  Melody wasn’t surprised, Bobbi was so excited about this job she’d been practicing her lines constantly at home.  Sometimes Melody had heard her repeating them over and over in the shower.

When she was done explaining the premise and introducing Tony, Melody brought over the first dish, putting it on the desk beside them, so that Bobbi could slide it into view of the camera.

“And what is this delightful-looking ring of green jello?” Tony asked.

“This is a Guacamole mold,” Bobbi said, raising her eyebrow.

“Good lord, what did Mexican cuisine ever do to you?” Tony teased as he pushed the plate back and forth, making the ring giggle around the green leaf salad that it surrounded.

“I think it might be illegal for me to eat this,” Bobbi joked.

She cut them each a slice and put it on a cracker and the two toasted each other before taking a bite.  “Wow, that’s rank,” Tony said, covering his mouth as he spoke.  Bobbi broke down into laughter as she tried to swallow the food in her mouth.

“See I knew there would be jello, but I was not expecting avocado,” Tony said as he swallowed.

“Does it bring back childhood memories?” Bobbi asked.

Tony laughed and shook his head.  “I was pretty young during the era of putting everything in gelatin, but I also think that was more of a middle-class thing.  I mostly remember fondue and oysters Kilpatrick from the one or two parties I got to go to when I was just a little kid.”

Melody put another dish on the desk and took the guacamole ring away.  Bobbi moved it in front of her.

“Jesus Christ, what is that?” Tony cursed as he looked at the gelatin ‘salad’ filled with pimento and shredded red cabbage.  “It looks like a brain.”

“Well from the looks of it we’re sticking to the middle-class party food,” Bobbi answered.  “This is Rosy Perfection Salad.”

Tony started laughing.  “Oh yes, complete perfection.”

The interview continued with them sampling foods such as; Salmon crisp crumble, a dish resembling a cottage pie using salmon instead of lamb and potato chips instead of mash; Creamed Liver Loaf, a dish that sat somewhere on the chart between meatloaf and pate and was made with livers and wrapped in bacon; Celebration Basket, a basket made of baked meringue filled with fruit that both agreed was pretty tasty; Celebration Sandwich, a large multi-layered sandwich, cut to look like a cake and covered in cream cheese and sliced olives; and one more ‘salad’ that consisted of puréed corned beef in gelatin.  Tony and Bobbi spoke easily like two old friends, and Tony opened up about his childhood, and what it was like becoming Iron Man all those years ago.  His openness was completely unexpected, and Melody was impressed with how at ease Bobbi made Tony feel.

When it was all finished Tony stood and offered Bobbi his hand.  “That was so much fun,” he said.  “Thank you.”

“No thank you,” she said.  “This was my first time doing anything like that, I think my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I was so nervous at the start.”

“Oh you were great,” Tony said.  “You’re a complete natural.”

He turned to Melody and offered her his hand too.  Melody shook it with a smile.  “Thanks, Tony.  I owe you one.”

“It was nothing, really,” he said.  “Though I do need to go eat something to wash the taste of Post McCarthyism out of my mouth.”

Melody snorted. “I am sure we have soda or coffee around here somewhere,” she said.

He waved her away. “It’s fine.  I’ll stop at Burger King on the way out.  But you two should come around to the tower for dinner sometime.  It’s about time the team met Cap and Freezer Burns’ new Bae.  Is bae the word everyone is using now?”

“It is not,” Bobbi said.  “And did you just call him freezer burn?”

Tony smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.  “If the cryogenic unit fits… So shall we say Friday?  The Tower?  Seven-thirty?”

“Sounds good,” Melody said laughing.  “We’ll see you then.”

They watched Tony leave with his entourage and Bobbi turned to Melody.  “Well, that’s going to be interesting.”

“Don’t worry,” Melody said.  “It’ll be just like meeting his parents.”

Bobbi laughed and nudged her.  “Wow, that makes it way better.  Thanks for that.”

// NEXT

[scottxlogan]

If you're taking prompts from the 'not a couple yet' list - how about Tony x Bucky with "Setting aside their plans to help out their love interest" ??

Thank you so much for the prompt challenge. I had a lot of fun with this one and doing a bingo square fill as well for the @winterironevents! It's up at the link below!

Getting it Right Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Idiots in Love, Awkward Flirting, Single Parent Tony Stark, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Friendship, Self-Esteem Issues, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Feelings, First Kiss, Crushes Summary:

The weekend trip with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Tony takes a turn when Pepper is called away on business leaving Tony on dad duty. As much as Tony's trying to do his best, he finds himself a bit overwhelmed when things aren't working out quite as he hoped for. It feels like a mess until Bucky steps in and offers a helping hand hoping to make life easier for the man he's been crushing on.

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret - Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

(Nsfw, omegaverse, unprotected p/v sex, pre-rut anger)

(I know it says my profile but I swear the link is to the fic masterlist. Idk what the problem is)

THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE BEFORE STEVE AND BUCKY BECOME MATES, but after That Time in Space.

THE OFFICE JOB - (Steve + Prism)

The mission was simple, Priz and Cap had to sweep the abandoned Hydra research base and bring back anything of interest. Bucky was needed on a mission with Tony - his fluent Russian being what got him roped into it-so Prism offered to go in his place.

She'd been hoping for Nat to be leading the mission, since the two often had great conversations and some laughs, and pouted a little upon hearing who her alpha for this mission was.

Prism laid on the bench in the back of the quinjet while Steve piloted it, having recently acquired a taste for it.

"So...what do you think we'll find?" she asked after a while, sprawled on her back with her face turned to look toward the cockpit.

"I don't know." He brushed her off. He'd been really cold recently, not just to Prism but everyone - even Bucky. Quick to anger and rash actions weren't usually part of the Captain America deal but lately they sure were part of the Steve Rogers deal.

Her silver eyes narrowed, glaring a hole into the back of his head with a small growl.

She could feel his irritation rising but chose to persist despite it, holding her glare that could curdle milk.

With an annoyed huff, the alpha whipped around in his chair ready to yell at her...but his breath caught when he turned to face her.

She lay on her back on the bench, leg by the wall on the top of the back rest, other one bent with her foot flat on the bench. Her long moonlight locks swirled in endless rivers of liquid silver, curling around her features perfectly despite her position because of her powers. Her lips were painted a deep red that made the steel in her eyes look harder, long dark lashes and winged eyeliner gave her a constant sultry look- even if she was giving him a look that could kill.

Her cheeks were naturally pink, a trait he ordinarily liked in a woman but in this moment he hated. His anger stopped growing but remained uncomfortably high, as evident by the sour, angry alpha pheromones he couldn't help but put out.

At last, they got to her and she looked away, ducking her head as he silently stormed over. She sat upright, heart beating loudly in her ears as he breathed heavily standing over her. She whimpered when his hand moved, making him pause before heavily dropping it onto her shoulder.

"I'm not in the mood for the attitude today. Just shut up and watch my back, okay?" he squeezed her painfully on 'okay' for emphasis.

Prism whined again, feeling her bone struggle under his grip. It lasted only a couple of seconds but the pain felt deep. "Yes, Captain."

He exhaled slowly, calming down then sighing. He ignored her flinch as he reached back out and softly rubbed her shoulder for a few seconds until it felt better, awkwardly standing straight up after.

"We land in ten." He turned on his heel and returned to the cockpit.

She began to worry, and requested that Jarvis tap Steve's watch for a body scan - explaining his odd behavior and how it had been escalating.

There was a feeling in her gut that something wasn't right with him.

The AI promised to do so, vowing to report back as soon as possible.

Cap watched the parameter while Prism used her magic to physically move the locking mechanism to open the door.

It slowly rolled open with a groan of protest, big enough for a car to drive through. Shield at the ready, the alpha immediately took point and headed inside first, looking around suspiciously.

She followed silently behind him as they soon entered the first office, of many. She pulled at a filing cabinet and growled in annoyance as it didn't budge.

Steve rolled his eyes but waved her off, grabbing the handle and delivering one sharp yank, breaking the seal and opening the drawer. He gave a cocky grin to the woman who rolled her eyes, hip bumping him aside to begin plucking files. "Thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome, I guess." He mocked, breaking into the desk drawer with the same move.

They splayed out the files and pulled out small square silver boxes with a circle on the side, like a mini camera.

But these cameras were Stark brand, military grade devices that could scan a stack of paper - as long as it was unobstructed- and upload their contents elsewhere.

A blue light came from the lens area as they worked, making their way through all the papers they could find. It was surprisingly quick work when you had nothing to talk about.

The more time they spent doing this, gradually going deeper and deeper into the base, the more irritated Steve seemed to get. He was paranoid and getting aggressive.

She tip toed around him and made an extra effort to stay out of his way and keep up, hair on end and alert. His pheromones darkened with his mood, almost feeling heavy when they hit her senses.

Prism wished she could just cuddle and talk with him to help him calm down but her survival instincts told her doing such would be too dangerous right now. Everytime he even glanced in her direction she flinched and cowered, unable to hide her omega response to this feeling of being in danger.

What she didn't know was he'd have snapped much sooner if she didn't react this way - eyes keen for the smallest sign of disrespect or dominance.

They hadn't run into any hostiles or traps but Cap progressively getting worse gave Prism plenty of stress. At this point, she'd have taken the hostiles if given the choice.

"Can't you just teleport us to the commanders office? He's probably got everything backed up somewhere." His voice was cold as ice as he scanned another paper stack.

"I'm afraid not, Captain. I can only teleport to places I'm familiar with and have been before." She replied shortly.

"....fucking useless..." he grumbled, turning away from her.

Her chest got tight as she had an omega response to his ire, trying to give him a wide berth to alleviate it and for her own safety.

At last, while they headed toward the next room her comms recieved a call not from Jarvis, but Bucky-who she believed to be busy on a mission of his own.

"Sup Buck?"

"Is Steve still with you?" he asked worridly while she followed the alpha in question into a department heads office.

"Yes. Why?"

He sighed, "Jarvis got his results back and thought it best to ask me...since I have the most experience with him."

The "beta" waited for him to elaborate.

"He shouldn't have gone on a mission right now. I told him it was coming but he insisted it could wait for one easy mission."

"What was coming? Spit it out." She eyed the blonde suspiciously, slowly working without looking to scan her files.

"He's going into rut, Priz. The serum makes us progressively more aggressive until we snap on someone...then try to vigorously fuck them for the next three or four days if they're hot."

"So anger is the first step...then..." her voice faded out, eyes wide.

"You've got to get away from him. But don't tell him you know about his incoming rut or it'll piss him off." He pauses, "or make a gesture and help him through his rut if you think you can handle him. He's a lot stronger than a normal alpha so...be sure if you decide to try him out."

She blinked, watching Steve grumble to himself while he ripped more drawers open. "You're okay with that? I thought you and Steve..."

"Sometimes on missions, and for ruts but he's not mine. Besides, we've slept together on missions too, Doll."

"That's different, we're betas and it was for the sake of the mission."

He chuckled, "Maybe in a way, but if you're asking me if I'm possessive of him the answer is no. He's welcome to do who and as he pleases, as am I."

He said that, but deep down knew if it was anyone other than Prism he'd be upset. For some reason, he approved of her.

"I'll think about it."

"Decide soon."

Feeling conflicted, she thought about how long it had been since she last went on a mission with either of the super soldiers, and how she'd noticed she'd been a little weaker than usual

She could only stave off her omega needs for so long. This seemed like a mutually beneficial circumstance- especially considering that if she refused him he'd likely attack her and chase her until his rut was over.

Prism had never been with an alpha during a rut, and she was glad she had the foresight to get an extra mini dose of suppressants before this mission. Hopefully, Steve would play off anything he picked up on as rut brain. If not, she'd have to do a little tidying up on his memory again.

After a moment of thought, she decided on her plan of action. Right now his pheromones were still reading as danger angry alpha, but according to Jarvis' scans and Bucky's personal experience, that would soon change to straight rut. It was difficult to try and relax around him in his current state, luckily she knew as soon as he accepted her their bodies would instinctively take care of the rest.

After a nervous gulp, she decided to just be direct. Small foot steps took her over to where he was scanning the titles of the books on the shelf, slowing slightly when he turned to look at her.

She stopped about two feet in front of him and barred her neck in submission to rein in his rage, butterflies in her stomach when he arched one brow skeptically.

The omega carefully let a tiny bit of her scent peak through, his nose twitched immediately and his gaze zeroed in on her like a predator.

He closed the distance, grabbing both of her shoulders to lock her in place while he buried his nose into her neck to get the most out of what slipped though.

"Mmm...You smell so good, Priz." His voice came out almost as a purr, soothing the panic in her mind.

"Let me help you with this, Steve."

Wrong thing to say.

He stood up straighter, eyes hardening again, "With what?" his voice was cold as death, making her cower a little but still deciding to go for the power move.

"With this," she boldly slid her hand over the crotch of his suit, pretending not to be surprised at how big and hard he was. "Can I help you with this, Alpha? Please? I'll be a good girl for you." she looked up with big eyes and watched his anger dissolve into pure lust as his angry pheromones changed to the intoxicating scent of his rut literally at her touch.

