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sweetpinkchampagne · 1 year ago

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sinful II

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

its been 2 days since the elevator incident and stephen has left you high and dry.. at an event you spot stephen with a young model in his lap, clearly he has a type. an angry confrontation leads to sex in a bathroom.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames, semi public sex

it had been two nights, two long nights since your slip up with stephen. since you dropped your façade. you had woken up in his bedroom to cold sheets and an empty pillow. he had gone. fuck that, you thought. neither of you texted each other and conveniently he missed two days of work. well, define work - because he managed to find it within him to show up to a gala your father had thrown. a very fancy gala where people bidded on expensive technology and played characters for an evening. mingle with potential investors, keep up with appearances, engage with the press. those were the rules, and you weren’t going to disobey your father. another interesting detail that was headlined by TMZ, “doctor stephen strange seen with blonde supermodel. love or lust?” you weren’t blonde, or a supermodel by trade. that struck a nerve.

it was 8pm, the gala had started an hour ago but you decided that just in case he did show up, you wanted to make a statement. your dress was a floor length black lacey number, with a sheer element that somewhat exposed your lower back and your ass. cascading down the stairs elegantly, you pushed open the doors loudly, fuck it you wanted to be seen. interrupting some old white man's bid on your father’s new bionic eye invention. the room went silent and heads whipped around. you sauntered over to the round table that seated natasha and maria, plopping yourself down in the seat next to the lovebirds. out of the corner of your eye you could see a man with jet black hair and grey streaks eyeing you, tongue in cheek, jaw clenched and you loved in it. natasha was the only person who knew of your one night stand turned revenge plot - therefore so did maria. you loved them both dearly.

“he’s staring, oh he’s livid.” natasha chuckled, adjusting her necklace. you swiveled turning back in your seat to grab a glass of very expensive champagne from the waiter, thanking him.

“who’s that?” maria cocked her head, studying the blonde sat next to him. you knew it was her, you didn’t bother to look.

“stella whitford, shes a 26 year old model for dolce and gabbana.” natasha nearly spat out her red wine at your retort and maria snorted.

“jesus stark! what are you, a stalker?” nat composed herself before looking back at the model. whitford was laughing, stephen whispering something in her ear. must have been fucking hilarious.

“not a stalker, i'm just...well–read.”

“didn’t think TMZ was your kind of read.”

“oh, so you guys saw it too?” maria nodded before mumbling an insult directed to stephen under her breath and nat agreed. you shrugged in response, "it's clear he’s just a middle aged man who preys on young women. i couldn't care less. honestly." you lied

“oh come on..” natasha responded, giving you an all-knowing look.

“sold!! to edward tieran for 6.5 million dollars!” the sound of the mallet against the wood ringing in your ears as the crowd clapped. you heard the blonde pleading behind yo, far away and stephen firmly saying no. controlling prick. stella stood up, dismissing stephen before making her way to your table. you appreciated that.

“hi! oh my god, i know this is totally unprofessional but i’m like a big fan and i just- i'm sorry i just wanted to meet you! i’m stella.” she grinned widely, adoringly looking at you. she was so sweet. it was clear she had no idea about you and stephen.

“oh! no, don't apologise, that’s so sweet!! it’s so nice to meet you stella” you shook her hand before natasha queried politely.

“are you sitting with, strange?” she said with a smile on her face. you kicked her ankle from under the table and maria bit her cheek to hold back her laughter.

“oh, yeah. he’s just a hookup, to be entirely honest with you i just wanted to attend a gala. i begged for him to take me and he finally gave in! he’s not my type, he was just in the right place at the right time.” a wave of relief washed over you, drowning you. you all continued chatting, politely mingling and she swiftly checked her phone seeing it was 10:30pm.

“i'm so sorry! i have to go, i have this like really important club event to go to, you know how it is. there’s a buncha modelling scouts there. it was so lovely meeting you guys!!” she quickly hurried off, abandoning stephen.

“i love her, can we take her home? she’s so precious” natasha teased at how threatened you were by stella. you felt stupid. she was lovely. more than lovely, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

“okay, okay.. i got it. she’s very sweet and i feel like an idiot.” you groaned, your head resting against your hand, your elbow on the table. it was bad manners, but whatever. servers holding plates of the regular beef and chicken circulated the venue, placing meals to the left of attendees.

“i'm just going to go to the ladies room, i’ll be back” you sighed, ducking in between the servers, apologising but still confidently walking. you opened the doors to the lobby, it was entirely empty. the bathroom was beautiful, with gorgeous marble pillars and sinks. you touched up your lipstick and stood there composed. you washed your hands and dried them with a paper towel, still embarrassed. you walked with your back to the door to the bathroom, throwing your balled up paper towel into the bin. and suddenly, thud. a lean but muscular body hit you. before you could turn around to see who it was he spoke.

“nice shot” you could recognise that baritone voice anywhere. you rolled your eyes and turned around.

“i could get you kicked out for harassment for standing in the women's bathroom” you bit back. you were all riled up.

“what? you're lonely, date leave you or something??” you said turning around. he was smirking. god you wanted to slap him. you swore you weren’t an angry person but he did things to you.

“oh don’t tell me you’re jealous, dear.” he walked forward, essentially pushing his way into the bathroom before he shut the door. jealous?? please.

“you were the one who left, didn’t speak a word to me and then hooked up with stella whitford - who by the way, can do so much better than you.” you scoffed.

“you reading up on me, baby? i didn’t know you cared for me that much” he chuckled, looking around the bathroom, continuing to step forward before your lower back hit one of the beautiful marble sinks.

“drop your panties” he said lowly, undoing his dress shirt’s sleeves, before efficiently rolling them up and backing you against the sink and lowering his head down to look at you.

“excuse me? you can’t just barge in here after you left me in the dark" you were swiftly cut off.

“do I need to repeat myself? i said, drop your fucking panties, stark. don't be bratty.” he had your chin positioned up, looking into your eyes, tutting. that cold, sexy stare. would you be weak for giving in, because god you wanted to.. without thinking you complied, shimming down your skimpy black lace underwear and throwing them at his chest. he chuckled at your childish response before he spun you around and unzipped your dress. he didn’t rip it, he unzipped it.. that was new. the dress fell to the floor.

“elbows on the sink for me, pretty girl, can you do that fr’ me??” you were putty in his hands.

“this isn't fair and you know it.” you retorted, the cold marble stinging your elbows.

“i know baby, let me kiss it better for you, yeah??” the sound of him undoing his belt sent shivers down your spine. this wasn’t exactly a private bathroom, anyone could walk in at any time and he knew it. before you knew it he was pounding into you as you gripped the sink, hot breaths fogging up the mirrors as the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room.

“oh stephen.” you moaned, throwing your head back slightly, he wasn’t kind, this wasn’t making love - this was pure sex.

“fucking christ you’re addictive.” he groaned before speeding up his pace. he was hitting your cervix unmercilessly. his knuckles white as he dug into the plush of your hips. god he looked good in a suit. the pounding against your g-spot made you whimper, your eyes glazed over and your mouth parted. your hair wasn’t in the pretty curls they were before you stepped into the bathroom.

“god- i’m.. go- gonna.” you whimpered and he smirked at you in the mirror, watching you intently.

“right there with you, come on sweetheart. give it to me, make a mess fr’ me.”

you were done for. you came with a loud cry, your body shaking and trembling as the last waves of pleasure washed over you. he released your hips and kissed the back of your neck, giving you a satisfied, cocky smile. you collapsed in his arms, your heart still pounding as he cleaned you up, redressed you and propped you back up on the sink. his scarred hands gently taming your hair and tucking a curl behind your ears. he kissed your forehead as you looked up at him dumbly, face flushed, freshly fucked, head empty. how could you have said yes?

“fucking christ you’re addictive” the words he had spoken previously, ringing in your ears, stuck in your head.

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thegreenmetblue · 3 years ago

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STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 9th square

hurt/comfort

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im gifting this one to @itfeelssogoodmrstark because 1. gift day 🙈, 2. you’re being the sweetest with me when i get anxiety and it does help me 🥺 and 3. you always give me the motivation to write 🥰, love you sm luna ❤️❤️

tw : anxiety, heart palpitations and panic attack

My Heart Is Yours, So Hold Me Forever

My Heart Is Yours

“Boss, I have to inform you that the boy’s heart is beating faster than usual.”, FRIDAY alerts Tony while he’s working in the lab. Tony stops, the boy ?

“Fri, are you talking about Peter ?”, he asks, frowning. Why is his AI calling Peter ‘the boy’? “Affirmative, Sir.”, his creation answers. Tony tries not to start to worry.

“Is he patrolling or doing any exercices ?”, the man asks, still trying to not panic yet. Is Peter in danger ? Where he is ? He’s supposed to be at school at this hour of the day. He shouldn’t be patrolling. Which would mean he-

“He presently is locked in the bathroom of his high school, Boss. From the vitals Karen just transmitted me, it appears he’s not in danger, but his body shows several signs of panic and anxiety.”, Tony hears her voice echoes in his brain. Shit. What happened ?

In less time that Tony would have taken to even walk to his kitchen, he’s in the suit flying to Peter’s school. He tries not to let his heart race too much. Peter’s probably having a panic attack or something. He can’t allow himself to have one too. Not right now.

Tony doesn’t even care that people could see him almost running in a high school. He just cares about Peter.

When he opens the boys’s toilets’s door, the first thing he hears is small sniffles. “Pete?”, he says softly, not to scare the poor thing. Tony hears the boy’s breath stopping suddenly.

“Mr- Mr. Stark ? Is that you ?”, a small cracking voice asks. He’s been crying. Tony closes the first door and completely enters the bathroom. “Yeah it’s me kiddo.”, the man answers in an almost whisper, still trying to sound like he’s not worried.

“What… What are you- ? Why are you here ?”, Peter whines, almost like he’s gonna cry again, he’s a bit breathless. So Tony was right, was Peter having a panic attack ?

“Please I’d like better not to talk to an orange school door toilet, Pete. Get out of there.”, Tony says and as soon as he hears a small sob, he realizes he’s being a bit harsh. Shit. He has to control his damn worry.

“Im sorry, kid. Fri alerted me you were panicking. What happened Peter ?”, he finally questions, trying not to stress the boy. There’s no direct answer, but another sniffing. Tony doesn’t push it. He wants to, but he doesn’t. He gives Peter enough time to speak.

“I- I don’t really know… I.. my heart is- just beating so fast right now, and my stomach is so clenched and I feel like I can’t breathe.”, Peter explains after a few seconds, Tony hears the trembling in his voice, he wonders if it’s because of his heart beating fast or because he cried.

“It’s alright, Peter… Hey, can you get out of there for me please ?” There’s another silence, Peter’s breath is louder, shakier. Tony’s shoulders release a bit of their tension when he finally hears the ‘click’ of the door’s lock.

But the view before him almost breaks his heart. Peter’s eyes are red, his cheeks are read too, and he’s literally trembling, a hand clenching on his shirt just where his heart is at. And Tony just wants to hug him and never let go. Fuck, when did he become that protective with Peter ? He’s seen people in so much worse state. And yet, his protection instinct never were that strong.

“Sweetheart…”, he lets slip. It only adds more tears to Peter’s eyes. “Im sorry…”, the boy mumbles, looking down.

“Hey. None of that. Can you tell me what happened ?”, the man asks, still restraining himself to pull Peter close to him. Shit, Stark get a hold on yourself. But again, Peter only seems to have more and more difficulties to breathe.

“Hey, Hey, it’s alright Peter. Breathe for me please ? In and out ? You’re alright buddy, it’s alright.”. Tony’s soft voice seems to work out a bit on Peter. But the hand on his heart is still there. FRIDAY told him Peter’s heartbeats were reaching 160 bpm, which is definitely too fast for someone who’s just standing in a bathroom.

Peter opens his mouth and lets out a shaky breath before speaking. “I don’t know what happened, it- it happens lots those days and I don’t know why, im just getting really anxious and then I feel like I can’t do anything, I get- those, my heart, it’s being like this for no reasons, and it scares me. I feel like Im gonna have a heart attack.”, he explains in one shot, voice still trembling. Tony shushes him. But Peter continues. “And my tummy feels like- clenched and I hear my heart echoing in my whole body right now, it hurts my chest and my back. And-”

“Peter.”, Tony cuts him. “Please, you have to breathe.”

The boy does what Tony asked him to. He’s still trembling. Tony sighs. “Calm down okay ? You’re safe right now.”

“I know Im safe, Mr. Stark! That’s the issues, I don’t know why, and I think- I think you’re making it worse, I don’t know what triggered it, I can’t calm my heart, I feel like it’s gonna explode in my chest.”, Peter blurts out once again. The man tries not to get upset by Peter saying he’s making this worse.

And then Peter’s eyes start to water again. “Im- I think Im having a heart attack Mr. Stark, I can’t- I can’t breathe.”. Tony’s own heart clenches at that. “Shhh, Pete… You’re not having a heart attack, you can breathe, you’re doing perfect right now Sweetheart.”, this one petname was volunteer. Tony hates to admit it, but he damn knows how much those affect Peter. But the boy just seems to get more and more anxious, he’s even starting to get away from Tony, stepping back. Tony stares at the boy’s hand, still clenching hard on his shirt, like he needed to feel how fast his heart was beating.

“Pl-Please, make it stop, I- I left the class without even asking if I could, the teacher is gonna send May something, and it’s worse, you make it worse, Mr. Stark, please.”, Peter starts to full cry now, his body trembling even more. Okay, that’s it. Tony thinks.

“Pete, can I touch you ?”, he still asks, not to startle him even more. Peter doesn’t answer but he nods. “Okay turn around and take your shirt off.”, he orders, voice still soft. That gets a reaction out of Peter.

“What ?”, he says dumbly, he can’t blush because his cheeks are already red but Tony hates that he wished they weren’t just so he could see the red creeping in the boy’s cheeks at that. And then he hates himself, thinking like that when Peter clearly isn’t feeling okay.

“Do what I say, Pete, Im not gonna do anything, I promise.”, he tries to reassure the boy. God, he knows how that sounds.

Peter stays silent for a little while and then actually does take his shirt off. In front of Tony, before turning away from him. Tony tries not to stare. He’s being the worst right now., but then Peter actually turns around and facing the boy’s back makes it easier for Tony to remember why he’s doing this.

Peter lets another sobs. “My chest- it burns, I can’t calm it down, why is-”, he starts but Tony cuts him again.

“Shhh, I want you to forget your heart, Pete. You forget your heartbeats and focus on my finger, alright ? Im gonna write words in your back, baby. And the only thing you have to do is to guess the letters, and then the word, okay ? Im sure you already played this game before.”, he explains, still making effort to keep his voice soft and reassuring for Peter.

