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[indorset]

Masterlist

For Science: How Newt discovered the effects of a Murtlap's bite.

Here With You: You are the Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts and Newt paid a visit.

In Dorset: You first met Newt on a stormy summer day.

[the-underthinker]

The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts.

MINI SERIES

Part 2: Daddy Bucky can get it, just sayin’

Description: Bucky’s been undercover for a little over six months now, and the the man is exhausted to say the least. But before he can go home he must capture the enemy before he can escape and disappear off the face of the earth for good. The only thing is, he needs help to do that. So who other than two of the greatest avengers (Y/n and Peter’s words, not his) to help him out.

Pairings: Enhanced!Reader x Avengers (Platonic), Enhanced!Reader x Bucky Barnes (tiny smidge? maybe? he won’t admit it lol)

Warnings: idiocy, foul language, randomness, crack, humor, slight flirting? A whole lot of spelling errors and grammar mistakes, oops. 

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The wind blew harshly all around Bucky as he trudged up a snowy hillside in the middle of Russia. He was making his way toward a secluded warehouse where he was to meet the others. His skin was glazed over in a light blanket of ice that was beginning to harden all around his body, snow had etched itself into every crevice of his beard, and fingernails. Grunting in annoyance, he chipped at the ice that was beginning to grow like a rash rapidly around his body. He thought he’d be able to tolerate the harsh freeze that bordered him, but moments like this reminded him that maybe he’d never be able to look at snow the same again.

It was supposed to be two weeks in Portugal where he would only be tailing his target, then finding the right moment where he would get the intel (with the help of an inside source that was cooperating with Shield), and finally head back home where he’d make a nice big cup of tea and cuddle Alpine to sleep, with his favorite show (Golden Girls) in the background. 

But you don’t always get what you wish for, trust him, he would know.

Said ‘inside source’ was squealing behind their backs, and plans had to be rearranged from two weeks that turned into two months, then four—now he’s in the middle of Russia six months later playing a cat and mouse game he quite frankly did not sign up for. 

Six months without Alpine and he was in desperate need of cat cuddles.

Bucky sighed, this would not be easy.

Because although he was finally given the ‘Green Light’ to take out these criminals he was not allowed to proceed without a witness. Shield still didn’t trust him and would not allow him to make any move without monitoring it in the event that “he” decided to come out and play. So, instead of sending Steve, or even Tony, they decided that the best option, the ‘best team’ that would help prevent him from “going all psycho winter on us” (definitely not his words) were to send the most unhinged and incredibly unstable humans of all. 

“Bucky, over here!” 

Bucky sighed once more, the weight of the snow on his boots did not compare to the weight he now felt on his shoulders.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky trudged on over toward dumb and dumber as they flailed there arms around like baby geese. Giant smiles glowed upon there faces as he gave them a small salute in greeting.

“Ready when you are Sargent.” Peter said, as he stood in a way a proud soldier would almost slapping himself as he attempted to salute Bucky.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the young hero’s gesture.

“At ease soldier, don’t hurt yourself before we even begin.”

Peter laughed, his eyes crinkling like crumbled paper. He quickly gave Bucky a side hug and then moved aside just in time as Y/n hurled herself into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky laughed as Y/n wrapped her arms and legs around him like a baby koala. She quickly assessed him scouting for any sign of injury or pain. When all was good, she jumped off and patted his cheek gently while nodding her head in contentment.

Shaking his head at Y/n’s antics, he clapped his hands together ignoring the warm blush that began to appear on his cheeks.

There was no time to get distracted. It was time to get down to business.

****

Peter let out a big yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. His eyelids struggled to remain open as he nodded off into space.

Bucky chuckled, amusement coursing through him.

So much for the “best team” to help him out.

Bucky’s gaze then moved over to thing 2, where she was assigned to keep watch on any moving targets from a distance. Except he started to notice that she hasn’t been able to take her eyes off of him for the past few hours.

Each time Bucky caught a glimpse of her, she was staring at him with these type of fish eyes that were starting to creep him out.

Fixing his coat around the collar, Bucky cleared his throat as he adjusted the weapon that was ready to shoot at any given moment.

He wanted to ask her what her deal was, but he hasn’t been quite good with words for a while now. Before Bucky could muster up the courage to question her oddness at this time, Y/n spoke up after six long hours of staring and awkwardness.

“Daddy Bucky can get it, just sayin’.” Y/n stated, before walking a few feet in front of him and surveying their surroundings. Acting like she didn’t just almost kill Bucky with her words.

All Bucky could do was pound his fist against his chest as he attempted to recover from almost choking and dying from his spit.

Peter cackled in the background as he jumped onto the top of a snow covered boulder. His masked eyes sealed shut as he clutched tightly onto his abdomen. Laughing harder at the faint pinkish hue that painted itself on the canvas that was Bucky’s cheekbones.

Y/n turned back around, smirking at the sight in front of her. Fist pumping Peter as she walked by him to pat Bucky on the back as he continued to hack and pound on his chest like a gorilla.

As the trio continued to be distracted by one another, they failed to recognize a troop of figures heading towards them, their weapons aimed and ready to shoot when necessary.

Just when Peter was about to explain “beard burn” to Sergeant Barnes. The young spider-ling felt a tingle shoot up his spine and travel down his arms, causing him to shiver slightly. His Peter tingle was definitely tingling, and warning him about something.

Quickly he jumped off the boulder he was perched upon just before a stray bullet could land a hit on his shoulder. He yelped in fear as he made eye contact with an unknown figure just a few meters below him.

Grabbing Peter by the neck, Bucky dragged him a few feet back before grabbing his rifle and began shooting towards the enemy.

“Dammit kid, are you okay?” Bucky screeched, shooting bullet after bullet at the enemy. He’s eyes drifting to Peter, but not once missing a moving target.

Peter only nodded as he sat in shock behind Y/n’s form. Still trying to recover from his almost run-in with death. His pearls were clutched tightly as he started to mimic the breathing techniques shown to him by his therapist—Betty. She be proud of him with the way he was taking in gulps like he was finding a way to breath while sucking dic—

Y/n growled lowly, snapping Pete out of his NSFW thoughts. Y/n began muttering curse words under her breath as she caressed Peters head tenderly, hovering over him like a mama bear would her cub. Her hands skillfully maneuvered the weapon she held onto tightly as she landed kill shot after kill shot on each target she set her eyes upon.

“Son of a bitch” Y/n yelled, cursing as she attempted to head shot the damn enemy that just wouldn’t stay still.

Peter, now getting over his initial shock of almost facing death, grabbed onto his bestie’s shoulders as he hid behind her intimidating form.

“Not the enemy trying to shoot his damn shot!” Y/n screeched as a bullet flew past her head, causing her to see red as she threw her now useless weapon aside. With all the anger she could summon after almost witnessing her best friends death, she levitated the ginormous boulder Peter was perched on just moments before, and hurled it towards the group of hydra agents heading towards them.

The boulder was thrown onto the group of hydra operatives fiercely. The sound of screams blew through the icy wind around them almost like a bitter melody.

Bucky and Peter stood in shock, mouths agape as they witnessed the cliff the enemy troop were just on crumble as they succumbed to their deaths.

