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Neighbors (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

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Words: 2k (unedited yayyyyyy sorry not sorry)

Warnings: none, eventual mentions of PSTD, anxiety, and nightmares

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Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

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“And who is he?” 

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

Ugh.

It was 7:00 am sharp on a Monday morning, with your first full day ahead of you at the Avengers complex. It had been two weeks since you got your powers and your entire life had turned right around. You didn’t know your own body anymore, you felt like a child. Trying to figure out your limits every day. Nothing felt the same, almost like you were watching it happen to someone else from afar.

You never asked for it. But nonetheless, here you were in your new room. Far from your old home.

Someone knocked on your door, and Wanda popped her head in.

Wanda was the first person to talk to you when you arrived, and you felt secure around her. She was the room across from you and pretty much the only one in the whole complex you had even spoken with yet besides Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers. She was a bit younger than you, so it felt like you had the little sister you always wanted.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Wanda says, opening the door a bit more.  “Would you like some breakfast? Vision can make you anything you’d like.”

She was already dressed, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, although she had bags under her eyes. Must’ve been up late. She had a grey tank top on and some black leggings, and just some ankle socks with a light sweater over top.

You sat up, rubbed your eyes and threw your legs out from under the bed. You could feel your hair sticking up and you had lines all over your arms from your shirt. Man, it felt like you’d slept for a month.

“Yes please, I am starving,” you replied, feeling your stomach rumble when you sat up.

“Well come on Y/L/N!” She slid down the hallway down past some other doors and was quickly out of sight.

You got out of bed and trudged out the door, still half asleep when you heard a grunt coming from the next door down. You stopped, curious as to who your next door neighbor was.

You weren’t terribly familiar with any of the other Avengers, but you recognized some. Vision was pretty hard to miss, you knew Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers obviously and Wanda, but others tended to blur together.

The grunting continued and became more aggressive. You weren’t affected by that as your curiosity won over. You quietly stepped near the cracked door and looked in with your stomach against the door.

The room was fairly empty, except some clothes on the floor, an alarm clock identical to yours and a man in a bed. He had his hair up in a bun and a white tank top on, the rest of his body covered by a single blanket. He looked sweaty and his bed was a mess.

Must be an active sleeper, you thought to yourself.

You continue to watch, growing a bit worrisome at his sudden movements, and he turned toward you quickly. The look of discomfort on his face was frightening and he snapped his eyes awake, directly on you. Your eyes widen and for a split second, everything froze. You then moved at the same time; he jumped out of bed and you darted back in your room. You hid behind your door, and he walked out into the hallway. He looked around, not seeing you or anybody else. He sighed, took his hair down to let it fall on his neck. He scratched his stomach and walked back into his room.

You were unaware of you holding your breath until he shut his door. The stunning image of his eyes and that look on his face had already been engraved in your memory for good. You shook your head, determined not to think about him anymore and slid out to head to the dining room.

 “Where’d you go Y/N?” Wanda asked, realizing she kinda left you behind.

“Oh, just still waking up. And this place is huge, so it takes me a minute to find things,” you said, awkwardly laughing. “Hi Vision, are you cooking anything yummy up?”

Vision looked up, wearing his “Robots Can Cook Too” apron and smiled at you. “Of course Y/N, anything, in particular, you would like on this Monday morning?”

“Maybe some eggs and toast? With a bit of butter,” you replied, already smelling the omelet he was making for Wanda.

“Sounds fantastic.” He went back to work, and you and Wanda made small talk until more people started arriving dressed and ready to start the day.

 One by one, everybody was eventually in the living room and had eaten breakfast until two people were left to come out. Mr. Rogers was one of them but you weren’t sure who the other was. Then you realized you were the only person not dressed and slipped out of the room to go put on some clothes and look a bit more presentable.

 When you got to your room, you heard voices in the next room down and curiosity won again. You tiptoed down to the room and listened carefully to the two voices talking on the other side; Mr. Rogers and somebody you didn’t know yet.

“We need somebody to talk to you about this, it’s been consistently happening for nights now Buck.” Buck? Who is Buck??

“Steve, it’s been happening for years. They’re just a bit more violent now, nothing I can’t handle.” This man’s voice was husky and deep, coming from the next door neighbor you assumed.

You peeked through the back of the door’s crack and saw Mr. Rogers, standing with his arms crossed looking at this all too new and now familiar face. You had yet to dress yet, still in your oversized ACDC shirt and Nike shorts underneath with black ankle socks on.

 Both of the men were at least 5 inches taller than you, Mr. Rogers seeming an inch or two taller than this other man. You could only see the left side of his body (your left) and then he moved slightly and you saw it. You must’ve been so distracted by his face the first time that you hadn’t even noticed that he was missing an arm, replaced by a metal one with a shining red star on the shoulder. His facial hair had been growing, but nothing more than stubble. His hair was parted all which ways, and he was still in his white tank top and black sweatpants with no socks. His eyes were probably the most distracting thing about him though.

They were a soft baby blue, with medium length eyelashes but something was different about them. Not only were they beautiful, but they seemed so exhausted. Like he’d been through hell and back twice but still had the energy to get out of bed. They were experienced. Knowing. You wondered what those eyes had seen and why they were so tired. He drew you in just by you looking at him.

Then he looked at you. Mr. Rogers noticed what he was looking at, so he turned around and walked toward you, knowing you’d been caught. He walked toward you, with the guilt rising in your chest for eavesdropping.

“Hey Y/N.” said Steve, as he shut the door. “What all did you hear while listening in?” He looked at you with his hands on his hips, waiting to hear what you had to say.

“Not much at all, I was just coming to change.” You replied, attempting to play it off.

He looked at you suspiciously but decided to drop it. “Well, alright. Go ahead and get dress, we’ll be starting soon.”

He walked away, already ready as well in his elbow length navy shirt and grey cargo pants with navy blue shoes. You sighed of relief and headed to your room to get ready for your first day, and what a day it had already been by 7:45 am.

 Everyone was dressed and ready in the living room on couches and chairs, even your mysterious neighbor who had his hair down and clean, a long sleeve black shirt on and grey joggers with black tennis shoes. You were dressed as well, in a white short sleeve shirt and some teal leggings with light grey shoes and your hair up in a ponytail.

Mr. Stark was going over the training we’d be doing as a team today, although much of the attention was on me and getting my powers ready for battle. Everybody seemed to have a different task for me and I would practice a bit with everyone. Even Peter, the youngest of the bunch. Even though he’s young, he still has a lot more experience than you, you thought.

 You looked around the room at everyone and zoned out, getting an idea of who was who while Mr. Stark introduced you to the group. There was a tall man standing next to Mr. Rogers who seemed to be good friends with him, Peter Parker who you knew from Mr. Stark telling you, Vision and Wanda, an older man who has braces around his legs and seemed to be in constant slight pain during the whole meeting, your neighbor, a woman with short blonde hair and a a serious stare, a man who seemed to be in his 40s with short black curly hair sitting next to the woman, and finally a man standing behind the couch, with a vest on and a sling of arrows on his back.

 Mr. Stark quickly listed names off to you as everyone waved or said hello, but when he got to your neighbor, you came back to the conversation and heard that his name was Bucky. Mr. Stark’s voice changed a bit when he had said his name, like something between the two of them, had happened in the past and it had not gone well.

“And that’s everyone! So, in about 10 minutes we’ll meet outside near the hangar and get ready for today’s training, starting with Little Miss Shapeshifter over here.”

You froze, immediately growing cold and uncomfortable. You were not exactly comfortable, to say the least with your powers yet, much less ready to reveal them to the whole group on your first day; but it seems like Mr. Stark had taken care of that for you already. Everyone’s eyes were on you, as you squeaked out a small hello and everyone left, you still as tense as a wooden board.

Mr. Stark saw your discomfort and sent everybody on their way, but stayed to chat with you.

You caught some stares and glances when everyone left but one specifically caught your eye. Bucky. He was staring at you, with a bit of confusion but mostly curiosity. You both seemed to be thinking the same thing, without either of you knowing it.

Who the hell are you?

But the real question was, did he want to know more about you?

Mr. Stark snapped you back to reality and Bucky was walking back to the hallway and soon out of sight when Mr. Stark began to speak. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. Things just slip out of my mouth without thinking but everybody would find out sooner or later today okay? My bad, Y/N.”

Mr. Stark rubbed your shoulder and walked off with Wanda coming to loosen you up, as she could see you were still tense.

“Hey, you okay?” Wanda said, wanting to make sure you were alright.

You dropped your shoulders and sighed, “Yeah I guess so. I don’t know, I guess I wanted to tell everyone myself about this weird thing that has happened to me. I’m still really uncomfortable in my own skin for now, but hopefully, all of you will help.”

Wanda gave you a small smile and a side hug when you thought you could maybe ask her something.

“Hey, Wanda?”

She looked at you and said, “What’s up?”

“Who is Bucky?”

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Sweet Cheeks (Tony Stark x Reader)

Words: 921(it’s short i’m sorry)

Warnings: flirtinggggg ooooo

Requested: BY MY HOMEGIRL BIB @magic-marvel

Summary: Being Mr. Stark’s personal assistant comes with pros and cons, one of them being Tony’s constant flirtatious personality in the workplace. It was hard to focus and you knew he had a thing for you; what if you played along?

A/N: IT SUCKS BUT HERE WE GO YAYYYY

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“Fancy meeting you here, sweet cheeks.”

“Tony, you asked me on the date.”

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You didn’t know or care much about Tony Stark. That was until, you had become his personal assistant. It basically then, became your job to know and care about everything he had done or needed to do. Which drove you crazy, because he was a total ass. He could do absolutely nothing, and he’d still manage to annoy you somehow.

Everyone was convinced you two had the hots for each other but you weren’t convinced. Sure, Tony flirted with you but he flirted with girl practically. It’s his nature. Sure he was pretty nice to look at and you weren’t half bad yourself, but nothing would ever happen. Not that you wanted it to.

You had just arrived at the complex when you already had 12 messages from Tony, asking when you’d arrive. You roll your eyes as you walk in with you bag to meet him and discuss upcoming events he needed to attend.

 “How can I focus when such a pretty lady is sitting right in front of me?”

Tony had been flirting with you since you started working for him. but today had been one of the worst. Basically anything that came out of his mouth was flirtatious and you began to formulate an idea in your head.

I wonder what Tony would do if I flirt back?

You thought this all out while going over Tony’s schedule with him and what needed to be done today when Tony asked you a question.

“Are you hungry?”

“A bit. Why’s that Mr. Stark?”

“Y/N, we’ve been over this. Call me Tony sweetcheeks.”

