#is red outfit next to clint and natasha peter?

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Bear || Chapter 2

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3K

TW: swearing, violence, hangover, injury, fainting (more like getting knocked out but ok), implied trauma, vomiting, medical inaccuracies (maybe maybe not), concussion (+ adjoining symptoms)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

A/n so far i have four chapters planned out for this series so i hope you guys like it lol

The next morning when you woke you were grateful for nat making sure you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself. Your splitting headache subsided slightly with the pain medicine and still in your pjs you slipped on your fluffy triceratops slippers and shuffled out into the kitchen. Wanda’s breath caught in her throat when she saw you. You were so cute with your bed head and pj’s with the cutest slippers she had ever seen.

“Ahh theres the party animal.” Tony said slapping you on the back.

“Too loud.” You groaned “need coffee.” After nudging tony away nat pressed a warm mug of coffee into your hands.

“Im not sure how how you like it but its better than nothing.”

You took a sip humming at the taste as your shoulder slumped in satisfaction. “Perfect nat thank you.” You said shuffling over to the table and sitting next to Wanda.

“It’s Clint’s morning to cook so we’re having pancakes. I hope thats ok.” Nat said sitting on your other side.

“Sounds perfect.” You grinned.

“You obviously don’t know Clint very well then.” Nat teased and laughed when she felt a burnt pancake hit her in the back of the head thanks to Clint.

“Shuddup” he huffed and went back to cooking pancakes.

About half an hour later the team was sat munching on the pancakes Wanda had cooked after Clint nearly set the tea towel on fire trying to fan the pancakes which were also on fire.

“Damn these are really good thanks Clint.” You teased and Wanda rolled her eyes zapping you with a small flick of red magic. You burst out laughing and nearly choked on the pancakes but nat started smacking your back hard enough that you stopped. She handed you some water and you shot her a grateful look as you took small sips.

You were about to make another comment when Jarvis piped up.

“Ms Maximoff, Ms Romanoff and Ms L/n director fury is requesting your presence in the meeting room.” Jarvis said and you groaned in sync with Wanda as nat stood up.

“Duty calls.” Nat winked and dragged you and Wanda out of the kitchen.

It was a simple mission really. Nothing you hadn’t done before with tony before … well … before everything. So far nobody had seemed to question your ability to fight like a pro or the way you naturally seemed to have all the experience to match some of the older team members like Natasha or Steve even. But they had just assumed tony had trained you or more likely paid someone else to train you. They could not have been more wrong. But you preferred it that way.

You threw a few things in a bag before stripping down and changing into your new suit tony had designed. By spinning your ring on your left pointer finger left then right then left again the suit appeared starting at your finger tips and then melded over the rest of your body. It was red and black. Kind of like peters suit but the mask was a skull mask. You weren’t ready for the world to know who you were and you had valid reasons for it. Throwing a few knives onto your belt and a gun on your waist you stepped onto the jet a few minutes before Wanda. Wanda did a double take at your outfit. She had to admit you looked pretty badass. Black combat boots, your mask, your suit and an old tactical jacket with the logo ripped off the sleeve and chest made you look awesome.

As you stepped off the jet you walked up to Wanda deciding to take a chance and get some adrenaline running. You whispered in here ear your lips almost touching her neck. “I love the outfit, but I’d love it more on the floor of my room later tonight.” With that you went on your tiptoes and kissed her cheek. Wanda flushed, the two of you had been flirting for a while but nothing so outright as of yet. Until now. Wanda couldn’t wait until the mission was over. Carefully she tried to retrain her mind trying to focus on the mission.

The mission was going well, good even. Nat had taken the floor above and Wanda the floor below. You were in the middle. Te hydra base was nearly empty on a skeleton crew. Things were going too well and you knew your luck would run out soon. Rounding the corner and walking down a long hallway you stopped and pressed against the wall hearing voices in the room beyond the door.

“Nat” you whispered into the earpiece. “I’ve got company.”

“Ok I’m coming, Wanda meet me at y/n’s location. Do not engage until we get there.”

Your luck however had finally run out as the door opened and the men saw you.

“Shit” you swore and pulled out your gun. Dodging the bullets and taking out the guards was second nature although you were a bit rusty. Once most of the men had fallen or run you entered the room cautiously. When suddenly a guard appeared from nowhere and punched you in the face. Your mask cracked and fell to the floor. Your cheek bled from where it had cut you. Quickly you took the man down. After taking a minute to breathe you heard a slow clap. Your body stilled, swivelling on your heals you pulled you gun on the man and froze. It was him. The man who had haunted every night terror you had since you escaped. Your blood ran cold. Ice stilled in your veins and you were afraid your heart would stop beating. Hell it felt like it had. Your breathing stuttered and you didn’t register Wanda and Natasha arriving still frozen in place.

“Guards.” The man said and before any of you could react a burly man threw you into the wall. Your head collided with a sickening crack and you fell slumped on the floor, back still against the wall, out cold. “Y/N!” Nat yelled and ran over to you while Wanda jumped into action and fought off the two men who escaped.

Nat held you close to her in her lap and check you over. She knew you would have a nasty concussion and a hell of a headache when you woke up. But what concerned her most was that you froze. She had never seen you so afraid before. And it puzzled her why this seemingly random hydra scientist had such an impact on you.

“Wanda can you cover us?” Nat said into coms “we need to get her out of here she’s out cold.” Nat said and Wanda agreed.

Careful not to jostle your head nat scooped you up and carried you bridal style in her arms out the room. Carefully she jogged slowly making sure the action wasn’t moving your head too much until you could be properly assessed by Bruce back at the compound. Wanda stayed close behind making sure to cover the three of you and taking out any of the guards along the way. Nat had actually just gotten what they came for moments before you ran into trouble so at least the mission was a success in some senses.

When the three of you finally reached the jet Wanda carefully took you from Nat’s arms who gave a tight nod before going to pilot the jet. She would be back once they were up in the sky and she could put Jarvis in control.

Wanda laid you down on the floor with your head in her lap. The jet didn’t really have anywhere else for you to lie down so the floor was the best option. She carefully stroked the hair from your eyes and inspected the cut on your cheek. It wasn’t deep but it was bleeding. Reaching for the first aid kit without standing up she used her magic to bring it over. Carefully she cleaned the cut with some anti sceptic before putting on a plaster to keep it clean. And because you wouldn’t know any better she pressed a small kiss to the bandaid and stared lovingly down at you. Sure she was worried you hadn’t woken up yet but you looked so peaceful lying there. Carefully she checked your pulse and was glad to feel it strong adjacent her finger tips. She hummed and went back to running her hands through your hair. She paused momentarily as your eyes fluttered but stayed shut. Carefully you opened them winced and then closed them again.

“Don’t stop” you murmured and Wanda smiled softly before running her hands through your locks again. “‘S too bright” you mumbled and used your arm to cover your face. Wanda carefully pulled your arm away.

“No none of that. You need to be carefully y/n/n you probably have a nasty concussion and we need to get you to Bruce before you start touching your head.” She said and pulled you closer to her front as you were now fully curled up in her lap. Tears pricked your eyes as the headache hit you in full swing.

“Aww bubs come here.” She said hating to see you in pain. she pulled you closer again and you hummed into her stomach as she still was carefully stabilising your head. Wanda giggled slightly at the vibrations on her skin and hummed in content. Soon after Natasha returned and sat beside Wanda.

“You two look comfy.” She smiled.

“Shhh too loud.” You whimpered and both girls hearts broke for you. Nat hadn’t been speaking loud at all you simply had one of the worst headaches you had ever felt in your life. You buried your face into Wanda’s stomach again and missed the concerned looks the girls exchanged before looking back at you. They smiled slightly at the soft snores they heard coming from you a few moments later.

“Should we wake her up?” Wanda asked concerned

“No she probably needs all the rest she can get its a long flight home anyway. Also here take this you never know if she’ll need it.” Nat said handing Wanda a plastic sick bag.

“She might be sick?” Wanda asked raising a brow and badly hiding her concern. Nat simply shrugged.

“It can happen with bad concussions so its better to be ready than be covered in it.” She said masking her own worry better than Wanda could.

You slept for a few hours before you felt the plane start to descend. Without opening your eyes you felt yourself being lifted from the floor and the warm tingling of Wanda’s magic surround your head as she carried you inside keeping your head stable with her magic. You turned you face into her chest and she chuckled slightly.

“You sure are cuddly aren’t you.” She said smiling softly and you simply gave a sleepy hum of agreement.

“Come on cuddle bunny lets get you to Bruce baby girl” she said mind running back to the way you had kissed her on the jet before the mission. She wanted more but knew you needed help first. She would ask you to be her girlfriend later your head was more important right now anyways.

Nat’s silent footsteps followed Wanda as the three of you headed towards the med bay, nat had alerted Bruce already that you were coming. They were almost in the clear, nat still had the sick-bag in her hand as you stepping into the lift. However your stomach and head did not like the jolt as the lift began to move and nat noticed your face pale as the nausea peaked.

“Y/n/n? Are you ok?” She said carefully. You shook your head as a spike of pain hit and a slight green tinge took your skin.

“Gimme that.” Wanda said urgently as she used her magic to put the sick bag under your chin. Because she didn’t have any hands free nat quickly went to help Wanda. Guiding the sickbag to your chin and holding it there with her nimble fingers. A second later you threw up into the plastic sick bag and sobbed slightly as it made the pain in your head worse.

“Shhh shh shh” Wanda shushed whispering encouragement and sweet nothings in your ear as you heaved again. Nat frowned at you feeling bad you were sick and she couldn’t help. Nat held the hair from your face as you finished and went limp in Wanda’s arms. Body no longer tense as you stopped throwing up. Nat brushed the hair from your face and e your eyes fluttered they knew you were awake ad hadn’t passed out again, you were simply exhausted.

“Are you done y/n/n? Not got any more?” Nat said carefully

You weakly hummed a no snuggling further into Wanda’s chest. Nat took the bag away deciding to believe you. She wasn’t grossed out she and Wanda had seen much worse. She tied off the bag and as the lift opened the two of them stepped out, you still in Wanda’s arms as nat went to find Bruce and discard of the bag.

Wanda went to set you down on the bed, freezing when you began to whine as she was concerned she had hurt you.

“Y/n?” She said sounding alarmed, if you were sick again she didn’t have anything else to give you. “Whats wrong sweetheart?” She asked carefully.

“Stay” you said in a small voice as you tugged the collar of her shirt. She was pleasantly surprised and sat on the medical bed with you laid on-top of her. A moment later nat and Bruce arrive and nat raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything but Wanda’s cheeks heat regardless. Bruce hurries to your side gently positioning you so he could see your face and he began to feel the back of your head. After hearing you were thrown into a wall he wanted to first check the site to make sure there was no bleeding.

Satisfied there was just a large bump he laid you against Wanda again. Wanda hummed and noticed nat was holding another sick bag, she raised a brow at her and nat mouthed ‘just in case’. Wanda nodded and drew circles on your back and Bruce shone a light in your eyes to check the pupils reaction. After a few more tests and a scan, Bruce determined that you had a bad concussion which made nat scoff as she predicted it from the start.

He said you were free to go back to your room but to stay away from screens, bright lights, loud sounds and to rest for a bit. He then turned to nat and Wanda and told them they would need to monitor you just in case due to the severity of the concussion. Bruce said that if you got worse or they grew concerned to check in with him and if needed bring you back to a reevaluation. He rattled off a short but concerning list of possible symptoms to expect but reiterated concussions were different case by case. He handed nat a couple more sick bags before discharging you with some pain medicine. Wanda sighed as she realised you still weren’t going to let go. She stood with you in her arms still. Its not that she didn’t want to spend time with you but she did simply want a shower. This time the lift didn’t seem to set you off but nat was ready regardless. As Wanda walked into the room you were glad you had put your drawings of her and nat away before you left. Your sketchbook was on the bedside table along with your pencil-case of essential supplies. You clung to Wanda who sat on your bed.

“You take a shower I’ll take the first shift.” Nat said peeling you out of Wanda’s arms and taking her place on the bed.

You nuzzled into her still only half understanding what was going on.

“Thank you i wont be long.” Wanda said shooting nat a grateful look as she headed for the door.

“Take as long as you need we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.” She said jabbing a thumb at you while you began to snore softly in her arms. Wanda held back her desire to coo at your cute form, instead she settled for a shower and slipped out the door.

You barely remember nat feeding you the pain medicine but you do remember it tasted like burnt cardboard and paint. As an artsiest you had eaten your fair share of paint, accidentally of course. Painting before lunch and then it getting in your food. Only small amounts though nothing harmful.

Wanda returned a while later and swapped spots with nat who carefully handed you to her and by some small miracle you stayed asleep. Wanda prayed you would stay that way until nat returned from her shower, she knew how to care for people and despite being experienced she felt out of her depth with you, she didn’t want to make a mistake and hurt you in anyway. But she knew she wouldn’t.

MASTERLIST

[violetfaust]

I think Marvel is morally obliged to make this musical now.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Hi! Just read ur Emily Dickinson X Reader fic, Jealousy. It was AMAZING!! Could u write a Kate Bishop X Reader smut fic? R and Kate are at a Tony Stark party (they r new avengers). R has had a crush on Kate since they met. Maybe R does something to make Kate jealous? (I'm thinking Kate could be Dom and R is Sub). idk, u can go where u want with this. Ur writing is brilliant! Byeeee

Stark Party

a/n: Hi! First off, thank you so much! Second, sorry this took a bit, been super busy this week but I loved this idea! I hope you all enjoy this one too!

Word Count: 3320

Concept: You and Kate are best friends. You go to a Stark party together and end up making some decisions that come back to bite you later...(literally).

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral, fingering, strap-on, some minor dom/sub stuff. NOT proofread

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It’s been about 3 months since Natasha scooped you up and around the same time, Clint found Kate. The two of you are both new Avengers and the youngest ones on the team, aside from Peter and Yelena. Tony’s Avengers compound is HUGE, there’s an insane amount of rooms but he chose to put you, Kate and the rest of the younger Avengers in one wing. He mumbled something about it having to do with how loud you all are. Because of this, your room was right next to Kate’s. Being in a new environment with new people can be intimidating but it’s definitely helpful when there's another person there going through the exact same thing. Because of this, you and Kate naturally became great friends in no time at all. You are a former black widow that Natasha and Yelena rescued from the Red Room and naturally, you had a bit of PTSD from that. Kate lost her whole family when Clint found her and she also struggled to transition to living at the Avengers compound. Luckily, the two of you had each other.

“Hey y/n!” You hear Kate say as she enters the kitchen where you’re eating your breakfast.

“Hey, what’re you up to today?”

“Ohh not too much, probably going to eat some breakfast then kick Yelena’s ass in some hand to hand.” She says in an overly confident tone.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Yelena says entering the room.

Before Kate had a chance to make up another sentence you chime in with, “Oh Kate was just saying she was going to kick your ass today in the ring.”

“Is this true?” She says with a super serious look on her face.

The three of you just pause as you watch the two of them have a staring contest and before you know it they both burst out in laughter.

Yelena was always super serious and Kate was almost always energetic, the two of them together were probably one of the funniest duos you’ve ever seen.

“So, is this showdown really happening? Because if so, I would like a front-row seat and a big bag of popcorn.”

“Well, as much as I would love to have the chance to kick your butt again Kate, I can’t. I have plans with Nat to go out looking for an outfit for tonight.”

“2 things, 1, I take this as a forfeit therefore, I win the match, 2, what’s tonight?” Kate says.

“Stark is having a party as a welcome home for Sam and Cap from their mission taking down a rogue Hydra base. You didn’t hear about this?” Yelena says.

“Umm no. Y/n did you know about this?”

“Uhhh yeah, I think I heard Peter mention it once or twice.”

“Well shit! We need to get outfits! Omg, I have the perfect thing. Crap. It’s back at my old apartment downtown. I’ll have to run out there for the day and I’ll be back in time for the party. Shoot. I got to leave like now! I’ll see you guys tonight!! Send me the details!” Kate says running out of the room.

You and Yelena look at each other and chuckle. Kate had all sorts of golden retriever energy. She gets so excited and will quite literally run when that happens.

“So, do you have an outfit for tonight?” Yelena asks.

“Ah, I’m sure I’ll be able to throw something on from my closet.”

“Well, there is an open invitation to come shopping with Nat and me if you’d like, we leave in 30 minutes.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll have to pass as I skipped my workout yesterday and have some ice cream to work off.” You say with a chuckle.

– Fast Forward To The Party –

You found a black dress in your closet that was fairly tight-fitting but you knew you would look great in it. You threw on some heels, did your hair and some light makeup and were on your way. You showed up to the party a little earlier than anticipated, you hated being late to things, it stressed you out and being on time just never felt like enough. Natasha was already there manning the bar and there were a few of the other employees walking around. Steve of course was helping do literally anything he could do, whether it was setting up tables, chairs or serving drinks.

“Hey beautiful, can I get you a drink?” The redhead says from the bar.

You blushed even though you knew Natasha was playing around with you. Besides, she was more like a big sister/role model to you. You never saw her the way Steve and Bruce did. However, her sister, that was a different story. Yelena is one of the most amazing people you’ve ever met. She’s gorgeous and kind and gentle but could also kick your ass. Funny. You must have a thing for chicks that are beautiful but could kill you if they wanted to because you have been having an internal conflict for the last couple of months over her and Kate. Kate is just as wonderful. She is much more energetic and full of joy compared to Yelena but she has one of the biggest hearts you’ve ever seen and when she’s in the purple archery suit…oh god, she just looks amazing.

You chuckle as you look up at Natasha. “Hey Nat, uh yeah actually could I get an old fashion please?”

“Coming right up!” She says with a smile, “so, you’re here early tonight.”

“Uhh yeah. It’s kind of like this thing that I do, I can’t really be late to things, it’s just not my style.”

“Ah, I see. I can respect that. Anyone you are looking for?” She asks as she sees you scanning the room.

“What? Oh no, no. Just here by myself.”

As soon as you say that you see Kate walk through the door. She is wearing an all-black suit with a skinny tie and her hair done. Fuck. You were falling for her and falling hard. You’re best friends though, you probably shouldn’t mess that up. But did she ever look hot in that suit, your jaw was practically on the floor drooling.

“y/n? y/n? Y/N!” You hear.

“Wha-what OH! Sorry! I didn’t mean to um-”

“Uh-huh, sure. Are you sure you aren’t looking for someone in particular? Maybe someone who just walked in?” She says as she clearly can tell you were pining over your best friend. “Here,” Nat says handing your drink, plus one more. “Bring this to her.”

You give Nat a smile and mouth thank you to her as she shoots you a wink.

“Kate! Hey!” She turns around and looks at you, her eyes widen and she freezes in place for a second.

“Wow, Kate, I must say. You look extremely hot.” You say.

She starts to blush a little as she realizes you're complimenting her meanwhile you look just as amazing. She decides to go with a more confident approach to the conversation which you must say, was definitely working for you. She is usually the more eager type but as she is presenting herself to be more confident…it was…sexy. Especially in the suit. For the next hour or so you two talked with a fair amount of banter back and forth alongside some pretty heavy flirting. Kate was acting like she already had you and boy was it working. You were fairly certain she could tell but then her confidence wavered. Her whole mood dropped when she glanced over your shoulder and saw Yelena walk through the door. Kate wasn’t dumb, she knew that you were clearly unsure about who you liked more, her or Yelena. As you see her facial expression changed, you turn around and see her, standing there. Yelena had just walked through the door in the most gorgeous turquoise dress that you didn’t think you’d ever see her wear. She isn’t really the “girly” type and this was for sure not her vibe but boy was she killing it. You immediately walked over to her totally forgetting your conversation with Kate, this wasn’t on purpose you just got excited. Kate followed behind you closely.

“Wow. Y/n. You look…hot.” She says in her thick Russian accent.

Your cheeks turn red and Kate notices, she starts to get frustrated…even a little mad. The three of you talk for a bit and during that time you have many drinks. You and Kate have decent alcohol tolerance but Yelena’s was definitely much better and could out drink you any day. The three of you had some great talks and both of them were being extremely flirty with you all night but you’d have to say that it was more so Kate than Yelena. For some reason though, you were making eyes at Yelena the whole time even though you felt more towards Kate. The whole situation was extremely confusing, especially because you were drunk.

At this point, Kate was definitely drunk and she was 100% giving you fuck me eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by this but just to be sure you moved your hand to her thigh as you sat next to her in the booth. At first, she jumped at your touch but then realized exactly what you were doing. Yelena started talking to you and you pulled your hand off Kate, she was not happy about that. She didn’t like the way that Yelena took your attention away from her, she wanted you all to herself and she was definitely going to make sure you knew that.

“Looks like we’re out. I’ll go get three more.” Yelena says as she gets up to go over to the bar.

Kate leans towards you and whispers something in your ear. “I know you’re flirting with Yelena to get my attention.”

A small smirk comes across your face because at this point that is exactly what you were doing.

“It’s working.” She says.

Your smile widens.

“Meet me in my room in 10.” She says as she gets up and walks away.

“Hey, where’s Kate going?” Yelena asks as she sits back down.

“Oh, she wasn’t feeling too well, something must be going around because I’m feeling pretty lousy myself, I might have to turn in soon.” You say with a frown, trying your best to sell your lie.

“Ah shoot, that’s no good. Yeah, you definitely want to get some rest then. Want me to walk you back to your room?” Yelena so kindly offers.

“Oh, no, no, I don’t want to bother you. You should still go and have fun for the rest of the night!”

“Okay love, well I hope you feel better soon. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” She says.

“Goodnight Yelena.”

“Goodnight y/n.” A small part of you was upset that you did that to Lena after everything you’ve felt for her but almost all of you craved Kate right now. You needed to know what she had in store. After the way she had been talking to you all night, and the jealousy she clearly showed when you talked to Yelena, you couldn’t help but only want her touch. You took off your heels and practically ran to her room, stopping to take a breath when you got there.

*knock knock*

She opens the door still looking sexy as hell in that suit. Before you even had a chance to speak she grabbed your wrist and pulled you right against her into the most amazing kiss of your life. Your lips crashed into one another after feeling the tension and anticipation build all night, this was a huge relief of that torture. She continues to kiss you as she walks backwards so that the door can be shut and then immediately shoves you against the wall. Pressing her hands into your hips, one comes up to the back of your neck as she runs her fingers through your hair. She breaks the connection between your lips to start a trail of kisses down your neck and takes a little nibble out of the bottom of your ear.

“You’ve been extremely bad tonight. Teasing me by running your hand up my leg and flirting with other women.” She whispers in your ear as she then sucks on your neck leaving a huge mark so that people would know she’s yours.

Your mouth opens and a moan felt like it wanted to escape. Her mouth on your neck was sending shivers down your spine accompanied by her hand pulling on your waist to ensure you were as close to one another as possible. When she’s done leaving marks on your collarbone, she pulls away and brings you over to her bed.

“You know what happens to naughty girls who do what you did tonight love? They get punished.” Kate says as she starts undoing the zipper on the back of your dress. Your black dress drops to your feet as you feel the clasp on your bra be undone which is then thrown to the floor too. She pushes you down onto her bed and climbs on top. As she is kissing down your chest she sucks on one nipple, then takes it between her teeth causing you to moan out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Oh, you like that baby girl?” She whispers, locking eyes with you.

You nod as you stare into her beautiful eyes and one of her hands comes up to cup your cheek. She starts kissing you down your body until she makes it to your panty line. You were squirming, ready to beg for her to touch you where you craved her most. There was a heat growing in your stomach and fuck did you want to feel her inside of you. She started leaving hickies on the inside of your thighs which hurt like hell but felt so good at the same time. Her fingers were playing with the lining on your underwear. All you wanted was for her to rip them off of you but fuck she would not stop playing around. “Kate…please.” You whimpered.

She immediately sits up and comes to where your face is. “What’s that princess? Did you want me to do something?”

You just nod your head after being intimidated by her.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you say anything. What did you want?” She says with a smirk.

“I want to feel you inside me.” You say quietly.

“Okay, princess. If you’re a good girl, there I think I can grant you that wish. Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Kate smirks at you. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Kate slips off your underwear and starts teasing your clip with one finger, drawing painfully slow circles. Although she was teasing you, her touch just felt so amazing anyways, you let out a throaty moan. You could hear her smile when this happened.

She started drawing faster circles and all of a sudden you felt one of her fingers slip inside of you with her tongue replacing where her finger just was. You let out the loudest series of moans. You needed her so badly that the build-up made her touch 10x more powerful and made you 100x more sensitive. You felt like you were about to cum and Kate could tell.

Because she teased you so much, she felt like you deserved to orgasm this time.

“Cum for me princess.” She says as she continues to thrust her fingers in and out of you.

“Fuck I’m close, I think I’m going to–” It feels like everything is rushing to your head as your back arches up with her fingers still inside of you. You slowly lower your body back down as Kate is still pumping in and out of you, only slower to let you ride out your high. When your body is fully down on the bed and relaxed she comes up next to you. “That feel good baby?”

You just nod your head rapidly because you couldn’t get out any words you felt drowned in love and all sorts of other feelings and emotions. “Good. And since I let you cum, you need to be a good girl for me one more time.” You turn and look at Kate with a slightly confused look on your face. She gets up off the bed and pulls down her pants to reveal a big silicone strap that she was wearing underneath, this whole time. Your eyes widen at the thought of taking something that big but you were still so horny, you knew how badly you wanted this. You get up and scooch to the edge of the bed where you start sucking her dick. She loves watching you take her length down your throat. After a few minutes, she pushes you back so you land on the bed again and grabs both of your legs to pull them up in the air. She slowly teases your entrance with her tip. You were very clearly enjoying the feeling of her teasing you with her dick, you looked almost relaxed at the feeling. Then all of a sudden she thrusts her entire length into you, giving you no time at all to adjust she quickly pulls out and thrusts back in again. As she continues to do this, watching you moan out her name she can see you clearly getting close again. Kate spits on her hand and starts stimulating your clit as she fucks you with her dick.

“Oh Kate, please…go faster.” You whimper out.

You didn’t think it would be possible but she picks up the speed and her hips are thrusting into you as you scream her name. Your eyes roll back into your head and your chin lifts up as you let out a loud moan showing you’re reached your climax. As you come down from your high she pulls out of you and shoves herself back into your mouth making you taste yourself.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me princess. I hope this has taught you a lesson though.”

