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reigningqueenofwords · 8 months ago

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Happy New Year's

Pairing: Tony x Clint Word count: 8,776

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It had been a surprise to everyone when Tony and Clint got together. Wanda thought it was a joke, Nat was skeptical, Steve never thought it would last, Sam rolled his eyes, and JARVIS had alerted them that they had been spending the nights together. They realized how serious they were when they adopted a little girl named Katie.

When they got her to the tower, they showed her her new room- and told her they would get it decorated however she would like. Almost immediately, she told them her favorite color was yellow, and she loved red pandas. “Well, yellow and red pandas it is.” Tony smiled proudly. “Let’s make it perfect.”

Clint nodded in agreement. “And we’ll get your favorite dinner tonight.” He smiled when she got excited. They both helped her unpack the stuff she had, as well as the stuff they bought before her arrival. She was seven, and her birthday was the following month. “Any ideas what you’d like to do for your birthday?”

She stared at him for a moment, thinking. “I never get to stay up. Can I stay up to watch the ball drop?” She asked. “It sounds fun.”

Tony and Clint glanced at each other before nodding. “I think we can arrange that. No big party?” Tony asked.

“No, thank you.” She shook her head. “I do like cake, though! My favorite is chocolate.”

“Chocolate cake is the best.” Clint agreed. “Sprinkles?” What kid didn’t like sprinkles?

She nodded. “Sprinkles. And ice cream? Please.” She smiled, hopeful.

Tony grinned, watching them together. “All the sprinkles.” Clint promised her.

“Thank you!” She smiled, going to set the doll she brought with her on her bed. “Perfect.” She nodded to herself. “Molly likes the bed.”

“I’m glad.” Tony chuckled. “Please let us know if Molly doesn’t like something, okay? We want you both comfortable.” He walked over and tapped her little nose.

She giggled. “I will.” She suddenly hugged his legs. “Thank you.” She went and did the same to Clint. “I like my new home.” She was bouncing. “No more moving!”

Tony wrapped his arm around Clint’s waist. “We’re so happy you’re here, kiddo.” Clint smiled. “We knew when we met you that you were meant to be our daughter.” He said proudly. “And we know that the others will love you, too.”

“I’m excited to have a big family!” She looked up at them. “When will I meet them?”

“How about now?” Tony offered. “I’m sure they’d be happy to.”

She nodded. “Yeah!” She had been told all about her new family, more than what she had seen on tv. “I’m excited.”

“Let’s gather them up.” Clint smiled and soon everyone was alerted to meet them in the largest lounge area.

Everyone was excited, each of them getting a small welcome home gift for their newest family member. Katie held each of their hands in the elevator on the way down. She jumped excitedly when she saw everyone waiting for her. “Hi!”

Nat smiled and waved. “Welcome.” She crouched a bit so Katie wouldn’t have to look up at her.

“You’re so pretty.” Katie hugged her. “You’re my Aunt Nat, right?”

She nodded. “I am. And I think you’re really pretty, too.” She handed her a box. It was a set of kid friendly bath bombs. “So you can relax and really enjoy your first bath here.”

“Yay! I love colors. Thank you.” She hugged her again, peeking up at Steve, Bucky, and Sam. “Wow, you’re tall!” She blinked, making the men chuckle. Bucky was the first one to come over and crouch.

“Hey.” He smiled softly. “Welcome home.” He told her. “This is for you.” He handed her a soft blanket.

She hugged it tightly. “Thank you! You’re Uncle Bucky.” It was clear she tried to remember everyone. “And you’re Uncle Steve.” She smiled as Steve came over.

“I am. We’re happy you’re here.” He handed her a set of coloring books. “If you ever want someone to color with, don’t be afraid to ask, okay? I love art.”

She nodded quickly. “Okay! Thank you.” Clint came over to help her carry her new gifts. This way as others have her something, it wouldn’t all fall out of her arms. Next was Sam. “You’re Uncle Sam. Can I see your wings one day?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled. “Anytime you want.” He gave her a set of 3D puzzles. “Thought you may like these.”

“They look fun.” She smiled as she looked at them. “Thank you!” She looked forward to trying them. Wanda stepped over next. “You’re Aunt Wanda. Your hair is so pretty.” She gently pet her hair.

Wanda smiled brightly. “You’re so sweet. I can do yours any time you want.” She promised. “We can have a girls day with Aunt Nat.”

“That sounds fun.” She smiled. “I’d really like that.”

“We’ll plan it.” She tapped her arm. “I heard you enjoyed dolls, so I got you this.” She handed her a set of barbies. “I’ll even play with you some time if you’d like.”

“Please.” She asked sweetly. “Can you braid hair?” She had learned not that long ago and looked forward to practicing.

Wanda nodded. “I can do a few braids.” She smiled as she got excited. “It’ll be part of our girls day.” She promised. “How’re you liking your new room?”

“The bed is so big!” She bounced. “I love it. This is a nice home.” Her tone made everyone a bit emotional. “And I don’t have to worry about Molly.” She said happily and looked for Clint and Tony behind her. “Right, daddies?”

Clint and Tony beamed instantly. “Right, princess.” Tony chuckled. “You and Molly are very safe here.” He nodded. “You’re the safest little girl on the planet.”

She bounced again. “I’m happy!” She clapped.

Clint lifted her with ease. “We’re happy too, kiddo.” He grinned. “We’re getting Katie’s favorite dinner tonight.” He told the others.

“Oh, what’s that?” Sam asked her. “Lemme guess… is it pasta?” He asked, making her giggle and shake her head. “Tacos?” She shook her head again, Clint smirking. He pretended to think. “Sushi?” He asked in a way it was clear he was being silly for her.

“Sushi is spicy!” She scrunched her nose. “And smelly.” She shook her head. “Yuck.”

Nat laughed. “She knows her food.” She smiled. “Is it pizza? Because pizza’s good.”

She nodded quickly. “Pizza! All kinds.” She said excitedly. “Did you know they make cheeseburger pizza?!”

“It’s a top five favorite of your dads here.” Tony grinned, nudging Clint. He chuckled when Katie seemed to get more excited with that. “He’s been known to put fries on top.”

She gasped. “Can we try that? Please?” She asked. “That sounds so good!”

Everyone laughed at that. “You really did pick the perfect kid for you two.” Steve teased.

Clint beamed. “Right? She also likes science. Not my specialty thankfully.” He chuckled. “That’ll be all Tony.”

Katie giggled. “I like things that go poof!” She made the motions with her hands. “I like Emily on Netflix. She makes science super fun! She once had them walk on eggs .”

“Definitely the perfect kid.” Tony rubbed her back. Leaning over, he kissed Clint’s cheek. Katie was happy to be in the middle of that. She had a big family now. “Let’s get your new toys put away and then how about I show you my lab?”

“Yay!” She cheered, waving to the others. “Bye!” She couldn’t wait to spend more time with them.

Everyone said bye at the same time, already attached to their niece. Nat turned to the others. “I think the tower is gonna get a lot more fun.”

Wanda nodded. “Another girl!” She said excitedly. “She’s the sweetest!” She gushed. “I’m gonna go find some kid friendly nail salons. They have those mommy and me places where they do both.”

Nat nodded quickly. “Great idea. I’ll see if I can order her a robe to match ours.” She smiled.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “The tower is gonna turn pink, isn’t it?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll want to paint your nails any color you’d like.” Nat teased. “And play with your luscious hair.” She added with a chuckle.

“Maybe add a cute headband.” Sam smirked. “Oh, get her a makeup kit.”

Bucky shoved him gently. “Yeah, alright.” He laughed. “I am looking forward to pizza and fries. Just separately.” He added. “Never thought I’d meet someone with tastes like Barton’s.”

“It’s cute.” Nat smiled. “It really does seem like a perfect fit.”

Walking into the lab, Katie squealed. “It’s so big!”

Clint laughed and looked at Tony who he knew was super proud right now. He was beaming. “Welcome to the lab.”

Katie looked up at Tony. “You’re so cool.” She gasped. “I’m glad you’re my dad!”

Tony smiled widely. “I’m really happy to hear you say that, princess.” That wasn’t something he ever thought he’d hear. Hell, he didn’t think fatherhood would ever be something he did. Especially with Clint by his side. That had truly thrown him for a loop. It all started because of a damn drinking game.

Clint passed everyone a round of shots after a day of paperwork. “Game ideas?” He asked, wanting everyone to have a good time.

