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Royals

Summary: There is nothing that could go wrong on trying some different things on senior year, right? Right? Apparently, fate doesn’t quite agree with that notion when an outcast is throwed into the eye of a storm, also known as, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: Yes, I’m a terrible person! Dear anon who requested this, I’m sorry for letting this to take more time than it should, but I promise I have a good explanation to that: Work. Plus, I really enjoyed the idea and as you’ll see I dived into the AU greatly. Your one-shot request turned into a mini series of three or four parts, hence, it took me a little more to write it down. I apologize for making you to wait this long, but I promise it’ll be worth it and I do hope you enjoy reading it.

There are some tv shows that served as inspirations to this story and they are One Tree Hill, Kissing Booth and others are so general thing that I don’t think I should mention.

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual implicit content (mild and light stuff, nothing explicit). If there’s any other that should be mentioned, let me know.

“Let me be your ruler, you can call me queen bee”

#this amazing gif is not mine.

You wince, more out of the noise than any pain, when your back hit the metal behind you and you feel your feet not touching the ground anymore. His fists are white from holding you up against the lockers by grabbing you by the front of your shirt.

“Say that again, bastard.” Jarvis spat at your face now that your eyes were leveled. You can feel the crowd gathering in the hallway and enjoying the show.

Before you speak, you see hands pulling him backwards forcing him to let you go. You let out a breath when your feet touch the ground again. You see Jarvis struggling with James and Steve now that they are trying to drag him away from you.

“You’re so full of shit, girl.” His yells fill the hallway and no one else dares to make the slightest move. “You keep that pose as if you were better when you’re just a freak. I know you are jealous. Everybody knows.”

He manages to slip out of one of Steve’s arms and walk towards your face and shove a finger inches from your nose. You ball your fists and clench your jaw. “You’ll never be me.” He hisses. “You’ll never have what I have.”

You were about to punch his teeth when Professor Ross started to yell at the students playing audience in hallway. The boys mingled in the crowd, and you felt a presence by your side. Her perfume announced her arrival before she could even speak.

“My God, are you alright?” You looked at her, only to see that she was upset. Of course she was, and you were mad at it. “What happened this time?”

You were so angry with her, with him, with life and you didn’t want to be in her presence anymore. “Vision being a fucking dickhead.” She looked at you startled by your harsh tone. “I don’t know why you still put up with him, Maximoff.”

You walk towards your classroom thinking when this shit happened, and you couldn’t help but think: “That stupid kissing booth.”

--- Earlier that year ---

You were leaning on a fence enjoying your cotton candy looking at people passing by. Some rushing to the Ferris wheel, others laughing at their own silliness or couples walking together sharing some popcorn.

You enjoyed watching people being themselves because sometimes you were annoyed beyond your mind with all the ‘idiocracy’ from school. Specially the popular kids that think themselves higher than others, calling themselves as Royal.

There were popular teens in every school, of course, but only in S.H.I.E.L.D. High they call the King and Queen from the ball as Royal, as well as the other popular kids in their orbit. Yes, it is stupid, but people are really invested in this shit.

“Look what I got for us.” Sam arrived by your side, boasting energy, as always. “If it’s not bumper cars’ tickets then I’ll be very disappointed.” Your sarcasm is evident, but he’s not fazed by it. His laugh was all you needed to feel at ease, you extended your arm to collect the ticket he was handing to you.

“Better. Tickets to the ‘Kissing Booth’.” Instantly, your face contorted into a grimace. “Do you know how many bacteria they are sharing right now? Billions!” You spoke, pointing at the agglomeration not far from where both of you were.

“C’mon, grumpy. Rule 18: Do not kiss someone unless you can hook up your best friend with someone too.” You smacked his arm. “This rule doesn’t even exist, Sam. And don’t! You’re not creating this rule right now.”

Samuel Wilson was your best friend since you were kids and if there was something good in your life it was him. You were always there for each other and somewhere along the road you started to create these rules. The outside world could see it as childish thing, but you always respect it. They were everything in your friendship.

“Why do you want to blend with the cool kids that much?” You asked him, giving no indication that you were going to move from your spot. “It’s senior year, let’s do this…” He gave you those doe eyes that could get almost anything from you. “Please?”

Grunting, you start to move towards the box filled with horny teenagers kissing each other with Sam hot in your heels, smiling like a dork.

You waited in the line with Sam, dramatically standing out of the line dedicated to kiss-a-boy, because ew. He was bouncing in his feet evidently excited, and you smiled at him.

“Look, Peter Quill is the Kisser. He’s not that bad.” Sam was right. Peter likes to hang with the troublemakers so-called ‘ravagers’ and poses as a bad boy but he was quite nice. “Too bad it’s not Steve.” He spoke quietly for only you to hear and you giggled at that.

“Don’t think Carter would like that, my friend.” He gave you a sheepish smile and moved, standing as the next in line to kiss a random guy. “Oh. My. God.” You looked at the booth to see that once there was Peter, now there was none other than James ‘Bucky’ Barnes blindfolded.

While Sam walked to the booth and gaped at the boy in front of him, you laughed quietly running the possible outcomes on your head. James Barnes belonged to the basketball team and were a royal. He was a prince in their stupid ranks: pretty, player and popular, hence prince, not a king.

You watched stunned when James kissed Sam back, even held him in place with a hand on the nape of his neck. Oh, that was interesting. Cheers and whistles erupted from the people waiting and watching the show, probably already preparing the next gossip.

You thought about sneaking out of the place and going somewhere else, but Sam’s words resonated on your head. It was your senior year, so what the hell… what could go wrong with kissing someone?

There weren’t many people waiting on the kiss-a-girl line, and you busied yourself with your phone until it was your turn to humiliate yourself and get infected with trillions of buccal bacteria. While looking down, you never saw the curtains behind the booth moving.

Prying on the next kisser, Gamora smirked to herself when an idea popped on her head, she had the perfect opportunity to create a little disaster. If there was one thing that she always looked for, it were chances to mess with the royals and to fuck with their little-perfect-fantasy world.

And if this goes how she’s planning, then the chaos could be big enough to bring her one step closer of becoming a royal herself. “Oh no Nebula, your ex is the next.” Nebula looked at Gamora, she didn’t have exes in this school. Yet. But sensing that Gamora had a play in mind, she went along with it.

“Oh no!” Looking around dramatically, their eyes landed on Wanda and much like a shark after their prey, they approached the redhead eagerly. “Wanda, hi.” They pretended to be troubled by something. “You see, the next in line is my ex. Would you mind going instead of me?”

Wanda looked almost annoyed at this, she was in the group to organize the event not a volunteer to be a kisser, her boyfriend wouldn’t enjoy it, that’s for sure, nor was she in the mood to kiss a stranger while blindfolded. Her eyes averted to Gamora, silently asking her to go.

Understanding what Wanda meant, Gamora opened her eyes wide as if this would be outrageous or obviously against some law. “She’s my best friend, it’s a crime to kiss your friend’s ex.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at their shallow thoughts and behavior, but before she could argue, she felt herself being dragged blindfolded to the booth by the duo and there was nothing more that she could do now. She’d have to endure this silliness, hopefully the person won’t have bad breath.

She stood still on her spot mildly aware of the girls giggling before retreating to the backstage of the box. Wanda realized that, oddly, the people waiting on the line, or the bystanders were quiet. She could even hear the footsteps from Nebula’s ex.

Not in a million of years you’d imagine that she would be the one to come from those curtains. You climbed the steps and walked slowly to your assigned place, you looked behind your shoulder to catch Sam’s smirking at your doe eyes. You stopped in front of her and took her in.

Her red hair was cascading down her shoulders, you couldn’t see her eyes, but you knew every single shade to your heart. Her plump, full lips were redder than a normal mouth should be, but you stared at them anyway.

You took a deep breath before gently touching her cheek with your hand, brushing her skin softly with your thumb while you slid your hand past her ear until it rested on the back of her neck and gently pulled her into you. Into your lips.

When your lips touched hers, you realized that all those cliches about hearing bells or angels sighing or singing where bullshit. There was no way to describe what you felt, neither bells or angels.