As soon as they did, her pupils dilated naturally to show the rutting alpha that she was interested. Now he would either violently attack her, or start fucking her into the wall.

He'd gotten her through her heat, not that he remembered it, so she was fairly confident he would accept her offer now but it was still a tense few seconds while he deliberated.

Luckily, he accepted her with a purr in his chest and grabbed her ass cheeks, letting her easily jump into his arms and wrap her legs around his muscular trunk.

His apple pie scent turned a little heavier and spicy as it took its rut form, adding cinnamon and clove to the intoxicating aroma. The omega wished she could bottle it and smell it forever-as was the intended, evolutionary purpose of the scent change.

To another alpha, he would stink.

He pinned her between himself and the wall while he dominated her mouth in a deep kiss, groaning into it as she grinded against him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

"I want you bare." He grunted, getting a whimper of approval as she used her magic to leave herself entirely exposed to the alpha who purred for her as his eyes flicked over her briefly before he fumbled with his suit for a moment.

He shoved her up the wall and immediately dove into her, making her take him all the way to the hilt. She gasped at the sudden full stretch and deep sting, subconsciously reaching down to touch the bulge in her belly.

She was glad she was an Omega and not a beta...if she were a beta that would have hurt a lot more.

Steve growled, "...fuck. Keep doing that."

She pushed a bit more firmly, leaving the other hand to brace on his shoulder while he lifted and dropped her like she was weightless.

The stinging stopped only a couple of thrusts in as her body gave in to the alpha. The blonde rammed her up the wall while she panted and moaned in his ear, coil in her quickly snapping as his release triggered hers.

Another benefit of being an omega.

Steve speared her fully, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to meet his eyes while a string of curse words that could make a sailor blush came from his lips, and several strings of cum painted her cervix.

When they relaxed for a moment, her still perched on his dick with her back against the wall, she couldn't help but instinctively respond to rutting alpha pheromones - pressing submissive kisses to his jaw while he kept his fingers on her throat.

She gave needy whimpers and tried to ride him, "Please...please alpha...I need it."

Steve smirked arrogantly as he watched her while she ground down against his pelvis, back arching as she purposely stretched herself on him to feel as full as possible.

His eyes kept flicking to the bulge in her belly he knew was his cock, the shape looked so big under her delicate little hand.

"Mmm...you smell so good..." he groaned in pleasure as she landed hard and rocked side to side a couple of times.

"So do you." She winked, eyes glossed over with lust.

A growl vibrated in his chest as he lifted her away from the wall to somewhat unceremoniously drop her on the desk, immediately pummeling back into her. They shared a groan as her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, "S-Steve...please...I want..."

He managed to slow his thrusts so she could think, flattered that she was already at a loss for words.

"Tell alpha what you need, Dove." His voice was lower than she'd ever heard, dripping with desire. He met her gaze steadily, pupils wide.

Her cheeks burned at the thought of asking Steve this but her need for reassurance and support was motivation enough. "I want you to kiss me." She rushed the words out, shy . "And..." she licked her lips nervously as she looked him in the eye, sliding up the desk a little and rocking back again as his rough hands gripped her broad hips. "H-hold my hands...sometimes." Her silver gaze shifted to look directly above her, just above his face.

"You can be so sweet when you're not being a bitch." He grinned at the glare she shot him before leaning down to grip her jaw and hold it still while he slotted his mouth over hers-swallowing her pants and moans.

The blonde purred for her like he would for an omega, surprising her with the tenderness of his kiss-as if he knew she really did need it.

"Sweet little Dove with a perfect pussy...you're so wet for me...such a good girl for alpha." He murmured against her lips, pausing to lightly drag his nose up to her forehead the pressed a kiss to before surprising her by flipping her over so she laid on her stomach.

He grabbed her hands and made her place them palm down on the wood, reinserting his member then covering one of her hands with his and lacing their fingers while he eagerly shoved into her again and again.

"Fuck..." she groaned, doing her best to fuck back, squeezing his fingers as her end drew nearer.

He beat her to it, supporting her belly with one hand, he lifted her lower half slightly for a better angle then abused her womb for a few more seconds, each rapid thrust sending her breath out in short bursts. He could feel himself through her, closing his fingers slightly on either side of the bulge so he was almost jacking off.

When gave one final push and froze, holding himself deeply rooted in her.

Prism moaned his name as they finished together, ignoring the prick of her fangs against her lower lip as he did the same.

Steve slid her so she was on her feet again, but bent over the desk. "...you're perfect..." his calloused hands slid up and down her back, then her sides- following the sharp indent of her waist then flaring back out. She preened with his praise, legs already jelly when he kicked them a part more and used one hand to brace himself on her hip- pushing deep into her heat again with a swear and more mumbled praise.

The alpha grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back, using one hand to grip them tightly. Each thrust pushed his thighs flush with her ass that bounced in recoil after each. "F-fill me with your cum, alpha. Please, please give me your cum." She strained a little to try and look back at him, eyes desperate.

He kept his slow and firm pace, a small smile on his handsome face as he met her eyes kindly despite his iron grip on her wrists.

"You beg so sweetly..." his hand slid off her hip to gently run his thumb up her jaw, leaving heat in it's wake. "Good girls get rewards, don't they?" his face contorted slightly as her body gave him a long squeeze, a small gasp falling from her lips as well as his.

The "beta" knew exactly the response he wanted, "Yes, Captain."

He gave a chortle, switching his pace to one that had her chest red from rubbing against the desk so much.

"Take my cum, Priz. Take it all." He growled just before his features twisted again and he burst, fucking her through her orgasm as well. He shallowly thrusted into her mostly just to see his cum covered dick drive in and out of her, and the result of filling her with multiple loads without letting her empty out.

Her stomach was visibly bloated, thick white cream poured from between her legs, painting her thighs and slowly sliding down her legs.

Both of them shuttered when he pulled out, both out of breath.

She knew alphas stamina was both higher, and lower during their rut. They came rather quickly, but had almost no refractory period. Prism didn't care if each round was short, because there would be many, many rounds and she was wired to orgasm from his cum so when he won...she won.

"We can't spend the rest of my rut here. We have to get back to the tower."

So you can find Bucky? She thought bitterly for a moment as jealousy hit her. Being exposed to his rut and so full of his cum made her omega brain possessive.

Priz rolled over and swore as she felt his cum moving inside, pouring over the edge of the desk as she sat up.

Cap smirked as he watched the display, ego inflating like her flooded womb. He stepped back to let her stand, having to catch her when her knees gave out.

"Don't wimp out on me now, Priz." He chuckled, eyes eagerly scanning her well fucked body.

"It's not my fault I can't walk."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Well, have a seat and keep your arms and legs around the alpha at all times cause we gotta go."

She giggled, making him smile as she perched on the desk and let him slip into her yet again, lifting her with ease and slowly starting to pump her up and down his length like a fleshlight.

The omega flicked her hands to put her super suit top back on, but instead of her pants a white skirt formed around her so allow for their...activities.

Since there were no hostiles or cameras on base, Steve carried her down the halls and back outside, using her to stroke himself with each step. Prism locked her jaw and rested her forehead on his shoulder, not bothered as it bounced a little with each step/thrust.

She tried to keep it down so he could focus and not get them lost. His face crinkled as he tried to hold back his next orgasm, now just about running toward the jet.

It opened for them upon arrival and he immediately took her to the back and laid her on the bench she was sprawled on on the way here, kneeling with one leg on it to push in three more times before filling her yet again.

He told the quinjets AI to set the course for base and the autopilot took over.

He took her several more times over the next few hours, bending her into positions she didn't know she could make.

Prism hoped he would keep her when other options became available upon their return- still bitter at the thought of him dumping her in favor of Bucky.

Luckily, he didn't. Naturally preferring Priz's omega scent over the beta.

The next three days were some of the best of her life.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello! I saw you do matchups and I was hoping I can get one of narnia & marvel if that’s okay with you ofc ! preferably male. im straight I have brown curly hair, I’m 5’3 , i have brown eyes I’m a plus size girly . I love to read and annotate my books during my free time. Im a cancer & Im lowkey a hopeless romantic, I’m kinda awkward and hella clumsy, ngl sometimes I’ll be slow like it takes me a min to process a joke 💀but my style is like soft grunge and my personality is infp. Ah yeah thank you!! ❤️

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For narnia, I ship you with:

Prince caspian⚔️

You and caspian were both a prince and princess.

You ruled over your half narnia when you met the pensive siblings.

You were quite a different princess, often reading books and standing out from the others in a unique way.

Many suitors liked your beauty, similar to Susan pensive.

You had feelings for capsian.

However at one point caspian never knew and kissed Susan.

But they weren't going anywhere and you confessed then caspian chose you.

After he proposes and you end up marrying while having a child with his hair and your eyes. They are the next in line of royalty.

For marvel I ship you with:

Captain America 🇺🇸

You were the clumsy secretary Working for Tony stark.

Often Tony was quite needy and he gave you so much paper work to do.

You bumped into Steve and he caught you, you blushed hard since your not used to people catching you like this.

Steve asked you out for coffee, he wanted to make it up to you for that mishap.

You agree quite amazed someone asked you after bumping into you.

You and Steve started seeing eachother more and more until he asked to date you.

He would save you many times and your first kiss was during the winter soilder.

After civil war he asked you to marry him, you had a child with your hair and his eyes. They became the next captain America.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Should Have Been A Dad (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Tons of swearing, death of parent, abandoment, neglect, verbal abuse and running away

ANGST 

Request: Soooo- Ok I wanna give you some freedom with this request. Ima let you chose the character and fandom... But if you don't wanna then a tony stark fic is fine (Im inserting tonys name btw you can change it as I said), anywho so just a fic where R doesn't have any family tony hates them but it turns out tony is there dad but tony only hates them because he doesn't wanna hurt them... preferably F reader…

You hated your life. It was easy enough to state, and everyone always tried to tell you ‘oh, hate’s a strong word, it can’t be that bad!’ and then you explain your situation to them, and they go silent. 

The main reason people probably think you were being a drama queen when it came to your situation probably revolved around the fact that you lived in the Avengers tower. Had your own room and everything, but your room was on a totally different floor from everyone else- in fact it was on a floor that Stark had mathematically figured out that people would be least likely to go to. You knew this. FRIDAY had told you.

That led you nicely to your other problem, loneliness. The tower was always bustling with people, but none of them with you. In fact it took an entire year for Captain America to find out you were there, and then when Black Widow and Hawkeye found out about you they presumed you were sneaking in and pulled a gun on you. They rarely came to see you, it usually being by accident, and since you were used to being alone, you struggled socially. 

It didn’t mean you didn’t try- you had a few friends in school, people who in some way related to your situation, whether that being ignored and neglected by their family, feeling hated and as an outsider, or even not having a family. You fit all of that- your mom had died about 2 years ago now, her family being uber religious and immediately refusing to take any responsibility for her ‘mistake’, and somehow, someway, Tony Stark ended up as your primary caregiver. What a joke. He did the bare minimum, providing shelter, food and an education, but that was it. There was no checking in to make sure you were okay, not even asking how your day was. In fact it was the opposite, he couldn’t stand you, he barely spoke to you, and when he did he insulted everything he could- your grades, you being behind on homework, your awkwardness- he even insulted you for being upset and struggling! 

You hated him. You despised him. He didn’t have to sign those papers but he did, and you wish he didn’t! You couldn’t wait to be old enough to buy your own car and drive far, far away from him and the hell he had put you through. However, maybe you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought…

One of your friends had suggested this plan to you a few months ago, really at the time it was just a fantasy plan of what you guys wanted to do: you and some of your other friends save up your money and buy a beaten up minivan that one of your friend’s neighbour’s had that they wanted to sell, throw the bare essentials in the back and just go. At the time you all laughed about it, saying how it was something doable back in the 70’s and 80’s, but not really now. However, with that thought in your head, you started saving money. You got a job after school and worked hard, even earning some bonusses, and it also meant you didn’t have to spend more time with Stark. Not long after getting a bonus, your friends also shared with you that they were doing the same. It was then one of your friends suggested a sleepover that weekend.

In that sleepover, you stayed up all night, planning. You plotted out how much this would actually cost to do- the cost of the van, the cost of gas for hundreds of miles, the cost of food, hotels, and ideas for ideal locations. One of your friends pointed you to a house that was in the family’s name though no one lived there a few states over in a small town where renting would be cheaper and job opportunities better, and the house was big enough for you all. Some of you even talked about who would share what rooms when you got there. You discussed what you’d need to bring, what you’d need to leave behind, and how much left you guys needed to save. After figuring out how long it would take you guys to reach that goal, you set a date: in 6 months, you’d pack your bags, and leave for good, leaving behind anything that held no sentimental value, and going to start anew with the only people who you really connected with anymore. 

That date was finally upon you. 

As you sat eating dinner alone, you couldn’t get off your phone. You had one suitcase packed, and you just needed to do the final bit tonight for your backpack, and then you could go. Your friend had bought the van and had cleaned it out and made sure everything was in running order with electricity and heating, and packed the back with pillows and blankets. Two of your friends were gonna have a sleepover with her, and you and one other were gonna meet up and walk the rest of the way at an agreed time. 