“Holy shit,” Bucky muttered. Shivering slightly, not only because of the cold wind that surrounded them like a blanket, but because he thinks he might’ve been a bit turned on.

Peter on the other hand only shook his head to rid away the surprise that was written on his face. He then ran forward kicking a rock towards the avalanche of snow that was making its way down the mountain. The slippery ice causing him to trip and fall flat on his face.

“At least ask us out to dinner first, bitches!” Peter said, his voice muffled from the snow underneath his mask as he raised his fist aggressively in the air.

I’ve been having writers block for so long now. This was bad, but I needed a filler to help me out fr 😭😆 thanks for reading! :)

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Pleasing Her, Pleasing Them

Natasha Romanoff x wife!reader

Summary: Nat finally introduces the team to her wife and daughter

Warnings: none I don’t think

A/N: Part 2 to Darlings and Darlings, hope you enjoy!!

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Word Count: 1.1k

Part 1

Natasha loved everyone on the team, she truly did, but there were elements to her life that she wanted to keep to herself. She liked her quiet domestic life, even if it didn’t fit the badass aesthetic she portrayed to her friends and the public. She knew that behind closed doors she wouldn’t hesitate to cuddle up to her wife after a hard day, whining whenever she had to leave the bed. She was a total softie when it came to her, but no one needed to know that.

Nat never really talked about work after she left the compound. It was an unspoken rule within the house and she had no issue abiding by it. So when her tiny wife padded up to her and asked to meet the team, she was a little shook at the request.

“Come on it could be fun!” Y/N whined “I’ve been on maternity leave for months and I don’t go anywhere except for a quick drive to the store when Hera needs some stuff. And you’ve worked with these guys for years. I wanna meet them” she pouted a bit and looked up at Natasha

Nat sighed as Y/N continued “And besides, Hera has an aunt and a bunch of uncles she hasn’t even met yet”

Nat chuckled a bit “I know, I just never thought you wanted to meet them or had any interest to”

Y/N moved closer to her and reached up on her toes to wrap her arms around Nat’s neck “I wasn’t at first but then you started to tell little stories of the stupid things those guys do and they seem like they’re harmless. They’re your second family and I wanna meet them”

Nat smiled softly and leaned down to kiss her forehead gently “I’ll talk to them and if they want to meet you and Hera, and if I think I can trust them, then you guys can meet”

Y/N squealed and pecked her lips multiple times “Yay! Thank you, I’m finally getting out of this house”

Nat laughed as she watched Y/N pull away and go down the hall to see if Hera was awake.

Natasha walked into the living room of the compound where everyone was watching a movie. Bucky and Sam were sitting on the couch, occasionally shoving each other to make the other move, Thor and Bruce were sitting beside each other on the floor, talking to each other about the movie, Wanda curled up beside Vision on a loveseat and Steve and Tony sitting beside Thor and Bruce.

Nat grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, turning to face the others who yelled out in protest

“The hell Romanoff?” Tony spoke up

“Shut up” she set the remote back down “You’re all already here and I have things I need to talk to you guys about” They all stayed silent and waited for her to continue. She let out a soft breath before speaking “I have a wife a daughter”

Everyone exchanged looks before looking at Nat who set her hands on her hips “You guys knew didn’t you?”

Steve spoke up “It was Sam’s idea to follow you,” he said quickly as Sam gasped “Wow, thanks asshole” “I told you I’d throw you under the bus”

Nat interrupted them and put her hand out to tell them to be quiet “Okay, I don’t care, I don’t even wanna know how you found out unless it stayed between the people in this room”

Sam nodded “Of course it did”

Nat sighed softly before Tony asked, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t tell you guys because I wanted to keep my Avengers life and my home life separate. And I wanted to keep both of them safe. Yeah, you guys are both my family but can you try and see where I’m coming from?”

Tony sighed a bit before nodding “I get it, I’d probably do the same”

Steve chuckled “What are their names?”

Nat grinned “Y/N and Hera”

“Hera? Like the goddess of marriage and childbirth?”

Natasha nodded “Yeah. Y/N’s big on greek mythology and with Hera being our first child, she thought it’d be fitting”

“Aw that’s pretty sweet, when do we meet them?”

Nat shrugged “Depending on our schedules, I’ll have to ask Y/N and I’ll let you guys know”

Steve smiled “We can’t wait to meet them”

The day came two weeks later after they were given a day off after a rough mission. It was an understatement to say that Y/N was nervous. She didn’t know what to expect being a room full of superheroes, but from what she’d been told, they seem harmless. She held a curious Hera in her arms who was looking up at the tall building, babbling and setting her hands on Y/N’s shoulders.

Natasha looked at Y/N, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You ready?” Y/N nodded “Yeah” Nat nodded before leading them inside and saw everyone talking in the living room.

Nat spoke up to get their attention “They’re here”

Everyone turned their attention to the two as Y/N smiled nervously “H-hello”

Natasha looked at her “Don’t be shy sweetheart” she turned back to the others “This, is my beloved wife Y/N and our daughter Hera” They all smiled at Hera who’s trying to hide from everyone by burying her face in Y/N’s shoulder.

They all cooed at the sight before Nat led them over to sit down

“How’d you and Nat meet?” Sam asked

“Um, it was around 3 years ago, and I was set up on a date and the guy didn’t show, so I decided to drown my sorrows in alcohol until Natty saw me and made me feel better, and the rest is history” she giggled as Bucky snorted

“Natty?” Natasha glared at him “Try that again I’ll kill you a second” Bucky quickly shut his mouth.

Y/N looked at her “Stop threatening your friends” she stated as she set Hera on the floor to crawl around when she kept squirming in her arms.

Bucky smiled softly as she watched her “She’s adorable. How old is she?”

“Almost 8 months” Y/N answered “Seems like yesterday she was just born and Nat almost missed it”

Natasha gasped a bit “I was almost halfway across the world on a mission, I was lucky the quinjet moved fast enough”

Y/N rolled her eyes before smiling and starting a conversation with Tony.

After getting home and putting Hera to bed, Y/N went and laid beside Natasha who was watching a movie. Y/N laid her head on her chest before looking up at her “I had a great time tonight. Everyone was so nice and so good with Hera she was so happy around them”

Nat smiled down at her “I’m glad you had a good time baby”

Y/N grinned “I did. I feel more connected to you now. It really does feel like you live two separate lives”

“I know, but I love both of them and now they’re connected”

Y/N nodded "And they will be for the rest of our lives"

[antiheroest]

WELCOME TO SHIELD!

❝ A strategic and innovative new homeland, meticulously designed to be the perfect oasis where you can start brand new beginnings without any intervention and create your own endings without enforcement, all by your own logistics ❞

CROSSPOSTED ON AO3!

Pairing: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ???

Warnings: dark bucky barnes, manipulation, dark themes, violence... (will be added as i go on)

A/N: this is heavily based on wandavision and don't worry darling... because who doesn't love fake realities?

WTS! MASTERLIST

— PROLOGUE

— CHAPTER 1

— CHAPTER 2

— ???

disclaimer: this WILL have grammatical errors. no, i cannot fix it. i don't possess the intellectual ability to do it myself.

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Little Push

Finally, people! I am back from my writer's block! This wasn't requested, I actually had this idea while cooking lunch today 😂 Hope you guys like it!