Tony knows Peter really isn’t in his normal state when he doesn’t hears the awkward response he would have said in a normal situation if Tony said he’d draw letters on his bare back. The only thing he gets is Peter nodding again and whispering a small, shaky ‘Kay.’.

Tony puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder, to ground him. And then, with his second hand, he draw a ‘W’ on Peter’s back. He sees Peter’s skin shivering but it’s the only thing he gets.

“Pete, what letter did I just draw ?”, he asks, patiently. “Huh.. I- I don’t know.”

“Shhh, it’s okay, Im gonna do it again, okay ? Please focus on my finger on your back.”, Tony whispers before doing another ‘W’ on Peter’s back. He hates how smooth his finger feels against that sweet skin.

“W ?”, Peter asks and Tony smiles, praising a soft ‘yeah that’s good, perfect.’, before drawing an ‘E’.

Peter’s body and breath are still shaky, but the latest doesn’t come out as sobs anymore. This time, he guesses on the first shot. “E.”, he says, voice still sick. Tony hums and draws a ‘B’.

“Are- Are you gonna write webs ?”, the boy asks finally. Tony hides a laugh. “Smart boy. It’s what came to my mind first. But the game is more about focusing on each letter, less about finding the word, Pete. Just focus on the way my finger feels on your back, huh ?”. The man hates how that sounds again. But it’s what Peter has to do, so he nods. He started with a short words on purpose so Peter doesn’t get overwhelmed by the task.

Tony draws a ’S’ and then leaves his hand on Peter’s back. He doesn’t ask if Peter’s heart feels less like it’s gonna explode. Peter has to focus on something else.

“Alright, Im gonna start a new word now okay ?”, Tony prevents. He thanks the lord that it’s classes hours because it’s probably safe from anyone entering the bathroom right now. God- What would it even look like ? Plus, it’d just throw Peter in an even more stressing situation.

Next, Tony goes with ‘P-E-A-C-H’, just because he can smell Peter’s peachy shampoo from there. The boy seems already more calmed down. No more sobs, breath more regular, trembling almost gone. They don’t talk about anything else but the ‘game’, Peter tells letters and words, and Tony praises.

’H-O-N-E-Y’ He’ll be damned, he doesn’t even care.

‘V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N’

Every time Tony starts a new word, he sees Peter’s back shivering. But he doesn’t care, because Peter looks better. Sounds better. He can feel how relaxed the boy starts to be with the hand that’s still on his shoulder.

’S-A-N-D-W-I-C-H’ Peter even laugh, saying that now he’s hungry.

And Tony goes for the last one, because it worked, Peter’s not panicking anymore. ’S-W-E-E-T-H-E-A-R-T’. Yes, two petnames, he’s already damned anyway.

“Sweetheart ?”, Peter says in a weak voice. And it’s the first time he asks a question. Because he’s not searching for approval. He’s asking if the sweetheart is him. Tony decides to ignore that, pretending he didn’t understand and praises him for finding the right word.

“Turn around now, Pete.”, he orders gently. Peter’s eyes aren’t frantic, his mouth isn’t twisted, he still have red cheeks, but Tony guesses it’s because of- anyway. “It… It worked, my heart feels normal again. My stomach too. I… Thank you, Mr. Stark.”, Peter says, hesitantly, looking- looking at Tony with eyes that makes him wanna protect him forever. “I… I liked the- your hand, on my back.”

And it’s too much, Tony can’t help it, without Peter even having any time to realize it, Tony pulls him close in a hug. It takes a second for Peter to wrap his arms against the man too. Tony may be hugging him too tight, he doesn’t care. He just cares about having Peter here, close, safe. They don’t say anything, they just keep hugging like it was the last time they would see each other.

And automatically, Tony’s hand finds his way to Peter’s hair. The sound Peter makes, and tries to hide by sinking his head deeper in Tony’s chest, sends butterflies into Tony’s stomach. Fucking butterflies. What is he ? 12 ?

They stay a bit more like this, Tony petting Peter’s hair, his hand snarling into the boy’s soft curls. It’s like magic. Because it appeases both of them. Peter doesn’t even bother to hide the purrs coming out of his mouth, and Tony- Tony is melting.

It’s lasting too much. Tony’s hand slides into the boy’s neck and he feels Peter’s skin shivering again. Stop., he tells himself. Stop before you cross the damn line, Stark. But fuck, the line is so blur right now.

Fuck, don’t.

With his other hand he tilts Peter’s head up, moving themself just a bit further but now they’re facing each other. Tony closes his eyes. Peter’s cheeks are so red, his eyes are just- begging him to do it. He can’t. He can’t look because he’s about to do the biggest mistake of his whole life, and it’s saying lots.

“Mr. Stark… Please ?”, Peter finally whispers, voice just demanding, his breath caressing the man’s face. Tony’s eyes open on their own.

Fuck it.

And the next thing both of them can understand is that their lips are against each other’s. Tony can’t believe he’s doing this. Peter can’t believe this is happening. But both of them just can’t fight it anymore. Peter’s body suddenly wraps around Tony’s and the man clenches his hands around Peter’s back hard. He wants Peter to be closer, he wants Peter to be safe, he wants Peter to be his, he wants Peter.

It’s sloppy, Peter doesn’t know how to kiss. Tony doesn’t mind. No, it’s a lie, Tony knows he’s Peter’s first kiss and it awakes something dangerously warm inside him.

The small choked noises Peter is doing right now are gonna stay graved in Tony’s memory forever. It’s so good, it feels like liberty and flying. For both of them. It feels like there’s a fire, and both of them are into it, but it’s not a bad burning, it’s a beautiful burning.

And when the kiss stops, for them to breathe, Tony sees the most beautiful thing in the world in front of him. And this beautiful thing is looking at him like he just hung the moon.

“I- Im- Oh my god, Im so sorry Mr. Stark, I didn’t want t-”, Peter starts, stuttering and panicking again but Tony puts a finger on his mouth, shushing him immediately.

“Shhh, we don’t want you to have another crisis don’t we ?”, he says. And then there’s a silence. A loud one. Peter looks like he’s about to cry again. Tony has a choice to make. A big one. Two solutions, only one of them is reasonable.

“Let’s move to the compound, Pete. Not sure you’d appreciate one of your teacher seeing you kissing Tony Stark.”, he finally says. Yeah, Tony isn’t really known for making reasonable choices. But when he sees the boy’s face lightning up in front of him, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

So Hold Me Forever

Peter was having a great day. It’s summertime and he, MJ And Ned went to the public swimming pool -yes, he told Tony they wanted to go there and not in the penthouse’s swimming pool-, and now they’re eating in a fast-food. Holidays just started, no more school, no more homework, no more exam, yeah, Peter is definitely having a great day.

The boy was threatening MJ to give him back his fries when he felt his heart clenching hard.

Oh no.

That must have reflected on his face because suddenly, both Ned and MJ are asking him if he’s alright.

“I- I gotta go, guys, sorry, I’ll maybe catch with you later!”, Peter hurries before literally jumping from his seat and rushing out. He knows it’s a lie. He know he definitely won’t come back. Because Tony is having a panic attack right now.

Fuck. If it wasn’t for his spidey sense, he wouldn’t even have known. Meaning that Tony told FRIDAY not to alert him.

“Fuck you Tony…”, he mumbles, already swinging his way back to the compound. In those moments, Peter wished he had an armor like Tony to go faster.

When he finally arrives, he asks FRIDAY to localise Tony and then rushes to the lab. Tony is there, sat on the floor, back against the wall, breathing loudly. That vision makes Peter wanna throw up. He knows he can’t panic, he knows he can’t touch Tony, so he gently crouches in front of him.

“Tony, hey…”, he whispers, just not to startle the man. When their eyes meet, the boy’s jaw clenches because of how scared Tony looks.

“K- Kid, Pe-Pete. Get- Get o-”, the man tries to say, but Peter shushes him. “Stop talking, Im not going anywhere Tony, Im right here.”. Peter tries to control the shakiness in his voice.

He’s mildly happy to see Tony trying to nod. But if the man doesn’t put up a fight for Peter not to see him like this, then it’s that it’s really serious.

“Okay, Tony please I want you to breathe okay ? Can you breathe ? In and out ? In. In, Tony. Breathe please…”, he murmurs despite his state. But Tony doesn’t really show any respond to what he said, he’s not even looking at him. The boy sighs, fighting the tears. Not the fucking time to act like a baby, Parker. And he crabs both of Tony’s wrist.

Tony jumps, and finally locks his eyes into Peter’s. “Pet-Peter…”

“You’re okay, you’re okay Tony. It’s just a panic attack. You know what you have to do when you got those, right ? You gotta breathe. C’mon… No. Keep staring at me, please. Okay now, now-”, but Peter stops himself to take a breath. He hates seeing the man like this. “Now you gotta copy how Im breathing okay ?”, the boy asks. He shouldn’t ask, he should order.

“Honey.”, he says instead, softly. Tony still has his eyes locked into Peter’s. Peter’s still holding both of his wrist. It’s fucking scary to feel how much Tony’s shaking. He’s glad he has his superstrength, because he’s able to maintain Tony. The petname does it because Tony nods again, making a distress sound that clenches Peter’s heart so hard.

“Okay, good Tony, c’mon, like me please.”, Peter whispers before starting to breathe loudly. Calmly, but loudly, so Tony can focus on it enough to try to copy it.

“Don’t let my eyes down, Tony. Please, you always says you love my eyes. So focus on them, please. You can stare and then make fun of me because of that yellow spot I hate okay ?”, he panics a bit. Peter hates that he’s rambling even in time like this. But he just wants Tony to focus only on his face and breathing.

“Can’t-”, Tony starts but cuts himself before speaking again. “Can’t breathe.”, he manages to say. And suddenly, Peter’s lips are on his. It’s not a kiss. It was either that, either a hand on his mouth. But it just looks a bit less frightening than if Peter was stopping Tony from breathing through his mouth.

A few seconds pass before Peter moves back to his initial position. “Keep your mouth shut, Tony.”, he gently orders. “Okay, now Imma ask you the same thing but only breathing through your nose okay ?”

Tony nods again, so Peter starts breathing loudly through his nose. He forces Tony’s hands down and sits completely in front of him. Peter doesn’t even know how he can keep his breathing calm, because he just wanna burst into tears, but he does.

The man finally tries to copy the slow breathing. At first it doesn’t work because Tony’s breathless but they keep going, in silence. Just Peter holding his wrists and keeping eyes contact.

It takes a few minutes but Tony does calm himself a bit. Not enough for it to be done, but enough for practically having the same breathing pace as Peter.

So that’s a step done. Peter feels a bit calmer already. Having Tony like that in front of him is pretty scary. And he’s also always scared he won’t be able to help him. The first time Tony had a panic attack, Peter was so lost he had to call Rhodey.

A few seconds go by, still in a loud-breathing-silence and then Peter gets up. Tony follows his eyes up. “What… What are you doing kid ?”, kid. Tony doesn’t really call him like that anymore -expect for a few times in bed because c’mon that’s kinky-. If he does right now, it’s because he’s still not completely aware of the situation, still panicking. The boy gives him his hand. Tony grabs it without questioning it. And Peter pulls him up, again thanks to his superstrength. “I need you up for this.”, Peter fakes chuckles. He wants his boyfriend to know it’s okay. All of this. “It’s okay.”

And then Tony is up, legs still shaking a bit. “Friday, how’s Tony’s heart doing please ?”, he asks to the AI. “Still going faster than it should for its own good.”, that makes the boy nods.

Peter stares at him and remembers Tony actually asked him for touching permissions when he had heart palpitations. “Are you okay for me to touch you Tony ?”, he questions with a soft smile. “Yeah I am, Pete…”, the man answers, voice half breathless, half joking. And suddenly Peter’s hugging Tony. Hard. Both of their chests are glued together.

Peter hears Tony’s air stops before coming back more as a sigh. He wonders if it’s a good sign. He isn’t even sure if what he’s doing right now is helpful or no. But technically that should work.

Tony passes a hand on the boy’s neck, stroking gently the beginning of his soft curls. Peter shivers. That’s perfect. His own heart needs to be calm for this, Tony is making it calm. Because feeling the man’s one stammering against his chest definitely doesn’t help.

“Im not… Im not sure why the hug, but it does feel good, Pete”, Tony chuckles softly. He tries to act like it’s done. Peter knows it’s not. Their body are clenched against each other, he can feel the trembling everywhere.

“It’s not just a hug, we have to stay like that, okay ? It… It helps.”, Peter mumbles, not so sure he wants to explain to Tony. “What helps ? Hug ? Love ? Im.. Im sure it does, P-Pete, you did good there.”, the man tries to praises him. Peter clenches his teeth. It’s him who should praise Tony for being able to follow what Peter asked.

“You did good actually Tony. Not me. And it’s… not about hug or love. It’s about… about the fact that when two people hug, their hearts are against each other, the skin is the only barrier. And the human heart has this thing you know ? To copy beats. Like with music, when there’s loud beats, the heart tends to- anyway. What I mean is that, your heart is beating really fast right now, too fast. And mine is okay. So when we hug, like this, both of our hearts will try to copy each other’s beat. So yours should go back to a normal pace more quickly than if we just waited for it to. And it’s also nicer. T- To hug, I mean. Than to like… just wait.”, Peter finishes and wants to slaps himself for not being able to not ramble. He knows his cheeks are red and hates that.

But when his eyes go up to meet Tony’s, all he can read here is love. “Sweetheart…”, Tony whispers. But he doesn’t add anything else. However he kisses the top of Peter’s head. Again, it’s gestures that appease both of them.

“Let’s stay like this, then. So your heart can-”, the boy starts but gets cuts by Tony. “Yeah staying like that sounds perfect to me, Honey.”

So they stay. Both of them wouldn’t have any idea of how many time they stayed like this, holding each other, waiting for Tony’s heart to beat at a normal pace again. It seems like forever and just- out of time at the same time. Slowly, their position shifts a bit. Peter watches carefully that both of their hearts are still perfectly against each other, but he lets his head fall against Tony’s shoulder. Tony has his leaned on Peter’s. The man’s hands are on Peter’s hair and the boy’s ones are slowly caressing his back.

It’s finally FRIDAY’s voice who interrupt them. “Boss, your heartbeats seem to have found a slow pace again.”, she says, making them jump at the same time, stirring them out of that headspace they both went to.

Peter steps back a bit and study Tony’s face. There’s no visible signs of panic anymore. “How are you feeling ?”, he can’t help but ask. “Could be better, but could have been way worse if you haven’t showed, Pete.”, Tony smiles, creating butterflies in Peter’s stomach. “Thank you, my babyboy.”, the man adds with a smile, a fondly smile. Peter opens his mouth but nothing goes out. Tony takes his hand and brings them to the couch.