“What are you doing?” The voice immediately ruined your excitement as you put your phone in your pocket, looking up at Tony who was stood in the doorway. 

“...Having dinner.” You answered, looking down at your food, picking at it. You’d long learned that you shouldn’t give him information- he’ll use it against you. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” He asked, walking closer. 

“I quit.” 

“When?” 

“This morning.” 

“Why?”

“I’ve got my eye on another job and it’ll be better for me.” You responded bluntly, putting food into your mouth purely so you wouldn’t have to respond to him for a while. Tony came closer, sitting opposite you at the table, and he stared at you. You looked at him, chewing and swallowing. “What?” 

“Your grades are low.” 

“Oh not this shit again.” You groaned, leaning away from the table, turning away, though Tony grabbed your hand to keep you at the table. 

“We need to talk about this-” 

“No we don’t! I already know what you’re gonna say! ‘Y/N, you’re so lazy, get it together, Y/N, I know you’re stupid but can you atleast try, Y/N, you’re making me look bad, stop being so pathetic, try harder!’” You mimicked him, repeating genuine things he had said to you before pulling your hand away from his, getting up from your seat. 

“Y/N, please-” Tony got up, going to follow you when you turned around.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Tony! I hate you! You’ve made my life hell! When my mom died and her family called me a bastard and refused to love me, the last thing I needed was some rich asshole taking me in just to neglect and abuse me! I wish you’d just left me for dead, dropping me off in some group home! I’d be so much happier!” You snapped at him. Tony stood there, surprised by your outburst, but for you it felt so good to finally get it off your chest. The best part? You wouldn’t face repercussions, you’d be gone in a few hours. Everything you’d felt for so long, was finally coming out. Sure there was a flood of tears, but there was also a proud grin. “I can’t wait to get as far away as possible from you.”

“Y/N, that won’t be for a few more years, so how about we try starting anew, okay? Let’s try and patch things up.” Tony tried to calm you down, reaching to put a hand on your shoulder that you tore away and pushed him away. 

“I want nothing to do with you. I don’t want a thing to do with you. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want to even breath the same air as you, Tony.” You told him. “So go hang out with your little superhero friends who can stand you, because I can’t. Go on, now!” You told him, shooing him with your hand. Tony sighed defeated, pinching his nose, before turning to leave the room. He stopped in the doorway to turn to you, pointing to you. 

“We’re talking about this in the morning.” He stated before leaving. You grinned, turning and going to your room to finish packing your bag and asking your friend if they wanted to meet up earlier- they agreed. 

Tony arrived back on your floor in the early mornings, seeing your dinner from the night prior, cold and forgotten. He sighed, before going to your bedroom door, and knocking. “Y/N, it’s me. Look, we need to talk…” He said, waiting for a response, though he didn’t get one. He took a deep breath… let the barriers down… be honest… “There’s things I didn’t tell you, things I should have told you from the beginning…” 

“I don’t hate you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made those comments or made you feel so alone… I do care about you… it’s why I took you in when your mom died… I loved her… if she saw how I’ve treated you, she’d kill me… I’ve not been a good dad… I know I could have done tons better, there’s no excuse… but I want to do better. Please, just… one more chance.” 

He waited another moment for a response, for you to tell him to leave, for you to open the door, for anything, but nothing. He tried the handle, finding it unlocked and peaking his head in, expecting a book or lamp to be thrown at him, but nothing. He turned the lights on, immediately noticing the lack of a teenager in the room. He walked in closer, nothing your school backpack missing, but it was a weekend… then he saw the note. 

Tony,

I’ve gone to be happy with people who get me. We’re fine, we’ve planned this for months, we’ll be fine. Don’t look for me. If you care about me, leave me to be happy. 

Y/N. 

“FRIDAY call the cops, I need to report Y/N as missing. Now.” 

“Mr Stark-”

“NOW!” He demanded, checking to see what you had taken and what you had left, trying for the life of him to remember what you owned so he knew what to report was taken. He knew that since you’d ran away and had left a note saying so, and that you’d gone with friends that the cops wouldn’t take your case seriously- but he’d heard that a thousand times, always when talking about missing and dead kids who were found after finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people. Worst of all, he knew that if anything happened to you, it would be purely his fault. He drove you away, he made you despise life so much you were willing to just get in some car with friends and drive into the sunlight hoping for a better life. He had no idea where you planned to go, how far, he didn’t know who you had gone with, he didn’t know if the people you had gone with were genuine and would look out for you if something was to happen- what if you’d gotten mixed into the wrong crowd? It would explain your dropping grades… he should have tried harder a lot sooner, he should have been kinder… 

He should have been your dad. 

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[milliedazzledust]

In Loving Memory (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @missroro the reader is steve twin and she married to bucky after the blip, she had enough of the 'new captain america' thing shes really mad, so when walker and his friend start talking about joining forces she snap like she pull out a gun and pointing right at them, also sam ofc dont forget about sam. Sam trying to stop her while bucky "nah let her do her fun"

Words: 2021

Warning: !!TFATWS SPOILER!! without context - violence

A/N: wrote this today, it basically follows the events of ep3 of fatws but without context. I have a couple of exams this week so I won't be able to post until next saturday. Until then, enjoy

"You shouldn’t have gave him the shield"

Sam frowned, turning back to look at Bucky.

"I didn’t gave him the shield" He defended himself, making a point.

"Well, Steve definitely didn’t" Y/N ironically answered back.

He gave her a pointed stare. They had had this conversation countless times and Y/N never missed a chance to remind him of what she thought was a huge mistake.

"You are the reason this is happening, Sam. You chose to take on my brother’s legacy and threw it out the window"

The man didn’t reply and pursed his lips. He knew she didn’t mean any of her harsh words, she was angry and still mourning. If taking it out on him could make her feel better, he would let her.

"Y/N, stop" Bucky took a step toward his wife, clasping her hand in his metal one. He had hoped the physical contact would be enough to calm her down.

"He abandoned me, Sam" She continued, her voice filled with emotions. "He was gone and all I had left was memories. I chose this life for him, I fought with him, I believed in everything he represented. I looked up to him, to Captain America. And today, even those memories are gone, taken by the same government you and I were up against, mocked by clowns pretending to be heroes, all because you gave up"

The Falcon closed his eyes and dropped his head. She couldn’t see his point of view, or share his opinions when her judgment was clouded by so much pain. He wished she could understand the dilemma, the duality that represented the shield for him.

"Y/N, please, that’s enough" Bucky whispered next to her ear.

She turned her head toward him and as usual, his heart broke when he saw the torment in her eyes. She didn’t need to speak, she was an open book to him. They both had lost so much and yet were all each other had left. They were collateral damage, their own team against a world that wasn’t theirs anymore. She silently nodded, assuring him she was fine. Sam watched Bucky kissing her forehead and he furrowed his brow. He would never admit it but he was glad they had each other, because no one could carry that much pain alone without crumbling apart.

Before any of them could add anything, soldiers in blue and red erupted in the room, bursting through the door of the apartment where they were hiding in Latvia. Bucky instinctively grabbed Y/N and forced her body to move behind his. The two man stood in front of them, tall and proud, a smug smile on their lips.

"Alright, that’s it, your time is up" The man calling himself Captain America announced, the shield in one hand, the other pointing at the three avengers. "Tell me where Zemo is"

"We know you’re hiding him" His sidekick added.

"I’m ordering you to turn him over"

Sam eyed them up and down.

"Let’s be clear, the only thing you’re running here is your mouth" The Falcon firmly replied, crossing his arms.

"I gave you a chance to work with us" He mentioned.

" ‘For us’ is the correct way to put it, tough guy. And we said no." Y/N reminded him, her face showing how much she was annoyed.

"You’re obviously in over your head so I suggest you turn back and go" Sam argued.

"You really want this conversation to go there ?" The hero threatened.

Bucky straightened up when he felt Y/N tensing. He knew she was already on the verge of snapping. One wrong word from the man she hated and this could go down to hell.

"Should I put down the shield ?" He continued to challenge Sam. "Make it fair?"

The woman groaned and when John Walker dropped his weapon, without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest knife and threw it right at his face. The man had barely enough time to move back and his eyes rose in surprise when the blade stuck itself into the wall with force.

"Sorry, it slipped" She ironically explained, shrugging.

"You don’t want to play this game with me" He tried to intimidate her, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled, pleased he was giving her the opportunity to smack his face. Bucky clenched his fists when he saw her walking in front of Walker. Without tearing her eyes away from his, she seized her knife and pulled it out of the wall with a sharp movement.

"I think someone should teach you a lesson, Walker" She told him in a low tone.

"Are you offering ?" He challenged her.

"Don’t tempt me"

"You’re lucky you’re his sister" He grinned. "But don’t push it. This Captain America is not as lenient as the previous was"

Bucky swore under his breath. It was too late now. And just as Sam looked at him with concern, Y/N threw her fist in a curved punch at the soldier. He used his forearm to counter the blow, but she was faster and had far more experience. Using the momentum, her foot rose up and kicked him in the face. The man was thrown back, shaking his head in confusion.

"We should do something" Sam advised the former assassin.

"No. Let her have her fun" He crossed his arms, harboring a small smirk.

The soldier tried to hit her back, but even when he took the shield she blocked his attack. His sidekick soon joined the fight and distracted her for a second, just enough time for Walker to punch her. Immediately, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but no pain. She was passed that, far too pissed to feel anything.

Another blow on her chest send her to the ground and Hoskins hold her down while his friend was about to hit her with her brother’s shield. He raised it in the air, with every intention of beating her, but a strong metal hand stopped him in his movement. A very infuriated Bucky stood before him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. He firmly took the weapon, knocked Hoskins out with it and threw it across the room.

"If you wanted to make it fair, you shouldn’t have chosen to hit my wife" His tone was terrifying.

Walker didn’t seem as confident anymore. Bucky looked imposing, brute force ready to strike. His metal arm clenched in a fist and, without warning, it collided with the soldier’s jaw, sending him a few feet away. He strode to the man on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform

"This is all easy for you, isn’t it ?" Walker spoke with venom, staring at Bucky. "All that serum running through your veins"

With a swift movement, Y/N took the shield and launched it with power right on the soldier’s chest. The blow was so violent his body crashed into a door before landing on the floor. She was furious by his statement and he could see it with every step she made toward him. She grabbed the gun attached to her thigh and pointed it at his face.

"Lesson number one: learn when to shut up. Especially when you don't know what you're talking about" She was fuming but had not intention on killing the man, despite the sheer desire to do so.

She didn’t realize Sam was next to her until she saw his hand lowering her gun.

"This isn’t what Steve would want." He calmly expressed. "Remember, there’s always another way"

Her lips quivered and she closed her eyes, remembering how many times her brother had told her that. She let him take the weapon and looked up at him. The conviction and kindness in his stare were enough. He didn’t have to say anything. Every words she needed to hear, he spoke them in silence.

She turned back to Bucky and he cupped her face, inspecting the bruise on her skin. He seemed ready to go back and beat the man down. Y/N softly smiled and clasped her hands around his wrists. He stroke her cheek and pulled her toward him before carefully kissing her lips.

"Good ?" He asked in a soft voice he only used with her.

"Good"

It was something between them, a single word they spoke every time they fought. Wherever they were, whomever they were up against, if one of them asked, the other had to answer. It was their intimate way to always know they were alright.

Later that day, Sam and Bucky had decided to go talk to the leader of the Flag Smasher, Karli Morgenthau, while Y/N had been charged to follow Walker and Hoskins. As soon as she had seen they were going after the young super soldier, she had warned her friends about the danger. She knew enough about the new Captain to guess he had no intention on arresting Karli. He wanted to make justice himself. She pitied his sidekick. He seemed like a decent man with good ideas struggling to find virtue on the wrong side of the battle. He was Walker’s collateral damage.

She wondered what Steve would think of all that if he could see them fighting both super soldiers and Captain America. He never cared for the star and stripes, never used his shield to harm. His heart was with the people he defended. Even when it had been against Tony, he pursued what he believed was best. Was that what Walker was trying to do ? She couldn’t know. But she was sure of one thing, the man had nothing in common with Steve. Pride, ego and selfishness were never traits anyone would have used to describe her brother. She couldn’t bear for him to be replaced, especially to a man that didn’t share his morals or any of his opinions. The shield he was carrying wasn’t just a weapon, it was her brother’s symbol of hope, a symbol he had fought so hard to forge. The man made the uniform, not the other way around. That’s what Walker didn’t get. Up until that point, people had not been following Captain America, they had been following Steve Rogers.

Standing in that public square, she didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Bucky entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t avert her eyes from the horrific scenery. Powerlessly, she watched a man she didn’t know being executed. His opponent was merciless, striking with determination and rage, using the only piece of memory she had left of her brother to bring terror and death. Frozen on the spot in the middle of the crowd, she could see the fear in all those strangers eyes and it felt like grief coming in waves, a shard in her guts that would never leave. It felt like this particular moment was choking the breath out of her body, short circuiting her mind. What was whole once completely shattered and she couldn’t find the strength to be angry anymore. All her brother had built had fallen apart in the split of a second and all the world had left was a bloodied image of his symbol of hope. A symbol that was no more.