“I don’t know, Tony.” You said, turning toward him and slowly standing up, never breaking eye contact with him. “Mr. Stark just seems more professional doesn’t it?”

You walked behind him, Tony still in his chair and a bit stiffer now. You could tell that he was more tense at your sudden attitude change.

“Yeah, I guess your right Y/N but maybe you shouldn’t be so professional all the time,” Tony replied, turning his chair to look at you.

You looked him up and down in his casual clothes for the day; long sleeve dark blue shirt and black joggers. He seemed to go for comfort today, while you were in a black strapless jumpsuit and short white heels, making you still shorter than Tony. You walked closer to him with his eyes looking you down and up, but only until you held him by his chin with your other hand on the arm rest and you were almost nose to nose.

“You seem a bit stiff Mr. Stark. Anything bothering you?” you said, looking at his lips and biting your own bottom one. You let go of his chin and he began to stand up, so close you could feel his hot breath on you.

“Nothing is bothering me, but things just got a bit more interesting don’t you think?” Tony said, walking so close that he backed you into the glass and put his hand on yours very gently, with his expression becoming more soft.

He looked at you with softness in his eyes. “Hi.”

You’d never seen him this way before and all those claims from others about you two liking one another and maybe they were all right. You’d never seen Tony make this expression before. Especially with you. But a warm feeling rose in your chest and you interlocked you fingers with his.

“Hi Tony.” You said gently. You never noticed that there was a bit of amber in the brown of his eyes. You grabbed his other hand and intertwined your fingers again with your back pressed against the cold glass. You experienced something different with Tony in these few moments you stood together enjoying the closeness of your bodies when Tony leaned down and and gently kissed your cheek.

He lingered for a few seconds, you feeling a warm sensation spread throughout your body and you melted into him immediately.

You had had feelings for him for awhile but you buried them inside your own head with thoughts of hatred because you didn’t think he liked you. It almost felt like a high school love story, even though you were adults but that seemed to be fine with both of you. It seemed that Tony felt the same way and now you could express what you’ve secretly wanted to for awhile.

You pulled away from each other but right before you did, Tony whispered something in your ear.

“What size dress do you wear sweetcheeks, because I’d like to spoil you if you’d let me take you out tonight.” Tony winked at you like he always did but it felt more genuine this time, making you laugh.

“Depends on where you’re taking me sweetcheeks.” He widened his eyes at the joke you’d made and then jumped up to give him a small kiss on the cheek before seeing the rest of the group at the complex speechless and frozen in their tracks. After a few seconds, Rogers screams “Finally!” as the whole group comes over to discover that you two had finally realized you liked one another after a year of working together.

Later that night, you and Tony went on your date at a nice restaurant and had a walk afterward back to your apartment, because Tony wanted to be a “gentleman”.

He tried his best and he succeeded, time and time again.

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Neighbors *Chapter 3* (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

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Words: 3.7k 

Warnings: nightmares, couple of curse words oooo

Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

A/N: okay so I really like this chapter and it makes me laugh a lot and i really hope you like it!! sorry it took awhile for me to write it lol. please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! xoxo lena

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“Tony, I’ve never seen him that comfortable talking with someone he just met.”

“But what did they talk about?”

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It was the next day, and you were ready to now train with the last five Avengers; including Bucky. Yesterday had been a whirlwind and you were sore, but nothing could stop you from proving yourselves to your new companions and showing them how powerful you really were.

All of your strengths didn’t just come from your ability, but you had other qualities as well that would help you in battles. Hand to hand combat, quick thinking, and sharp vision; but your ability played a huge part in how you fought and trained in the facility. You can form into any animal that will suit your needs at that moment and back in the blink of an eye but like any power, the more you use it the more it drains your strength. This is why you try to save your energy when fighting until you need to switch.

It wasn’t always large animals that switched into either. In some cases, a dog or a bird can be much more helpful than a gorilla or an elephant. But you were learning more and more about your power every day here and learning how hard and fast you could push yourself to learn more.

You stood up to get yourself ready for the day until you heard a noise. It was very early in the morning and you couldn’t sleep but, everyone else should be sleep right? It wasn’t a noise of someone getting up either; unfortunately, you recognized that sound immediately and shot out from your room. You dashed over to the room next to you to find Bucky almost fighting with himself in his bed but still sleep.

You cautiously but quickly went over to avoid his thrashing arms and legs, but manage to sneak in when he relaxed a bit and sit behind him, with him naturally fitting his body in between your legs. You weren’t sure why or how you had done this; your body moved before your brain could think. All you knew was that you had to get to him and help him.

You gently put your hand on Bucky’s shoulder and felt him flinch and shy away from your touch, but you tried again and he relaxed into it. You then moved your other hand on his head and stroked his hair. He hadn’t talked or screamed during this nightmare, but just thrashed violently and grunted a few times. It was bizarre, but you needed to focus on getting him back to sleep and away from whatever images were haunting him in his sleep.

You stayed like that for a while, until you felt himself rearrange and you froze like an icicle. What is he doing? He rolled himself on to his stomach, right on top of your torso and still in between your legs and laid his head sideways on your stomach. His left arm was down by his side, but he gently wrapped his other arm around your body, trapping you in his grasp.

You whispered to yourself, “I guess I am your cuddle buddy when the dreams get bad.” You recalled your conversation yesterday with Bucky and how natural it felt talking to him. You quickly grew to like talking to him, even though there had only been one conversation so far. None of the other Avengers were there when the whole ordeal happened and you two had been alone, making it more personal; at least you thought.

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Yesterday…

“So who is she again?”

“Y/N, she escaped from her home after his parents were killed by HYDRA and they wanted to use her as a weapon. I found her in Manhattan, fighting against a group of men who were trying to steal what little she had left. I was going to run over and help, but she suddenly changed form into a lioness, quickly scaring away the men but once they were gone her form flickered and she changed back. She collapsed on the ground and was barely awake but I couldn’t just leave her there. I saw something in her. She was and is determined and strong, but we can make her stronger and support her.”

“I completely trust your decision, Tony, I think that she’ll make a great asset to the team. But how do we know HYDRA won’t come here looking for her?”

“We don’t Steve. HYDRA is scrambled with small groups all over the country, and we don’t even know if they have a leader yet.”

“We just need to keep our eyes open. We can’t let them cause an attack on the facility and hurt anyone.”

“She’s a strong one, Rogers. If you’d ask me if I think she can take anything we throw at her, I’d bet all my money. I have this feeling about her.”

“You have feelings about a lot of things, Stark.”

Tony just rolled his eyes at that one, even though he knew it was true and so did everyone else. The two men kept walking down the hallway until they both stopped. They heard a conversation in the kitchen happening at the table. Each man immediately recognized one voice; Steve heard Bucky and Tony heard you. They snuck up to the end of the hallway knowing they wouldn’t be seen and Tony tapped both of their listening devices into the microphone that was underneath the kitchen camera to listen. They knew they shouldn’t be eavesdropping but both Tony and Steve were shocked to see them having a conversation together, and almost relaxed around one another.

They backed away when you and Bucky had stood up to leave the kitchen and you shoved him just a bit and laughed. Once you two had left, Steve and Tony just turned to one another and had the exact same question on their mind.

What the hell was that?

“Well, I guess she’s good at making friends,” Steve says to break the silence.

“Yeah, she’s already become close with Maximoff but Bucky? Did not see that one coming.” Tony replied.

“And you think I did? Buck doesn’t open up to people that quickly, something must have happened between them but they seem comfortable around one another.”

“Yeah, after what they’ve both been through I would imagine they can relate to one another in many ways. Not completely considering your friend is like centuries old but-”

Steve gave Tony a light shove and the two chuckled at Tony’s smart comment. They began to walk back down the hallway they’d come from the side by side. They’d come a long way as friends over the years, so it was nice for them to joke around again.

“We’ll see how it goes between them, but we’ll need to keep an eye out.”

“Roger that.”

Steve stopped and turned to Tony before saying, “Pun intended?”

“WOW! You’re learning, you’ve been spending too much time with Parker.”

“What, he’s good at keeping me up to speed!”

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You woke up to the sound of someone snoring and the door creaking open. You tried to move but something was holding you down. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand to see Bucky laying on your stomach fast asleep, and you began to panic about how long you two have been asleep.

When did I fall asleep? And how long have I been in here?

“That’s what I was just about to ask you.”

You snapped your head to the door to see Tony and Steve standing at the doorway, both holding in their laughter and whispering. They stepped into Bucky’s room but then he started to wake up and you were frozen like a board.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked in a hushed voice, careful not to wake Bucky.

“Yes??” you replied uncertainly.

“Wait... Y/N, does he not know that he’s sleeping on you?” Tony asked quietly and frantically.

You made a scrunched up and cringe face, and innocently said, “No?”

Both of the men look at each other not sure what to do but Bucky then suddenly shifted and begins to sit up. Steve and Tony trampled each other to the door and run out so Bucky wouldn’t see them, which made you laugh because of how ridiculous they look tripping one another to get to the door still in their pajamas.

Once they left, Bucky sat up and you couldn’t move. You weren’t sure how he would respond to seeing you in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and swung his feet off the side of the bed. He moved his right hand over to his bedside table but bumped your arm in the process and you both froze as soon as you made contact.

Bucky’s eyes shot wide open and he whipped his head towards you who could not have looked more terrified of what would happen or more embarrassed of the fact that you were in his bed. He was frozen in that state for a solid 20 seconds before he softened slightly, as did you.

“So…” you squeaked out awkwardly.

“Um, hey.” Bucky chuckled awkwardly and then scratched the back of his neck and looked away from you down to his lap. “So, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, already knowing what his question will be.

“What exactly are you doing in my bed?” he said, with his eyes squinted in curiosity and a bit of amusement on his face.

“Well… it was the middle of the night last night and I heard you making noises so I came over to check on you and you were thrashing a bit and seemed to be having a nightmare again so I tried to calm you down and I ended up under you but you calmed down and then I was stuck under you so I fell asleep and now here we are.”

You basically said the run on sentence in 5 seconds so you weren’t sure if Bucky understood any of it but by the look on his face, he seemed to have gotten parts of it.

He was quiet for a couple of minutes but then quietly asked a question, his face void of emotion.

“How loud was I?”

You looked at him with sympathy even though you knew he wouldn’t want your sympathy. He refused to look at you and just stared at his wall where his dresser and closet were.

“To be honest, you were quieter than I expected but it was 3 in the morning and there was no other noise for me to hear. It was mainly you just thrashing and making a few noises here and there.”

He looked over at you and said “Don’t be gentle about it. How was it really?”