It’s easy. It’s easy to forget what just happened when Tony brings them close, under a pile of blankets on the couch. But Peter doesn’t.

“Tony… What… What happened ? Why did you… What triggered the panic attack ?”, he finally asks. Because he wants to know. Because he worries. Because he loves him. And he wants Tony to share everything with him. The good and the bad. Tony’s first silent answer is to tighten his grip around the boy’s body. Not in a bad way, more in an affectionate way. Peter wants to say ‘You don’t have to tell me.’, not to pressure Tony into saying anything, but he needs to know.

“Let’s say I… St- Rogers sent me a letter.”, Tony tells finally. Without adding anything else. He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t want to either. And that’s where Peter won’t cross the line. He got his answer. He sees Tony’s gaze wandering away and immediately comes up with something to bring him back. “Did you read it ?”, Peter questions, to tell Tony he doesn’t have to explain more. Because Peter knows. Peter knows what happened after his first battle with and against the team. And he knows how it fucked Tony up, he saw how it fucked Tony up.

“No.”, short answer. Message received.

“Okay… Thank you for telling me Tony.”, Peter practically purrs against him, showing that now they can both move on from that. But Tony apparently doesn’t catch it. “Peter, Im sorry you ha-”

“Don’t.”, Peter cuts him almost harshly. Tony shoots him a look. “Don’t say you’re sorry. I hated seeing you like that. But I would have hated it so much more if I wouldn’t have been able to help you Tony. Let me help. I wanna share those things with you. Not just the soft, not just the huh.. sexy stuff, but also this. I don’t want you to hide this part of you from me, Tony. I.. I love you. You. Not you minus your… this. You, entirely.”, Peter almost whines, fighting back the tears again. He expected Tony to shush him orally, but no. Tony leans on and kisses him.

It’s a real kiss this time, not like the one Peter did just to make Tony breathe through his nose. Peter kisses him back. It’s slow, it’s loving, just the kind of kisses both of them need right now. Peter feels so good. When Tony breaks the kiss, still staring at Peter, the smile he got makes the boy wanna bury his head against his chest. “I love you too, Petey Pie. My smart boy…”, he whispers before giving Peter another small smack on his lips.

Then they both go back to lying down, cuddled against each other under the blankets. There’s a comfortable silence. But Peter breaks it again. “If there’s something you should feel sorry about is not alerting me when this happened, Tony. Please… Promise me you will next time. Please.”, he mumbles again, hiding his head in one of the blankets.

The boy hears Tony sighing, a silence, and then “Sorry. Im gonna let you know from now on… Promise, kiddo.”. Peter only raises his head up and kisses Tony’s cheeks.

“How did you know ?”

Shit.

“How did I know what ?”, he tries, dumbly.

“How did you know I was having a panic attack ?”, Tony clarifies. Peter didn’t need him too. He just, feels so stupid for this. It’s like, proving Tony how much everything in him just loves him.

The boy lowers his head down and murmurs a faint “It’s… It’s a huh… spidey sense thing. I kinda can… feel when you… when you’re not okay or stuff.”. Admitting it makes his cheeks turn red again.

But Tony only cups his cheek with his warm hand, raising Peter’s head again so he can look at Tony’s eyes. “Baby… You have no idea what knowing that just did to me. I love you, Peter. My heart is yours.”, the man says in all honesty, feeling way too many emotions at once.

Hearing that almost makes Peter cries. He’s happy. He’s in love. “So hold me forever.”, he whispers before Tony just surrounds him with his own warm body and blankets.

🌙

for @starkerfestivals 😋💖 hope yall enjoyed it, this one is somehow personal because i had the idea to write it after a period where i had a lot of heart palpitations

#starker #tw : panick attack #tw : heart palpitations #tw : anxiety #leah writes sometimes #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #starker festival summer bingo #sfsummerbingo21

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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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summer sizzle | selfish - sweet pea | mature.

PROMPTS USED:

To the music + dirty dancing + “I like you this close to me. You’re warm.” + “You are so fucking beautiful.” + Kiss on the neck +“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” + comfort sex + needy/clingy + touching / kissing heavy + “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” + afterglow; talking and cuddling -

AUTHORS NOTES:

Look at me, being all productive and shit, posting content not once but twice in a week. Ya’ll, it’s been a while. I’m rusty as fuuuuck I won’t lie, but.. This was fun to write, even if it was a complicated little bitch in the beginning. If enough people want it, I might actually develop an actual fic for this Andrews!Oc and Pea, because I think it could be very interesting. In the meantime, unless you’re not 18+, enjoy the smut?

PAIRING:

Sweet Pea x Andrews!Ofc. [ RIVERDALE FANDOM ]

WARNINGS:

I am baaadly out of practice writing smut, first of all. Slightly jerky behavior to start with on Pea’s part, biting, s*x, swearing, overuse of petnames, angst to start with. Porn, but heavy af on the plot because apparently, I cannot write it any other way. BUT HAHAHA! THIS BITCH REMEMBERED TO HAVE THEM WRAP IT UP. I REMEMBERED THE GODDAMN CONDOM.

No children allowed,m’kay? This is smut. Not the filthiest, probably not even the best, but it’s out there.

TAGGING:

uhh.. given that this is smut, I’m gonna tag @rampagewriting. If anyone else wants to be tagged in my stuff, follow the link below to my google doc and add yourself, yeah?

Life edit, I also tag @xxghostnappaxx to this.

[ four seasons masterlist ] | [ tag list google doc ] | [ faq ]

----> SELFISH, a sweet pea x ofc oneshot.

“If you want to go to the dance, Alyssa.. I’m

not

stopping you.” Sweet Pea spoke calmly, giving a shrug as if he didn’t care either way. As he gazed down at me, I sighed and shook my head sadly. I tried stepping a little closer but he backed away like usual.

At this point, I find myself seriously wondering what exactly keeps me coming back.

,, oh, that’s right you stupid, stupid girl, you’re in love with the jerk.” - the thought came, taunting me in it’s brutal and raw truth.

But a girl can only be pushed out so far and honestly?

I was sick of paying for the pain Josie McCoy caused him. I was sick of having to prove myself over and over, I was beyond tired of being tested and questioned. I was tired of hoping against hope that one day, he’d finally get it. He’d realize that unlike pretty much everyone else in his life to this point, I wasn’t going anywhere.

A talk I had with Betty came back and I turned back to look at Sweet Pea, shaking my head. Something in me snapped and before I could stop myself, I was saying something I knew full well I’d come to regret.

“You’re dense. All this time and you don’t get it. You can’t see what’s right here in front of you, begging to be taken. I loved you, okay? Nothing would’ve changed that. But you… You had to keep pushing me away, you had to keep questioning my motives. I’m going to the dance, Sweet Pea. And I think,” I paused, taking a few deep breaths to keep myself calm.

If I didn’t do it, I was most definitely going to break down sobbing. I wouldn’t ever go through with this because the last thing I want to do right now is turn my back. I mean, I love the guy. I don’t want to give up like pretty much everyone else in his life has. After I’d taken a few seconds to get myself calm again, I kept going, “ I think that I’m also going to leave you alone from now on since that’s obviously what you want.”

I grabbed my backpack and before he could say anything, I walked out of the empty classroom we’d been sitting in. Almost the second I was out in the hallway and standing by my locker, what I’d just done hit me and I wound up sitting on the hallway floor, my head resting against my knees.

“Alyssa?”

I looked up to find Reggie Mantle standing there, staring down at me in concern. “Are you crying?”

I shook my head, wiping at my eyes. I could’ve easily told Reggie Mantle exactly why I was sitting in the floor of the hallway crying, but in the end, I still cared entirely too much for Sweet Pea and the last thing I wanted was for him to get into another fight.

,, don’t flatter yourself. Did you not see just how little he cares when he didn’t try to stop you? When he didn’t wake up at the last second and at least try to fight for you?” the thought sat in my mind, taunting me bitterly. And I still kept the reason I was crying to myself.

Reggie flopped down next to me and kind of awkwardly slipped his arm around my shoulders. “Hey, c’mon, princess.”

“Don’t call me that… Please?” I glanced up at him, wincing a little at the use of the pet-name. Given that pretty much all of Archie’s friends called me that, I realized suddenly that when Sweet Pea called me that, it had taken on a whole new meaning for me. It changed from just a dumb nickname given to me by my older brother and all of his friends to something… Special. Intimate.

And now, I was going to hear it all the time and yeah, it was probably going to hurt like hell.

Reggie eyed me and I gave him a pleading look. “There has to be a million other things you can call me. I’m not a little girl anymore, Reg.” I said it quickly, hoping it wouldn’t raise suspicion or anything.

I didn’t want any of this getting back to Pea, putting him into a situation with my brother or any of his friends. I let out a deep breath that I didn’t even realize I held when Reggie smiled and nodded, seeming to accept my hasty explanation.

“There’s a lot of things I could call you, angel.” he said it so smoothly that I had not a single doubt in my mind that yet again, he was hitting on me.

But I was hurting so much at the moment, I didn’t immediately put him off. I looked up at him and gave a weak sort of smile, shrugging. “Whatever you wanna call me… Just not princess, okay?”

Reggie flashed a grin and gave me the thumbs up, springing up off the hallway floor. He held out his hand and warily, I eyed it a few seconds before finally allowing him to pull me off the floor. He walked me to class and just before I disappeared in the door, he stopped me, dragging his fingers through his hair as he eyed me up. “You gonna be alright, angel?”

“Yeah, it just hasn’t been a good day.”

“If you wanna talk.. You’ve got your old buddy Reggie.”

Somehow, when he said it, I got the distinct feeling that he meant something more by it, but I shoved the thought down.

I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me and several times, I almost turned around. I almost said something. But I remembered what I was trying to do, and I remembered the way he didn’t say anything to stop me when I did it and the hurt came back all over again.

Sweet Pea hissed my name from behind and I stared straight ahead, blatantly ignoring him. The teacher gave him a dirty look and he went quiet after that. Despite my resolve not to, I found myself turning around now and then, watching him when he wasn’t looking.

But I can’t keep letting myself be a doormat. I have to stand my ground. Even if this is killing me. Even if it’s the last thing I want to do.

Bearing that in mind, for the rest of the week, I went above and beyond to either avoid Sweet Pea or make sure I was never alone in the hallway or after class so he couldn’t find me or talk to me. I made myself scarce. I bottled everything up and I shoved it all down. And I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job at it too...

“You! Explain yourself right now.” Cheryl and Toni stormed into Pop’s and glared at Sweet Pea angrily as they stood by the booth he sat in by himself.

“Hey to you too, Blossom.” Sweet Pea grumbled, not even bothering to look up from the barely touched plate of food sitting on the booth in front of him. He growled quietly when Cheryl and Toni took it upon themselves to sit down in the other side of the booth without bothering to ask.

“Obviously, you two are gonna say something, so just say it and go. Kind of not in the mood.” Sweet Pea spoke up as he stared out the window, into the parking lot.

“What kind of idiot are you?” Toni asked, shaking her head as she reached across the table, taking some of Sweet Pea’s french fries and eating them herself. He gave her a dirty look but she shrugged, wiping away ketchup from the corners of her mouth before repeating herself. “I repeat, Pea… what kind of an idiot are you?”

“A pretty big one, if you want my opinion, lover.” Cheryl answered Toni’s question before Sweet Pea could say anything.

“Can you two stop dancing around whatever this is and say it?”

“We heard about what happened with you and Alyssa. Are you seriously going to sit here and do nothing? She said she loved you, Pea. What? That’s just not good enough?”

“I know what she said.” Sweet Pea barked the statement, making both girls share a look. After quiet whispering, the two looked at him again, determined. “It was, okay? I just..” he trailed off, swearing under his breath and shaking his head as the two of them shared a look and then directed their gaze to him in unison.

“What?” Sweet Pea grumbled, taking a sip of the soda on the table beside him.

“You’re going to fix this, you giant idiot. You have to fix it. I can’t have one of my Vixens going around all mopey or even worse, missing Homecoming festivities entirely. Need I remind you, we Vixens have a strong reputation in this school? And if one of us is lacking spirit, it makes us all look bad.”

Sweet Pea laughed. The laughter died away when he realized that they were being serious. “That’s what this is about? Your stupid cheerleading shit? You do realize I can’t fix it, right? Do you not think I’ve tried, Blossom?”

“Try harder, you big oaf.” Cheryl leaned in slightly, glaring at Sweet Pea in frustration. She added as an afterthought, “ I hate seeing her like this, okay? She’s a sweet girl and honestly, it kills me. I need her happy and bubbly. You broke my Vixen, you fix her now.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Blossom.” Sweet Pea shrugged, his shoulders sagging as he went back to staring down at mostly untouched food. Toni eyed him and spoke up.

“Wow. I have never seen you just sit and pick at your food, Pea. This is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“Gee… whatever gave you that idea, Topaz?” Sweet Pea snorted sarcastically, giving an eye roll as he shifted around in his seat, eyeing the door. All he wanted to do was escape right now. Because the more they said, the more it made him replay that day over and over again.

And it hurt like hell. It only made him angry at himself all over again.

“You know, you’re a stubborn ass, right? You could fix this if you really wanted to. But I guess you don’t. So I guess she’ll just wind up moving on and you’ll go back to being the miserable man-bitch we all know and love yet want to strangle.”

Toni smirked as her words hit their mark and the two of them stood, walking out of Pops, leaving Sweet Pea to stew in Toni’s parting remark. And it took hold, rooting itself in his mind.

That’s the one thing about friends who are like family. They always know where to hit at to illicit an actual reaction.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Sweet Pea stood, tossing his half eaten food and the empty soda into a bin and he strode out the door into the parking lot.

He happened to look across the parking lot, spot her getting out of the truck with her father, Fred.

He called her name and for once, she looked back. The hurt look in her eyes and the sad shake of her head was what really got him. He couldn’t have felt worse if he tried. He stood there, watching her walk into Pop’s with her father and in that moment, he made up his mind.

One way or another, even if it took a long time, he was going to fight. He couldn’t just give up. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers.

My father cleared his throat from the seat across the booth. “Everything okay, shortcake?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s all good.”

“Well then what was all that outside?”

“What?” I asked the question, tensing a little. Sometimes, having such a perceptive father isn’t really a great thing. Especially when I don’t really… like acknowledging pain. Or dealing with it. I mean, my whole idea of dealing with the situation with Sweet Pea has been to just pretend I’m okay, but to go above and beyond to avoid him.

“You know what I’m talkin about. The kid called your name and you gave him that look. The one you always gave Archie when you were little and Archie wouldn’t let you tag along to play.”