“It has daddy.” You say taking a breath from sucking your juices off her strap.

Kate smirks at you as she pulls away and goes to the bathroom to undress. She comes back in comfortable pj’s/sweats to you lying naked on her bed still calming down after the best sex of your life. She pulls you up and puts one of her T-shirts on you and some sweat pants accompanied by a kiss on the forehead.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.” She says to you.

“Me too.” You say with a smile as you lean in to kiss her.

*Knock knock*

She pulls away from the kiss with a confused look on her face and checks her watch to see that it’s 2am. Kate goes to open the door.

“So, now that you two are done being “sick” can we watch a movie?” Yelena says holding popcorn and candy.

Kate turns around and looks at you as you both turn bright red in the face and try to hold back laughter.

“Ha ha. Like I didn’t know c’mon you two. I practically pushed you two towards one another. Anyways…movie?” She says with a smile.

Kate gestures for her to come in.

“Uhhh, how about in Tony’s theatre room and not somewhere my two best friends just had the loudest sex that both Peter and I heard all of by the way. Isn’t that right Peter?”

Peter peaks his head around the corner, “umm…yes ma’am.”

You and Kate just laugh as you put on some slippers and follow them out the door to the screening room.

– The End –

[xoxoavenger]

Overprotective

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Banner!reader

summary: Peter Parker and Y/N Banner are dating. But, Y/N's overprotective family of Avengers doesn't know, because, well, they would freak.

word count: 6441

warnings: none

masterlist

Y/N technically didn't have a family. Not blood, anyway. They probably left her there, a toddler with hands that could melt metal. They may have died, but that was unlikely, as the toddler had a blanket and a stuffed elephant wrapped around her, catching the fat tears running down her cheeks and into her lap. A pink binky was stuck in her pursed lips.

The recipient of the baby still to this day had no idea why he was chosen. It isn't like he had any family either, so the baby wasn't related to him. And the baby didn't have a family either, so the recipient felt like he needed to take the poor little girl in. Her name was written on a small card of paper, but the man decided he wasn't going to use the last name. They both needed a family, and they would be one.

So, Y/N and Bruce Banner became a family.

She was still young when he was doing experiments, but she helped him through them, helped him stay sane. She went with him to Kolkata when he wanted to help instead of hurt. She went with Bruce when he was recruited to be in the Avengers Initiative, and even though she had powers herself and begged and cried to be apart of the mess, she was left with Jerry, who taught her how to play Galaga and showed her what the sunset looked like when you're high in the air.

Y/N was afraid the whole time that her father, the only family she ever had, was dead.

Aunt Nat had been the first one she had bonded with, and at this point, Natasha was basically her mother. She knew that there had been something between her father and the red head at some point, but she was unsure what happened, and she was too afraid to ask. Aunt Nat had taught her important things that her father couldn't, like how to paint her nails and die her own hair so she didn't have to spend money on it. She taught her which bras to wear on which dates, and what type of makeup to put on for what event. Y/N learned how to braid her own hair in multiple different styles, but also how to wear it down in different styles.

Aunt Nat taught her where to put her knife, and possibly guns, depending on the outfit or dress. She taught her where to hit a person depending on how bad she wanted to hurt them.

The next person she connected with was Tony. Tony gave her the best of everything she needed; computer, phone, clothes. Tony invited her to all the best parties, taught her how to use her looks to her advantage. He had Pepper teach her how to run in heels, how to appear innocent in order to lure the enemy in.

Tony made her heels with weapons built into them, for the tight dresses that couldn't conceal many weapons. He made a nail polish that changed color to detect a drug that had been added to her drink, taught her which drinks she should drink together, and which drinks boys may try to order her to mess her up. He taught her physics when she couldn't sleep, as well as teaching her how the Iron Man suits were designed and built.

Y/N had gradually gotten close to Steve. She didn't quite know when they got close or how it happened, but there was something about Steve. He let her fall asleep on his shoulder during movie night, and he helped her make cookies on the weekends. He taught her how to make the cakes he would make with his mother in the 40s, and she taught him how to make the cakes she found on Pinterest.

Steve taught her how to hold her hands when she punched, which punches would hurt the worst and which ones would knock her opponent to the ground. He taught her how to wrap her knuckles before fights, how to keep her powers under control while she hit the punching bags.

Clint was spent more time with his family than he did at the tower, but the two of them were still close. Clint taught her how to shoot a bow, and the two had nerf gun wars, which annoyed the whole of the tower. No one was safe from their crossfire, especially in the common rooms. This did not exclude, however, personal rooms which they used to hide in and bribed the owner not to tell the other.

Clint taught her how a man - or woman, he didn't care - should treat her, and that if they treated her less than perfect, she should drop them immediately, because there were plenty of other fish in the sea and Y/N is the biggest, so everyone wants her. Clint taught her that she should never settle, that there was always someone more perfect until she found the most perfect, and she would know them when she saw them.

Thor wasn't around much, but when he was, Y/N showed him her new favorite movies and songs. Thor taught her how to play multiple Asgardian instruments. The two of them shared food from their worlds, and Thor even got her drunk on Asgardian mead once, which made Bruce go crazy. Thor had apologized profusely to the family of two, one of them laughing and the other running multiple tests to make sure she didn't have alcohol poisoning.

Thor taught Y/N that true heroes didn't need super powers - even though she had them - to be a hero. Real heroes, heroes like Thor, taught children how to play crazy Asgardian instruments, and gave them alcohol on accident and freaked the hell out at three in the morning when the girl fell off the kitchen counter where they were dancing (she was fine, not even a minor concussion).

Y/N finally had a family when her father joined the Avengers. And as much as the team had taught her and become her family, her father taught her the most important things; her father taught her all the knowledge she gained before she met Tony (that of a first year university student), how to dance and sing at the same time, how to love herself as she was. The two of them worked for weeks on a special material that could contain her heat, so when she got too much adrenaline she didn't set things on fire. Bruce was her first ever family member. He was the first person she ever loved; he taught her what love was.

And all these people were the most overprotective people she had ever met. She had never brought a boy to the tower - well, she tried once. The security system stopped her before she even got to the stairs. In order for a boy to come into the tower, he had to have a full background check and meet at least three of the Avengers. It was a dumb rule, but it was put in place after she tried to sneak the boy in the one time.

That rule made it insanely easy for her to fall for Peter Parker, the newest recruit. They couldn't tell anyone, though, especially not Bruce and Natasha. Natasha, mostly. She wanted kids so bad, and because she couldn't have them, Y/N was the closest thing. She would kill Peter if she knew that the two were together and didn't immediately tell her.

"Today is the day, I can feel it." Peter said into her ear, making Y/N giggle and squirm at the feeling of his breath against her neck. She opened her eyes and noticed it was already bright outside, meaning Natasha was most definitely up.

"Y/N! It's time to train! Rise and shine!" Natasha banged on her door, and Y/N stretched, rolling over in Peter's arms. She grabbed onto him, making him smile. He brushed Y/N's hair out of her face, and then kissed her. "I know you're awake! If you don't get up I'll shoot the door off it's hinges!" Natasha hit the door again, and Y/N groaned.

"Can't we just take one day off!" Y/N yelled back, and Peter rubbed his hands against her back. It felt so good in his arms; she never wanted to leave. Peter obviously didn't want her to leave either, as Y/N could feel him bringing her closer to him.

"No days off! Get your lazy ass out of bed!" Natasha yelled, and Y/N groaned, feeling tears prick her eyes. It was stupid to cry, this was something so small and meaningless, but she never got to spend time with Peter. They were always sneaking around, finding different times when they could sneak a quick kiss or whisper 'I love you's to each other. They tried to spend the night together as much as they could, but Tony needed Peter and Nat or Bruce needed Y/N, which lead to early mornings and Peter sticking to the side of the building in his underwear, one hand stuck to the glass wall and the other holding his clothes as he tried to find which window led to his room.

"I can go later!" Y/N yelled back, moving to bury her head into Peter's neck. He kissed her head, entailing their legs even more.

"Five seconds and the door is coming off!"

"I'm naked!" Peter had to hide his laughter bubbling up, and Y/N kissed him.

"I don't care! Three seconds!" Natasha yelled, and Y/N sighed, kicking her legs and making Peter wince as she hit his.

"Oh my God, I'm coming!" Y/N cried, getting up and grabbing random clothes. She threw the shorts and underwear she saw at Peter, who put them on before hopping out the window and moving.

"Finally." Natasha said when the younger girl opened the door. Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. She was in a terrible mood, her nice morning with Peter being ruined yet again. "Don't give me that attitude, Y/N. You wanted to be apart of this team, now you have to put in the effort." Natasha told her, and Y/N continued to pout.

"Why can't we do this after noon?" Y/N asked, and Natasha looked at what Y/N was wearing.

"You're wearing Peter's shirt." Nat said, and Y/N looked down to see that she was, in fact, wearing Peter's shirt. Another thing Y/N had learned from Natasha was how to lie.

"Yeah, we had a movie night in the common room late last night and I spilled hot chocolate on mine." Not too much information, but still risky, because she wasn't sure if anyone had been in the common room last night. Natasha raised an eyebrow, smirking. Y/N's heart leapt.

"So, our boy Peter was shirtless? While you watched a movie?" Natasha asked, walking into the room to sit on the bed. Y/N's cheeks turned pink, and Natasha raised both eyebrows, and Y/N licked her lips.

"Aren't we supposed to be training?" Y/N asked, moving to her drawers to grab appropriate clothes.

"You know he likes you?" Natasha mentioned, and Y/N froze.

Play dumb.

"Who?"

Okay, that was just idiotic.

"Um, Peter." Natasha's smile could be heard, even though Y/N's back was turned. She grabbed the leggings out of the drawer, and then moved to a higher drawer to grab the matching bra. She turned around and faced Natasha once more, who was smiling like a crazy woman.

"Oh, right." Y/N sighed moving to the bathroom to change. She left the door open, as Natasha liked to talk to her too much to have her close the door and miss those couple seconds.

"I think you like him too." Natasha said, and Y/N thought quickly, scoffing as she pulled off her shirt.

"As if! He's a little too nerdy for me." Y/N said, pulling the sports bra on.

"He's Spider-Man, Y/N. God, you need to be a little less picky." Natasha said, and Y/N shook her head as she smiled.

"He's not my type." Y/N argued, putting the leggings on. She walked out to see Natasha sitting on her bed, perfect as always.

"Oh? Then what is your type? Because apparently, it isn't tall, strong and handsome." Natasha said, and Y/N rolled her eyes. She turned to go to her closet, grabbing a loose t-shirt. She grabbed socks and her training shoes before looking at Natasha.

"Let's go." Y/N smiled, and Natasha just looked at her, not moving.

"Your bedhead looks suspiciously like sex-hair."

"Oh my God." Y/N walked back to her bathroom, running a brush through her hair before tying it up in a pony-tail.

"Now we can go." Natasha said, walking out of the room. Y/N followed, frowning when she saw Tony in a doorway pretty far down the hallway. Y/N realized it was Peter's room, and she tried to keep her facial expression neutral.

"The kid not wanting to wake up?" Natasha asked as they approached Tony. He sighed and shrugged, knocking on the door again.

"Kid, if you don't wake up and open this door in the next two seconds I'm benching you!" Tony yelled, and Natasha and Y/N shared a look. Y/N hoped Peter was about to make it back into his room.

"Hold on! I'm not dressed!"

"Oh, so now you're awake!" Tony yelled back, rolling his eyes at the girls. Peter opened the door, gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt thrown on.

"That is quite the bedhead, Peter." Y/N pointed out. She knew that if she pointed it out, Natasha wouldn't put two and two together as easily, because why would Y/N point out Peter's hair if she had been the cause of it?

"I just came back from patrol, the wind, ya know." Peter said, and Y/N made eyes at him, because the dumbass wore a mask, so his hair wouldn't have gotten mused in the wind. The other two didn't notice, or they didn't say anything, and the four of them made their way to the elevator.

"How was everyone's night?" Tony asked as they waited in the elevator. Y/N jumped in, because if she didn't and Peter spoke first, then their cover would be blown.

"Good. Peter and I had a movie night in the common room." Y/N said, and Tony raised his eyebrows as he put his hand behind his back.

"Really? What time? Your father and I were there pretty late." Tony mentioned. Y/N knew Peter was looking at her, but Y/N couldn't look at him. She was working hard to keep her secrets under wraps, and looking at Peter would make it all fall down.

"It was late. Really late. We couldn't sleep." Peter answered, and the elevator doors opened. The four made their way to the training room.

"Y/N told me she spilled hot chocolate on her shirt and you gave her yours." Natasha said, and Y/N breathed in sharply as she heard Tony whistle.

"And then what happened? Did you make love under the stars?" Tony asked, and Y/N tripped over herself, Peter catching her. The two looked at each other, Peter smiling, and Y/N shook herself.

"Can we ever just train?" Y/N asked as they walked into the training room. She immediately went to the box in the corner of the room where they kept her special tapes, the one she made with her father so she would stop setting things like boxing gloves and bags on fire.

"That would be boring." Natasha remarked, setting herself up.

~

"You told them you spilled coffee on your shirt?" Peter whispered as they sparred each other. Y/N kicked out and brought him to the floor with her, pinning him down.

"It was actually hot chocolate." Y/N mumbled, smirking.

"Creative." Peter mentioned, putting a leg up and flipping them over.

"Can we be done?" Y/N yelled, still underneath Peter. He chuckled, letting her up. Y/N moved to unwrap her hands, back turned to everyone.

"We are not done yet."

"We're not?" Y/N asked, turning toward Tony and Natasha. She turned, and immediately turned back around. Peter had taken off the tank top, which left little to the imagination anyways, and with the shirt off Y/N was reminded of last night (which definitely wasn't in the common room), and then this morning (which was cut short by the workout they were currently at). She took a deep breath. If they weren't done yet, then two could play at the game Peter was pushing.

Y/N took her shirt off, leaving her in the matching sports bra she had put on. She turned back to Peter, who was blatantly checking her out. Her eyes then moved to Natasha, who had a smirk on her face.

"I would like to be able to work out and not see naked minors, thank you. Put your damn clothes back on!" Sam said as he walked into the room.

"We aren't minors." Peter took his shirt and wiped the sweat around his neck and face off.

"I still don't wanna see your naked ass body walking around." Sam told the boy, walking over to the treadmill.

"We're done here anyway." Tony said, and Natasha's eyebrows raised, looking at Tony as if he had just slapped her.

"No we are not-"

"I am not making two half-naked, horny minors-"

"Not minors!"

"Horny?"

"Work out right now. Especially not when one of them has a father who could walk in at any minute!" Tony continued, despite the fact that Y/N and Peter both interrupted him.

"Great, goodbye!" Y/N said as she unwrapped her hands. She ran out, following Peter and forgetting her shirt in the workout room. She ran to their spot, which was Peter's small office/lab he had been given. No one went there unless they needed something, and the windows - unlike the windows in the man lab - were one way, meaning no one could see in.

"Y/N! Why are you going so fast!" Bruce grabbed onto his daughters shoulder, stopping her sprint. Y/N turned, smiling as her father retracted his hand when he realized she was sweaty.

"Gotta take a shower. Love ya, Dad!" Y/N yelled as she began to run down the hallway again.

"That isn't the way to your room!" Bruce yelled after her, and Y/N turned around, jogging backwards.

"Shortcut!" She quickly supplied turning the corner to Peter's lab. She made it to the dark windows, pulling on the door, which didn't budge.

"Peter let me in!" Y/N yelled, leaning against the door. Peter opened it, and Y/N fell forward, into Peter's arms.

"Movie night? Really?" Peter asked, pulling her into the lab and shutting and locking the door.

"Yes, well, my aunt is a world class spy who was trained in the red room, so I couldn't just stall. I had your shirt on when she came in." Y/N said, and Peter shook his head, moving one hand to her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her, and she put her hands on his biceps, still leaning on him. He moved his hands to underneath her butt, and then picked her up. He moved her over to one of his side desks, and wiped everything off of it. Y/N separated from Peter to laugh, and let him set her down on the desk.

"I'd rather cuddle and make up sleep, but this is a close second." Y/N muttered as Peter kissed down her throat. He froze, looking up at her.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Peter asked, and Y/N smiled. They went back to kissing, and Y/N moved a hand to his chest, crossing her ankles around him. Her heart rate increased as Peter moved his lips to under her ear, then down her neck. Y/N sighed, smiling as she held onto Peter's bicep tighter. Her eyes fluttered closed.

"Ow, ow, ow, OW, OW, Y/N!" Peter yelled, pushing her hands away from him. Y/N sat up straight and opened her eyes to see Peter checking his chest and bicep, where two hand shaped burn marks were simmering.

"Oh my God, Peter, I am so sorry." Y/N moved her legs up to her chest, hands clutched close. This had happened before, and Y/N felt terrible every time. She had a hard time controlling her powers when her heart rate escalated like this, when she wasn't focused.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm fine. Doesn't even hurt." Peter assured her, walking closer to her spot on the desk. He grabbed her forearms, prying them away from her body. He ran his hands up her arms, to her hands. He interlocked them, kissing the corner of her face.

"I don't want to hurt you." Y/N whispered, looking up at him. He moved one hand to her face, thumb swiping across her face.

"Did you know that I heal faster than anyone you know? It only hurts for a second." Peter told her, and Y/N looked at the mark on his bicep.

"My dad actually heals faster."

"Fine, I'm a close second." Y/N pointed at the marks as Peter spoke.

"It's still there." She remarked, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Can you just stop?" Peter smiled, kissing her lips. She pulled back, smiles on both their faces. She loves how Peter made her feel secure, loved, like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"I love you." Y/N said, pushing his hair out of his face.

"I-"

"Open up!" Bruce yelled, banging on the door. Y/N and Peter shared a look, blinking at each other for a moment.

"Peter? I need to talk to you!" Bruce yelled, and Y/N didn't waste any time unhooking herself from Peter and hopping over the desk. Peter stared at her for a second, worried she'd hurt herself.

"Answer the door!" Y/N whisper-yelled, and Peter scrambled to the door.

"Mr. Banner, hey!" Peter said, looking at his girlfriend's father. He blinked at Peter, taking in Peter's sex/workout-hair, his shirtless body, and finally, the handprints burned into his skin.

"Why are you shirtless?" Was Bruce's first question, and then he shook his head. "Why are there handprints burned into your skin in the shape of my daughter's hands?" Bruce asked, and Peter blinked.

"We just came from a work out. We sparred a little bit, she burned me, it's fine." Peter covered, and Bruce nodded.

"Right, um, okay. I'll come back later. Maybe after you showered and put on clothes." Bruce turned, and Peter shut the door.

"I am very proud of that lie." Y/N popped out from behind the desk. Peter shook his head, smirking. He made his way to the desk, grabbing Y/N's hands and helping her out and then back on the desk.

"It isn't your lie to be proud of!" Peter hit her arm jokingly, walking to step in between her legs. Y/N wrapped her ankles around his waist.

"Would you like another burn mark?" Y/N asked, hand raised teasingly.

"I think I'm good with the two I didn't order." Peter looked back down at his chest and arm, the marks still red.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Y/N asked, finger tracing the hand print on his chest.

"Could you, I don't know, shut up and just kiss me?" Peter asked, putting a hand on her cheek. He grabbed her other hand, which had been on his chest still, moving his hand to hold her's.

"Could you, I don't know, stop asking stupid questions?" Y/N put her arms around his neck. Their lips connected, the two of them moving closer together.

"Hold on," Peter pulled himself away from her, hands skimming her hips. "Someone's coming and I didn't lock the door." He finished, and Y/N looked around. They were both half naked with no way of covering up, the contents of Peter's desk were on the floor, and the burn marks - despite Peter's attempt to calm Y/N's worries - showed now signs of healing.

"I love you." Y/N said, kissing Peter quickly. He looked at her, unsure of what her plan was as she walked to the door.

"Fine, Peter, but I won that damn - oh, my bad." Y/N yelled as she opened the door to see Steve standing with a broken drone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Steve asked, and Y/N turned to scowl at Peter, who was looking lost. Y/N wasn't sure if that was something he was putting on or if he was really lost. Y/N figured that if Steve noticed the hands on Peter (he most definitely would) and the items discarded on the floor, he would think there was a fight and he wouldn't even mention anything to Bruce and Natasha - and God forbid, Bucky. If the ex-russian spy spent more time around the kids, he would immediately know the two were together. Natasha is, without a doubt, a world-class spy, but she was the one that taught Y/N to lie. By doing this, Natasha had taught her niece how to lie to the world's best spy. Bucky probably knew all the tricks and the way around them in the way that Y/N didn't know how to fix yet.

"No, I was just leaving." Y/N spat, glaring at Peter. She pushed past Steve, who stared at Peter.

"That looks bad." Steve said simply, gesturing to Peter's chest.

"I deserved it."

~

Y/N was reading when she heard the knock on the window. She jumped up, locking the door before she went to open the window.

"What took you so long?" Y/N asked as she kissed Peter before he was even through the window.

"Tony needed me," Peter started, making his way through the window as best as he could as he kissed Y/N at the same time. "And then Clint needed help with his arrows." Peter moved his hands to her thighs to pick her up, which is something he enjoyed doing, due to his super strength. "And then your father wanted to-"

"Oh God, please don't talk about my father while we're making out." Y/N groaned, hands on his face. He smiled sheepishly, leaning in to kiss her again quickly.

"Sorry." He mumbled, and she giggled.

"What did Steve want?" Y/N asked, and Peter rolled his eyes, going back to kissing her.

"Something about his drone, I don't remember." Peter walked around, trying to find a solid wall or something to put her against, but instead he tripped over her bed, sending them both tumbling onto the bed.

"Ow, ow, Peter! Ow!" Y/N cried as Peter fell on top of her. He couldn't get his hands off her thighs quick enough, so his top half fell right on her.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry." Peter said, hands moving by her head to hold himself up.

"It's fine. It's payback, I guess." Y/N giggled. She grabbed his shirt to push up, immediately looking at the faded marks.

"There's the healing factor." Y/N said, tracing the faint handprint.

"You've burned me so many times, Y/N, it's not a big deal." Peter told her, wiping the hair out of face.

"Y/N? Why is your door always locked?" Y/N's door handle jiggled as Natasha pounded on the door.

"Ugh!" Y/N groaned, and Peter dropped his head into her shoulder. "Damn Russian."

"Maybe," Peter kissed her neck, and she relaxed back into the bed. "If we're really quiet," Peter moved to her other shoulder, kissing that side too. "She won't notice we're here."

"I know you're in there!" Natasha screamed.

"I'm sleeping!" Y/N yelled back, trying to bite back the giggle forming as Peter began to kiss her neck.

"If you aren't at the door in thirty seconds I will bust it open!" Natasha yelled. She paused for a moment, and everything was silent. "We're dying our hair today." Natasha added sternly.

"Are you kidding me?" Y/N cried, and Peter pushed her hair out of her face.

"I'll see you tonight." Peter moved to slip back out the window. Y/N straightened her clothes and her hair before moving to the door, opening it.

"So, I was thinking, we should do something crazy this time." Natasha said, hair dye in hand.

"We always say that, and then we get all ready and then we think 'What would Bruce - my father - think?' And the answer is always that he'll kill us." Y/N went into her bathroom, Natasha not far away from her.

"I am not afraid of your father, Y/N."

"I am." Y/N began to look at the boxes. "Bleach, purple, green? Nat, what the hell?" Y/N asked letting Natasha start to set up the bleach.

"Right, so I was thinking I could go with a lighter red, and you could-"

"I'm thinking you go full blonde and I die my hair with red." Y/N picked up the red hair dye.

"I like the way you think."

~

"Hey, Y/N - Y/N?" Steve did a double take as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Steve. Aunt Nat and I are making pasta for team dinner tonight." Y/N smiled, looking to Steve. Her hair moved, shoulder length and blood red.

"Right, and you guys did your hair." Steve stared.

"We did. We also made garlic bread." Natasha said, checking the oven.

"Holy hair." Bucky said as he walked in, also staring at the two girls. Sam walked in after, all three boys now stopped at the door.

"Are you just going to stare, or are you boys going to set the table?" Natasha asked, and the boys nodded and grumbled as they grabbed silverware, placemats, plates and glasses.

"I like the hair, girls." Wanda said as she walked into the room, taking a seat.

"Thank you." The two said in unison.

"Okay, the pasta is ready." Y/N said, turning off the burner. Nat ducked under her to take the garlic bread in the oven.

"Aren't we going to invite Tony and your father?" Steve asked, making Y/N and Natasha share a look.

"They probably wouldn't come anyway." Y/N supplied, moving the pasta to the big bowl sitting on the counter.

"Don't start without - what the fuck did you do?" Tony asked, stopping in the doorway.

"Move out of the - Y/N Banner, please tell me that is a wig." Bruce moved to see the two girls. They looked at each other, two very different expressions.

"It's a wig." Y/N said, wide eyed.

"You let her do this?" Bruce turned to Natasha, who was smiling.

"It was her idea." Nat put the bread on a wooden piece, and the two moved to the table.

"Dinner is served." Y/N smiled, despite her father still fuming.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I," Peter trailed off, eyes locked on Y/N's new hair.

"Just in time, Peter." Y/N smiled, but Peter was still staring. It seemed he did not care that Y/N had just spoken to him, the words gone and floating away.

"I think you broke him." Tony remarked, and Peter finally responded.

"What's," He cleared his throat. "What's for dinner?" Peter was still looking at Y/N, at the way her hair made her eyes pop and left her collarbones on show. A necklace with a small diamond on it, one that Peter had gotten her. He thought he would be upset about the fact that she cut her hair to her shoulders, but he couldn't have been more happy about the haircut.

"Pasta." Y/N smiled, putting a serving spoon in the pasta. Everyone sat down except the youngest two. There were two seats next to each other, and the two sat down.

"Dig in." Y/N said with a smile. Bucky and Sam immediately started a fight about the garlic bread, while Tony dug into the pasta. The rest waited patiently.

"Are you gonna eat?" Peter asked, hand on Y/N's thigh. She had jeans on with a nice top, changed from the clothes she wore with Nat while they died their hair. Y/N turned to look at Peter, who had not taken his eyes off her.

"Chef always eats last." Y/N wanted to kiss him, but she knew that was a bad idea, as her father was sitting right across from them.

"Hey, kid, are you ever gonna actually look at the food to eat it?" Tony asked, and Peter finally looked at the food.