“You think I’m lying to you about this? I’m serious Bucky, it was one of the better nightmares you’ve had in terms of noise. Something was obviously bothering you but only your body seemed to be reacting.”

You took a deep breath and continued, “I told you that I understand what it’s like to have nightmares so frightening that you either can’t move or can’t stop moving. I heard you and it was like my body moved before I could think about what I was doing. Next thing I knew, I was wrapping my arms around you and rubbing your arms to try and calm you down.”

You found yourself blushing at that and you were no longer looking at Bucky but now down at your lap from embarrassment. You heard him scoot closer toward you on the bed and he was now sitting next to you, his feet right next to yours, dangling off the bed.

You continued on, trying to ignore to close proximity of your bodies, “After a while, you calmed down but you fell asleep on top of me. I didn’t want to disturb you because you were finally sleeping again but I wasn’t sure how you’d react when you woke up and found me in your bed.”

“Well, I was a bit alarmed at first. But now, now that I know why and how you’re here I don’t quite mind. Besides, you seem to make a pretty good cuddler which I can now say from experience.”

You looked at Bucky and he was now smirking at you while you happened to be as pink as cotton candy. You quickly looked back down at your lap and tried to explain how sorry you were at the awkwardness of the situation.

“Listen, Bucky-”

“James.”

You felt his hand on your knee and you looked back up at him.

“My real name is James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky, it’s been my nickname since I was a kid. But with people I like and I’m comfortable with, I prefer them to call me James.”

Your mouth was parted open slightly in surprise for one that Bucky was comfortable around you and two that he likes you.

“Buck- sorry, James. We’ve only known each other for a week or two. Why do you already trust me?”

He paused, obviously not expecting your question and you felt bad immediately asking the question.

“You don’t have to-”

“No, it’s okay. I want to.” He took a paused and closed his eyes; your eyes never wavered from his face and his expression.

“There is just something about you and our energy together that I find comfortable. Most people I shy away from because they shy away from me, but you; you treated me like everyone else which is all I’ve wanted since I joined this team. Everyone knows about my past and everyone knows how difficult it is for me to open up, so they just avoid the topic of my past altogether. But you just looked past all of it.”

You shrugged gently, “Well James, I didn’t know you had a troubled past.”

His face dropped as did his shoulders, “Oh. Well, if you’d rather not get involved…”

“No! No, actually I find you really interesting and very nice.” You set your hand on his leg this time and looked him dead in the eyes, and he looked back with hope in his expression. “Every part of you.”

You smiled at each other and your hand was still on his arm but you took it off to lay your head on his shoulder.

“And James?”

“Yes?”

“If you’re ever comfortable with telling me about your past or need to talk about something, I’m always up for it. I’m comfortable with you too.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Call me Y/N/N.”

You felt him chuckle and say, “Okay. Anything you want.”

You sat in silence with one another for a few minutes before you stood up and said goodbye to Bucky, off to get ready for the long day ahead.

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“Where were you this morning?” Wanda whispered to you on the way to training.

“I was really tired and I happened to sleep in a bit.”

Wanda looked at you questioningly. “Y/N, I went to your room this morning so we could go to breakfast this morning but you weren’t there.”

Your eyes widened and you scratched your arm and avoided Wanda’s eyes. “Oh.”

You looked in front of and behind you in the hallway to see if anybody was near; Falcon and Mr. Rogers were a little bit ahead of you but nobody was behind so you pulled Wanda into a small room. She yelped a bit and you put your hand over her mouth to make her be quiet.

You took your hand off and Wanda was already talking, “What was that for?”

“Listen, the reason I wasn’t in my room this morning sounds strange but really isn’t all that bad. I just don’t want anyone else knowing besides James and I.”

“James?” Wanda asked questioningly.

“Sorry, Bucky.”

“Wait, he lets you call him James now?!?!?!?”

“Yes, yes but that’s not that point. The point is the reason because I wasn’t in my room last night and this morning; I heard Bucky in the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep and I heard him grunting and thrashing so I went to check on him and he was having a pretty bad nightmare. It was almost like my body moved before I could think but next thing I know, I’m underneath him and holding him to calm him down and it worked but I got stuck. He fell asleep on top of me and it was 3 a.m. so I just happened to fall asleep too until Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers found us.”

Wanda blinked a couple of times, hopefully processing the word vomit that just happened and then she spoke again.

“So you were in Bucky’s room helping him overcome a nightmare and cuddling him?”

You shrugged and blushed, not that Wanda could see in the dark room. “Yes?”

“Oh, alright then. Wait, did you say Tony and Steve saw you two??”

“Um, yeah.”

Wanda paused and then started laughing and snorted once or twice. “And how did that go?” she said, gasping in between words to breathe.

You started laughing too at Wanda’s ridiculous laugh, “Not well. They basically trampled each other when Bucky started to wake up.”

You and Wanda were laughing even harder now until you were both out of breath and leaning on the room’s walls. You hadn’t noticed till now that you’d pushed her into a closet full of cleaning supplies and it was a fairly large closet. You also noticed how close you’d grown to Wanda over the past two weeks you’d been here and how it felt nice to have a best friend.

Knock knock knock… “Are you guys okay? Hello??”

You and Wanda both froze when you heard someone right outside the door of the closet. The voice was muffled so you couldn’t quite tell who it was but it was definitely male. They’ve must’ve heard us laughing, you thought to yourself.

Wanda signaled to you that you were both going to hide on either side of the door and Wanda would open it to scare whoever was on the other side. You grinned at one another and counted down 3...2...1!

“AAHAHHAHAHH!!!” you both shrieked at the young spiderling who was on the other side of the door in his pajamas but just so happened to have his web shooters on and blasted both of you to the ceiling.

Once Peter had calmed down, he looked up and realized it was you and Wanda.

“Oh crap. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was you guys!” he said to you both a good 5 five up from the teenager.

You and Wanda both looked at each other and burst out laughing, knowing neither of you would have any trouble getting out of the webs, but before you could do anything you heard Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers coming down the hallway and stopping suddenly when they saw you three.

What an interesting sight this must be, you thought to yourself.

“Mr. StARk!” Peter said, his voice cracking from embarrassment.

Tony looked at Peter, crossed his arms and said trying not to laugh, “Dude.”

Mr. Rogers had already doubled over laughing at the cherry-faced Peter and the sight of you and Wanda webbed to the ceiling.

You quickly changed form into an owl and ripped through the webbing with your talons and floated down to land on Mr. Rogers’ shoulder.

“It’d be much more amusing you know if you were a bald eagle,” Mr. Rogers said.

At that you hit him with your wing and flew down to the ground and changed back to a human, still laughing to the point where your stomach hurt.

Wanda had now joined you and she was still snorting too.

Tony shoved Peter and told him to go get dressed, to which he walked down back to his room and both of the men turned to you.

“Why do you have to mess with the poor kid?” Mr. Stark said smirking.

“Okay, to be fair we didn’t know it was him,” Wanda said putting her hands on her hips.

“Why did you have to smack me with your wing?” Mr. Rogers said rubbing his neck.

“Because it was funny,” you said. No matter how old you are or will be, nothing would ever be as fun as messing with people; something you and Wanda would enjoy doing with one another from now on.

“Go on, you need to get ready for the training session today.” Mr. Rogers said.

“Hey Y/N, hold back for a sec, we need to talk.” Mr. Stark said to you.

Wanda went ahead back to her room, while you stayed with your mentors.

“Listen, about this morning,” you started.

“It’s alright. Buck said that you to already talked. You did scare the crap out of him though.” Mr. Rogers said.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t mean too. But I really liked talking to him and we’re comfortable around one another.”

“I know, I just wanted to you to know that everything is fine and to say thank you. I’ve never seen him grow close with someone so quickly, let alone understand him.”

You keep having to remind yourself that even though these two men were your mentors and Wanda was your friend, you were an adult now. You weren’t a kid who couldn’t control her powers, that was years ago. You were now in control with yourself and you could control your own life. And yes even though Steve and Bucky were best friends, you still saw Steve as your mentor and Bucky as your friend. Nothing more.

Well, not now at least…

“So James is alright?”

“James?”

You mentally scolded yourself for letting that slip out again. “Bucky, I mean.”

Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers exchanged a look at that one but shook it off. “Yes, he’s alright and he wanted me to talk to you to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Well alright, you better go get ready for training today,” Mr. Stark said.

“See you later, “ you said.

While walking back to your room, a million thoughts were running through your head before you remembered who you were training with today.

James.

Oh shit.

. . .

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Your Spot (Peter Parker x fem!Reader)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: some fighting, mentions of depression

Summary: You sat in the library’s back corner, your spot to go when things get out of hand and you just need a break, while tears rush down your face. You usually came here alone but there was only one other person who knew that you came to this spot. Peter.

A/N: Thank you @celestialparker for the request my dear!! love you to death

MASTERLIST 

. . . . .

You sat in the library’s back corner, your spot to go when things get out of hand and you just need a break, while tears rush down your face. You usually came here alone but there was only one other person who knew that you came to this spot.

Peter.

You sat in silence for a while during the school day. At least two periods must have passed by now, you thought to yourself. Reading usually always helped when you were having a rough day like today, but you couldn’t even pick up your favorite book today.

You wore your light blue loose jeans today and a peach short-sleeved V-neck t-shirt, with your black Nike shoes and a black headband to push back hair out of your face from your messy bun. Today felt like any other day, only when you got off the bus today and met up with Natalie, you could tell something was wrong.

 You and Natalie had been friends since middle school since she moved in next door and you two had done everything together from the first day you’d met. But ever since last year, she’d been acting differently.

Normally, people came to you for advice all the time, so when Natalie starting having problems personally, you would try to help because you were her best friend. But all she ever did now was push you away. She never wanted to talk anymore, you didn’t take the bus together anymore, and nothing seemed like it would ever be the same.

You knew Natalie was hurting deeply, being diagnosed with depression just last year and not seeming to improve, but her struggles were beginning to take a toll on you as well. No matter what you tried, nothing seemed to make her feel better or be like the Natalie she used to be.

 When you saw Natalie this morning, she had looked like she hadn’t eaten or slept in days. You immediately came up to her to see if she needed help or maybe some to talk to.

“Nat! OH my gosh, are you alright?” you said, worried beyond belief.

She looked at you, completely void of emotion, and said, “I’m fine, Y/N. Woke up late this morning.”

You knew she was avoiding the topic of her depression, and you could tell that she saw you worrying about her. But she just didn’t seem to care, no matter what you tried to do.

“Come on Nat, let's go to the nurse’s office.” You tried to take her arm in yours, and she immediately pulled away, glaring daggers at you for even touching her.