Guys, look at his hands on this gif! (please tell me I’m not the only one who finds hands attractive!)

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female! Reader

Warnings: tiny bit of angst with fluffy ending, jealous Freddie, I think there’s one swearword, tension with George if you squint, mutual pining, both idiots being oblivious, very cliche.

Word Count: 1,3 K

Angelina was on his lap. She had been for the past half hour.

“Merlin, (y/n)! If looks could kill, Johnson would be buried six feet under by now!”

“Shut up, George.” you complained, taking a sip of your butterbeer.

“You should just tell him, you know. He won’t know if you don’t tell him”

“I believe I already make it quite obvious, thank you very much! If he can’t see what’s literally in front of him, then I’m not the one who should do something about it.”

Finally looking away, you wondered how you got in this situation. You and the twins were best friends since your first year at Hogwarts, but you developed feelings for the oldest of them along the years. You never told him, or anyone for that matter, but every single soul at Hogwarts knew. Even Nearly Headless Nick came to talk to you about it, for Merlin’s sake!

The problem, besides your crush being oblivious, was that Fred and Angelina were getting closer and closer over the last few weeks, which made you distance yourself from the other two parts of your trio. Today, however, he marched into your dorm demanding you put your clothes on because you were going to Hogsmeade with them.

Everything was going perfectly fine until Fred decided he just had to get some butterbeer at Three Broomsticks and ran into none other than Angelina Johnson, the reason you had withdrawn in the first place. So, here you were, drinking butterbeer with George, sulking.

“I may have an idea, but I don’t know if you’re going to like it.”

“When do I ever like your ideas?”

“They are great ideas! Now, do you trust me?”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Of course I trust you, but we’re not blowing anything up!” he laughed at that and clapped his hands together. Pulling you for a hug, he kissed your forehead.

“It’s showtime.” He whispered just before pulling you into his own lap. You squealed in surprise, attracting some gazes, including just the one George was aiming for. You see, George knew Fred had feelings for you and you had feelings for Fred, but he promised both of you he wouldn’t say anything. Technically, he wasn’t saying anything… Just giving the little push you both needed.

“Just pretend it’s him, we’re similar enough. Though, I do believe I’m the more handsome twin.” You giggled.

“So, your plan is to make him jealous? You know this won’t work, right? In order for him to be jealous, he’d have to have feelings for me. He clearly doesn’t.”

“Just trust me on this.” You doubted for a second, then looked at Fred, who had a clenched jaw. Angelina was on his lap, but he was looking in your direction. ‘Is this working?’ you thought. ‘It’s worth a shot.’

Grabbing George’s hand, you started comparing sizes and giggling at the difference. To be completely honest, being with George was easy, he was one of your best friends after all. All you had to do was act a bit more handsy than usual. On his lap. Ok, it was a bit awkward, but George always found a way to make awkward situations fun.

He pulled you closer, pressing your back against his chest, and gave you a quick kiss just below your ear before whispering “Don’t look, but he just made her get off his lap.”

You looked. His body was fully turned your way, elbows on his knees, one leg bouncing up and down.

Your staring was interrupted by George, who grabbed you by your chin and pulled you close to his face.

“I told you not to look, you naughty girl. He might suspect.”

He brought you closer and closer, your noses now touching.

“Don’t you dare kiss me, George.” You muttered.

“I don’t think I’ll have to.” He smirked right before Fred yanked you off him, lifted George by the shirt and pushed him against the wall.

“What the hell are you doing? Have you gone completely bonkers?”

The idiot was full on grinning.

“I was just enjoying some cuddly time with Miss (y/l/n) over here, just like you were doing with Angelina. Nothin’ wrong with that!”

“Nothin’ wrong? Nothin’ wrong?! You know I- ” he hesitated, looking around at the prying eyes.

“I know you what, Freddie?” he teased, that smug grin still plastered across his face.

“Wait… You know. You know, so you’d never do this to me.” Realization spread across his features as he let you of George, giving his shirt a few taps and shaking his head. “You’re an arse.”

“He knows what?” you asked and he freezed. Going around him, you stood on you lifted your heels from the ground, cupped his face and repeated yourself. “What does he know, Freddie?”

He sighed and put his hands on top of yours.

“He knows… He knows that I love you. That I have loved you since the first moment I saw you on the Express with your silly little dress and a book in hand. I’ve loved you since you first looked met us and could immediately tell who is who, because you’ve always been like that, noticing even the smallest details. I’ve loved you since the first time you lied to McGonagall saying we were with you, when in reality you were in your dorm reading and we were pranking every living thing that crossed our path.” He chuckled, putting one hand around your waist, the other touching your face. Your hands slid down to his chest as he continued. “He knows that I have always loved you and always will.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Are you kidding? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would never ruin it. I wanted you with me, even if we were just friends. Even if you never knew and I never got to be loved by you, at least I still would have had the pleasure to love you.”

“I never told you for the same reason.”

His eyes might as well have jumped out of their sockets.

“What?”

“I never told you because I was afraid to lose you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, too. I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you at the Express. I remember you were wearing one of the sweaters your mum knitted, and you had just put a chocolate frog in someone’s hoodie.” You giggled “Eleven-year-old me thought that was the funniest thing in the world. I had never seen a ginger either and I thought your hair was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. I’ve loved you since our first class together, when you sat next to me and I scribbled the answers on parchment, too afraid to say them out loud, and you’d answer for me. I’ve loved you every single day since the first and I’ll love you till my last, Fredrick Gideon Weasley.”

“For Merlin’s sake, (y/n)! I told you never to say my full name.” he complained, and you started laughing.

He thought you looked so absolutely beautiful in that moment. Laughing and in his arms, it was all he’d ever wanted.

Leaning down, he kissed you. You were surprised at first, but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back.

You were in his arms and that was all you had ever wanted.

“That’s what I call a job well done! Cupid who? I think you mean George Weasley!”

Breaking your kiss, Fred looked at George and shoved him away. “Sod off, mate!” he turned back to you before looking at George again, “Thank you.”

“Anytime!” he said, turning around and whistling.

“No more secrets?” you held your pinkie up. Fred laughed before connecting his finger with yours.

“No more secrets.” He promised and kissed you again.

George would tell that story for the rest of your lives, gushing about how he made it all happen. You’d be forever grateful to him for that little push.

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finally a f*cking masterlist

Hola everyone and welcome to this hell site :) jk

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I hope this helps and maybe some of you amazing people have fun taking a look at my weird edits from 2018

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Darlings And Darlings

Natasha Romanoff x wife!reader

Summary: No one knows about Nat’s personal life, not even about her wife and newborn child

Warnings: none i don’t think

A/N: Any Russian in this story came from google translate so if it’s incorrect my apologies, let me know and I’ll fix it, hope you enjoy!

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Word Count: 865

Everyone knew not to pry into Natasha’s life outside of the Avengers. Last time one of them asked too many questions, Tony ended up with his face smushed into a glass table, and after that everyone learned their lesson. Doesn’t mean their curiosity wasn’t still peaking whenever she deflected from answering subtle questions. And it came to a head one day.