“Something different.” Tony shrugged. “How about truth or dare? And if we don’t do either, take a shot?”

Everyone nodded in agreement. “You thought of it, you go first.” Nat told him.

Tony nodded, looking around as he thought. “Alright.” He licked his lips.

They had been playing for some time, and had their fair share of drinks. “Alright, Barton.” Sam smirked. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” He said confidently.

“I dare you to kiss Stark. Full blown kiss. Not a tiny peck on the lips.”

Clint shrugged, always up for anything. “Cool.” He scooted over to Tony, giving him a moment of warning before cupping the back of his head. Everyone was a bit surprised when Tony kissed back, tangling his fingers in Clint’s hair.

After a moment, Nat leaned towards Bucky. “Maybe...maybe we should leave.”

Bucky nodded, standing quickly. Sam followed when Clint managed to move into Tony’s lap. “Geez.” Sam mumbled, everyone stumbling out to let them be. That’s not what he had expected to happen. He thought Clint would have either taken a shot or gave him some quick lame kiss. Not...that.

Clint pulled away for air but moved to kiss over Tony’s jaw. “My floor is closer. Just putting it out there.” He flirted.

Tony thought for a split second and nodded. “Lead the way.”

No one had really known for sure if they slept together that night and didn’t think to ask until they officiated their relationship.

Clint gave Tony’s hand a squeeze as they watched Katie look around. “What can I touch?” She asked. She didn’t know what to focus her eyes on.

“Anything.” He had already kid proofed things. Anything that could hurt her was put up or locked up.

She instantly pressed things. Sitting on Tony’s favorite stool, she was mesmerized. Clint leaned into Tony. “We did good.” He said quietly. “Hard to believe this all started because of some drunken sex two years ago.”

Tony chuckled. “I’m glad you’re up for any dare.” He grinned. “Not how I expected things to go, that’s for sure.”

“Thought you’d hit me.” He admitted. “So glad you didn’t.” He let out a breath. “Things could have gone so very differently.”

Tony pecked his lips. “I’m glad I didn’t either.” He smiled. Looking over, he saw Katie climb off the stool and go to look at one of the suits.

“Wow.” She marveled. “So cool.” She gasped, still trying to wrap her little mind around the fact that one of her dads was Iron Man . She had the coolest parents! Hearing footsteps, she looked over to see Tony walking up to stand next to her, hands in his pockets.

“You’re allowed in here, whenever, okay? Just as long as someone’s with you.” He smiled. “I plan to get you your own set up over there. Just gotta finish cleaning it up.” He pointed to an area that had a few boxes.

She clapped. “Yay!” She dove into his arms as he crouched. “That’ll be so much fun.”

He hugged her gently. “Glad you’re excited.” He said softly, rubbing her back. “Anything you want to do before dinner?” He asked, figuring they had a few hours to kill.

“Can you show me the whole tower?”

“Yep.” He agreed. “We’re good at tours.” He stood and held her hand. “Let’s go.”

Clint took her other one, both of them happily showing her around. Every now and then they would swing her up a bit. Her giggles filled the halls. It was the perfect addition.

The guys were in charge of bringing dinner so they got the best pizza and fries for their niece. And then an ice cream cake with lots of confetti sprinkles.

“I brought board games.” Wanda came in. “We’re gonna have lots of fun!”

“Major party.” Sam held up some punch. “She deserves it. And isn’t her birthday coming up?”

“New Years Eve? Did I hear that right?” Steve asked.

Wanda nodded. “Yeah. I’d hate to have a birthday so close to Christmas.” She scrunched her nose.

“Double the presents for a kid.” Bucky shrugged.

“Because we can afford it.” She pointed out. “Imagine being a kid from a poor family who can’t really do much.” She added. “Then it’s likely a combined thing.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, exactly. I’m sure she’s had combined gifts before.” They’d been told you’d been in foster care since you were two, after all. And while you’d had some good homes, foster parents weren’t rich. Usually.

“I’m sure they’ll spoil her now.” Sam smiled. “We all will.”

Katie suddenly ran in, diving for Nat. “Aunt Nat!” She laughed as Nat caught her.

“Hi, pretty girl.” She smiled. “We’re gonna have a fun night. Uncle Sam brought punch, and Aunt Wanda brought board games.”

“What kind?” She gasped. “I only know two.” She was curious. “I know CandyLand and Chutes and Ladders.”

Wanda looked at her stack. “I have Candy Land. And then Trouble, Sorry, and Connect Four.” She held them up. “We can work on getting more over time.” She honestly looked forward to getting to help raise her. “And I think Uncle Bruce is bringing something back for you, too. He’ll be back in the morning.”

“Yay Uncle Bruce!” She cheered. “I’m excited to meet him.”

“He’ll like you.” Steve smiled at her. “No. He’ll love you.”

She beamed and clapped, thinking her new family was so nice. “Can we eat now? I’m hungry.”

Clint made her a plate, one slice with fries and one without. She climbed up on a chair, smiling. “Thank you!”

“Sure thing.” He grinned, eager to see if she liked it. She went for the one with fries first, wiggling a bit after taking a bite.

“Wow!” She munched. “Best pizza ever.”

Clint offered a high five. “Good to hear.” He grinned when he got a high five in return.

Tony shook his head with a fond smile. It was their first night as a full family and he was falling more and more in love with Clint. He never thought he could love this much. He never thought he would have deserved this life. Katie giggled as she made funny faces with Wanda. She already fit in so well. Tony had worried there’d be an adjustment period where she would keep to herself. Clearly she was more like him and was thriving. He was proud. When Clint looked over at him, he winked.

Clint grinned, winking back. “What’s up, handsome?” He asked flirtily.

“Just happy.” He smiled. “So happy.” He said lovingly. “Let’s eat so we can play after.”

“Play!” Katie cheered, having a ton of energy.

Once they tucked Katie into bed, Tony looked forward to relaxing together. They would listen in, just in case she got up in the middle of the night. They opted to watch something in bed before getting some sleep. They both changed and brushed their teeth before Tony pulled Clint to him. “You know I love you, right?” Tony smirked.

Clint laughed. “I do know, but yeah I like the reminder.” He grinned.

Stepping back, he got down on one knee. “So, will you let me annoy you for the rest of our lives and remind you every day?”

Clint widened his eyes. “Oh shit.” He grinned. “Yes!” He was floored. “Hell yes.” He chuckled. Pulling Tony up, he kissed him lovingly.

Tony smiled into the kiss and held him close. Life was looking up. He couldn’t wait to plan a wedding. “I’ll get you a ring soon.” He kissed him again.

“I’m happy with anything.” Clint mumbled. “As long as I have you and Katie.”

“You know I like to spoil.” Tony grinned. “Now let’s go cuddle up.” He hugged him. “Want to announce it over breakfast, or wait to take everyone out to dinner to celebrate?”

Clint chuckled. “I know you’d like a celebratory dinner.” He knew his now fiance very well. “Maybe a nice buffet?” He suggested as they made their way to their large bed.

“Sounds lovely, fiancé.” Tony beamed.

“When did you decide to ask? Like, just now or something?” He asked, curious. Tony either did things extremely spontaneously, or planned for ages. There was nothing in between with him.

Tony smiled. “Seeing you with our daughter.” He told him, crawling into bed. “Just watching you guys together. I had to ask you.”

Clint kissed him quickly. “That’s sweet.” He held him close. “If only the world knew what a sap you really are.”

“Only you could handle it.” He laughed. “It’s our little secret.” He pointed out.

“I guess for now.” Clint smiled. He moved to rest his head on Tony’s chest. “I look forward to calling you my husband, but I don’t want to rush the wedding, either.”

“I don’t rush anything, dear.” Tony teased. “It’ll be the wedding of the century!”

“As long as the color purple is in there somewhere.” He shrugged. Closing his eyes, he pictured Tony in a tux. He was excited to have all their friends celebrate with them. And now they had the perfect flower girl. Their little girl. “Perfect day.” He mumbled.

Tony smiled, nodding. “You do want a ring though, right?” He wanted to get him one.

“Show off that I’m taken? Yes.” Clint kissed his chest. “I am so damn proud to be with you.”

Tony beamed, never having a doubt that Clint always chose him and never felt ashamed or afraid of the fame part. It had been a bit of a worry at first- would Clint be afraid of being seen dating a man? Tony had no idea what his sexuality was until they talked about it. He’d never cared. Clint was Clint. He was a teammate and friend. His sexuality wouldn’t have changed that. “I’m more proud to be with you.” He smiled. “I get to say I’m with someone so damn amazing.”