“DON’T TOUCH ME.” She yelled straight at your face. But this was only the beginning, the beginning of her ruining your day, the beginning of drawing more attention to the two of you than you both ever wanted. But Nat didn’t seem to care at this moment.

“WHY do you always try to make me feel better? Newsflash, Y/N, IT’S NOT YOUR JOB. You are, not my parent, you are not my therapist, you are not in charge of me whatsoever, so just stop trying to fix me!”

You stood 3 feet from him, tears already rushing down your face. You held your hand up to your mouth to muffle the sound you made when you cry and pushed through the small crowd to run into the school, straight to the bathroom.

All the memories of you and Natalie doing things together ran through your head all at once. Like the time when you wanted to start a YouTube channel together and made videos on your iPad, pretending to be vloggers. Or the time when your families took a beach trip together and you both were so sunburnt, you slept an entire day.

You wanted to go back to these days, where everything was okay and you both were having the time of your lives.

But things have obviously changed now, and it was all out of your hands.

. . . . .

You were now curled up in your chair, with a secret sweatshirt you kept in your spot now on and your bloodshot eyes fresh out of tears. You felt helpless. There was so much you wanted to do, but you couldn’t seem to help her. And she had made it very obvious that she didn’t want your help. It had been three hours since it happened and it was still all you could think about.

That was until Peter showed up.

You knew your phone had been blowing up, but you didn’t realize that most of the messages were from Peter until he asked why you hadn’t messaged him back.

“I knew I would find you here.” He whispered, standing in front of you, looking out of breath.

Has he been running around looking for me? you thought to yourself.

Peter was heavily breathing in his blue gym shirt, gym shorts and some running shoes with his backpack on and his hair was a mess, as always.

Peter was your true best friend since birth. You did everything together in elementary school but when it came time for middle school, you regrettably grew apart. You would always write each other notes in class and always talk when you weren’t supposed to in Ms. Kirkland’s class, but it never mattered to either of you. You could always count on each other, even through middle school when your friendship wasn’t as strong. Recently though, you found yourself talking to him at school or texting him more often. And he had definitely hit puberty since middle school, so you could also catch yourself staring sometimes, which always made you blush. Thankfully, you didn’t think he had ever caught you.

You immediately sit up and wipe your dry eyes, to try and look less like a mess, even though everyone in the whole school probably knew it by now.

“Hey, what happened?” Peter asked softly, dropping his backpack and bending down to you, his big brown eyes never leaving your sad small ones.

You sniffled and just stood up, holding your arms open to silently ask for someone to hold on to, feeling another surge of tears rushing forward.

With no hesitation, Peter enveloped you into his arms and laid his head on yours. Your whole face was buried deep into his right shoulder when a loud sob escaped your mouth and your whole body quaked with sorrow. Peter gently rubbed circles on your back as your cried and didn’t try to tell you everything would be okay, but instead he said, “I’m here. Let it all out.”

It was exactly what you needed to hear, whether you knew it or not. You had a fistful of his gym shirt in your hand, and although he was sweaty, you let that go straight past you because all that mattered was that you still had him to lean on.

After what seemed like hours, you pulled away and sat back down in your chair with your head in your hands, with Peter on the arm of the chair still rubbing your back.

“You don’t have to-“Peter tried to say but you cut him off.

“No, I need to talk about it. I need some advice.”

Peter just nodded and you began your long ramble about what had happened this morning and what has been wrong with Natalie lately.

After you had finished, Peter gently kissed the top of your head and laid his own on yours. He quietly began to speak his mind, giving you the best advice you’d ever need.

“Sometimes, you can only wish so much change on a person. You can try your hardest to help them, but at the end of the day, they are the only ones who can accept the help. I see how much pain you are in and how much you want to help, but in one case, Natalie is right. You’re not her parent or therapist. You can still be there for her, but don’t let her problems take a toll on you. Don’t try to fix a problem that isn’t yours and I know because you have a knack for giving advice or solving problems, sometimes you feel like you can fix everything. But everyone is different and some people don’t want others help. You are incredible, Y/N. You unconditionally love all your friends, you are kind and you are selfless. But some problems just have to be let go for others to solve.”

Peter looked you in the eyes after he finished speaking and you stared at him in awe of how gentle he was with you and how understanding he was of your situation.

You both stood up and hugged one another again, this time with fewer tears from you.

“Thank you, Peter.” You whispered, pulling away from him again. “You really don’t know how much that means to me. I try so hard-“This time he cut you off.

“I know you do, Y/N. That’s why I admire you so much. You are so caring and sweet and beautiful, that you just deserve to be happy. Now, I hate seeing you so sad, so let's say we sneak out for lunch and grab some ice cream?” Peter suggests, with that big goofy smile of his.

 “That would be perfect,” you respond, with an equally dorky smile.

You grab your things and Peter grabs your hand, dragging you out of the library until you reach the subway a couple minutes later.

You were still thinking about Natalie, wondering what you might have been able to do to help her, but when Peter looked at you and you looked back, you realized that he was the only thing now on your mind, and you were okay with it.

“By the way, my sweatshirt looks pretty good on you,” Peter said with a smirk, with you gasping and not realizing that the sweatshirt was indeed his. “But you look good in anything so…”

“Oh shut up you dork!” you laughed and go to playfully punched his arm, finding that you’re holding hands with Peter, something that neither of you seemed to notice till now.

He looked at you and smiled, with you leaning your head on his shoulder as you wait for your next stop on your get-away.

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Baby Blues (Bucky Barnes x 40’sNurse!Reader)

Pre-Captain America TFA

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: intense fluff

Requested: yes by my lovely wife @galaxy-parker

Summary: Back in the ‘40s, you’re an Army nurse and one of the patients just happens to be the oh so famous Bucky Barnes. You knew he had a way with ladies, but what if you took the reins for a day? 

A/N: okay I’ve had this ask for a bit AND I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE IT BUT ILY AND BUCKY THANK YOU DEAR WIFEY

MASTERLIST

“Wow.”

You were in the middle of finishing your most recent patient’s paperwork when you heard a man, who seemed not much older than you, speak quietly on a table near your station. You looked up at him from the nurse’s station and immediately made eye contact with the scruffy man with an obviously broken wrist, some scrapes, bruises, and a black eye.

As soon as you made eye contact, a shiver went down your spine and goosebumps spread across every inch of your frame. You could feel the blush rising in your cheeks solely because of the way he was staring at you and every attempt at composing yourself was a true failure.

There was no denying that he was incredibly cute. But of course, he became your responsibility as soon as he came in, being placed in your area for inspection and treatment.

You walk over to the man, with his jaw hanging open and used his obvious attraction to you to your advantage. Why not have a little fun at work today, especially with a handsome fella like him? you thought.

 “Oh goodness, poor baby can’t keep his mouth shut can he?” You tease, closing his mouth back together for him.

You wink at him, before gently lifting his wrist up to get a better look at the break. He winced slightly, with guilt rising in your chest for hurting him more but you pushed that aside. He seemed to have been in a fight of some sort, either wise he wouldn’t have scrapes or a black eye to accompany the broken wrist.

You convinced yourself you wouldn’t let his looks get in the way of you doing your job, but boy was he giving you a run for your money and he had only said one word.

“Well why should I when I got the most stunning girl in Brooklyn I ever seen right in front of me?” he smirked. There was not a doubt in your mind that he was flirting harder than you’d ever seen any man flirt right now, but he seemed to be pulling it off without seeming desperate.

“Can’t be catching flies now can ya? Wouldn’t want anything else to happen to ya, you’re already in bad shape,” you reply, looking at his cuts.

“I would’ve fought that punk sooner if it meant getting to sit in front of those baby blues.” He said, referring to your eyes. “Ya know, those scrubs really make em pop, don’t they? I’d love to see what else you got in that closet of yours.”

“Oh, nothing special, especially nothing you’d want to see. Now, I’ll start treating those cuts on your legs and arms because you got some nasty ones and we’ll save that arm for last okay?” you reply, ignoring his comment about your clothing choices.

He smiles back at you, showing off his straight & perfect white teeth. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. As long as I get to stare at this face the whole time, I won’t feel a thing.”

“Oh hush.” You walk off to get supplies to clean his cuts, feeling his eyes watch you as you walk off until your out of sight.

 “OUCH! Goodness gracious, sugar you’re killing me.”

“You won’t feel a thing, huh?” You mock him as a small pink blush rises on his cheeks at your comment. He tries to play it off, but you know what you saw. You finished bandaging the last cut right on the same wrist he broke and began to pack up supplies from bandaging his cuts and get some extra help to put his wrist back in place. Thankfully for you and him, it looked like a clean snap so placing it back and wrapping it up shouldn’t be as bad as it could.

“Hey hun, I didn’t catch your name? Can’t leave until at least finding out that this gorgeous doll as a name that’s just as beautiful as the rest of her,” he says, gesturing to you as a whole.

You weren’t quite sure what he saw in you, your baby blue scrub shirt and skirt, your hair pulled up into your nurse hat and some white shoes. Surely your hair was a mess from working all day so far and no doubt your clothes were in tangles from trying to keep this guy under control, but you were wondering even more whether or not you should tell him your name. You both have been flirting for a while and he seems like a really sweet and outgoing guy, but you were never open in the past to men because of focusing on work. Maybe this is your chance to start finding someone to share life with, you thought.

“Y/N. That’s my actual name but you, sweet thing, can call me Y/N/N.” His eyes widened at your new name for him but before he could say anything else, you headed off to grab more supplies for his wrist.

Oh, you were having way too much fun messing with this poor guy.

 Once it was finally time to put his wrist back into place, you could see a bit of fear in the man’s eyes and decided to distract him by asking why exactly he got himself into this mess.

“Oh you know, just watching out for an ol’ buddy of mine. Always getting himself into trouble, even though he’s as scrawny as they come. He’s got a good heart but doesn’t always think before he acts.”

“Seems like a nice guy?” You attempt to continue the conversation while preparing both him and yourself to snap it back in place.

“Yeah, he’s nice and sweet but can’t seem to find himself a girl. I’m actually having the same problem myself currently, can’t find anybody who I find either interesting or fun to be around. What do you think sugar, could you help me oOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!”

The young man shrieked loudly in your ear as you snapped the bone back in place quickly, successfully distracting him long enough to do so without his attention on his arm.

He sighed in relief after his shock wore off, obviously feeling much better but still in some pain, no doubt from other injuries. You wrapped his arm up in a sling and got him so fresh clothes, since his robes were now dirty and his clothes from before had so many rips, they were basically in shreds.