But it as if there was a fireball erupting from your chest climbing up on your body, ready to explode. Your knees, already weak, almost melted when she kissed you back and held you close by placing her hands on your cheek and shoulder.

When your hand found her waist, she gasped into the kiss giving you the perfect chance to slide your tongue in, to touch and clash with hers. Once they did, you felt shooting stars spinning inside your skull and you could swear you saw heaven’s doors not that far from you.

You broke apart when the air became an issue and you had to fight back a dopey smile since there were people watching. Your breath hitched when her fingers softly brushed her lips and you wondered if her lips were tingling as yours were.

Right in that moment, the unfortunate truth became crystal clear on your mind: you were in love with Wanda Maximoff. The only problem in this story was that she had a boyfriend, and he was your brother.

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You feel arms wrapping around your torso from behind and soon it slide to your shoulders and you see their owner walking side by side with you. “Good morning, soccer team’s captain.” You look to your side to see a girl greeting you, her signature smirk was on.

“Morning, Romanoff.” You looked ahead in search of your locker. “The game was Saturday. How do you know that already?” You felt her linking her arm with yours, something that she always liked to do. “I have my sources.”

You gave her a pointed look and she giggled before replying. “Hawkeye broadcasted the game. And they announced that you were chosen to be the new captain.” Well, that made sense. Your school have a Radio, called The Hawkeye, they know everything going on in S.H.I.E.L.D. High. And they broadcast every game, even the ones your school was the visitor team.

You were not among the cool kids, and you never bothered yourself about it, but you always loved sports. Soccer is one of them. You’ve been playing on the team since freshman year.

Outside the field, you were shy and collected but inside those lines you were a born leader, always giving your best and inspiring others to do so. Sensing that she could drag so much potential from you, Professor Okoye told you that she needed more than just ‘a very important player’ as you were last year, she wanted the best version you could be. Last year, your team ended the championship as runner up, this year, though, you wanted nothing less than the first place.

“Make way to our new royal! Damn, my best friend is the Soccer Princess!” Sam’s voice boomed on the hallway, and you tried to hide your face when people looked at you with some sort of new interest.

And that was the only problem in being captain of any sport in S.H.I.E.L.D. High, you instantly become a royal, a lesser one of course, but a royal, nonetheless. And in this godforsaken school, this meant popularity. Which means unnecessary attention.

You rolled your eyes profusely. “Don’t be an asshole, Sam.” He laughed, opening his locker. “I am not.” You watched him collecting all the books he’d need for the next classes. “C’mon, your phone will be buzzing with girls asking you out by the end of the day. You should thank me for that.”

“But let’s not talk about who you kissed on the kissing booth on Friday.” He winked mischievously and before you could shush him, Natasha’s curiosity peaked. “Oh our nerdy friend kissed someone?” Her smirk never left her lips and Sam only nodded, matching her smirk.

“No one less than the Queen Bee.” Gladly, he spoke quietly and with a quick glance around you saw that no one was paying attention to you. Natasha, on the other hand, gasped in the most dramatic way she could, making you to roll your eyes at her.

“My dumbass friend kissing the Maximoff girl?” She looked as if she was alarmed by the news. “Are you running for King, or better say, Queen?” You groaned at their teasing and closed your locker energetically.

You opened you mouth to give her a not so politely reply, but before you could, you saw everybody in the hallway to open space for the royal’s entrance, something that you and Sam affectionately called ‘circus parade’.

As front commission came the girls waving at their fans as if they were their subjects. The princesses Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter and Agatha Harkness flanked the Queen, Wanda Maximoff. And it took you one glance at her black skirt, knee-high boots and that red jacket for you to swallow dryly.

She was always gorgeous. Everyday she showed up dressed for impress and make-up set to kill, but there was something about her today that you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, she was beautiful than ever.

Right after the girls, comes the boys. Pietro Maximoff, the fuckboy of S.H.I.E.L.D. High; Steve Rogers, Carter’s boyfriend; Tony Start, the richest of them all who was currently dating Pepper; and Bucky Barnes, which now you understood why he was single.

And there in the middle of them all, walking as if he had all figured out, yet bored about everything, a hand possessively on Wanda’s shoulder, Jarvis Vision literally paraded as if he were truly the King of anything.

He was the boy that everybody wanted to be or be with and you always despised that thought, because he was nothing more than a playboy and bully with good looks. But right then and there, you wanted to be him, just to be with Wanda.

The bell ringing signaling that the class was about to start brought you back out of your mind, shaking your head slightly, you and your friends went to the first class of the day.

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You watched wide eyed when Professor Hill presented the new pairs for this midterm project and Wanda slid into the seat next to you, greeting you with a small smile. ‘Does she know that we kissed three days ago?!’, you thought to yourself.

If she did, why would she act differently? You scolded yourself. That was just a kiss on a kissing booth, and you paid for it, it meant nothing. If she does know who she kissed, why would she make a big deal of it? She dates Vision and that’s not gonna change.

The relationship between you and Jarvis were always a warpath. Your father used to date your mother while having a secret affair with Jarvis’ mother, but after he found out about your mother’s pregnancy, he left her.

What stings the most is that not even months later, they were expecting Jarvis and he gave everything to the boy, nothing to you or your mother. The only thing tying you is your blood, not even your last name is the same, for you took your mother’s.

That’s it. That’s the little tragedy of your life and karma wanted to make it even worse for you: You were in love with his girlfriend and to be honest, you never got that well with Wanda, especially because of Jarvis.

Surely, you always saw her as a shallow preppy girl, however, whenever you had the chance to talk to her, she painted a whole new image in your head. Whenever she was alone, she was a different person.

You feel a slight nudge on your shoulder, making you to look at those green eyes and, for a second, you forgot how to breathe. “I heard about the game, and that you’re the captain now. Congratulations.” You watched her smile softly and put a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘C’mon, breathe.’

“Why. Thank you Maximoff.” You said almost awkwardly. “I heard that you were nominated by the team… I mean, it wasn’t just the Coach’s decision, right?” She spoke conversationally.

“Yeah. I.. hm” You gulped and shook your head slightly, trying to recompose yourself. “We do sort of choose who we think is a valuable player or a good leader. When Coach’s interests and our choices are aligned, it makes it easier.”

“Are you saying that everybody loves you?” She asked and your brain short-circuited at the smile gracing her lips. “Yes…” You cleared your throat. “I mean, no.” You glanced at her only to ser her giggling softly, just as you imagine an angel would. “There wasn’t anybody else that people hated less, I guess.” You shrugged in the end.

“My my, you’re the first captain that I met that has such a confusing, yet humble explanation as to why they were chosen.” Her voice hints some degrees of humor. You were still trying to figure it out if she was making fun with you or of you, though.

“Your boyfriend is the basketball team’s captain.” You say but immediately regret your words, you don’t want Wanda telling him that you mentioned his name at all. “You speak as if you never met Jarvis ego.” Her reply takes you by surprise, it is as if she was agreeing with you.

“It could be his middle name.” You two spoke at the same time, after a moment of staring shocked at each other, you both started to laugh out loud. A book falling heavily on your desk made the both of you to jump on your seats.

“You were paired together to work. Not to trade the newest gossip!” Professor Hill stern’s voice met a sheepish apology from you and Wanda.

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You were digging into your locker for a specific book when you hear a fist landing on the metal door right by your side. You looked behind your shoulder and met Jarvis eyeing you with that usual hatred of his, and something else.

“Do you think you’re funny? Do you think you can become popular out of nowhere, freak?” He hissed on your ear, and you rolled your eyes at him. Of course he’d act like this, his main goal in school was to ensure people would only despise you. Nothing more.

“I don’t understand why you care so much, Vision, or, more precisely, why do you think I care.” You spoke not even looking at him, you weren’t in the mood to fight.

“I heard you kissed Wanda.” He was jealous and you could tell by how the words left his mouth. You smirked to yourself; it wasn’t a common thing to see him so bothered. Was he afraid of losing his trophy girlfriend or to look like a fool? Hm, maybe both?

“Trouble in paradise, little brother?” You spoke turning to face him right in time to see his face contorting with anger and your smirk grew wider. You knew he was pissed.