"You made this?" Peter asked as he served Y/N and then himself. She nodded, grabbing her fork.

"Are you alright, Peter?" Bruce looked at Peter concerned, and Y/N tried not to let her eyes widen.

"Maybe his brain can't handle the fact that-"

"This pasta is really good, thank you for making it." Peter cut Sam off, deciding not to look at Y/N. Everyone went back to eating, Y/N and Peter trying not to look at each other.

It was an awkward dinner for the two, but everyone else enjoyed the food the girls with freshly died hair had made.

~

"So, who's picking the movie tonight?" Tony asked as the Avengers cleaned the kitchen up. Y/N was told she couldn't help, so she sat on the counter as everyone else, besides Natasha, cleaned.

"Movie?" Peter asked, heart popping. He just wanted to sneak to Y/N's room and love on her because her hair - her hair! What possessed her to do that? It looked so good. Better than so good. It made Peter's brain stop working, his heart beating too fast, his body going numb. It felt like he had been stabbed - but in a good way.

"Is that a problem?" Natasha asked with a smirk, making Y/N want to smack Peter over the head. Could he be any more obvious?

"No, no, I-I just didn't know we-we were watching one t-tonight." Peter stumbled, and Y/N resisted the urge to face palm, because Natasha definitely was about to figure everything out, which would lead to everyone figuring out.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Steve said, eyeing Peter. He was acting strange; he might as well have just said 'I'm dating Y/N, and her new hair is causing my brain to go haywire.'

"I-It's fine. I just didn't kn-know." Peter quickly went to the lounge.

"What a weird kid." Y/N said, rubbing her lips together.

"It seems like he kinda likes y-"

"Oh he does." Natasha cut Bruce off, and Y/N rubbed her hands against her jeans anxiously.

"That must be upsetting for him, then." Bruce said, and Y/N nodded. Her father obviously had no idea about their relationship, which wasn't the worst thing, but she wasn't ready to tell everyone yet and have them freak out.

"Must be." Y/N shrugged, deciding to hop off the counter. "I'm gonna go help Peter pick out a movie." Y/N left the room, the other superheroes finishing up.

"Strange kids." Bucky muttered under his breath.

"You're real sly, Peter." Y/N muttered, kneeling down next to him in front of the tv.

"You didn't tell me you were gonna fully redo your hair!" Peter defended, crossing his arms.

"Spur of the moment decision." Y/N supplied with a shrug, and Peter shook his head.

"I don't want to be here for a full movie." Peter whined, unfolding himself to lay back dramatically.

"We'll watch Dumbo, then. It's the shortest Disney movie." Y/N grabbed the remote and picked Dumbo, loading it up.

"What would I do without you?" Peter smiled up at her, admiring her new haircut. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Keep it in your pants for another hour, Spider-Man." Y/N smirked.

~

After the movie, Peter followed Y/N to her room, not even caring to go to his room first. As soon as the door shut, Peter's lips were against her's, hands running through her hair.

"God, I didn't know you could get prettier, but then you did." He muttered against her lips. Y/N smiled, letting the blush creep onto her face.

"You made that very clear during dinner." Y/N said, and Peter went back to kissing her without a response. He took his shirt off quickly, and then the two fell onto the bed. Peter put a hand under her shirt as he removed his lips from her's, moving them down her neck.

"Hey, Y/N, you forgot - oh my God!" Tony yelled as he opened the door. Y/N pushed Peter away, and he fell off the bed.

"Tony, please, I-"

"FRIDAY, it's time for the 'No Grandchildren' protocol." Tony said, and Y/N almost shrieked out of mortification.

"Mr. Stark-"

"Does your father know?" Tony asked with a smirk, and Y/N shook her head, mouth open in shock.

"I knew it! Yes!" Natasha yelled from the hallway. Y/N jumped off the bed, pushing past Tony to get into the hallway.

"Knew what?" Steve asked as he walked out of his room.

"Y/N and Peter are dating!" Natasha announced, and Bucky walked out of his room.

"Was that not common knowledge?" He asked, looking at the growing group.

"You knew?" Wanda asked, joining the hallway party.

"I thought everyone knew!" Bucky defended.

"What the hell is going on?" Bruce asked, walking into the hallway as well.

"Your daughter is dating the spider." Sam said, and Y/N almost went for his throat until she realized what had just happened with her father.

"You're dating Peter?"

"You just walked out of Nat's room." Y/N accused, to which he went red.

"I'm the adult here, Y/N."

"I'm an adult too."

"Yes, but you're my daughter. I shouldn't find out you're dating Peter because Tony caught you together." Bruce defended, and Y/N sighed.

"You're right, and I'm sorry." Y/N said before taking a deep breath. "But I shouldn't find out you're with Natasha because you walked out of her room." Everyone's eyes went wide.

"Who I see isn't your business."

"I'm your daughter."

"Okay, everyone to their rooms." Tony said, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she walked back into her room. Peter began to follow her.

"Mr. Parker, you are not allowed access into Y/N's room without permission." FRIDAY said, and Y/N's eyes widened. As if tonight couldn't get any more mortifying.

"Own room, Parker!" Natasha yelled, and Y/N turned to scream into her pillow as everyone went back to their respective rooms.

A couple minutes later, there was banging on the window. Y/N looked up from her 'Pillow of Despair' to see Peter. She smiled, opening the window.

"Thank God you're here, I-"

"Mr. Parker, would you like me to ask a member of a team for permission to be alone in Ms. Banner's room?" FRIDAY asked, and Y/N groaned.

"No, I'm leaving." He mumbled. He stole a kiss from Y/N before he went back out the window.

"Snitch."

[anonymousfiction211]

Loki’s game: 4

The Date Your alarm went of really early that morning. Your eyes snapped open. You moved your arm to shut your alarm down. Your whole body felt sore. A painful reminder of what Loki did to you last night. Or more, what you let him do to you. It didn’t matter, his game ends here. Ignoring your sore body, you jumped in the shower. After the soreness eased a bit you grabbed some breakfast and went to your office. It was around lunch time when you finally finished all your work. You were really proud of yourself, and relieved. However, I was curious to see wat Loki would have done if he still had leverage over me. Deciding it was best not to think about it, you went off to find Tony.

You found Tony in his lab, with no-one other than Loki. Great.. To your surprise you saw the Tesseract in front of them, they were studying it. You cleared your throat to let them both know that you were there. They looked up to you and the Tesseract disappeared with a green shimmer. ‘Hey kid, what are you doing here?’ Tony asked, while Loki ignored you with an annoyed look on his face. Smiling proudly, you said ‘Here you go, everything you need to implement the new security system’. Tony cocked an eyebrow ‘I thought you would turn it in later next week?’ You glared at Loki ‘Let’s say I found some extra motivation to finish early’ Loki shot you a wide grin, one that didn’t predict anything good. ‘Great, just leave it on the desk’ Tony said. You turned around and put the documents on the appointed desk and walked to the exit of the lab. Meanwhile Tony and Loki were carrying on their conversation. ‘Can you do it?’ Tony asked him. ‘Of course, I can, but I will need some help’ Loki said. You were too far away to hear Tony’s reply. Hopefully, he is out of here soon…

Halfway in the afternoon Natasha knocked on your door. ‘Hey, how can I help you?’ you asked. Natasha laughed ‘I’m here to help you’ she said. ‘What do you mean?’ you asked puzzled. ‘Your date is here in two hours and you need to get ready’ she smiled. You rolled your eyes ‘What is wrong with what I’m wearing right now?’ you asked. She looked you up and down, a bit judgemental. ‘You can’t wear jeans to where you’re going’ she said. ‘You know where I’m going?’ you asked. She gave you a smirk ‘Come on, let’s go’ she said. Natasha took you to her room and you had tried on 8 different outfits, before she finally was satisfied. You were wearing a long red dress with a split in it. She accessorised you with a silver necklace and a pair of earrings. Then she did your make-up, and when you finally saw yourself in the mirror you had to admit you looked hot.

Jarvis announced to the two of you that Peter was here to pick you up. You walked towards the living room where he was. When you entered, you could die of embarrassment. Tony, Clint, and Thor were grilling Peter, who looked like he was nervous and stuttering. Steve and Bruce walked towards you, complimenting you on your outfit. And even Loki looked up from his chessboard, but immediately looked away from you. You decided to save Peter, who was more than grateful, and the two of you left.

‘You look really nice’ Peter said while leading you towards the car. It was one of Tony’s with a chauffeur. Peter opened the door for you and let you slide in. ‘Thanks, you too’ you said. The chauffeur drove the two of you to a fancy restaurant. It was on the highest floor of the building and had an amazing view over the city. ‘You planned all this?’ you asked, a bit suspicious. ‘Ehm.. this not actually. This is all Tony. But after dinner I have something else planned’ he smiled. Dinner was nice and you learned a lot about Peter. He was living with his aunt and still attending his last year of high school. After that he will be working for Tony full-time, in the same department as you. He was a bit of a goofball, but you liked that about him. He definitely could make you laugh.

After dinner Peter paid, with Tony’s credit card of course. The two of you went back downstairs, instead of taking the car he took you on a walk. ‘So, how are you liking your job?’ he asked you. ‘Sometimes it’s stressful, but I really like helping the team’ you answered. ‘Even Loki?’ Peter asked. ‘Well.. let’s say he is tolerated at the moment’ you hesitantly said. Not really wanting to get into it. Luckily, Peter dropped it. ‘We’re almost there, just up the hill’ Peter said. ‘You know I’m wearing heals right?’ you laughed. He immediately got nervous again ‘Oh shit.. ehm.. I.. didn’t think.. sorry’ he started to stammer. ‘It’s fine’ you said. You walked upwards the hill and were really grateful there was a bench at the top. ‘So, why are we here?’ you asked him. ‘You’ll see in a minute’ he grinned. ‘As a kid I used to come here with my parents, and we would watch the fireworks every year’ he told you. After a few minutes, the sky in front of you lit up with the most beautiful colours.

Halfway through the firework show Peter grabbed your hand and you leaned your head on his shoulder. ‘Thanks for taking me’ you said. ‘Thanks for coming with me’ he answered. The show stopped, but you and Peter stayed like that for several minutes. ‘We should go, it’s getting late’ Peter said. He stood up and pulled you with him. You hissed when you felt the pressure of your feet, the shoes Natasha gave you were really uncomfortable. Peter noticed ‘Jump on, I’ll carry you to the car’ he said while crouching down a bit. ‘I can’t’ you laughed at his antics. ‘Not up for discussion’ he said. You pulled your dress up a bit and jumped on his back. He walked you towards the car, while talking about all the different firework shows he’s seen there. The car was luckily not far.

When Peter opened the door, his phone rang. ‘Sorry, it’s Tony. I have to take it’ he said. ‘No problem, I know what Tony is like’ you assured him. You couldn’t here what Tony was saying, but Peter’s face faltered. He hung up. ‘Everything okay?’ you asked. ‘Yeah, (Y/N) I’m really sorry, but I have to go’ he said with a sad expression on his look. ‘What? What’s wrong?’ you asked. ‘I- I.. can’t explain yet, I’m really sorry. But ehm.. maybe we could do something next week?’ he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. ‘Yeah.. sure’ you answered a bit surprised at the sudden departure. Peter nodded and turned around. You got in the car which drove you back to the Tower.

When you entered the tower you went straight to the living room, hoping to find Tony. But you only found Natasha. ‘Oh, oh, back already?’ she said you. ‘Well, he suddenly had to go’ you told her. ‘Tony called him, do you know where he is?’ you asked. ‘No, he is out with most of the team’ she answered. This was a bit weird, but right now there was not much that you could do. ‘You want a drink?’ she asked. ‘Hmm.. I think I’m going to call it a night, maybe next time’ you said. You walked to the hallway where your room was. Halfway the hallway you stopped, these shoes were killing you. You bend down and pulled them off. When you got back up, two strong hands grabbed you and put you over a shoulder. You yelped, but immediately recognized the clothing. ‘What are you doing?’ you hissed. But Loki didn’t answer. He carried you inside his room and threw you down on the bed.

You tried to crawl away, but he grabbed you again and laid you over his lap. You were in an undignifying position, your stomach over his thighs, your arms held together by his hand on your back. You struggled against him, but Loki was unyielding. ‘I TOLD you to CANCEL your date’ he growled. ‘Now look what you brought upon yourself’ he went on. A sudden hand came down hard on your ass. Tears were forming in your eyes from the pain. Loki didn’t give you any recovery time before he gave you another slap. Your breathing become ragged, and you let out a sob. He ignored your sob and brought his hand down again hard. ‘S- stop, please, I’m sorry’ you sobbed. ‘Quit your sobbing, you brought this upon yourself’ he said. Loki spanked you five more times before rubbing your butt. You were now crying and hissing from the pain. He pulled you back up, so you were straddling his lap.

You immediately buried your head against his chest, tears still streaming down your face. Loki was shushing you and gently trailing his hands up and down your back. When you calmed down Loki grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He cleared the tears from your face. ‘If you didn’t disobey me, I wouldn’t have to punish you. You understand?’ he said in a calm voice. He didn’t look mad, but he did look serious. ‘I thought you didn’t care anymore’ you said meekly. ‘I think it’s better if you stop assuming in the future and just do as I tell you’ he said back. You nodded. ‘Good’ he purred. ‘Now get in the shower. I will be there shortly’ he purred. You went to his bathroom and undressed yourself. You already were in a nice hot shower when Loki entered. You immediately tensed up and didn’t know what to do. ‘Relax, little one’ he said, while grabbing the shower gel. He started to massage your back with the soap. It didn’t take long for his fingers to slip between your folds and start to play with your clit. Your breathing sped up and you felt your orgasm build up. ‘That’s it, come before your God’ Loki whispered in your ear. Those words did it for you. You couldn’t hold back a loud moan when you came, making Loki laugh.

He bent your upper body downwards and grabbed your hips. You felt his cock at your entrance and tensed up again. You were so sore this morning, you didn’t think you could take it. Before you could protest you felt his cock sliding slowly inside of you. When he fully entered you he stood still, letting you adjust a bit. He then started to slowly thrust. He kept his slow pace. You were still sensitive, but it felt weirdly good to have him inside of you again. He didn’t say anything to you, but if you listened carefully you could hear him moan silently. Suddenly his pace sped up and you felt his fingers dig into your hips. You knew he was getting close. One of his hands snaked around your lips and put pressure on your clit. You tried to get away, but his fingers on your clit stayed put. ‘There is no escaping me, little one’ he purred in your ear. Loki’s orgasm triggered your own. After a few thrusts he slowly pulled out of you. You were absolutely spent and felt like passing out. It was already a long day and Loki’s punishment and the way he took you put a toll on you.

Loki handed you a towel and you dried yourself off. When you wanted to grab your red dress, he beat you to it. The dress disappeared and a dark green shirt and black thong reappeared in his hand. Without saying a word, he gave it to you. Since the only other choice was being naked you put the clothes he gave you on. Loki dressed himself in dark pyjama pants and walked out the bathroom. You followed him. Not sure what to do you walked past him, to his door. He grabbed your waist ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he asked. He lifted you up and put you down in the bed. He pulled the blankets over you, turned down the lights and laid back in bed beside you After a long silence he went said ‘I don’t ever want to see you wear red again’. The was a bit surprising to you. ‘Why?’ you asked. But he didn’t give you an answer. ‘Because’ he simply said. You didn’t say anything further, you were just thinking about your day. The date with Peter was nice, and what did it matter what colour you wore? You were ripped out of your thoughts when Loki’s hands wrapped around you and pulled you close to him. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

Jarvis woke you up the next morning. ‘Miss (Y/N), Tony is requesting your presence in the lab’ it said. You suddenly looked around to see you were alone in your own bed. You were naked, not wearing Loki’s clothes anymore and wondered if last night even happened. But the soreness of your body told you it did.

Tags: @delightfulheartdream​ @the-best-phineas​ 

[melancholymaz]

Enceinte (2)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Avengers x Reader 

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Soft!Nat and Fluffy avengers!!!

Summary: You and Natasha have had your time keeping your little secret between yourselves, now it’s time to tell the team.

A/N: Here’s part two!! Let me know what you think and some things you’d like to see in the future for this series! 

Готовы ли вы встретиться со своими дядями и тетями, боб? = Are you ready to meet you uncles and aunties, bean?

You stand in front of the tall mirror in yours and Natasha’s now shared bedroom, your top sitting above your 12 week bump. You were surprised no one has clicked on yet, considering you weren’t exactly hiding your morning sickness and nausea. Your growing belly, however, you hid behind loose jumpers and Tony’s t-shirts. You’ve kept your little bean under wraps for 4 weeks now, and you and Natasha decided it was time you shared the news for the uncles and aunties to be. You stand sideways, really taking in the look of your small bump, and lightly rub it. 

“Bean is the size of a plum!” Natasha exclaims randomly, still laying in your shared bed, taking comfort in one of your shirts and pyjama pants, her hair still in a million directions from the night before. 

“Bucky’s gonna love that.” You smile as you pull your top down, going to lay beside your girlfriend, lying your head on her shoulder. 

“He has fully formed organs, muscles, limbs, bones and even his little willy!” Natasha says with her award winning smile, quickly giving your head a kiss before going back to scrolling through the pregnancy app on her phone. 

“He?” You quirk your eyebrow with a smile. “We don’t even know the gender yet.” 

“It’s a boy, I can feel it in my soul.” She gives you a cheeky wink, before standing up, stretching her body, giving you the perfect view of her toned back muscles. “Our next baby’s a girl. Everyone knows it goes boy then girl.” 

“We can’t just choose our baby’s gender, Nat.” You laugh, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers go around your waist. “And who said there’s gonna be a second?” 

“Me, and there’s going to be a third and a fourth.” Natasha gives you a sweet passionate kiss as she gives you the most loving look you only dreamed of receiving. You shake your head at your baby mama, thanking the lords up above for giving you everything you ever wanted. 

“Are the presents ready?” You ask as you walk into the wardrobe picking your outfit for the day, a floral top with leggings, a jumper on top to hide your belly until the team finds out the news. 

“Yes my love, all presents are wrapped and named.” Natasha replies, following suit in picking her outfit for the day. You and Natasha thought the best way to announce the new family member was by getting each and every avenger a personalised t-shirt with their respective titles. Everyone had gotten Uncle and Auntie, Bucky and Steve were getting Grandpa shirts to be funny, and carol an grandma shirt, as she’s picked up the habit to mother both you and Natasha. 

“Are you ready, bub?” Natasha asks. 

“Yeah, are you?” You ask, spraying perfume on yourself, facing Natasha as she quirks her eyebrow at you. 

“I wasn’t talking to you, My sweet.” She says, before leaning down and lifting your shirt, She presses a soft kiss before whispering in Russian. “Готовы ли вы встретиться со своими дядями и тетями, боб?” 

“You’re a dork.” You laugh, flicking her forehead as she stands, she sends you a playful glare before picking up half the boxes. 

“FRIDAY, please let everyone know that we need them in the common room and there’s no room for arguments.” 

“Yes Agent Romanoff.” FRIDAY replies, picking up the rest of the presents you leave your bedroom heading to the common room. 

-

“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bruce sighs for probably the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes, meanwhile the rest of the team won’t stop talking. You huff and rub your temples before using your fingers to whistle loud enough to hurt their ears, the team immediately shutting up. 

“Are you done now?” You ask, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Thank you. Now, Natasha and I are about to hand you a box with a present and no ones allowed to open it until we say so. It must be at the same time okay?” 

“Whose birthday is it?” Bucky asks, a frown set into his face. 

“Why would everyone get a present if it was a birthday you idiot.” Sam rolls his eyes, narrowly missing getting a slap to the back of the head from the ex-assassin. You and Natasha start handing out the presents to Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Rhodey, Carol, Thor, Clint and Peter. Once everyones got their box and inspecting it curiously, Natasha gives them the green light to open it. They all open it around the same time, their faces written in confusion. Wanda’s and Carol’s eyes go wide first, a small shriek coming from Wanda as they both jump up to hug you both. 

“I’m so happy!! I can’t wait!” Wanda says, her eyes teary. You laugh before giving her a tight hug, before doing the same for Carol. 

“I can’t wait to meet my grandbaby.” She gives you a wink, before giving you a bone-crushing hug, kissing your hair in the process. Steve and Bucky hug you both next, wishing a congratulations and expressing their excitement to be grandpas. Rhodey and Bruce wish you both a congratulations without the hug, and you don’t fail to notice the light traces of sadness in Bruces eyes, and you feel bad when you remember that’ll be hard for him to have his own children. Peter comes up and hugs you both at the same time, rambling on how he can’t wait to play with the baby. Sam comes up next, giving you both a kiss on the cheek and a hug as he teases. 

“It was only a matter of time considering how much we have to hear you two.” He laughs, before walking to Steve giving him a ‘I told you so’. Thor congratulates you both, giving Nat a tight cuddle before giving you a soft cuddle as to not hurt you or the baby. Tony and Clint walk up together, a proud smile on their lips. 

“Come on tell us about our junior avenger.” Tony says, you laugh before taking off your jumper, everyone’s attention now on your belly.  You look at Natasha, she gives you a soft smile while Clints arm sits around her shoulder. 

“Baby is now 12 weeks old, a size of a plum.” You say, waiting for Bucky’s reaction. His bright blue eyes light up, and you’ve never seen the man have a smile as big as it is now. “All organs, muscles and limbs are fully developed, now we wait for baby to grow.” 

“All organs? including their... you know.” Peter shyly asks, a blush on his cheeks as he twiddles with his fingers.

“Yes Peter, even it’s naughty bits.” Natasha laughs, pulling Peter into her and Clint, now resting her arm around his shoulders. 

“Oh... cool.” His cheeks go more red with embarrassment, but yet looks content resting against Natasha, like he’s been there a thousand times. You wouldn’t be surprised if he has to be honest with yourself. 

“Do you know what the gender is yet?” Steve asks. 

“Not yet, We’ve still yet to decide if we’re going to find out or wait until baby’s born.” You reply, giving Clint a nod as he wordlessly asks to touch your belly. 

- 

You lay in your bed, quietly watching your favourite show while Natasha reads beside you. You lay there in just your sports bra, absentmindedly tracing random patterns on your swollen belly. You blink tiredly, exhausted from spending all day with the team. You hear Natasha lightly place her book on her bedside table before turning to look at you, you look up at her when you feel her gaze. 

“You tired babe?” She asks softy, a small smile on her lips as you nod in reply. Natasha presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before moving down the bed so her face hovers over your belly. “Let me quickly talk to bean and then we can go to sleep.” 

“Okay babe.” You whisper, too tired to talk any louder. You start running your fingers through her hair as she starts to talk to your unborn miracle. 

“Hi my love, It’s your mama. Even though I know you can’t hear me yet, I just wanted to tell you that I can’t wait to meet you, hold you, love you, protect you. I’m going to give you everything you could ever want, but to also teach you to be grateful and keep you humble. No one likes an arrogant brat, we’ve already got one of those. Your mummy and I can’t wait for you to meet your family too, they’re already smitten and ready to spoil you. Well my baby, it’s time for me to say goodnight because mummy’s tired and gonna get grumpy and we can’t have that. Goodnight.” Natasha finishes it off with a rub and kiss for the baby and you couldn’t help the lone tear that falls from your eye. Natasha notices this and crawls back up to wipe it away. 

“I can’t believe I was so scared to tell you. I would never change this for the world.” You whisper, Natasha giving you one last smile before turning off the lamp, wrapping you up in her arms where you both fall asleep instantly. 

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 5

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1591

Warnings:  Pregnancy

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 5: I do

The month that led up to the wedding went by very quickly.  We were all super busy setting up the compound to run without any of the actual Avengers there to run it, making sure the Tower was ready to move back into and making sure the hotel was ready for our wedding.  Both Natasha and Wanda had both started experiencing morning sickness, but most days they could keep it under control with ginger pills.

The doctors had arrived and were running their tests and just before we left to our private Caribbean island, they each had their first ultrasounds and we got to see their little peanut-shaped lifeforms growing inside them.  Everyone was excited and I was finally at peace with the idea that they were getting the kind of support I didn’t right from the start.

Two of Tony’s private jets took everyone to the island.  One contained us and the kids and the other took Rhodey, Happy, Jax, Clarke, Sam’s siblings, May and Peter Parker, Vision, and Hill.  That was the entirety of the group attending the wedding.  The bonding on Asgard had been the real wedding, this was just making a legal part and our honeymoon.

The honeymoon villa had been renovated to suit us specifically.  It had been there in the original hotel, with two bedrooms, a dining room, and living area, as well as its own private pool and a hidden entrance that led right out onto the beach.  The dining table went from a six-seater to a twelve-seater and the master bedroom was extended out and a bed to fit all ten of us was built specifically for it.

We didn’t separate at all the night before the wedding.  We’d already done all those traditions, and besides, we were far from traditional.  Instead, after breakfast, the men went to a different hotel room to get ready, while I had Natasha, Wanda, and a small team getting us ready for the ceremony.

Getting dressed wasn’t too hard.  We were wearing simple lace dresses.  Natasha and Wanda’s were in matching long red lace.  Both were fairly transparent, and while Natasha just wore matching lace underwear in the same shade of red as the dress under hers, Wanda wore a fitted black playsuit under hers.  My dress was white lace, loose fitted, and very short, only barely reaching past my ass if I raised my arms above my head or bent over.  It was also extremely transparent and I wore a matching white lace bra and panty set under it.

When we had our dresses on, they went about doing our hair and makeup.  Riley and Pietro were dressed and ready already and we were also keeping half an eye on them so neither would mess up their hair.  Riley had a long white lace dress on with her long blond hair in a halo braid with a crown of small white roses on.  Pietro had a similar crown that his shorter blond hair curled into, and he wore a pair of white linen pants with a white linen button-up shirt that was not tucked in over it.

“How nervous do you think Tony is right now?” I asked as the make-up artist put the finishing touches on my makeup.

“Groomzilla?”  Natasha asked.  “Three thousand.”

I laughed.  “But we already did the proper one.”

“Yes, but this is the public one,” Natasha said.  “And it’s legal.  You’re a Stark now.  Yeah, there was the prenup, but you now have him.  Legally.  He’s going to start thinking he’s going to fuck it up.  Plus you know that no matter what, it’s going to get out.  I can cloak us, but people will post photos.  Those photos are going to get out.  And even if they don’t - word will.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I agreed and the makeup artist moved away making room for the hairstylist to put my crown of white frangipani on.  My hair was just left in loose curls that hung down my back and over my shoulders.