 “Well, I guess this is goodbye, Y/N/N.” He grabbed your right hand in his left and gave the softest and warm kiss to the back of your hand, you could almost imagine what they would feel like on your own. Relationships had never been a focus in the past but the more time you spent with him flirting and talking today, the more you saw yourself spending more time with him.

“I guess so. I never actually got your name either, sir,” you say, realizing you never actually asked him.

He gasped, letting go of your hand to holding his own to his chest, your palm already feeling colder.

“All this time we’ve spent together and you don’t even know my name? Doll, I am truly hurt by this news, and we both know that I’ve been hurt many times over today.”

You smiled at him, the first time you had smiled in his presence since you first met him and he smiled right back at you, his eyes never leaving yours. And you were okay with it.

“James Buchanan Barnes, love. Most people call me Bucky but you, sweetheart, can call me James.”

“What an honor it is to meet you, James.” He stepped closer to you, bent down and whispered in your ear; “The pleasure is all mine, Y/N.”

He looked down at you, smirked at the sight of your obviously flushed face and softly kissed your cheek. You blushed even harder when he pulled away, feeling his lips so close to you that you almost melted right into your shoes. Man, he is one hell of a fella.

“So Mr. Barnes, is there anything else I can do for you today?”

“Well, more like I can do something for you Y/N. How about I take you out next Friday night for a nice dinner and a short walk?” He waited for a response, with a small sense of fear in his gut, knowing you could easily refuse his question.

“Can’t pass up on another opportunity to this pretty face, can I?” you say, with a wave of shock rolling over his scruffy facial features quickly, but turning into a grin, before you walk straight past him, giving him a small wave and making him wait to talk to you once again until next week.

 Little did you know, as soon as you were out of sight, he walked outside feeling better than ever and couldn’t get you outta his head. Later on that week, he would show up to the hospital two more times before the date to say hello because he just couldn’t get you off his mind.

And the feeling was mutual.

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Mario Kart (VisionxReader)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: A boring day at the Avengers complex brings on the idea of you teaching Vision how to play video games to pass the time. All goes well until..

A/N: I’ve never written Vision before so I hope this went okay! Thank you Minnie for the request dearest! @minnie-marvel

MASTERLIST 

 . . . . .

“So the number 1 button does what again?”

You tried your hardest not to laugh at Vision’s poor attempt to understand how the game controls worked but were seriously failing. You and Vision had the day to yourselves, with most of the other Avengers out on other business. You decided to make today a bit more interesting with you teaching Vision something new. Mr. Stark didn’t have much of a selection for the Wii, but you made do with some Mario Kart.

“Y/N, how do you remember all this?” Vision asked.

“Well, I guess I could ask you the same question, about basically anything since you’re the smartest person I know, Vis.” You replied, finding it amusing that Vision was having such a difficult time understanding how to play a game you’d been playing since middle school.

“I am not a person, Y/N. My memory all comes from how Mr. Stark made J.A.R.V.I.S. Although sometimes I do wish I was a real person.” Vision said.

You and Vis had had this conversation before, talking about how different your friendship would be if he was an actual person, but it never stood in the way of you two having a good time together. Vision had taught you to be more patient, while you had shown him more of human life and to adapt to the strange human world better. You and Vision had a special relationship, one that no one understood except you two and you hadn’t told anybody, but you wanted your relationship to evolve with Vision. You wanted to be more than just his friend.

Together on the couch, you explained again, while the game was loading, how the controls worked. He seemed to finally understand how the controls worked and you both started to design your car.

The first lap of the first game had started, but little did you know that while you were setting up, Vision had been gathering some quick knowledge about Mario Kart and had a pretty good idea of how it would play out.

Vision wasn’t always sneaky, but he was clever when he wanted to be.

 “How in the HELL are you so far ahead of me?!?!” You shrieked, utterly confused at how good Vision was at this game.

“Well, I guess some things just come naturally to me?” Vision said, as innocently as he could with that cute smirk of his. Vision had come to enjoy your sarcastic ways and occasionally, like today, he would throw little comments like this right back at you that seem innocent, but his face gives it all away.

“Oh shut up, you dork,” you replied, giggling like crazy and shoving him lightly on the couch, to which he barely moved. “Alright, I’m challenging you because nobody has ever beaten me this bad at MarioKart. If you win this next round, I’ll help you cook dinner whenever you want for a month.

You weren’t exactly handy in the kitchen, although Vision had recently become an excellent chef. He had asked you before to help him in the kitchen, but you never wanted to mess anything up for him so you just stayed out of way. You didn’t want to disappoint Vis, but you thought it best to leave him to do dinner his way.

However, you knew this idea would excite him so he would really try to win. Maybe that wasn't good for you, but better to make it a fair game.

“Sounds lovely to me, Y/N. But, what will be your end of the bargain dear?” Vision said, scooting a bit closer to you, obviously making you blush.

You thought to yourself, what would you want from Vision?

And it clicked.

The thought of it being too personal or too uncomfortable ran through your head, because under no circumstances did you want to ruin your relationship with Vis. But, you had been growing closer with him recently and you had realized that you developed feelings for him. Stronger than just friendship.

Well, if this doesn’t work out, things will be awkward. But if it does?

You smiled and decided to follow through.

“You have to kiss me.” You said, as suavely and confidently as you could.

It seems to have come off like that, because even though Vis couldn’t physically blush, you could tell he was flattered and was not expecting it at all.

He quickly reverted to his smirk and replied.

“We have a deal, Miss Y/N.”

 3,2…1!

 You and Vis both zoomed down the track, you easily get a head start as you always do, determined to overcome Vision’s suddenly outstanding ability at winning at Mario Kart. Which was just as infuriating as him making sarcastic comments.

You were now on the second lap, you in the lead but Vision was right on your tail. You couldn’t even look at each other, you were both so focused on the race, both of your eyes glued to the television. You threw out a banana behind you, in an attempt to slow Vision down. It hit him in perfect timing for you to start the final lap and three other cars had now passed Vision.

Halfway through the last lap, things seemed to be looking up for you as you were still in first, worlds away from Vision had he had slipped to 9th place. You were about to cross the finish line and you weren’t letting anything stop you now.

 WINNER!

 “YES!” You shrieked, jumping on top of the couch, jumping up and down and dancing. You had finally beat him once after a full day of losing to him and you could not have been happier. You ran out of breath and flopped back down on the couch to Vision just smiling at you, seeming so happy to see you happy. You put your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath in, and blew it out slowly. You hadn’t realized how tired you were after playing a full day of video games, but you suddenly could feel Vision’s eyes on you and you picked your head up to meet his.

You had never been so close to Vision’s face before and you could see just how blue and yet how gray his eyes were. They were so distinct and unlike anything you had ever seen before. It felt like you had been staring just at his eyes for years when you had the sudden urge to look at his lips and Vision did the same. Vision made the final move and closed the space between your lips.

You had been kissed before, but it had been only in high school. This was different on a number of levels for a number of reasons. For one, you actually had strong feelings for the person you were currently kissing.

Vision’s lips were cold compared to your warm ones, but it felt right and his hand was on your cheek very lightly. The connection you two made caused goosebumps to run down your whole body and you could feel the warmth inside your chest, realizing how happy this moment made you feel. You pulled away first, still shocked that he actually had kissed you in the first place. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel Vision staring at you again, so you opened your eyes to meet his. He smiled sweetly at you, his hand still on your face as you held the outside of his hand in your own.

“I have the feeling that you let me win that round,” you told Vision quietly, your eyes never leaving his.

“You think?”

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ok ok ok ok so listen up idea where reader is a huge fan of spiderman and has a tumblr and everythin for him & is part of the spidey fandom and she's part of a discord server about the superheros in their universe (sound familiar??) and she convinces peter to join and he's just overwhelmed to see so many people fangirling about HIM and his avenger buddies??? that was a lot oops

this one is a little shorter but so funny I really like it so here you go!! thanks for the request i loved it!

The Chat

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: uuhhhhhh i forgot lol

Request: @holland-haven my BITCH

Warnings: none

AN: I loved writing this and all my Discounted Avengers references! Enjoy!

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“What’s Discord?”“Oh goodness.”

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Peter and you were your way to school, that morning and you, like every other morning on the subway, were chatting with in Discord with your friends about who? Spider-Man of course.

“Peter, look what Ally just sent OH MY GOD IM WHEEZING!” You almost fall off your seat in laughter, that you just sat down in for the long ride to school, atthe viral video of T’Challa being blasted backward by Shuri.

“What?? How did she get away with that!” Peter started laughing loudly and snorting (author note: i really hope my discounted avengers get that quick reference) and then asked, “Who’s Ally?”“Oh she’s a friend from my Discord chat.”“Just a friend?”Peter nudges your shoulder, knowing you have a HUGE crush on Ally, who goes to the same school as you.“Yes! Just a friend,” you reply, blushing madly while punching Peter in the arm. Peter and you have been friends since the 3rd grade and and are always attached at the hip. You do everything together but recently, Peter’s been acting weird lately and hasn’t been in around much to hang with. You don’t think about it much though, because he is a teenage boy and who knows what they do in their free time.

“Okay, okay sorry. Just kidding.” Peter continues to laugh and rub his arm.“No but really, what’s Discord?”“Oh god. You really want to know?”“Is it like Tumblr?”“Sorta. OH i almost forgot! Guess how many followers I have on my Spider-Man fan blog now!”Peter became stiff and blushed cherry red. “Um, 15?”“NO STUPID! I had 200 last week! Now i’m up to 270!! It’s because I posted this story that was about Spider-man and the reader-““WHAT?! WAS IT LIKE SEXUAL AND STUFF?!?!” Peter shrieks at you. You jump in your seat and shriek right back at him. “PETER OH MY GOD NO CALM DOWN JEEZ LOU WHEEZ!”“Oh okay, cool. So 270 followers, what for Spider-man? He’s okay, I guess.”You gasp and start hitting him again.“TAKE IT BACK SPIDER-MAN IS A CINNAMON ROLL AND MY TRUE LOVE TAKE IT BACK!”Peter seriously shuts up now and gets super awkward. “But I thought you were gay?”“I’m bisexual, Peter. I like boys and girls, remember?”“Oh yeah. Okay so now that I have ten bruises on my right arm, what is Discord??”“Oh it’s a chatting app where I talk to my friends about fandoms and other things. In this chat, we talk mainly about superheroes like Spider-man.”“Oh that sounds pretty cool.”“OMG YOU WANNA JOIN DONT YOU!”“NO THAT IS NOT-“

You immediately steal his phone and begin downloading Discord, refusing to give it back until it’s done. Peter tried to take it back but you know he won’t physically try because he’s too much of a gentleman, so you successfully download the app.