I plastered on my best convincing face and shook my head, taking a noisy sip of my chocolate milkshake. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dad. He’s in my class. He was just saying hey.”

“It sounded like he was trying to talk to you.” my father pointed out and I bit my lip, glancing over at him. “Yeah, well.. If he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it earlier. At school. I’m starving. Can we order now?”

My father chuckled and for a few seconds, he eyed me as if he wanted to ask more questions. Thankfully, he let it go. “Yeah. What do you want? I think I’m gonna get my usual.”

“I think I’m going to try your usual, actually.”

“That’s a lot of burger, kid.” my father laughed.

I shrugged and did my best to laugh. As I happened to look over at the window, I did so just in time to see Sweet Pea’s truck pulling out of the parking lot. For a second or two, I wondered what he might have said if I’d walked over.

But I quickly shoved that out of my head.

-- LE TIME SKIPPE.

Cheryl spotted me making my way into the gym. “You came!” she pulled me into a hug and I nodded, shrugging. My eyes roamed around the gym and I swallowed hard, stomach sinking just a little when I saw no sign of Sweet Pea anywhere.

,, did you really think he’d show, Alyssa?” - the thought had me frowning a little, but I quickly plastered on my best attempt at a bright smile when we pulled back from the little hug. Cheryl smiled. “I love the dress. Let’s see if we can’t get you circulating…”

“Actually, I’m just gonna go get some punch? Maybe observe until they play a song worth dancing to?” I bit my lip as I said it and Cheryl eyed me a second or two, before finally giving a nod under Toni’s gaze.

If not for Toni, I have no idea Cheryl would’ve ignored me and gone ahead, doing what she wanted. It used to annoy the hell out of me when we were all kids, but now, I kind of see it as her, trying to show that she really does care.

And she’s been a lot more help than she realizes since things with Sweet Pea crashed and burned so badly. She hasn’t really… let me mope a lot. I’ve wanted to, but she and Toni always find a way to manage keeping me from it.

I made my way over to the punch bowl and the refreshments table and I turned around, my back to the crowd as I scooped punch into my cup, grumbling to myself as soon as I felt the burn of alcohol as it crawled down my throat and into my stomach. “Figures. Somebody would have to spike the punch.” I mused to myself as I sipped from the cup and momentarily toyed with the idea of just grabbing the entire chocolate cake on the table and a plastic fork, disappearing for the alcove beneath the stairs on the freshman wing.

But I told myself that I was coming tonight. I’m trying to get over him. And damn it, I’m determined to fake it til I make it.

“Wanna dance, angel?” Reggie leaned against me from behind, muttering the words quietly against my ear. I bit my lip, trying to brainstorm the best way to politely turn him down.

There’s only one guy I want to dance with, but apparently, I’m not and will never be good enough.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, frustrated with myself.

I was about to turn around and accept Reggie’s offer when I heard Sweet Pea speaking up from behind Reggie. “Beat it, Dog.”

“How about you fuck outta here, Serpent?” Reggie gave Sweet Pea a dirty look.

I stood there, eyes darting from one to the other, both of them tensed and squared up, ready to go in the snap of a finger.

“Guys, no.” I spoke up, warning tone as my hand rested against my hip. “You’re not about to start this shit.”

“He started it.” both responded, glaring at the other. I rolled my eyes and tried to make it a point to avoid Sweet Pea’s intent gaze. The way deep brown eyes roamed over every single inch of my body, lingering just enough to make my breath catch in my throat. In the end, I just couldn’t though, and I found myself getting sucked into his gaze.

I sighed quietly and managed to tear my eyes off the way he looked in a borrowed suit, the tie undone at his neck, even though the sight of him had my knees utterly weak. I focused on Reggie instead and plastered on a smile, nodding to the dance floor.

“Didn’t you ask me to dance, Reg?” I asked, stepping away from Sweet Pea and a little closer to Reggie. He held out his arm and I looped mine through, letting him lead me out onto the dance floor.

I didn’t dare look back at Sweet Pea. I didn’t have to. I could feel his eyes penetrating me, I could feel his gaze shift to Reggie and I, despite Reggie moving us towards other parts of the gym floor several times during the dance we shared. At one point, he chuckled against my ear as I grinded against him, hips swaying in time to the song playing, “If looks could kill right now, huh?”

I swallowed hard, catching eyes with Sweet Pea. He was leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest. If he glared any harder at Reggie, Reggie would drop dead on the spot. I did my best to look like I was having the time of my life and finally, the song came to an end. Reggie chuckled and dragged his fingers through his hair as he winked at me and told me he’d find me later on tonight, maybe we’d dance again.

I nodded, even though I had every intention of disappearing long before that happened. I was heading back towards the punch bowl for another cup of punch when I felt arms wrap around my waist and I found myself body to body with Sweet Pea.

“That fuckin guy?” Sweet Pea nodded to Reggie, who was already dancing with another girl. I bit my lip and stepped back a little when Sweet Pea moved closer, towering over me.

“He asked me to dance. Seeing as how I’m here alone tonight, all dressed up, I didn’t see the harm.”

“You didn’t see the harm.” Sweet Pea was doing his best at keeping a calm tone, but I could see the exact second his fists clenched at his sides and I could hear it in the way he exhaled. What I didn’t understand was why exactly he was so jealous.

“No. I didn’t.” I swallowed hard as he stepped closer. His hand ghosted my side, fingertips digging in ever so slightly when they stilled on my hip. He leaned down just a little and muttered quietly, calmly, “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, princess.” using my moment of confusion to pull me closer, pressing me against him. The way he said it had my heart fluttering a little and I barely managed not whimpering at the look in his eyes when mine met his after a few seconds.

I tried to keep some distance between us, attempting to pull back a little even though that was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. I was trying to keep my defenses up. However, he seemed to pick right up on it and something softened in his eyes as he tried again, pulling me close all over again, arms around my waist.

I couldn’t formulate words or string a single coherent thought together and it was a damn shame because there was so much I wanted to say to him. To yell at him. He’d hurt me and honestly, I just wanted to let him have it.

Instead, I sighed and melted into his arms a little, my hand raising and catching in the collar of his borrowed suit. His mouth grazed right against the shell of my ear and he muttered huskily against, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” before tilting my chin so that I had to look up at him. I gulped, taking a deep breath.

“You really hurt me. I mean, you really, really hurt me.” I pouted a little, at least making a valiant effort to stand my ground and make him own up to his part in the way things played out almost two weeks ago. He flinched, his hand leaving my hip and raising to rake hair back out of my eyes as he continued to stare down at me intently, lost in thought. I took a deep breath and continued, “I should just walk away. Right now.”

“Princess, don’t.” Sweet Pea spoke up quietly with his tone torn between firmness and fear, leaning his forehead down, resting it against mine. Somebody got the DJ to play Love Me Like You Do and for a second, I heavily considered it, just walking off the dance floor and maybe even leaving the dance altogether.

Instead, I took a deep breath and met his gaze, eyeing him expectantly. “Do you have nothing at all to say for yourself, Sweet Pea?”

“Oh, I got plenty to say, princess. I’m just not saying it here, in front of everyone.” Sweet Pea muttered the words quietly, his lips brushing right up against mine as he spoke. I sucked in a sharp breath but I also pouted again, tensing against him a little, because obviously, that was the entirety of our problem to start with. I knew how he felt, hypothetically, I never really doubted it until that last day I talked to him, when he didn’t try to stop me, when he didn’t come after me and trust me enough not to hurt him like he’d already been hurt to let it all go. I did manage to step back just a little, putting space between us and I shook my head. “Wrong answer, Sweet Pea.”

He swallowed hard, looking around.

I bit my lip, shuffling my feet against the gym floor. I didn’t want to do this, but I also didn’t want to get hurt again. I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew that this time, things were going to be a little different.

If not, I couldn’t just stick around and keep waiting, no matter how much I wanted to. What if he was never ready to let me in?

“What do you want me to say? I love you? Fine. I love you.” Sweet Pea was stepping closer all over again, hands firmly planted on my hips this time to hold me in place. At first, I thought about bolting because I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was just saying it now to get me to stay or whether he meant it, but then I looked up and my eyes actually met his.

“I love you and this whole thing is driving me fucking insane, princess.” he pulled me completely against him this time, staring down at me almost hungrily. He grumbled and rolled his shoulders making muscular arms strain against the ill fitting suit and I found my eyes fixated on that, distracted.

“I see you checking me out, princess. Is there something you want? Just tell me and it’s yours, I promise.” the question was posed with that trademark cocky smirk and I gulped, locking eyes with him. Seconds felt stretched into hours and neither of us said anything, we just stared. At least until I felt his hands wandering all over me as we danced. He leaned in closer, a hand leaving where it rested against my ass to raise to my cheek, gripping, guiding my mouth straight to his own.

My back hit one of the gym walls softly and I found myself pressed right up against it, his hand lowering from where it rested on my cheek to roam all over my body as his mouth devoured mine hungrily. I could feel my lips starting to bruise and swell and when his teeth sank into my bottom one, tugging at it, I whimpered and raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck, only after I dragged my fingers over his scalp. His other hand tangled in my hair, using his grip to pull my lips into the kiss even deeper still. By this point, we were both gasping for breath, panting heavily and a whimper bubbled out of my throat when he bucked himself against me and growled into the kiss quietly just before it broke, both of us pulling away, wide-eye and trying desperately to catch our breath.

“I asked you a question. Is there anything you want right now, princess?” his voice was a low rumble when he spoke and the way he towered over me, staring down, with an arm raised and his palm flat against the wall I was pressed up against had me leaning against him heavily, all the bones pretty much leaving my legs and reducing them to gelatin just a little more with each little touch, with each on purpose graze of his mouth against my ear or my neck, even the front of my throat. I finally managed to rub against him a little and he growled quietly, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at me, the lust burning bright in his eyes.

The music changed to a slower song and I shivered at the way he rubbed himself against me, the way he strained against the suit pants making me bite my lip and cling to him, rubbing against him right back. I was grateful for the fact that we were in the back of the gym and nobody was really paying us any attention, because I’d never really danced this dirty with anyone before.

The next thing I knew, I was being scooped up into his arms and carried out of the gym. I clung to him, my lips grazing up and down the side of his neck, little whimpers as he whispered things to me while carrying me out of the dance.

He unlocked his truck, opening the passenger door and sitting me in the seat, stepping between my legs as his hands wandered up and down my sides, then over my thighs. My head fell back and I licked my lips, earning me a growl and him leaning in against me heavily to whisper against the shell of my ear, “You know what that does to me, princess.”

“No, I actually don’t. I didn’t, I mean.” I managed to gasp out in a shaky breath against his ear as my hands wandered down the front of the button up top, unable to still, touching him in any way I could. My legs wrapped around his hips and squeezed against, my heels digging into his ass to pull him against me even more. It ended up leaning me back against the seat a little and Sweet Pea followed me down, his lips ghosting down the front of my throat, littering soft skin with bites and marks.

“We’re leaving, princess… If that’s okay with you.” he managed to gasp out the question when he pulled himself away from my neck and throat, catching his breath as he stared down at me, almost anxiously. It was a switch from the way he usually carried himself, so cocky and self-assured at all times. It let me know just how much I’d truly gotten to him.

“Mhm.” I purred against his neck after I’d melted into him again, muttering a few seconds later, “I like you this close to me. You’re warm.” and batting my lashes, making him growl quietly when the movement tickled his skin. His fingers dug into my body even more, squeezing as if he were trying desperately to hang onto any shred of self-control he might have left.

“This isn’t getting us outta here, princess.” he gave a low and dark chuckle against my mouth as he zeroed in on it again, another bruising and deep kiss that left my lips swollen and achy. I whimpered, almost needy as he stepped away, tucked my legs into his truck and shut the passenger door firmly. He jogged around to the driver seat and got in, wasting no time in cranking the truck and spinning out of the parking lot and onto the street that ran right past it.

His hand left the steering wheel, moving slowly up and down my thigh, making me whimper and squirm as he nodded to the space next to him in the middle of the bench seat. “C’mon, princess. Get closer.”

I moved closer, leaning against his side and my breath caught in my throat when I felt his hand venture up my dress, rubbing me through the pink satin beneath it. He leaned in a little at the one redlight in town and muttered almost cocky against my ear, “Princess, you’re dripping.” and bit his lip as he pulled away, turning his attention back to the road in front of us as the light went green. The more he rubbed, the more I rocked myself against his hand, making him chuckle quietly. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Just a few more minutes, okay? And then, if you let me, I’m gonna take real good care of you. I mean that, princess.”

My head fell back against the seat with a soft thud and I whimpered as I rocked myself against his hand even more after he started to rub harder, faster. “Sweet Pea.” I choked out, panting heavily, “Don’t stop. Feels so good.”

The truck pulled to a stop and he killed the engine, wrangling me into his lap, making me pout because he’d taken his hand away. His lips were all over my face and neck until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was literally dying to be kissed again, my hands resting against his cheeks and pulling his mouth against mine greedily.

He bucked himself into me from below and as I rocked myself back and forth in his lap, his fingers dug into my sides, pressing me down harder. “Fuck. I can feel you dripping, princess. This feel good?”

“Yes. So good.” I gasped as I buried my lips in his neck, leaving a mark of my own behind, making him groan and buck into me harder, holding my hips still so that he had control over the friction as he looked me up and down, almost as if he were sizing up mentally just how long it would take to strip me down.

He stepped out of his truck, not bothering to put me down, carrying me up the steps and into his trailer, the door shut and locked behind us. My back pressed into it as his hand made it’s way back up my dress and he bucked against me, rubbing his hand harder against soaked pink satin.

“Sweet Pea.” I moaned out, shattering the silence in the trailer. “Yeah, baby girl?” he breathed against my ear, his fingers trailing a line straight up my slit after slipping into my panties. “Now. Need you now.” I nipped at his neck as I raised one of my legs to his waist, trying to keep myself steady.

“Now, hmm? If that’s what you want, princess.” he broke the kiss and pulled back, searching my eyes, almost as if he were making sure that I wanted to go this far. I licked my lips and whimpered, rocking myself against his hand all over again, begging for it breathlessly until he pulled me up his body and carried me over to the mattresses he slept on, my back hitting them softly as he sank down, sitting next to me. I climbed into his lap, my fingers pulling at the buttons on his shirt after I’d managed to tug down the jacket of the suit, letting it fall to the bed. His hands disappeared up my dress, fingers catching in the waistband of my panties, tearing them away with a quiet rip and tossing them onto the floor by the bed. He laid me back, positioning himself over me, pressing himself down into me and his mouth rolled over my neck, leaving more bitemarks and little nips behind, smirking against my skin as he did so.