“A hot mess?” Clint laughed. “Because face it, that’s me.”

“Definitely hot, that’s for sure.” Tony grinned. “Funny, too.” He added. “Best guy to hang out with.” He went on. “Guy with the biggest heart.”

Clint looked up at him. “Thanks.” He smiled. “Means a lot.” He said softly. “You could have anyone in the world and you chose me.”

“Every time.” Tony said confidently. “Even when we’re old and wrinkly.” He teased.

“Especially then.” He laughed. “So much to look forward to.”

“I am so happy we have Katie now.” He agreed. “I can’t wait to raise her with you. She’s a great kid.” He said happily.

“Our perfect family.” Clint sighed.

There was only one mission over the next month, and Clint had been the one to stay home with Katie. They had a blast playing games all day, Clint’s effort to not let her worry about her new family off fighting. It would take a lot of getting used to for her, and she was very excited when the others sent her a quick video for bedtime. “They’re so nice.” She told Clint. “I hope they come home okay.”

“They're really good at what they do.” He assured her. “Lots of practice.” He explained. “Maybe one of these days you can watch us train. Would that help?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She said quietly. “I don’t want you and daddy hurt. Ever!” Her arms went around his neck.

Clint held her. “We appreciate that, pumpkin.” ” He said softly. “We’ll always make sure we come home to you.” He promised.

“Good!” She squeezed him. “I just got you guys!”

Clint melted and couldn’t wait to tell Tony about the exchange. He knew that he’d be happy to know Katie loved them this much already.

“Can you read me a story?” She asked. “Please?”

“Of course. How about you get ready for bed and pick one out?” He smiled.

She nodded and skipped away. She hummed as she went, making him chuckle. She got her pajamas on, choosing her iron man ones for now. She had a set of all the team members' logos. Tony had them made for her, not really liking the ones on the market. She had been very excited when he gave them to her. “Ready!” She said eventually. She grabbed a book on her way to him.

“Great choice. Want to send a selfie to daddy?” Clint asked. “I’m sure that he’d love that.”

“Yes!” Katie beamed.

Clint opened up the app with the filters once they were both on the bed. “Which one should we use?” He smiled. “The puppy one? The heart one?”

She thought. “The heart one!” She pointed. “It has pink hearts.”

He clicked it and smiled next to her. She cuddles into him and smiled. “Perfect.” He typed out a quick message and sent it to Tony. “And sent.”

She smiled excitedly and got comfy for the bedtime story. It didn’t take her long for her eyes to start getting heavy. Clint stayed there for a while, turning off the lights. Smiling, he slipped out her her room and headed towards his own. He hoped Tony got the message okay. And that they would all be home soon. Katie was gonna make cards in the morning.

Sitting in the playroom, Katie was working on the last card she needed for when the others got home, and Clint was watching a movie on the other side of the room. She gasped and stood. “They’re home!”

Clint raised an eyebrow at her. “How do you know?”

She frowned slightly. “Oh. They’re not?” Did she get too excited? “No. They are.” She furrowed her brows.

“The team has landed and is on their way down to see you.” JARVIS alerted them.

Katie smiled. “See?”

Clint blinked. “That’s...interesting.” He stood and lifted her onto his back. “Let’s meet them by the elevators.” He gently picked up her stack of cards. “And we’ll have a nice dinner tonight, too.” He added.

“Mac and cheese?” She asked. “That extra gooey one that had lots of cheese in it?” She hummed. “Oh! Bacon on top?” She asked, hopeful. They found she really loved bacon.

“That sounds good to me.” He chuckled. “With garlic bread?”

She nodded. “Please!”

Tony walked out from the hallway, eager to see his family. Katie wiggled down and ran to him. “Daddy!” She giggled. “How’s your arm?”

He raised an eyebrow. “How’d you know about my arm?”

She pouted. “Cause you hurt it.” She said as if it was nothing.

“But I didn’t say anything, and it’s covered.” He pointed out, having not wanted her to worry.

She shrugged a little bit and hugged his good arm. “But you still hurt it.” It didn’t bother her that there was no way for her to have known that, and didn’t see the others looks.

Clint ran a hand through Tony’s. “You’re okay though?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just a surface scratch.” Tony waved him off.

“The princess made cards.” Clint let her hand them out. “No help from me.”

“Oh, no wonder they look so good.” Nat teased Clint and smiled at Katie. “Thank you!” She moved to hug her.

Katie squeezed her. “I’m glad everybody is home.” She had been worried the whole time.

“We are for a while.” Tony smiled. “I really loved the picture I got last night, by the way.”

She smiled. “We all have to take selfies!” She bounced. “And can we put them on my wall?”

“We can.” Clint chuckled. “Let everyone relax, and then we can do that tomorrow. Oh, how about we go to the zoo? And we can all do the photobooth thing?”

“Animals!” She squealed. “I like that idea!” She agreed.

“Sounds fun.” Sam nodded. “Always up for a relaxing day.”

“Can you help me plan my clothes in the morning?” Katie looked at Nat and Wanda. “You always look so pretty.” She loved getting time with her aunts. The week before they’d even painted her nails for the holidays.

They both nodded. “We sure can.” Nat promised. “Sleep over tonight, too?”

She bounced. “Yes! We’re having Mac and cheese and bacon!” She told them as they made their way inside. “With garlic bread.”

“I love bacon.” Bucky grinned. “Good choice, kiddo.”

She beamed and walked with them happily.

“Excited for your birthday tomorrow?” Bruce asked as she colored in his lab while Tony repaired something.

She nodded. “Yeah! I’ve never really had a party.” She smiled. “And I get to stay up to see the ball drop!”

“That is exciting.” Bruce smiled. “We get to have sparkling cider.” He told her. They’d got some fun games to do, as well. And they all looked forward to celebrating her 8th birthday.

“And sparklers!” She smiled. “And we’re gonna have cake!”

Bruce was thrilled to be a part of it. She had certainly made the tower feel more full of life.

“And ice cream.” Tony said suddenly. “Can’t forget the ice cream.”

“Ice cream.” She wiggled. “Vanilla?”

“We’ll have vanilla, strawberry, and butter pecan at your dad's request.” Tony smiled at her. “With all the toppings.”

“Sounds yummy.” She beamed. “Can we go play in the snow after?” She changed the topic completely. “It’s going to snow in an hour.”

Tony stopped what he was doing and glanced at her. “How do you know?”

Bruce blinked and quickly pulled up the forecast on his tablet.

“I dunno, I just know daddy.” She giggled. “Silly.” She focused on her coloring. “Daddy’s calling.” She said seconds before Tony’s phone went off.

Bruce made eye contact with Tony and nodded about the snow.

“Heya, babe.” Tony answered the phone. “What’s up?” He put his phone between his ear and shoulder to keep working. “Yeah, I should be finished by dinner.” He told him, smiling as he heard her humming.

“I say hi!” She told him.

Chuckling, he relayed the message. “She’s coloring.” He went on. “And has informed me it’s going to snow in an hour.”

“A lot!” She added. “A LOT A LOT.” She went on. “Taller than me!”

Tony still didn’t understand but told Clint, a lot. “Yeah, make sure you get home before then.” He was out getting last minute stuff for tomorrow. “I don’t want to have to fly out to get you.” He teased. “No matter how much you’d like that.” He laughed. “Alright. I love you, too.”

Katie got off her stool to go show Bruce her coloring. “This is for you!”

“Thank you. Can I hang it up in here?” He asked. “I know the perfect spot.” He smiled.

“You want to?” She asked, proud that he did. “Yes, you can!” She agreed.

“Great.” He smiled and went to gather some tape. “Right here.” He put it up.

“Perfect.” She agreed with a smile. It made her happy that her drawing was up in his lab. She hugged his legs before going back to her colors. Now she wanted to color for someone else. Maybe Uncle Thor who would be popping in tomorrow for a visit away. Nodding to herself, she decided to do that.

“Who’re you coloring for now?” Bruce asked, going back to his work.

“Uncle Thor! I want him to like me!” She smiled.

Tony chuckled. “He loves you, and we can put it up until he visits again. Just...remember where we put it in case that’s not for a bit.”

“But…” She frowned. “He’s coming tomorrow!” She looked at him. “He’ll be here after lunch!”

“How…” Tony put down his stuff. “How do you know?” He furrowed his brows.

Katie shrugged. “I just do?” She said easily. “Like I know two plus two is four. It’s easy.”