“Okay so what do you want your username to be?”“Jesus Christ, (Y/N)-““jesuschrist it is. Password?”“OKAY THAT I AM NOT TELLING YOU.”You give him his phone back, laughing your ass off while he creates a password and then immediately take it back so you can add an icon for him. Of course you use a Spider-man meme, to PeterMs very obvious dissapproval. You swear you heard him say “It doesn’t even look like me.” under his breath, but you ignore it.

“Okay and how about a nickname?”“You get a nickname and a username?”“Duh.”“Ok snooty (authors note: DISCOUNTED AVENGERS REFERENCE), how about “Definitely Tony Stark”.“YES THATS PERFECT!” You exclaim with a loud shriek, scaring some passengers on the subway. “Sorry?” You whisper, as Peter chuckles next to you. “Anyway so last thing, I’m adding you to the Spider-man fan chat okay? Cool.”“WHAT?!” “Oh c’mon Peter, it’ll be fun! WhatC you scared of the little fan girls who can beat your ass?” “NO!” “Okay then! You’ll survive. You might even like it!”Peter huffs but agrees after many pouty faces and pleading.

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After school that, your phones are flooded with messages in the chat and many, MANY pictures of Spider-man’s ass. Much to your excitement and much to Peter’s awkwardness. “Why are you so weird about his butt?”“But you guys are saying ‘I’D SLAP DAT ASS ANY DAY’ how am I not supposed to be uncomfortable!”“Okay, okay sorry we come on a bit strong but you’ll to like us through our bonding and undying love of Spider-boy.”“MAN, ITS MAN.”“Jeez, you act like he’s your brother of something. You do kinda both have the same body structure. Hmmm…”You think for a moment but Peter begins to smirk at you and then laugh.

“So you’re saying I have a nice body?”

You immediately regret your choice of words.“NO!”“YES YOU JUST SAID MY BODY LOOKS LIKE HIS!!”“NO! I DID NOT!”“I’m so posting this in the group chat, this is gold!” Peter exclaims, laughing so hard he snorts again.“NO PETER I HATE YOU!” You exclaim, half seriously, half laughing.“Wait, that also means you think I have a nice ass?”“Oh, get over yourself Peter.”

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and there you have it!! i really actually like this one so here you go lol @holland-haven @minnie-marvel @secondsineternity

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Since The Beginning (Loki x Asgardian!Reader)

Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: little bit of fighting at the end, two bad words ooooooo

Summary: You and Loki had been friends for as long as you can remember but recently has become overprotective and it’s getting on your nerves. However, what happens when you decide to go on a date with someone and things change between you and Loki? Will your friendship ever be the same?

A/N: FIRST LOKI FIC SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!-lena

MASTERLIST

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“Why of course I’ll go with you.”

“WHAT??”

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Growing up, you’d never thought Loki as anything but a friend. Your best friend. You never cared much for Thor’s antics or his extremely loud and enthusiastic personality (which there was nothing wrong with), but more of Loki’s quiet yet clever ways.

You could relate more to him. Ever since childhood, you’ve been attached at the hip and many Asgardians knew it. But those were the old days, and now you two were adults. It never seemed like anything had changed for you about your relationship. You still spent a world of time together and had the best of times. You feel at home with Loki but not in that way.

Right?

You woke up early that morning, feeling rejuvenated from a long night of sleep and made yourself some breakfast in your small abode. It was a perfect size and you liked living alone; most of the time. Sometimes it grew cold and lonely but you enjoyed quiet and personal time. Loki did as well. But even more than that, you two enjoy one another’s company.

It was your birthday soon, so Loki has apparently planned a surprise for you in honor of your birthday. He always does something ridiculous but small, just the way you like it.

Not only would you be spending time with Loki but with some of your other friends as well; Aldis and Runa were coming and bringing their friends, Lambi, Groa, and Herjolf.

You loved your friends, but recently one had been acting a bit different around you.

Lambi was such a sweetheart and had a great personality, not to mention enjoyable to look at. But you’d grown somewhat awkward around each other. You liked being around him as well, but something was keeping you from getting any closer.

Ugh, men could be so confusing and overrated.

You got dressed in a gold and teal A-line dress with some simple matching gold sandals and small black studded earrings. You left most of your hair down but tied two braided small strands of hair together in the back with a small gold flower pin behind your left ear. It was now almost lunch time and you decided to walk down to the little café (a/n: do they have those in Asgard? Idk lol) to meet your friends.

“Y/N!” Runa shrieked in excitement. She and Aldis both ran up to hug you and you were so excited to see them like it had been years. It had only been a week, but for best friends like you three, it felt like years. You also gave gentler hugs to Lambi and Herjolf and lastly Loki, who you hugged a bit longer.

Loki was someone nobody could replace. You had this special bond that nobody understood but you two and you liked it that way. It was your special relationship and nothing could come in between that. At least, that’s what you thought.

“So, Y/N/N any big plans for your birthday?” Lambi asks from across the table. Before you could make a peep, Loki cut in to divert the attention from his master plan for your birthday.

“Oh, there’s a little something planned.” Loki looked over at you and winked, in his true nature, and took another sip of his tea. You knew a bunch of other girls in Asgard had a crush on the adopted son of Odin, but recently whenever he looked at you liked that, your heart would swell and this strange warm feeling in your chest appeared. It has never happened before, except recently when it was Loki’s birthday.

You and your friends (and Thor) threw Loki a big party and Loki took you out on to the dance floor by yourselves and danced together for a whole song. Everyone’s eyes in the whole place were on the two of you and the tension between the two of you had never felt more different. Your eyes were constantly locked on one another the whole song and you could feel the blush that had risen on your cheeks when the song was over. All eyes were on you and you two were attached at the hip the rest of the night.

Since that night, your relationship had felt different but nothing romantic. You didn’t like Loki like that, he was your best friend and you didn’t want to jeopardize that.

“Y/N? Hello?” Aldis said, snapping her fingers in front of your face. You snapped back to reality, feeling a bit embarrassed but also giggling at everyone’s reactions. As long as your friends were happy, you couldn’t ask for more.

You threw away your trash and walked out with your friends, behind Lambi and Herjolf but with Loki behind you.

Loki wasn’t great friends with the other two boys. He never made friends easily, but it never mattered to him because he had his few close friends and you. Loki had become a simpler person after school had ended and he had learned to love the smaller things in life more.

Lambi interrupts your train of thought, by slowing down and walking next to you, Herjolf still in front and your friends chatting away about Odin knows what; Loki was still behind you and you could almost feel him listening.

“Hi, Y/N,” Lambi said, with his hands in his pockets and face a bit pink. Was he nervous about something?

“Hi, Lambi? To what do I owe the pleasure of interrupting your conversation with Herjolf?” You replied smirking, a bit flirtatiously almost but it slipped out that way before you realized what is sounded like. Lambi’s cheeks grew redder by the second as he stumbled on his words.

“Oh you know- um- it wasn’t- we weren’t,” Lambi stuttered and you giggled.

“Lambi, I’m just joking around. What’s going on?”

He lets out a deep breath and loosened his whole body, seeming more relaxed.

“Well, you and I are not all that close, but I was wondering if maybe we could hang out sometime? You know, like just you and me?” He spoke very quickly, but once you figured out what he said, you stood straight like a board.

You were shocked at this question and stopped for a moment. Everyone kept walking until they noticed you had stopped and you must have had a strange look on your face. You could almost feel Loki’s gaze at the back of your head and the daggers he was glaring at Lambi. Everyone had stopped walking and talking, with all eyes on you now but you shook it off and caught back up with Lambi, everyone beginning to walk again. There were few things that caught you off guard, but this was completely out of the blue.

Where did that come from? I mean, going out once with him wouldn’t hurt right? Right?

“Well, it depends on what we’d be doing exactly,” you replied, with your cheeks flushing and the feeling of butterflies in your chest.

“Um, I mean maybe some dinner? Or a night at my house to watch some movies and eat junk food?” he said, seeming unsure of himself.

“We could always figure out the details later,” you said.

“Of course.”

“And this wouldn’t be too close to my birthday, right?”

“Oh no, of course not. That’s much too important to interrupt.”

“Well then, I don’t see why not?” you said.

This time it was Lambi who paused, obviously shocked at your answer to what seemed like a date.

“Really? You would spend a night with me? Wait, I didn’t mean-“

You cut him off to quiet his awkward stutters. “Lambi, yes I would love to go on a date with you.”

He clapped his hands together in excited Lambi fashion. “Fantastic.”

You and Lambi had now drifted to the back of the group, with Aldis, Runa, and Herjolf in the front, laughing and having a nice time and Loki directly in front of you. He seemed to be walking stiffer and you could tell something was up with him but decided to leave it alone until you got closer to your apartment.  

You and Lambi decided to have dinner on Friday night and then go to his house to watch a movie and he would take you home. You hadn’t quite decided why you said yes or how the date would end up going, but it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time with Lambi. Right?

Once everyone had gone home, it was just you and Loki until you reached your apartment and Loki went home. You walked in silence for a good 3 minutes before Loki spoke up.

“So, Lambi?”

You were shocked by his hostile tone and emotionless face. It wasn’t like him to act this way; almost jealous.

“Um, yes. I thought it would be nice, just the two of us and I don’t see why not?” you replied, questioningly. You’d never been out much with other before except a couple and Loki had never acted this way before because of it. It was truely unlike him.

“You do realize, my dear Y/N/N, that he is a bit of an asshole and has a reputation.”

You stopped again on the sidewalk, now upset at Loki’s statement about Lambi. What did he know about Lambi?

“Loki, you’re not even close with Lambi. How would you know that?”

“Y/N, everyone knows it. You’re obviously not paying attention if you don’t. It’s like he flaunts it. He’ll take any girl he can get.”

You audibly gasped as Loki realized what he said. He didn’t mean that, did he?

Well, he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t believe it.

“Wait. Y/N, that’s not what I-“

“Oh no Loki, I know exactly what you meant.” You walked away, hearing Loki follow you and calling for you. You could feel the wind in your hair and your dress, walking quickly to get away from Loki before you could become more upset with him.

He managed to catch up and grabbed your arm. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that, I just want to protect you. I never meant to say that.”

“But you did Loki. And now you can’t take it back. Just get away from me.”

You tried to pull away but Loki’s iron grip prevented you from leaving his grasp.

“LOKI I SAID LET GO!” you screamed at him. You were now crying heavily and you were shaking from anger. Loki only looked at you with despair and regret as he let you go and you turned away and walked home, feelings his eyes on you the entire time.