They were sitting at the table where they had their weekly meetings, everyone sitting in their usual spots. They were all listening to Fury go on and on about their past and future missions when Nat’s phone buzzed in her pocket. Not her work one, her personal one with only her wife’s number in it. She furrowed her eyebrows and opened it under the table, reading what was sent to her before abruptly getting up and leaving the room, ignoring Fury calling out her name for her to come back

“The hell was that about?” Sam spoke up. Steve looked at him and shrugged “I don’t know she didn’t even show any emotion” “Is she in trouble?” Wanda added as Steve shook his head “I don’t think so. It’s probably a personal reason”

Sam looked at him with mischief in his eyes “Perfect opportunity to spy on her” Steve immediately shook his head “No, are you crazy? She’ll murder us, with her bare hands, did you forget what she did to Tony?” Tony raised his eyebrows which disappeared behind his glasses “She gave me a concussion, and I think that was her being nice”

“Oh come on, she can’t keep everything hidden forever. And besides we’re like her other family and who keeps secrets from family?” Sam continued with Bucky looking back at him “How long did you keep the secret from Sarah that you worked here?” He smirked with Sam glaring at him “None of your business”

Tony rolled his eyes “Well you idiots can go have fun with that” he stood up from his chair “I want no part of it I like living, well sometimes” he waved at everyone before disappearing back down to his lab

Sam looked at the others “We’re so doing this right?” He watched Wanda smile and nod as Bucky and Steve rolled their eyes “I’m only doing this to make sure you don’t cross any boundaries” Steve stood up “Let’s get this over with”

Nat quickly pulled up on her motorcycle outside of a small, domestic looking house towards the outskirts of the city. It was perfect for keeping her and her family away from any danger that may come their way. She got off her bike before quickly going inside, seeing her wife sitting on the couch with their daughter who was on the verge of tears. You were also close to tears as you looked at back at Natasha.

“She’s not eating, her forehead feels warm, she’s been crying all day a-and she might be getting sick and I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry for calling you away from work, I know how busy you can be but I didn’t know what else to do-“ You rambled on with Natasha shushing you gently and coming over to lean down and kiss your forehead gently “Relax дорогой (sweetheart), I’m never too busy to help with you and Hera” You smiled softly and watched as Nat took the baby girl from your arms and smiled widely at her

“Hello немного любви (little love) you’re not feeling well hm? That’s okay” she stood up slowly and held Hera against her chest and rocked her gently, hearing her calm down a bit before she looked back at you. “I’m gonna go sit with her in the nursery, you stay here and take a break after you call the doctor and schedule an appointment for tomorrow to make sure it isn’t anything too serious” You nodded at her instructions and watched her walk down the hall to Hera’s room, talking to her in baby talk the whole way as you giggled at her actions.

Unbeknownst to you both, all of Nat’s teammates were sitting a car not too far away, using Redwing to try and peek into the house they saw Nat’s bike parked outside of.

“What do you see?” Steve asked Sam as he tried to look at the screen to see inside “Nothing much, just a woman on her couch on the phone”

Sam nodded a bit and watched the woman stand up to go to another room in the house, leading him to make redwing follow her to another window where he could peek in. That’s when he saw all of them, the woman standing beside Nat…who was sitting in a rocking chair, holding a baby which was asleep

“Holy shit” Sam exclaimed “Language” Steve reminded him as he kept watching “Is that- Nat has a kid?” “And wife or girlfriend by the looks of it” Bucky added

Steve smiled softly, happy that one of his best friends has a family. He can tell Nat is finally truly happy after all these years “No one brings up that we were here, otherwise I’m throwing all of you under the bus”

Sam chuckled “Deal”

Part 2

[promenadewithme]

Heyy, congratulations on 50 followers! Could you write something for Finnick Odair (fluff with a little bit of angst?) based on the lyrics "How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do, I'll be taking my time, spending my life, Falling deeper in love with you, So tell me that you love me too" from 'How would you feel' with a female reader. Please make whatever changes you want, absolutely adore all your writing :))

Ok so I loved this request because I love Finnick so much!! I really hope you like this! I'm sorry I took a bit longer to write this, I had a lot of uni work and studying to do this week.

requested by @boxofsilentwords

This is my first Finnick fic, so I'm nervous... Any and all feedback is more than welcome!

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Female! Reader

Song: How Would You Feel - Ed Sheeran

Warnings: Mentions of killing (nothing graphic), swearing, the hunger games, pining, fluff. Just before the 75th Hunger Games (Catching fire book/movie), but I changed the plot a bit so it would fit the story, Mags doesn’t go with Finnick, the reader does. 

Word Count: 1,2k

Divider made by me on @promenadewithme-graphics​

How Would You Feel

There were soldiers surrounding all the victors as you got up on the platform. Your whole body was shaking. ‘Why is this happening? I already won! I’m not supposed to be here’. You looked to your right and saw your best friend, Finnick Odair, and 3 other male tributes. To your left was Annie Cresta and Mags, who was squeezing your hand.

“As always, ladies first!” said the district 4 escort with a wild grin. You don’t understand how they slept at night, sending people off to fight to their deaths every year, watching like it’s fiction. These were real people, who had families, lives, dreams. You had dreams. 

The escort grabbed one of the envelopes and walked back to the microphone.

“Let’s see...” he opened it and with glee he exclaimed “(y/n) (y/l/n)! Come on over, dear!” 

You looked at Finnick with desperation in your eyes before giving Mags’ hand one last squeeze and walking away. You felt like the world around you was shrinking, like there was no air to breathe. The escort’s voice was but a whisper until your heard what you dreaded more than your own death.

“Finnick Odair!” you looked at your best friend with fear in your eyes. Most would be happy to go into the arena with an ally, but this was Finn. This was your Finn. Well, you couldn’t exactly call him yours, you two were just friends. But you have always loved him. Despite his many lovers, you always stood by him, hoping he would see you. He never did.

“May the odds be ever in your favour.” 

‘And let the hunger games begin’ you thought, looking over at Finnick. He was looking back at you with a plain face, but you could see the pure terror in his eyes. ‘The arena messes with all of us, no matter how tough or brave you are. What happens when you go in twice?’

“And those two are Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark from District 12, they won last year’s game.” depicted your escort. You and Finnick were staying at the tributes building. Fourth floor for district 4, as per usual. Over the past days you had come to terms with the fact that you were going back into the arena. That didn’t mean you weren’t scared shitless.

“What else do you know about them?” asked the man. You had watched the games last year. For the first time, you actually liked the victors. So you exposed what you knew.

“Katniss is a hunter, excellent with a bow and arrow, great survival instincts. Peeta is very strong and good at camouflage. The two of them are getting married. Well... at least they were before all this.” you frowned and Finnick scoffed.

“Do you seriously believe that they are in love? They must be jumping with joy that they get to call it off.” he shook his head.

“What do you mean? You saw the games last year, they are obviously in love. They were going to die together.” you refuted, turning to face him.

“Please! The two tributes that are chosen are actually secretly love each other to the point that they would die for one another, they both win the game and live happily ever after? This is the real world, (y/n). These things don’t happen.”

Your heart tightened, but he was right. The couple had given you hope that maybe Finnick would love you too, that even the worst situations could bring some sort of happiness. You now realised it wouldn’t happen. Your love was unrequited, the two of you were going to the arena, but only one of you would come out. If both of you weren’t killed, that is.