Tony ‘huh’d’. He wasn’t sure how to think. He doubted he’d ever get used to her just ‘knowing’ things. He didn’t want her to feel weird about it so he just smiled. “Then I guess we’ll see Thor tomorrow.”

She smiled back and went back to her coloring. Thor would be there for her birthday, and she was very happy. She felt special. “What’s Uncle Thor’s favorite color?” She asked without looking up.

“Mm, probably red or gold.” Bruce provided. “But I’m sure he’d like anything you colored him.”

“Okay! Maybe I’ll put glitter.” She nodded. “Everyone needs glitter!”

Tony chuckled. “That they do.” Even if it bothered the hell out of him and he was still finding glitter from family craft night two weeks before. It was funny when Sam found some on his wings one day, too. During a mission. Bucky had to shut off his mic because he was laughing so hard. It was now a running joke. Nat asked if anyone wanted to make a bet on who would find glitter in their gear next- everyone pointed to Tony. He’d been checking his suits since. That was the last thing he needed- to be shooting glitter. Even if it did come from his daughter.

“Done!” Katie held up her drawing.

Tony looked over. “It’s wonderful!” He grinned, making her light up. “Alright, let’s go start dinner for when dad gets home.”

She bounced over and nodded. “Okay.” She took his hand in hers, her drawing in the other hand. She waved to Bruce as they left. “What’s for dinner?”

“I’m thinking chicken and veggies.” He nodded. “How’s that sound?” He glanced at her. “I promise I’ll make sweet corn.” He chuckled, as that was her favorite one.

“Then it sounds good.” She smiled up at him. “Can I get the spicy stuff on my chicken?”

He laughed. “You say you won’t eat sushi because it’s spicy, but you like cajun seasoning?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She giggled. “It’s so good! Especially on bagels with cream cheese.”

“You have your father’s taste. Not mine.” He chuckled.

“Daddy said you have to be reminded to eat.” She stuck her tongue out. “He says that sometimes you just forget. I don’t get how you can forget food .” She sounded offended. “It’s so good!”

Tony laughed. “I apologize, princess.” He loved how she just said what she thought. It was refreshing. She was comfortable with everyone and it meant the world. He spun her, enjoying how she giggled. She was the best addition to them. “Excited to be 8?”

“Mhmm.” She nodded. “So old!”

“So old?” He asked, amused. “What am I? Ancient? What’s that make Uncle Steve?!”

She thought. “Uncle Steve is like a fossil.” She said innocently. “He’s so old, and so is Uncle Bucky!”

Tony laughed harder. “Oh, please you have to tell them that.” He encouraged her.

“I will. Because it’s true!” She smiled. “And it’s always good to tell the truth.”

“That’s true.” He smiled.

Sitting around dinner, Tony smirked at Katie. “So, didn’t you wanna tell Uncle Steve something?”

She nodded and looked at him seriously. “You’re super old!” She began. “Like a fossil.” She smiled. “But that’s okay because fossils are cool.” She said sweetly. “You and Uncle Bucky!” She added.

Steve blinked and looked at Bucky, grinning. They both burst into laughter at that.

Sam snickered as well. “You’re so right, Katie.” He grinned.

“I know.” She beamed. “And Uncle Thor is the oldest! Because he’s a god. I’ll tel him tomorrow.”

Tony smiled proudly.

“Oh, Thor’s coming by?” Wanda asked. “How sweet.” She never questioned how Katie knew things. She just accepted it. “About what time?”

“After noon.” She replied. “Are we still going to play in the snow before it’s taller than me?” She asked Tony.

“Yep. It’s your day.” Tony smiled. “We’ll finish up dinner and get bundled up.”

Clint held Katie on his back. “Throw!” He grinned as she threw a snowball at Steve. He ran away as it hit him. “Good shot!” He laughed.

She giggled and hung onto him, having a blast. She loved the snow. The others loved it now. They never had a reason to hang out in the snow before. “Can we go in and make cocoa?” She asked after about forty minutes.

“Marshmallows!” Clint cheered. When Katie cheered right back, he grinned.

Everyone made their way in and took off their wet clothes. “Can we watch a movie?” Katie asked, climbing on a stool in the kitchen.

“Yeah. Any suggestions?” Tony asked. He glanced at her as he moved around to make everyone a mug.

“Harry Potter!”

Wanda smiled. “That’s a good one.” She agreed. “Which one? Oh, how about every night we watch one? Start with the first?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah!” Katie grinned. “That’s such a good idea!”

“Wanda has the best ideas.” Nat smiled. “Followed by you.” She told Katie. She wiggled instantly. “Are you gonna wear your Harry Potter robe?” Her and Wanda had gone to find her a robe, but had spotted the little wizards robes and opted for that instead.

“Yes!” She beamed. “I want to be Hermione next Halloween.”

“We’ll keep that in mind.” Tony smiled. He knew they had more than enough time for her to change her mind. “Who should I go as?”

“You and daddy should switch suits.” She nodded. “You should go as him, and he should go as you!”

“Hey, that’d be cool.” Sam smiled. “What about me?” Hell, she could pick all their costumes.

She thought, humming. “What about Flynn? From tangled?” She suggested, kicking her feet slightly. “He’s cool. And funny. Like you.”

“I’m funny.” Sam said proudly and smirked at Bucky. “Unlike this fossil.” He teased, making her laugh.

“Uncle Bucky can be…” She thought again. She tapped her finger on her chin. “Aquaman?” She grinned. “They’re both rrrr.” She made muscles. “And have pretty hair.”

Bucky smirked right back at Sam, feeling he won at that. “I can do that.” He smiled at Katie. “What about Uncle Steve?” He was enjoying this.

“Superman. Duh!” She said quickly. “Silly question.” As if they should have just expected that. “Aunt Nat should be Poison Ivy.”

“Oh, I like her.” Nat nodded. “Excellent choice.” She grinned. “Should I be writing these down so we don’t forget?” She asked, curious.

Steve nodded. “Good idea.” He agreed. “What about Aunt Wanda?”

“Aunt Wanda needs to be a princess.” She stated, thinking of all the different ones. “She’d be a very pretty princess. OH. Belle. Or Ariel. Which do you like Aunt Wanda?”

“I like both. I think I could pull off Ariel better I think.” She smiled. “What about Uncle Bruce?”

“Since he has dark hair...maybe Prince Eric?” She suggested. “They’re both nice.” Which made the most sense to her. “Uncle Thor can go as himself! But in some armor from Asgard. He told me about it last time he was here.”

“It’s going to be nice.” Tony beamed. “Best Halloween ever. Our first Halloween, actually!”

“Tons of fun.” Clint agreed. He looked forward to throwing a Halloween party for any friends that Katie might want to have over, as well. He knew Tony felt the same. She was doing homeschooling with a tutor until the following year, so she really didn’t have friends her age just yet. Not like they knew many other kids. When would they get the chance to meet any? He decided to talk to Tony in maybe looking into some kind of activity for Katie. Maybe karate, dance, or gymnastics. See what she would like to try. He looked at her as he broke away from his line of thought.

She was listening intently to Tony talk about New Year’s Eve for an adult. She finally had her cocoa and was blowing on it at the same time.

Wanda slid her phone over to Clint to show him the pictures she had taken during the snowball fight. He smiled as he swiped through them. He would ask her to print these. He wanted to from some of them to put up in the living room, and the rest for a family photo album. He’d get as many pictures as he could. All the memories.

Tony woke up first the next day and gently poked Clint awake. Clint groaned. “Aren’t you the one that’s less of a morning person?”

“Yeah but it’s our daughter’s birthday.” He grinned. “That’s exciting!” He was all but buzzing.

Clint chuckled. “No coffee for you.” He stretched. “Or you won’t need your suit to fly.” He teased.

Tony laughed and pecked his lips. “I take that as a compliment.” He grinned, getting out of bed. “What should we make for breakfast?”

“French toast.” He automatically replied. “She loves French toast.”

“Okay, let’s shower together to cut our time in half?” He suggested.

“I’m going to assume you know that won’t be true.” Clint laughed. “We’ll take even longer.”

“Hands to yourself and we will.” Tony smirked. “If you can.”

“Doubtful.” Clint shook his head. “You can’t, either.”

“Fair.” Tony laughed. “So that’s a no on a shower together?”

“Nope.” Clint grinned and gathered his stuff. “Let’s go, fiancé.”

It was a great start to their morning.