“Sam...” She called him, almost like a scared child.

“I know...”

Both men looked worried. Y/N felt Bucky’s hand trembling and she squeezed him harder. She could easily guess how he felt. Steve had saved both of them, he had gave them a purpose, had allowed the former assassin to be more than the weapon Hydra had made of him. Pieces by pieces, he had brought their family back together. And as they both stood there, witnessing the horrifying end of his legacy, Bucky realized everything his bestfriend had fought for was turning into dust.

"I’m sorry" Y/N whispered to Sam. "But there’s no other way now"

Her husband dropped his head, trying to regain a sense of control over his emotions. Wordlessly agreeing with her, he turned to their friend.

“He has to be stopped”

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[theconstantsidekick]

Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (3) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Howard Stark x Stark!Reader (platonic)

Genre: Angsty? Kind of?

Summary: Caught in the blast at the UN conference, Y/n remembers a conversation she had with Howard Stark.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing.

a/n: read Age of Ultron (ft. Static) to get a better backstory. Not necessary but recommended. But it’s fun. I promise.

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“I have an analogy.”

“You have an analogy.”

“Yes.”

“Good for you.”

“I know.”

Both of them fell back into a kind of silence, brimming with anticipation. She knew he was waiting. She could feel it. But she didn’t have all the words yet. She had the thought in mind, but she couldn’t seem to find a way to put the words in the right order.

Being held captive then being used as the guard dog for a secret Nazi organisation which exclusively spoke German must do that you, Y/n ventured. 

When the words still didn’t come to her—

“You gonna tell me what this analogy is or you plannin’ to just keep staring at me through the damn carburetor?” Howard chided from under the car. Despite only the lower half of his legs being visible to her as she leaned over the open hood of his so-called ‘flying car’, she could easily imagine him frowning. 

“I—” she began, only to pause for a second. Breathing in, she tried again. “I sometimes feel like we’re a ship.”

“A ship?” He asked monotonously while his hands kept working on the engine, tightening a bolt, or whatever godforsaken thing he was trying to do under there. She never really knew how these things worked, she wasn’t sure there was ever going to come a time when she was going to be able to figure it out.

“I sometimes feel like we’re a ship,” she repeated. “And… and there’s a hole in the hull. Some days we throw out more water than we take in but other days…” she shook her head, drifting off. She tsked then. Turning around, she leaned her back against the car. 

In the galling fluorescent lights of the S.H.I.E.L.D. garage, the world seemed smaller somehow. Time and again the dullness of it, the drabness of it, the isolation of it reminded her of the Orphanage. The lack of shackles around her hands always helped remind her this place was certainly not HYDRA but that didn’t stop her from being afraid of it when she had been newer than she was then. 

“Where’s the hole, Stark?” Howard asked from right next to her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“What?” She asked, confused.

He looked at her, his ever-present smile gracing his face. He cocked his head as he wiped the grease off his fingers with a rag. She’d been so lost in her thought she hadn’t noticed him roll out from under the car and stand up to face her. 

“Where’s the hole, Stark?” He asked again.

“Peggy’s office, sitting on her table,” she answered finally. “It’s shaped like the photo of a certain tall, blonde and handsome Super Soldier,” she added, almost hesitantly. Steve Rogers had always been a sensitive topic among those halls. 

But Howard just cracked a smile. Throwing the rug off to the side, he leaned against the car next to her. “You chose a ship?”

“What?” The question threw her off. 

Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, he placed it between his lips and lit it. “Your analogy,” he explained. “You chose a ship?” When she kept looking at him with pure confusion, taking a drag, he added, “We’re called S.H.I.E.L.D., Stark. The hell you calling us a fucking metaphorical ship for?”

NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Ash.

In the air.

The first thing she sees is ashes.

There’s ash floating in the air. 

She’s been through this enough times to know exactly what this was. She would have laughed if she had the wherewithal to do so. Because isn’t it hilarious that she’s been in enough explosions to know how far away the bomb was detonated and what kind it was? Well, she thinks it’s fucking hilarious. It’s just that the smoke clogging up her lungs won’t let her do anything but cough. 

Her ears are still ringing, she’s disoriented and woozy from it all. A part of her just wants to lie there a little while longer. She wants to lie there and have it all be over somehow. What’s the worst that can happen? She thinks. I’ve lived too long anyway, death ain’t that bad. What’s the worst that can happen?

But then there is some movement right next to her and she remembers exactly what could be the worst that can happen.

Instantly she’s hobbling to her feet and crawling over to where Natasha’s trying to shove a piece of debris off herself.

“Hey, hey!” She calls out to Natasha. “Hold on, I’ve got this. I’ve got you.” Natasha lets go and stops trying to push the broken pieces of the wall off. Y/n takes over and flips the whole thing off in one fell swoop. She helps Natasha sit up then. Her hands instantly climb up to her face, assessing for injury. 

Swatting them away, “I’m fine, I’m fine!”  Natasha exclaims. “Go!” She tells her. At first she doesn’t get it, so Natasha repeats herself. “Y/n! Go!”

Oh fuck, yeah.

“You sure?” She asks anyway.

Natasha just rolls her eyes. “Go,” she commands. 

“Fuck me,” Y/n curses, getting up to her feet. Shaking her head, she clenches her fist and glitches away.

She’s still a little disoriented so when she drops out of the next portal she opens, she realizes she has miscalculated the whole thing horribly. The portal opens in the air, ten steps away from the blast sight. She falls flat on her ass. “Motherfucker,” she yells out before opening another. Before jumping into it, she notices the remnants of a white van on the floor of the blast site. The bomb must have been in it, she discerns. 

When she enters her dimension this time, she takes a moment. Breathing in and out slowly she reassesses. 

Before the blast, I remember T’Challa saw something on the street—must have been the same van, she thinks. He yelled out a warning and then lunged for T’Chaka. But—but if he could notice something wrong from so far up it must not have been well hidden. 

Shaking her head, she continues, pacing around now. The way in which it exploded, it must have been remote-operated. But then—why… Why use a van?

Opening another portal, she jumps out onto the road and breaks into a run. Glitching in and out, she begins casing the area. She’s not sure what she’s looking for but she’s sure there is something to be found.

Glitching out onto a crowded road, she expects to see nothing significant until she does. A man in a hoodie with a cap on his head. And he—Well let’s just say it’s a face she can’t really force herself to forget anymore. 

But before she can follow, she blinks and he’s gone, faded into the crowd.

When she glitches back to the site there’s too many people around. As crude as it sounds, she doesn’t really care about anyone except one person right now. Running around, she’s almost about to lose patience when she finally spots her. 

Skidding down to her knees, “Nat, you okay?” she asks, urgently. Crouching in front of her, Y/n looks her over to make sure there aren’t any injuries.

“I’m fine, Y/n,” Natasha says gently.

“You sure?” She asks, concerned and unconvinced. Her hands are glossing over Natasha’s arms, checking, checking and checking again.

But then her hands stop Y/n’s. Looking at Y/n, she says, “I’m sure.”

The determination in her voice calms Y/n down. 

That is until Natasha's eyes fly over to someone to their right. “I'm very sorry,” she says solemnly. 

And then it clicks for Y/n. 

T'Challa glances over at them once. And fuck, if Y/n doesn’t know that face. She knows the expression he’s wearing like the back of her hand. She’s worn it too many times herself. But never like this, never this bad. He's just lost his father. Try as she might she can never fathom that pain because try as she might she’s never had a father to mourn. 

He's holding an ornate silver ring which he toys with between his fingers. Unlike Natasha, Y/n knows the significance of the ring. 

“In my culture death is not the end,” T'Challa states solemnly. “It's more of a . . . stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veldt where . . . you can run forever.”

“That sounds very peaceful,” Natasha says from above her. She can hear the hint of a smile in Natasha’s voice but her gaze is fixed on T’Challa. 

“My father thought so.” He puts the ring on his finger. Fuck. “I am not my father.” Double fuck.

“T'Challa. Task force will decide who brings in Barnes,” Natasha tries desperately to placate him. 

Barnes. 

Fuck. 

But he just clenches his fist in response. “Don't bother, Miss Romanoff. I'll kill him myself,” he says as he gets up to walk away. But she can’t let him. Instantly she’s on her feet.

“I would advise against rash decisions…” Y/n says in Wakandan, blocking his way with her body, a hand on his chest, “... your majesty.”

The title makes T’Challa cock his head, he replies in Wakandan as well, “I would advise against fooling yourself into thinking you have any say on the matter.” Shoving past her, he walks away. 

The way that the events are unfolding, won’t work favourably for any of them. The moment Barnes gets involved, so will Steve. And when Steve gets involved, so will she. But making enemies out of the Wakandans is the stupidest decision they can make. If they don’t bring Barnes in before them, they are absolutely, completely—

“Fucked. Stark, come on! You know that the whole analogy is fucked when you call us a ship! We went about finding words that fit the acronym for S.H.I.E.L.D. just for you to call us a fucking ship!” Howard laughed, almost doubling over, cigarette still hanging between his lips. 

“Shut up!” Y/n chided with no heat, a smile on her face too. “And fuck you, you pretentious prick. The fuck you named yourself S.H.I.E.L.D. for?”

Howard’s smile faded a bit. “The hole you spotted in the hull had something to do with it,” he said, blowing out the smoke through his nose. 

“Of course,” she said, shaking her head. “I—I don’t mind him. I don’t hate him or dislike him. Fuck, I don’t know him for any of that but… But I don’t know him, Howie. I don’t fucking know him so I don’t like him either. I see you guys, day in, day out, worshipping the memory of a man I never knew. And it wouldn’t throw me off so much if I wasn’t so intent on worshipping the lot of you.”

At that, Howard began laughing again. “Worshiping me is a huge mistake and you know that,” he looks at her intently, leaning against the car on his side. “Then, why do you make it every single day?”

She pursed her lips and smiled, “You could have picked about seventeen different men to run S.H.I.E.L.D. with you but you chose Peggy. You chose a woman. Not because she was hot which she is, and not because you wanted to get into her pants which you do. No. You did it cause Peggy can kick your ass seven ways to Sunday and outwit you without breaking a sweat. You picked her cause she was more qualified than the seventeen different men before her, and you never once made it seem like a favor.” She stood up straight. “And then you took me in. Broken and beaten, you took me in. You didn’t think twice. You gave me your name and called me your family.” She took a step closer. “You might just be an asshole, Stark but I see you. Under all the assholery—very deep, deep under all the assholery—you’re decent enough to know right from wrong. You try to do what’s right. Worshipping you is a mistake about 80% of the time, but the rest of the 20 makes it all worth it.”

Howard replied with a smirk on his face, “Most of that 20% I learned for the hole sitting on Peggy’s table.” He flicked the cigarette in his hand, took another drag and then continued, “You’re not wrong… We carry him around. She does it with a picture, I do it with this stupid fucking organization. He was just that kind of guy, you know? I remember seeing him for the first time,” Howard laughed, shaking his head with mirth. “He was all skin and bones. I think I would’ve missed him if I saw him on the street. We dosed him up and shoved him into that machine, ready to make the first-ever Super Soldier.” He took a slow drag, smooth and long. “I was sure we were gonna kill him. He was a tiny little thing, you know? I was terrified. I was sure he was done for but well…” He flicked the cigarette between his fingers again and then, “He had that thing about him, you know? Made you want to follow him—made you want to worship him. We weren’t the best of friends. I don't think he even liked me all that much. But he respected me. He never once made me feel small for being a dick but didn't let me be an ass in front of him either... I’m pretty sure he was the best man I’ll ever know.”

“You speak Wakandan?” Natasha’s voice pulls her out of her memory.

“What?” She asks, still a little lost.

Nodding over to where T’Challa just walked off, “You talked to him just now, that was Wakandan, right? You speak Wakandan?” Natasha asks.

Forrowing her brows she replies, “You don’t?”

Before Natasha can object, her phone rings. “Yeah?”

She can’t hear what Steve says on the other end but she knows her boyfriend well enough to know it has something to do with how freaked out he must be.

“I’m fine,” Natasha tells him. “And so’s Y/n. She’s with me.” She looks at Y/n then, “He’s asking why you didn’t pick up his call.”

“Kinda hard to do when it gets blown up,” she explains offhandedly.

Looking around, Natasha stands up. There’s something in the way she looks around that makes Y/n think something might be up. “I know how much Barnes means to you. I really do,” she tells him. “Stay home. You'll only make this worse. For all of us. Please.”

And if Natasha Romanoff really believes that Steve Rogers would ever ‘stay home’ when it comes to Bucky Barnes, she’s got another thing coming.

And she’s proved right when Natasha Romanoff replies to whatever Steve says with, “No. Someone will. If you interfere. That's how it works now.”

Yeah, that’s exactly why Y/n hates all of this.

“Why?” Natasha asks in response to something Steve says. But his answer seems to put her on edge because then she curses softly and hands the phone over to Y/n. While she doesn’t say the words, Y/n can see the plea in her eyes to urge Steve to stay out of trouble.

Which, again, if Natasha Romanoff really believes that Y/n Stark would ever stay out of trouble when it comes to Steve Rogers, she’s got another-another thing coming.