“You’re right, they don’t.” you frowned. Your escort continued to talk about the games and how to look good in the eyes of the public, but you didn’t care. It’s not like you’d make it out alive a second time. You barely did the first, in the 66th hunger games.

You went in a year after Finnick, you were so young and so was he. Maybe that's why the two of you bonded in the first place, having to be strong so early in life isn't something easy. Having to carry the weight of killing that young isn't either.

"Excuse me." you muttered before going to your room, Finnick following suit.

"What's wrong?" he demanded.

"What's wrong? Are you seriously asking me that? What's wrong?!" you exclaimed. "What's wrong is that we already went through this. What's wrong is that this happens every fucking year and no one does anything to stop it. What's wrong is that I am terrified that I'll die, or even worse, that you'll die. Because I don't think I can live without you." tears were streaming down your face as you continued, voice getting lower with each sentence "What's wrong is that I am head over heels in love with you, have been for years now by the way, and you never even noticed me."

You gasped and covered your mouth. What have I done? you thought as Finnick looked at you in shock.

"What?" he mumbled.

"Nothing, just please forget I ever said anything." you begged, going into the bathroom. Yet again, Finnick followed you.

"You love me?" he gawked.

"No?" you tried answering, but it came out sounding like a question. You wanted to dig a hole where you could hide, you were mortified. But when you looked at Finn, he was grinning.

"You love me!"

"Oh God." you hid your face in your hands "Please don't tease me about this."

You felt a pair of hands on yours, removing them from your face.

"Look at me." he whispered. You hesitated for a second, but did what he said. He was smiling softly at you.

"How would you feel if I told you I loved you?" he asked and it was your turn to be shocked.

"What?"

"It's just something that I want to do. Well, I've been wanting to do it for a while now. I just didn't know you felt the same." he confided and you grinned, but it quickly turned into a frown.

"What do we do? The games- We..." tears were forming in your eyes again. He put his arms around you in a tight hug.

"I'll get us both out, I swear I will." he vowed.

"You can't promise me that, Finn. There can only be one victor."

"There was an exception last year, why can't we do it again? But that's no what I'm planning. There's- " he stopped for a second "I can't tell you right now what I know, but I promise we will get out. And after that," he smiled at you, caressing your face "I'll be taking my time, spending my life, falling deeper in love with you. So tell me that you love me too."

You wanted to argue with him, make him tell you, but you didn't want to ruin the moment. So, you put your head on his chest and let him hold you.

“I love you, Finnick.” you mumbled into his chest, wishing it could last forever. Wishing you didn't have to go back to the arena or at least that the odds would truly be in your favour.

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[the-underthinker]

The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts.

MINI SERIES

Part 1: Don’t Mess with Black Widow

Description: Peter thinks you don’t have what it takes to complete a simple dare. You decide to prove the young spider-ling wrong, which leads you both to face some tough consequences.

Pairings: Enhanced!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Warnings: idiocy, randomness, crack, humor, a bit of angst maybe? (barely any tho). A whole lot of spelling errors and grammar mistakes, oops. 

- divider credits to @promenadewithme-graphics​​

You’re screwed.

You’re screwed.

You’re screwed.

You are so extremely, incredibly screwed.

You were never one to hold on to regrets, but after the stunt you just pulled your starting to feel them creeping in like the consequences of someone who was lactose intolerant. Dread filled in the pit of your stomach, and anxiety seeped through your veins.

Dammit, you had dreams, and goals you’ve been too lazy to commit to. Now—now you held no future of completing them. All because your dumb ass just had to royally piss off one of the most dangerous, most lethal, most deadly human beings on this planet. 

Natasha Romanoff.

God, this was all Peters fault. This was the last time you’d involve yourself with that raunchy-ass looking Charlotte’s-web wannabe’s activities. Sure it was a dare, and who were you to pussy out on one—that’s right, never. Although, you knew you should’ve listened to your gut the moment those words left Peter’s mouth instead of allowing him to egg you on with his proclamations of calling you a “chicken”, as he proceeded to flap his wings like one whilst he waddled in a circle. 

You and your damn pride.

You wheezed out a harsh exhale as you threw the door into the common room open, ignoring whoever it was in front of you and shoving them to the side roughly. Only the glimpse of the familiar logo of Midtown High gave you a hint to who it could be. You grumbled in annoyance at the sound of Peters sequels of surprise. You would deal with him later, if Nat didn’t get to you first that is.

“Move!” You screamed, side-stepping sweet little Morgan who was sat coloring at the coffee table, causing you to swiftly jump over the couch right over Tony’s head from where he sat with his daughter, as he clutched his pearls tightly to his chest. You then swerved right past Wanda who screeched in terror as she jumped into Vision’s arms as he wore a look of confusion at the madness that was occurring.

It was like you could see a hope of light up ahead, your source of freedom that lead into the parking garage and to your car that would take you far away from the compound, and hopefully to the airport to never be seen again was only a few feet away. You just needed to reach the door that led to the staircase and you would finally get your liberation at last. 

“Mama ain’t dying today,” you whispered to yourself, as you ran straight towards the exit. Going as far as lunging straight towards the door.

Alas, it was all a dream because all to soon you were falling quickly and back into reality as you fell hard into a solid figure.

“What the hell!” The muffled voice of the person below you wailed, quickly shoving you to the side as they groaned in pain.

You mumbled a few curse words under your breath as you attempted to stand on shaky legs. There was no time to waste as you needed to escape fast, time was of the essence. So, with wide eyes and wobbly knees you began to speed walk like an old lady would towards the clearance section of her favorite craft store, and dashed straight to the exit. 

“Whoa there,” Steve said, grabbing onto your shoulders as he attempted to steady you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? You just sumo-slammed Sam, and your walking like a new born giraffe, what’s got you in such a rush?” He questioned, concern flickering in his eyes.

You felt a rush of dizziness flutter through you as you held on to Steve’s forearms tightly. Other days you would of pretended to feel a little ill just a while longer so that you’d be able to cop a feel of his toned arms, but unfortunately Nat was on a killing spree, so you sadly made the decision to feel up Captain America another time when your schedule was clear.

Steve on the other hand, was concerned. Your crazy eyes and the way you tightened your grip on his arms freaked him out tremendously. Slowly he began to hold you at arms length, reminding himself just how feral you can really be sometimes. 

The corners of your lips twitched in amusement as you tried not to cackle at Steve’s facial expression. Preventing your death by a short red-headed assassin was number one on your to-list at the moment, and you were reminded that there was simply no time to waste. You needed to run, and you needed to leave now. Slapping away Steve’s grubby hands that did well to help you stay balanced, you began waddling away towards the exit. 

Before you could take another step forward Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him once again. 

“Y/n, you cannot just barge into the common room and push and shove your way through, wrestle-mania Sam into the ground, and then hobble away like an old lady as if you didn’t just abuse us with your cane. Now, what is the meaning of all this?” Steve demanded, his Captain America voice slipping past those luscious lips of his. Why do men get everything, and they don’t even deserve it.

You huffed in annoyance, as your heart continued to beat erratically. Your eyes darted back and forth all around the room as you looked for the one person who was missing from this equation. Knowing Steve, he was too stubborn to let you off the hook without an explanation, so with a swollen forehead and blurry eyes you began to give him the spark notes. 