“Mm-hmm,” Natasha hummed getting up.  Her hair was in a half braid with small red roses worked into it.

The stylist looked me over and gave me a nod.  “I think you’re ready,” she said.

I stood and did a half-twirl.  “What do you think?”

Wanda looked up at me from where they were threading red Frangipanis into her braid.  “He’s going to cry.”

“It’s gonna make his pirate liner run,” Natasha teased.

I gigged.  “But I barely even look like a bride.”

She shrugged and they let Wanda up.  I picked up my bouquet of pale green, pink, and white tropical wildflowers and looked around.  “Do I have everything?”

“Old, new, borrowed, blue? Garters?”  Wanda asked.

“Well, I can see you’re wearing your underwear, so that’s no problem,” Natasha teased.

“I don’t have any of the other things,” I said, making a face.

“How can you have a proper American wedding without the traditional wedding things?”  Wanda asked.

I shrugged.  “I don’t like to do traditional things.  Also if I add a garter to this outfit I’ll look like a stripper.”

Natasha looked me up and down.  “Confirmed.”

I laughed.  “Thanks, Nat.”

“You’re the one that dressed as a stripper for your wedding,” she teased.

Wanda picked up the bottle of bubble mix and the little satin cushion with the rings on them, while Natasha got both of their bouquets of red and white wildflowers.

“Okay, let’s go get married,” I said.  “Come on, kiddos.”

We went down to the hidden entrance.  I could see the wedding arch standing on the sand, the men all milling around it.  In front of them were chairs set up in an aisle with our very small group of guests sitting at them.  There were threads from me to every single person there, except the staff.  It looked like a big web of light.

Wanda gave Riley her bottle of bubbles and the cushion to Piet as a staff member gave the nod to the duo on acoustic guitar and they began to play ‘Fluff’ by Black Sabbath.

“Okay, kiddos.  It’s time,” I said crouching to talk to them.  “Pietro, can you walk down to your daddies?  Not too fast, not too slow.  Go with the music.”

“Otay, mommy,” Pietro said and went through the gate and down the aisle that was laid out with petals.

When he was about halfway down I pointed Riley in the right direction.  “You next, bug.   Make sure you blow lots of bubbles for everyone but follow your brother.”

She nodded and took off after Pietro a little too fast.  I chuckled as I watched her and Wanda took her flowers from Natasha.  “See you down there, my love,” she said and kissed me gently before heading out after the kids.

I took Natasha’s hand and squeezed it a little too hard.  “Oh, so now you’re nervous?”  She teased.

I nodded.  “Just a little.”

“It’s Tony,” she said.  “And us.”

I nodded.  “I know and we did it already.”

She looked at me with her head tilted.  “Will you be okay for two seconds?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  I’ll be okay.”

She kissed me gently and let my hand go.  “See you soon, Mrs. Stark.”

I watched her walk down and when she got to the end I stepped out through the gate.  Tony looked up at me, his eyes shimmering.  He was fidgeting a little, shifting from one leg to another and tapping his fingers on his thighs.  When I reached him I offered him my hand and he took it quickly, his hands shaking slightly.

“Hey,” I said softly and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Hi,” he replied, just as softly.

The celebrant stepped up to us and began. “First,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this happiest of days.  It’s no accident that each of you is here today, and each of you was invited here because you represent someone important in the individual and collective lives of Tony and Elise.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of these people.  A union that has already been made, but will now be formalized in front of you, their closest friends and family.  Not just two hearts but many using these two individuals as a symbol of their group’s unity,” he said and focused his attention on Tony and I.  “This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep understanding of its obligations and responsibilities.  Tony and Elise have prepared vows that they will read now.”

Tony cleared his throat and looked into my eyes.  “I, Anthony Edward Stark, take you, Elise Frances Cooper, to be my wife.  I promise to never lock you out of my lab, especially when you’re only wearing a lab coat and nothing else.  I promise that I’ll never enact the ‘kick you out of the tower’ protocol on you and that we will get Shake Shack after every stuffy event I take you to.  I promise to make sure I cherish you every second we spend together but to make sure I let the others do that too.  Today, tomorrow, and for our forever.”

I teared up as he spoke despite the soft laughter from everyone around.  I squeezed his hands and took a deep breath.  “I, Elise Frances Cooper, take you Anthony Edward Stark to be my husband.  I promise to be patient when you get all caught up with your work and to try not to distract you from it unless I’m only wearing a lab coat.  I promise to not get all weird when you give me presents and to listen carefully when you say ‘I love you’ when you aren’t using your words.  I promise to love you with all my heart, just exactly the way you deserve so you never doubt that I am here for you and I’m not ever going anywhere.  Today, tomorrow, and for our forever.”

“Do you Tony, take Elise to be your wife?”  The celebrant said.

“Can I say maybe?”  Tony teased.  “No?  Too late?”  I giggled and pouted playfully and he caressed my cheek with his thumb.  “I do.”

“Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her until death do you part?”  The celebrant asked.

“I do,” Tony repeated.

“And do you, Elise, take Tony to be your husband?”

“I do,” I replied.

“Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him until death do you part?” He asked.

“I do,” I repeated.

“Then can we have the rings?”  He asked.

“Dat’s me!”  Pietro shouted, getting up off the ground where he and Riley had been building a mound in the sand.   He bounced over with the pillow and Tony crouched down and took it off him.

“Thanks, bumblebee,” he said, kissing his son’s forehead.  He got back up and untied the rings from the cushion and handed one to me.

“These rings are forged from precious metals taken from the earth, raw and imperfect.  They were shaped and molded into the perfect circle.  Unbroken and never-ending.  Just as the love you have for each other was rough and imperfect and was shaped and molded together to something strong and eternal.  Place them on your fingers as a symbol of your love,” the celebrant said.  Tony’s hand shook a little as he slipped the ring on my finger and while I slid his into place on his.

“By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may kiss each other,” the celebrant announced.

“About time,” Tony said, pulling me flush against me and dipping me back as he kissed me deeply.  Around us, the others kissed too, and our small gathering of friends and family all cheered.

When he let me back to my feet, he held my hand tight and the celebrant held up his hands.  “I now present to you, not just the happy couple, but the full polyamorous family!”

The guitarist started to play an acoustic version of ‘Back in Black’ and we made our way back down the aisle in pairs, a legal binding now part of our family bond.

// NEXT

[lilbabycee]

Hello! I have fallen in love with miles and I was wondering if we could have another one about a family barbecue with the avengers 🥺 I live for his relationships with his aunts and uncles! Thanks so much 🥺❤️

anon, yes!:

it’s tony’s suggestion initially

he wants to “boost morale” and thinks that “it could be a lot of fun, babycakes” and you shrug, nodding because it’s not a bad idea

but then he gets mad and leaves because you ask him innocently: “but who’s gonna cook? cause i know for a fact it’s not gonna be you”

so you stand in the hallway as you relay the information to your husband and your very sleepy, newly three-year old son miles, one of miles’ arms circled around steve’s neck and his other hand on the end of the pacifier that bobs in his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he listens to you, his long lashes sweeping his cheeks

you shoot steve a look when you see the paci because you’ve definitely been hiding it so that you can wean your son off of it

(it’s still better than sucking his thumb) but as you glare at your husband, he simply smiles because he’s a pushover

“sounds good, sweetheart,” steve kisses the crown of your head and when the both of you fall silent, miles raises his hand patiently looking between the two of you

“go ahead, bud,” steve laughs at him

putting down his hand and pulling the paci out of his mouth, miles still looks lost: “daddy, why are we having a-a bar-bar-barbecue? is there a birthday?”

“no, miles,” steve smiles, “uncle tony wants to have a barbecue because he thinks that it’ll be fun.”

“but it’s a party - you can’t have a party if it- it- there isn’t a birthday!”

miles says it with exasperation and smacks his hand on his forehead, like it’s so obvious and the both of you are idiots for even suggesting otherwise

“honey, people can have parties when it’s not their birthdays too - sometimes having a party can just be fun and that’s why people do it.”

miles listens to steve’s explanation patiently, blinking up at him and then nodding slowly, handing his dad his pacifier - steve throws it on the table and you make a mental note to hide it later - and looks far more alert than before, a smile spreading on his face

“mama, can we go to the barbecue?” he looks up at you pleadingly, hope shining in his cerulean eyes and you can’t help but roll yours because that’s the exact same look that your husband gives you when he wants something

“of course we can,” you boop the end of his nose playfully and he scrunches it up, giggling and squirming in his dad’s hold while you tickle his sides

“mama, stop, i gotta get ready!” he slides down and falls through steve’s arms, shocking you - “oh my god, miles, stop that!” - because he must’ve dropped at least five feet onto a hardwood floor

he sprints to his room and steve shakes his head fondly as you bury your face in your hands because your son is a maniac

(the barbecue is also tomorrow but you help him pick out his outfit regardless)

miles is up extra early the next day, jumping on both you and steve at 5:30 in the morning, before steve even has the opportunity to head out for his run

“okay okay, bud, we’re up,” steve groans encasing his son in his large arms and pulling him down to lay on the bed while you shove a pillow over your head and try to get back to sleep

“mama, get up!” miles whines and you can hear the smile in his voice

“yeah, mama, get up,” steve teases, nudging you with his foot and you rub your temples because you live with the most exhausting human beings

you make a light breakfast for the three of you after you all fall back asleep at your insistence, giving miles a bath and washing his hair while steve takes his own shower

then you trade off, steve putting miles in his chosen outfit while you go and get ready

you wear a sundress, appropriate for the scorching heat outside, while steve emerges wearing a white t-shirt and light wash blue jeans; he’s carrying your son who’s wearing a red, white, and blue striped shirt under a pair of denim overalls

your heart melts because he is so his father’s son and looks so cute and you can’t help but kiss all over his face

“so cute, baby,” you tell him and he smiles so sweetly that you kiss him again. “alright, let’s go.”

and so you do, leaving your house and heading to the compound where tony has set up a very extravagant barbecue and although you guys are on time, the place is already bustling with all of your friends

miles jumps (yes, jumps...again) out of steve’s arms and runs towards where peter and shuri are sitting, clambering on top of shuri’s lap to throw his arms around her neck (”hi, auntie shuri! i like your hair!”)

he then turns to peter, parking himself in his lap and grabbing his hands, presumably wanting him to “do the web thingy” (even though peter’s explained a million times that he has web shooters, he still entertains your son’s pestering)

“you made it,” tony, dressed in a silk hawaiian shirt and shorts - and pepper, who has her hair down in loose waves, approach you - the former claps steve on the back and his wife kisses your cheek

“this all looks great, you guys,” you compliment them, steve’s hand on the curve of your waist to tuck you into his side

“thank y-”

tony’s interrupted by pepper slapping his shoulder, to which he lets out a loud “ow!”

“thank you,” she says instead, giving you a bright smile. “i’m not just gonna let him take all the credit now, am i?”

“no, dear,” tony grumbles, cracking a beer open and handing it to steve

“let’s get you a drink,” pepper winks at you, looping an arm in yours and dragging you away from the men but not before steve presses a kiss to your forehead

“he’s still so in love with you,” pepper gushes, looking at you with wide eyes and a grin

you shrug, suddenly feeling bashful, and avoid eye contact with her. instead, you see that miles is now on his auntie wanda’s back, the two of them running away from natasha. the redhead catches your eye and smirks, speeding up her jog to a run which makes miles squeal and hold on tighter to wanda

“i guess so,” you admit, grabbing a mimosa off of the table. the two of you toast to “i don’t know, y/n... what about happy and healthy marriages?...no, that’s corny - let’s toast to good sex.”

pepper leaves you to go and find tony because “he was supposed to be getting dessert but i have a feeling he forgot”

“what’s poppin’, lil bit?” sam greets you with a cheeky grin, slinging his arm over your shoulder as bucky sidles up next to you on the other side, playfully shoving you with his shoulder because he’s carrying your son on his other side 

“hey, doll,” bucky grins as well, short hair framing his face wonderfully, although miles seems to miss it because he keeps running his hands through it with a slight frown on his face

“hey sammy, hey bucky,” you lean over to make a funny face at your son, distracting him temporarily from bucky’s hair. “sam, i thought you were gonna be cooking today.”

“i did, but then big guy over there insisted that he should take over,” sam rolls his eyes and jerks his thumb over to point at rhodey who is wearing an apron that says ‘trophy husband’ and it makes you snort out loud

“whose apron is that?”

“i think it’s tony’s,” bucky answers, miles now out of his arms, running away from him and towards his uncle tony who is standing with “momo!”

miles and morgan embrace each other dramatically and then morgan starts what is presumably a game of tag, sprinting away from miles and giggling happily while your son chases after her

“cute,” you say and bucky chuckles

“but isn’t my apron better?” sam stops the three of you in your tracks so that you can stare at sam’s white ‘kiss the chef’ apron

“meh,” you and bucky shrug, laughing loudly when sam shoves you and bucky, grumbling something about jealousy

bucky goes after him, giving you a wink before jogging lightly after his friend

miles is now sitting in nakia’s lap, t’challa and thor telling him stories that have his eyes wide and mouth wide open in awe - you make eye contact with nakia and she blows you a kiss that warms your heart

(“uncle thor, where’s your hammer?”...“uncle ‘challa, can- can you- what about your claws?”)

sam is now trying to wrestle the spatula out of rhodey’s grip, the two men fighting beside the grill while bucky and clint look on in amusement

“hey, dollface,” steve’s hand slips around your waist and he pulls you back into him, dropping a kiss on your lips. “having fun?”

“yeah,” you sigh. “you?”

“definitely. i’m kinda hungry though-”

“food’s ready!” tony calls out right on queue, obviously having broken up the two chefs and deeming it time to eat

lunch is delicious and so much fun that your stomach hurts afterwards, not from overeating but from how much you’ve been laughing

miles sits on sam’s lap the whole time, the two of them pestering “uncle ‘ucky”, but since it’s miles, bucky doesn’t mind at all

(he’s shooting sam looks that could kill but the gap-toothed man only smiles charmingly and continues throwing food at his head)

you’ve had enough mimosas to be a little tipsy, just enough to feel relaxed and loose, leaning into steve’s side as rhodey tells another one of his stories that makes everyone groan

but then nat and clint take over, sharing tidbits about what happened in budapest that have everyone on the edge of their seats

the sun is setting by the time people start leaving - you’re tempted to stay longer but miles is getting sleepy and a little whiny

“mama,” he tugs at the bottom of your dress and his blue eyes are barely open. “m’tired.”

“yeah?” you swing him up into your arms and his head immediately rests on your shoulder, arms around your neck and eyes slipping closed. “okay, baby, let’s go home.”

and so you do, saying your goodbyes and driving back home

you and steve are on the couch, cuddled up next to each other while soft music plays in the background, the low lights in your house making you tired

miles is still sleeping on you (you tried to put him down earlier but he wouldn’t go to bed, so you’re waiting until he’s deeper asleep)

“sleepy, baby?” he glances at you, eyebrow raised and voice quiet. you nod, yawning and burying your face in his shoulder. “okay then: sleep.”

“what, right here? we’ll just go to bed, babe-”

“i’ll take you both to bed later. i’m comfortable and i’m sure you are too, so sleep, sweetheart.”

“...okay.”

and when you fall asleep not even two minutes later, steve admires the way the planes of both of your faces look in this light and his heart flutters at the sight - he can’t believe how lucky he’s gotten and presses a kiss to your cheek and then miles’ because he can’t help it

you sigh and shift in your sleep, curling further into him and it’s in moments like these that he knows he wouldn’t trade his little family for the entire world 

i am in love goodbye

[dontcare77ghj]

Mind i

Natasha x reader x Wanda

Part one of two

“Clint, if this doesn’t go well, I am never taking advice again.” Wanda said, exiting the bathroom. “Is this too much?” She asked, showing him the outfit.

“You’re going to a fancy restaurant and you’re wearing jeans.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine.” Wanda sighed, moving into her closet. “I don’t know why you chose a fancy restaurant for a first date.”

“I didn’t. Your date choose your location.” Clint told her.

“Please tell me you didn’t set me up with a snob who is going to only talk about them self tonight.” She begged, poking her head out the closet.

“No, I did not set you up with a snob. Trust me, after tonight you are going to listen to everything I say because that’s how right I am.”

“Conceited much?” Wanda laughed, tossing a jacket at Clint’s head.

“Aw jacket.” Clint whined, making the woman laugh.

Two hours later, after Clint had finally approved of Wanda’s outfit, Wanda was standing outside a glittering restaurant attempting to psych herself up.

“You got this. You are an avenger, if anything goes wrong you can kick their ass.” She told herself before entering the establishment.

“Miss Maximoff?” A woman in a hostess uniform said approaching the witch. “Right this way.” She gestured for Wanda to follow her.

Wanda followed the woman through the main restaurant and towards a series of back rooms.

“Your dinner guests have already ordered you a drink.” The hostess told her before gesturing to the door to Wanda’s left and then leaving.

“Guests?” Wanda murmured before letting out deep breath and entering the room. The room was brightly lit by the twinkle lights that covered the walls and in the middle of the room was a large table where Y/N and Natasha were already seated.

Wanda’s crushes.

“Clint.” Wanda growled as her cheeks flushed red. “If Clint tricked you into this or forced you to come, you don’t have to stay.” She said, looking to the two women.

“If you think Clint planned all this out, you need to remember we’re talking about Clint here.” Y/N said, rising from her chair and moving to Wanda with Natasha on her heels.

“We set all this up, the only thing Clint did was get you to agree to this.” Natasha told Wanda as Y/N wrapped her arms around her waist. “If you’re not comfortable with this, we can just say this a dinner for friends.” Natasha added after a moments silence.

“No, no I want this.” Wanda assured the women. “I just never thought it’d be real.”

“Believe it, darling.” Y/N chirped, pressing a kiss to Wanda’s cheek and taking her hand. “Because this is real. Now let’s sit and start our date.” She said, pulling Wanda to the table.

If this was a dream, Wanda decided, I don’t want to wake up.

“Darling. Darling, wake up.” Y/N said, her fingers drawing shapes on Wanda’s shoulder. “I know you’re awake, darling.” She smiled, pressing kisses to the back of the witch’s neck.

“And what a wonderful way to wake up.” Wanda said, rolling over so she was on top of the H/C woman who giggled. “This is a nice view.” She commented, placing her hand on Y/N’s cheek.

“I could say the same thing.” Y/N smiled before leaning up to kiss the brunette.

“You were supposed to be waking her up for breakfast, Y/N. Not become her breakfast.” Natasha said, walking in with a tray of food.

“She pinned me. How is that my fault?” Y/N whined, looking over Wanda’s shoulder at the red head. “She jumped me.”

“The two of you can jump each other all you want later. We have a schedule today.” Natasha said, getting into bed next to Y/N.

“How romantic. ‘Happy anniversary, follow the schedule or I’ll choke you with my thighs.’” Wanda smirked, rolling off the H/C woman as Natasha scowled lightly.

“If it makes you feel better, I want to add that to the schedule.” Y/N said. “Add that to whenever sexy times is on the schedule.”

“I’m going to have to rearrange the schedule soon, if you two don’t start eating.” She pointed out, handing both women a plate of pancakes.

“You know you never told me the whole schedule.” Y/N said, cutting into her food.

“At least you know some of the schedule. All I know is that there is a schedule.” Wanda chuckled as Natasha and Y/N curled into her sides.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. Y/N only knows because she reads over my shoulder.”

“I was laying on your chest as you were writing it out. That’s on you.” Y/N smirked, pointing her fork at the red head.

“She read over my shoulder. Everyone says I am the unromantic one and I can’t have the two of you believing that, so today is going to romance the pants off the two of you.” Natasha continued, taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Well when you put it like that,” Y/N started. “How can we not feel romanced?”

“What’s first on the list for today, Nattie?” Wanda asked, turning to the woman.

“Well after we finish breakfast, we’re going to shower and then we are going for a drive.” Natasha told the women cryptically.

“No hint?” Y/N asked her, raising an eyebrow.

“No hint.” Natasha smiled. “Now finish up we gotta get going soon.”

“You can stop, guessing I’m not going to tell you.” Natasha laughed, taking both your hands in hers. “You’re not going to get it out of me until we get there.”

“Y/N I thought you said you saw her schedule.” Wanda whined. “You have to know what she has planned.”

“I know of breakfast and where she plans to take us for dinner.” Y/N told her. “Whatever she has planned for throughout the day, I have no idea about.” She added.

“It’s called a romantic surprise” Natasha said. “Keywords, romantic and surprise.”

The three of you walked for several more minutes before Natasha stopped walking abruptly, almost causing Y/N and Wanda to knock her over.

“Close your eyes.” Natasha demanded the two. The women obliged the Russian and quickly closed their eyes. Natasha grabbed each of their hands and began guiding them forward. “Do you remember a few weeks ago, we talked about the things we’ve never done?”

“Vaguely.” Y/N said, gripping Natasha’s hand tightly. 

“Well, the two of you had one thing on your lists that was the same and I decided to make it happen.” Natasha explained, opening a door and her girlfriends were hit with a icy breeze.

“Natasha, where are we?” Wanda questioned as goosebumps rose on her skin.

“You can open your eyes now.” Natasha said, dodging the question. Without a moments hesitancy both women opened their eyes and finally saw where their girlfriend had dragged them.

“You brought us ice skating?” Y/N exclaimed, glee written all over her face. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” Y/N cheered, throwing her arms around Natasha’s neck and passionately kissing her.

“I think she might love you, Nattie.” Wanda smirked, waiting for Y/N and Natasha to disentangle before wrapping her arms around the Russian woman. “And I definitely do.” She said before kissing her.

“Enough romance.” Y/N said, bouncing on the spot. “It’s time to learn to ice skate and from a real Russian.”

“That’s such a stereotype, Y/N.”

“So you can’t ice skate?” Wanda asked her, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I’m a fantastic ice skater.” Natasha said, causing Y/N to giggle and Wanda to roll her eyes.

Natasha had booked out the entire rink and the three skated for hours undistributed. Natasha had not been exaggerating when she said she was an expert skater but Wanda and Y/N were strictly newbies. Natasha had, lovingly, kept tally of the amount of times both women landed on their asses.

Wanda landing on her ass a mere three times more than Y/N had.

After hours of the three skating, and laughing at attempts of skating, Natasha brought the two home. Waiting on their shared bed were two dress bags with Y/N and Wanda’s names on them.

“Get dressed. We have to be at the restaurant in half hour.” Natasha said, grabbing her bag out of the closet. Wanda and Y/N did as their girlfriend said and the three made it to the restaurant right on time.

“We had our first date here.” Y/N smiled as she sat in the chair Wanda pulled out for her.

“In this exact room.” Natasha confirmed as she and Wanda sat down.

“We never did thank, Clint.” Wanda mused.

“Do you really want to give him a bigger head than usual?” Natasha snorted. 

“I’m good.” Y/N chuckled as a waitress entered, carrying a drinks tray. Wanda and Y/N smiled as they recognized the drinks and Natasha smirked.

“How did you remember the exact drinks we ordered five years ago?” Wanda asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Because I am the romantic one.” Natasha smirked, raising her glass. “To five years.” She toasted.

“To five years.” Y/N and Wanda smiled, clinking their glasses to hers. It was half way through dinner before Natasha suddenly got a wicked smirk.

“Why are you smirking like you’re planning our deaths?” Y/N questioned her with a raised brow.

“Not kill per say, but I do believe you wanted me to add one thing to the schedule.” Natasha said, lips pursed over the rim of her glass. “I do believe you wanted me to add something to our dessert plans.”

Y/N and Wanda shared a look before Wanda stood abruptly.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked as the Wanda pulled out her purse. 

“Paying for dinner, so we can get our own dessert.” Wanda explained, grabbing both women’s hands.

“Just like how our first date ended.” Y/N said as the three exited the restaurant. Somehow on their walk back to the tower, Natasha had been convinced to teach Y/N how to twirl like a ballerina.

Wanda stood behind the women, watching with a soft smile as her two girlfriends twirled each other around.

“I love you two, you know that right?” Wanda asked as Y/N stood in Natasha’s arms.

“We love you too, Wanda.” The two responded in tandem. Natasha reached out a hand towards Wanda and once she took it, pulled her into a three way embrace.

The three stood together, locked in their embrace in the middle of the sidewalk for what felt like hours.

If this was a dream, Wanda decided, I don’t want to wake up.

“How is she?” Bruce asked, entering the dark room.

“Peter tried to get her to eat, she didn’t even flinch.” Tony explained to the scientist, his eyes not moving away from the scene in front of him.

Clint was sat in the corner of the room, his hands occupied as he fiddled with one of his arrows. He was staring at the bed where Peter and Wanda sat unblinkingly.

Peter was right next to the witch. He held one of her hands in his as he whispered things to the woman. 

Wanda was sat in the same position she had been in for near two weeks. Her eyes glowing bright red as she stared at the wall in front of her with a mostly blank expression. The only show of emotion was the single tear that escaped her eye.

“It’s been two weeks, Tony.” Bruce sighed, staring at his friend in worry.

“I know, Bruce. You don’t think I know that?” Tony snapped before sighing in regret. “I’m sorry. That was my sister and one of my friends we buried.”

Y/N Stark and Natasha Romanoff had been dead for two weeks. It had been a horrific tragedy that the whole team had witnessed. If not for Steve pulling Wanda out of the way, she would have joined her partners.

Wanda had not moved since she witnessed their deaths. She did not blink, she did not eat, she did not move and she did not sleep as she continued to stare with glowing eyes.

No-one was sure what was going on in her head. 

“It’s okay you snapped, Tony. But this isn’t okay.” Bruce said, gesturing to the scene.

“I know.” Tony sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Y/N would have wanted me to help her, but I don’t know how.”

“I might have an idea.” Steve announced, entering the room with Stephan Strange at his side.

“Steve has informed me of Wanda’s condition.” Strange announced, his hands suddenly glowing. “I’m afraid if we don’t alleviate this situation, Wanda’s mind will be broken.”

“Why am I sensing an and?” Clint cut in, narrowing his eyes.

“Because we may have larger problems than the snapping of Wanda’s mind.” Strange said, moving towards the witch.

“Such as?” Bruce questioned him.

“She could break the universe.” Strange told the team.