Taking the phone, “Hey handsome,” she greets.

For the first few seconds, all she hears is deep exhales. But then, “You didn’t pick up your phone I thought—” He cuts himself off.

She gets it.

Roles reversed she would’ve glitched her way through continents. It doesn’t much matter if that meant she would’ve died of sheer exhaustion. 

It’s Steve.

Her Steve. 

She would’ve wrecked the world to get to him and wouldn’t have thought twice about it.

And it’s precisely because she gets it that she says, “Come on, handsome. You and I both know it’d take more than a stupid little bomb going off to put me down.” Before he can interrupt her and lecture her about how he’d rather nothing ever put her down, she continues, “Anyway, what’d you say to Nat? She looks like she’s ready to bitch slap you.”

“Well…” He pauses. “I think I’m not gonna make it home for dinner, doll,” he says almost jovially.

She’s happy to play along. She clicks her tongue. “And here I made your favorite.”

“Let me guess,” he says with a smile almost audible in his words. “The only thing on the menu was you?”

She smiles too. “You bet your sweet American Ass it was.”

Both of them let out soft chuckles, and for a moment they forget. They forget the weight of the situation. It’s not as relieving as they want it to be, but the short reprieve is comforting. 

“I have to do this,” Steve tells her after a brief pause. “I can’t just abandon him, Y/n. I can’t.” 

“Handsome—” 

When she goes to interrupt him, he cuts her off before she can even get a word in. “I know that they’re saying it was the Winter Soldier, but it wasn’t him.”

“Steve—”

“He pulled me out of the water, Y/n.”

“Baby—”

“You said it yourself, you were there, you saw him.”

“Hon—”

“You can’t think it was him. You can’t—”

“I don’t!” She exclaims, finally stopping his rant. 

“What?” He asks, clearly in disbelief.

Sighing, she runs a lazy hand through her hair. Kicking the ground below her feet indolently, she says, “I don’t think it was the Soldier. There were 7 different ways to kill everyone at the conference, and sending in a bomb in a stupid van wasn’t even on the list. It was showy and loud but ultimately ineffective. It—” Fucking hell, “It felt like a stunt, Steve… I don’t think it was the Soldier. Stunts are not part of his repertoire.”

“So—so you agree?” He asks, sounding even more shocked than he did before. “You don’t think it was Bucky?”

Oops.

“I never said that.”

“But you just—”

“I said it wasn’t the Soldier. I based that on the fact that the Soldier was trained to be efficient, to be a fucking ghost story. I—” this part’s gonna suck. “I never said it wasn’t Sergeant Barnes.” Clenching her jaw, she adds, “Sergeant Barnes and the Soldier are not the same. They never have been.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, sounding audibly (and justifiably) defensive about his best friend of old.

“I just—” She exhales shortly. “After what he’s been through, he—he must be angry,” she says. “He has a right to be angry, of course,” she adds immediately. She means it. “But there’s always a chance that the anger might manifest in a way we might look favorably upon.”

Instantly, “Bucky would never do that. Bucky would never hurt people because he was angry,” Steve’s words are heavy and come with a sense of finality that gives her goosebumps. “I’m gonna bring him home and that’s that.”

“Hon, I’m not trying to pick a fight with you, okay? I’m not,” she urges softly.

“If it were Tony—”

“I would’ve done exactly what you’re doing,” she concedes. “And I am not trying to stop you, handsome…” she says with all the softness she’s ever felt for him. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is this?” He asks tersely.

“Whatever you do, I need you to do it quickly and quietly. You need to bring in Sergeant Barnes before anyone else can get their hands on him because if they do…” she inhales audibly. With a plea in her tone, she tries, “They don’t see him as anything more than the Soldier, Steve… I know he’s more, but they don’t. So all this is, is a request for you to bring him as quietly and as quickly as you can.”

There’s a beat, and she thinks for a second it’s Steve gearing up for a fight. She thinks maybe he’s gearing up for a blow. She thinks maybe, just maybe right now she isn’t talking to Steve, not her Steve. She thinks maybe she’s about to go toe to toe with Captain America.

But then—

“I thought I lost you for a second there,” his voice is thick with so much emotion, Y/n doesn’t know how to deal with it. She was expecting a blow but one that was so fucking genuine.

She never thought she’d get to have him. She remembers seeing him for the first time and yea, she thought he was handsome, she always had. Even the picture of the scrawny little boy from Brooklyn that Peggy had on her table was handsome. But he was hers. In her head, there was never going to be a version of Steve that wasn’t Peggy’s. Because honestly who the fuck ever falls out of love with Peggy Carter?

But then her incessant flirting was reciprocated. Steve didn’t just think she was peachy, no. Steve Grant Rogers flirted right back. He bought her flowers, he cooked her his mom’s chicken soup when she was sick. He took her to get ice cream at ass o’clock in the night because she couldn’t sleep. Slowly and absolutely not surely, he was becoming her Steve, Y/n’s Steve.

Time and again though, she forgets. She forgets that she has him. She can’t really wrap her head around the fact that she well and truly has him, all to herself. 

“There’s very few things in this world or the next, that can take me away from you, handsome.

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[thatblackravenclaw]

You're The Best Thing

Masterlist

author note: YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS!!!! My excitement for this is beyond compare. I really really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sam Wilson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k (my longest one yet)

song: Never Knew I Needed -Ne-Yo

warning(s): cursing, SMUT!!!!!, p in v, fingering, protected sex, oral (fem receiving), fluff

background info: everyone is alive, Steve didn't go back in time and stay there with Peggy, but still chose to retire and pass the shield to Sam.

For the way you changed my plans

“Sam, I would like you to show the new recruit around.” Tony says to me as he walks into the kitchen.

“Why me? You know that I have more stuff to do now that I’m Captain America, right?”

“Which is why you’re perfect to show her around. Now get to it rocket man. She’s coming up the elevator right now.”

I sigh before turning back to Bucky.

“Can’t believe I’m stuck giving the newbie a tour.”

“Maybe she’s cute.”

“Maybe she’s a child. You know how Tony does recruits. Look at the spider.”

Right as Bucky opens his mouth to respond, I hear the most heavenly voice I’ve ever heard.

“I’m actually 29, but at least I’m not a bitter old man like you.”

I turn around to see her full lips turn into a smirk at me before walking towards us. I have never seen someone so gorgeous in my life. I mean Nat is gorgeous, but this girl is gorgeous.

Her hips sway as she walks towards the kitchen and I can’t help, but to stare. Good Lord.

I shake myself out of the trance I’m in. I must stay focused. I was able to fuck around a bit as Falcon, but just from the one sentence she has said to me, she has me wanting to change my plans up a bit.

“So, Captain America, too busy being you or can you show this child around?”

“I don’t know. Is it okay for this bitter old man to show you around?”

“If you continue to be bitter then maybe I should just explore on my own.”

She’s even able to match my banter.

“Come on. I’ll even let you have one of my juice boxes Stark packed with my lunch today.” She says to me before I can respond to her.

Showing her around wasn’t half bad. She’s amazing. She’s from New Orleans, which is only a bit over 2 hours from Delacroix, her power is being able to multiply herself, she helped take down the Red Room with Nat, and her favorite food is seafood, more specifically, Crawfish.

I tell her about Sarah, my nephews, make fun of Bucky for a bit and then I show her where her room is.

Her bags and boxes are in the room, so I decide to leave her to unpack.

“Tired of babysitting?”

“No, just got Captain America things to do.”

“Mm, well, you know where to find me.”

“That I do.”

For being the perfect distraction

1 month later

“I know it’s a whole team of us, but Steve never talked about how hard it is to be him”

I see y/n roll her eyes before she beckons me over.

“Alright come here old sport. Sounds like you need a music break.”

“I can’t. I need to get the paperwork ready-“

“No. You need to get your ass over here and take a music break with me, because you’re gonna die from stress and I will be the last person to have been with you if you do and I will get blamed for your death, so come here.”

I roll my eyes and begrudgingly walk around the couch to the middle of the living room. A slow song starts to play, but that doesn’t seem to stop her. It’s actually one of our favorite songs, A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around my shoulders. She was right, I really did need this. Being in her arms calms me down so much it’s ridiculous. I’m really starting to like her which was not a part of my plans. I was supposed to do the Captain America thing without romance. Steve was able to do it. I needed to focus on being a role model to people like me. I needed to show Isaiah that what I did was not a mistake, but she just came in here and took the idea that I had and of everything that I wanted to have and made me see that there was something missing. Fun, Laughter, Friends, Family, Love.

For the way you’re something that I’d never choose

But at the same time something I don’t want to lose

3 months later on a yet another life threatening mission

“Sam, if I multiply I could go in and save those people!” I hear y/n say through my earpiece

“okay, but the fire is quickly spreading, and you could die.”

I wait to hear a response.

“y/n, do you copy? Do not go in until I give you the all clear.”

Static, then boom, explosion from the 4th floor. Where the victims are.

Please don’t let her be up there. Please let her have listened to me for once.

I feel Pietro run by me. I look over to the direction he was headed and see the people I think y/n was talking about.

I run over there and make sure everyone is okay before I turn to Pietro.

“Where’s y/n?”

“She was right behind me.”

I turn to look in the direction of where he came from and see her. As I start to run over there she disappears in thin air.

She multiplied.  

How could she be so reckless? Why couldn’t she just listen to me just this once?

I hurry up and fly to the 4th floor. I make it through the fire as best as I can before looking around for her. I search for about five minutes before I see her lifeless body on the ground.

No. No. I refuse.

I pick her up and fly to the ground. I hear everyone’s voices, but my only concern is her.

She’s still alive, but her pulse is slow.

I quickly bring her over to the medic and they put an oxygen mask on her.

I don’t want to leave her, but I still have a job to do. I check on everyone else and make sure that there were no casualties. Thankfully everyone is safe. I tell the other Avengers to go to the compound and I’ll stay with y/n.

Once her pulse raises back up to normal I see her eyes flutter open. She looks around confused for a bit before reaching over to take off her mask.

“Told you I could do it.”

The way you smile and how you comfort me (with your laughter)

I must admit you were not a part of my book

But now if you open it I may take a look

You’re the beginning and the end of every chapter

2 weeks later

“Okay, but think about it, if there’s two of me having sex with someone then its technically a threesome because there are three people present.” She says to me.

“It’s just you though. It’s not like your twin or something. It’s literally just you multiplied, so no.” I reply while throwing back another beer.

I honestly don’t know how she came up with this topic. I just came into her room to vent about how I upset I was to find not only Bucky with my sister, but Bucky on a DATE with my sister when y/n decided that she just HAD to ask me this question.

Hearing y/n laugh right now is really the only thing holding me together. It’s so contagious that you can’t help but laugh with her. Everyone else feels the exact same way about her, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

You’re the best thing I never knew I needed

2 more weeks later

She’s out on a solo mission. I have never missed someone so much in my life. Life around the compound is so boring when she’s not around. I don’t even remember what it was like around here before she showed up. She turned everything upside down in the best possible way.

I told Tony that I felt like this mission was too dangerous for her to do. She should have at least brought Nat with her. Not that y/n isn’t capable of doing things on her own I would just feel better if she wasn’t alone.

A week later

She’s on her way back. The mission went successful and she’s on her way back. I need to tell her how I feel. I had no idea how deep my feelings for her were until I had to learn to live my daily life without her.

“Your girlfriend is back.” I hear Tony say to me as he walks past.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” I respond before picking up my pace and running outside to the landing strip.

As soon as she steps foot on the ground I start running at full speed toward her. Once I get to her I hug her while picking her up. I don’t let go for a good minute. Her scent was so overwhelming (in the best way) and something I missed after two weeks of being without.

Who knew that I could be

So unexpectedly

Undeniably happier

I put her down and interlock our fingers while walking into the compound. I don’t let her stop to talk to anyone because if I do I would lose my nerve.

I decide to take us to her room since it’s closer than mine.

I sit her down on the bed and stare at her for a bit.

“Okay, you got me here. Now what? Gonna have your way with me Cap?” she asks me while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and letting out a short giggle. I know she’s teasing, but some part of me wishes she wasn’t.

“I love you. You were not a part of my plans at all. I was going to focus on my job and just get shit done, but you came here and flipped my world upside down. You’re always around driving me crazy, and I like it.”

I pause to take a breath.

“When you were gone all I could think about was you. I hate being without you. I fought off my feelings for so long. You are not someone I thought I would fall for, but I did and now it’s so clear, I need you here, with me, always.”

There’s a pregnant pause before she starts talking.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first talked to you Sam.”

Words I never thought I would hear come out of her mouth. I sit down next to her and kiss her. I quickly learn that her kisses are as addicting as her personality. I gently lean her back and continue kissing her without parting from her lips. I could do this all day.

I feel her hands creep under my shirt which I take as a sign and reluctantly part from her. I take off my shirt and reach to take off hers. I start kissing around to find her sweet spot and whenever I find it I suck a hickey on her while her moans are egging me on.