“Who do you think you are, bastard? No one likes you.” Ah here you go, when he was angry and had no arguments, he always tried to put you on your place by reminding you ‘who you were’. “Wanda is mine and if you get anywhere near her, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

His nostrils were flaring, his mouth was curled down in what resembled a snarl… everything in his posture told you to back down, but your ego spoke louder by hearing him talk about her as if she was a property, so your next words dripped with sarcasm.

“Oh. I’m sorry Jar, did she say that she liked me better?” You didn’t know what hurt most: if his fist colliding with your face or the back of your head hitting the locker behind you. As soon as you recovered from your stupor, though, your fist found his nose.

You heard voices, enchants of ‘fight’, people yelling while you and Jarvis wrestled against each other like animals. When you two were successfully separated, you looked up to see Principal Fury’s scowling at you.

“My office. Now.”

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“Mr. Vision, I won’t tell you again to wait your turn to speak.” You saw Jarvis sinking down on the chair next to you. He had a few bruises, but his nose had stopped bleeding. You knew you weren’t looking good either.

“Is there anything else you want to say, Miss?” You shook your head and he nodded to you. He looked at Jarvis to let him speak, but his phone ringed. After few words, he sighed and spoke to you.

“I have to take this. Detention for the week, and you’re both suspended from your teams for two weeks.” You groaned looking to your lap but Jarvis voiced his opinions, earning a stern look from Principal Fury.

“If you don’t want suspension Mr. Vision, you two should learn how to solve your petty fights without fists. Now, off you go to take care of all this blood.” You walked out of the room fast, trying to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

“This isn’t over, freak.” He yelled at your retreating figure. His only answer was you showing him your middle finger while you walked towards the lockers room.

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“Can I help you with that?” Wanda’s quietly voice startled you. When you looked up you saw her nodding towards the medical kit in front on you.

“Your boyfriend is in the infirmary, Maximoff.” Your tone was flat, trying to convey that you were bored and not bothered by the whole fight or his words. Or what he meant.

“Miss Cho can take care of him.” She sat in front of you even without your consent. “Let me?” She extended her hand at you asking you to give her the material so she could take care of you. You sat there, in silence, secretly admiring her beauty so close to you.

She placed her hand under your jaw to hold you in place and started to clean your mouth. You winced and tried to move away, but she held you in place. If not with her hand, with her eyes locked in yours.

“Not so tough now, are we?” She had a small smile, and you fought the urge to stare at her lips. Her scent hit you in waves jumbling your senses, and you could feel the sweat pooling in your hands.

“I’m sorry.” She spoke and you blinked at her. “What for?” You mumbled for she was still trying to clean your split lip and damn it burned. If for the cloth imbibed in sanitizer or by her digits touching your lip, you didn’t know.

You clenched your jaw and tried to think of anything else other than her fingers, or her scent or her, for that matter. If this were a different world, maybe you could voice your feelings, maybe you could try something with her.

However, in this reality, she was your brother’s girlfriend and never, even in a million of years, the Queen of S.H.I.E.L.D. High would feel the same way you did. Even if, a very long if, she had feelings, who would give up on their reign and popularity to date an outcast as you?

“About you and Jarvis.” Her words sliced your thoughts. “This isn’t the way brother and sister should act towards one another.” Her eyes were soft just as her fingers on your lip.

“There’s no need for you to be sorry.” You rasped out the best you could without interrupting her work. “Jarvis see things differently from me on the parenthood matter. You and Pietro are brother and sister, and you have a relationship, a very good one. But your boyfriend is not my brother. Not really.”

Her eyes were sad and before she could speak, you said. “Why are you with him?” Struck with some kind of boldness that alarmed you both. You saw her hands leave your face and rest on her lap, immediately, you missed her warmth.

“Jarvis is different with me, when he’s not around school and trying to pose as the popular king, he’s kind to me.” You felt a disgusting jealousy acid burning your throat at her words. He was a jerk, but she couldn’t see past it. “He’s complicated sometimes but he has his moments.”

“You could do better, you know?” Now you knew you were trespassing some sort of line with her, and she thought it too, for she got up on her feet and started to walk back to the class and you knew you had upset her.

“Who?” Her question caught you our of guard. Okay, Wanda was beautiful, it was only obvious that a lot of people would love to go on a date with her. Hell, you’d take her to a date right now if you could. Does her question mean that she’s afraid of being alone? That she put up with Jarvis childish behavior because she didn’t want to be alone?

Me. You wanted to say but the word died on your throat along side your boldness. Funny to think that you kissed her but couldn’t tell her that you did or how you wanted to kiss once more. “I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Being who you are, I’m sure you have a lot of candidates.” You sent a smile but her face remained stoic, devoid of any humor.

“People see a Wanda that it is very much different from who I really am.” Her voice was low and you learned in that very moment who that different Wanda was, one without the confidence required to be the popular queen, yet, even stronger, even prettier. “People want to date the popular girl, not me.”

“I would.” Your words died on the coldness of the lockers on the locker room after Wanda had already left you alone with your thoughts and your answer. ‘Was life that hard to everybody, or did I get the special number?’ You mused to yourself.

A/N: Liked it so far? here you can find Part Two

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I will make you a deal Chapter 2: Finding out

Summary: After Loki and you made the deal, he has kept his word. After some time Tony walks in on the two of you. Warnings: Smut

Word count: 2.883 words A/N: At request a part two of the very first story I’ve ever written (@ the-best-phineas). You don’t really have to read the first chapter, but if you want click here. You just need to know that Loki protects you in exchange for being his. You accepted the deal, because you were scared to go on missions and he was very persuasive ;). Hope you’ll like it.

The pain in your knees increased while you were crouching down in the corner. You took a deep breath and tried to reload your gun as fast as possible. Already hearing the foreign screams of the creatures become louder. They were closing in on you fast, and you knew it. This mission was going south. “(Y/N), where are you? I could really use some help here” Tony yelled at you through your earpiece. You wanted to yell back that you too were in trouble, but that would only reveal your location quicker. Three creatures entered the room you were hiding in. They had a very pale complexion and white armour, which made it difficult to see where to shoot. Looking a bit like a reptile with bright yellow-green eyes. On the top of their head, they wore a golden band, which looked like a crown.

When the creature that walked in first saw you it screamed at you. You quickly got to your feet and pointed your gun at him. You shot him through his chest and the creature went down. The two creatures behind it put their guns up and you knew you were done for. You froze. Suddenly a tall figure appeared before you. There was a green flash, and two knives were fired at the creatures. They were hit right in their head and went down immediately. The person turned around with a wicked grin on his face. Still in shock and pointing your weapon forward it took you a moment to recognize the person before you. “You look ravishing today, pet” he purred. You lowered your gun, and he steps towards you. “Loki, where the hell are you?” Clint said with clear irritation in his voice. Loki grabbed you, pushed you flush against him and kissed you deeply. When you opened your eyes, he was gone, and you were alone. “(Y/N), I need you here NOW!” you heard in your ear. You quickly ran out the room to search for Tony, hoping not to encounter more of those creatures alone.

After the mission, the whole team gathered. “I saw a bar not far from here, drinks?” Tony asked. Everyone agreed to that, except Loki. “I’m going back to the tower” he said. Nobody seemed to mind that. “(Y/N), are you coming?” Steve asked you. Before you could answer you saw the dark look on Loki’s face. And you knew what your answer was going to be. “Ehm… I think I pass and also go back” you said to Steve. Loki extended his hand which you took. And a second later both of you were back in the tower. You had expected him to take you right there, but he didn’t. He let go of you and walked towards his room. You went inside your bedroom, locked the door, and hopped in the shower. The warm water felt good against your skin. You started to think about the last three months. Loki had kept his word and had saved you a couple of times. And in exchange he fucked you when he felt like it. But he was gentle in his own way. He always made sure you’d come at least once, and afterwards he took care of you. Grabbing you something to eat, or let you sleep in his arms. Sometimes the two of you talked for a bit, and you learned that he wasn’t all bad. You noticed he was more open when you were cuddling after sex. He opened up about his past somewhat, and you started to understand his outbursts, his view.