Katie was in the kitchen with Sam and Bucky when Tony and Clint walked in. “Uncle Sam made me breakfast!” She said happily.

Sam beamed. “Morning.” He greeted them. “There’s waffles and bacon.”

“Well I can get used to this.” Clint laughed. “Are you gonna be our wife now?” He teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m the best Uncle.” He countered.

Katie giggled and ate. She was looking forward to that night.

Tony lifted her gently. “Happy birthday!” He kissed her cheek. “So, you’re 8 now. Gonna start looking for a job?” He joked.

She giggled. “I’d work for you!” She grinned. “And get to play in your lab with you! Oh, can I have my own Iron Man suit? In yellow?”

“In yellow? I think I could find something.” He nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks!” She smiled. “That’ll be so fun!”

“Yellow is an interesting choice.” Sam chuckled.

Katie grinned. “It’s my favorite color!”

“Yeah, Sam.” Bucky chuckled. “It’s bright, like her personality.” He tapped her nose. His face lit up as she giggled. “Alright. How about we all finish eating and then start our day?”

Tony nodded, grabbing them their plates. Today was going to be awesome. “Crafting this morning?” He suggested.

Katie nodded. “And then board games?” She asked, hopeful.

Clint smiled. “That sounds great.” He nodded, sitting down with his coffee and food. He wondered if she’d make it staying up that night. Or if she would nod off around her usual bedtime.

“What does everyone do when the fireworks go off?” Katie asked as she sipped her juice. “Just watch them?”

“Depends.” Bucky nodded. “Me and Uncle Steve used to make firecrackers and open them once the ball dropped. There was no ball then but you know.” He shrugged. “Your dad used to just party and have fun.”

Tony nodded. “It’s true.” He didn’t hide it. “Lots of parties. You’ll wind up hearing about them eventually.”

“Adult parties.” Clint added. “Ones you won’t see for a long time.”

She shrugged. “Adults can be boring.” She made a face.

“I hope I’m never boring.” Tony chuckled. “I aim to amuse.”

“Fair point. I don’t think you’re boring.” Sam laughed. “I think that gene is missing from your DNA.” He added. “Even when you get grumpy…”

“You get grumpy?” She asked him. “Like the dwarf?”

“So they say.” Tony smiled and shrugged.

“Very.” Clint nodded. “He gets snippy when he’s grumpy.”

“Only once in a while.” Tony laughed. “I’m human.”

Sam made a so so motion with his hand, making everyone laugh. “Mostly.” He teased.

“He’s right.” Clint grinned, earning a piece of bread thrown at him. “You have tech in your chest. That’s not human.” He pointed to him. “So, you are partially not human.”

“Who is all human?” Katie asked curiously.

“Everyone but Thor, your dad, and Bruce, I think.” Sam shrugged. He still saw Wanda as human, even with her powers.

“You too?” She looked at Bucky. “But...your super arm!”

He smiled. “Comes off.” He shrugged a shoulder. “And lots of humans have prosthetics, too. Mine is just...extra.”

She nodded. “That’s cool.” She smiled. “I like your arm.”

“Thanks.” He grinned. Having her like it meant a lot to him. He was afraid she’d be scared. He would have taken it off if that had been the case, only using it for missions. Easy decision for him. He fist bumped her when she held hers up.

By the afternoon, Thor had shown up and everyone was playing monopoly. Katie was next to the God, enjoying having him around. She thought he was fun and talked like a real prince. She hoped he stayed for at least a few days.

“How are you so bad with money?” Clint asked his fiancé. “You’re rich.” He pointed out.

“Exactly!” Tony countered. “How many times have you seen me up at three am ordering stupid things we don’t need from an infomercials?! Would anyone good with money do that?”

Nat snorted. “I’m glad you have assistants in real life.” She shook her head. “Or you’d be screwed.” She paused. “Is that why we have that weird thing in the kitchen that none of us have ever touched?”

“Yes. That’s a mug warmer that also is supposed to boil eggs.” He said without a beat. Everyone just stared at him. “To be fair, I think I’d been drinking when I ordered that.” He shrugged. “No big deal.” He waved it off.

Clint shook his head and went his turn. There was no one like Tony. He loved him so much. Once he was done his turn, he kissed Tony’s arm softly.

Tony smiled and kissed his cheek in return. He enjoyed that Clint loved him no matter his quirks. He never, ever tried to change him. That meant the world. Katie like that they liked each other. One of her foster homes, the parents fought too much for her liking. She liked that they were best friends! She leaned against Thor as they played. “Can I have a nap before dinner? So I can stay up longer!” She asked. “I don’t want to fall asleep and miss all the fun!”

Wanda smiled. “A nap sounds great.” She agreed. “We can make a fort and nap in it!”

“Fort!” Clint smiled. “Can I come to your fort?”

She thought and scrunched her nose playfully. “I dunno daddy, maybe it’s an all girls fort?” She pointed out. “No boys allowed?”

Clint pouted. “But I’m cool. I’ll bring snacks?” He tried. “The snacks dad puts up in a cabinet you can’t reach.”

Tony couldn’t believe the bribe and shook his head with a smile. He couldn’t wait to see what Clint tried when Katie was a teenager.

“Mm…” She thought about it. “Maybe…”

“And extra juice.” Clint added.

Nat laughed and shook her head. “You really want that fort, don’t you? Why don’t you make your own?” She teased him.

“I suck at it.” He said easily. “Can’t build a sturdy structure.” He shrugged. “It always comes right back down.”

Sam snickered at how sad he sounded. He honestly sounded bummed.

“I’ll teach you!” Katie instantly provided. “I’m really good.”

Clint smiled. “Thanks, pumpkin.” He chuckled. “I’d like that.” He agreed.

“Let us all build a mighty fort.” Thor chuckled. “It shall be a castle!” He lifted Katie as she cheered. “Do you have a crown?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She looked at Tony and Clint. “Do I have a crown?”

Clint looked at Tony. “That’s your specialty.”

“How?” Tony asked. “Do I look like I know where to get a crown?”

“Don’t play coy, man. We know you’re the drama queen of the house.” Bucky smirked. “And who else out of all of us could probably tell us where the most expensive jewelry can be bought? Because where else would you buy a damn crown?”

Tony huffed. “I guess you have a fair point.” He shook his head. “But no, I don’t own a crown. And neither do you, princess.”

She pouted. “Maybe for Christmas next year I’ll ask Santa.” She nodded. “You do call me princess.”

“She’s got a point.” Clint smiled at Tony. “Looks like it’s you who needs to buy her one.”

Tony shot him a look. “I’d be happy to.” He pointed out.

“Yay!” Katie cheered. “I can’t wait.”

Everyone sang happy birthday excitedly as Clint brought out the cake and candles. The family nap had gone well, and the fort was still set up. It was like a castle. Just as Thor had said.

Katie wiggled as she made a wish and blew out the candles. Clapping, she grinned around at her family. This was already her favorite birthday. “Best birthday ever!” She said happily.

Tony wrapped his arm around her on one side. “We’re so happy to hear that.” He kissed her temple.

Wanda got a bit emotional, happy that Katie was part of their family. “Let’s eat cake and open presents.” She suggested.

Katie sat excitedly and dug in once she had her slice. “This is so yummy.”

“Only the best for the best.” Tony smiled. She smiled up at him after taking another bite, thankful for him and Clint. They were the best. They were fun, and let her play in the lab. No one ever made her feel not welcomed. Clint had even showed her a couple spots to hide in when playing hide and seek with the others.

Everyone watched excitedly as she opened her gifts. She stayed playing with them for hours. Her favorite gift was a ‘sister’ for Molly and new clothes for both. Currently Wanda was braiding her hair while everyone watched the TV. “Just a couple more hours.” She told her. “Then the ball will drop.”

“So fun!” Katie smiled.

“Braid my hair next?” Thor asked. “It looks stylish.” He smiled. “And relaxing.”

“Sure.” Wanda smiled. “One braid, half a braid, the rest down, how would you like it?”

“Oh.” He thought. “Half braid.” He told her.

Katie went off to play with Clint when Thor took her place. He got her a toy bow and arrow and was showing her how to use it. Sam ducked as a foam arrow went past him. “I’m so glad those are basically NERF arrows.” He muttered.

The arrow had hit Steve and he nodded. “Yeah.” He picked it up. “Or this would be a very bad idea.”

“You have me to thank.” Tony laughed. “He would have gotten her the real deal.”

Thank you.” Sam and Steve said at the same time.