“Look, I can’t really go into detail right now because my life is quite literally on the line-,” Steve only rolled his eyes at your exaggeration because this wasn’t the first time you’ve said this exact phrase before.

“-but I may have tinkered with Nat’s hair products, and she may, or may not resemble something similar to Morgan’s drawings.”

As if on queue, everyone’s head turned towards Morgan’s drawings that were sprawled all along the coffee table. Watching in curiosity as she drew a bunch of scribbled hearts around other shapes that were unidentifiable. 

“Not that one,” Y/n said, wincing slightly as you redirected them. “The one to the left.”

There on the coffee table laid a masterpiece (Tony’s words, no one else’s) of assorted colors, and shapes. A colorful kaleidoscope that was supposed to resemble Lucky, the Barton’s new dog designed in a way that was completely unrecognizable. He was a “rainbow unicorn puppy” (Morgan’s words, not her’s). Y/n could now admit that Morgan really was like Picasso in a sense, because she was certainly inspired to create her own disaster of a masterpiece as well.

Peter and Sam cackled loudly in the background as they both leaned on the back of the couch to hold themselves up. Struggling to breathe as they could only wonder what the damage could be to Nat’s hair.

Tony, who was sat near Morgan on the floor only smirked as he shook his head in amusement along with Wanda and Vision.

Poor Steve only pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered a not so discreet “why me?”, all while shaking his head in disappointment.

You huffed in annoyance as you brought your attention back to Steve, impatiently waiting for him to dismiss you. “Now I don’t know what the fuc-”

“Language!” You only rolled your eyes as he continued to glare down at you in disappointment.

“Seriously? You watched me kill someone like, yesterday.”

“A little murder is no excuse to start talking inappropriately in front of a child,” he stated, flickering his eyes towards Morgan who quietly sang to herself, stuck in her own little world.

“Speaking of murder,” It was a voice like silk velvet, a smooth and delicate sound that rung in Y/n’s ears. It was a voice so dangerously beautiful that the melody of it alone could pierce through a terrified soul, and strike at it so easily, ending it once and for all. 

Gulping, Y/n turned around slowly as she clenched her fists tightly to her sides. Her bottom lip quivered in fear as she took in the image that was Natasha Romanoff herself. 

“I cant believe you actually did it!” Peter screeched, his eyes were wide in mirth as he let his gaze travel all over Nat’s menacing figure.

Her once ruby red hair that shined bright when hit by the sun just right was nothing but a muddy mess of prismatic hues. You couldn’t tell where the neon green started, and where the lavender strands ended. The collar of her shirt was soaked by the tips of her hair that were still wet from the shower she hurried out of once she realized her predicament.

As the others muffled their chuckles behind the palms of their hands, Sam and Peter decided to risk their own lives and explode with laughter right behind her. Nat stood in front of Y/n lighting her up like a fire to a puddle of gasoline with the glare she was producing. A look so intimidating that it could send even the devil back into the depths of hell all while he shivered in his boots begging for forgiveness.

Y/n believed herself to be a strong willed individual. Someone of great strength and certainly not shy from the bloodshed that came with being an enhanced being. In all her life, and with all that she has encountered; whether that be the torture of those scientist that injected some sort of fluid into her veins day in and day out with chemicals upon chemicals until she was nothing but bruised and bloodied, and from side effects that ranged between night sweats to the voices that spoke through her mind whispering words and secrets that made her wish she could turn it all off, nothing in this world; Alien, nor God could terrify her more than Natasha herself.

See Natasha wan’t the type to get revenge, no--she was the type to make sure she got even.

That was one thing she made sure to promise even her worst enemies, and Y/n knew then and there that Nat would make sure she would prevail in her mission.

****

“Why is he making those sounds?” Vision questioned, staring intently at the salty tear drops that leaked from Sam’s eyes from his view on the couch right beside Wanda and the others.

“It’s called crying, Vis,” Wanda said, letting out a small giggle that was muffled by the palm of her hand.

“What does ‘crying’ mean?” Vision asked, his android-looking-doe eyes gazing questionably at the red-headed Scarlet Witch.

“It’s how humans express their emotions; such as distress, sadness, and even joy.” Wanda said, smiling lovingly up at Vision as she reached for his hand to squeeze.

Vision smiled, satisfied with the information on humans that he was obtaining. Moving his gaze back towards the three delinquents (Steve’s words) that were subjected to Natasha’s wrath, he cocked his head to the side as he gazed back down at Sam who was sat on the floor of the common room in front of him. 

“That is very...interesting.” He stated, “how do we make it stop?” 

Sam only glared back at vision with puffy eyes as snot began to dribble down and out his nose.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me, Y/n was the one who did the prank on you, not me!” Sam whined as he proceeded to be held down by Nat as she forcibly shaved his head with the buzzing razor that was clutched in her fist tightly.

The other two idiots who began this whole escapade were currently tied from top to bottom in a strong wire that Nat had produced out of nowhere after she cornered Y/n in the kitchen. Which wasn’t as easy as she anticipated because she had to chase her for another fifty minutes before finally lunging at her when she tripped on air.

Peter and Sam were to busy laughing their asses off to see Nat drag Y/n into the middle of the living room with a devious smile on her face. Y/n sat there with a defeated look and her chin against her chest as she finally came to terms with her consequences. Eventually Nat was able to sneak up behind both Peter and Sam and grab them by the ears and hold them down as they screamed in panic. She then began flipping a coin to determine who would be the first to get their hair shaved off completely as payment. All while the rest of the Avengers began taking their seats to enjoy the show, even passing along some drinks and snacks that Tony went to grab for them as Morgan sat on his lap sipping on a cherry flavored juice box.

“I know I should be scared for my life right now, but surprisingly I’m pretty calm. I was actually debating shaving my head earlier to be honest.” Peter said, as he sat criss-cross-applesauce  with his arms zip-tied behind his back as he watched Nat struggle a bit to hold Sam down. 

“That’s because you were having another breakdown Pete. It happens when you have crippling anxiety,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her best friend. It wasn’t the first time he debated doing it before either. Peter only shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head in agreement as he muttered a small ‘true’.

Y/n sighed heavily as she watched Sam scream at his own reflection in the mirror that was hung against the hallway wall. Nat only smiled evilly as she grabbed Y/n and dragged her to the center of the room.

“Please Nat, you don’t have to do this. You can always dye your hair back, this—this is permanent.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’ll grow back,” Tony said, as he crunched loudly on his popcorn, smirk evident behind buttery lips. Y/n glared at the man in front of her as she felt Nat pull her hair loose front the bun it was in.

“The only thing I can give you Y/n, is my undying hatred at this very moment.” Nat whispered in her ear, causing everyone to shiver slightly in their seats.

Peter let out a small squeak of fear at Natasha's words, his eyes were wide as he finally registered the part he played in all this.

“I think I just peed a little.”

[promenadewithme]

song: you should see me in a crown

character: loki + female reader

🦦 that’s all i got.

I love Loki so much so I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you like it! I’m so nervous about this one!!