The shower curtain was pulled back and suddenly Loki hopped in the shower behind you. You were startled and almost fell. But he grabbed your hips and steadied you against him. “How did you get in here? The door was locked!” you said irritated. He trailed his hands up and down your sides before settling them on your ass and pulling you even closer. “I know, I hacked into Stark’s computer and gave my chips access to your bedroom” Before you could protest he grabbed your cheeks with one hand and squeezed it hard. “You don’t get a say in this. And the only thing I want to hear from you now is you moaning my name over and over again” he growled. And you knew better than to argue with him. He grabbed your douche gel and started soaping you up. Taking his time, exploring your body with his large hands. He took extra time with you breasts and sometimes draw little circles on your clit. He had you panting and moaning after 10 minutes. He turned off the shower, lifted you up and threw you on the bed. “Great, now the whole bed is wet” you complained.

Loki gave you a scolded look and grabbed your ankles. He pulled you towards him and bit hard in your left ankle, making you squeal. “Not a word” he said. He opened your legs and before you could register what was happening his tongue was on your clit. You started to moan, getting lost in your pleasure. The peak of your pleasure hit you and you came hard moaning his name. He kissed upwards, until he reached your lips. Your hands started to stroke his back, lower and lower, and landed on his ass. “Just admit it, you enjoy this far more than you though you would” he smirked. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t have to. Both of you knew that was true. He took his hardened cock and pushed it inside of you in a very slow pace. He grinned widely at your gasps when he entered you. Once he was fully inside of you he set a moderate pace, pumping in and out of you. You arched your back, giving him better access to your neck. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting your flesh. You felt another orgasm building up inside of you. But Loki pulled out and flipped you effortlessly around. “Oh no, you don’t!” he growled. He grabbed your hips and entered you again. The angle he held you in allowed him to go deeper. You started to moan his name over and over again. Loki chuckled darkly behind you, while he was pounding into you. “You get to come, when I do” he said. “And you know why that is?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Because… I’m yours” you panted. “That’s right, pet. I got you trained rather well” he said with pride in his voice. When Loki’s hand travelled down your clit, you knew he was close. He started to tease you, almost making you come. His thrusts increased “Now” he growled. And you came hard. His had left your clit and pinched your nipple. He came moaning your name loudly.

He collapsed on top of you, and he laid down on his side, pulling you with him. His arms held your back firmly against his chest. A green shimmer cleaned the both of you up. Some things were really simpler with magic you thought. “So, what happened today?” he asked you. “It was 3 against 1, it was not much I could do about that” you complained. “If you acted quicker you could have shot all three of them in a row, why didn’t you?”

“I was hiding at first” not feeling up for this conversation you tried to squirm out of his grip. It only resulted in him holding you tighter. “You’re mine, you may go when I release you” he purred. You sighed, but secretly kind of enjoyed it when he was a bit possessive of you. “Thank you for helping me” you whispered. He kissed your temple “I told you I protect what’s mine. Beside this time, it was kind of my fault” You frowned, Loki never admitted if something was his fault. And it wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t even there when you got yourself in that situation. “Why do you say that?” you asked him. Knowing he was always more open after he had you. “That were the Chitauri, and the fact they were there means nothing good” he sighed. “But I don’t want to talk about it” he quickly added. You laid there for a while, not speaking, enjoying the feeling of him against you. “Have you already read the book I recommended?” he asked you. His hand started to massage your breasts, you knew he wanted another round soon. He started to kiss your shoulder and neck. Before you got to answer him your bedroom door burst open “We’re going to watch a…” Tony started but froze immediately when he saw you and Loki in bed. Loki quickly grabbed your sheets to cover you but didn’t let you go.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Tony yelled. Your face became red, and you tried to sit up right, but Loki kept you in place. He sat up a bit, leaning on his arm that was underneath him. “Back from the bar already?” he asked. While you felt like dying inside, Loki didn’t seem to be fazed at all. “W- what? It, .. huh? It was closed, but what? How? When?” Tony started to stutter. Loki and Tony seemed to be in some sort of staring contest. You wanted to break the silence, but Tony began to speak “Jarvis, tell everyone to meet me in the living room in 5 minutes” He still glared at Loki. “Stark, I don’t think that..” but Tony cut him off. “Not another word, I’m sending your ass right back to Asgard” he said angrily. He turned around, slammed the door and left. Loki finally let you go. You jumped out of bed and started to pace back and forth. “Oh my god, oh my god” you muttered. “Relax, pet. It will be fine” Loki said while stretching on your bed. He then summoned his clothes and gave you a set of clothes as well. You stared at him “I CAN’T DO THIS!” you yelled at him. He glared at you “Put these clothes on and let me do the talking” he instructed you. And with that he vanished. Magic also makes things much more irritating you thought. You put on the clothes Loki had given you. A black lace lingerie set, black jeans, and a dark green t-shirt with a low V-neck. It fitted you perfectly and looked really good, which made you more annoyed with him.

You took a deep breath before walking out of your bedroom. It already has been 15 minutes, so when you entered the living room, the whole team stared at you. Loki sat alone on a couch and you sat next to him, as far away from him as you could. The rest of the team was scattered across from the two of you, some sitting down, some standing. They stared at you and you felt yourself become redder and redder. You wanted nothing more that to sink underneath the ground, not dealing with this. Everyone sat there in silence, looking at one another. Steve was the first one to break the silence. He cleared his throat “S- So, ehm.. Tony told us.. you know, what he saw..” Before he could continue Loki cut him off. “You can stop thinking I raped her or put some kind of spell on her. She wanted this as much as me” he said annoyed. “(Y/N)?” Steve asked. Even tough the first time was dubious in consent, you nodded your head and stared at your own hands. Tony started to yell “What the hell, don’t you care that he is a cold blooded murdered who has murdered 80 people in two days on EARTH ALONE. Who knows how many more he’s killed?” Tears were forming in your eyes, you really didn’t know what to say. You could make Loki the bad guy, but you have agreed to this deal. And he kept his word, kept you safe, made you feel good and even opened up sometimes.

Loki scoffed “And what about your past? How many people died because of you?” Tony replied, “That was a completely different situation”. “Maybe, maybe not… Steve? How was your time in the war? And Natasha, we all know that you weren’t always fighting for this side. And Thor, if I am not mistaking I wasn’t the first person wanting to destroy Jotunheim… Banner? Didn’t you destroy a part of Manhattan?” You looked at Loki who seemed angry, his voice filled with venom. The group stayed silent while they were reliving their worst moments, thanks to Loki. Clint spoke up “Was this the first time? Are you in love? Dating?” he asked while remaining emotionless. “We’re courting, if you all must know” Loki replied dryly. You shot him a confused look, not knowing what courting exactly entailed. Thor was the first one to speak up. “Congratulations” he beamed “I’m so happy for the two of you, she’s even wearing your colours! You really have done well brother, Lady (Y/N) is lovely” Thor said loudly.

“What the hell is courting?” Tony asked annoyed. “For you Midgardians it would be the equivalent of dating, if I remember correctly” Loki answered. You looked at him confused, because what the two of you have been doing, was everything except actual dating. Loki met your eyes and shot you a sincere smile, one you hadn’t seen before. “(Y/N), you seem awfully quite” Bruce noted. “Of course she is, he is the God of Lies after all! Thor I want him off this planet” Tony half-yelled. “Why? He has helped us so far, we still need him. He is only courting, that is not against the law here” Thor replied. Loki looked a bit surprised that his brother was actually defending him for once, you noted. Tony scuffed “I’m not buying it” He walked towards you and grabbed your hand, crouching down to meet your gaze. “If he is manipulating you, doing something you don’t want. I don’t care what he’s threatened you with. We have beat him and will beat him again, just say the word” he looked hopeful at you.