Clint chuckled and went back to helping Katie.

Tony smiled, excited for the new year. He had a ring in his pocket for Clint, to officially propose. He wanted to slip a ring on his finger this time. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures of them. “Will you help my brother when we get him?” Katie asked Clint before shooting another arrow.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and tried not to stare. “Uh.” Clint opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Yeah.” He decided to just agree. “Of course.” He nodded. “Care to give us a timeframe on when we get him?” He asked.

She nodded. “Next year for the new school year.”

“A nephew. How lovely.” Thor went with it, being around so many people who have abilities that he didn’t question it. And it never seemed to occur to Katie that it was ‘different’.

“How old?” Tony asked. If they had an idea, they could prepare better for him. She hadn’t been wrong in any of her moments of ‘just knowing’.

She grinned. “He’s gonna be a baby!” She told him, aiming at her little target. “He’s not born yet.”

“Cool.” Tony smiled and winked at Clint. “Guess we should get a nursery started.” He was excited.

Wanda clapped, loving this. “Another baby!”

“That’ll fix your baby fever.” Sam chuckled. “If you had your way there’d be a bunch of kids running around.” He nudged her playfully.

Wanda smiled. “I always wanted a big family. I’m happy I’ve got one.” She nudged him back. “Kids are great.”

“They are.” Thor agreed. “I adore being around them. They’re so free.” He smiled widely. “And clearly fun to have around.” He caught a foam arrow. “And keep you aware of your surroundings.” He laughed.

“Sorry.” Katie giggled. “I’m trying to hit the target.”

“You need more practice.” Clint smiled. “But not bad for a start.” He wanted to be encouraging.

“You’re gonna be the best.” Tony nodded. “Maybe one day you’ll be better than your dad.”

She gasped. “Better?” She couldn’t fathom that. “Whoa.”

Clint nodded in agreement. “I know you can.” He crouched. “Just keep practicing.”

She beamed. “Okay!” She could do that, she thought that this was fun. She wanted to be a superhero, too. “I’ll practice all the time!”

Clint smiled proudly and continued helping her. Finally, she put her bow and arrows away to go color. She was completely awake up until 11:30. Then she started to nod off. She was fighting it as hard as she could. She was determined to make it.

Thor watched her fall asleep on the couch and chuckled. “So close to making it.” He glanced over to see Wanda also asleep against Nat. “Looks like it may be a sleepover in the living room.”

“The fort is comfy.” Steve nodded. “Should we move them?”

Thor nodded and stood to move Wanda. She curled into him, making him chuckle.

“She looks so small.” Nat laughed. “Makes it look like there’s already two kids in the house.”

Sam smiled. “She’s like a big kid when she relaxes.” She deserved it, however.

Clint moved Katie at the same time. “They were so close.” He smiled. “She tried. Maybe next year.”

“Maybe.” Tony agreed. He helped get them tucked in. He sat back with Clint when he returned to the couch. He put his arm around him, looking forward to properly proposing at midnight. He hoped Clint liked the ring. He’d put a lot of thought into it.

Thor brought in some snacks for his friends, hoping they all had a nice celebration. “Sustenance!” He chuckled.

“Oh.” Clint grabbed one. “Thanks!” He grinned.

Nat shook her head and happily watched the performances on the TV. This was so different compared to all the years before. They’d had a few parties or had been guests at some. Rarely had it been just their family. They never just hung out. It was nice. . She looked forward to more holidays like this.

When the countdown was close, Tony stood. He reached for Clint’s hand.

Clint smiled widely and stood as well. It was about to mark another New Year spent with the man he loved. He was ready to kiss him. And start preparing for their apparently growing family.

Tony surprised everyone by sinking to a knee. They knew they were engaged, but hadn’t expected him to pull out a ring.

Clint raised his eyebrows. “Huh?” He blinked.

“I wanted to do this the right way. I promised you a ring, and had one designed.” Tony grinned. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course.” Clint smiled widely. “I’d love to marry you!”

Their friends clapped excitedly as the ball had dropped. Tony pulled Clint up into a loving kiss, smiling into it. Things were truly looking up.

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waltermis · 5 months ago

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urdreamydoodles · 2 months ago

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MCU Characters x Reader (Part.1)

How they react when you are angry with them (Part.1)

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker (Tom H.), Stephen Strange & Thor Odinson

I'm back in my MCU era, thanks to Agatha All Along, so expect a lot of MCU headcanons, feel free to request those!

Tony Stark

- When you’re angry with Tony, he’s a little stunned. He’s used to being able to charm his way through things or brush issues off with a joke, but the moment he realizes you’re genuinely upset, he feels the ground shift a little. Tony’s mind races, calculating what he did wrong, and for a second, he considers ignoring the problem—but not with you. You mean too much to him, and he can’t stand the idea of pushing you further away.

- He doesn’t immediately know how to apologize, so he leans into his classic defense mechanism: humor. He’ll try to make you laugh, throwing out quips, hoping you’ll crack a smile. When that doesn’t work, he gets a little awkward, mumbling things like, “This is why I avoid real feelings, you know?” as he fumbles through an apology. He’s not used to admitting fault, but with you, he’s learning to swallow his pride.

- Tony goes all out when he realizes he needs to make it up to you. He’ll throw himself into making amends, maybe even a little too extravagantly. Expect some grand, over-the-top gesture—a private jet to Paris, a limited-edition piece of tech he’s been tinkering on, or a fancy dinner in some exclusive place with an outfit he’s bought just for the occasion. He’s not subtle, and he knows it, but he’ll do anything if it means a smile from you.

- When the big gestures don’t work, he takes a different approach. He shows up at your door, looking strangely vulnerable, with something small and meaningful. Maybe it’s a handwritten letter he’s scribbled out, confessing how much he hates it when things aren’t okay between you two. It’s raw, real, and completely unlike Tony, but he means every word. This time, he wants to show that he’s willing to put the ego aside for you.

- Once you finally let him back in, Tony wraps you in his arms and doesn’t let go. He’ll joke that he’s not letting you get mad at him again, and maybe throw in a flirty quip about “testing his limits,” but there’s something deeper there too. Being loved by you has changed him, and he’s willing to work on himself for the first time in a long time. With you, Tony’s found a softness he didn’t know he had, and he’s not going to risk losing it.

Steve Rogers

- Steve Rogers doesn’t like conflict, especially not with you. When he realizes you’re angry, he immediately wants to address it and resolve it, hoping it won’t escalate. He tries to have a calm, level-headed conversation, but he can see that maybe it’s too soon. Steve’s patient, though; he’ll give you space if you need it, even if it pains him to let go for a while.

- While you’re cooling off, Steve takes time to reflect, replaying the situation in his mind, wondering where he went wrong. He’s his own worst critic and can be hard on himself, especially when it comes to you. He’ll try to see things from your perspective, understanding that sometimes his old-fashioned sense of right and wrong can be rigid. He’s willing to bend if it’s what’s needed to bridge the gap between you.

- When he approaches you again, he’s soft-spoken and earnest, offering a sincere apology. There are no excuses, no justifications—just him, owning up to whatever hurt you. His gaze doesn’t leave yours; he wants you to know he truly means it. And as he speaks, he promises he’ll do better, vowing to always listen to you and consider your feelings.

- To make it up to you, Steve chooses something simple but thoughtful, probably something he knows you love. It could be as quiet as a walk through your favorite park or as gentle as a handwritten note tucked into a book you’re reading. Steve understands that sometimes, it’s the little things that mean the most. He’ll give you the space to talk, letting you vent if you need to, always steady, always attentive.

- Once the air clears, Steve is more affectionate than usual, holding your hand, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, grateful to be back in your good graces. He values trust deeply and doesn’t take your forgiveness for granted. Steve knows relationships take work, and he’s fully committed to making it work with you, one respectful conversation at a time.

Natasha Romanoff

- Natasha doesn’t like it when things are off between you two, but she’s used to people being mad at her. Initially, she tries to shrug it off, acting like she doesn’t care, maybe even trying to ignore it. But you’re different. You’re not just anyone; you’re someone she actually trusts, and seeing you upset with her hits her hard.

- Natasha is far more comfortable dealing with enemies than emotional confrontations, so when she finally comes to you, she does it in a roundabout way. She might casually ask, “Are we good?” as if it’s not a big deal, but the nervous tension in her voice betrays her. She’s not great at apologies, so her attempt is awkward but sincere. It’s clear she’s trying, even if she doesn’t always have the words.