Pairing: Loki x Female! Reader

Song: You Should See Me In A Crown - Billie Eilish 

Warnings: angsty, during the first avengers movie

Word Count: 2k

divider by @promenadewithme-graphics

You Should See Me In A Crown

It's amazing how your whole life and everything you know can change in a matter of seconds, how one action, one frase, can change your life forever. Everything was going so well. You woke up and had breakfast with Frigga, took a stroll through the royal gardens and, arriving at your room, found a green dress with a note from your fiancé saying he was taking you somewhere.

You and Loki were engaged for a few months now and you loved each other so much. A couple weeks ago, he said he had to go on a trip and you haven't seen him since. However, Frigga treated you like her own daughter, helping you plan the wedding, easing your nerves and making you feel at home. 

Your ladies maid helped you get ready, putting your hair in a low bun and assisted you with the dress. It was different to what you were used to, you suspected it was from another realm. The shoulder to shoulder emerald dress was long, but it had a leg split that came up to your thigh. Though you had to say, it made your legs look longer and it was sexy. You smiled at you reflection, thanking your maid, who walked out. 

“You look gorgeous, my love.” a voice said from your door.

“Loki!” you ran into his arms and gave him a crushing hug.

“I missed you too, my queen.” he chuckled.

“I told you to stop calling me that, I’m not a queen.” you blushed.

“You will be soon, my love.” he answered, mischief clear on his face.

“What do you mean, Loki?” you worried for your fiancé. He has always been ambitious, seeking the throne, even though you both knew it was to be Thor’s.

“You’ll see. Shall we?” he offered you his arm and led you out of your room. You asked about his trip and he only answered that you’d know more later. This was starting to concern you. You knew he was always up to something, he was the god of mischief after all, but this seemed like something bigger... Something life changing. It was agonizing not knowing what was going on.

“Relax, darling. Everything will be fine. Just enjoy the night” he smiled at you and that seemed to ease a bit of your nerves. His smile always had that effect on you.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you turned a corner. 

“Midgard” he replied. You had never been there and you didn’t understand why he was taking you now. Loki always spoke of humans as inferior creatures, as cattle more than anything. However, you smiled at him. He obviously had something big planned and you didn’t want to spoil it.

A while later the two of you were in a place called Germany. You were fascinated by all the different people, different smells and sounds. Classic music was playing in the background as you and Loki entered a big building which you suspected was a theater. Walking down stairs to a room with even more Midgardians, Loki looked at you with that same knowing smile.

“It’s time, my love.” 

“Wait, Loki.” you grabbed his arm and stopped mid stairs. “Time for what?”

“To take over Midgard, of course.” he continued smiling, but you were stunned.

“I’m sorry, what? Loki, you can’t be serious! Let’s go home.” you said, trying to pull him back up the stairs. 

“No!” he thundered. “I have waited for long enough! The throne is rightfully mine and you know it.”

“Yes, my love, I know it is. But these people... they have nothing to do with the matters Asgard. You can’t simply barge into their homes and declare yourself king.” you reasoned, trying desperately to make him come to his senses. 

“I can and I will. I have had enough of my father not recognizing the ruler in me. I have waited for so long to be king and he simply gives it all away to Thor. So I came up with a plan. Why should I morne over Asgard’s throne when I can rule all the realms?” 

“Loki, how do you plan on conquering all the realms by yourself? You can’t possibly mean this. Please, take me home.” you begged, still trying to pull him back. You had to try to save these people, he was clearly not in his right mind.

“No!” he held, pulling his arm away and turning to face you. “I have waited for far too long. I bite my tongue, bide my time. Wearing a warning sign. First comes Midgard, then the rest of the realms. Just wait till the world is mine. Rule by my side, my queen.” he said the last frase softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the stairs. 

You didn’t know what to do. You had to get help. You tried calling for Heimdall inside your head, but there was no answer. You looked around you, but everything was strange, you just wanted to go home with your love, you wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Before you could blink, Loki let go of your hand and struck a man in the head with the cane he was carrying, pushed him into a surface and pulled out a strange device. Then the device was whirring and on the man’s face, more specifically on his eye. You let out a yelp, but it was lost in the midst of all the screaming around you.

Everyone was running around, trying to leave the building. You ran towards your fiancé and pulled on his arm again. 

“Loki, you have to stop this! You’re hurting him!” you cried out and he only ignored you, tears streaming down your face. You were horror-struck to say the least and felt like a fool for not noticing this side of the man you love.

He eventually stopped and started walking towards the exit, which everyone was running out of. Suddenly, he was wearing his Asgardian attire, with the golden horns, cape and scepter, he looked absolutely terrifying.

You walked outside, where everyone was trapped in a circle with clones of him. Gods, I wish they knew it’s just an illusion. 

“Loki, stop!” you yelled, trying to get him to hear you through all the screaming. 

“I will never stop. I’m gonna run this nothing town, watch me make them bow one by one.” he looked towards them and yelled “Kneel!” 

The Midgardians continued yelling, desperate to leave. “I like the way they all scream” he said with a smirk, looking your way. He directed his gaze back to the people in front of him and yelled again, this time louder. “I said kneel!”

Banging his scepter against the ground, a blue light connected all of his clones spears. The humans then kneeled. 

“Is not this simpler?” he started walking into the crowd “Is this not your natural state? It’s the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity.” 

You were frozen in place, still trying to think of a way to stop this madness, but all you could see was the terrified faces in front of you. Loki only continued his speech, walking among the Midgardians, who were still kneeling.

“Come over, baby” He looked at you with that same smile that always calmed you down, except this time it did the opposite.

“No.” His smile faded. “I’m not your baby, not anymore. Stop this, Loki.”

The god only looked back at the crowd, seemingly unaffected by what you said.

“You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.” he smiled.

One of the humans stood up and said “Not to men like you.” 

You stopped breathing. What is Loki going to do? Gods, please don’t kill him, please don’t kill him, please-

“There are no men like me” he laughed and you finally let yourself breathe.

“There are always men like you.” the old man answered and you wished he would just kneel and save himself from Loki’s fury. You saw what he did to that man inside the theater, what else could he do? Loki pointed his scepter at the man and continued.

“Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example.” his scepter started glowing.

“Loki, no!” you yelled. Just when the magic was going to hit the old man, a creature with a red, blue and silver shield jumped in front of him, saving his life. 

Loki fell to the ground as the creature stood up. You noticed he was a man, like the rest of them. 

“You know, the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing” the man walked closer to Loki and some of the Midgardians began to rise.

“The soldier.” replied Loki, standing up he laughed “The man out of time.”

“I’m not the one who’s out of time” the said soldier answered and a craft appeared in the sky. 

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.” said a female voice coming from the ship. 

“Loki, do as she says, please. You can still right your wrongs, we can still go home.” you begged and that’s when the soldier noticed you. Your fiancé only looked back at you for a second over his shoulder before sending another blue ray. This time, the target was the ship, but it swerved before his magic could hit it and the soldier threw his shield at Loki’s chest. Its did nothing but distract him for a second and all the people started running away again. Good, at least they are safe. 

The man with the shield punched Loki’s jaw and you thought it would not even fase the God, but apparently this soldier was very strong because it actually looked like it hurt. Loki started fighting back and eventually the man lost his shield and fell to the ground. Loki pressed the base of his scepter to the soldier’s head and you felt like you would throw up.