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Lucky Kentucky ch. 1

Chapter 2

Hello there, this is my new Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

Your name didn’t matter, at least not so far as you could tell. They called you Kentucky, sometimes if they felt cheeky, Bluegrass. You liked it, the first band that gave you that name was some shitty college band out of Detroit. They were convinced they were gonna be the next Led Zepplin. They called it quits three years later, a good old fashioned Rock n’ Roll suicide, booze, women, and drugs. The finer things always gets the best amateurs. However, their lead singer had a way with words, he came up with the nickname. He also wrote a beautiful song about a girl named Kentucky, who he just couldn’t swing, some big named country superstar sang the song and the last you’d heard he had been writing for the best of the best since. This earned you your title, Lucky Kentucky. A bit on the nose for your taste, but it made perfect sense. You kept following the music, you went to a band in L.A., the day you left, they signed a record deal with Sony. The next was a little English girl and her backing band, her first tour of England with you landed her a tour of the US faster than they could say ‘Burbon.’

You are what is known in the music business as a road manager, so far as you could tell, this was the job you were born to do. You made schedules, you supplied booze and other artifacts, you got hotels, paid off paparazzi, packed busses, and shoved half out of their mind rock stars on to stages in more countries than you could count, you couldn’t imagine any better life. You were the best of the best, you were who the record company called when everyone else had given up. You were a fixer, and an incredibly talented one at that. You had a gift for taking a mediocre side show band, and turning them into headliners.

So when you got the call from Tony and Pepper that you had to fix The Howling Comandos, you were shocked. They were big time, nothing like your usual fixer upper opener that you could make insta stars. They certainly weren’t your crowd, but you always had a problem saying no to Pepper, Tony’s company manager. Tony was a talented mixer, and a gifted album technician. So when he started his own label, it blew up pretty quickly. The comandos were the first band he signed. They had won Album of the Year their first Grammy season without even batting an eyelash. So once business started booming, Pepper took over the paper work, and Tony did what he did best, Fucking around with a mixing board. You had met them when you started working with Natasha and the Widows, a Blondie style punk outfit. They had a pension for eating men alive. Eventually, it got in the way of their success, so you stepped in and saved the band from total destruction. You and the starks had been thick as theives since.

“Tony, you mean to tell me, that the Commandos, the biggest artists of the decade, need my help?” You scoffed down the line, checking the Widows out of the last hotel of their tour with Greta Van Fleet.

“Yes Bluegrass, I do. Barnes is going through some existential heart break shit ‘cause ole bitch called of the wedding, and fucked the Guitarist of their opener. He’s been all drugs, booze, and sappy shit since, and someone’s gotta get the mother fucker back on stage. I’m Loosing money here Kentucky, something’s gotta give.” Tony sounded livid, there were very few times where Tony was as frazzled as this, so you knew it was serious.

“Alright, but I have conditions.” You sighed, you thought you could hear the sound of Pepper weeping tears of joy, but you couldn’t be sure. “I want the Widows to open, I’m not done with them yet Stark they’ve got some potential that still needs to be tapped. I want Frankie on security, I want Wanda for wardrobe and makeup, I want Vision for my techie, and I’m taking Peter as my Head roadie.” It was a big ask, but if you were doing this, you were gonna need the best possible team.

“Jeez woman, rob the treasure chest would yah? You want all of them? You just asked me for the entire roster. They’re on other tours! I can’t just- HEY! Woman don’t you-“ you heard a slap and an ow, and suddenly you were with the one and only Pepper Potts- Stark.

“Kentucky? You have a deal. You can have the Allstars in three months, everyone’s tours should be wrapping up, that puts you just in time for festival season. You up to it?” Pepper sounded like someone had just kicked her puppy. So you knew, you were the only one that could save the day.

“Virginia? Count me in. Give me the three months to plan and connect with the team and I’ll make sure James Barnes makes it onto that bus.” You could practically taste her relief through the receiver. What had you just signed up for.

————————————————————————

You’d done it. Six months, 7 bus rentals, 75 hotels, 107 plane rides, 20 festivals, 95 shows, 89 cities, and roughly 200 people later, you had managed to construct the American leg of one of the biggest and longest tours you had ever seen. All it took was two months, and 23 bottles of Jack Daniels, and you had done it. Now all you had to do was meet the band, and have your first tour meeting.

You had never been so nervous to meet a group of men in your life. Normally, these meetings we’re pretty laid back and informal. Lots of getting to know you, and goofing off. This time, you were in charge of a multi-million dollar tour that could make or break the band of the decades d ruin your career. No pressure. Needless to say, you were fairly nervous.

You were relieved upon arrival that the first people to make it in were the people who seemed to be the most reliable. Vision and Wanda were quietly whispering  to eachother in the corner as always, their hands gently intertwined as they surveyed the rest of their new subjects. Frankie was standing off in another corner looking like an immovable brick wall. His sunglasses firmly in place on his nose, looking scary as always. Peter was off with the widows flirting with their drummer. You didn’t think it would end well, seeing as MJ was a bit of a hot head, and Peter was akward and nerdy, but to your surprise, they seemed to be getting along swimmingly. Natasha and Carol were staring at a book full of something, if you had to guess, it would be song lyrics of some variety, and to your shock and absolute awe, Peggy had saddled up to Steve Rogers. Steve was the guitarist of the Commandos, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her company. Tony and Pepper were chatting with Clint and Sam the drummer and bassist of the Commandos, and Bruce Banner, your newly appointed second hand. James Barnes was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, well, good to see that most of you have arrived early!” You smirked walking to the head of the table with your big box of tour folders, Peter moving instantly to help you. “If I have not yet made your acquaintance, I am Kentucky, just Kentucky, you may call me Bluegrass or Lucky, but I will always prefer Kentucky. It has come to my immediate attention, that you sorry suckers were in need of a fantastic road manager, and here I am.” You survey the room as you spoke taking into account every face that you could see in the room and making sure everyone was following. “Now, where is James?”

————Some unnamed bar across town ————

Bucky’s head pounded. Wether it was from the booze or the pounding music he had no clue, but he could tell that it was far too early to be in this booth.

“You really went for it last night Barnes,” Bucky looks for the source of the voice to find that, Luke Cage, owner of the best bar in LA, was unloading boxes of tequila into his storage cabinets under the bar. “You shouldn’t have either, you’re late for your tour meeting.”

Bucky absorbed the information, and felt it melt out of his brain as if it were nothing more than an irritating ear worm. “How do you know about that?” He sighed running a hand down his face and slowly standing to grab his leather jacket.

“It’s sharpied onto your arm,” Luke chuckled pointing to Bucky’s right arm in just about the only clean space someone could fine. “Steve came in and did it last night before giving about a hundred dollars to let you sleep it off in that booth.”

“Of course he did,” Bucky scoffed, “the punk never knew when to leave well enough alone.” Bucky quickly slipped his sunglasses over his aching eyes, as he watched Luke slide a cup of coffee across the bar. “Goodbye Luke, your bar is the only thing I’m gonna miss about this town.”

“Goodbye Bucky, the free live music, and the fantastic tips are all I’m going to miss about you boys. I’ll tell Jess you said hello.” And with that final fond farewell, Bucky left Luke’s bar for the last time before he was trapped in a tour bus for six months.

The drive to Stark Records was as second nature to him as tying his shoes. He easily glided in between cars, making record time to his place of employment. He parked his bike next to a slot that occupied the sweetest little red corvette he’s seen in a good while. The tune in the reference catches his brain and he starts to whistle the chorus, wishing the artist formerly known as Prince was still around. He walked past Sharon, the desk clerk, giving her his customary wink and a smirk, stealing a sucker out of her candy dish and wandering into the meeting.

That’s when he saw her, the hottest piece of ass this side of the sunset strip. She looked powerful, she looked commanding, she was covered in tattoos and wearing the best looking little black number. She was saying his name. “Where is James?”

“Right here sweet thing, I hope I’m not too late to the party, I’d hate to miss anything that came out of that pretty little mouth.” Boy was it pretty, the full lips covered in a red shade that he could only seem to imagine smeared all over her moth as she panted his name.

“Ah, yes there he is. Hello, James. Just in time to-”

“James is my dad sugar, I’m sure we can think of something a little more clever for you to-”

“Alright then Junior if you don’t mind, I’m trying to conduct a meeting, and I will not be letting a drunken moron interupt my carefully planned work flow.”

Bucky’s jaw snapped shut as the people around him, some friends and some strangers, laughed at the clever lady’s little barb.

“Alright then, as I was saying, I’m here to help. I believe in the Peter Grant method of representation. The you-have-a-venue-you-want-it-filled-I-have-just-the-band-sixty-forty method.” She said, flipping her hair into a simple bun on the top of her head, which Bucky couldn’t find more attractive if he tried, “I have made hotel arrangements for every show, I have made bus arrangements, I have planned for added shows, and delayed dates. I have brought you the best opener I have, the best artists, roadies, security, and technicians I could scrape together, and most importantly, I have given you my time and my trust. I can make your touring life as easy and as simple as humanly possible, or I could ruin it. However, all I want is to get you out there, grinding again, reminding your fans the reason they love you. All you have to do, is let me work, and focus on the music. Can we do that?”

“Doll? I like the way you think.”

“Junior? It’s gonna be a long fucking six months.”

[buckybarnesdollface]

Body Shot

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Drinking games are never a good idea after a mission...Or are they?    

           “Whose brilliant idea was it to get drunk after a mission, anyway?” I groaned. I had just downed my fourth tequila shot of the night and was now trying desperately to get the taste out of my mouth with a beer. Sam laughed.

           “It was your idea, genius,” he replied. “You’re the one that was like ‘We should all get drunk tonight’ as soon as we stepped off the quinjet.”

           I groaned again and rolled my eyes. “Sober me is a real dick.”

           “Oh c’mon, (Y/N),” Nat teased. “We’re having fun! It’s not our fault you’re terrible at drinking games.”

           I glared at her, but it was true. I don’t know how it happened, but it seemed every game we played I lost, to the point where I was the most drunk out of all of us. Most of them I could understand – Steve and Bucky were supersoldiers, it would take a lethal amount of alcohol to get them drunk. Nat had a very high tolerance, as most Russians did. Sam and Wanda could handle about the same amount that I could, but yet they weren’t anywhere near as drunk as I was.

           “It’s not fair,” I grumbled. “These games are all rigged. I think you should let me pick the game.”

           Steve snorted. “You know very well these games aren’t rigged, (Y/N),” he said, “but if it makes you feel any better then alright, you can choose the next game.”

      ��    I grinned wickedly. This was my time to shine.

           “Beer pong,” I stated. “That’s my choice. Somebody help me set it up.”

           “I’m down for beer pong,” Sam said, and Wanda nodded.

           “Me, too.”

           “How are you going to play beer pong, (Y/N)?” Nat teased. “You’re so drunk you likely can’t even stand up, let alone throw a ping pong ball into a cup.”

           Always a competitor, I glared at her. “I’ll have you know I won a championship in university for beer pong,” I said indignantly. “I’m a pro. You had all better be scared.”

           Wanda laughed, and Sam shook his head. “They’ll let anyone be an Avenger now, won’t they?” he said, and I reached over to elbow him in the gut.

           “Where did Bucky go, anyway?” Natasha asked. “Is it getting past the old man’s bedtime? Are we young ‘uns too much for him to handle?”

           “He went to put more beer in the fridge for you alcoholics,” Steve chuckled, “and I asked him to bring back some food for our drunker companions.”

           His eyes shot over to me, and my own eyes narrowed. “I’m not that drunk!” I argued. “Look, I’ll prove it.”

           I pushed myself up off the couch, and immediately regretted it. I hadn’t stood in awhile and all the blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. I gave myself a couple of seconds to balance myself and then took a few steps forward.

           “See?” I said. “I’m completely fine.” As if to prove my point, I tried to do a twirl. However, I overestimated my ability to balance and stumbled, tripping over my own feet. Before I could fall, though, a strong arm was hooked around my waist to steady me.

           “Careful, doll,” Bucky murmured, and I felt my cheeks grow red. I straightened up and pulled away, mumbling an embarrassed “Thank you,” to him; I could hear Nat and Wanda snickering to my left and I shot them a dirty look before flopping back down onto the couch between them.

           “I think Steve meant for those nachos to be for (Y/N), Bucky,” Wanda said pointedly, and my blush deepened. Bucky turned to me with a small smile.

           “They’re fresh,” he said. “Eat up – You’ll feel better.”

           “Thanks,” I mumbled, completely mortified at this point. Bucky nodded and then turned to hand Steve the beer he’d brought him before cracking open his own and returning to his seat in the armchair.

           “So what are we gonna play, then?” Wanda asked. “Beer pong is out, and (Y/N) needs a break from taking shots, but I’m not ready to go to bed yet.”

           The rest of the group nodded their collective agreements, and Nat grinned wickedly. I knew that grin. It could only mean trouble.

           “Well why don’t we play truth or dare, then?” she suggested, waggling her eyebrows. “It’s fun, and the only reason you’d have to take a shot is if you refuse to answer the question or do the dare given to you.”

           Sam nodded eagerly. “I’m in,” he exclaimed. “I’m a pro at the dares.”

           “Me too,” Wanda agreed with a grin. Steve nodded too.

           “Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

           Bucky and I were the only two that hadn’t said anything. Bucky tended to keep to himself most of the time and was a very private person, so I was surprised when he finally nodded as well.

           “Could be fun,” he murmured, and Nat grinned.

           “Perfect,” she breathed. “(Y/N), how about you?”

           I wanted to say no. Nat was way too excited about this for it to just be an innocent game of truth or dare, and she knew too many of my weaknesses for it to be safe for me. Five pairs of eyes were looking at me expectantly, though, and finally I sighed.

           “Fine,” I said, and the triumphant look on her face made me wary.

           “So who goes first?” Steve asked.

           “You’re up, old man,” Sam said to him with a smirk. “Truth or dare?”

           Steve narrowed his eyes. “I don’t trust your dares,” he said, “so truth.”

           “Has a girl ever asked you to wear the Captain America outfit in bed?”

           Steve’s cheeks were pink, but he nodded. “Yes, once,” he admitted, and the room erupted into hoots of laughter.

           “Did you do it?” Nat asked, but Wanda shook her head.

           “Go easy on him. One question only,” she chuckled, and then she turned to Sam. “Truth or dare, Sam?”

           “Dare, obviously,” he said, as if offended that she’d even had to ask.

           “I dare you to replace Clint’s Cocoa Puffs with dog food,” she said, and the room all looked at her with wide eyes.

           “He’ll kill everyone when he finds out!” I breathed. “Clint lives off those things.”

           Wanda shrugged. “He ate the last cinnamon bun the other day. This is payback.”

           Sam, not being one to ever back down from a dare, dumped the cereal down the garbage disposal and refilled the box with the kibble that Peter had for the dog Tony had let him keep after he’d claimed it had “followed him home” one day. Sam came back to the common room with a mischievous grin on his face.

           “Done,” he said. “Your turn, Natasha. Truth or dare?”

           “Dare,” Nat replied boldly, one red eyebrow cocked as if challenging him to do his worst.

           “I dare you to hack into the compound’s database and change ‘Tony Stark’ to ‘Tony Stank’ so that’s what comes up on every last piece of paperwork and in every file.”

           I laughed. “Do it,” I urged. “Rhodey will lose it when he sees it.”

           Smirking, Nat pulled her laptop out from under the coffee table. For a few minutes she stared at the screen with her brows knitted together as she typed furiously, and then she looked up triumphantly. “Done,” she told us. “I even reprogrammed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to call him Mr. Stank.”

           “I love you,” Wanda breathed as we all tried to catch our breaths from laughing. Nat grinned.

           “Okay, my turn,” she giggled, and when her eyes met mine I froze. She opened her mouth to speak, but then turned instead to Bucky. “Truth or dare, Buck? You’re a little too quiet over there.”

           Bucky hesitated before he finally said, “Truth,” and even then he sounded unsure of himself.

           “Are you a guy that appreciates tits or an ass more?” Nat asked, and Steve nearly choked on his drink. Sam grinned from ear to ear, and I expected Bucky to look uncomfortable but he scrunched his nose before finally saying, “Definitely the latter.”

           “Smart man,” Sam said, and Bucky grinned ruefully before turning to Wanda.

           “Truth or dare, Wanda?”

           “Truth,” she replied.

           “Do you ever use your powers to get your own way?”

           Wanda had the decency to at least pretend to look offended, but the sparkle in her eyes gave away the truth before she even said anything. “Maybe…” she admitted, dragging out the word. “But in my defense, the woman at the DMV was a bitch.”

           “You used your powers to get your license?” I cried in disbelief. Steve shot her a stern look.

           “We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” he said, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

           “Oh, lighten up, Steve. Truth or dare?”

           “Dare.”

           “I dare you to drink some of Thor’s Asgardian liquor.”

           Steve shook his head. “That’s Thor’s, I can’t just take it –”

           “If he were here he’d insist you drink it,” Sam argued. “Besides, it’s the only thing that’ll get you and Frosty over there drunk. It’s about time you stop drinking beers like they’re water.”

           Bucky scowled at the nickname Sam so often liked to call him, but Steve sighed. “Fine, I’ll have one drink,” he said. “Buck, you want one?”

           “Is it really enough to get us drunk?” Bucky asked, and Nat grinned. She had already retrieved the bottle and poured them each a glass.

           “Find out for yourself.”

           The guys each took a sip. Steve had tried it before so he knew what to expect, but Bucky hadn’t and when it touched his tongue his face scrunched up. We all laughed and he shook his head.

           “It’s so bitter,” he choked, and Steve chuckled.

           “You get used to it. Just take it slow; that one glass is all you’ll need,” he explained before turning to Nat. “Truth or dare, Nat?”    

           “Ask me a question, Captain.”

           “Did you sleep with that pizza delivery guy the other night?”

           She grinned wickedly. “Yep. Wasn’t bad, either.”

           “You are incorrigible,” I chuckled quietly, and Nat turned to me.

           “What was that, drunkie?” she asked, and I cursed myself for drawing her attention to me. “You’ve somehow managed to stay out of the spotlight so far, (Y/N); we’ll have to fix that. Truth or dare?”

           I swallowed hard, weighing my options. If I answered with truth then she would most certainly make me reveal something that I didn’t want a certain someone in the room to know. If I chose dare, then god knows what she would make me do. But I couldn’t forfeit either, because I really didn’t think my stomach could handle another shot this early on.

           “Truth,” I finally said begrudgingly, knowing I could at least be creative with my answer if I had to be. She smirked, and I immediately regretted my choice.

           “When was the last time you got laid?”

           I blushed, but it could have been much worse. Glaring at her, I mumbled, “It’s been a year.”

           Of course, Nat had already known this – She was only stirring the pot. Wanda had known as well so she didn’t react. Sam’s eyes widened.

           “A year? Jesus, girl, how are you not more uptight than you are?” he cried. My blush deepened.

           “I’ve been busy, alright? Not all of us are naturally skilled in being a superhero. I have to train twice as much as all of you; it takes up a lot of time.” I frowned. “I answered Nat’s question, now let’s drop it. Sam, truth or dare?”

           “Dare.”

           I thought for a moment. “I dare you to pick a random number from the phone book and try to seduce whoever answers.”

           “It’s one in the morning on a Tuesday,” Steve said. “Who’s gonna pick up the phone?”

           “New York is the city that never sleeps, Steve,” Nat pointed out. “Someone will answer.”

           So Sam did it. He called a number, and an old man answered. We all had to stay quiet because he had it on speakerphone, but when the old man started getting unsettlingly into it and Sam’s face twisted in disgust Bucky snickered and we all burst into laughter. Nat quickly hung up the phone and Sam shook his head.

           “Nasty-ass man, Christ,” he groaned. “I vote we play something else now.”

           “Oh, c’mon, Sam, I thought you were the king of dares,” I taunted. “You said you would do anything.”

           “I draw the line at strange old men wanting to get in my pants.”

           We all chuckled, but Nat shook her head. “I have too many good ideas to stop playing now,” she said, and then she arched an eyebrow at Sam. His brow furrowed, but then his eyes widened as if he had just made a realization and he grinned.

           “Fine, we can keep playing, but it’s my turn to deal out some punishment.” His eyes scanned the room and landed on Bucky. “Frosty!” he exclaimed. “Truth or dare?”

           “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” he grumbled. “Dare, I guess.”

           Sam smirked. “Atta boy. I dare you to do a body shot.”

           “Off of you?” Bucky’s nose wrinkled. “Absolutely not.”

           “Off of (Y/N),” Nat offered, and my eyes widened. I looked at her in horror, but she was looking at Bucky expectantly. He won’t do it, I told myself. It amazed me that he had even put up with us for this long instead of going to bed. Surely this would be where he drew the line.

           “Alright,” he said with a shrug, “as long as (Y/N)’s alright with it.”

           I coughed, and Nat grinned. “Of course she is!”      

           “I don’t know…” I started, but Nat was already pouring tequila into a shot glass.

           “Lie flat on the table so it doesn’t spill,” she ordered, and she gave me a look that said if I didn’t cooperate, she would make me. Pursing my lips, I laid down on the table, and she set the shot glass on my belly button after sliding my shirt up some. Then she spread a line of lime juice on my stomach and sprinkled salt over top of it. I wanted to protest – It was way too close to the waistband of my leggings for comfort, but she was already motioning for Bucky to come over.

           “Hands behind your back,” she ordered. “Pick up the shot glass with your mouth and –”

           “I know how to do a body shot,” Bucky said indignantly, and Nat shrugged.

           “Just had to be sure. You never know with you old guys.”

           Bucky shot her a look of annoyance before coming to stand next to me. “You sure you’re alright with this, (Y/N)?” he murmured. My throat was too dry to say anything but I nodded, even though my heart felt like it was going to hammer right out of my chest. Shooting me a shy smile, Bucky clasped his hands behind his back and bent down to wrap his lips around the rim of the shot glass, downing the tequila in one gulp. Nat took the shot glass from him and then he leaned in to lick the salt and juice from my skin.

           His tongue was soft and warm, and as he dragged it across my stomach I could feel goosebumps prickle my skin. I had to bite my tongue to keep from whimpering, and then he was pulling away all too soon. He gave me an embarrassed smile as he straightened, and then offered a hand to help me off the table. I took it, though the dizziness I felt wasn’t from the alcohol in my bloodstream.

           “Steve, you’re up,” Bucky said as he sat back down in the armchair. “Truth or dare.”

           “Dare.”

           “I dare you to tell everyone what happened that night with Mandy White.”

           Steve’s face darkened as he glared at his best friend. “That’s not fair, jerk. We promised we’d never talk about that night again.”

           Bucky had a wicked grin on his face – A look I’d never seen on him before. I wondered if the Bucky that Steve knew from all those years ago was this Bucky now; carefree, light and mischievous.

           “Who’s Mandy White?” Wanda asked, and Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

           “Tell them, Stevie.”

           “She’s a prostitute,” he finally grumbled. “Buck and I were in high school and we snuck into a bar in Brooklyn. This dame – Mandy – took an interest in me right off the bat.” He shook his head in disgust. “That should have been the first clue, but I was a dumb kid. I didn’t clue in till she pulled me into the bathroom and told me she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her for the right price.”

           Bucky was howling with laughter, as were Sam and Nat. Wanda was giggling, and I was biting my lip to keep from laughing because I knew Steve was already embarrassed enough.

           “Poor Stevie,” I breathed. “Look at it this way, though; you’re Captain America now. If you met her now, she’d probably pay to have sex with you.”

           Steve scowled at me. “Yes, (Y/N), because that makes me feel so much better,” he said. “Moving on. Truth or dare?”

           I bit my lip, but Steve wasn’t a threat. He was too sweet to play along with whatever Sam and Nat had going on.

           “Truth,” I said, and Steve grinned.

           “Have you ever had inappropriate thoughts about another member of the team?”

           Sam whooped and Nat was smirking. Cheeks hot, I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, right now,” I hissed. “Does contemplating kicking all your asses count as inappropriate?”

           “Easy, (Y/N),” Nat chuckled. “You know that’s not what Steve meant.”

           I scowled. “I’ll pass. Hand me the tequila.”

           Steve shook his head. “Uh-uh, no more shots for awhile,” he ordered. “I never asked you to tell us who. Just answer the question with a yes or no.”

           I sucked in a sharp breath, casting my eyes to my hands. “Yes,” I finally admitted, and I could practically feel the satisfaction rolling off of Natasha. Pursing my lips, I stood. “I’m gonna go get some water, I’ll be right back.”

           I left the common room, my cheeks burning. Just as I’d expected, Nat followed me out to the kitchen, and I turned on her.

           “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped. She gave me an innocent look.

           “I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/N).”

           “The fuck you don’t. I expected it from you and maybe Wanda, but Sam and even Steve?” I shook my head in disbelief. “When I told you I liked Bucky, that was in confidence, Nat. The last thing I needed was for you to tell his best friend!” I groaned and sat down at the island, burying my face in my hands. “Now everyone’s gonna know…”

           “I didn’t tell anyone, (Y/N), and I’m offended that you think I would,” Nat told me. “I wouldn’t have to tell anyone anyway. Everyone in the compound knows how you feel about Barnes.”

           My head shot up. “What?” I hissed, and Nat shrugged.

           “I mean, you are an excellent fighter, but when it comes to hiding your emotions you’re terrible,” she said. “Everyone can see it.”

           I felt as if I were going to be sick. “Does he know?” I whispered in a panic.

           “Nope.” Nat shook her head. “But he’s probably the only one. The guy has to be pretty clueless.”

           I shook my head. “So this whole game thing was just everyone trying to push us together?”

           “We’re all rooting for you, (Y/N),” Nat chuckled. “We want you to be happy, and we all want Barnes to stop being so antisocial, too.” She cocked her head to the side. “Although he’s a lot more fun tonight than he’s ever been before.”

           “He’s not antisocial, he’s just nervous to get close to people,” I defended, and Nat grinned.

           “Which is why we’re giving you both gentle nudges towards each other. Now come back out. I promise I won’t put you in any more awkward situations if you promise to loosen up and flirt a little with him.”

           “I wouldn’t know what to say –”

           “(Y/N), I’ve seen you charm even the most sour of people. Just be yourself and stop being so nervous.”

           So I followed her back out to the common room. I noticed that everyone had changed seats, and the only free space was the spot next to Bucky on the couch. I suspected Nat had something to do with this and I shot her a look but she was all of a sudden very interested in her drink. Biting my lip, I sat down next to Bucky.