- To make it up to you, Natasha doesn’t go for big gestures but rather something deeply personal. She’ll take you to a place she loves—a quiet spot on a rooftop, a hidden café she discovered, somewhere she can let her guard down. She’s careful, almost shy, as she opens up a little about herself, sharing stories she rarely tells. In her own way, she’s letting you know how much she values you.

- Natasha doesn’t usually do comfort, but she’ll go out of her way to make you feel loved and safe. Maybe she’ll surprise you with breakfast or bring you something she knows you’ve been wanting. She pays attention, after all, even if she doesn’t always show it. Little by little, she’ll find ways to let you know that she’s there, committed to making things right.

- When you finally forgive her, Natasha breathes a sigh of relief, leaning in for a hug that lasts a beat longer than usual. She’s not big on words, but she’ll whisper something soft and sincere, just for you. Natasha’s fiercely protective, and after a falling-out, she’s even more attuned to making sure you feel cared for. She’ll stay close, a steady presence at your side, her quiet way of showing just how much she values you.

Bruce Banner

- When you’re angry with Bruce, he’s instantly anxious, worried he’s done something terribly wrong. Conflict isn’t his strong suit, and he’s painfully aware of his capacity for anger. He’s cautious, almost timid, when he realizes you’re upset, giving you space and time. He doesn’t want to make things worse or risk saying the wrong thing.

- Bruce spends time overthinking the situation, dissecting every detail. He questions himself, often getting caught in a loop of self-blame, wondering if he’s ever really been suited for a relationship. But even though he’s scared of confrontation, he values you too much to leave things unresolved. He wants to show you that he’s willing to work through whatever the issue is.

- When he finally comes to you, Bruce’s apology is soft, heartfelt, and a little self-deprecating. He’ll stumble through his words, not wanting to sound defensive, and there’s an earnestness in his gaze as he tries to convey just how much he wants to make things right. He’s not perfect, but he’s open to listening and doing better.

- To make it up to you, Bruce goes for something intimate and personal. He knows you appreciate small gestures, so he’ll show up with something that reflects his feelings for you—maybe a small book he thinks you’d love, or a little experiment from the lab that made him think of you. He’s shy about it, maybe a little embarrassed, but it’s his way of showing he cares.

- When you finally forgive him, Bruce visibly relaxes, wrapping you in a hug as if he never wants to let go. He’s careful, soft, and almost tentative, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Bruce cherishes the trust you give him and is deeply grateful to have someone willing to weather his insecurities. He might even joke, “You’re way too patient with me,” but the gratitude in his voice is genuine.

Clint Barton

- When Clint realizes you’re angry with him, his first reaction is a mix of regret and a slight laugh. He can’t believe he’s managed to mess things up this badly with you, of all people. He knows he tends to joke around a bit too much, so he tries to laugh it off at first, but when he sees how serious you are, his grin fades. He’ll look a bit awkward, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing he’s got some work to do.

- Clint’s never been one to give big, elaborate apologies. Instead, he’ll pull you aside, speaking quietly and genuinely. He’ll admit that he messed up, explaining that sometimes he forgets to take things seriously or considers others’ feelings the way he should. It’s a simple, heartfelt apology, showing his honest side that not many people get to see.

- Once he’s apologized, Clint is all about making you laugh. He’ll start cracking jokes, doing his best impressions, and even pull some ridiculous faces just to get a reaction out of you. Clint knows humor is his best weapon, and he’s shameless about using it if it means making things right. He’s determined not to let you stay mad at him for long, no matter what it takes.

- When his jokes don’t quite cut it, Clint switches gears and puts effort into something he knows will mean a lot to you. He’s a guy who pays attention to the little things, so he’ll show up with your favorite takeout, a warm blanket, or maybe even a funny book he picked up just for you. He knows that it’s the small gestures that can speak volumes.

- After things settle down, Clint wraps you in a warm, comfortable hug, one arm wrapped around your shoulder, making you feel like everything’s back to normal. He’ll joke about how lucky he is that you put up with him, throwing in a wink, but there’s a hint of seriousness behind his words. Clint doesn’t take his relationships for granted, and he’s grateful you’re in his life, even when he messes up.

Bucky Barnes

- Bucky’s heart sinks when he sees that you’re angry. He’s used to pushing people away, and now that he’s got you, he’s terrified of losing you over a misunderstanding. Bucky’s first instinct is to retreat, his mind already whispering that maybe he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve you. He’ll avoid confrontation if he can, hoping things might smooth over on their own.

- But when he realizes he needs to talk to you, he’s hesitant, nervous, almost as if he’s bracing himself for rejection. Bucky approaches you carefully, speaking in a low, almost shy voice. He struggles with apologies, but he looks you in the eyes, opening up about how hard he finds it to express his feelings. He’s used to running, and being with you is the first time he’s tried not to.

- Bucky tries to make it up to you in the most low-key, thoughtful way possible. He’s not one for grand gestures, but he’ll do something meaningful and heartfelt, like leaving you a note explaining how much you mean to him or bringing you something that he knows you love. He’s nervous about whether it’ll be enough, hoping you can see the sincerity in his actions.

- When he feels things softening between you, Bucky relaxes just a little, offering his support in any way you need. He’ll stay close, maybe cooking a meal for you or sitting quietly with you, sharing a comfortable silence. He wants you to know that he’s there, without needing to say much, because he’s always believed that actions speak louder than words.

- When you finally forgive him, Bucky is beyond relieved. He’s more open with his affection, drawing you into a tight embrace, his touch lingering as if he’s afraid to let go. He knows he doesn’t have many people he can count on, but he’s grateful that he can count on you. Bucky’s still working on believing he deserves happiness, but having you in his life makes him want to try.

Sam Wilson

- Sam immediately notices when you’re angry, and his first instinct is to find out what’s going on. He’s straightforward and doesn’t like tension hanging in the air, so he’ll ask, “Alright, what did I do?” in his calm, genuine way, hoping you’ll be willing to talk it out. He’s good at reading people, but he wants to hear it from you directly.

- Sam listens intently when you explain what’s bothering you, nodding and giving you his full attention. He’s respectful and thoughtful, making sure you know he understands where you’re coming from. He’s not the type to dodge blame; if he’s at fault, he’ll own up to it right away. There’s no defensiveness, no excuses—just an honest desire to make things right.

- To make it up to you, Sam takes you on a simple, meaningful outing—something where the two of you can connect and have fun. He’s all about shared experiences, so maybe it’s a long walk, a favorite food spot, or even a small adventure he’s planned just for you. He’s careful, attentive, making sure the focus is on you and helping you feel valued.

- When things calm down, Sam offers a mix of humor and reassurance, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and promising to do better. He’ll look you in the eyes and say something like, “I don’t like seeing you mad. Tell me if I mess up again.” He’s genuine and open, showing you he wants to grow from this experience and be a better partner.

- Once everything’s back to normal, Sam goes the extra mile, making sure you’re laughing and relaxed. He’s always there to lift you up, pulling you in for a warm, affectionate hug and giving you his full, unwavering attention. Sam’s presence is solid, reassuring, and he’ll make sure you know just how much he values having you in his life.

Peter Parker (Tom H.)

- Peter’s heart sinks when he realizes you’re angry with him. He’s young, a little clumsy with emotions, and absolutely hates the idea of upsetting you. His mind starts racing, thinking of everything he could have done wrong. He gets a little panicked, maybe even rambling apologies before he knows what’s going on, hoping you’ll give him a chance to explain.

- When you tell him what’s bothering you, Peter listens carefully, nodding along with wide, earnest eyes. He’s genuinely sorry, his voice soft as he stumbles through an apology. He’s never been great at handling relationship tension, but he’ll try his best to make sure you know how much he cares and how sorry he is for letting you down.

- To make it up to you, Peter goes for something heartfelt, maybe even a bit awkward, but completely sincere. He’ll show up at your window with a little homemade gift, something quirky and thoughtful—perhaps a playlist he made just for you or a funny little gadget he put together in the lab. He’s earnest, a little shy about it, hoping you’ll see how much effort he’s putting in.

- Peter spends extra time trying to lift your spirits, using every ounce of his playful personality to make you laugh. He’ll crack jokes, do silly impressions, or even attempt a bad dance routine just to get you smiling again. He knows he’s a bit of a dork, but he doesn’t mind if it means cheering you up. Peter’s all about making you feel comfortable and loved.