Once I get down to her cleavage I unzip her bra from the front. Her nipples looked like they were begging to be sucked on, so I did, and it was probably one of the best ideas I’ve ever done. She let out little whimpers and I felt her try to gain friction from anything under me.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure to give you everything you need.” I say while pulling away from her nipple and moving over to the other. I reach down to her bottoms and take them off and feel the pretty panties she’s wearing underneath.

I palm over her clothed pussy while sucking on her nipple for one more minute before moving stopping my hand movement and moving my mouth down past her navel. Once I get her panties off I’m faced with quite possibly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. She’s wet, but I can get her wetter.

“Sam, please. Please don’t tease me. I need you.” I hear her say exasperatedly.

“I gotta get you warmed up for me baby.”

I kitten lick her clit and feel her hips buck up towards me when I move my tongue away from her. I continue licking her clit until I swipe my finger through her lips, and I feel she has gotten more wet. Once I’m satisfied with how turned on I’ve gotten her I ease a finger inside of her.

I stroke my finger in her slowly while continuing the stimulation on her clit. Her moans have gotten a bit louder now and I refuse to tell her to keep it down. I want everyone to hear how I’m making her feel.

Her hips buck up against my mouth and her moans get quicker, signaling she was close, so I start to suck on her clit while pumping my finger faster.

She lets out the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard while shuddering through her orgasm. I place a small kiss to her clit and stand up.

While giving her time to recover, I grab a condom out of her top dresser and finish undressing. Her blissed out look and the way the shade the light coming from her lamp makes her look ethereal has my dick is brick hard and I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.

I stroke myself while looking at her. Her pussy all sick from my mouth and her cum and her hands holding on to her tits. A sight for sore eyes.

I tap the head of my cock against her clit and watch her jerk from the overstimulation.

She looks up at me and nods her head to give me permission.

“I need words, honey.”

“Please, fuck me.”

And that’s all I need to hear before I slowly slide inside of her. I hear her let out a low “fuck” as I do so. Once I bottom out a stay there for a bit to get her used to my size. She feels so nice wrapped around me. The throbbing of her pussy making me want to cum right then and there.

She tells me I can continue, and I slowly start to thrust. She lets out quiet whimpers with each stroke.

I pick up the speed after a minute and with each thrust I feel her sucking me back in. She has her legs wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to her which in turns lets me hear her moans in my ear that she’s been trying to keep down.

Her moaning my name is so sweet that it motivates me to move faster. I lift off a bit so I can put some distance between us and rub light, quick circles on her clit before I hear her scream my name and squirt all over me.

Now that was a sight for sore eyes.

Once I feel her relax I move and sit on the end of the bed and have her to sit on my lap facing me and ease back inside of her. I lean back on my elbow while holding her waist with my other hand and start pounding into her.

It’s not long before I feel my impending orgasm.

“Sam, please give me your cum.” I hear her say while looking down at me.

“Fuck” I say with a rasp. I speed up a bit before I hear her talk again.

“Cum in me baby.”

And before I knew it I felt myself tense up and cum inside of her. I try ease her off of me, but she puts her arms around me, holding me tight.

“Stay inside me for a bit longer? Please?”

I chuckle at how flustered she looks and tell her that I need to throw away the condom before it leaks, and she needs to pee before she gets a UTI. She sighs knowing I’m right and we get up to go do what we need to do. About 3 minutes later we come back to her bed, and she lays in my arms.

“You know that wasn’t it, right?”

[chaoticforever]

I Still Hate You | Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

Summary: Once upon a time, someone said that hate sex is the best sex. They were right.

A/N: This is for you, anon! I'm so sorry this took a while. Life's been a little hectic at the moment. Hope you enjoy it, not really my best work.

"UGH, I FUCKING HATE HIM!" 

You stormed into Tony's lab with anger painted upon your features as you sat down in a chair with a loud huff. Tony and Bruce were working on weapons and armor for the team when they paused looking over at you in question. 

"Who do you hate, Y/N?" Bruce asked. 

"I think the better question to be asking him is what did capsicle do this time." Tony looked over at you and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. 

"Fury is sending me and Steve on a mission together because he insisted that we work great together." You said.

"And that bothers you?" 

"Of course it bothers me, Bruce! I can't stand being near him." 

"Why do you hate Cap so much anyway?" Tony asked and you paused for a second at hearing that question. 

Honestly, you didn't even know the answer to that question. You just found him to be quite annoying, especially the way he acts like he's the perfect Captain of this team. It seems that the feeling is mutual though because he hated you just as much and would always glare at you.

So, yeah, you hated each other and you didn't want to go on this mission with just the two of you. 

You simply shrugged your shoulders, "Because he's annoying." You answered. 

You walked over to the couch in the lab and laid down, stretching your legs out, and stared up at the ceiling. The two geniuses in the lab went back to work and talked about words you've never heard before in your life. 

Your mind ended up thinking back to what Fury told you today. Why would Steve choose you of all people to go on this mission with? He could have chosen Natasha or Sam or anyone else to go with him, but he chose you, a guy he hated, why? 

It was probably because of your powers. Telekinesis was a good power to have when you were in battle, and you had good fighting skills, so it was probably that too. 

And you could admit that Steve was an amazing fighter and that tight suit of his did wonderful things for his ass- 

Quickly, you blinked and shook your head to stop yourself from finishing that thought. Where the hell did that come from? 

"Boss, Mr. Rogers is outside the lab and would like to enter." Friday said. 

"Let him in, Fri." 

The lab doors opened and Steve entered quickly, wearing his Captain America suit and had his shield in his hands. 

"What do you think you're doing?"    Steve asked you in a demanding tone, towering over you as he waited for a response. 

"Um, laying down." You looked up at him as the science bros snickered but ended up covering it up with a cough from the look the Captain gave them. 

"We have a mission to go on right now." 

"Oh, Fury meant today." You frowned and then groaned, "Now, I have to spend more time with you than is necessary." 

"Shut up, Y/N." Steve snapped, glaring at you as you stood up and put your hands up in surrender. You could hear the jet landing above you. 

You turned to look at Tony and Bruce, "I'll see you both later." You walked out of the lab with the blonde super soldier following after you. 

"You need to actually pay attention during meetings. It's very important and-"

"Oh, please spare me the lecture because I don't want to hear it." 

You entered your room and Steve didn't know if he should wait outside your room or walk inside. He slowly walked inside and he froze upon seeing you shirtless. He was outright gawking at your amazing upper body and suddenly thought about you covered in hickeys that he placed on your neck. 

Steve gulped, watching as you were about to take off your pants only to pause and turn around to see that Steve was in your room. You were shocked that he was watching you get dressed. 

"What the fuck? Are you seriously watching me get changed?" 

"N-No, I just wanted to tell you to hurry up because we need to leave now." 

"Whatever, dude. Now, get out." 

Steve walked out of the room with a blush painted on his cheeks and luckily, he managed to save himself as you changed into your suit. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

Despite you and Steve hating each other, you guys fought amazingly together out on the battlefield. You both would make sure to always have each other's backs and was the only time where you guys wouldn't argue about anything. 

But, an argument always happens after. 

Like right now. 

You both were back at the common room at the Avengers Tower and he was causing an argument, giving you the Captain-America-is-disappointed-in-you face as you turned away from him. 

"You need to start listening to what I'm saying. What you did was dangerous and reckless." Steve insisted once again as you sighed and turned to face him. 

"How was it reckless and dangerous? I saved everyone's life, including yours." You exclaimed. 

Steve took a step forward. 

"It was reckless behavior. You didn't listen to your Captain and you almost died trying to save me!"

You took a step forward. 

"But I didn't! You and everyone else are now safe. Sometimes, the Captain needs to listen to his teammates." 

He took another step forward. 

"Not at the expense of your life!" 

You took another step forward. 

"Even at the expense of my life. You taught me that." You whispered the last part quietly and Steve's eyes softened. 

You both now stood inches apart. 

You stared at Steve's baby blue eyes and wondered if they were always that blue. Those blue eyes were ocean strong, swimming with warm sunlit currents.  They were certainly the most beautiful pair of eyes you've ever seen. 

What were you thinking? 

Steve stared at your eyes before looking down at your lips and grabbing the side of your face, pulling you even closer to him than you already were. 

You can easily push Steve away with or without your powers, but you didn't want to for some reason and you wondered what the hell he was doing right now. 

"I think my teammate needs to learn a thing or two from his Captain. To learn who gives the orders around here." Steve spoke, his voice deep, and controlling which made you shiver as your lips almost touched. Almost. 

"What are you guys doing?" 

You both immediately jumped away from each other once you saw Bucky and Sam enter the room who looked back and forth between you two. 

"Nothing!" You responded quickly and Bucky raised an eyebrow while Sam smirked, "What are you two doing here?"

"We live here." Sam answered with a chuckle, "Were we interrupting something because you both looked-" 

"Nope, not interrupt anything." You shook your head and looked at Steve who shook his head as well, "I'm gonna go and take a shower." You announced and left the room quickly to get away from everyone. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You stood in the shower and the hot, steaming water felt amazing on your skin. You definitely needed a shower after the long day you've had. 

You closed your eyes and just let the hot water stream down your back. 

After twenty minutes, you opened your eyes and decided that you were done showering. You were ready to go to sleep. You reached for the shower knob, but you were suddenly pulled back into someone's chest, "What-" 

"Shh." A voice hushed and your eyes widened because you knew that voice. It was Steve's voice. He wrapped his arm around your waist tightly and buried his face into your neck, sucking on it. 

"Steve, what on earth are you doing?" You whispered loudly, trying to turn around to face him, but he held you against his body firmly. 

"You need a lesson in disobedience, and I'll be the one to teach you." He said, his voice pitched low as he pressed himself up against you and you felt the blonde-haired male's hard length against one of your ass cheeks, "You want me, right? Want to get fucked by me, don't you? Want my cock inside you? Want me to teach you a lesson?" 

You whimpered at the words spoken and gulped because even though you hated him, you did want this and you were sexually frustrated and hearing Steve speak like that made your cock harden considerably. 

"I want..." 

"You want what, Y/N? What does a slut like you want? Tell me exactly what you want and you might get a special treat." 

Steve nibbled on your ear, his tongue flickering out to trace the outer shell of it. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as you closed your eyes and sighed. 

"...I want you..." 

"Want me to what?" Steve asked as he reached around your chest, pinching and toying with one of your nipples before reaching down and stroking your cock slowly. You whimpered slightly and Steve smirked in satisfaction when he felt your cock get harder. 

"I want to feel your lips on mine. I want your cock shoved in my ass. I want to get fucked by Captain America." 

The super-soldier turned you around and pushed you up against the wall, bodies pressed against one another. You opened up your mouth and his tongue slid right in as he reached down with one hand to squeeze your ass cheek. 

You ran your hands all through Steve's muscular chest and his divine abs, as he continued dominating your mouth, letting out a low growl. 

"Fuck." Steve growled out. He would never use words like that, but he couldn't help himself right now. 

You gasped when Steve spun you around and crushed your wrists in one hand as his fingers were trailing over your ass hole. His fingers stretched you out and you were growing impatient. 

"Are you gonna fuck me now, Steve?" 

Steve smacks your ass hard, causing a cracking sound that made you wince slightly in pain and pleasure. 

"You don't get to decide when I'll fuck you, I'll decide that and this ass belongs to me. Maybe, I should leave you here, all desperate and hard for your Captain." 

"You can't leave me like this. Please..." 

The blonde super soldier nudged your legs apart and inserted his cock in your hole, starting at a small and steady pace. 

"Oh God, Y/N." Steve groaned in your ear, thrusting into you harder this time, "You feel so good. Taking my cock so well, baby boy." 

Steve wraps his arms around and you turned your head to the side and kissed him roughly, as he kept thrusting into you with powerful strokes. 

"How good is this making you feel? Tell your Captain exactly how good it feels." 

"...It feels good. I love it so much..." 

The blonde-haired male begins to stimulate your prostate as you moaned in pleasure that was coursing through you. 

"Oh, fuck." Steve moaned, "You want me to cum in your ass, don't you? You're all mine, aren't you? Tell me that you're mine." 

"Yours... I'm all yours. Now, cum in my ass right now." You moaned out breathlessly as you shut your eyes upon feeling him cum inside your hole. 

"Now, you have to cum for me." Steve licked a stripe of your neck before leaning into your ear, "Cum for me. That's all I want. Cum for your Captain." 

"I'm cumming now." You gasped as thick spurts of cum streamed out of you. 

You both were panting hard as you both leaned against the shower wall, the water still falling onto you both. 

"Great. Now, I have to take another shower." You muttered under your breath, looking up at the guy who gave you an immense amount of pleasure. 

Steve chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll help you wash up." He stated and stood up, grabbing the soap and helping you wash up. 

"This doesn't change anything about us. I still hate you, Steve." 

"Don't worry, I still hate you, Y/N." 

You both knew that wasn't true anymore and that this was the best sex you've ever had. Who knew hate sex could be so amazing. 

Both, you and Steve knew that this was only the beginning and that you guys would have sex with each other a lot more. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

[captainswanandclintasha]

Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Clintasha and Black Widow

or, as I like to call it... It was, indeed, love and Whedon was an idiot

Warning 1: this post will contain minor and major spoilers from the Black Widow movie as well as details from all the other movies so read at your own risk if you haven’t seen the movie already. The spoilers will be in italic. 