           “Hope you’re recovered enough to play another drinking game,” Sam said to me, and I narrowed my eyes.

           “Why?”

           “Never have I ever!” Wanda exclaimed. “I’ll start. Never have I ever been arrested.”

           Everyone but me drank, but even if I had meant to I couldn’t. I’d finished my last beer and hadn’t bothered to get another drink. After Bucky set down his own drink he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a glass, handing it to me.

           “Vodka lime,” he said, and then he gave me a rueful smile. “Steve told me it was your favourite so I mixed you up one when I got myself a drink.”

           “Thank you,” I murmured, in shock that he’d even thought of me. He grinned.      

           “I would have given it to you a minute ago, but I figured you wouldn’t need to drink,” he chuckled. “You’re too new to the team to have ever been arrested before.”

           I ducked my head, blushing. Before I could say anything, though, Sam was speaking.

           “Never have I ever,” he said, “made out with an Olympic athlete.”

           No one drank but Sam, and we all groaned.

           “Sam, you gotta stop bringing that up,” Steve said. “We get it. You made out with Genie Bouchard in a bar in Montreal once. We’ve heard the story a hundred times.”

           Sam frowned. “Well sorry if y’all haven’t led as exciting a life as me.”

           Bucky rolled his eyes. “My turn,” he said. “Never have I ever thrown up on the Cyclone at Coney Island.”

           Steve was the only one to drink this time, and Bucky snickered when he shot him a dirty look. Natasha shook her head.

           “The point is to pick statements that more than one person can drink to, guys, c’mon,” she said. “Never have I ever had sex in a public place.”

           Everyone but Steve and Wanda drank this time. I was surprised when Bucky lifted his glass to his lips to take a drink, but then I remembered that Steve had told me that Bucky had been quite the ladies’ man back in their day. It was just so hard to picture the surly, quiet man beside me having ever been a big flirt.

           “Never have I ever stolen a car,” Steve offered, and everyone but Wanda and I drank. Nat narrowed her eyes at Steve.

           “That truck we stole to get to Jersey, you called it ‘borrowing’,” she said, using her hands to make air quotes around the last word. Steve shrugged.

           “It is what it is.”

           “Alright.” I clapped my hands together to draw everyone’s attention back to the game. “Never have I ever had sex on at least three different continents.”

           Nat, Wanda, Sam and I all drank. Bucky frowned.

           “Two,” he murmured. “So close.”

           Steve cocked an eyebrow at him and he grinned.

           “If you think there weren’t some European girls that didn’t want a night with an American sergeant then you’re crazy, Steve,” he teased, and Steve rolled his eyes. I pursed my lips, not wanting to think of Bucky with other girls. Nat must’ve seen my face because she quickly changed the subject.

           “Never have I ever,” she said, “fallen asleep during sex.”

           Only her and Sam drank, and I laughed. “Must have been pretty bad to have fallen asleep,” I remarked, and Nat rolled her eyes.

           “I hate vanilla sex,” she groaned, “and this guy was as boring as it gets.”

           “I was just really tired,” Sam explained. “The girl I was with got very offended, though. She left and wouldn’t answer any of my calls after that.”

           “I don’t blame her,” Bucky snorted. “You don’t leave a girl hanging like that, no matter how tired you are.”

           I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks warm at his words. Before him and Sam could get into one of their infamous disputes, however, Wanda spoke up.

           “Never have I ever had a sex dream about someone on the team.”

           Sam narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s not fair, you’re dating someone on the team,” he accused, referring to Vision. Wanda shrugged.

           “I stand by my statement,” she said as she took a drink.

           Begrudgingly, Sam took a drink, and then so did Nat and even Steve. I hesitated; of course, I’d had multiple, with the man sitting right next to me having starred in all of them. Cheeks burning, I finally lifted my glass to my lips to take a gulp while keeping my eyes downcast. Just when I thought I was the last one, out of the corner of my eye I saw Bucky take a drink. I tried not to overthink it, but my mind was racing. There were only so many women on the team, and I was going to drive myself mad wondering which one he had dreamt about.

           “Well, my drink is gone,” Wanda said, interrupting my thoughts, “and that’s probably it for me. I’m definitely feeling it now. If I want to get up at all tomorrow I should quit while I’m ahead.”

           Nat frowned. “Don’t go to bed yet!” she protested. “It’s still early.”

           “It’s two in the morning,” Steve snorted.

           “We could do something that doesn’t involve drinking, if y’all wanna stay up,” Sam suggested. “Poker?”

           Steve and Bucky agreed enthusiastically, as did Nat. Wanda shook her head.

           “Vis is probably waiting for me to go to bed. I should probably head upstairs.”

           We said goodnight to her, and then Steve looked at me. “(Y/N), you want to play?”

           “I don’t know how,” I admitted, and Steve shrugged.

           “We can teach you.”

           “No, you guys go ahead and play. I’ll stay up and watch, though. I’m not quite ready for bed yet.”

           So Nat found a deck of cards and the game started. I settled myself into the cushions of the couch with my legs crossed underneath me, nursing the rest of my vodka lime. Bucky looked over to me, a playful grin on his face.

           “Now don’t go tellin’ anyone what cards I’ve got, doll,” he teased, and with some of Thor’s liquor in him his Brooklyn accent was coming out. It was the first time I’d heard it and I smiled.

           “No worries,” I giggled, still feeling the effects of the alcohol myself. “I’ll keep my poker face on.”

           Steve snorted. “You’re in trouble then, Buck,” he warned. “(Y/N) has a terrible poker face.”

           I pouted at Steve, but Bucky shot me a warm smile. “I trust her,” he murmured, and my insides warmed. I gave him a shy smile in return, and he winked at me before turning his attention back to the game.

           For awhile I was enjoying watching them. There probably wasn’t a better group out there to watch – Each of them had perfected their poker faces. Years of military experience, and in Nat and Bucky’s cases years of being assassins and spies, would have trained them to know how to hold a blank face. They had also been drinking, though, and would slip up every once in awhile. I took note of each of their tells; Sam would scrunch his nose, Steve would rub the back of his neck, Nat’s eyes would dart quickly between the four of them, and the muscle in Bucky’s jaw would twitch.

           As hard as I tried to keep up, however, eventually it got too difficult. The lack of rest I’d gotten on the mission was finally catching up to me, and the liquor as well as just sitting there not doing anything wasn’t helping. I yawned, and Nat looked across the table at me.

           “Not you, too,” she said, and I shook my head.

           “I’m good,” I told her, even though I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Steve chuckled.

           “You’re stubborn as hell is what you are,” he taunted, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

           “I can go for hours.”

           But I could not. Not long after I could feel myself drifting, and I kept trying to force myself awake but my body wasn’t having it.

           “(Y/N), you really should go to bed,” Sam told me. “You look like you’re barely awake over there.”

           I wanted to argue, but I knew he was right so I just nodded instead. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night,” I murmured. I stretched out my legs and made to stand, but it had been a couple of hours since I’d been on my feet and with the liquor still running through my bloodstream, I was a little dizzy and stumbled a bit.

           The next thing I knew, Bucky was up and at my side, a hand on my back to steady me.

           “Easy, doll,” he murmured. “You alright?”

           I blushed. “Just tired,” I mumbled. “And I need some water, I think.”

           Bucky nodded, and then he slipped his arm around my waist. “Let’s get you some water and then make sure you get to bed, then,” he murmured, and he turned to look at the others. “I fold the next few rounds, I’m gonna take care of (Y/N) and then I’ll be back.”

           I’m pretty sure Nat was giving me a look but I didn’t turn around to check before Bucky was leading me out of the common room. When we got to the kitchen he sat me in a stool before going to pour me a glass of water. When he came back over, my eyes were half-lidded and he let out a soft chuckle before shaking his head.

           “We need to get you to bed,” he said. “You’ve had a long few days. D’you think you can make it to the elevator?”

           “Yeah,” I mumbled, sliding out of the stool onto my feet unsteadily. With my glass of water in one hand, Bucky set his other hand on my back and led me to the elevator.

           “(Y/N)’s floor please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Bucky said to the AI.

           “Right away, Sergeant Barnes.”

           The elevator began to move, and I leaned heavily against Bucky. He was warm and he smelled like soap, and I could feel myself drifting.

           By the time the elevator stopped, I was barely awake. Without hesitating and without any difficulty, Bucky gathered me in his arms bridal-style and carried me down the hall to my room. I laid my head on his shoulder and my arms wound loosely around his neck, and all I could think was that I was comfortable enough to fall asleep right there.

           Bucky opened my door and carried me inside without switching on the lights. He set my water on the bedside table before gently lowering me to the bed, and then he reached for the water, handing it to me.

           “Drink some, doll,” he urged, “or you’ll regret it in the morning.”

           I gulped down a few mouthfuls before setting the glass back on the bedside table clumsily. “Thank you,” I mumbled, “for taking care of me.”

           Bucky gave me a warm smile that sent my heart fluttering. “No worries, doll. Now get some sleep, okay? You need it.”

           “So do you,” I said quietly, and when his brow furrowed I continued. “You barely slept ten hours the whole week we were on the mission.”

           He shook his head and chuckled. “You don’t miss much, do you?” he mused, and then he gave me another smile. “I promise to get some sleep if you do. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

           “Night,” I mumbled. He had turned and nearly made it to the door when something – most likely the liquor – drove me to do what I did next. “Bucky?” I said softly.

           He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to me. “What is it, doll?”

           “Will you stay with me?”

           My voice had been barely above a whisper and for a minute I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me, but then I remembered that being a supersoldier there was no doubt that he had heard it. His eyes widened slightly, and then he pursed his lips.

           “(Y/N), I don’t know –”

           “Please?” I bit my lip. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

           He looked torn, but finally he crossed the room and motioned for me to slide over. I did, and he pulled back the covers for me to crawl under before following me.

           “Come here, doll,” he murmured, stretching out his arm across the pillow, and I scooted closer to snuggle into his side. He tugged me close, and between the warmth of his body and the steady, even rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, it wasn’t long before I started drifting. I vaguely remembered feeling something – his lips, maybe? – brush against my temple lightly, and then I was out.

           When I woke up the next morning, my whole body felt heavy and I regretted drinking so much right after a gruelling mission. I stretched, letting out a soft groan, but my movements disturbed the arm that had been draped loosely across my stomach. I froze – I had forgotten in my drunken state that I had asked Bucky to stay the night, and now I was panicking. Before I could even try to come up with a way out of this situation, though, Bucky was shifting and blinking his eyes open.

           “Hey, doll,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “How are you feelin’?”

           “Hungover,” I admitted in a small voice, and Bucky chuckled. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes.

           “I actually think I might be, too,” he said. “I haven’t been hungover in decades. That Asgardian alcohol is killer.” He paused, and then looked over at me. His blue eyes were tired, but he looked more at ease than I think I’d ever seen him. “Did you sleep well?” he asked me.

           I bit my lip, then nodded. “I did,” I told him, blushing. “You?”

           Bucky’s smile was warm. “Better than I have in awhile,” he admitted.

           “I’m sorry if asking you to stay last night was weird,” I blurted out, and then ducked my head. “I was drunk and overtired and –”

           I didn’t get to finish my explanation, however, because all of a sudden Bucky was leaning in to close the distance between us. His lips pressed to mine and my body froze even though my mind was screaming at me to do something while my heart was nearly hammering out of my chest.

           Bucky pulled away, his cheeks tinted pink. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I wanted to do that all night last night but everyone was always around and then you were so tired…”

           I blinked. He was looking at me with increasingly worried eyes, and finally I found my voice.

           “Wait – You wanted to kiss me?”

           “That’s what I said,” he chuckled, and then he bit his lip. “Is that okay?”

           Instead of answering, I pulled his face back to mine. He caught on quickly, rolling his body so that he was overtop of me as our lips connected, his flesh hand coming up to cradle my head while he used his metal arm to support himself. His tongue probed at my lips until they yielded to him, and as our breaths mingled together my hands reached up to grip at Bucky’s waist.

           “You have no idea how hard it was holding myself back from taking you upstairs last night after that dare with the body shot and doing this then,” Bucky murmured, skimming his nose along my jaw and then kissing my throat lightly. My breath hitched and I felt him smile against my skin. “You like that, doll?”

           “Yes,” I whispered, my voice thick. Bucky pulled away enough to look at me, his blue irises nearly swallowed up by his lust-blown pupils, but there was a softness there as well as he smiled at me.

           “Good,” he murmured, “because I want to do this every day, doll, if you’ll let me.”

           I was temporarily snapped out of my haze, and I looked at him with my brow furrowed. “What are you saying?” I asked uncertainly, and Bucky’s smile was shy.

           “I like you, (Y/N),” he told me. “A lot. I have for awhile now, but I never knew how to tell you…”

           “So this wasn’t just brought on by the drinking games and the liquor and me asking you to stay last night?”

           Bucky chuckled as he shook his head. “Not at all, doll,” he assured me, and then he began to pepper kisses along my jaw. “I want you every day, if you’ll have me.”    

           His actions were confident but his eyes were nervous, and I reached up to cup his cheek in my hand. His skin was warm and the stubble on his face was rough, but he leaned into my touch as his eyes drifted shut and I knew in that moment that this beautiful man – this man that I had been pining over for months – really did feel for me the way I felt for him.

           “Show me just how much you want me, Sergeant,” I said in a husky voice as I looked up at him. “I’m yours.”

           Bucky made a quiet noise in the back of his throat, and then he crushed his lips to mine with feverish passion. My hands slid up under the hem of his t-shirt to slide along the muscles of his back, my fingernails grazing his skin lightly and drawing a growl from his throat. Disconnecting our kiss, he sat back on his knees and yanked the t-shirt over his head before tossing it carelessly to the floor. I sat up, tracing my fingertips over the planes of his abdomen, and when I looked up his eyes were blue fire, causing my stomach to flip in anticipation. Tugging lightly at my shirt, he stared at me as if waiting for my permission. I nodded and then the shirt was on the floor with his.

           Bucky’s lips latched onto one of my nipples and I let out a quiet moan, arching my back towards him. As his mouth alternated between my breasts his flesh hand toyed with the waistband of my leggings before slipping past it and underneath my panties. When his fingertips slid through my folds my moan was louder, and he pulled away from my breasts to smirk at me.

           “So wet, doll,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “This all for me?”

           “Mmm…” I managed to hum, and then Bucky was retracting his hand and I let out a soft whine at the loss of contact. He brought his fingers to his mouth to lick away my juices and a fresh wave of heat flooded to my core.

           “So fucking sweet,” he breathed. “I’m gonna have to get a better taste.”

           The next thing I knew, I was on my back and he had yanked the rest of my clothes off in one swift move, leaving me entirely naked under his hungry eyes. At this point I was practically aching to be touched and it must have showed on my face because Bucky flashed me a sinful grin before spreading my legs with his hands and diving in to swipe his tongue along the length of my folds.

           My hips bucked upward at the sudden contact and I let out a gasp. Bucky’s hands reached up to hold my hips in place as his mouth worked over me, drawing whimpers and moans from me. It didn’t take long for him to bring me to release, a panting and sweating mess tangled in the sheets.

           Bucky pressed a few light kisses to the inside of my thigh before he was sliding up my body and claiming my lips in a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal to my core.

           “Need you now,” I managed to huff out, grinding myself against his still-clothed erection, and Bucky grinned before quickly shedding the rest of his clothing. He slid his solid member through my folds slowly and I groaned, glaring up at him.

           “Stop teasing,” I hissed. “There’s plenty of time for that later, but if you don’t fuck me right now I honest to god might explode.”

           As I spoke my legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer to me. His eyes were dark as pitch and he growled before lining up with my entrance and sliding in with one thrust. I hadn’t been prepared for his size and my eyes fluttered shut as I let out a breathless, “James…”

           He stilled inside of me, and when I opened my eyes, he was regarding me with a mixture of shock, desire and tenderness. “Say it again,” he murmured huskily.

           “James,” I whispered, and then he was crushing his lips to mine and rolling his hips into me. My nails dug into his back, wanting to pull him as close to me as possible, and he pressed his face against my neck to suck lightly at my throat. It didn’t take long before I could feel my second orgasm that morning coming on, and I knew Bucky was also nearing release because his thrusts were getting sloppier. I dug my heels into his back as my hands grasped at his arms, opening my eyes to find that he was already looking at me.

           “James…” I breathed. “I wanna feel you come inside me, James, please.”

           “Fuck, doll,” he groaned, and then with a couple more thrusts he was spilling inside me with a grunt. His orgasm brought on my own and I cried out, my head pushing back into the pillows as my back arched up into Bucky’s body. As we came down from our highs he cradled me in his arms as he rolled us over to our sides, his now-softened member slipping out of my tender heat. I let out a soft moan at the loss of his length, feeling a mixture of our juices dripping down my thigh. Bucky reached up to tuck a damp lock of hair behind my ear.

           “Was that okay?” he murmured, and I let out a breathless laugh.

           “Are you kidding me, Buck? That was a hell of a lot better than just okay. My only regret is that we haven’t been doing this all along.”

           Bucky chuckled, but he looked relieved. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

           I rolled on top of him, pressing my lips to his. “Guess that just means we’ll have to make up for all that lost time,” I teased, wiggling my hips against his and grinning delightedly in finding out he was already half-hard again. Bucky smirked as he lifted his hands to grasp my hips, but just before he could lift me up to pull me down onto him, a shout echoed through the compound, followed by laughter and then the sound of glass breaking. Bucky and I stilled.

           “I will kill you!” we heard Clint roar, and I giggled.

           “Guess Clint found the dog food. Should we go make sure Sam doesn’t get himself killed?”

           Bucky shook his head. “Nah, Wilson’s a grown man, he can take care of himself,” he murmured, sitting up to place kisses along my jaw. “Now, where were we?”

           I caught his lips with mine and was just about to line him up with my entrance when this time F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted us.

           “Sergeant Barnes, Ms. (Y/L/N), Mr. Stank requests that everyone meet him in the board room immediately.”

           Both Bucky and I burst out laughing, and when we finally calmed down enough to catch our breaths I said, “I suppose we should get dressed and get down there before Tony sends someone looking for us.”

           “Yes, because I have nothing better to do right this moment than deal with an angry Barton and an angry Stark.”

           I grinned and kissed him quickly before rolling off of him and pulling on a sweatshirt. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” I told him. “After all, we’ve got all the time in the world now.”

[wizardofrozz]

Put to the Test

Summary: Rosalia and Bucky meet at a famous Tony Stark party when Rosalia joins the Avenger, but something doesn’t quite feel right.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of implied smut

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

A/N: I’m a little nervous about this series; I love it but I’m anxious about anyone else liking it lol. Also, flashbacks are in italics.

Chapter 1: Well, hello

My eyes fluttered open as the sun peaked through my window across the room. I blinked, feeling unrested and groggy before rolling over check the time: 7:50. I rolled back over, groaning, praying I could fall back asleep for a little longer. I laid in bed for a few more minutes, but my chances of sleeping again were long gone. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, getting up to stretch. I shivered at the sudden chill in the air; apparently, no one thought to turn the heat on in the compound last night; I rolled my eyes, grabbed sweatpants and a hoodie before heading for the kitchen. I walked through the doorway, and the smell of brewing coffee greeted me, but I didn’t see anyone in the kitchen. I looked around for clues to who else could possibly be awake this early. I shrugged and made my way to a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen and sat down, waiting for the coffee pot to beep, letting me know it was done. After a few minutes, I felt sparks explode across my shoulder and travel down my arm; I gasped, sitting up straighter, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. I knew exactly who was awake at this point and turned in time to see him sit on the stool next to me.

           “Morning, Bucky bear,” I smiled at him. A goofy, groggy grin spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled when he looked at me.

           “Morning doll, what are you doing up so early?” he stretched his arms over his head as he spoke, testing the strength of the tank top he had on as it struggled to keep his broad chest covered.

           “I couldn’t sleep anymore. I slept like shit anyway, so I guess I’ll be making it through the day of caffeine and willpower.” I glanced over at the coffee pot wishing it would brew faster.

           “Well, looks like we might need another pot of coffee. I slept like shit too, couldn’t stay asleep no matter how hard I tried,” he glared at the countertop before glancing up at me.

           “Phantom pain again?” I reached over to touch him but decided against it at the last minute, but he didn’t seem to notice. He answered with a grunt as he rubbed his left arm before sighing and putting his head down on the counter.

           “You’d think after all this time, it would stop hurting. I guess the cold nights don’t help,” he stood up suddenly and walked over to the coffee pot when it finally beeped. He grabbed a cup out of the cabinet, filled it with coffee, caramel sauce, a handful of ice cubes, and topped it off with milk before sliding it across the island to me.

           “Aw, Bucky, you remembered,” I smiled at him as I took a sip and sighed, thank god for caffeine. “Hey, aren’t you going to have some too? You made it.”

           “Yeah, but I’m going to jump in the shower quickly,” he made his way around the island, “don’t drink it all without me.” He smiled and reached out to touch my arm but stopped short, frowned, then cleared his throat and headed for the shower. Once he left the room, I sighed, cursing that damn compromise we made weeks ago. I think back on it periodically; it was over a month ago, my first night at the compound, which happened to be a famous Tony Stark party.

 ***

I was excited; I’d finally get the chance to meet the entire Avengers team after hearing about them from Nat endlessly. Knowing Nat for as long as I have meant that when she was welcomed to the Avengers, I heard all about them until I was asked to join Earth’s Mightiest Heroes too.

           “Hey, you ready?” Nat said from my doorway where she was leaning. “Woah, look at you, these guys are going to lose their mind,” she smiled as she walked in and continued to check out my outfit. I picked out a short sleeve, tight, floor-length, black dress speckled with glitter; I slid on the heels Nat let me borrow.

           “Well, I have to make an impression, don’t I?” I smirked at her before turning back to the mirror to finish putting my earring in.

           “Oh honey, you’re going to leave an impression those men will remember until the day they die.” I laughed as she wandered over to my bed and sat down.

           “Oh, come on, I doubt these guys will be that fixated,” I said as I turned away from the mirror and looked at her.

           “Well, I guess we’ll see then,” she smirked and stood.

           “Okay, so who else am I meeting tonight?” I asked, walking towards her.

           “You’ve met Rogers, Tony, Clint, and Wanda already, so that leaves Peter, Thor, Sam, Bruce, oh and Bucky,” she nodded when she was sure that was everyone.

           “Well, let’s go. I need a drink,” I looped my arm with hers, and we headed for the party. “Wait, who’s Bucky? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention him,” she didn’t answer; she just smiled and led me towards the steps. We walked down the steps, and the party was in full swing by the time we made it there. As we got closer to the bottom, something inside me forced me to look at the middle of the room, where a group of men stood talking; my eyes fell on one of them, at that exact moment he turned his head. His eyes darted around the room; I knew he felt me looking at him, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him no matter how hard I tried. Finally, he looked up at the steps, and our eyes met for a brief moment before Nat snapped in front of my face.

           “Hey, earth to Roz,” I shook my head and looked at her.

           “Sorry, I’m just captivated by all this,” I lied as I smiled at her.

           “Oh, I know, Stark never skimps on a party, but you’ll get used to it. The first party can be overwhelming,” she laughed as we reached the bottom of the steps. She stood on her toes to look over the crowd before grabbed my hand and pulling me with her. “Come on; I see the guys.”

           “Nat, you’re going to rip my arm off,” I laughed as I followed her. We made our way through the crowd before stopping short in front of the group of men I saw from the steps.

           “Hey guys, I want to introduce you to Rosalia, Roz for short. Stark finally managed to get her here.” She turned to me and smiled before introducing them. “This is Thor,” she pointed to a large man standing at the center of the semi-circle of men, he was huge, handsome, and he knew it.

           “Pleasure to meet you, Thor Odinson,” he reached for my hand, bending down and placed a kiss on the back of my hand without breaking eye contact. I assumed I was blushing, but my face never warmed, but I did smile at him.

           “This is Sam Wilson,” Nat pointed to a shorter, handsome man who looked tiny standing next to Thor.

           “Hi, nice to meet you; Natasha talks about you a lot,” he shot me a flirty smile and shook my hand.

           “Then we have Bruce,” this time, Nat touched his arm instead of just pointing. I made sure to make a mental note of that so I could bug her about it later.

           “Hello, Dr. Bruce Banner, Nat has told me a lot about you,” he had a friendly smile, but he seemed very jittery.

           “Then there’s Peter Parker,” I looked at where she pointed and saw a young boy, who could only be about 16, that looked like he just saw an angel.

           “H-Hi, nice to meet you, you’re beautiful,” his cheeks turned red when everyone else laughed, but I smiled at him.

           “That’s very sweet, thank you,” he smiled, and his face flushed a deeper pink before Nat grabbed my attention again.

           “And finally, this is Sergeant James Barnes,” I followed where she was pointing too, and my eyes fell on the man I saw from the steps. His beautiful blue eyes were what caught me off guard, along with how physically intimidating he was. He had broad shoulders, along with massive, muscular arms. I noticed he moved his left arm oddly as he switched his drink to his left hand to reach out and shake my hand.

           “Please, call me Bucky. I haven’t gone by Sergeant in a long time,” he smiled at me and grabbed my hand. The most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced came over me; time seemed to stand still. My whole body felt like it was on fire, but thankfully, not in a painful way, almost comforting. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was firing simultaneously, and the sensation took my breath away. I could tell by the awed look on his face he was feeling the same thing. Finally, we both let go, and reality came rushing back, and we were standing in the middle of the party surrounded by the rest of the Avengers. I quickly looked at Bruce, Sam, Peter, Thor, and Nat, but no one seemed to notice what just happened, but I didn’t have much time before Nat grabbed my arm and pulled me towards to bar.

           “I want a drink. I know you could use one too” luckily, she was facing away from me.

           “You can say that again,” I whispered as I followed her. We ordered our drinks, and I tried to shake off what just happened before Nat started asking questions.

           “So what do you think?” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

           “So do they only hire attractive men,” we giggled before turning our back on the bar. “So, what’s with you and Dr. Banner?” I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her.

           “When I figure that out, I’ll tell you,” she smiled then looked over at Bruce. I followed her gaze and noticed Bucky wasn’t standing there anymore, I started to scan the room, but I didn’t make it far when someone cleared their throat behind me.

           “Can I join you for a drink?” his deep voice sent chills down my spine, but I turned to find Bucky standing behind me. He towered over me by at least half a foot; I glanced back to where Nat was standing, but she was already walking away towards where Steve had walked into the room, throwing a shitty smile over her shoulder.