“Everybody’s gonna know you’re mine, princess. You sure you’re okay with that?” his voice was husky, laced with sex and want, almost raw and primal as his lips brushed against my ear and he rocked himself against me. I got my hands free from where they’d been caught and immediately, I went for the button and zipper on his pants, tugging pants and boxers down at the same time. They pooled at his feet as he stood up and he kicked them free, sending them skidding quietly out into the middle of the floor before turning his attention to the little tray table at the head of the bed, digging around on top of it, coming up with a condom in his grip.

He pulled himself away from me, because he’d been pressed against me again, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and spitting the foil onto the floor after he’d torn the packaging.As he prepared to put it on, I gently pushed his hand away, gazing up at him as my hand circled his cock, working the rubber sheath down in place over it. He growled, bucking himself into my hand and almost the second it was fully on, he had me on my back again, lowering himself down over me.

My legs wrapped around him and he rose up, his hand circling his thick member, guiding it right over my slit, making me gasp as he stared down at me and bit his lip, leaning down just a little to murmur against my ear, “Don’t let me hurt you, princess.”

I hissed as I felt the tip slowly slip in and my nails dug into his shoulders as I tensed all over. He went still, staring down at me, kissing me all over my face before zeroing into my mouth again, but not until I begged for it first.

He started to fuck into me slowly as I began to relax, and I rocked my hips up to meet each thrust, the tips of my fingers gripping at his shoulders a little harder with each one. “You feel so so good, princess. So good. You’re okay, right?”

“Feels good.” I gasped, my eyes fluttering open and shut as I started to feel myself tensing, this slow and lazy heat settling in my core. I could feel myself dripping, and the soft smack of our bodies with every single thrust echoed off the walls of the trailer. He slowed to a stop again, muttering against my lips in a daze, “Gotta slow down, princess. I wanna take my time with you.” and I nodded. I wasn’t really in a hurry to get home, my father told Archie and I we could be out late tonight because of the dance.

Honestly, I’d told him I’d probably just stay over at Cheryl’s or something and he’d been okay with it.

The prospect of having a whole night alone with Sweet Pea was exciting.

His thrusts sped up a little and when I raised my arms to wrap them around his neck again, he chuckled, smiling down at me, a softer version of his usual cocky smirk. “You feel so good, princess. You’re takin me so well. C’mon, move your hips, baby girl. That’s it.” he groaned out against my ear as he started to slam into me harder, more erratically.

By now, that slow and lazy heat in my core had turned into a dull throb and I moaned out, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts with more urgency because I could feel myself getting closer and closer with each stroke. He growled and gripped at my hips, trying to hold me still and stay in control, chuckling against my ear almost teasingly, “You gonna come for me?”

“So.. so close.. Don’t stop.” I begged over and over as his thrusts got deeper, rougher, and his fingers dug into my hips, the smack of his body against mine almost in competition to overcome the sound of our combined moans and groans and the soft sucks and slurps every single time his mouth conquered mine. He licked his lips and his jaw clenched, I got the feeling he was holding back and holding off and I dug my heels into his ass, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned against my skin, “Fuck. C’mon, princess. Let go.” as my orgasm shattered through and it pushed him over the edge too, his cock pulsing, my walls vising tight around it as we clung to each other and tried to catch our breath.

After peppering my face and neck and collarbone with kisses, he flopped onto the mattress next to me, rolling onto his side, trailing those thick fingertips slowly over my bare skin as he stared down at me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’re okay.” I yawned out, rolling onto my side to face him, slipping my leg over his hip. He raised his hand, gliding it slowly over my thigh, gingerly trailing his fingertips over a few light bruises his hands and fingers left behind on my body.

“You sleepy, baby girl?” he laughed, teasing me a little as my eyes started to get heavy...

#sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea fanfiction #sweet pea fic #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea smut #sweet pea oneshot #// four seasons of sm*t self challenge #//fourseasonsofsm*tselfchallenge #// forgive the overkill of plot and the fact that yes.. a bitch is indeed rusty at smut writing.#// i am lowkey happy with this.

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jamesbuchananxsteviegrant · 5 years ago

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[Part 1] The Winter Deity | Steve x Bucky x Reader (Angst)

Category: Angst (Suggested) Age: 16+ Trigger Warnings: Panic attack, kidnapping, brainwashed, gun violence, knife violence, physical violence Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Bucky And Reader Both Come From HYDRA But They Take Her Again Request: “Ok you’re officially ny favourite fic writer! In saying so, I can see you working WONDERS with a stucky x reader where Y/N and Bucky were both tortured by hydra at the same time and escaped together. But now they’ve taken her again, and our beefy boys are on the case with 0 hesitation because that’s their girl goddamnit!” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 7,803 Note: Deity means God/Goddess

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(Y/N)’s entire body freezes up all the power goes out in the building. She knows that Stark has an intense back-up plan for when accidents like this occur, but she’s still scared nonetheless. It doesn’t help when she hears crashing and shouting going on in other parts of the building.

Blindly grabbing her phone from the dressing table of her bedroom, she unlocks it and goes to Bucky’s number, dialling it up whilst finding her way to the ensuite of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Doll? Is it important? We’re just out in action right now, babe.” The brunet’s voice comes through her phone, heavy breaths following. The woman nods to herself before even speaking, not daring to breathe as she awaits to hear any other noises throughout the tower.

Bucky, Steve and (Y/N) all made an agreement that they’ll never call the other if they’re out on a mission and that the person or persons is out on the mission will call when they’re available. Unless it’s an emergency.

“Buck, there’s been a blackout in the tower.” She informs her lover, keeping her voice to an all time low. “And it’s been longer than two minutes, we’re nearly at five.”

The man freezes up himself at his girlfriend’s words and turns to look over at Steve who’s hiding himself as they approach a base.

“(Y/N), are you safe?” He asks, gesturing his head to Steve for them to head back away from the base.

He hears her take a few deep breaths, trying to keep it under control.

“I’m locked in my ensuite. I don’t know what’s going on and I’m scared.” The girl explains, standing upright, leaning against the sink counter that sits directly opposite her door, staring at the solid material as if it’s a threat.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks as the pair reconnect. Bucky doesn’t respond, continues walking away from the place they were trying to infiltrate until they’re back at their car.

The blond gets in the vehicle in the passenger seat and Bucky links the phone up to the speaker.

“Is Tony in the tower, doll?” He asks.

“What’s going on?” Steve repeats.

“Blackout in the tower, going on five minutes. She’s locked herself in her ensuite.”

Cap’s eyes widen and he switches his gaze from Bucky to the phone.

“Tony should be here but I haven’t heard anything from him.” (Y/N) answers the man’s question.

The men aren’t stupid. They can hear the panic lacing her voice and how it’s getting progressively worse.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, okay?” The blond begins, voice serious yet caring and loving. The tone of voice that (Y/N) refers to as her safe place. “You listening to me?”

She nods to herself but knows she needs to communicate with her lovers.

“Yeah.”

“Close your eyes for me, (Y/N). Focus on my voice and imagine I’m in front of you, yeah? Listen to mine and Bucky’s breathing. In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four, in, two, three, four, out, two, three, four. That’s my girl, keeping doing that for me.” Steve’s voice is so calming, it keeps the woman grounded.

Once they recognise her calmer breaths, Bucky speaks up again.

“Are the lights still out, doll?”

“Yeah.” She whispers.

“Steve and I are on our way back now, alright? We were only an hour out but I’m sure I can cut it to thirty minutes - you can scold me once I’m home and I’ve got you in my arms again.” The brunet lightly chuckles at his own words, prompting her to smile.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Barnes.” She manages to breathe out, voice still sounding strained.

“You keep yourself safe in your bathroom, sweetheart, and we’ll be back with you in no time. I’m sure Tony’s just-“

He’s cut off by the loud bang that shatters the door to her bathroom, followed by her scream. The scream that’s laced with so much fear.

“(Y/N)!” Both the soldiers yell, eyes wide. “No, no, no, no, no, no!” Bucky adds, putting his foot down without giving a damn about the consequences.

Steve knows he can’t say anything to calm his brunet lover at this point as he too is absolutely petrified.

“(Y/N)! TALK TO ME!” He yells, slamming his fist down on the dash but keeps his eyes on the call that’s still going.

“Captain Rogers, huh?” A masculine voice speaks down the line, Bucky coming to a sudden halt and staring at the device like it’s his biggest fear.

“Buck?” The blond whispers.

“Soldier.” The voice on the phone adds, his smirk can be heard in his voice.

“Don’t- Don’t touch her.” Bucky chokes on his words.

A small laugh comes from the man.

“Buck, who is it?” Steve quizzes, eyebrows furrowed.

“Captain Rogers, we’ve been acquainted before. You may remember me from when I nearly killed you in New York because I told you about your dearest Bucky.” The man spits, Cap’s eyes widening in realisation.

“No…” He whispers.

“You can keep the useless Soldier but I want this asset back. Her feminine strength is something I will never find in anyone else. I appreciate you taking care of her in the meantime.”

Nothing more can be said before the call ends.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Bucky growls, putting his foot down once more. “I’LL KILL THEM ALL!”

He thought he’d heard the last of him. The last of them.

HYDRA.

///

“FRIDAY, call everyone to the lounge, now.” Tony’s voice demands as he enters the common space.

“Of course, sir.” The AI responds, and within two minutes, the room was crowded.

“First off, is everyone alright? Is anyone injured?”

Everyone shakes their head.

“We’re all fine, Tony, but what happened?” Nat asks, taking a seat on the sofa.

“Still trying to work that one out.” The billionaire sighs. “That lasted twenty-five minutes so I can only imagine someone has spent years trying to work out how to get into my systems, how to stop back-up reinforcements, everything.”

They all hear the elevator dinging and acknowledge the two men entering the room, but not the expressions on their faces.

“No-one’s hurt and that’s all that matters. I’ll find out why-“ The man’s cut off by being slammed into the wall behind him, gasping as he looks up and meets the intense blue stare of Bucky.

“No-one got hurt? No-one got hurt?! THEN DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY I HEARD MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND’S ROOM BE BROKEN INTO AND HER SCREAM AS SHE WAS TAKEN FROM THE SAFETY OF HER DAMNED ROOM IN THIS TOWER BY BROCK FUCKING RUMLOW?!” The brunet roars, Tony’s face suddenly dropping and not caring about the man assaulting him.

No. Not her. There’s no way HYDRA got into his building and got her, right?

“Bucky, calm down-“ Nat attempts, but Steve’s arm holds her back, knowing his lover needs this temporary release.

“Tony,” The blond begins. “HYDRA broke in here and took her. We have no idea where they’ve taken her but he confirmed that he needed her feminine strength for something that he won’t find in anyone else. I want everyone researching.”

Bucky’s chest is still heaving as he glares daggers into the man’s eyes.

“We’ll find her.” Tony states, trying to calm his own fear, but the thought of the woman he sees as his little sister being taken by the hands of the bastards who tormented her for years makes his blood run cold. “I can’t lose her.”

The sincerity and fear lacing Iron Man’s voice makes Bucky loosen his press on him. Buck knows how much (Y/N) means to the Tony, probably just as much as she does Steve and Buck, just platonically.

“I can’t either.” He mutters, pulling back off the man completely and throwing himself down on the sofa.

“Any idea on where she could be, Barnes?” Nat asks, standing with her arms folded.

He pauses, trying to gather his thoughts which is easier said than done when all he can think of is the scream that came from her throat as those bastards dared lay their hands on her.

“Soviet Union. That’s where they kept us. If they want her back for testing, that’ll be the best place. (Y/N) and I were ruthless when we were under their control and so they specifically made the building to withhold us.”

Tony nods and begins making orders.

“Banner and I will try find them and get into their systems, see if we can find anything. Romanoff, you, Wilson and Rogers make a plan for us to get in and get her out. Barnes, keep your head straight and go and find Legolas and Little Witch.”

Everyone nods but Steve grabs Bucky’s shoulders and turns his body so they’re facing one another.

“We’ll get her back, Buck. I can’t lose either of you, okay? So keep calm. We’ll make them pay but don’t let me lose both of you.” The blond begs, looking into the gorgeous blue eyes of his boyfriend.

The brunet nods and wraps his arms around Steve.

“She can’t go back there, Steve. I know how her mind works, it’s her biggest fear. She said she’d rather die than go back there and I know she wasn’t lying.” Buck whimpers, trembling in the Captain’s arms.

Steve clenches his eyes shut and holds the man tightly against him.

“I know, babe. I know.” He murmurs, not caring about the petname he uses in front of the others. “We’re gonna get her back, okay? Our girl is so strong, she’s going to be okay.”

But the blond doesn’t believe his own words. He’s meant to be Captain America. The hero. The saviour. The protector, and yet he couldn’t protect his best girl.

“Go and get Clint and Wanda and I’ll work here and getting tracks on her, alright?”

Bucky nods, pulling back and taking a few deep breaths.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

///

The woman stirs from her slumber and glances around at her surroundings, eyes widening and fear setting in as she recognises them all-too-well.

“No,” She whispers, taking in every last detail and how it’s barely changed a bit. “No, no, no, no, no.”

“Ah, the Deity awakes.” A voice comments, (Y/N)’s entire body tensing up, praying with every last bit of hope inside of her that this is all just a horrible nightmare, but she knows it’s not. She knows. “Nothing to say now that you’re back in your home?”

Her eyes meet his and every last bit of strength she’s been building over the last six years with her lovers and ten years with The Avengers has dissipated.

“Where is he?” Her voice is so feeble, scared to speak at all.

“The Soldier? Not here. Not interested in him anymore - least of our worries. Can’t do anything when he’s got Captain Hero at his side, I don’t have a death wish. Rogers has talked the asset out of The Winter Soldier once, rendering him useless.” The man explains, (Y/N) gulping as she tries to cling onto that smallest amount of hope. It’s short-lived nonetheless.

She knows Bucky and she knows Steve, they’ll both come in here, guns blazing, to get her out. Hopefully Steve can talk Bucky out of coming in here.

“You, however, you have so many more purposes left. Women are weak-hearted but you, I’m not done with you yet, asset. You’re going to be our Deity once again. And you know what your first mission will be?” He asks, leaning over so he’s almost nose-to-nose with her. “To kill all of SHIELD.”

The strength (Y/N) uses to keep her tears at bay is exhausting, but she refuses to show fear in front of this man. She will die before he gets the satisfaction of seeing her fear.

Unamused with her lack of response, the man raises his hand and sends it flying toward her face, the slap echoing across the room along with her gasp. Following prompt, he wraps his hand around her throat.

“I expect you to respond to me, have I made myself clear?” He threatens, but she keeps her stoic expression.

“Go fuck yourself.”

And then endless torture began.

///

“You still haven’t slept?” Wanda’s voice calls through the meeting room. She sighs when she receives no response. “Steve, it’s been almost three days, you need to sleep. Does Bucky know you’re not sleeping?”