- When you finally forgive him, Peter’s face lights up with relief. He’ll pull you into a warm, enthusiastic hug, holding you close and babbling about how he’s “the luckiest person in the world” to have someone like you. He’s young, optimistic, and just incredibly happy that you’re not mad anymore. To Peter, you’re his world, and he’ll always do whatever it takes to make you feel special.

Stephen Strange

- When Stephen realizes you’re angry with him, he’s a bit taken aback. He’s used to being right and doesn’t often see things from others’ perspectives, so it takes him a moment to understand the weight of the situation. His initial reaction might even be a little defensive, but he quickly catches himself, knowing that with you, he has to try harder to listen and understand.

- Stephen struggles with apologies, often trying to explain away his actions or getting caught up in technicalities. He’s intelligent and analytical, but that doesn’t always work when emotions are involved. Eventually, though, he manages to offer a genuine apology, admitting that he’s not always the easiest person to be with and that he respects you enough to take responsibility.

- To make things right, Stephen will probably use a bit of magic to create something special just for you. It might be a small charm to keep you safe, a little illusion to make you smile, or even a glimpse into some place you’ve always wanted to see. It’s his way of saying he cares, using the one skill he knows best to bring you a little joy.

- As he tries to smooth things over, Stephen is careful, more attentive than usual, and visibly trying to understand your emotions. He may not be great at expressing his own feelings, but he’s willing to try if it means keeping you close. He’ll listen to you, nodding thoughtfully, and maybe even opening up a bit about his past mistakes and how much he values you.

- Once you forgive him, Stephen is visibly relieved, though he keeps it subtle. He gives you a small smile and pulls you close, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wraps his arms around you. He might even joke, “Guess I need to work on my bedside manner,” but there’s genuine affection behind his words. Stephen knows he’s lucky to have you, and he’s determined to keep learning how to love you better.

Thor Odinson

- Thor is visibly surprised when he realizes you’re angry with him. He’s naturally cheerful and doesn’t take most things too seriously, so the idea that he’s done something to upset you takes him off guard. At first, he tries to brush it off with a booming laugh, but when he sees the seriousness in your eyes, his smile fades. He immediately wants to fix things, willing to do whatever it takes to get you to smile again.

- Thor is quick to apologize, his voice earnest as he promises he didn’t mean to hurt you. He’s not one to overthink things, but he’s deeply sincere, and his apologies come straight from the heart. He’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he values you and never meant to cause any harm, his words laced with the kind of honesty that only Thor can deliver.

- To make it up to you, Thor goes all out. He’ll sweep you off on a grand adventure, maybe a spontaneous trip to Asgard (or at least what remains of it), or he’ll bring you somewhere beautiful and awe-inspiring. Thor loves to celebrate life and wants to remind you of all the incredible experiences the two of you can share. His enthusiasm is infectious, and he hopes that a bit of excitement will make things right.

- As you spend time together, Thor is extra affectionate, showering you with praise and hugs. He’s genuinely sorry and makes sure you feel loved and appreciated, maybe even telling you tales of his own mistakes and what he’s learned from them. He might tease himself a bit, but it’s all to make you laugh and remind you of his dedication to you.

- When you finally forgive him, Thor’s smile lights up the room. He laughs, pulling you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet, and spinning you around. There’s nothing subtle about his relief and joy, and he’s not afraid to show it. Thor values you immensely and will do everything he can to make sure you know how much you mean to him, promising that he’ll try to be a little more mindful in the future.

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literaryavenger · 7 months ago

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You Were My Sunshine

Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.

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“Have a good day.” Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.

You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.

“So, we’re really just accepting this?” Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and he’s sure you can’t hear him.

“Yes, Buck.” Steve says firmly.

“But-” Bucky’s protests are cut off by Tony.

“She’s entitled to her privacy.” He says firmly. “Just let it go, Frosty.”

Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.

You’ve always been an open person, you’re always there for everybody that needs you and you’re not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.

Your life is an open book.

Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.

You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you don’t use credit cards anywhere.

It’s like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.

At least that’s how the team sees it.

They’ve all tried to figure out where you go, but that’s the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:

Don’t worry about it.

After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it.

Everyone except Bucky.

It’s not like you’re that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.

Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.

That’s why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t follow you, that you’re allowed to have your secrets. But he can’t help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane.

He just needs you. to know.

So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, it’s one of his favorite places to visit when he’s in the city.

He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like you’re looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.

You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. ‘Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince’, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because he’s talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Bucky’s favorites.

You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.

Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky you’re too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.

He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.

Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you can’t really see him unless you were really looking for him. But you’re so engrossed in reading that Bucky’s sure he could sit next to you and you wouldn’t even realize it.

He knows you get like that when you’re reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times you’ve read them already.

Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.

It’s actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?

But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something you’d done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when you’re so into the words you’re reading.

So why do it in secret?

After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the book’s trance and gather your things before getting up.

Bucky frowns when you don’t get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Bucky’s never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you can’t see him.

He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. It’s clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like you’re pretty close to them even though he’s never even heard you mention this place before. When you’re done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesn’t want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.

After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and he’s surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.

It’s clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.

So why don’t the Avengers?

You looked so comfortable with all the people you’ve met today, Bucky can’t help but think that maybe you don’t feel like you belong on the team.

You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.

He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.

He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.

“Hi, mom…” You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Bucky’s sure it’s a forced smile. “Happy birthday.”

You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadn’t eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.

“So…” You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.

A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.

Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.

You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.

“So, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.” You say with a small smile. “It’s our favorite, hadn’t read it in a while.”

Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.

“It took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.” You say with a small chuckle. “It’s like 400 pages in, don’t judge me.”

Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He can’t help but find you adorable.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. “That’s what you told me when I was scared of the dark…” You say quietly with a smile.

“And that’s what you told me before you…” You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.

That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.

He’s more than surprised that he didn’t know your mother died, and he’s pretty sure the rest of the team doesn’t know either.

Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.

But Bucky’s even more surprised to see you breaking down, something you’ve never done before. You’re cheery, you’re bubbly, you’re everyone’s little ray of sunshine.

And it breaks Bucky’s heart to know you’ve been falling apart when you’re by yourself all these years.

“I’m sorry I only come here once a year, I just…” You start, so quietly that Bucky’s glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. “I miss you so much and I can’t… I can’t bear this.”

He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you can’t stop crying.

“I’m trying to be the person you loved…” You say after a moment of silence. “Your little ray of sunshine.” You chuckle softly through the tears.

It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. It’s how you’ve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

You are my sunshine

Bucky’s thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing.

My only sunshine

Bucky knows this song. It’s a lullaby that he’s heard you sing once before.

Clint’s family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.

You probably didn’t realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and it’s not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clint’s room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.

You make me happy, when skies are gray

You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Bucky can see you’re having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.

Please don’t take… My sunshine… Away

Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.

Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these.

Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...

Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey…” He says quietly.

His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.

Bucky didn’t expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.

“Goddammit, Bucky!” You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.

For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.

“Did you fucking follow me?!” Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.

“I…” Bucky doesn’t know what to say. He knows he’s in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what?!” You snap at him. “You didn’t understand what the meaning of privacy is?!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, he’s never seen you this angry at anyone that’s not an enemy and surely never at him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says quickly. “I’m sorry, I was just curious, I didn’t think this would be it, I thought…”

“You thought what?” You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I thought maybe you were a supervillain…” He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. “Or a stripper.”

His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand he’s just joking before you actually punch him in the face.

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.

“I really am sorry…” He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. “I know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didn’t plan on bothering you at all, which doesn’t make what I did better,” He quickly adds when he sees you’re about to say something.

“But when I saw you crying, I just… I couldn’t help myself.” He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. “You’re always there for everybody, I don’t think it’s fair that you don’t let anybody be there for you.”

You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know he’s right, you don’t let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.

But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...

So you let him.

You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.

“She died when I was 14.” You say quietly. “I only had her, so I was on my own after that…”

Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.

“A few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressed…” You have a faint smile at the memory although it’s clear you’re about to cry again. “They offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I don’t know… I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering.

“Doll…” He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. “It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.”

His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way he’s looking at you so lovingly, it’s all too much for you and can’t hold back your tears anymore.

With a broken sob, you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.

In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes it’s not like you don’t feel like you belong with the Avengers.

This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because you’ve always had to.

And he’ll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year ago

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teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!”

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer.

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…”

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…”

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest.

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning.

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…”

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask.

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from.

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?”

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.”

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?”

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?”

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!”

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…”

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!”

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.”

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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