“Kneel.” he demanded. 

“Not today!” the man stood up, pushing Loki’s scepter and kicking him in the face. You winced. The ship started coming closer. Loki and Soldier were at it again. Abruptly, a strange tune started playing from the ship a a bright light shot through the sky. When it came closer, the creature attacked your fiancé with a ray of yellow light and he fell back to the ground.

Landing on the ground, the creature extended his arms in a defensive demeanor and his metal looking skin modified, lots of weapons coming out. You did not recognize this race, though it stood like a human. The soldier grabbed his shield and came to stand beside the red and gold creature. 

“Make your move, Reindeer Games.” some of his word did not make sense to you, but you looked at Loki expectantly, hoping he would stand down. His helmet and scepter disappeared and he lifted his arms in surrender. Tears of relief started streaming down your face.

“Good move.” said the red one.

“Mr Stark.” greeted the soldier.

“Captain.” replied Stark.

The craft came even closer, landing. Mr Stark guided Loki into the ship and the Captain made his way to you. You stepped back a few steps and he took off his mask, revealing his handsome face. 

“Don’t be scared. I’m Steve, Steve Rogers.” he extended his hand. You hesitated.

“(y/n) (y/l/n)” you took his hand and he shook it. 

“You’re not from Earth, are you?” he asked with a smile. Gods, this man was beautiful.

“I’m from Asgard.” you replied, playing with your hands.

“We can help you, come with me.” he extended his arm to you. Should I take it? I have no way home. I’m in a strange planet, my fiancé was just captured. Can he truly help? All you knew was that you felt exhausted and that his smile was kind. You decided you trust him, taking his arm and letting him lead you to the ship.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Steve. Call me Steve.”

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Worry of the Mind

Natasha Romanoff x female reader, Natasha Romanoff & OC!Harley

*Requested* Summary: Natasha has a daughter with anxiety which is heightened when she comes down with the flu

Warnings: Sickness, throwing up, anxiety

Divider by @promenadewithme-graphics

A/N: This is my first requested fic!! I have anxiety and will do my best to write from my own experiences which may be different from others, hope you like it!!

Word Count: 1.2k

Natasha remembers the exact day she met her daughter. She was on a mission, doing her best to shut down this institution that was taking innocent people who didn’t have homes and using them as guinea pigs for whatever experiments they were performing. When she found the unit they kept them in, she went to each section to let everyone out when she encountered a little girl. She looked terrified, malnourished, and very small for her age.

She watched the little girl cower into the corner of the wall as she shook violently, pulling her knees up to her chest “Pl-please don’t hurt me” she said in a small voice.

Nat gave her a sad look before crouching down in front of her “I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to save you. See how I let the rest of those guys out? Now it’s your turn” she held her hand out for the little girl to take.

She looked at Nat for a moment before reaching out to take her hand. Natasha stood up and leaned down to pick the girl up in her arms, looking around to make sure no one was left behind before she ran out of the building.

When they got to safety, she set the girl down and smiled softly down at her “Told you I would save you” she grinned as the little girl smiled at her “What’s your name?” Nat asked her “Harley” the little girl replied “Well Harley, I’m Nat” she grinned

Natasha had taken her to be checked out by Dr. Cho and made sure she was okay. Thankfully it looked like whatever they put inside her had no harmful effects for the time being, but Harley was to be closely monitored to make sure it stayed that way.

From that day, Nat knew she couldn’t let Harley go. She wanted to be there for her, take care of her…be her mother. They learned her biological parents died around the time she was captured, and none of her other family members were willing to take her in. That was when she officially started the adoption process. It was a long and tough time between them. Times where Nat couldn’t even keep Harley in the same house with her, where she had to continuously prove that being an Avenger wouldn’t hinder her abilities to be a proper parent. She knew she could never have biological children of her own, but Harley was her daughter, whether she gave birth to her or not.

Then a miracle happened, the adoption was finalized. Harley was officially hers in the eyes of the law, no one could take her away now. And it’s always been just Nat and Harley until you came along. You were brought on as a medical assistant to Dr. Cho, meeting Natasha when she brought Harley in for her monthly check-up. You were a small, shy, little thing, and Natasha loved that about you. She loved how you would ramble on about medical and science stuff she didn’t understand, she loved the way you scrunched your nose when you got excited, she loved everything about you, and she was lucky that Harley loved you as well, which made it easy for you to adjust to their little family.

Now Harley was 15. She had grown up so quickly, but she struggled in some areas. She remembered some of the awful things that happened to her when she was a child and that stuck with her throughout her teenage years. There were days where’d she would have a nightmare the night before and be too afraid to leave the house the next day, terrified that something horrible would happen or that she would be taken away again.

Other days it’d be difficult for her to speak. She’d say a couple of words here and there but she didn’t have the energy to hold a conversation. Natasha was always worried when this would happen. She did her best to make their home a safe environment for Harley to express herself however she wanted and for her to feel like she never had to hide her feelings.

That was when Natasha and Y/N learned that Harley suffered from anxiety, and they always did their best to support her when she had her tough days. Days like today.

It started the night before, Harley had been complaining that her nose felt a bit stuffy and she had a really bad headache. Y/N gave her some water and medicine and told her to go lay down. Nat was silently freaking out, wondering if the drugs they gave Harley all those years ago were finally coming into play as to why she was sick.

The thought also shook Harley’s mind. She laid in her bed, curled up in a ball as she trembled, remembering slightly of what happened to her when she was young. She felt a weight slowly fall over her chest with worry, making it harder for her to breathe by the second as every possible thing that could be wrong with her passed through her mind. What if this was it? What if this was what her mom was afraid of?

She sat up in her bed and felt her tears streaming down her face as she whimpered and looked around her room rapidly, something she often did when she got worked up like this.

Nat had come upstairs to check on her and when she opened the door, she saw Harley’s current state and she quickly went over to take her hands “Harls? Harley baby look at me, look at mama, you’re okay”

Harley shook her head rapidly “N-no, no, no I’m not, I’m sick- I’m going to die!”

Nat shook her head “Baby you’re gonna be fine you just need to try and breathe”

Y/N was standing by the door, watching the interaction unfold, letting Natasha do what she does best.

Harley kept hyperventilating until she started to feel nauseous. She started to whimper again, with the thought of having to throw up scared her while she was like this, but it was too late. She felt the bile pile up in her throat before she leaned over her bed, letting the contents from her stomach fall onto the floor.

Y/N’s eyes widened before she rushed to grab a mop and bucket to clean up the floor. Natasha took Harley’s hand and helped her stand up “You’re okay sweetheart, come on” she led her to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean her face before grabbing her toothbrush and helping her brush her teeth.

When she was finished, Nat brought Harley back over to her bed and sat down with her, holding her against her side as she caressed her hair “You’re okay, I promise. This is just a little cold alright?”

Harley nodded shakily “O-okay, I’m so sorry” Nat started shaking her head and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple “Don’t apologize, you’re okay. I know you were a bit scared but I’m here, and so is Y/N, we’re gonna take care of you”

Harley smiled a little “Thank you, mama”

Natasha smiled softly “Don’t thank me, honey. Just doing what a mother does best, making sure her daughter is okay”