“He doesn’t need another load of worry on him.” The blond responds, not taking his eyes off of the research in front of him, trying to track down where his girl is.

“You think any of us do, Steve? The last thing we need is you passing out because of exhaustion.” The woman tries to rationalise, but she again receives no response.

Shaking her head, she heads out and into the elevator, up to the floor that barely anyone ever goes to. She wants to feel guilty but she knows this is for the best. The knock on the door is quiet but she repeats it louder, knowing she needs to wake up the person on the other side.

“Wanda?” Bucky’s tired voice quizzes, wiping his eyes. “What’s up?- Is there any other news?!”

She shakes her head with an apologetic smile.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m here because I need your help. I hate to add more worry to your plate but Steve’s been lying to you. He hasn’t slept since (Y/N) went missing, Buck. He’s in the room now still researching. I know he’s scared and I know you are too but he’s going to hurt himself and he won’t listen to me.”

The brunet furrows his brows and sighs.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll go and get him.” He answers, Wanda nodding.

Bucky’s eyes are soft as he watches Steve intently read through all the documents that could give any hints, only to find none still. He knocks on the door to avoid scaring him, but he frowns when the blond doesn’t even turn around.

He walks into the room and wraps his arms around the man’s torso from behind, feeling him tense up as he’s been caught.

“I can’t do this without you.” The soldier whispers.

Steve sighs and rests his hands over his lover’s, nodding.

“I just… I can’t bear the thought of her being back in that hell.”

“I can’t either, trust me.” Buck whispers, feeling himself tear up again. “But, please, look after yourself, Stevie. She’d throw a right strop if she knew.”

The pair force a chuckle and nod.

“She’d do that thing where she grabs my face with her tiny hands and stand on her tiptoes to meet my stare, using that voice she uses.” Cap comments, forcing a smile as he reminisces.

“Steve Rogers, how many times do I have to tell you to look after yourself?! How am I meant to look after two super soldiers as well as myself?!” Bucky mimics, also laughing.

Steve turns around and rests his arms on his man’s waist, Bucky narrowing his eyes at the exhaustion evidently showing on Steve’s face.

“Come to bed, Steve.” He mumbles. “Please.”

Swallowing hard, the captain nods.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

Wanda smiles as she watches the scene play out from the door, thankful that they at least have each other in this mess.

It’s about eight AM when a banging on the solders’ door wakes them up.

“You two are so fuckin’ lazy!” Sam’s voice calls through the door, prompting Steve to flop back down on the bed as he recognises his friend’s voice.

“FRIDAY, let Sam in, please.”

“Of course, Captain Rogers.” The AI answers, the door opening prompt.

“We’ve found her.”

The men jolt straight up at their associate’s words, eyes wide.

“Action time. Get dressed.”

The pair are in their uniform in no time and down in the loading bay for the jet.

“I don’t think Barnes should come.” Tony comments.

“Good thing I didn’t ask.” Bucky growls, striding past the metal-suited billionaire.

“Steve,” The playboy sighs, looking at his friend for any signs of persuading the brunet otherwise.

Captain shakes his head and sighs.

“This isn’t just a case of getting our girl back, Tony, this is HYDRA. This is beyond personal.”

“If he gets compromised, I ain’t risking shit to save him, I hope you know that.” The man states, face holding seriousness. Steve nods and gets over to the jet.

The trip is quite quick, generally, but for Bucky and Steve it takes far too long. Too much time has passed since that call. The call of her screaming in fear and pain.

“Cap, plan?” Clint asks as they get the descending notification on the jet.

“Tony can plan this one, I’m not in the right mindset.” Steve responds, sighing.

“I’ll tell you the fuckin’ plan,” Bucky inputs. “We get out there, we kill every fucking bastard working for HYDRA, and we get my girl out. Have I made myself clear?”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.” Tony growls. “Rhodey and I will fly up top, get rid of anyone at the back. Thor go with Banner around the west side. There’s a clear entrance, go through it and keep us updated. Romanoff and Legolas take East. Wilson, I want you on the roof. Maximoff, you stick with Capiscle and Sergeant Reckless over here and go through the front.”

Everyone nods.

“Bruce,” Steve begins, catching the man’s attention. “Could really do with you getting angry for this.”

“Trust me, Cap, the amount of rage I’ve been feeling for these assholes since they took her has only been building.”

Cap smiles and nods before turning to Buck, seeing him heaving as he stares out the window at the base they’re quickly approaching.

“We’ll get her back, Buck.”

“She’s been there three and a half days, Steve.” The brunet whispers. “I promised her when we first arrived at the tower that I’d never let them touch her again.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this, Bucky. This wasn’t on you. She was safe in the tower. This isn’t us, it’s them, and they will pay for taking our girl, alright?” The man states, watching his lover manage a smile.

“Can I break my no-killing rule for this?”

The blond chuckles and nods.

“I’d say so.”

///

“Sir, they’re here.” One of the HYDRA members states, watching Rumlow grin and turn to the woman beside him.

“Deity?”

“Ready to comply.”

Meanwhile, the jet has landed and all of them are running toward the building, beside the three who are flying.

“If you find her, you tell us.” Steve demands, everyone nodding and heading off in their respective directions.

The battle commences immediately, the base surrounded by hundreds of HYDRA agents.

“Roof cleared.” Sam calls first. “Heading in through the door on the roof.”

Thor and Hulk clear their side easy, no shocker to anyone, but it’s Natasha and Clint that face the conflicting issue.

“(Y/N)?” Nat asks, lowering her fists, Clint lowering his bow.

“Who the hell is (Y/N)?” The woman responds, raising her gun and firing.

“SHIT!” Black Widow yells, diving aside along with Clint. “Barnes, Rogers, huge problem.”

“What?!” Bucky responds through the comms.

Natasha actually pauses her words, looking at Clint for help. She daren’t say it. She daren’t be the person to break those words to the men she cares for so dearly.

“We’re not facing (Y/N), we’re facing The Winter Deity.” Hawkeye responds.

Bucky and Steve freeze and the brunet swears his heart stops beating entirely.

“Don’t fucking hurt her.” Cap demands.

“Easier said than fucking done, Cap. Any other bright ideas?!” Nat finally speaks.

“I need to get to her, I can get her out of it.” Bucky states, glancing at Steve who nods, knowing it’s true.

It’s one of the reasons why HYDRA tried splitting them up when they were at the facility together all those years ago.

*** Flashback ***

“Don’t touch her.” Bucky growls at the men, watching their amused expressions take over.

“What’s this? The soldier has feelings?”

Buck can’t respond. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly defending this woman. He’s been with her since he got thrown into this place and he knows she’s been through everything he has. The thought doesn’t sit right with him. He’s been through so much pain and he didn’t care, but the thought of her going through the same pain makes him defensive.

“You can do what you want with me, but don’t touch her.” He repeats.

Rumlow smirks and gestures for his associates to stands down.

“Let’s leave them for a while.”

The second everyone left the room, Bucky turns around to the woman in the chair and strokes her face.

“(Y/N)?” He whispers. “Come on, it’s me, you know me.”

Her eyes show confusion. She’s still strapped to the chair and ready to kill, but she knows this man. How? Who is he?

“It’s Bucky. I need you to come back to me, (Y/N). We’re gonna be alright. You’re gonna be alright.”

She gives up her actions to try and break out of the confinements and stares into the depths of his blue eyes for any idea as to who this man is. Barely acknowledging it himself, the brunet leans down and presses his lips to her own, humming at how perfect it feels.

When he pulls back, her eyes are closed but he can tell she’s still awake.

“(Y/N)?” He questions, voice still quiet. He tucks her hair behind her ears.

Slowly, her eyes open and she smiles.

“Bucky,”

The smile is instantly replicated onto the soldier’s face.

“That’s my girl. Did they hurt you?”

“A little.” (Y/N) shrugs, glancing down at the dried blood that stains her skin from endless injections.

“I’m going to get you out of here, (Y/N).” He states, adamant.

“Not without you,” The woman suddenly pleads, taking hold of the material of shirt that covers his arms and looks at him with desperation. “Please don’t leave me without you.”

“Never.”

*** Flashback End ***

“You two go, I’ll stay here with Wanda.” Sam speaks up, appearing by the trio.

The men nod.

“I’m coming to you, keep her occupied. Try using my name, might work.” The Winter Soldier calls down the comms before running off, Steve close behind.

Nat nods and Clint manages to shoot an arrow that nods the gun from her hands. She growls and screams in frustration, diving toward the duo and throwing punches left, right and centre.

(Y/N) is no novice to fighting, and being in The Winter Deity mode isn’t helping the SHIELD members either.

“Bucky, what name will she respond to when she’s like this?!” Nat calls as she tries to defend herself.

The thought makes Bucky want to throw up, the word tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Deity.”

Steve takes Bucky’s hand in his own and squeezes in reassurance.

“DEITY!” Nat yells, seeing the attention that’s caught by the woman. “REMEMBER BUCKY?!”

That word is literally all it takes for the woman to stop fighting, coming to a complete and utter standstill with wide eyes as she stares at Natasha.

“You have to remember Bucky.” Black Widow repeats, holding her hands up in surrender. “Bucky Barnes, the man who loves you with all his heart. The man who’d defend you to the ends of the Earth. The man who would do anything to protect you. He needs you to come back-“ She stops herself from saying (Y/N).

She also doesn’t risk mentioning Steve, unsure if that will help when she’s in this transfixed state.

“Deity,” A new masculine voice speaks through the speaks in the building.

“NO!” Bucky screams, also hearing it, increasing his pace to a speed he didn’t even know he could reach.

“Kill them all.” The voice adds.

That snaps (Y/N) out of her momentary haze and return her deathly glare on Nat and Clint.

“Shit.” Clint hisses, trying his best not to use his bow and arrows, knowing it could hurt her more than Bucky and Steve would be willing to accept.

The amount of HYDRA soldiers in and around the building is enough to keep the rest of the agents busy in the meantime.

“BARNES!” Nat yells through the comms, continuing to try to defend off the woman she knows as her friend. “God damnit, (Y/N), you need to remember Bucky.”

The word makes (Y/N)’s aggressive stance falter once more. She narrows her eyes.

“Stop saying that.” Her voice is lethal.

She sends her fist toward Natasha’s face and hits it straight on, followed by throwing her body over and wrapping her arms firmly around her neck.

“Die.” (Y/N) hisses, Clint trying to get back up from the hits he had also taken.

“DEITY!”

(Y/N) spins around and stares at the new voice that called her name but her eyes widen at the sight of the man she’s greeted with. The second Nat acknowledges the loosening on her neck, she throws (Y/N) off of her and jumps backwards.

“Deity, look at me.” Bucky tries again, taking a few tentative steps forward toward the woman he loves wholeheartedly, hating the name he’s addressing her with.

What breaks his heart just as much is the scars and bruises that coat the minimal skin she’s showing.

“You need to remember me, doll, it’s me. It’s Bucky.”

The word makes her eyes clench shut as if it pained her to hear it. Steve never saw (Y/N) when she was brainwashed by HYDRA and she was thankful for that, which is why Bucky made him wait round the corner and swear he won’t look until he’s called. The blond nodded, knowing this was for her sake. He stared up at the ceiling as he listened to their conversation.

“Trust me, my love, I would never hurt you. I keep you safe, remember? You shouldn’t be doing this. You’re not The Winter Deity and we are not your mission. You’re (Y/N) (L/N) and we are your family.” The brunet coaxes, watching her eyes flicker with emotion as they remain on his own, barely noticing him taking slow, cautious steps toward her. “I love you, doll. I’m gonna get you out of here, okay? It’s all going to be alright.”

Just when he thinks he’s got her hooked, the speakers shatter their second of tranquility.

“Deity, your mission is Bucky Barnes.” He demands, sounding almost rushed.

“I’ve got this asshole.” Tony calls through the comms.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he watches the emotion disappear instantly and that glazed, evil look wash over once more. Reaching to the back of her uniform, she yanks her dagger out and goes to shove it through the soldier’s torso, but he grabs the blade with his metal hand, stopping it midway.

“Look at me.”

She ignores him, eyes narrowing on his hand on the weapon, trying to get it out of his grasp.

“Deity, look at me!” He demands once more, finally getting her attention.

Without another thought, he wraps his hand around the back of her head.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

And his lips are on hers.

“If I ever end up under HYDRA’s control again, promise me you’ll just kill me.”

He remembers her words all too well, but he also remembers how he managed to talk his way out of not making that promise. He could never make that promise.

Once the man feels her entire body slacken in his arms, he pulls back slowly and scans over her face.

“Come back to me, doll.”

(Y/N)’s eyes remain closed for a few seconds before they open, tears instantly pouring over and her expression holds fear, staring back at Bucky’s. He rests both hands on her face.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes. The woman manages to nod, dropping the dagger in her right hand and slapping her palm over her agape mouth as she cries.

“Bucky,” The girl sobs, diving into his arms.

“Steve!” The brunet quickly calls as he lowers himself to his knees with (Y/N) in his arms.

“(Y/N) is back with us.” Clint says through the comms.

“We’ve got Rumlow on the jet, locked up ready to go.” Rhodey responds.

“We’ll head over now, give these guys fifteen minutes before leaving.” Nat adds, nodding at Steve as her and Clint head on out.

“Building is all clear.” Sam adds.

Steve drops to his knees beside Bucky and looks at the woman who’s clinging on The Winter Soldier for dear life. Sobs wrack her body and she’s trembling like hell.

“Doll, look at me.” Buck tries to soothe, but she shakes her head. “Please, just for a moment.”

After a few seconds, (Y/N) forces her head back away from his chest and looks up, meeting his worried stare before noticing the blond beside him who looks just as worried.

Using one hand to keep hold of Bucky, her other hand returns to covering her mouth.

“You’re safe, sweetheart. I promise you you’re safe now.” Cap speaks up first. He keeps his hands to himself, unsure of how to respond to her.

“They’re gone, (Y/N).” Bucky adds, watching the silent question linger in her eyes. “They’re all absolutely gone.” He confirms. “They’re not gonna touch you ever again, I swear.”

The woman manages to nod, flickering her gaze between her two lovers.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” The brunet murmurs, reaching out for her hand whilst Steve does the same.

A whimper escapes her and she nods, unable to speak.

Bucky lifts her up and glances at Steve.

“You okay?”

The blond nods, forcing a smile as his worried eyes land on his girlfriend.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

///

“How’re you feeling today, (Y/N)?” Bruce asks as he checks her vitals as he has done the last few days. No response, as usual. “Those two are still sat outside like sitting ducks.” He chuckles, hoping to get any form of response out of her, but she remains motionless as she lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The man sighs after running his checks and looks down at her.