You were conflicted. You could tell them about the deal Loki made with you. Getting Loki in trouble, possibly off this planet. But the thought of not seeing him anymore somehow pained you. You could tell them it was not consensual, it wasn’t really at first. But right now, that would be a lie. He was controlling, very, but he was also sweet. Always making sure you were okay and he started to open up more and more. You looked Tony in his eyes, and you didn’t have to be Loki to read his mind. It was clearly that he wanted to hear that Loki was abusing you. You sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to like your answer. “What Loki said is sort of true” you said. You heard Loki sigh “Alright, the first time I made her a deal. She was scared to go out on missions, so I protect her during those, and she would be mine” Tony stood up straight “I’M TELLING FURY” he yelled while walking out the door. Clint quickly followed him, and you were hoping he would stop him. Thor was still smiling brightly, not at all fazed about Loki’s deal. Bruce, Natasha and Steve remained silent and serious. “You sure about this, (Y/N)? If you don’t want you can stop now” Natasha said to you. Loki rolled his eyes but stayed silent. “I am” you answered. Everyone nodded at you. You got up and walked back to your bedroom, trying to think about everything that just happened. Knowing they would discuss this behind your back.

You closed your bedroom door behind you, but it was pushed open immediately. Loki was right behind you. He closed the door behind him and grabbed you by your shoulders. He looked at you intently “Are you okay?” he asked. For once he showed you a serious concerned look. “Courting? Why would you say we’re courting?” you asked. He chuckled “Because we are” he walked past you and sat down on your bed. “What?” you asked shocked. “Are you allowed to date anybody else?” he asked. “No” you replied. “Am I the only man currently in your life who gets to touch you” he said with an amused smile on his face. “Yes” you replied puzzled. “Are you not mine?” he asked, his smirk turning in a wide grin. “Yes..” you said. “So, I’m courting you” he simply concluded. “I just haven’t been flaunting it around, since I didn’t want anybody else to know yet” he added. “So, know everybody know, you are going ‘flaunt it around?”

“Now that everybody knows, I finally get to touch you whenever I want. And take you out, I already have a few dates in mind” he said. You stared dumbfounded at him and tried to remember every time you’ve been with him. He was still grinning at you. “I feel like I should have been asked, or at least told…” you said. He got off the bed, and pulled you against him, kissing you deeply. He broke the kiss “Come on, what did you expect?”

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frostedfaves · 4 years ago

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Oasis

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Pairing: dom!Natasha Romanoff x sub!fem!reader

Summary: Natasha promised you relief later, but you’d never been one to have patience.

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), dom/sub, daddy kink, penetration, fingering, sex toy use, public(ish) sex, hair pulling

A/N: this didn’t turn out as long as I wanted it to be, but it did inspire a (possible) series for the future. no promises that it’ll happen anytime soon though haha. anyway, please don’t be afraid to tell me your thoughts on this!

Natasha should’ve known you’d cause a problem today, from the moment she woke up to the sight of you, naked and straddling her waist with a smile.

“What are you doing?” she questioned with a sleepy mumble, rubbing her eyes and ignoring the way your hands slowly slid past her barely covered breasts to rest on her shoulders.

“I thought you might appreciate the view.”

“I do.”

Despite the confirmation, she pushed you away so she could climb out of bed, causing you to flop down on your side of the bed with a frustrated huff. A pout formed on your lips as you scrambled across the mattress, locking both hands around her wrist before she could head off to the bathroom.

“I wanna play.”

“I’m aware, baby, but Daddy’s very busy this morning.” She leaned down to kiss your forehead gently and briefly. “Give me a few hours without trouble, and I’ll play with you, okay?”

“Can I at least join you in the shower?”

“Only if you behave,” she sighed, her frown shifting to an amused grin when you hopped off the bed and skipped past her into the bathroom.

After the surprisingly uneventful shower, Natasha ate toast with you in the kitchen of her private floor and departed with a lengthy kiss, smiling as you waved adorably until the elevator doors closed. She hoped it was a sign that you were being good today, but part of her knew better.

“Hey,” Steve greeted Natasha as she approached him on the ground floor. “How’s the wife?”

“Anxiously awaiting my return to our floor, as am I. Why can’t we just give them a map of the tower or something, or have JARVIS tell them where to go?”

“You know Stark,” Steve responded with a shrug. “What’s the point of having a tower with your name on it if you can’t give people a tour of the thing?”

“Still don’t understand why we have to be there for this,” Natasha grumbled as the main doors were opened, and Tony entered with two individuals following.

“Just the duo I was looking for!” he called with a grin as he approached. “I know you know Sam, but this is Wanda Maximoff. Fury says she’s good with her mind and could help the team out a lot on missions.”

“Hi,” Wanda softly greeted, and Natasha nodded at her in response.

“It’s nice to meet you, Wanda. I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” Wanda accepted his outstretched hand, and Natasha noticed her eyes turn slightly red as she looked into his, the color fading as she faced Natasha, who averted her gaze.

“Save some team bonding for the rest of us,” Tony teased, gesturing for the group to follow as he walked away.

“Is he always like this?” Sam questioned, and Natasha shook her head.

“Oh no, it gets worse.”

An hour that felt like three passed as Tony gave the two newest Avengers a tour of their new home, occasionally passing the mic along to Steve and Natasha to explain some SHIELD related things he hadn’t bothered to remember on his own. On the main floor, Natasha was just about ready to find an excuse to duck out when the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, your t-shirt and sweatpants traded for a dress that stopped above your knees.

“What’s going on here?” you questioned innocently, ignoring Natasha’s gaze on the flowy skirt of your outfit that exposed part of your upper thighs as you walked toward the group.

“You’re just in time to meet your new neighbors, Mrs. Widow,” Tony greeted you, introducing you to Wanda and Sam while you actively avoided meeting Natasha’s narrowed eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked through a clenched jaw once the group’s attention was elsewhere, following you into the kitchen.

“I was just going to head out for a bit to get some fresh air.” Your sweet smile suddenly shifted into something that Natasha knew all too well. “But first, I think I’ll get your new teammates something to drink.”

You turned and opened the fridge door, bending down to do the one thing you knew would make her snap, showing off your obvious lack of underwear. Her hand was around your arm in seconds, dragging you out of the kitchen and into the nearest bathroom. You hopped onto the counter while she locked the door, seeming not at all fazed at the boiling pot of anger evident in her expression.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

Her middle and ring fingers were in your mouth before you could respond, and you ran your tongue over them, biting down a bit as she pulled away and giggling as she forced your legs open.

“You’re wasting your time,” you gasped out as she pushed her fingers into you. “I’ve been ready for you since this morning.”

“Oh, you’re ready, are you?”

You nodded eagerly, your giddy grin shifting to a confused frown as she pulled away and reached for her belt buckle instead. Your eyes widened as she maneuvered the strap that she’d tied to her leg out into the open, her dry hand lifting your chin to force you to meet her gaze.

“When did you--?”

“You forget I’m always one step ahead of you.” She pulled you off the counter roughly and turned you around, pushing your dress up until only your breasts were covered. “You get too loud and you’ll pay for it later.”

A shaky groan fell past your lips as she slipped the toy into your wet folds, steadily rocking her hips against yours until you seemed to adjust to the length. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as she slammed into you once, twice, and a third time until she was suddenly pounding into you too fast for you to count each thrust.

“What’s the matter?” she cooed with fake concern over your muffled moans. “I thought you wanted to get fucked. You can’t handle me, can you baby?”

Your hand fell onto the counter as she grabbed your hair, pulling you up just enough to see yourself in the mirror. Sounds of pleasure escaped you at the sight of Natasha controlling you, a squeak slipping into the midst of it all when her free hand left your hip for a moment to slap your ass.

“You like watching Daddy fuck you like this don’t you? I bet you want Wanda and Sam to hear you, don’t you? Want them to hear you weak for me like this?”

“No, Daddy!” you choked out, your eyes closing as pressure began to build in your core.

“Natasha?”

You scrambled to stuff the fabric of your dress in your mouth as heavy footsteps came down the hall, fearing Natasha wouldn’t let you cum if you disobeyed her.

“Natasha, you in there?”

“Yeah, Steve. What’s up?” She dug her hand into your hip as she tugged on your hair a little harder, smirking at you in the mirror when your eyes opened again and moving her finger to her lips.

“We’re having a quick meeting in about ten minutes to introduce Sam and Wanda to the others and go over a few things.”

“Sounds good,” she replied as she shifted to start circling her fingers around your clit, chuckling at the way you began to shake in her hold. “I’ll meet you down there.”