Warning 2: this post WILL shit on Josh Whedon and the Russo Brothers, just like every post I made about Clintasha since we found out Clint is (allegedly) married.

So, I am going to start by saying that me, personally, as a person whose been reading, writing and living for Clintasha since the first Avengers movie, I am very, very happy with how things went in the Black Widow movie. 

Quick summary: we learned, since the first Avengers movie, that there was something going on between Nat and Clint in Budapest and they remembered things differently, Budapest MEANT different things for both of them (I’ll get there). We also learned back then that Nat felt bad for what she did before SHIELD, we learned that Clint was sent to kill her, that he chose not to and instead Natasha joined him and SHIELD. And so on, so on, you know the story. And then in Captain America: The Winter Soldier the arrow necklace appeared and I am fully convinced, to this day, that when Nat died in Endgame she was still wearing the necklace (especially since we have no indication that she didn’t had it on Vormir!). 

Black Widow, the movie, takes place right after Civil War and we are remembered once again, that Clint is in jail. We see Nat, even then, wearing the necklace. And she’s been wearing it the whole time during the movie. Believe me, I’ve paid close attention to this detail. 

One of the biggest mysteries in my life is when and how and why Nat got the necklace. We know why SCARLETT gave Nat the necklace, to remember people of her conection to Hawkeye, but it’s never been explained in the movies, and I am not complaining about that because it leaves a lot of room to the imagination. But the fact remains, that Natasha Romanoff is wearing an arrow necklace and there is only ONE person in her life who has any link to arrows in general. 

She’s been wearing it since before WE knew Clint had a wife and kids (and I suspect they didn’t know it yet either at that time) and she’s been wearing it in Endgame as well. The necklace has been spotted over different movies and time periods so I guess it’s safe to say it’s been a constant and it was meant to be something more than just a beautiful piece of jewelry. Might I remind you Clintasha was going to be an IT after Avengers?

But let’s go to the elephant in the room: BUDAPEST. 

Yes, we FINALLY learn what happened in Budapest. It’s maybe the most important part in their shared history and I, for one, am happy that it wasn’t what I expected. 

Budapest it’s important because Budapest it’s where Nat left (or tried to, whatever) behing her Red Room life and at the same time proving SHIELD that she’s with them. And Clint was there. They’ve been in Budapest for 10 days, two of each they hid in the vents and the rest spent in an apartment with Clint throwing arrows at a wall.

It’s like a fanfic coming to life. How many times have we read and wrote about them in Budapest? Clint in the vents? Them fighting their way out? Sharing an apartment while hiding?

And yes, they do remember Budapest very differently. 

Nat remembers hiding and fighting for their lifes and taking down Red Room and this being (most likely) her first mission with Clint. Clint, we don’t know for sure, but he probably remembers the vents and the game they never finished. 

I LOVED that it was mentioned. I loved that we heard Clint (yes, so Renner WAS in Black Widow, just not how we thought he will be), I love that Natasha talked about him with Yelena. I just loved it. 

Clint Barton is important in Natasha Romanoff’s story, maybe more important than Cap and Tony and definetly more important than some people want to admit and this movie didn’t backed down from showing it to us.

Even at the end Nat says her family is in jail and please, out of everyone who was in jail after Civil War, Clint was the most important one. 

I’ve said it many times and I will go down with this but Marvel made the biggest mistake ever when they let Whedon give Clint a family (still not relevant to any plot) and not make or keep teasing us with Clintasha as being a thing in the MCU. This would have made even more sense in Endgame when they went to Vormir. 

We got close to canon in Endgame... we did, the Russos tried to do something by sending Nat and Clint on Vormir where to get a stone you have to “give the soul of someone you love in order to take the stone” but they failed miserably because they ended killing one of them and they failed making them canon because... well because Clint had a family and, again, FUCK WHEDON. 

Clintasha was supposed to be a thing in the MCU, I know it, you know it, Stan Lee knew it... and it would have worked so well... 

That being said, I suspected for a while that Natasha will somehow be involved in the plot of the Hawkeye series. I suspected because Nat was as important to Clint as he was to Nat and I happy we will see Yelena go after Clint because I fully believe that will end in an admision of love of some kind (and hopefully a divorce) and also because Renner, bless his heart, is still pushing it hard on social media with spiders and Black Widow and Nat.

If there is one thing Black Widow did right, then that’s Nat and Clint’s relationship with each other because yes, they mention the other Avengers in passing and yes, the family theme IS THE MOST IMPORTANT in the family, but again... Clint is the one that gave Nat a family to begin with.

Okay I think I’m done. I think.

[beautifulbuckys]

Stars, Stripes, Katy Perry (Steve Rogers x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Summary: Steve Rogers found a different way to celebrate his birthday during a severe New York heatwave.

Warnings: Some swearing, talks of therapy, an innuendo but nothing too sexual. NO USE OF Y/N

A/N: This story was so fun to write! I haven’t written for Steve Rogers in a while, but I really missed him! Enjoy!

Steve would be inside his apartment right now if it weren't for the sweltering heat. His air conditioning unit found a very convenient time to break down. Brooklyn was experiencing a heat wave. If you add those two pieces of information, you have a miserable living situation. 

The dark pavement and surrounding concrete buildings caused the neighborhood to be near inhabitable. Steve felt he was melting. He’d found himself missing the ice he was trapped in for 70 years. He began roaming his apartment in his boxers, much to the appreciation of the older woman in the neighboring building. She had a straight-shot view into his apartment. He has yet to buy curtains. He found himself hot, she found herself hot and bothered. 

Yet, Steve was sitting on the poolside of the apartment complex. They were hosting a July 4th cookout. The fence surrounding the body of water was decorated in red, white, and blue streamers and balloons. The women in the events committee outdid themselves! The night security guard, Georgie, offered his time cooking up food for everyone that attended. Steve assumed he was regretting that offer now. The pool was filled with children, teens, and adults splashing around. 

Yeah sure, it was his birthday. He’s had 100 others, it didn’t feel too special. When he was small, he loved it. Sarah would try to make him some kind of birthday dessert. He was surrounded by family and Bucky, which to him were one and the same, and celebrate. It doesn’t seem necessary now. Sitting at the poolside didn’t seem too terrible. 

He was sitting on one of the cheap pool chairs which were knawed by rats and other critters. It was bleached due to the sun and aged. Yet, it was comfortable. The rubber burned against the small of his back but he didn’t mind. It was already hot. The feeling wasn’t new. A new feeling was getting splashed by a small red-haired boy from the deep end. 

“Sorry, Captain America,” The boy muttered bashfully. 

Steve sat up and leaned his elbows on his thighs. He made a note to push up his sunglasses. “Don’t worry ‘bout it kid, felt nice. Just don’t do it to any of the pretty dames around here. Got me?” The boy nodded, before resuming roughhousing with another young, tan boy. 

Steve relaxed against the chair yet again. He returned his shades to cover his eyes, protecting them from the intense sun of the afternoon. Steve glanced down, rolling his eyes at the swim trunks he chose for the occasion. Tony had gotten Steve for Secret Santa two years back. Steve can still remember the shit-eating grin the bearded gentleman had on his face when he tore open the wrapping paper. When he opened the reused box, he pulled out a pair of American flag swim shorts. Despite the memory, Steve still felt the intense headache he got from rolling his eyes hard. Yet, he still loved them. He made it a note to wear them often. Steve Rogers was raised in poverty and struggle. He’d rather die than leave a kind gift unappreciated. 

Georgie had yelled something about lunch being served from the grill. The tall man was covered in sweat, his darker complexion having a touch of shine. Next to him, a plate with what could be considered a tower of hot dogs and burgers was ready to be eaten. Many children ran to the grill, shining a polite smile and muttering a thank you while grabbing their food. Slowly, adults and teens blended into the lunch line. 

Steve figured he’d wait until the line died down. Allow everyone to fill their full stomachs. They’d been playing in the pool much longer than he’d be sitting here.

Until a beautiful girl wearing a simple blue one-piece stood in front of him. In her hand, was a paper plate with a hot dog. The side of the plate had small dollops of each condiment. Ketchup, mustard, relish, and…peanut butter?

It was you. Steve had seen you a few times in passing. You guys would share a polite wave in the hotel lobby. Occasionally, you’d be entering the apartment gym while he was leaving. You lived on his floor. Just down the hall, the apartment by the elevator. He’d never gained the confidence to speak to you besides the rare small talk. How’s the weather? Have a good workout? There was no substance in those questions. Steve knew that. He was nervous though. He isn’t really the most emotionally intelligent when it comes to women. He has little experience in that ballpark. Besides, he didn’t know if you were single. If he couldn’t get out of small talk territory, he wasn’t about to ask if you had a partner. He’d be surprised if you didn’t. You’re gorgeous, kind, and not shy to strike up a conversation. He knew that mostly because you were the one to always begin them. 

“For the birthday boy,” You offered up the plate. Your gorgeous smile covered your wet face. You had been in the pool.

He smiles, “How did you know it was my birthday?” Steve accepts the plate, eyeing the hotdog. It was slightly charred because Georgie was also busy lifeguarding the pool. Consider it hard mode multitasking. 

You shrug, droplets of water slowly cascading down your arms. “During one of my late-night internet stalking sessions. Wikipedia was my first source. It’s known for being an unreliable one. I seriously doubted the 4th of July was your actual birthday. It seemed a little on the nose. But your official Avengers Webpage biography confirms it,”

Steve can’t help but chuckle. He could feel the sweat-coated hair sticking to his forehead. He also acknowledged he wasn’t in his best shape. Tony had given him 3 weeks off, time to recoup. He had a difficult mission in June and Tony could tell it shook Steve. Steve took the vacation, choosing to genuinely relax. He hadn’t done any serious workouts besides his daily run and the weekly evening boxing classes he taught for the complex. The abs he had hadn’t disappeared, but they weren’t chiseled by a god either. 

“I always got the creeper vibe from you. Maybe you should make friends with the lady in the building across my window. She likes to stare,” 

“Sounds like my kind of gal,”

You did the unimaginable. You sat next to him. He’d been tucked away on the far right side of the pool. He found himself closest to the deep end. He sat under a lone umbrella, which had a large hole right above the chair next to him. Steve suddenly became aware of the swimsuit again, feeling a heat (that wasn’t from the sun) cover his cheeks. 

“Speaking of on the nose, do you think these are cheesy?” Steve motioned down to the shorts.

You chuckled, “I dunno, I saw Emily from 14D wearing a red white, and blue bikini. Or maybe Lisa from 17E? She’s sporting a gorgeous red and blue wig. You’d think she came from a Katy Perry music video.”

“Who?”

“Oh come on Steve, don’t tell me you haven’t been enlightened by the song California Gurls,”

Steve’s confusion was suddenly replaced with a flustered embarrassment. In the span of just over three minutes, he’d witnessed so much. A naked lady on a cloud of candy floss in a cheap-looking wig? All the various singers and background dancers were clad in bright, revealing clothes. Did everything seem to resemble candy? The gentleman in him wanted to look away. Truly. The man who’s lost time in him kept his eyes glued to the screen on your phone. 

3 minutes turned into 30. You’d both fallen into a Katy Perry rabbit hole. He’d witnessed all of this young woman’s ‘eras’ as you called them, in such a short span. He’d seen her colorful wigs, jet black curls, blonde pixie cut, and everything in between. He’d seen her in a mouth guard to a comically ugly basketball costume. 

He felt enlightened. 

Until your phone died. The severe heat drained the battery. Steve had been confused. That doesn’t make sense. Why would such a smart device drain because of the weather? You found yourself explaining another modern delicacy to him. Devices need to not overheat. If they do? They need to cool themselves down, which dwindles the battery. 

“Swim with me?” You asked. You’d completely dried off now. The once darker blue swimsuit had transitioned into a royal blue. Your skin was now also dry, both from water and from moisture due to the chlorine. 

Steve hesitated. However, the begging look on your face convinced him. “How could I say no to such a beautiful dame?” 

“Oh stop with the flattery, Captain. If you continue with that I won’t need to go in the pool to be wet.” You laughed, standing up from the pool furniture. 

Steve blushed. Right. The biggest change from women in his era to now is that. Being forward. Saying things like that, especially in public, was something shunned. Displaying yourself as sinful in a way like that was frowned upon back then. Many women suppressed their sexual desires until marriage. Things like that were locked away from public discussion. Now, in these modern times? Women make comments like that regularly. Feminine sexuality was now, mostly, accepted. Sex talk and all things in between weren’t as taboo. 

You frown, “Aww, don’t tell me I’ve got Steve Rogers all shy and flustered,” You mock as you slowly sink into the pool. Your arms hung onto the side of the concrete ground, supporting your weight in the water. “Come on, just hop in!”

Without a second thought, Steve kicked off his shoes. He sat down next to where your arms lay and slowly slid in. The cool temperature of the water was orgasmic. The chilled water instantly cooled any areas it could touch. Steve’s skin felt like it went from being on fire to having the nicest vacation in Antarctica. Based on your relaxed expression, Steve is guessing you feel the same way.