“What’re you worried about, (Y/N)?” He asks. “We still love you, you know?”

“You shouldn’t.” (Y/N) whispers, voice slightly strained as they’re the first words she’s spoken in days.

“You can’t punish yourself for this, (Y/N). You know you can’t. Tony feels guilty, you know? He built this tower to protect everyone and he thinks it’s his fault that those assholes managed to get in here and get to you. He hates himself, and I’m not trying to make you feel bad about it, but you have to understand that he doesn’t blame you, nor hold anything against you. He was worried beyond compare, (Y/N). We all were.” Bruce tells her, watching the emotions flicker behind her eyes. “They’re worried about you. Buck especially. He’s scared you’re going to hate him because he didn’t do what you asked him to if it happened again.”

This catches (Y/N)’s attention, head turning to meet his stare.

“I could never hate him.” She whispers.

The brunet forces a smile.

“You don’t need to tell me that. There’s two super soldiers outside this door who are desperate to have their girl back.”

He sees the gulp that hits her throat as she nods.

“Want me to get them?”

“Can I just… Bucky… God, Steve’s gonna- I don’t-“ She trips over her words, tears pooling in her eyes.

“(Y/N), listen to me,” Bruce begins again. “You want Bucky alone first, that’s fine. We all understand. In fact, I imagine Steve will understand the most. Bucky is your get-out-of-jail-free card when it comes to HYDRA. We get it.”

(Y/N) continues to nod her head.

Bruce strides over to the door, opening it and letting himself out before closing it again. Bucky and Steve are instantly up on their feet, as they have done every time Bruce as exited the room.

“She was reluctant to say this because she doesn’t want you to hate her,” The man begins, flickering his gaze between the two men before landing on Steve.

“She needs Bucky first.” The blond breathes, knowing what’s coming.

“I’m glad you chose the word need instead of want, because she wants nothing more than both of you, but she’s scared and we know that Barnes is her HYDRA safe haven.”

Steve nods and takes a deep breath.

“I know. I know. I just- God, is she okay?” His eyes show desperation.

Buck turns around and pulls the man into a tight embrace, his own body trembling.

“I’m sorry.” The brunet whispers, Steve returning the hug.

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind, I understand, I just miss her.”

“She’s getting there, Steve; I actually got answers out of her today. She thinks everyone hates her, as (Y/N) does, but she’s realising. She just needs him to assure her.” Bruce answers the captain’s earlier question.

Steve nods and pulls away from Bucky’s embrace, feeling a peck on his lips.

“I’ll bring her back to us.” Buck promises before heading toward the door, knocking before entering.

His heart wrenches at the sight of his girl, sniffling and whimpering as tears stream down her face, her body bandaged up from the bruises she received.

“(Y/N),” He breathes, striding over and reaching for her hand, watching her head snap around to look at him, eyes wide. “It’s me, doll, it’s me, it’s Bucky.”

It takes her a few moments to come around, quick, heavy exhales pouring from her lungs.

“Bucky,” She whispers. The man forces a smile.

“Yeah, doll, it’s me.”

Reaching up with trembling arms, (Y/N) grasps his shirt and pulls him down toward her, Buck sitting on the edge of her bed at an angle, facing toward her best he can, and pulls her into a tight embrace.

“It’s over, (Y/N). It’s completely over, I promise.” He mumbles into her hair, planting kisses there.

“I hurt Nat.” She mewls, the soldier shaking his head.

“She’s fine, doll. You know her, she can take a beating before she starts to complain. You barely scratched her. You came back to us before that. You know why? Because they don’t control you, (Y/N). You’re stronger than them and you proved it. I’m sorry we weren’t there. Stevie and I hate the fact that we weren’t there to stop them hurting you but we swear, we won’t let them near you again.”

Tilting her head up, her glassy eyes meet her lover’s and they’re instantly drawn to each other, lips connecting.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Buck.” She ends her sentence with a lingering pause.

“What is it?” He asks, knowing she wants to say something more.

“Stevie.” Her voice sounds so tentative, it breaks Bucky’s heart. His girl is the most strong, confident woman he’s ever known and she’s never sounded more scared.

“Wanna see Steve, baby?”

(Y/N) gulps but nods.

“Just Stevie.”

“Just Stevie, doll. No-one else but us three.” Buck confirms. “Let me just go and get him, alright? He missed you so much, (Y/N).”

“Did he see me?” She whispers, meeting her lover’s gaze once more.

Bucky shakes his head.

“I made sure of it.”

The brunet heads over to the door and opens it, seeing Tony and Nat have now joined Steve.

“Steve,” He calls, gesturing his head to the room. The blond’s eyes widen and he’s instantly on his feet. “She needs you.”

The captain walks into the room, Bucky lingering behind, knowing Steve needs his time with her for a moment.

“How is she?” Tony asks the man by the door. He sighs.

“She’ll come round. She’s stronger than all of us combined, mentally.” Bucky states, Tony nodding in agreement.

(Y/N)’s eyes meet Steve’s and she can’t stop tears flowing over once again.

“Stevie,” She whimpers, arms reaching out toward him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” The man breathes, completely taken aback by her childlike actions, but knows that she needs this. She needs to be comforted, to be in a position where she knows she can rely on others to look after he. “You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re safe.” He murmurs, taking her into his arms and holding her as close as he can.

He can feel himself tearing up as he holds her in his arms once again.

“God, baby, I’m so glad you’re safe.’

“I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) cries, allowing herself to be carried like a child by her lover.

“Shh, don’t apologise. Don’t you dare apologise for this. This wasn’t you, it was them, but they’re gone now, okay? They’re gone and they’re never coming near you or Bucky ever again, I swear it.” Steve states, voice wavering as tears spill but he tries to stay strong for her.

“I love you so much, Steve.” She sniffles, Steve turning his head and kissing the side of her own.

“I love you too, (Y/N). So much.”

Bucky comes back in and smiles with sad eyes at the sight of his two partners. (Y/N) opens her eyes, feeling the stare on her, and forcing a smile through her tears at the brunet.

“James,” She whispers, reaching toward him with one arm, Steve keeping her up.

No more words are spoken as the soldier comes over and joins their embrace, all of them knowing that it’ll take time before any of them can be alone again.

Three weeks later, (Y/N) was back in her room but barely left it, often left with one, if not both, but Tony comes in with Bruce one day.

“If it isn’t my favourite trio.” The playboy grins.

“What’s up?” Bucky immediately asks, feeling his girl curl into him as the men enter the room.

“(Y/N), I have a favour to ask.”

The girl glances up at the man with a questioning expression.

“Can I borrow your two super soldiers for thirty minutes to an hour? Bruce will stick around with you, I promise we won’t be far, we’ll be in the conference room on the seventeenth floor, alright?” He requests, sitting down on the edge of the bed besides Bucky’s legs and giving the woman a look of seriousness and promise.

(Y/N)’s body tenses at the request but she knows Tony wouldn’t ask this if it wasn’t important.

“It’s nothing about missions or anything, I swear, princess.”

Normally she’d ask why he can’t just say what he needs to say to them here. Ask why she can’t go with them, but she knows if she should be there, she would be.

“I’m so down to continue watching Friends, (Y/N).�� Bruce grins, making the girl force a small smile.

“Okay.”

Bucky and Steve daren’t give their input, also knowing that Tony wouldn’t do this unless it was important.

“We won’t be long, doll.” The brunet whispers, pressing a kiss to his girl’s head.

“Try not to talk Bruce’s ear off, sweetheart.” Steve jokes, also kissing her head.

The three head on down to the room, nothing being said. They can tense Tony’s stress.

“First of all, I’m sorry to split you from your girl.” He begins.

“It’s fine, just talk.” Steve responds.

“I got footage,” Tony states, watching the mens’ eyes narrow in question. “Of what they did to her.”

That’s when their eyes widen. Bucky zones out completely as he remembers seeing it himself too many times.

“Do you want to see it?”

Steve looks at Bucky awaiting his response. If it was solely up to the captain, he would say yes without thinking twice, but he knows the pain that seeing it caused Bucky in the past.

“Where’s Rumlow?” The Winter Soldier questions, face tense.

“Downstairs.” Tony response, referring to their prison in the basements of the tower.

“I want him.” Bucky growls, the billionaire nodding.

“He’s all yours.”

The brunet finally nods.

“Show me.”

“FRIDAY, play the videos of (Y/N).”

“Of course, sir.” The AI answers, displaying the first clip on screen.

Steve audibly growls at the sight of her strapped to the chair that looked worse than a dentists chair.

“That sick fucking bastard put her back in the same fucking room.” Buck hisses, clenching his fists.

“If you don’t start voluntarily complying, I’m gonna have to get the soldier back in.”

“NO! Don’t hurt him, don’t fucking touch him!”

“Then I suggest you start doing as you’re told.”

The more videos they watch, the more furious and emotional they get.

“Stop.” Bucky demands, seeing Steve’s tears and fury. “Steve,”

The blond turns his head to face him.

“You can try and stop me all you want but I am killing that man. I know I swore I wouldn’t kill again, but I refuse to let him go. I made that mistake once and I refuse to make it again.”

Cap doesn’t respond, but his eyes show that he isn’t going to try and stop him.

“Tony,”

“I ain’t playing no part, but I’m not disagreeing with you. Steve can’t go back to her alone, she’ll ask questions.”

“Then he can wait here.” Buck states, glancing at his lover who nods.

The billionaire leads the soldier to the elevator and down to the floor he’s on, opening the door to the room with the cell in the centre. Bucky storms in without second thought.

“Oh, well look who decided to show their face. Long-time-no-see, Soldier.”

“Why?” Bucky seethes, eyes ablaze.

“Why what? Why did I break into Stark’s tower? Why did I not hurt any of the Avengers? Why did I kidnap your pretty little Deity?”

“Don’t call her that.” The man’s voice is threatening. Rumlow notices that this isn’t an empty warning. He’s not making it out of this alive.

“She cried for you, you know? Wouldn’t stop screaming your name and that… Captain’s. Shame I couldn’t really understand it when she was choking on her own blood.” Brock shrugs, smirking as he watches the soldier’s fist slam on the glass cell walls.

“Why her?! Why not me?!”

“If you used that big brain of yours, Soldier, you’d realise that the mission you and your precious captain were sent on the day I got your girl was all a set up to get you away from her, but you didn’t even bat an eyelid.”

Bucky turns around and grabs a gun off of the table and unlocks the cell door, strolling in and raising the weapon.

“The last thing she said before she became my Deity was nothing but begs for me to kill her.” The criminal grins, but before Bucky can pull the trigger, another gun goes off, straight through the bastard’s head.

The brunet’s eyes widen and turns around, glancing up to see Clint and Nat, Clint with the gun in his hands.

“You’re not a killer, Barnes.”

“Why… What? Why would you-“

Clint shrugs and points down.

“He asked me to do it if you were gonna.”

The soldier looks back down and sees Tony leaning against the wall.

“The words: Bucky Barnes is not a killer, might sound sentimental, but in reality, I am not having your girlfriend, the girl I see as my sister, have a killer as a boyfriend. The Winter Soldier was a murderer, I am not allowing Bucky Barnes to become one as well.” Iron Man states.

“But Clint-“

“I’m already a killer, Barnes.” The archer shrugs. “Besides, any guilt I felt was talked out of me by this one.” He adds, gesturing his head to Natasha. “I don’t feel guilty for killing him. He deserved to die.”

“Go back to your super soldier and super girl, Barnes.” Nat adds, the man nodding.

“Thank you.”

The amount of appreciation and sincerity in the ex-assassin’s words makes the trio understand how much he truly thanks them.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, dashing to his male lover the second he re-enters the room, hands flying up to his face.

Bucky’s hands reach up also, lightly holding onto Steve’s wrists, meeting his gaze and smiling.

“Yeah.”

“Is he…” The blond trails off.

“I didn’t do it.”

Steve furrows his brows.

“Clint…” He whispers, watching his man’s surprised expression. “Tony didn’t want me to become the killer I once was.”

Cap’s arms pull the man in to a right embrace.

“It’s over, Steve.”

“Let’s go to our girl, yeah?”

The knock on the door makes (Y/N) flinch but Bruce’s calming words keep her grounded.

“FRIDAY, who’s at the door?”

“Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers, sir.”

Banner glances at (Y/N) and she smiles, nodding.

“Let them in.”

The woman sits upright and stares at the men with a questioning look, but Bucky simply smiles. Bruce stands up and silently takes his leave, Steve giving him a thankful nod.

“Never again, doll.” The brunet promises, (Y/N) tearing up at his words. “Never again.”

///

“This film is garbage!” Sam whines, throwing his head back and adds a groan onto the end of his sentence for emphasis.

“You’re garbage, Bird Boy!” (Y/N) responds, throwing her empty, plastic bottle at his head, hitting perfectly.

“Ow!” He cries out, grabbing the bottle and instantly throwing it back, Bucky’s metal arm flying out in front of his girl before it can hit her. “Unfair!”

Steve and (Y/N) laugh at the exchange and shake their heads.

“You need yourself some bodyguards as good as mine, Sammy.” The girl’s laughter fills the room and it makes the mens’ hearts swell. Sam tuts.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, what’s the next movie on the list?”

“But I love this!” She emphasises her whiny voice and Sam rolls his eyes.

“I agree with Princess Peach, Scooby-Doo is a fantastic movie!” Tony calls, diving over the sofa and sitting down beside Sam. “Now shut it.”

“Really?!” Falcon exclaims, giving Tony a raised brow.

“Damn straight.” The billionaire grins, (Y/N) leaning her head against Steve’s chest, his back facing the armrest of the sofa, one leg hanging off the edge whilst the other is bent at the knee along the backrest. Her legs are resting atop Bucky’s thighs as he sits regularly on the sofa.

“You okay?” Cap whispers into her ear, arms wrapped her torso.

(Y/N) smiles and leans back into his chest, glancing at Sam and Tony who are bickering, Bruce and Nat who are chatting away across the room, Clint and Rhodey who are having some sort of drinking competition, Wanda and Scott talking about her power, and then the two lovers of her life looking at her with so much love in their eyes.

These people forgave her. They love her and care for her. They protect her and will fight for her. They’re her family when she had no-one but Bucky. They accepted her with open arms. They disregarded HYDRA’s venom inside her. They treat her as an equal. She made herself believe she is an equal.

“I’ve never been happier.”