The two of you waited in forced silence as Steve’s footsteps echoed down the hallway again, Natasha’s chuckles growing louder while you held your breath, willing your body not to give into release before you were given permission. Just when you thought you couldn’t hold on any longer, she leaned in to nibble on your lobe and--

“Make a mess, baby.”

Your vision blurred and your legs turned to jelly as you reached your limit, the skirt of your dress falling onto the counter again as you screamed out a final moan that turned into a mix of whimpers and groans. Natasha slowed her thrusts as she worked you through your orgasm, eventually pulling out and keeping a firm grip on your waist as she guided you to sit on the toilet. She quickly undid the strap of the toy while you attempted to catch your breath, biting her lip at the sight of your wet thighs.

“Get the handcuffs out and wait on the bed,” she ordered as she tossed the soaked length into your lap and zipped her pants, walking over to the door with a smirk. “And keep that pretty little dress on.”

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alwaysuniquecoffee · 3 years ago

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Flowers are in Bloom Loki x reader ( Soulmate AU)

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Suicide, depression, anxiety, a lot of sadness

Summary: The reader and loki are soulmates but they don't know it yet.

Y/n pov

"Loki look," I say to the God, pointing at the flowers on a bush in the garden we made, " Flowers are in bloom!"

He smiles at me and carefully plucks one from the bush and places it in your hair. " They are indeed, and it seems so are you. Have you met your mate yet?" He inquires, raising his brow.

I shake my head with a small smile, that seems like all people can talk about now. Though Loki hasn't changed much, he doesn't go out of his way to find his special person or spend any less time with me or his brother, which I'm very grateful for. Tony has been a bit of an ass ever since he found his soulmate and has been coming down on me really hard. He drags me to social events knowing how being in front of crowds fuels my relentless anxiety.

The pressure to preform has made me pass out in the bathroom more times than I care to remember. I catch Loki staring at me and smiling, " What?" I ask.

" Who ever your soulmate is , Norns they are lucky." He says before picking up his book and leaving me to my-self. I decide to head up to Stark's office and see what it is he wanted from me.

" Y/n what the hell was that?!" He snaps as I enter

" Wh-what do you mean?"

" Last night at the press conference , what the hell were you thinking?" he shouts

" I-I just , I was doing my best," I stammer feeling the tears welling up in my eyes, my wrist started to burn and the itch to cut them up was evident. I fucked up... again. That's all I do is mess things up and make people angry. I flinch as he gets up and continues yelling in my face. I just hang my head down and mumble an apology before walking out and heading to my room. I'm just and ugly fucking mistake. A screw up nothing more, nothing less.

I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling as the hours pass by and then auto-pilot through the tower completing tasks before making up my mind. I begin writing letters to each of the team,

3rd pov

Loki had been watching you faze through the day and was worried, he realized that what ever you had been thinking about you'd made your decision. You had been more affectionate to the team in the last 3 hours than you had since you joined the Avengers. He was worried beyond belief and despite what the others thought he is capable of caring for someone and he cared for you. He feared that you were going to try to do what he tried to so long ago.

At 9:47 pm you left letters in every ones room and then headed for the roof top. The whole tower including Loki was asleep and you stepped up to the ledge facing the garden and then you jumped. Jarvis who noticed movement on the security cameras alerted Tony who wakes up and alerts the rest of the team. Clint sees the body of Y/n lying on the ground a smile on your face. The commotion wakes up the younger of the asgardian brothers who walks out to see Natasha crying and Wanda in Visions arms crying. He begins to worry not seeing you with the other females he advances down the hall way and then begins speeding down it as he sees his older brother with a look of pain on his face.

"Brother, where is Y/n?" Loki asks, as calm as he can manage.

" Brother she, just go back to bed,"

" I am not 10 any more where is Y/n ?" Before Thor could answer he began running down the hall to the garden where his most precious memories were made. He looks around in a panic and when he sees you on the ground he rushes to you and cradles your body tears spilling from his eyes mouth open in a silent scream as he realizes the red glow from his pinky to yours starting to go grey . He lost his soulmate. As he cried over your body, a flower came tumbling down the tree and he smiled placing it in your hair.

~ Look Y/n, Flowers are in bloom. ~

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thestarkerisobvious · 4 years ago

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Maybe he wasn’t as intimidating as he thought. He was doing his best, but the kid didn’t seem to be buying it. Maybe the truth was showing -- this kid, this complete unknown, was performing hacking stunts on a dare that put one Tony Stark to shame. This was the kind of kid Tony would have fallen hard for back in his no-one-actually-DARED-me-to-crack-the-Pentagon-firewall I-just-dared-myself days.

He was practically falling for the kid now. Which was a problem.

First, because the kid was barely legal. And second, because he had successfully hacked into JARVIS which was supposed to be impossible. As far as he could tell, it was STILL impossible. Which meant he needed answers from this kid, and this kid wasn’t giving them over.

“JARVIS is SI property, you realize that, right?” He gave his best glare. But nothing seemed to faze this kid, not the abduction, not the black room, not the fact that the kid was alone and there were 12 men between him and the nearest exist. Those huge brown eyes weren’t even defiant.

They were just... unimpressed.

And that was driving Tony nuts.

“That should concern you, because SI still holds weapon’s contracts with the Federal Government.” A bluff, of course, since his announcement that SI was no longer in the weapons business was legendary, but he was counting on the kid to be more interested in the tech than in his technical relationship with the government.

Still, nothing.

Dammit, who was this kid? Tony never had this level of chill at this age, and he was Howard Stark’s son. This kid was a beauty, but there was something else. Something he knew and Tony didn’t...

“It matters because SI is a Federal Contractor. Which means your sophomoric hackjob was a federal offense. Are you ready to deal with FBI?”

“I’m sorry... “

The angel’s voice was like honey. It would have been distracting if it hadn’t been so damn infuriating.

“...but... are... are you my bad cop or my good cop? I can’t quite tell...”

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smuckersblr · 3 years ago

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Cluess Part 2

after a good ass break I’m back boys

When they got home, Peter had gotten ready for an early night in, he was still mulling over what happened that night at dinner.

What had Dr. Banner meant by, “maybe we shouldn’t get into details while Peter is still here”?

What was so confidential that made them reconsider talking about matters while in the presence of Peter?

His father never cared to keep secrets between the two of them, he always let Peter know of his new projects he was working on, and even liked to hear Peter’s input in the matter.

But that night, they stopped talking about business and instead talked about the theatre in Manhattan and how they’re set to have a play this month.

While Peter was contemplating deeply about things his pretty head shouldn’t worry about, Tony knocked on his bathroom’s archway.

“Hey Pete.” the teen turned around, still rubbing his moisturizer on his hands and neck. “Yes dad?” Tony was looking at Peter like he always did when thinking deeply, it was the same look Peter got, well at least that's what Dr. Banner says.

“I have to go to the office real quick to pick up some papers I missed this morning,” he tapped absently on his hip with his palm, he was nervous.

“So, hold the fort down while I’m gone, alright?” Peter frowned his brows, a crease forming between the freshly plucked eyebrows, one that would make Peter cringe.

“Why can’t you just have Happy bring them here?” Tony let out a huff that resembled what would’ve been a laugh.

“You know Happy’s my driver, and your chauffeur so i’d make sure to not think of him as a call boy, or else no sporadic mall trips ever again.”

He frowned back at Peter, this of course was a joke and only in good humor. Peter stopped frowning and barked out a laugh.

“I suppose you're right, daddy.” Tony smiled back and left the room, heading out of the house.

Peter hadn’t ignored the fact that his dad was holding something back, he seemed even weirder than normal too by the looks of his reaction to having to leave Peter home alone.

The teen decided to push all of these trivial thoughts aside, because he didn’t like thinking too hard before bed, it made it harder to sleep and a headache to form at his temporal lobes.

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Only a minute had passed since the last time he checked his damn digital clock. The softly bright white numbers seemed to mock Peter with the fact that he couldn’t sleep now.

All he thought about was the damn dinner, why did they choose not to speak about business in front of him? Was it that top secret? What could possibly be that important, or worse, dangerous?

Peter sighed with indignation and shoved his sheets off his pliant body. The sweet warmth that was encased seemed to dissipate the longer he laid there, staring at the ceiling like the over thinkative kid he was.