           “Yeah, I’d like that,” I threw back the rest of my drink. “I could use another if you do,” he smirked and nodded.

           “What’s your poison?” he asked as he leaned closer to hear me over the music.

           “Whiskey on the rocks, please,” I smiled as he pulled back.

           “Oh man, a woman after my heart,” he smirked again and ordered our drinks. We grabbed them off the bar then he motioned for me to follow him to the end of the bar. We stood there for what seemed like hours, drinking and talking until we realized that the party was starting to die down. I don’t know what came over me, but I leaned towards Bucky and stood on my toes to get closer to his ear.

           “Why don’t we continue this party upstairs, my room?” I moved back and winked; a smile spread across his face. He threw back the last of his drink and stretched his left arm out to let me go first. I noticed the odd movement of that arm again but shook it off and headed for the steps that led to my room; I felt him following close behind. We finally made it to the door of my room; I opened it and stepped aside so he could walk in; I noticed that somewhere along the way, he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. He caught me looking and winked as he made his way through the doorway; I looked up and down the hall to make sure no one saw us before slipping into the room, closing the door, and leaning against it. He stood in the middle of the room, and oddly enough, he wasn’t looking at me; he was looking around the room. Bucky must have felt me looking at him because he turned his attention back to me; he smirked and took a few steps closer.

           “You really blow my mind, you know that?” the smile had vanished from his face, but his pupils grew, trying to take in as much of me as he could.

           “No, I didn’t. Why don’t you tell me why Sergeant Barnes?” I moved my face closer as I talked. A low, almost growl came from his chest, causing me to shiver. Our faces were so close that if one of us even twitched, our lips would touch. For a moment, I thought I said something that upset him because he moved away a few inches, but then his lips crashed into mine. The force of his body moving forward pushed me up against the door; his whole body held me against the door. My fingers found the belt loops of his suit pants; his hands settled on either side of my head against the door. The only thing that was off was the insane sensation that tore through me the second our lips touched; it startled me so much I opened my eyes at the same time Bucky did too. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before he moved back suddenly, and I stumbled forward. I caught myself trying to catch my breath and noticed that Bucky had stumbled back too and was sitting on my bed, with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath too.

           “What the fuck was that?” he said through deep breaths.

           “I was about to ask you the same thing,” I replied, panting. After a few more seconds, our breathing evened out, and I pushed away from the door, moving to the corner of the bed opposite Bucky. “I-I’ve never felt anything like that. Can I assume you’re feeling the same thing I am?”

           “What do you feel?” he turned his head towards me with a concerned look.

           “I-it’s like someone, I don’t know, released hundreds of thousands of butterflies loose inside me, but they are all on fire. Like every nerve ending is ready to explode,” I turned my face away from him, praying that I didn’t just embarrass myself.

           “Wow, that’s a pretty perfect explanation,” he let out a breath that he was holding in and relaxed some before scooting closer to me, just far enough that we weren’t touching.

           “What does this even mean??” my head was spinning; I had no idea what was going on. We sat in silence, stuck in our heads before we both turned and opened our mouths to talk at the same time. We both giggled and looked away before finally looking at each other again; something about him brought a weird feeling over me. He seemed so familiar. “Okay, so what are we supposed to do, Bucky?” I tried to keep my voice even.

           “I don’t know; this may sound weird, and please tell me if it does, but I don’t want this to stop. Something inside me keeps screaming for me to stay here, near you,” Bucky trailed off and looked at the floor. I almost reached out to him, but we needed to get through this conversation without getting sidetracked.

           “It’s not weird because I was thinking the same thing,” his head shot up, and our eyes met. The relief on his face squeezed my heart; he sat up some and turned his entire body towards me, and I did the same. “I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I don’t want to just shut the door on it either, but we have to try and figure out what it is because, don’t get me wrong, it’s the most amazing feeling, but it’s not normal. The world we live in, Bucky, it makes me worry it’s not innocent,” I sighed.

           “I agree. I want it to be innocent. A sign we are supposed to have met, but I’m not that native,” a frown grew on Bucky’s face, but when he turned his face towards me, he tried to hide how he felt. We both turned our bodies, so we were facing the door again, in hopes of hiding how we felt from the other. “What do we do? Stay away from each other?”

           “I was thinking about digging into S.H.I.E.L.D files and see if I can find anything. Maybe there is a record from our pasts that can shine some light on this,” I moved my hand back and forth between us.

           “Good idea, but does that mean we stay away from each other? Or can we continue where we left off,” he smirked, leaning closer.

           “Sadly, I think holding back until we have some more information would be best, just in case. But when do we just accept it and move on? When is it enough time? I don’t want to wait forever for something that we may never have an answer to,” I had started to wring my hands as I spoke.

           “I wish you weren’t right, part of me wants to argue, but with everything that I’ve seen and been through, I can’t help but worry. Let’s give it a few weeks; if we can’t find anything, maybe we can talk to Bruce and see if he can run any tests, see if anything weird shows up,” he looked hopefully.

           “Okay, deal, keep our distance, no touching or anything, and if we can’t find anything, we’ll go to Bruce. I do think we should keep it to ourselves until we either know something or have to tell someone,” I sighed and looked at the floor, trying to hide my disappointment.

           “Yeah, I think that’s for the best, but do we have to stay away until then? Can’t we meet a couple of times a week? No touching, but I’d like to get to know you,” he looked at me, but I didn’t meet his gaze. Every fiber in my being screamed to say yes, but something still made me feel like I should say no.

           “Fuck it, yeah, a couple of nights a week we can go for a walk or whatever we want and talk. If we find out that it's fine, we aren’t going to turn to dust or some other crazy shit, it would be helpful to know each other,” I smiled. He laughed, I mean really laughed, and nodded his head.

           “Deal,” he said through chuckles. I smiled at him; I yearned to run my hands through his shoulder-length hair, just touch him in some way. As if he read my mind, I felt fireworks explode up my back and down my leg when his hand found my thigh. I didn’t realize how close he was until I turned my head, and our noses almost touched. Every nerve ending in my body was alive, my entire body was on fire, and everything felt incredible. Bucky’s breath on my face felt like pure bliss, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hand up to the collar of his open shirt. I ran my hand over Bucky’s collar bone then back to the base of his neck before running my hand up to his neck to his hair. A sound came out of Bucky that was a mix of a gasp and moan; I didn’t realize his other hand was moving up my back until he roughly grabbed the back of my neck. “Sorry, but right now, I don’t care about what we agreed on,” the words came out as a growl. He pulled me to him at the same time as I grabbed a fistful of his hair to do the same. Our lips met, and I felt like I might burst; he kissed me like he might never get to again. I opened my mouth, and his tongue slid in, dancing with mine. I smacked his hand off my leg with my free hand, then pulled myself on top of him, straddling him. Bucky moaned into my mouth before releasing his grip on my neck, running his hands up my legs instead. My body felt like it was vibrating from the constant sparks exploding all over me until I noticed an odd sensation on my right leg. We finally pulled apart, but I touched my forehead to his; the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

           “Okay, we have to stop until we know what’s going on,” I weakly giggled as I played with his hair.

           “As much as I don’t want to, I have to say I agree,” he sighed through deep breaths. I opened my eyes and saw that he was already looking at me; I pulled my head back some to get a better look at him as I climbed off him to stand back and admire him. He moved his arms behind himself to hold his weight up; the sleeve on his left arm rode up, and I saw what looked like black metal; I turned my head slightly to try and get a better look.

           “Bucky, what’s wrong with your arm?” I said softly, not taking my eyes off it. For a split-second, fear flashed across his face, but when our eyes met, it disappeared. He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt, and thank god he has a tank top on under it to reveal metal that started at his shoulder.

           “Yeah, I should probably explain this,” he looked at the floor.

***

          “Damnit,” Bucky’s yell snapped me out of the memory. I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway to the kitchen, rolling his left shoulder while rubbing his hair with a towel in his right hand.

           “Goddamn Bucky, you scared the shit out of me,” my breathing steadied again when he pulled out the stool next to me and heavily dropped onto it.

           “Sorry, doll, apparently multitasking isn’t one of my enhanced abilities,” he smiled over at me. I shook my head and finished my coffee just as he decided to shake his head like a dog.

           “Bucky!” I yelled, trying to shield my face from the cold drops of water. He doubled over laughing, holding his side; I punched him in the arm before starting to giggle myself.

           “Okay, shithead, very funny,” I stuck my tongue out at him, which only made him laugh harder.

           “I can’t say I’m sorry because I’m not,” he finally said through giggles. He stood up, still laughing, and went to get himself a cup of coffee, then brought the pot, caramel and milk over to me. “Hey, we haven’t had a chance to have any of our dates this week. Want to go sit outside and talk for a while before we have to get ready to head out for our mission?” he poured our coffee then set it back on the coffee maker.

           “Yeah, I’d like that, as long as you don’t fling water at me again,” I smirked before mixing my coffee.

           “No promises,” he winked. He had already changed into a t-shirt and dark cargo pants, so that was my cue to do the same.

           “I’m going to change quickly. Can take my coffee with you, and I’ll meet you out there?” I asked, handing him my coffee. He nodded and made his way to the front of the compound.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 2

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It’s Just a Little Crush

Carol Danvers x Reader, Highschool AU

Requested by Anon: Can I request a carol x reader highshool fic where carol is the cool girl who has a huge crush on the reader the shy reserved girl. Her friends (the avengers) always tease her about her crush and put her in situations where she has to interact with her crush. Despite being the cool girl she gets so flustered around her crush and doesn’t know how to act normal, she’s pretty sure she’s in love and she had barely had a full conversation with her. Please make it as fluffy and romantic as possible.

Word Count: 1,532

A/N: Love highschool AU’s, here you go!

“I swear to god I hate algebra.” Carol groaned, slamming her head down on the desk, the sleeves of her letterman jacket scratching her face a little.

Her friends next to her laughed at her behavior before continuing on their homework. Natasha elbowed Carol’s side and she looked up at the redhead with a frown.

“What?” Carol whined, Natasha smirked, which was never a good sign.

“Your crush is walking over here,” Natasha commented, then pretended to get back to her work.

“And why would she do that?” Carol whispered urgently, trying to act normal and glaring at Natasha while fixing her jacket and brushing off her leggings, fixing her short hair and pulling out a few strands to dangle in front of her eyes before nervously pushing them back.

“Because Clint is calling her over.” Natasha winked at the blonde and got back to her algebra paper.

Before Carol could say anything back to Natasha, you walked over to her and asked the redhead if she needed any help, since Clint had practically been begging you for help earlier. Natasha grinned at you and said she didn’t, but Carol might.

“You really should move to our table, Carol’s hopeless at math,” Natasha remarked, you laughed as Carol elbowed her side lightly, subtly looking at you.

You wore a grey cardigan, a fav/color v-neck t-shirt, smoke grey ripped jeans, and black puma shoes. It was a simple outfit, but it looked gorgeous on you, your hair was let down, the soft hair/color hair falling onto your shoulders.

“That hopeless?” You asked, a shy smile on your face, Natasha nodded and lifted Carol’s paper to show you.

“It’s blank.” You commented the blonde glared at Natasha behind the paper before she set it down.

“Point in case, Clint already dragged your chair over here anyway.” Natasha shrugged, you turned around to find your bag slung on the back of a chair which was set up right behind you, you laughed and sat down, leaning over the desk to help Carol.

“Well, the first question isn’t that bad.” You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning back in your chair to look at Carol who looked completely stunned.

“Do you want me to give you the answers or explain it?” You asked Natasha leaned back in her chair, her head popping up behind Carol’s shoulder.

“If you explain it she might not need to copy the answers from us later.” She gestured to the rest of the team behind her, you laughed and went back to the paper, burying one hand in your hair and pointing the pencil to some of the numbers while explaining.

Carol was half focusing on what you were saying, most of her attention was on the way you bit your lip when you concentrated, the small strands of hair falling in your face which you kept pushing back, how you smiled and the way your eyes sparkled when you figured out the answer. You asked her in the middle of your explanation if she was understanding, Carol nodded, but at the end when you asked her what the answer was after explaining, she had no idea.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re serious? I just explained it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just not that great at math,” Carrol confessed, rubbing her neck bashfully, you rolled your eyes and started explaining again when the bell cut you off.

“Next time then.” You sighed, moving to pack up your things and put the chair back, Carol couldn’t help but be disappointed when you left.

“Y/n, you should come with us,” Tony shouted from across the room, you turned to face him, your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Really? But I told Peter I’d go get a bite with him.” You answered, walking out of the classroom doors with them.

“Peter said he was planning to hang out with us after, might as well come,” Natasha stated, smirking when she saw Carol’s blush.

“Might as well.” You shrugged nervously, biting the inside of your cheek and inhaling sharply as you followed them towards their lockers.

Their group was one of the most popular on campus, they called themselves the Avengers, Peter hung out with Tony a lot and invited you sometimes. You mainly knew them because you let them copy your work often and because Carol tried to talk to you often. But you’d never really been invited to hang out with them before, you mostly opted to talk with Ned and MJ.

Once they got to their lockers, Peter joined you and clapped you on the back while grinning and eating a burrito. Tony pulled out a speaker out of nowhere and started plugging it in with Peter’s help, ‘Crush’ by Jennifer Paige started playing through the speakers.

“This song is so old,” Carol muttered, leaning back against one of the lockers, you stood next to her, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

“It’s a classic, the remix by Campsite Dream is also decent.” You thought aloud, you and Carol started talking about music when you Tony started playing ‘Iron Man’ by Black Sabbath.

“I seriously doubt it’s worse than this,” Carol commented, gesturing to the speakers, Tony glared at her before backing away.

“Bet,” You grinned and went towards the speakers, finding the song you’d just mentioned before playing it.

Tony frowned when you changed the song, but it transformed into a grin when he realized what song you were playing. Peter recognized it instantly, the rest of the group took a few seconds to realize but smirked when they recognized the song. You shyly smirked and blew a kiss to Carol before increasing the volume

‘See you blowin' me a kiss

It doesn't take a scientist

To understand what's goin' on baby’

Carol blushed and shrunk into the lockers, pulling her letterman jacket around herself. You were about to leave to put your things in your locker but Natasha stopped you, demanding that you stay and talk to Carol. You complained about the cold a little, pulling your cardigan tighter around yourself.

‘If you see something in my eye

Let's not over analyze

Don't go too deep with it baby’

Carol noticed how cold you were and shrugged off her jacket to reveal a white NIN t-shirt under it, offering you the jacket with a bit of hope in her eyes. You looked at her but shrugged and accepted the jacket, taking off your cardigan and shoving it inside your bag before putting on her jacket and tugging it around yourself, it smelt amazing.

‘So let it be

What it'll be

Don't make a fuss and go crazy over you and me’

The rest of the break was left with both of you talking while the music played softly in the background, Carol said the vocals were a bit choppy but the music itself was pretty good. Though she wouldn’t admit it, this was the first decent conversation she had with you. She couldn’t help but smile the entire conversation at the sight of you wearing her jacket.

‘Here's what I'll do

I'll play the wuss, not like we have a date with destiny’

Natasha noticed both of you and whispered something to Wanda, the brunette grinned at her and headed over to both of you, changing the conversation.

“Are you both free on Friday at 7?” She asked, you shrugged and nodded, Carol did the same, a light frown ghosting her face.

“Good, enjoy your date!” She said, grinning and walking off.

“Did she just…” You trailed off, Carol’s face was a bright red when she turned to face you, stuttering over her words before moving to chase after Wanda, when you stopped her by her wrist.

“If you want to, you don’t need to stop her.” You said softly, Carol’s eyes widened and she grinned at you, moving to lean back against the lockers, heart beating fast when she noticed you hadn’t let go of her wrist yet.

‘It's just

A little crush

Not like I faint, every time we touch’

Carol swore her heart was going to beat out of her chest when you motioned for her to sit down, still holding her hand. The blonde gently put her hand on top of yours as you nervously played with her fingers while talking about how boring the math teacher was.

‘It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do

Depends on you’

The bell rang, you got up and moved to take the jacket off and give it back to Carol when she stopped you.

“Just wear it, I don’t have practice anyway, do you want to hang out after school?” Carol asked hesitantly, hazel eyes staring at the floor nervously.

“I’d love to.” You grinned at her, tucking a strand of her short hair back into place before walking towards your next class, leaving Carol staring.

She made a mental note to cancel her practice later on, you were more than just a little crush

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A/N: Thoughts?

[queenie-lexieee]

[[ OC Character Profile ]]

Fandom:

Marvel

Full name:

Jupiter Gabe

Nickname(s):

•June

•Jane

•J

•Ms. Gabe

•Gabriel

Sex/Pronouns:

Female

Birthdate:

April 14, 1990

2022: Age:

32

Powers

None

Skills:

Knowledge in the sciences and books, knows karate, medicine science and used a gun once.

[[ About ]]

Personality:

•Loyal

•Honest

•Clever

•Intelligent

•Helper

•Caring

•Hardworker

•Friendly

•Organizer

•Independent

•Brilliant

•Good-natured

•Forecful

•Knowledge

•Realistic

•Clumsy

•Lovable

•Humble

•AngryHead

Likes:

•Books

•Helping People

•Science

•Math

•Alone Time

•Proving Someone Wrong

•Goodness in people

•Working on experiments

•Quietness

Dislikes:

•Thanos

•Asswholes

•Being proven wrong

•Jerks

•Her step-father

•Loud people

•Flat Earthers

•Telling her that science is fake

Fears:

•Thanos winning

•Her family dying

•Being forgotten

Allergies:

•The Avengers

•S.H.I.E.L.D

•Her fellow scientist

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Species:

Human

Faceclaim:

Emma Watson

[[ Relations ]]

Father:Fred Gabe (Dead)

Step-Father: Rick Vince

Mother: Catherine Vince (Gabe)

Little Step-Brother:Link Vince

Other Relatives:

Friends:

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Her Science Team

Enemies:

•Thanos

•Flat Eathers

•Conspiracy people

Significant Other(s):

(Multiships)

[[ Biography ]]

Jupiter Gabe is oldest in her family, she always did what her parents told her and she forced on school. Jupiter father was a solider for the army and he dead over seas when she was only 7 year old. This left her and her mother alone and her mother being single and working two jobs while a girl of 7 last her dad and caught herself in sci-fiction books. Science was her favorite subject, she loved learning about the planets and elements, also chemicals. She wanted to become a scientist, that would be hard for her and her mother but she worked hard and got her grades to be at a A+ to get scholarships.

When Jupiter was 16, her mom remarried a man named Rick Vince, he was a working for the cops and his rules were hard. Rick was not a nice step-father at all, he sweared and screamed at her and her mother. But her mother seemed to still love him, so they had a baby boy named Link. Because she was seen as the oldest she had to take care of him most of the time because of Rick. It was like having her own baby and she hated that. She had to focus on so many things at once. When Link was born, Rick seemed to go back and front from being clam to being an jerk to her and her mother. Soon her mother took care of Link and told Jupiter to focus on her studies and she did. Rick was not so pleased but Jupiter mom threatened to leave if he didn’t leave her alone.

2010, She is a freshman in college and her major is science, she grown into her own person. As she was in college, the things went down with Tony Stark and this big green man that broke the definition of a science experiment gone wrong. Her family life was worse as well, she was sure that Rick was hitting her mother and maybe even Link, but didn’t have enough advice. Only advice that ever showed was when she come home from school, her mom would have a bruise that as she told her was from burning herself or falling down the stairs. As the year went on, Earth seemed to fall into a war zone outside and inside.

2012, being a 22 year old and a loner, Jupiter kept to herself and didn’t go to college parties. She focused on her major and getting a job at a little lab in her college that showed her how it would be in a real lab and on the down low though, she learn karate because she seen enough of her mother getting hurt. She stilled lived at him because getting a one bed room in New York was expensive for a college student. One day when they all eating diner together and Rick was drinking his beer, something at Link did really pissed him off and he started yelling and throw his bottle across the room. Jupiter protected her mother and brother from him as when he got physical she took him down and called the police on him.

When the battle of New York happened, she was in school studying for a big test that she felt like she was going to fail. All sudden portals everywhere and people screaming and big aliens come out nowhere. All the students watched a group of people started fighting off the aliens and this when she saw the big green guy up front. He was riding big aliens and crashing little ones. She watched a guy in a America outfit throw a Shield to knock back aliens and do special tricks. This battle made Jupiter want to become part of this group badly, she wanted to help people and work closely with alien technology

2015, She graduated college with a degree in science and technology, and some Astronomy. There was no facts about aliens in books but she knew they were real and they come to Earth. Her mom and brother were doing just fine finally now that Rick was behind bars. Her mom did not marry again and worked a great job as person who took calls by women or men who were being abused by their partners. Jupiter had gotten a job at lab that was run by the government of New York and she made a enough money finally to get her own apartment in New York. She was at the lab one day and the averages had come onto the tv screen being showed fighting a new villain made out of metal of some sort. Jupiter watched in horror as a city again gets destroyed like New York did three years ago. Her team started making medicals and sending them off to the city where millions of people homes where getting destroyed.

As the years gone by, she got closer and closer to being a scientist for S.H.I.E.LD program. She made a name for herself, the scientist who doubles in alien technology, in chemicals that could make a human stronger, in the stars and different planets. By joining this program, she kinda become agent for them but one that looks into the aliens side of things and staid in the lab working hard. Sometimes she would be in the lab with the one and only Bruce Banner. She never really talked to him. But he seemed to disappeared as battle of Ultron ended.

When the Average fought over if they should gave up their freedom to the government or not, she mostly kept out of it and focused on what was coming next. Her readings seemed to show something big was coming. She worked with Jane because she knew a lot about Thor and his planet and what happened with the different types of Universes.

2017-2018, Jupiter was the one who got a big spike reading in her research in the stars as Thanos bumps and himself made it to Earth, she had to gather all her important research and being to the big S.H.I.E.L.D base as the battle happened. S..H.I.E.L.D brought her to Wakanda where she learn about vibranium and how strong it is by a girl genius, who was the Princess and that was taking care of Untied State man named Ross. She tired to help Shuri get out Visions stone out, but they couldn’t do it. At the end of it all, Thanos won and people turned into ash.

2018-2022, Both her mom and brother have disappeared and half her science team. Years past and people move on, she has a few relationships but none last. Finally S.H.I.E.L.D calls her back to her work and what is left of The Average been working on a Machine and that made her feel like Dr. Brown. As Captain America and others goes back in time to get all the stones and comes back, to only mess up and mix up different times lines, which she saw coming. Finally Tony kills Thanos and all his army

Jupiter recently meet an assassin named Scarlett Red, because someone wanted her dead, but luckily Scarlett found her cute and didn’t kill her. But then Jupiter got captured by two criminals who worked for someone else, they took away and Scarlett followed them to a warehouse where they tired to get information from Jupiter. But they got nothing from her and they were ready to kill her but Scarlett stepped in and killed them all, then told Jupiter everything. After Jupiter insisted they go back to the lab and they did. The control that let in alien was taking, which was bad. Because the control could let in the new Thanos. As they searched for where someone took it, they fell for each other and now Jupiter was with a dangerous woman. Soon enough that fling was over, it was nice to have that, but they won’t right for each other.

[captainneverever]

Never Have I Ever

inspired by sineala’s stories 

616, T,  1600 words

The Avengers play Never Have I Ever and it gets dirty quick. Tony has a revelation about Steve.

Steve didn't lie. 

He kind of did, at times, Tony thought, as he finished off his cup of seltzer. He knew Steve way too well. What Steve did instead of lying was avoid the question or not answer. Not exactly a lie, but not exactly the truth.

Which meant that Steve was going to be the most honest soul during this ill-advised, alcohol-drenched, late-night fueled game of Never Have I Ever. Dirty question version.

Carol helpfully handed Tony a Solo cup full of lime-flavored seltzer water. He tapped his cup against Steve’s cup of beer as they settled into the worn leather sofa and gave Steve a smile.

Steve looked great tonight, even if he was wearing one of those blue t-shirts with a white star he must have bought in bulk from somewhere, topped off with a red flannel shirt. He made basic clothes look like designer outfits straight from the runway.

Admittedly, Tony might be a little biased.

The Avengers had just thrown an old-fashioned “let’s invite all the superheroes” party at the mansion. No reason, just a high school reunion of sorts. With one of the hottest DJs around, lots of food and drink, and egos checked at the door. The night had been a blast.

All that was left behind was a collection of Avengers past and present, friends and hangers-on gathered in the library on sofas and the floor. Tony felt a nice, warm peace for once. And sitting next to his ordained spot on the sofa with Steve made it all the better.

They’d been talking for a while when Jan kicked off her high heels and mischievously asked if they had played Never Have I Ever before. Natasha had to fill Bucky in on the finer points. 

Jan winked at Tony and said, “Hmm, Never Have I Ever worn purple in my uniform.”

They all laughed. Jess toed Clint until he drank. “You have to drink the whole cup, Clint.”

“I haven’t forgotten the tunic-thing or whatever you called it,” Jan warned. 

Rhodey pondered. “Never Ever Have I not petted Goose.” No one drank, of course, at that point and Carol gave him a kiss.

All the questions were silly and fun. But it was late, they were all loaded up with good food and fun, relaxed, inhibitions were low. And they were a group of people in their 20s and 30s who had worked together for a long, long time. And because they knew each other way too well, the game quickly got dirty.

“Never Have I Ever given a guy a blowjob,” Clint stated.

Tony noted a number of people didn’t drink, including himself and Steve. He did a double-take and locked eyes with Luke, who also noticed.

He had just assumed Steve was straight. He had nursed a hopeless crush on Steve for years because Steve was just obviously straight. He could not have been this wrong about Steve. While Tony struggled with this profound existential question, Bucky snorted.

“Never Have I Ever given someone a rim job,” Jess said from under Luke’s arm.

Again Steve’s cup remained untouched.

And Steve didn’t drink at the statements of sleeping with a member of the same sex, one-night stand with members of the same sex or opposite sex, or sexting. 

Steve sexted someone. 

Tony’s traitorous thoughts spun out a thousand possibilities of what he could do with Steve now that he knew what Steve was capable of. Assuming way too much, that Steve would even want him, Tony warned himself.

“Never Have I Ever had sex in public,” Carol stated.

Steve still had an untouched, nearly full Solo cup of beer in front of him and the beginnings of a shit-eating grin that only a few had ever seen. 