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Natasha Romanoff Fluff Alphabet - Marvel

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

Your ability to be understanding, honesty and compassion. She sees traits in you that she wishes she had, and being around you slowly helps her to develop those characteristics and she appreciates it more than you could realise.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Natasha isn’t much of a family person and she’s never really thought about starting a family. She’s worried she couldn’t provide a life they would deserve, Natasha also isn’t willing to give up her job anytime soon.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

She likes to lay on her back with you laying next to her, she’ll intertwine her fingers with yours and hold your hand tightly.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

She doesn’t care what it is you two go on a date as long as she gets to be with you. Hearing your voice and the sound of your laugh always makes her day, so as long as she can hear those two sounds then it’s perfect for her. Natasha will typically take you somewhere quiet and serene for a date, like a park or even the beach, it lets her escape the chaotic life she lives and also be with you.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“You are my whole world, my life, my everything. I couldn’t do this without you, Y/N.”

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Natasha is a very aloof person, never allowing anyone to get too close or know too much about her. She knew she was falling in love when she wanted to share everything with you, every single detail of her life. She wasn’t afraid to open up to you anymore.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Natasha is usually gentle. She’d never hurt you, at least not intentionally. She’ll be gentle until the both of you have some privacy where she may become not so gentle.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

Natasha isn’t really into PDA so she doesn’t often hold your hand out in public, but when going on dates or laying in bed together, that’s when she’ll eagerly hold your hand.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

Natasha noticed almost everything about you when she first met you due to her observant nature. She watched your small nervous habit, the way you looked around Avengers tower in complete awe, and the way you smiled. She was immediately curious about the new member of the team/

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Not too much. With encouragement, she’ll happily pull the occasional prank on Clint and Tony, sometimes Steve.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Expertly. She’s a great kisser and she also knows what you like. Natasha will make you weak at the knees and desperate for more of her with just one kiss.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Natasha waited for you to say it first. She’s reserved when it comes to emotions and so naturally she refused to say it first, fearful that you would turn her away and say you don’t feel the same. But the moment the words slipped past your lips, she enclosed your lips with hers, letting you know in a non-verbal way that she felt the same way about you.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

A loud yell echoed through the Avengers tower from the open kitchen, drawing the attention of everyone close enough to hear it. When everyone arrived at the kitchen, they were all extremely surprised by the sight in front of them.

There stood you, Natasha and Tony. Both you and Natasha had cookie dough on your hands and bits of flour all over your clothing. Meanwhile, an angry scowl took over Tony’s expression, from head-to-toe he was cloaked in the white powder. Behind him, you stood on a bench, holding the now empty container.

“Y/N, run!” Natasha and Sam Wilson yelled at the same time. You took off down the hallway with Natasha by your side and Tony hot on your heels. It was one of the rare moments where Natashas playful and joyous side shined through.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

She’s not much of a spoiler. But if there’s an anniversary, birthday or some sort of celebration coming up, she’ll secretly buy you the thing she knows you very badly want to surprise you.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Maroon red. Tony made you a specialised suit that worked well for your abilities. Because of how often she sees you in the maroon suit, she can’t help but think of you when she sees the colour.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

“Beautiful”, “Sweetie”, “Angel”, “Sugar” and “Dearest”.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Natasha loves old-style dresses from around the 50’s era and she has a small collection of them too. She’ll wear them every now and then especially to Tony’s parties.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Natasha likes to bake. It’s not something many people know about her, but she quite enjoys the hobby. She picked up a few recipes and learned how to bake during her time undercover and while she’s been travelling. Whenever she gets a free day, Natasha will go to the kitchen and bake until her heart is content. She’s very good at it too, everything always tastes delicious.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Natasha is very withdrawn when it comes to emotions, she won’t willingly open up about them, not at first. She tends to hide her sadness until she trusts you more, then she starts coming to you and she’ll try to talk about it.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

There isn’t one specific thing she likes to talk about, it always changes. She’ll talk about movies, music, TV shows, gossip, books, fashion, and so on. Anything that comes to mind, she’ll talk about.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Two things help her relax; a long workout to exhaust her followed up by a hot bath. Natasha will ask you to join her or at least sit in the bathroom and chat with her while she relaxes. Your company always helps her feel at ease.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Natasha likes to show off her resilience. She’s tough and strong, there isn’t much that frightens Natasha. Her ability to keep on fighting in life is something she’s proud of after everything she’s been through she hasn't give up.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

She proposed after a brutal mission. Natasha’s head leant against your shoulder from where you both sat down heavily against a cool wall of the Quinjet. She had grabbed your had and interlaced her fingers with yours, loosely holding your hand. Soft panting was all that could be heard in the small aircraft as the Avengers regained their breath. Not a single word was spoken, everyone was beyond exhausted from the battle. The silence that filled the air was relaxing enough to slowly soothe members into a slumber.

That was until Natasha broke the silence, “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You responded halfheartedly, too tired to attempt to form more than that.

“Will you marry me?” she asked unexpectedly, drawing the attention of every single person on the jet, “I thought I was going to lose you during the fight and that scared me. It made me realise that I can never live without you, I want to be with you, no, I need to be with you for the rest of my life. So, will you… will you marry me?”

“Yes,” the word had barely left your mouth before your lips collided with hers in a love-filled kiss. The cheering, clapping and congratulations from the team filled the air, startling both you and Natasha from the kiss.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons. She loves the strong beat in the music, and the meaning behind the lyrics too.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the sun to my blue sky,” Natasha suddenly stated, breaking the calm silence that had settled. Her hands tugged on yours lightly as she led you around the track in the national park. Her eyes were fixated on the horizon ahead of us with the sun shining brightly in front of a beautiful, blue backdrop.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Natasha would get a Russian Blue cat. Russian Blue’s are very loving towards their owners and enjoy being around them. Natasha would pick a cat because they’re easy to take care of, don’t demand much attention and they’re small.

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Bucky Barnes [A to Z (fluff)]

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A - attractive (what they find attractive)

You’re confidence. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride as he watches you take action and not let anyone get in your way, not even him. You’re not rude or arrogant of course, you just have the power to be okay with yourself so much that you don’t let anyone control you.

B - baby (do they want a family?)

Babies are a sensitive topic with Bucky. Before the war James was a player, not interested in settling down, always looking for adventure, or trouble (which ever came first). And after HYDRA it took him a long time to trust himself. Starting a family with you would be the greatest gift he could ever want but he just doesn’t feel like he deserves it just yet.

C - cuddle (how they cuddle)

Bucky Barnes is universal cuddle master. As long as it involves you wrapped up in his arms he’s all over it. First it’ll start all cute, you snuggled up to his side as he lies on his back, one arm around you shoulder, but through out the night you too will just get closer and closer. Eventually, you both wake up in a human pretzel.

D - dates (what dates with them are like)

James has tried to take you dancing but the clubs nowadays just aren’t his scene anymore which made him kinda sad but the drive-ins always cheer him up. It reminded him of being a kid again, borrowing his dad’s car to only watch 15 minutes of the movie and make out it.

E - everything (you are my...)

Rock, you are his rock. Every time he has a bad day or a mission goes wrong he goes to you. It took him a while to get close to anyone that wasn’t Steve and to have such an intimate relationship with you after everything he’s been through meant a lot. You can’t always bring him back down but you do help.

F - feelings (when they realise that they love you)

James catch really remember the one moment he figured out that he loved you. Over time he had just grow used to this certain feeling. One day he just kinda woke up and was like ‘wow, this is love, I’m in love’. He had realised just as you had walked into your shared room only wearing one of his shirts and your hair a mess. You lazily smiled at him as you flopped back into bed. He couldn’t help but wrap you up in arms.

G - gentle (are they gentle?)

Bucky is just one big cuddly bear. In the morning if you wake up before him, he’ll come up behind you and place his hands on your waist and kiss your neck whispering a sleepy ‘Good morning’. And after a long night at one of Tony’s big parties he happily helps you wash up in the shower, careful to take off all your make-up, and carry you to bed as you mumble about how hot he is.

H - hand/hold (how do they hold you? do they hold hands?)

At the start Buck hated any form of psychical affection, always worried he may accidentally hurt you. For the longest time his metal are was completely off limits, he even hated you just standing on his left side. Eventually, after many attempts, he finally gave in - of course he wasn’t that upset by it anyways. He had gotten tired of avoiding being psychical in public and finally wanted to show that you were his (respectfully, of course).

I - impression (first impression)

You had just been promoted to field agent and you couldn’t have been more happy, if only your colleagues felt the same... For your first mission you had to go undercover with with none-other than the Winter Solider. People who wanted to work with him were little to none so Fury thought it would be interesting to have both of you on the same mission, it was only recon. Many agents were not happy with this but said nothing to Fury, instead taking it out passive-aggressively on you. But you didn’t let it faze you, you knew what your job was and it wasn’t to brood over hurt feelings. He liked that. You even shook his hand when first meeting, he was cautious but still interested by you and your professionalism.

J - joker (do they pull pranks?)

Bucky isn’t a prank master but he can pull a little joke once in a while. But most of the time it’s with you, on Sam. When first introduced to the team you were confused by Sam and Bucky’s relationship, not sure if they were friends or enemies and would always try and convince Bucky not to mess with him. Eventually you saw the light and began secretly plotting with Bucky, painting Sam’s wings a bright pink, shaving his facial hair to replicate Stark’s. Tony was impressed, Sam wasn’t.

K - kisses (how do they kiss?)

His kisses are gentle but passionate. Starting of as a cheeky peck or two on the back of your neck in the morning to wake you up. Then when you finally roll over goes in, holding himself up by his metal arm and gently holding your hair with his flesh hand. You eventually need to stop him so you can get up and get dressed. And he’ll just sit there watching you, not in a creepy way, of course, but in a loving way. As you leave you’ll blow him a kiss and won’t leave until he lazily raises his hand up to mock catch it.

L - little things (what little things they love)

He loves the way you every time you come back from a mission, as you walk in the door you’ll do a little dance, strutting right up to him just to slam a folder on the kitchen island (most likely your mission report). It doesn’t matter if theres no music playing, you make up the music, as well as the dance moves.

M - memory (favourite memory together)

His favourite has to be the morning with you after your first date. It had been an amazing night so you invited him up for one more glass of wine and one thing led to another... The night had been a drunken blur so Bucky woke with a bit of a headache and you were there with an aspirin and a plate of homemade waffles with bacon on the side. He ate slowly, afraid that when he finished you would finally kick him out, but you didn’t, instead spending the rest of that day cozied up together on the coach.

N - nickel (do they spoil?)

Believe it or not being an Avenger doesn’t pay too well (because Stark is chump) but when he can he does. Most restaurants are too fancy for his liking and the people make him feel anxious so he prefers to stay home for a movie marathon then take you too all night diner. It’ll be 2 o’clock in the morning and you’ll both be eating burgers and gushing over how cool the Mad Max movies are.

O - orange (what colour reminds them of you)

Bucky has always loved blue. It reminded him of that time you too had a picnic and as you tried to feed a duckling the mother charged at you and stole all your bread. And that time you suddenly had an urge to paint so you made him drive you all the way to a 24 hour target and only every painted a blue background before giving up because the blue had started to turn a swampy green when you tried to add grass.

P - petnames (what petnames they use)

It’s stereotypical but Jame’s will only ever call you ‘Baby’ or ‘Doll’, sometime ‘Hun’ when he’s feeling extra soft. You, of course, make fun of him because of this because what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t? When in front of a group of people you like to start pinching his cheeks and make baby noises, calling him ‘Huggle Bear’ and ‘Shnookims’. He instantly looses his badboy cool, turning bright red and fighting to remove you.

Q - questions (what are the questions they're always asking?)

He may look late-twenties but he actually an 80-year-old man suffering from Alzheimer’s. For a deadly assassin he is super bad at keep tabs on things. “Doll, where are my keys?” “Did you see where I left my phone?” “Shit, I can’t remember where we parked.” It’s funny until it prevents you from going home so you have to walk 15 blocks in the rain.

R - remember (their favourite memory of each other)

The first time you met Steve, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. He had just gotten back from a mission and he found you in the Avengers Tower, laughing and chatting with his oldest friend. You walked over to him, smiling. He wrapped him arms around you as his heart started to finally stop racing. Looking up he saw Steve give him a quick nod and the thumbs up.

S - sad (how they cheer themselves/others up)

He likes to just rest his hands on your waist, after the kiss just resting his forehead against yours and swaying ever so slightly. Then he’d pull you head to rest on his chest and run his flesh hand through your hair and kiss your crown. But whenever he’s sad he just likes to stay in his room in bed so you bring him breakfast in bed and just cuddle up with him, having his rest his head on your chest.

T - talking (what they love to talk about)

He loves to think back the first time he opened up about the war. He was expecting a sad expression on your face as he detailed stories of taking down nazi bases but he was wrong. You sat there beaming, hooked onto every word. You didn’t look at him like he was a child, you look at him like he was some war hero. And to you he was. Sure, the war wasn’t glamorous but talking to you about it helped him be more comfortable with his past.

U - universe (a metaphor)

“Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is.” - Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur.

Buck isn’t really a poetry kinda guy but this one really did resinate with him. It’s obvious why which is kind of sad but you have to give him props for how far he’s come with accepting who he is and what he’s done.

V - very (thoughts about each other)

He can never put you in a box. You’re not the type of person that he can just label as “nice” because you’re not just “nice”. You’re a little bit of everything.

James is a rough-around-the-edges softy with a heart of gold and a metal arm. He would risk his life for anyone, doesn't matter who. You don’t just love him, you respect him as a hero and a colleague.

W - why (reasons why they love you)

Where do I begin? Maybe how gorgeous you are, how kind you are, you know how to get almost anyone out of a funk, you’re not some damsel in distress always looking for help but you know when to ask for it. Buck could list a million things but you won’t let him because although you love him dearly, you’d much rather eat than have your food go cold as he gives a big ass speech about how much he loves you. You already know he does.

X - xylophone (what's their song?)

Listen to me when I tell you Bucky loves classic rock, he’s a classic guy. But one of his favourite song is Renegade by Styx, especially because the first time he heard it was one morning when you were cleaning and blasting it throughout your apartment. You were just straight up rocking out and letting loose. And he thinks it’s kinda corny but the lyrics do somewhat relate to him.

Y - you (what you are to them)

You are his soulmate. Bucky isn’t too sure about the whole “soulmate” thing but the more time he spends with you the more he starts to believe it. This feeling he has for you isn’t just love, it’s something he can’t really put into words and he some how likes that feeling. He doesn’t want to put a label on you because he knows your more than that.

Z - zebra (what pet they want to have)

For a while Bucky wanted to adopt Rocket, but of course he was having the none of that so instead you opted for a dog. Originally you had visited the rescue centre in hopes for a puppy was Bucky was instant in love with a 5 year old Rottweiler called Muffin. He had been rescued from an underground dog fighting rink and had lost and eye as well as half an ear. Although Muffin at first did not like either of you, but after weeks of tender, love, care and lots of dog treats, he refused to leave Bucky’s side.

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