While Peter was thinking too hard and laying in his own self loathing, there was a creak from downstairs. The sound reverberated through the empty mansion. Peter sat up like he wasn’t just laying there like a ragdoll.

He waited for a beat but didn’t hear anything else. He stood up and started to softly pad his way towards his open bedroom door.

“Jarvis, what was that?” Peter’s heartbeat started to accelerate at the possibilities that it could be something dangerous, maybe a robber? How did they get past Jarvis’ lockdown system?

“It seems to have come from your father’s workshop. Would you like me to notify him to come home?”

Peter nodded, for a second forgetting Jarvis was just a disembodied voice, one of his fathers creations that served almost like a house alarm system.

“Yes please, tell him to hurry home.” Peter licked his chapped lips, regretting not having a mini fridge in his room now so he could safely get a water bottle from his own terrain.

He thought they seemed like a college frat boy thing, he always hated how it seemed douchey to have one in your own room.

Peter took a step outside his own bubble of safety and stopped. He listened and heard nothing, so he took another, then another.

He was soon at the bottom of the staircase, the flare of it open’s to the dark abyss of the first floor.

“Jarvis, lights to 10%.” The lights on the first floor bloomed to life, the dim, yet needed, light let a wave of relief wash over the teenagers stiff shoulders. There was another noise from the hall that headed towards his fathers elevator that went down to his workshop.

This time it was louder and sounded like something heavier dropped. Peter flinched back at the sound, it was abrupt and loud in the quiet home.

Peter grabbed the antique candle holder that sat on the table near the front door before he decided to head towards the sound. He held it like it was a bat and took a deep breath before asking Jarvis to take him to his dad's workshop. Of course the robot had advised against it, but the teen was persuasive.

The lift opened, the whir of the doors was loud in the dark of the lab, Peter felt exposed with the lights in the elevator being a beacon to himself and blinding him from the dark void around him.

“Jarvis, lights to 100%.”

And once Jarvis had obeyed and the lights woke the room to expose every corner, Peter had gasped and dropped the candle holder.

Its loud clunk to the elevator's floor hadn’t fazed the teen, he was too shocked at the sight of a hunched shirtless man leaning against a workbench.

White knuckles of his right hand clenching tight to the table, as if it was the only thing keeping the man up from falling on the cold ground. Peter took in the sight of his trembling shoulders, the muscles in his back twitched and his legs seemed to be bowed inwards, like he was a doe walking for the first time.

Peter ignored the thought of comparing this large man that was built like a UFC fighter, to an innocent creature of mother nature.

“What are you doing in my dad’s lab!” Peter snapped himself out of his stupor and clenched his fists at his sides, trying to seem more sure of himself and intimidating.

The man stopped his trembling and his muscles seemed to tense more. His hunched back straightening out slowly, he was getting his bearings, and he was getting them fast.

The man seemed to be tall, taller than Peter’s own father even. The stranger was facing away from Peter, so the wall of muscle and some cargo pants were the only thing Peter saw of the man.

The man turned his head sideways, side-eyeing the boy from this distance, his curtain of brown hair hid the cold calculating glint in them.

The man seemed threatened, like a caged animal he slowly turned around, exposing his full body and features. Peter took a step back at what he saw.

His back hit the closed doors of the lift, the cold bite of the metal seemed to shock Peter even more into knowing this wasn’t a nightmare. The man seemed to notice Peter’s frightened look and the way his eyes seemed to stray to one side of the man.

The stranger followed the kid's gaze and looked to his left arm. The vibranium metal that met flesh like it was his limb. The man looked back at the kid, flexing his metal hand into a fist then relaxing it again, the whirring of panels shifting was even more jarring to Peter.

The kid swallowed and calmed himself down with rational, much needed thoughts. Like the fact that this guy was standing in his dad’s lab, shirtless, and with a metal arm that made the guy look cybernetic, robotic even.

So this must mean the man was the project his father and his friends avoided to speak about. It made sense when Peter finally noticed the empty glass tube that sat in the corner of the lab.

Puffs of exhaust coming from a broken pipe that connected to the pod, the door to the pod was dented from the inside and swung open to almost have been thrown off its hinges.

The man noticed Peter visibly relaxed rapidly by the second he was looking behind the stranger.

“Oh, you must be working with my father on his project, or you must be the project. Either way I’m sorry about coming down here, I thought there was an intruder.”

The man was still and his brows furrowed at the smile beaming from the kids face. The scared look was nowhere to be seen and instead of cowering against the doors of his escape, he stepped closer towards the man.

“Did you just wake up? Do you have a change of clothes or do you want some food?” The man was quiet the whole time Peter was stepping closer, ‘till he was face to face with the man and tilting his head like the innocent kid he was.

“Why were you in there anyway?” Peter looked once more behind the man and to the pod that seemed claustrophobic, it looked like there wasn’t enough room for a man to lay down, in fact it looked like it was meant from someone to just stand in.

The longer he looked at the thing, he noticed the straps at the sides of the cushioned mat in the back panel of the pod. Restraints.

Peter shuddered and looked back at the man, the more he looked the more he noticed the look of untrust in his eyes.

The guarded look made Peter’s jaw clench, the scruff on his cut jawline affecting Peter in a way he didn’t want to be affected in right now.

His stoney gaze sent a chill down Peter’s spine and he stopped trying to ask questions, the man was clearly not talkative.

“I’m Peter Stark.”

The soft tone coming out of nowhere, the rush of questions seized and his whirling mind was put to a stop once the man seemed to look over Peter.

“Bucky.”

Peter widened his eyes at the man's rough voice. It sounded harsh in the still air around them, waking the cogs in the kids head and causing a warm blush to tint the kids cheekbones.

“Do you want water, Bucky?” Bucky nodded hesitantly and watched Peter walk away and to the mini fridge his dad kept down here (and yes Peter did trash on his dad for having one in their house, but he had no say since it was his father’s workshop, therefore, his domain).

Peter quickly grabbed the chilled bottle and after a second thought got his own and made his way back to Bucky. He tried to help the man sit down on one of the mobile stools, but was ignored and made to sit across from Bucky.

Peter watched Bucky drink heavily from the bottle, the crunch of the plastic loud along with the gulping coming from the man that seemed to be very dehydrated.

“What were you doing in there?” Bucky stopped drinking his bottle, placed it down and looked at Peter like he was back to being an enemy.

The teen rolled his eyes and huffed, capping his water bottle and tapping his fingers against the cold surface of the metal table.

“I’m just curious Bucky, I don't have an ulterior motive or whatever.” Bucky stayed quiet for a bit, taking in Peter and his words before going back to finishing his water.

Right when Peter thought he really was just going to be ignored and waiting in silence till his dad got home, Bucky spoke up.

“I don’t remember.”

Peter snapped his head up, looking at Bucky like he was trying to sedate a bunny.

“I’m sure my dad was just helping you.”

But those words didn’t sound right to him, they unsettled him and seemed to do the same to Bucky. His shoulders hunching once more and his head bowing for his hair to create a curtain once again to hide his face.

Peter, without thinking, reached out to brush the strands away, gasping once his wrist was caught tightly by Bucky.

His quick reflexes inhuman almost, it should’ve unsettled the kid, but it didn’t deter him at all from staying still and letting Bucky know he wasn’t gonna hurt him.

His hold loosened minutely, until his hold was loose on Peter’s delicate wrist, once more reaching forward and brushing a strand from hiding the man’s fired eyes.

It felt like they were in their own little world, like everything else around them was paused and Peter forgot that he made Jarvis notify his dad to come home.

The swoosh of the elevator’s doors broke both of them out of their trance-like state. Peter lowered his hand from the air when Bucky had fully let go. Both their attentions to one panicked Tony Stark.

Some sort of gauntlet that was bright red encased his dad’s opened palm. A bright circle of blue whirring to life once aimed at the target in front of him.

“Pete, get away from him!”

Peter was put off by his dad’s yelling, the way his muscles were tense and his stance was ready for battle, and some kind of weird alien tech on his dad’s hand.

“Daddy stop! Bucky won’t hurt me, put that thing down!”