Bucky giggled as he took in the puzzled looks on the others’ face. “Your turn,” Natasha prompted.

“Never Have I Ever had sex on a motorcycle,” Bucky said, his eyes locked on Steve.

“Buck, you have to be honest,” Steve said.

“Well, I haven’t. That’s a fact.”

Steve didn’t drink. And Tony had never been more turned on.

Then it was Clint’s turn. Clint stated, “Never Have I Ever had a threesome with two men.”

Most of the group drank. Except Steve.

"Oh god," Bucky gasped as he realized how shocked everyone was from Carol to Rhodey to Jan to Luke to Clint. He nearly fell over from laughing. 

Carol exchanged an incredulous look with Jess. "Steve. Seriously."

"He doesn't lie, everyone knows that," Peter said, with an odd pitch to his voice. Tony considered it had to be hard to be outed as the group’s most inexperienced person. But that was the tax for getting married young to a supermodel, Tony considered.

Bucky was now wheezing from laughing too hard.

Peter, with that same odd pitch to his voice, said, “Never Have I Ever been in an orgy.”

Most of the team drank, except for Tony, Thor, and Steve. The group looked at Steve with dropped jaws and shocked faces.

Bucky laughed again until he couldn’t any longer. “Oh, god, I think I broke something.”

“I have never heard you laugh this much,” Natasha said.

Bucky lifted up his flesh arm and dropped it again. “You guys -- Steve -- there was a war, dammit,” he squeaked out. “Look at him -- who’s gonna say no?”

“Never Ever Have I slept with a robot,” Thor said.

That netted a mixed result and Steve still didn’t drink. Tony filed that little tidbit of information away for future use. His brain was working overtime.

“Not Jim, if that’s what you were thinking,” Steve said quietly to him.

“I wasn’t thinking that at all,” Tony confessed. He was thinking of a robot suit though, a nice red and gold one that he knew Steve adored.

From there, the game devolved into the goal of asking Steve a question to make him drink. Accompanied with a bizarre soundtrack featuring Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, laughing his ass off each time.

“You’re going to pull something, Buck,” Steve warned.

“Only if they ask about fisting.”

Tony nearly lost it when an unbidden image of a naked Steve in his bed with those earnest blue eyes asking him about fisting. It was all too much, with Steve’s thigh rubbing against his, his shoulder nice and warm against his, that shit-eating grin and the sing-song, repeating thought in his head that Steve liked men in the way that Tony liked men. 

Tony needed air and space and to break this party up.

He clapped. “Okay, kids, let’s wrap this up,” Tony announced. “Never Have I Ever rooted for the Red Sox against the Yankees.”

No one except Steve took a drink. 

“Steve. After everything else, that’s something you haven’t done?” Jan asked.

“I’m a fan of any team that can beat the Yankees for the pennant,” Steve replied indignantly.

“See, we made Steve drink. Show is over. Time to go home.”

~~~~~

Tony was restless and went downstairs to clean up. He couldn’t shake the thoughts in his head about Steve and what Steve had done and maybe would do with Steve if Tony ever found a way to ask.

The light was on in the library. He went to investigate and found Steve in his usual seat reading. “Still up?”

“Not tired.” Steve closed his book.

“Me neither.” Tony sat down in the chair next to Steve. 

Steve didn’t lie. Tony knew that. But he had second thoughts, considering the look in Steve’s eye and Bucky rolling on the floor.  “You could have drank at any time. Or you were lying.”

“I don’t lie, Tony.” Steve shrugged. “Lying during a game isn’t worth it. One time, and it might become a habit.”

“Our teammates and friends now think you’re a sex fiend.”

Steve shifted in his chair so that he could look directly at Tony. “They can think whatever they like. Captain America doesn’t have sex or think about sex.” He tapped Tony’s knee. “Steve Rogers does.”

“So what does it take to date Steve Rogers? Set up a Tinder account? I heard he does that.” Tony felt like he was dancing on the edge of a cliff in the fog. He was either going to die from finding out that Steve wasn’t interested or wake up and find that the whole damn night was a dream. “Asking for a friend.”

Steve tipped his head to the side and had a deep, thoughtful look on his face. Tony started to settle back down, as he realized that Steve was going to let him down easy. He shouldn’t have asked. It was ridiculous. The whole night was ridiculous, and he’d be better off figuring out a way to wipe his memory. He could do that. He was Tony Stark. He could do anything.

“Your friend could just ask,” Steve replied slowly. 

Tony knew that tone in Steve’s voice, like he was bracing for bad news. He’d heard that tone in Steve’s voice several times, and he was the person causing it now. “Just ask?”

“I don’t lie, Tony.”

“Coffee? You and me?”

“Though you’d never ask,” Steve said with a grin. “Never thought until now you might be interested.”

Tony could have hit him. But then Steve might not go out with him after that. “Now.”

“I doubt there’s a place open at three in the morning.”

Tony tipped his head towards the kitchen. “The Avengers Mansion’s kitchen is always open. I don’t want to wait.”

Steve smiled. “Never Have I Ever turned Tony Stark down for coffee.”

[ampmiscfiles]

To Us You’re Worth Everything: Chapter 11

Start from the beginning

Peter groaned as he opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in a park, and he wasn't sure how he got there.

Stretching, he lifted his hand to scratch at his itchy cheek, meeting a crusty substance. Frowning, Peter picked at the dried substance on his face before pulling his hand away to look.

Peter felt the blood drain from his face as the dark red, almost black, flakes peaked out under his nails and on his fingertips. Following down from his hands, his arms were marked with dark streaks, some places thicker than others. His clothes were stained in blood, blood that clearly wasn't his.

Quickly, Peter lurched to the side, throwing up what he had had for supper.

What had happened?

Crawling away from the tree he was under and further into the bushes, Peter wrapped his arms around himself, panic seeping in.

He had no idea what was going on. He didn't remember anything after leaving the group home, but clearly something had happened.

Trying to calm his rising panic, Peter closed his eyes and let the sounds of the park wash over him. The cool breeze rustling the tree leaves. Children laughing on the distant playground. Dogs happily enjoying playing with their owners. Couples chatting happily as they walked the pathways.

It was nice, and Peter felt his heart rate slow.

Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath before fully analyzing his situation. He couldn't exactly exit the cover of the bushes looking like he did. There was no way a blood covered teenager would be ignored.

Looking around, Peter sighed in relief as he caught the strap of his bag buried in between the bushes. He grabbed it, pulling it out and brushing off the twigs and leaves. He started at the set of pajamas he had thrown into the bag when he changed. He knew he could swap out what he had on for them, but they were all he had. If he waited till nightfall, he could change and find a laundry mat. There was a good chance that he would be able to find some loose change by then, plus no one would be around to possibly catch a glimpse of what he was washing.

Releasing a sigh, he laid back on the soft grass, trying to remember anything from the night.

Whose blood was staining his skin and clothes? Why was it there? What happened to the person it belonged to? Had he tried to save someone and suffered a blow to the head? It would explain the lack of memory.

It was the only option he would allow himself to consider, because he wasn't sure he could handle it being anything else.

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Tony pulled the cap further down his head and put on his sunglasses as he exited his car.

He was surprised to find himself looking at a rather public park. If the kid was trying to stay low-key, this was a risky place to be.

Holding up his phone, he began the trek toward the location of the tracker. He wasn't sure what he was going to find, if he really found anything at all. Peter could have ditched his bag at some point, or even managed to have found the tracker and took it out.

Praying for the best, he continued on.

His phone ringing temporarily removed the tracker location as Pepper's face filled the screen. Frowning, he answered her call.

"Hey Pep, I'm-"

"Tony!" Pepper shouted into the phone. "We have to find Peter! There's been an incident not far from the home. Another body, the worst of them so far."

Tony felt a cold dread seep into his bones.

"They found blood in the alley beside the home Tony. They think who ever killed the man, caught him there and then took him away. Tony.....that maniac could have Peter!"

Pepper's hysterical sobs filled the phone.

"Pep, Pep, listen to me!"

There was a sniffle on the other side of the line as Pepper tried to compose herself.

"Has anyone talked to the kids?"

"Tony! They're missing too!"

"Great." Tony huffed, running a hand down his face.

"Pepper, I want to you focus on finding Wanda and Pietro."

"But Peter-"

"I'm handling Peter. Just, just trust me here Pep. Let me do this."

There was silence then the shuffle of someone moving around.

"Ok Tony. I'll call the others and tell them to focus on the twins." she took a deep breath. "Please, find my son, Tony."

"Let me know when you have the kids." Tony said, disconnecting the line.

He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, the calm, sunny day a stark contrast to the feelings inside him. On his phone, the little light continued to blink and Tony prayed he was going to be happy with what he found.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pietro looked at the building before him with wide eyes.

"You can't be serious."

"I am." Wanda said, eyes narrowed in determination. "We're going to make sure things go the way they need to."

Pietro huffed out a breath and ran his hand down his face before turning to her.

"We can't just walk in there, Wanda."

"We're not, but Kent and Kathy Matthews distant cousins are." she said casually.

"Now I know you're not being serious."

"I am. Now put on the rest of your outfit."

"Exactly what are you planning to do? This place is littered with cameras and, relatives or not, they're not going to let us see them. We don't even know if they're awake! They weren't exactly in the best of shape when they were brought in. Cl-those two random criminals did a work over on them."

"You forget," Wanda smirked. "I managed to get into the heads of the Avengers. I think I can handle things here."

"Again, the camera footage?" Pietro pushed.

"We'll collect it before we leave. No traces left behind."

"Ok, but what'd your goal here?"

Wanda paused, looking away from her brother and toward the building.

"We both know who's in that building, Pietro. They've mistreated him. Physical, mental and verbally abused him. I can't let them get off as easy as they're going to. Jail isn't good enough." she said, looking at him out the corner of her eye.

"I think you feel it too."

Pietro didn't respond for a moment, choosing to let her words sink in. She wasn't wrong. He didn't think a simple jail sentence, even if it was life, was good enough for all the damage they caused.

Squaring his shoulders, he took Wanda's hands and gave a squeeze.

"Yes, you're right. I think it might be a good idea for our cousins to do a little....reflection on their actions. Maybe try to picture themselves in their victim's shoes."

Wanda just returned the grin he flashed her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tony's anxiety spiked a little as he got closer to the location of the tracker. He was growing a little weary at the fact the signal hadn't moved at all since he locked on to it.

"Please let him be ok." Tony muttered, stopping where the tracker blinked.

Frowning, he looked around the area. Maybe Peter had ditched the tracker after all.

He had just about decided to continue on down the path when I slight shuffle from the bushes next to him caught his attention. Slowly, he made his way over, pushing aside the foliage.  

"Peter!"

Peter jumped, surprised by the shout as much as the fact someone had managed to sneak up on him. Rolling over, he stared wide-eyed into the equally wide-eyed face of Tony Stark.

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Pepper ran her hand through her hair as she waited on Sam to return to the car. Her nerves were strung tight as images of what could have happened to Peter flew through her head.

She barely knew the boy, but she had immediately fallen in love with him.

How could anyone not?

It was so easy to see past the evidence of abuse to the sweet boy buried inside. They had already glimpsed him through interactions with Spider-Man.

Peter held Spider-Man in such high regard that it was as if he saw himself as two separate people. That Peter Parker and Spider-Man weren't the same person.

Maybe that had been how he was able to maintain his upbeat attitude, because he clearly didn't hold the Peter Parker side of himself in such a light.

Still, somewhere out there was a lonely kid in desperate need of help.

She couldn't think anything less.

She couldn't think he wasn't.

She looked over as Sam opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat.

"Here." he said, handing her an iced coffee. "How are you holding up?"

"Been better." she sighed.

"Well, I'm not about to help matters." Sam winced as Pepper turned her puffy eyed face towards him.

"The twins are missing."

"They're what?" Pepper yelled.

"Just got off the phone with Steve. The kids bailed and haven't been seen since. They've tried finding them, but no luck."

Pepper narrowed her eyes.

"You don't believe him."

"Oh, I believe Steve wants me to be believe they can't find them. I think the truth is they don't really want to."

"Why not? Peter is already missing, now they are to!"

Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"He think they know, or at least Nat does, where they went."

"And I'm guessing she's not telling, nor is she going after them herself."

"She wouldn't let them go if she didn't think it was something they needed to do or they couldn't handle. I'm sure they're fine. Let's just focus on finding Peter for now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well, I just got off the phone with Sam." Steve sighed, sitting down at the table next to Clint.

Peter's case file was once again spread out before them.

"Let me guess, he doesn't believe we don't know where they are."

"Well, we don't." Steve replied, motioning between Clint and himself. "She does."

The two looked over as Natasha typed away furiously on her laptop.

"Leave them be. They can handle their business. They'll be fine."

"You're not leaving us much of a choice." Clint huffed.

"What do you two know about the mysterious killer the police are chasing?"

Steve frowned as he shared a look with Clint before turning to Natasha.

"I know the police are mighty territorial about it. They're been very clear they don't want our involvement. I think its rather stupid considering the increase in attacks, manner of violence, and the fact there has been no real connection from one victim to the next-"

"Other than criminal history." Clint finished. "I may not approve of the guy's methods, but he's not exactly attacking the innocent here."

"Still, none of the other vigilantes in the city go that far-"

"Frank Castle and Deadpool-"

"Haven't been seen in the city in months. These attacks have only been happening the past two." Steve shot as Clint shrugged.

"Fine. So what's the point, Nat?" Clint asked, ignoring Steve's eye roll.

"Considering the Matthews, I decided to look into some of Peter's other foster families."

"And?"

"A few of them have joined the victims list."

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"Ma'am, I afraid we can't just let you in to see the Matthews. They're in police custody. You would have to have permission to-"

"I'm sure it won't be a problem for us to have just a few moments with them." Wanda smiled, her eyes flashing red.

The man stood frozen and silent for a moment before a dopey smile crossed his face.

"Of course. I don't see why not. I might do them good to have some family chastisement."

"Thank you."

The twins followed behind the doctor, Wanda stretching her powers out to touch each person they passed. They couldn't afford for anyone to give fully accurate descriptions of them, even if they were disguised.

"Around the corner is the room they're located in. Just give the officer outside the room your names."

The two nodded towards the man as he shuffled off back the way he came.

"So far so good. Let's see your next trick." Pietro whispered into Wanda's ear.

"Prepare to have your socks knocked off." she smirked, leading the way.

As they approached the room, the officer stationed outside stood to face them.

"I suggest the two of you turn and leave. This couple is under arrest and police observation."

"We're their cousi-" Pietro started before being cut off.

"I don't care who you are. No one is getting through that door. I don't know how you made it this far, but I'm going to have security escort you-"

"Surely you understand our need to see family." Wanda smiled sweetly, her eyes flashing red.

The officer looked at the blankly before nodding with a smile.

"Please, go right in."

"Thank you."

"Wow. Those training sessions are really paying off." Pietro whispered in her ear as they entered the room and shut the door behind them.

"Nat is brutal." Wanda replied.

The two stopped talking as they took in the ghastly sight of Kathy and Kent Matthews. The damage Clint and Natasha had inflicted had been highly underrated by the officers and social worker that had taken Peter away.

"Well, is it wrong that I don't feel at all bad seeing them this way?" Pietro asked, stepping up to the foot of Kathy's bed.

"This will pale in comparison to what I'm about to do." Wanda said, eyes narrowed. "They're bodies have been pushed to the limit, but I'm going to break their minds."

Pietro watched as Wanda stepped in between the two beds.

"I want you both awake for this." she said lowly, raising her hands and touching their foreheads.

The Matthews gasped in both pain and shock as their eyes flew open and consciousness returned to them.

"Hello there." Pietro grinned, leaning down on Kathy's bed.

"Who the hell are you?" Kathy asked, voice raspy.

To her right, Kent looked at the two intruders, unable to speak as his mouth was to swollen.

"It doesn't matter who we are." Wanda hissed. "What matters, is that you understand the atrocities you've committed, and that you will admit to your actions."

"You're insane." Kathy's eyes narrowed. "We're not admitting anything. How did you even get in here?"

"Tsk tsk." Pietro frowned, shaking his head. "That's not what we wanted to hear."

"No, it isn't." Wanda glared.

"Get out!" Kathy rasped.

"Not without a little parting gift." Wanda smiled wickedly.

"I'm going to let your mind pick itself apart. Everything horrible thing you've done to someone, you're going to know what it's like. You're going to feel the pain you've caused. You'll be begging for mercy long before it's over. I hope it wrecks you."

Pietro watched as Wanda's finger tips swirled with red magic as she placed each of her hands on the forehead of Kathy and Kent.

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"Kid, what happened?" Tony panicked, pushing to himself into Peter's hiding spot. "Are you ok? You're covered in blood!"

Peter couldn't speak as Tony frantically checked him over for any serious wounds.

"Jesus, kid." Tony sighed. "You had us all worried."

"H-how did you...."

"I put a tracker in your bag." Tony answered, no longer guilty for his actions.

"You put a tracker in my bag?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Pete, I know the signs of avoidance better than anyone. It was written all over your face and body language. You had no intention of facing what was coming your way." Tony said, still studying Peter for injuries.

He knew the boy healed fast, but some wounds healed faster than others. Pepper and the twins would be furious if Peter was returned without care.

"I...I can't..."

"Come on kid, let's go get you cleaned up."

"No." Peter said, pushing further back from the billionaire. "I'm not going with you."

"Pete," Tony sighed. "You have three of the most powerful and influential people in the world focused on you right now, how far do you think you'll get?"

Peter frowned, looking down at the grass.

"They need to focus on someone else." he sniffed.

"And who would that be?"

"Anyone but me."

Tony narrowed his eyes as Peter still refused to look at him.

"Kid, they're not the only ones looking for you. Your little stunt, as I'm sure you know, wasn't unnoticed. The home called the police. Your description is out there and they're looking for you. Where do you plan on going?"

Peter felt the uncomfortable sting of tears in his eyes.

"I thought so." Tony frowned. "Come on kid, let us help you."

"You can't!" Peter yelled, pushing away further. "You can't help me and you shouldn't help me! You're wasting your time, all of you! You'll take me back and wish you hadn't! Just leave me alone and you'll be better off."

Tony watched as silent tears slid down the boy's dirty face. In all his years, he couldn't say a child's tears had ever affected him as much as Peter's did.

"You can't disappoint them, Peter."

"You don't know me."

It was true. Tony didn't really know Peter. Hell, he didn't really know Spider-Man all the well. Sure, he had worked with him enough to get a bit attached to his upbeat attitude, but these past few days had thrown all he knew out the window.

Spider-Man and Peter Parker were both the same person, and yet not. Peter had worked hard to give them a distinction. It was a little concerning.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tony finally crossed, what he was positive was, the last line.

"Look, Peter. You're soulmates with Wanda and Pietro, and they love you already. Pepper was ready to adopt you the moment we learned about your situation. As soon as she does, and she will, that makes you my son and I protect what's mine. So, we can do this one of two ways."

Peter finally looked up at Tony's words, a feeling of dread creeping up his spine at the tone.

"One, you come with me willingly. Two.......I put you in a suit and take you back by force."

Peter froze.

He couldn't be serious.

A long look at Tony's face told him he was.

Peter's thoughts whirled inside him. He wanted to feel anger. Anger at Tony for tracking him. Anger at Tony for threatening him. Anger at Pepper wanting to adopt him.

Anger and Wanda and Pietro for being their soulmate.

He was supposed to age out of the foster system and be on his own. Never find his soulmate or mates.

Never hurt them.

Never cause them sorrow.

That's all Peter Parker was good for anyway.

There was only one choice.

Forgoing his bag, Peter darted out of his hiding place. He was small and fast. There was no way Tony would be able to catch him. He would just have to keep running until he couldn't anymore.

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"Wow. These are brutal." Clint winced as he looked over the crime scene photos of Peter's former fosters.

"They're some of the worst." Natasha nodded with a frown.

"The Matthews were pretty nasty." Steve frowned. "Maybe they were worse."

"Or maybe the Matthews just got lucky enough to be victims of a break-in instead of this guy." Clint replied, completely unphased by his mentioning of the strange event surround the Matthews.

"Should we look into them?" Steve asked, crossing his arms.

"Normally I'd say yes," Natasha shrugged. "But I could really care less at this point. Whatever they did, they paid for it. Looking into them won't change anything now."

"This guy is all over the city." Clint whistled. "I mean, the killings have no pattern to place. The only links are criminals and the fact they all happen at night."

"Does anyone know if Peter was looking into this?"

Natasha and Clint both paused.

"I mean, he's on the streets every night as Spider-Man. I can't see him ignoring it."

"He's not the only vigilante out there, though." Natasha replied, leaning back in her chair. "Maybe they all are."

"I know that look." Clint huffed. "Who's at the top of your list?"

"There was an attack in Hell's Kitchen not to long ago. I can't imagine the Devil of Hell's Kitchen isn't investigating."

"Does Spider-Man know him?"

Natasha shrugged at Steve's question.

"Spider-Man has been seen talking to him once or twice. Just how well they know each other is unclear."

"Why are we asking this again? I'm pretty sure local law enforcement doesn't want us 'intruding on their territory'." Clint scoffed.

"The Matthews are about to be involved in a high profile crime case." Steve said, looking up at the ceiling. "If the guy doesn't already know about them, he will soon."

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Tony sighed as Peter darted out the bushes. He had really hoped the kid would come along willingly.

"FRI, launch the suit."

Back at Tony's car, the emergency suit engaged.

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Peter had a brief ting of his Spider Sense before he found himself enclosed in, what he knew, was an Iron Man suit.

Tony hadn't been lying.

"Let me out!" he screamed, watching as the ground got further and further away.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Peter." FRIDAY's calm voice filled his ears.

"Releasing you from the suit would cause you serious injuries from your fall."

"This is kidnapping!" Peter shouted, desperate to reason with the AI.

"Technically it's a rescue." Tony's voice came through the speakers. "You're a runaway kid. I'm rescuing you from the streets and possible danger."

"I didn't ask you to!"

"I'm going to anyway."

As he tried to decide if the risk of breaking out of the speeding suit was worth it, a thought struck him.

The voice of anger that had rose up in him, was silent.

The time the voice should have been the loudest, and there was nothing.

He didn't know what to think of it.

"Trust me kid. You may not think it now, but you're going to thank me later."

Peter didn't reply.

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Pepper snatched up her phone as it buzzed in the console.

Sam watched as she fumbled to turn it on to see the message.

/I've got him. I'm taking him to the compound. He's escaped from one home, he'll escape another./

A tear slipped down her cheek as she quickly sent a reply.

"Please tell me it's good news." Sam said, looking at her hopefully.

"Tony found him. He's taking him back to the compound."

"Well, I guess we should go alert the cops and the home."

Pepper nodded, putting the car in drive.

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“Incoming call from Boss.”

“Patch him through FRIDAY.” Steve replied.

“I have a special package in the way. Make sure you secure it when it gets there. I’m about 10 minutes behind it.”

“Package? You order us something special, Tony?” Clint smirked.

“If you consider the insecure, disgruntled, wonder twins teen soulmate ‘special’, then yes.”

“What do you mean ‘10 minutes behind’?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at Clint and Steve.

“He’s in the suit. Kid tried to run again. Hence the ‘secure it’ warning.”

“You put the kid in a suit?” Steve groaned. “Tony...”

“No choice Cap. You'll see when why when he shows up. I'll be there shortly."

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as the line went dead.

"Well, come on boys. Let's go greet our little Spider-Baby." Natasha smirked.

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Peter felt his nerves spike as the compound came into view. He knew as soon the suit landed that would be it for anymore escape attempts.

He most likely wouldn't be allowed out of anyone's sight any time soon.

"Your vitals are concerning, Peter. If they continue in this fashion, I will have to alert Boss of your distress."

Distress!

Of course he was in distress!

This was the last thing he wanted. He wasn't supposed to come back to the compound. He wasn't ever supposed to see any of the Avengers again! Spider-Man was supposed to leave New York. Branch out somewhere new. Maybe even become an entirely new vigilante even!

It had been a small thought in his mind for a while. He loved being Spider-Man. It was the only good part about him anymore. Spider-Man was useful and, for the most part, people loved him.

Spider-Man was everything Peter Parker was not.

Spider-Man was also easy to track. If he left New York, word of him showing up somewhere else would spread quickly, and no doubt the Avengers would be on his doorstep before he could blink.

No, Spider-Man would have to take a break and let a new hero step in for a bit.

It was sad, but also ok. It didn't matter what suit he wore, he was still Spider-Man regardless.

That, however, was quickly becoming a distant option.

He would be trapped with the Avengers, with his soulmates. There would be no way to hide all the things wrong with him.

They would learn quickly that he just wasn't meant to be loved anymore. He lost that right when May died.

When May died, he learned he should have been left alone.

"Prepare for landing, Peter. I have alerted those at the compound of your condition since Boss hasn't arrived yet."

Tony wasn't there?

Peter wasn't sure why that bothered him. The man had only betrayed his trust over and over, there was no reason to care anything about him.

Immediately, Peter felt the guilt creep up on him.

This was exactly part of his problem. Tony had done what he had to, and Peter was being his normal, ungrateful self.

This was why he didn't deserve kindness. This was why when someone did show a hint of care, Peter knew they were wasting their time and would ultimately be disappointed in him.

There was a jolt as the suit landed and a brief moment before the pieces separated, revealing him to Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Clint Barton.

"Welcome back little spider." Natasha smiled

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Wanda leaned against the car as she waited for Pietro to round up the security tapes. She felt confident in the knowledge that, when they awoke, Kent and Kathy Matthews would be screaming their guilt.

With any luck, they'd never spend another night without the nightmares of what they saw.

"Got them." Pietro grinned, holding up the tapes as he stopped next to her.

"Good." Wanda smirked. "Maybe we won't be in quite as much trouble."

"Oh, we'll definitely be in trouble. Still, if ends in them paying for what they've done, I'll gladly take whatever punishment we're given."

Wanda nodded in agreement as she pulled out the keys to the car.

"No way!" Pietro said, snatching them from her hand.

"You almost killed us on the way here. I'm driving back. I want to be able to see Peter again."

Wanda puffed out her cheeks in frustration.

"My driving is perfectly fine and I want to see Peter too!"

"Then get in the car. I'll deliver us safely back to the compound."

"Whatever." she huffed, grumpily getting into the passenger seat and crossing her arms.