“Does the cold ever like, trigger you? At all?” Your tone changed from humorous to serious. Your volume also changed. You spoke at a mere whisper, listeners nearby wouldn’t be able to hear because of all the other poolside commotion. 

Steve shrugged, “It used to. It gave me nightmares for a while. I slept with like a hundred blankets in my room. Over time though, I slowly got more comfortable with it. I was fortunate enough to have some free counseling at the Avenger’s expense. It took time as most things do. I was especially lucky to have such an incredible group of people behind me,”

You grabbed Steve’s bicep. He’s seriously regretting not working out much now. “I know you get a lot of grand thank you’s. Hell, you meet presidents, governors, mayors, and senators. They all say the same stuff. ‘Thank you for saving my city/state/country,’ copy paste. Thank you for being such a trailblazer for mental health. Thank you for showing it’s okay to be strong not just physically. Thank you for being transparent with your struggles. Captain America isn’t the only one that saves lives,”

“That means a lot to hear,” Steve turns to face you. His chest was now almost touching your shoulder. “Thank you,”

You took that and ran with it. You also adjusted your body, so your chest was facing his. Shyly, you wrapped your hands around his neck and hugged him. It was a soft embrace, yet it felt scandalous. There was a lot of skin-to-skin contact. His firm stomach was touching yours, your arms touching his bare shoulders and neck. 

“Ya know? I’ve had a massive crush on you for a while. I don’t know why I couldn’t just say something,” Steve shared. He finally found that bit of confidence. Hearing you speak from the heart, no filter. It made him feel some sort of way. He’d done nothing to warrant that kind of thanks. “You’re so gorgeous, I was so terrified to have a long conversation with you. I was worried I’d trip up,” 

“You haven’t tripped up yet,” You laugh, turning your face and placing it on his chest. 

“Be with me and maybe you’ll get to see it,” Steve suggested. Shit, that sounded cooler in his head. 

You move your head, looking up into his eyes. “Well, I haven’t given you a birthday present. I hope my romantic companionship equates to one?

He smiles, “That’s more than enough,”

“Hey, Steve?

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday,”

[jimblejamblewritings]

falling for the captain | part 1.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), none

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Note: first of all, huge shoutout to @venusbarnes​ for the idea of a young reader and creating such an interesting dynamic with that. I recommend her operation brat fic! Second, the reader is going to be black/woc. I try to switch it up with my stories, leaving some with ambiguous readers or with characteristics you can work around. But I feel like we don’t have a lot of explicitly woc!reader inserts like how we do for white or ambiguous!reader inserts so for this one I chose to be more over the head with it but anyone not poc, hopefully shouldn’t feel taken out of the story.

(Series Masterlist)

“Honestly, I think it’s just some magic trick. That’s it. All that’s to it,” Tony muttered as he downed his drink.

“Didn’t we have this argument last year, Stark,” Natasha laughed.

The Avengers were gathered in the common room, drinking and relaxing after a mission. It was the first real mission with Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Bucky. Bucky stayed monitoring in the quinjet, Wakanda might have been able to give him a new arm but even they couldn’t get rid of the mind control of HYDRA. It ran so deep in Bucky. Shuri thought maybe it’s because he was still scared. They would revisit the re-programming on a different day.

Enjoying the little get together was everyone who stayed in the compound, plus Rhodey. Scott had left to do whatever. Peter went back to his Aunt May’s for the weekend and T’Challa was busy running whole kingdoms but promised to make it the next night.

“Ah ah. We had this argument but Thor wouldn’t let us try it,” Tony rebutted.

Thor set Mjolnir on the table and gestured towards it. “Go ahead then, try.”

The God of Asgard laughed as most of his teammates tried and failed to lift the hammer. He lifted his flask of Asgardian mead towards Natasha but the Black Widow just shook her head. Natasha didn’t need the hammer to answer if she was worthy or not. It wasn’t a question she really wanted to find out the answer to.

Thor’s eye twitched when Steve stepped towards Mjolnir. No one may have noticed but Thor was firmly looking at how the hammer moved ever so slightly under Steve’s pull. He tried to laugh it off as Steve sat back down and held out his cup for Thor to pour him some more mead. Steve and Bucky were grateful for Thor’s stash of alcohol; it felt so good for them to be able to get drunk again with the team.

“So how long do you think before Fury’s breathing down our backs again?” Rhodey asked.

“Since you somehow convinced the UN we didn’t need the Accords, I give it a week tops,” Clint said. “Actually, in three days, we’ll find ourselves in some country before Monday.”

Everyone chuckled. Convincing the UN to let the Avengers still run without being signed to anything was a lot of work. After Sokovia, they weren’t exactly happy. But with the promise of establishing a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in the UN and the backing of T’Challa to vouch for them, they managed to stay the way they were operating before.

“Well, if we’re going to be shipped out before the weekend ends… who wants to play a game?” Tony asked.

Everyone groaned, Tony’s games usually involved things that were both embarrassing and very sexual. Before they could move to make themselves comfortable for the game, a portal opened up in front of the couches. A girl and a cat tumbled out.

“No, no, no! Shit!” you yelled as the portal closed.

You patted on the brick fireplace. You moved your arm and hands in the circle you’ve done so many times but nothing happened. You groaned. This was not the plan. You were supposed to knock the HYDRA agent into the portal, sending him away from Earth-563 and to wherever the hell you were now. You didn’t know how long you were going to be here, you hoped your team could function without you.

Well, you knew they could. You might have been “Captain” but it wasn’t really like you were close with the team, you just fought alongside them. They were the family, you were the outsider.

You let out a frustrated yell and turned around. A group of, well you had no clue who they were, stared at you. Before you could even say anything, a large man with long blond hair was pressing a hammer into your stomach. You would’ve laughed but somehow you couldn’t move from under the hammer.

“Who are you and state your case?” he said, aggressively.

“Um, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). My case is… staying here until I get back home, I guess.”

“And home is?”

“Earth-563 shortened to Earth.”

“Call Fury.” You heard someone else say. You couldn’t see past the man in front of you.

“Who’s the feline?” You heard a female voice ask.

“You mean Goose?”

There were a couple chuckles before it became deadly silent again.

“You named the cat Goose?” Some other voice asked. It sounded like a man… and dripping with arrogance.

“I was three, sue me.”

“Well, I think we can handle the girl. And she seems to not be a threat, you can let her go Thor,” a different man said. At least you think it was a different man, the voice sounded more authoritative but it could’ve been the same for all you knew.  

Thor. So that was the name of the man holding you to the fireplace. Thor very slowly let you go, you knew he didn’t trust you. None of them probably trusted you. Not that you could blame them but also if anyone was in your position, you should be the scared one. There’s only one of you and like thirty of them.

As Thor backed away, you could see all the other people standing up and watching you. Not that you were focused on anyone else, just the man with the metal arm. The man you hadn’t seen till he got shipped off to war.

“James?” you breathed out.

Your feet moved before your brain could process. You threw your arms around Bucky’s neck while he just stood there awkwardly. None of the other Avengers could move. You pulled back and placed both your hands on the side of his face.

“What happened to you? They told us the 107th went— you were MIA… you’re not my James, are you?”

You pulled away very embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve seen your face before.”

“How the hell do you know Barnes?” the arrogant man asked.

“I… can I get some names first? I don’t know any of you.”

“You seem to know Bucky… Fine, Tony Stark,” Tony said after you glared at him.

The rest of the team, that you came to know as the Avengers— funny that was the name of your team as well, introduced themselves.

“Maybe we should hold off on, (Y/N) was it?” Steve asked, he continued when you nodded. “How about we wait for (Y/N) to answer when Nick gets here.”

“When is that?”

“He said give him thirty minutes,” Natasha said as she looked at her phone.

Thirty minutes in awkward silence is all you were thinking. So you plopped down onto the floor and grabbed Goose, petting that cat while you waited. The Avengers just stared at you. It wasn’t everyday a girl opened a portal into what they thought was their very secure compound.

~~

The first thing you heard was a scream. A man with an eye patch attempted to return himself to his normally stoic demeanor. The rest of the Avengers looked at him in complete confusion, they had never seen the Nick Fury act like that before. Your cat meowed and you lifted him to your ear. You nodded in understanding.

“Goose says she’s sorry about the 90s and the whole…” you pointed to your eye.

Nick looked at you amazed. “You speak Flerken?”

“Flerken? The cat meows?”

“She has a dangerous alien pet and thinks it’s still a cat. Okay, who the hell are you?” Nick asked as he sat down on one of the armchairs.

You spent the next hour answering all their questions as best as you could: Your name was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), nineteen years old. You come from Earth-563, a parallel Earth according to a quick phone call to a Carol Danvers by Nick. You were captain of the Avengers back on your Earth where yes HYDRA is also a problem, on top of other threats. Your powers closely resembled Wanda’s with a few additional points. You’ve known Goose since you were a baby and no you weren’t sure how the cat made its way to Earth-563. You don’t know why you can’t get back home, the portal you created should’ve opened the minute you tried. And of course the pressing question was how do you know Bucky?

“My brother?”

“Brother? That’s impossible, Bucky’s—”

You cut Sam off.

“James Buchanan Barnes. 107th regiment. Sergeant. Adopted by our parents on March 10, making that his birthday. Lost an arm in duty on a super soldier program. Was given a new arm and immediately chose to continue fighting. You brought me the cat when you came back during a break from fighting. Admittedly, you look a bit older than I remember but James was already older before I was even born. We were told his regiment was declared MIA… they wanted to declare to you dead but we wouldn’t let them. You told me you were with me till—”

“Till the end of the line. Okay, somehow she knows me.”

“Well, it is possible for some of us to have parallel versions of us. Maybe Bucky is one of them?” Bruce offered.

“But then why don’t I know you or I guess our Earth’s you?” Bucky asked, turning back.

“Well, we did come from the 40s Buck,” Steve said. “It wasn’t exactly like they let everyone… hang out.”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, not wanting to really talk about the less than diverse times he came from and it was pretty obvious from the curly hair and brown skin that you looked nothing like most of the Avengers, save Sam and Rhodey. The team agreed and dropped the subject. The new focus was on your powers, or lack thereof.

“I don’t get it. You all saw the portal.”

“Yeah, gave us quite the shock.”

“That’s not even half of what I can do… if I could do it.”

“So you’re a badass fighter, with no powers right now and currently no way to get home,” Tony said as he took a sip of the whiskey he had been slowly nursing since you tumbled into the living room. “Would you like to join the Avengers? Well, our Earth’s Avengers.”

“What?”

“Well you seem like you already do this whole superhero thing and we can’t exactly let you leave here until we have everything figured out. Not that we don’t believe you but can never be too cautious, kid.”

“So join your Avengers or be a prisoner till you vet me?”

Tony shrugged. You looked down at Goose in your lap, the cat giving no response but a yawn.

“Okay, I guess we’re in.”

“Great. I think we can call it a night. F.R.I.D.A.Y.!”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” the robotic voice rang throughout the compound.

“Spare room in the compound?”

“The only fully done spare room would be on the floor with Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.”

“You don’t mind sharing a floor with the old men?”

“I don’t think so… you don’t snore, right?”

Sam laughed while Steve and Bucky just shook their heads.

“Okay. Capsicle, Buckaroo. Show the lady to your floor. We’ll continue all this when we’re all less drunk. Maybe the little lady can show us her powers, huh?”

Everyone started heading out one by one. Nick Fury said goodbye to you from a distance, refusing to step near the cat. You followed Steve and Bucky into the elevators. Despite the elevator being big, you and Goose felt relatively squished sandwiched between the two super soldiers. When you exited the elevators, you understood why there weren’t many people rooming on a single floor. After Bucky opened the door to your room, it might as well have been a mini apartment— minus a kitchen.

“This is huge.” You let Goose drop from your arms and she walked around before jumping gently onto the bed.

“Tony’s money,” Steve said. “So, F.R.I.D.A.Y. should give you a wake-up call. We usually meet in the kitchen before doing our own thing.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s the A.I.?”

“Yeah. Also, Tony.”

You hummed in understanding. “I don’t suppose the closet has a change of clothes? Or do I just have to sleep in my fighting clothes?”

Bucky looked at you confused. “You fight in jean shorts? Doesn’t that leave you a bit exposed?”

“Hmm? HYDRA agents only hit me badly a couple times, I heal up pretty fine. Never really thought about what I fight in.”

“Well, you should reconsider.”

“How are you and my James so much alike? Huh, parallel bodies have the same condescending brain.”

Bucky said nothing, but you could see the corner of his mouth go up just a bit. Steve bit back a laugh. Bucky left and returned with a sweater and sweatpants. He handed them to you.

“How’d you know I listen to AC/DC?” You asked as you looked at the logo on the sweatpants.

“I didn’t… you just seemed like the type. I guess maybe I do know you or some things about you.”

“Well, thank you, Bu— James.”

“You can call me Bucky.”

“Are you sure?”

“You called him that, didn’t you? It’s fine with me.”

“Okay. Thanks. Goodnight, Bucky, Steve.”

The two said their goodnights to you and you closed your door. You looked around your new temporary residence.

“Um, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

“How do I work the shower?”

(Part 2)...