Peter made sure to lean more to his left to try and cover Bucky’s frame with himself, even if the man was too broad. “Pete, seriously kid move, that guy isn’t really in the right state of mind to be making those types of decisions right now.”

Peter furrowed his brows, his dad was speaking again now as if Peter knew what he was talking about. “Dad seriously I didn’t know he was already down here in your lab, I thought he was an intruder.”

While Peter was trying to stop his dad from firing off, whatever that weapon was, he didn’t notice Bucky moving out from behind Peter and subtly covering Pete with his own body.

Peter stopped talking at the shock of Bucky protecting Peter from his own dad, albeit Bucky probably didn’t know what was actually happening and he maybe just thought that his only source of kindness was being threatened by a strange man in a suit and a gauntlet on his hand.

Tony slowly put his arm down, the gauntlet looked like it was encasing itself back under the cuff of his dad's sleeve. Peter looked over Bucky’s wide frame and gave his dad a confused look, he’ll make sure to inquire about that weird thing later once everyone isn't trying to kill each other.

Tony raised both hands in the air slowly, a token of trust, a surrender.

“Alright big guy, imma need you to take ten steps away from my kid, then we can have an adult chat, with no more surprises, deal?” Tony was trying to talk calmly, his negotiating skills coming in clutch with the way Bucky slowly relaxed, but he still stood firmly in front of Peter.

Peter ignored the weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach at the protectiveness from the stranger, ignored it because they just met and Peter was the first nice person he was probably introduced to in a long time.

“It’s alright Bucky, that’s my dad he won't hurt me.” Peter put a placating hand on the man's back, the cool touch from Peter’s soft palm brought a flush to the warm skin.

Bucky turned his head a bit to get a look of Peter while still having Tony in his line of sight. Peter smiled up at him and nodded confidently. When Bucky finally stepped away from hiding Peter from his dad’s sights, Tony rushed in and hugged his son tightly.

“God I thought you were dying when Jarvis sent that message.” Peter let out a snort that he would later pretend he never made, his father was so over dramatic sometimes.

“Sorry dad, I thought there was a robber or something, didn’t want anyone stealing your precious tools.” Tony shook his head and ruffled the kids hair fondly, relieved and satiated with the knowledge his son was safe, he looked back at the thing that was causing this panic in the first place.

Or man, definitely man, he looked like he was created to be the embodiment of what a man should look like, strong, tall, broad, handsome.

“Wait, who’s Bucky?” Tony pulled back from Peter with a confused look, Peter just smiled and turned his head towards the man that looked out of place in the sterile lab.

“Him!”

Tony frowned and let go of Peter to fully take in this new information.

“You named him?” Peter punched his dad in the shoulder and whined.

“No daddy, he told me!” Tony just nodded and put a placating hand on his shoulder. “Huh, well I’ll be damned.” It was spoken softly and almost astonishedly.

“His name is actually James Buchanan Barnes, he was that project I was advised not to tell you about.” Tony winced at the word ‘project’, seeming a little insensitive to the fact that James was a human being and not a ‘thing’ to be experimented on.

“So, who is he?” Peter turned around to look at Bucky curiously, tilting his head and squinting his eyes contemplatively at Bucky’s mimicking features of Peter’s.

Tony brushed away the uneasiness creeping in from Peter being the one thing Bucky didn’t let his eyes stray away from too long. The billionaire stepped to the side and brought up a hologram from a strip of some cords that connected to a little box that looked like a wifi router.

An image of a file with Bucky’s face on the side and a column of text in black bolded letters, a sigil in the corner signifying that it’s owned by the government.

“Our new house guest here was a soldier-turned-assassin from 1941 to current time. Looks like we got ourselves a real life Doc.”

Peter ignored his dad’s lame joke and instead focused on the fact that Bucky was from the 40s. What would that make him, a hundred years old? Peter looked from the holo screen to the prone figure of the ‘super soldier’, the article seeming to sum up Bucky to be a man killing machine, trained from brainwashing and rigorous punishment.

A feeling of dread seeped into the boys bones with the thought of Bucky, what seemed to be a lost, cute, dopey guy, turning into a man-made machine, he was a test subject for years ever since he was captured by a guy who worshipped a thing called HYDRA.

“Who would ever do that?” Peter’s voice cracked with the way his soft voice broke with a hitch of his breath.

“He must be traumatized.” Tony hummed, still focused on the article and swiping through the pages of what seemed to be a folder.

“I would’ve thought so too, but he might not remember those things, probably blocked it all out, or his brain got fried enough to break off any strand of memory to get past that whole mess of feelings.”

Peter scowled at his dad for insinuating Bucky to be brain dead by now, a complete insult to the evidence standing there proudly.

“If you really must know my dear son, who is stubborn like his own father, me and Bruce got wind of this ‘Hydra’ having an empty bunker in the depths of Serbia. We got the authority to go in and get their research of what was called the ‘soldier serum’, some old patriotic move made by my own daddy-dearest. Long story short kid, I'm supposed to keep him near me at all times ‘cuz the guy was still knocked out in there and reserved, we all thought he was just a machine, but turns out he’s more real than we thought.”

Tony looked over at the large mass that seemed to swallow up space in just one spot. “He’s nice, can he stay here? Like in a guest room preferably because this is totally on my red flag radar of keeping a human in a pod capsule locked in our basement.”

Tony huffed and turned the hologram off with a flick of his wrist. “You make my very expensive extension to the house seem like a little ‘man-cave project’.” Tony’s muttering was white noise in the back of Peter’s head. He was now looking over to Bucky.

The man was still staring at Peter, just standing and staring at the kid ever since Tony guided him across the room. Peter’s cheeks flushed a blossom pink, heat rushing over the teen’s face as if Jarvis turned the room’s heater on.

“He can stay in the room next to mine.” Peter’s voice jarred Tony out of his rambling on the matter of his precious workshop.

“Uh, I don't think so, he can have one on the first floor. The room farthest from you.” Peter turned and gave his cute scowl to his dad, as if it was a threat but it only caused a fond smile to spread across Tony’s face.

“Uh hey big guy, stop staring, it's making me uncomfortable.” Bucky looked up at Tony then away, not looking back at Peter, the kid frowned.

“Alright let's move this party upstairs, I need a drink.”

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The next morning Peter sat at the marbled island, a strawberry smoothie on his right, and a super soldier from the past on his left. Bucky was hunched over, eating like it was his first meal in, well, forever.

Peter watched with rapt attention, he was the one who made it after all, the paid chef that his dad loves didn't get to put down a pan before Bucky growled out a ‘no’.

Peter then took it upon himself and made french toast with bacon, scrambled eggs loaded with cheese, and a glass of OJ. “Stop staring at him Pete, it’s probably why he stares at you, he thinks you're challenging him.”

Tony walked into the room with an air to him that said ‘too early to deal with super soldiers and/or my own kin’.

“Don’t talk about him while he’s in the same room!” Peter’s abrupt voice got Bucky to stop eating for a second and look over him, then went back to eating. Peter smiled at the man’s stuffed cheeks and looked over to his dad who was scrolling through his Stark phone.

“Hey manchurian candidate, imma need you to stay in the lab ‘till Pete gets back home from school. Or at least stay in the house because I can’t have government officials knowing I took a souvenir from Russia.”

Bucky just looked at Tony like he was stupid, Tony of course didn’t like the blank stare coming from him so he turned around and focused on pouring his coffee into his travel mug.

“Why can’t Bucky come to school with me?”

At Peter’s question, the winter soldier seemed to lighten up a bit, his posture straightening and his body turning more towards the teen.

“No no no no, a thousand times no Pete. This guy is a trained assassin who was and probably still is government property, not some new roommate you can hang out with.” Tony gave a fake smile at Peter’s over exaggerated frown.

“But daddy, look at him!”

Tony watched how Peter gestured to the stiff man of a killing machine who wasn’t in the slightest as adorable as Peter was trying to make him seem.

The guy's hair framed his chiseled face which only made him look more threatening. He was also staring down Tony like he dared him to say no again. Tony gulped and grabbed for his phone again to look busy.

“I said no Pete, the guy hasn’t been in civilization in years, also I don’t think he’d want to be surrounded by emotionally oppressed teens all day.”

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