You finally made it home to your apartment, slammed the door shut and slid down to your knees, hands covering your face and just sobbed.

Loki had never acted this way toward you and he had no reason to. It was just a date. You had never hated him more in a moment; mainly because he usually never gave you a reason to hate him, but you weren’t going to let him ruin your one night with Lambi. You lived your own life and didn’t need Loki to tell you what to do and what not to do.

And if Lambi did end up being an ass, then you’d deal with it yourself and move on.

Maybe from both of them.

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OKAY OKAY SO IF YOU WANT ME TO MAKE THIS A THREE PARTER PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN ASKS OR REBLOG/COMMENT!!!!!

I didn’t plan on making it a three parter but I wanted to end it here. I know on a sad note, I’m sorry! But if you want me to continue it, I will and I can make a separate taglist! Of course if you want, I can add you to my permanent one or just this one. Thank you for reading!!

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Neighbors: *Chapter 2* (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Masterlist

Words: 3k (longest thing i’ve written so far lol yay)

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of burns and blisters (idk just in case) and a curse word (yay)

Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

a/n: ahhhh part two is here! i hope all you babes love it and i love this story! i’m in the mix of doing part two of STB (my loki fic) and a new story ;) but it won't be too long before i update again. plus i’m almost to 500 followers??? what??? I'm so grateful for all of you! anyway, i’ll stop rambling, i hope you enjoy!

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“That’d be nice.”

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You stood in the shower, not too hot and not too cold after your long training session with everyone today. They’d pushed you as far as you thought you could go and even farther. You let the water run down every inch of your body, with your hair flat and soaking on your neck. It dripped everywhere as you let your hands run through the tangles before washing it. You stood for a couple minutes just to breathe, replaying today’s session in your head.

You didn’t get to work with everyone today, as your body couldn’t handle it all in just one session. You started with Natasha, who was a great teacher but taught awfully fast. You were a quick learner but found that you needed to be faster. But you adapted quickly to her style, only to turn around and have Peter next. He was a whole different ball game. You thought he would go easier on you considering he is a kid, but he quickly made the point that just because he is a kid, doesn’t mean he’s any less of a threat to others.

You worked with five different Avengers today, back to back to back. You could barely stand up straight after your session with Sam Wilson when Tony said you could call it in for the day. You’d never felt more relieved and tired in your life. Sure, training was fun but it was a lot to take in. Tony walked back with you, saying you did great today and probably other stuff, but you were so tired, you zoned him out. You should probably stop doing that, but too late now.

You hadn’t yet trained with six others: Mr. Rogers, Wanda, Mr. Rhodes, Mr. Barton, Vision and your neighbor, Bucky. Tony said tomorrow was everyone’s full day off but you still needed to train so you’d have a small session on your own.

Before the session today though, you had asked Wanda about Bucky, although she didn’t get much time to say anything about him before you had to start the session.

Wanda did say some things like he didn’t open up much and had nightmares (but you already knew that) but she would explain later; whenever that was. You were so intrigued by this new person and you hadn’t even had a conversation with him yet. All you knew was that Bucky and Mr. Rogers go way back and he’s about as mysterious and complex as they get, according to Wanda.

Whatever that means, you thought to yourself.

 You turned off the water and grabbed a towel when stepping out of the shower, letting the cloth wrap around you while goosebumps covered your body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling exhausted and yet somehow, rejuvenated. Something about this place and these people made you feel welcome, even though you barely knew them.

You combed your hair, put on your bathrobe and walked into your room to find some clothes to put on for the rest of the day. You looked at the clock, realizing it was already 3:30 PM.

Wow, this day happened very quickly.

You had a little time to yourself, so you decided to go exploring. You still managed to get lost a lot in the facility, so a little looking around wouldn’t hurt. Hopefully.

Your body was already sore when putting on some black shorts and a long sleeve blue shirt with three buttons at the top. You found a bruise had already begun to form on your left thigh and your arms felt like noodles. Your entire body was like Jell-O, much too wobbly. You wanted to just lay in bed for a while, but decided against it and slipped out of your room to explore. You passed Mr. Barton and Natasha while walking down the hallway, towards what must be the living room maybe? You heard Mr. Barton mention something about two sons and daughter, but just waved hello and scurried down the hallway, not wanted to eavesdrop.

Because that worked out so well last time.

 You made it to the living room area with couches and a large TV to find Peter playing video games on the Xbox and probably not even noticing you’re there.

But of course, you forget that he has enhanced senses and says “Hi Y/N, need anything? Wanna join?” before you can take another step.

You jump a little at his question, as he asked it without even turning his head. You replied no politely and yet skittish, as you were still not used to the fact that basically nobody could sneak up on him. You made a mental note to never try unless maybe one day you found yourself both brave and sneaky enough to try and scare him.

“No thank you, Peter, I’m just looking around the facility.”

“That’s cool.”

He was so completely invested in his game, you wondered if he would react to anything you said. Why not mess with him a bit, he’s still a kid.

“Hey Peter, my hair is on fire.”

“I hope you enjoy that, sounds fun.”

“I broke my foot in the shower earlier.”

“Uh huh, maybe later.”

“Where’s the kitchen?”

“Oh, nothing much.”

You just shook your head and wandered off down a different hallway to see who you might come across next on your little adventure around the facility.

 Next, you passed Mr. Stark’s lab where he and Dr. Banner were heavily focused on their computers. You stopped to watch them work for a minute, as Dr. Banner’s moved intricately and yet quickly around the lab while Tony did the same, just not as gracefully.

You always found Mr. Stark to be pretty put together, but he turns out to be quite clumsy. He’s already run into Banner twice since you’ve been observing them work in the lab and as you began to walk away, Banner noticed and waved at you and you waved back as Tony looked over. He gave you a smirk and turned back to his work. You always wanted to work in a lab like one of those, even if it was just for a day to see what it was like. Just even to listen to Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner work together and hear them banter and pass ideas back and forth. They were always working, and they seemed to work well together. You slowed walked away not looking where you were going when you suddenly bumped into somebody and you immediately felt a hot burning liquid go down the front of your shirt and your arms as you looked up to see who you bumped into.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, are you alright?”

You stared up slightly at a scruffy and exhausted looking Bucky Barnes who was holding a now empty coffee mug in his hand that once held a scalding hot cup of coffee. Your face immediately turned red, but you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment, shock or pain.

Your stomach burned as the liquid had become sticky now and your shirt stuck to your stomach, growing cold but your skin burning.

Who drinks coffee at 4 in the afternoon?

“I do, but not anymore.”

You realized you said that out loud, but that wasn’t really a priority right now.

Bucky set down his coffee cup on the ground next to his feet and apologized again but you were still staring at his eyes; part of you couldn’t look away because of how different they looked than any other eyes you’d ever seen, and the other part was just angry at both of you because of how much pain you were in and you wanted him to know it.

“Well, this is pleasant,” you squeaked out, as Bucky stood there in front of you, neither quite sure what to do about what just happened.

“Let's go get you cleaned up,” he said groggily. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, with a short sleeve white t-shirt on and some joggers, with no socks or shoes.

You glued your arms to your side as you awkwardly walked next to him back towards the rooms and dining room, not sure what to say if anything at all.

 You sat at the dining table while Bucky grabbed some first aid supplies for you and some clothes. He came back with burn gel, gauze, and a pile of clothes for you to change into, now that yours were cold, wet and sticky. You thought at first he went into your room to get clothes, but then became rigid when you realized they were some of his own clothing.

“It’s okay if you keep them, I don’t wear those anymore. And once you change, come back out so we can wrap your arm,” Bucky said gently.

You looked down at your right foreman to notice that it was burned pretty badly.

How did that cup of coffee manage to do that? you wondered. It barely mattered now, but that coffee was pretty damn hot.

You walked into your room and shut the door quietly. You began to undress and when you lifted your shirt, your stomach was pink and was tender to the touch but definitely not burned as bad as your arm. You winced when you slid your shirt sleeve off but thankfully, Bucky’s shirt he gave you was bigger so the sleeve barely touched that part of your arm. He also gave you some black shorts to wear, which you had to tie because they were a bit loose. You left your clothes in a pile on the floor, too tired and in pain to move them anywhere else and you walked back out to the dining room.

You stopped at the end of the hallway to find Bucky dead asleep at the table, with the gauze in his hand and his face resting on his right arm, with a strand of hair laying on his face. He seemed so peaceful, so you decided to leave him be but stay at the table and not leave him alone.

There was no way you’d be able to wake him up, so you just let him sleep and you sat a couple chairs down. You did slip over to grab some other gauze pads, the burn gel, and some wrap-able gauze to clean up your arm.

You set the supplies in front of you and opened the burn gel and put some on your hand. You had stayed in the room a bit longer and let your arm run under cold water to relieve some pain. It helped a little, but this gel should make it feel better; hopefully. You looked at your skin, which was beginning to form small blisters but you knew better than to poke at them. You gently squeezed some burn gel into your hand and lightly rubbed it on your forearm, causing you to wince.

You went back and forth between looking at Bucky and your arm to make sure you were being careful with both. You quietly ripped open the gauze package and placed the sterile pad on your burn and began to wrap your arm. Once you finished, you scurried over to the trash can and threw away your trash, with your arm already feeling better.

You sat back down, but this time when you looked at Bucky, it was the same face he’d been making the first time you saw him in bed. Right before he had a nightmare.

You had nightmares a lot as a kid, but not as many now. You knew how to calm yourself down after one, but had never been around another person when they were having one.

Bucky made a small grunting noise in his sleep and jerked a bit with a look of discomfort on his face. He dropped this gauze pad on the floor and jerked again. He began to thrash and make noises, and you could begin to make out words.

Some were in English, others in a language you didn’t recognize; maybe German or Dutch? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t a priority right now.

You stood up to move closer to him but not too quickly. He had stopped speaking and was thrashing less violently for you to get close enough to touch him but far enough to jump back if he became violent again. You looked at the discomfort on his face and wish you could wake him and relieve him of his pain. You also wanted to know what was causing him to do this, to learn more about him.

But your thoughts were cut off by his eyes snapping open and a scream piercing the air around you.

He sat up straight like aboard and began to look around, not understanding his surroundings yet. He was scared and defensive, but you went into action, bending down in front of him. He looked at you with wide and wild eyes, but you looked back at him with gentle ones.

You were not afraid of the man before you. You only wanted to help him. Understand who he was. You were drawn to him. You grabbed his hands, one warm and the other ice cold.

“No no no no where is he? WHERE IS HE?” Bucky screamed, still frantically looking around.

You quietly shushed him and tried to calm his nerves.

“Nobody is here for you. It’s just me. You’re okay, nobody is here to hurt you. It’s just me.”

“No he’s here, I know it!”

“No Bucky, it’s just me. Nobody else.”

He looked at you and his eyes began to settle just a bit as he realized you two were alone. He dropped down to your level on the floor and let go of your hands to put them on his head. You sat and waited for him to do what he needed to do, and he’s breathing finally returned back to normal after a few minutes. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail and had beads of sweat on his forehead.

You weren’t sure what to say, so you sat in silence for a while. You felt horrible. You should’ve woken him earlier, to relieve him of those visions. You couldn’t help but wonder who he was dreaming or thinking about. Before you could even think about it, you blurted it out.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your lap as Bucky rose his eyes to look at you in confusion.

“Why are you apologizing?” Bucky asked.

“I should’ve woken you when the nightmare started. I know what it’s like.”

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t have wanted you to. I could’ve hurt you.”

“I’d be fine.” You looked up at him and he was leaned back on his chair he sat in before with his feet crossed and elbows on his knees. You sat about two feet away from him and you felt guilty.

“You have nothing to feel guilty about whatsoever. I’ve never had someone be there right when I wake up so usually, I have to calm myself down. It doesn’t always work. But you… seem to be experienced. You said you know what it’s like?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately.”

You sat in silence for a good minute when Bucky spoke up again.

“Thank you.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that, that’s for sure. You lifted your head up to see his face, his cheeks a bit pink.

“For what?” you asked out of curiousity. 

“Calming me down. Only a few others can do it but never that fast. How’d you know what to do?”

You looked at him and pulled your knees to your chest.

“Like I said, I have experience.”

He smirked at you and looked down at his lap. You blushed fiercely and squeeze your knees together.

“Have you hurt people before who tried to wake you up?”

“Just ask Steve, he’s had a couples punches and kicks before trying to wake me up. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.”

“Well thank you. I don’t know about you but I always liked to be cuddled after nightmares.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re my neighbor then.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I’ll have a cuddle buddy when the dreams get bad.” Bucky looked at you sideways after he said this as your eyes grew wide.

He chuckled, “I’m just kidding, doll. But I do like talking to you.”

You laugh softly, and replied, “You’re not half bad yourself.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, we just met so maybe things could change.”

“For better or worse?” He stared at you, curious about your answer with a hint of flirting in there, not that you noticed.

You looked at him dead in the eye with a new found confidence and said, “That’s up to you, Barnes.”

He laughed and you smiled too, loving the sound of his laugh.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking..”

“Yes?” Bucky asked.

You took a pause and then took a chance.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“Oh, uh-“

“You don’t have to tell, I knew it wasn’t a great question to ask and I’m sor-“

“Woah, Woah Y/N slow down. It’s okay. You seem like a pretty trustworthy person. But some stuff I keep to myself. Let’s just say it was old memories coming back to haunt me, but I’m okay.”

“Okay.”

You felt a bit embarrassed but Bucky got up and offered you a hand to pull you up as well. Once you stood up, Bucky yawned and noticed that your arm had been wrapped.

“Better than what I would’ve done.”

“Ya know, you’re pretty clumsy Barnes.”

“Oh look who’s talking.”

“Shut up.”

He scoffed at your remark and you both walked back to your rooms, not even realizing you were still wearing his clothes with the scent of vanilla on them.

 Little did either of you know that Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers had seen the whole encounter as well, both of them curious as to how this new friendship would blossom.

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SILDES IN YOUR ASKS A SECOND TIME!! request for a fic where the leader bumps into Thor and mistakes him for the lead singer in one of her favorite bands. When Thor explains the confusion she just gets disappointed WHICH MAKES HIM CONFUSED BECAUSE?? GOD OF THUNDER???

i’m so sorry about that btw HAHAHAHa

The God of... What?

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: none

Requested: by queen @minnie-marvel

AN: My first requested pic and i loved the prompt! hope y’all like it!

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Did that actually happen? How on Earth did you, a regular joe of a person, just like very other fangirl on the planet, manage to do THAT. You just wanted this to be a normal day where you wake up, put on your concert outfit that’s been laying out for a week and post videos on Snapchat of your favorite band all night long and wake up the next morning having to write all your words on a whiteboard because you lost your voice.But no.This day just happened to take many unexpected turns, most seeming to be thrilling and unforgettable for all the right reasons, and then all turning into a huge and embarrassing accident (not to mention the sprained ankle). Was I dreaming? Like, did I actually just bump into one of the most gorgeous people i’ve ever seen in my life, take selfies with him, have him sign my ARM and then find out it’s not even HIM???? Oh, yeah. It happened. And your best friend will never let you forget it.

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“OH MY GOD CASEY LOOK HE POSTED ANOTHER VIDEO ON HIS INSTAGRAM STORY,” you exclaimed to your best friend since birth. “I KNOW I JUST GOT THE NOTIFICATION!!”“I cannot believe we’re actually here. Our first time seeing Fading to Light in person!”Your mind flashes back to all the years growing up of dancing in your room with Casey, singing all their songs and being the crazed band obsessed girls you’ve always been. Buying albums as soon as they came out, having so many t shirts with the infamous logo on it and the many posters covering your walls with Thomas Olinson everywhere.

“Hey, I wonder if we look around before the show we can find him!”“(Y/N). We should not be those insane girls who get arrested for trying to find singers before the concert just for a picture.”You give her a look of doubt.“OF COURSE WE SHOULD LOOK AROUND!” Casey exclaims. “And if we get arrested, just more memories from tonight that we can joke about when we’re 80.”

You doubled over with laughter as you walk across a crosswalk on your way to the stadium. “You’re so ridi-“

You suddenly feel so though you’ve run straight into a brick wall and immediately fall to the ground in pain. You ankle twists and you fall straight on your butt.

“OW! What the heck dude! Watch where you’re go-“

You pause again. Your brain begins to piece things together. You see his short blonde hair, his long muscular body, wearing a black t shirt, khaki shorts and sneakers with sunglasses and a hat on, probably to disguise himself from fans. Holy shit.

“Oh my, darling are you alright? Be careful, you-““OH MY GOD YOUR THOMAS OLINSON!”Your mouth is still wide open in shock as you can’t process that basically just body slammed yourself into your biggest celebrity crush and are now screaming his name in the middle of the street.

“Uh, sure!” He scrambles to get you out of oncoming traffic while you lie theirs unhelpful. “Let’s move you out of the street and make sure your okay.”He lifts you up like a feather off the ground and runs with your to the next sidewalk and sets you down on a bench.

“Now, can I look at your ankle?”You slightly nod your head, he takes off his sunglasses and you whimper when he moves it in a certain direction. “You must have sprained it slightly. We must get you to a hospital. Young lady?”He gestured to Casey, who is in just as much shock as I am and snaps herself back to reality. “YES I WILL CALL 911!” Casey says a bit too loudly. Thomas gives her a strange look. “Well, whoever you have to call to get medical help here. If this 911 can help, go ahead.”Ignoring his strange choice of words, I continue staring at him until he finishes looking at my ankle and speaks again.

“Now, whats your name love?”“Uhhhhmmhmmmhm-““Well okay, how are you feeling Uhhhhmmhmmmhm?“Sorry, um My name is (Y/N). And other than my ankle, I guess I’m okay. So um, Thomas, I mean uh Mr. Olinson, um I was wondering if um, maybe we could uh-“He gives you a confused look.

Just spit it out.

“Could we TAke a picTURE?”

NICE FREAKING JOB. VOICE CRACK AND ALL.

“You want to take a photograph?” “Well, yes? Could we? I mean I completely understand if your busy and need to get back to work but-““I always have time for photograph! A picture, is what you call it?”“Well a selfie, but you take those all the time. Like on Instagram and stuff.”“Is this similar to electronic emails?”“I mean, not really but you do it on a phone?”

This is strange. Why is he acting so different? And where is Casey? She’s been gone an awful while.

“A selfie! Fantastic, let’s do it.”“OH MY GOD AWESOME!”

You hold up your phone and snap a couple pictures, and on the last one, he starts to ask questions about you while you wait for the ambulance.

You talk for 20 minutes until, Casey returns, saying that they should be here soon but she has to explain the situation and say not to make it a big deal so he could get back to work.

After a couple more minutes, the ambulance arrives and they begins to load you up. Casey hops in the ambulance to go to the hospital with you. And then you almost forget.

“WAIT! DOES ANYBODY HAVE A SHARPIE!” You shout to everyone around you.“Uh, yeah.” A nurse says. “Thanks.”You turn to Thomas and ask him in the most awkward way possible to sign your arm. It was a stupid place and the first place you thought of but he did it without hesitation. When he got closer to you, he started to look different than before. Less like himself. You ignore yourself and say one more thing before the doors close.

“Thank you Thomas for your help today. I appreciate but I’m really sorry that Casey and I won’t be able to make it to your concert!”“Concert?”“Um yeah? At the stadium tonight here in town?”“I do not have any concert to attend tonight. But I would love to go! Who’s it for?”

Oh no.

You begins to realize that during all this time, while you were in shock from seeing who you thought was Thomas Olinson, you realize it was actually somebody who looked every similar to him.

“Wait, you’re not Thomas Olinson??”“I’m afraid not, dear (Y/N). I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. God of Thunder.” He began to sign your arm, you not looking at it but only his face. “You thought i was this Thomas Olinson? No wonder it sounded like you were saying my name wrong! I wondered if you were just in so much pain that you were confused or maybe my looks distracted you. Tell this Thomas Olinson who has a strangely similar name to my own that I wish him the happiest of birthdays and I hope you and your girlfriend have fun! And post those photographs on electronic emails so I can see them. Or what was it, Instasnap? I’m not sure, anyway. It was nice meeting you dear!”

The ambulance doors shut and you say in silence with Casey. After a couple of minutes, you ask Casey a couple questions. “So that was not Thomas Olinson.” “Supposedly not.”“And I just had a 20 minute conversation with an Avenger.”“Yes.”“Thinking is was Thomas Olinson.”“Indeed.”“And I took selfies with him.”“And I wasn’t in any, correct.”You ignored her remark and continued.“And did i actually get him to sign my arm?”“(Y/N), have you even seen what he wrote?”

You look down and see the words “THOR” in large letters with lightning bolts going all around the sides and an exclamation point in the shape of an upside down hammer with a side note that says, “Mjolnir” in smaller bubble letters.

“Oh my god.”

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okay the request was great but my story was dumb heheANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED IT @minnie-marvel @secondsineternity HAHA