#katya x steve

[secretly-of-course]

Get you a guy who makes cool t-shirts for you, your besties, his brother, and his brother's boyfriend

...plus a hat for his bestie who refuses to wear clothes!

Made these to accompany my stevatya fic! (Hoots is intentional btw, Hootsipher is too long to fit on a hat)

[sapphic--kiwi]

all the quick TOH character drawings I did for inbox trick or treating today 🎃💜🧡

[katyawriteswhump]

omega found, omega lost 5.2

Title: Omega found, Omega lost; Chapter: 5.2/6; WC: 2356; Rating: E; Tags: Steddie, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, angst, hurt/comfort.

Chapter 1 on tumblr Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 3 on tumblr Chapter 4 on tumblr Chapter 5.1 on tumblr On AO3

Preview: “I dig the pink scrunchie," said Steve. Eddie’s hair tumbled in flyaway strands from a bun at the crown of his head. “You’re the prettiest Alpha I ever saw.” “That why you left the hospital to come find me?” “Huh? I did what?” Steve was so happily lost, he’d all but forgotten the horror of the past few days. Eddie laughed: “You’re the most badass metal Omega I ever met. That’s a compliment, by the way.” Eddie’s slowly spreading smile managed to be tentative and relentlessly adoring. Steve would die for those dimples, and if he didn’t taste those soft lips again soon, he really would expire. Surely Eddie could smell how Steve was longing for him? “Mate me?” begged Steve, his voice pitching unexpectedly high.

Chapter 5.2: I see what's mine and I take it

“What do you mean, he discharged himself?” bellowed Hopper at the doctor.

The doctor folded her clipboard to her chest as a makeshift shield and stood her ground. “He’s an Omega, not a child. He had the right to discharge himself. I was against his leaving so soon. However, he was with a friend, and I didn’t like the plans his mother had for him either.”

“What plans?” Eddie suddenly loomed over the poor doctor too, his inner Alpha frothing at the mouth.

“She believed he needed specialist treatment, and there’s something to be said for that—just not the kind of treatment she had planned for him. All my colleagues agreed that Steve was so sick because he’d bonded with an Alpha who he feared had rejected him. At the very least, his inner Omega was suffering from major trust issues. The unpredictability and severity of his symptoms suggested that this was indeed a soulmate bond, and then, when he heard that he was going to see this rogue Alpha again… Well, he wasn’t exactly fixed, but the consequences speak for themselves.”

While she talked, she looked quizzically at Eddie—okay, she probably guessed his role in all this. His wildly incongruous hospital scrubs probably hindered more than helped disguise him. He hoped she wasn’t feeling too cash strapped. He pressed his knuckles to his lips and paced the corridor. He could smell Steve quite strongly here, and the sour twist of fear was almost as potent as when he’d found Steve in the forest.

“You’re sure his mother wasn’t involved in his departure?” asked Hopper.

“I hope not,” said the doctor, and her uncertainty set the tiled walls closing in on Eddie like the bars of a cage. He knew what could become of high-class Omegas who ‘disgraced’ themselves. How they could be punished or sent off to ‘clinics,’ sometimes never seen again.

I should never have let you out of my sight, Stevie. I should’ve… What? Let myself be torn apart by the pack? Come storming into the hospital to abduct you?

Maybe he should have attempted the latter. Would’ve been good training for robbing that bank to keep his Omega in the style that he’d been raised. God, why couldn’t he be more of a typical Alpha? All macho macho, grabby hands, bawling, ‘I see what’s mine and I take it!’

“Because I’d haaaaate myseeeeelf,” he sang softly.

Besides, Steve wasn’t an object to be claimed. He was headstrong, impulsive, too. The sort of Omega who’d stride off into a snowstorm to find a lost pup. The sort who’d do anything for people he cared for.

As would Eddie Munson. Okay, beyond Wayne, his list of ‘cherished’ chums had been small and select at best, but now he had a soulmate.

Soulmate. Right.

Eddie puffed so hard through his nostrils he half expected to see smoke.

The question wasn’t when he’d accepted that. It was why the Hell he’d railed against it? Yeah, polite society wanted to keep them apart, star-crossed lovers, blah, blah, blah. He’d flip the bird at it, like he always did. It was just… a tad harder now it wasn’t only him who’d have to face the consequences.

He ought to be scared shitless. He wasn’t, because his inner Alpha now burned freely for his soulmate. All he had to do was find Steve and make things right.

“Munson.” Hopper’s deep rumble set Eddie snarling in response. “Listen up. Message just came through from Wayne. Your Omega rocked up to his trailer, in a real bad way.”

Oh yeah. That sounded like Steve. Eddie’s heartfelt relief was shadowed by a fresh onslaught of fear. What kind of ‘bad way’ this time?

Time to Alpha-up and take care of his Omega.

He smacked the side of his fist into the wall. Ow! “Let’s move,” he barked.

…

Steve woke to the feel of warm slick between his thighs. His hand drifted down to deal with the excruciating need for friction, and then…

Eddie flung the flimsy door open and closed in quick. Cushions and blankets scattered, as he scrambled to get Steve into his arms. He littered Steve’s hair with kisses.

“I’m here, Baby. I’m sorry I had to leave you. Never gonna do that again. Never.”

With an effort, Steve floundered his arms around Eddie, nuzzling into Eddie’s throat. He melted into a floaty, liquidy, super-happy puddle, inhaling Eddie’s raw scent till he felt giddy and high. Eddie loosened what bordered on a chokehold—albeit one that Steve revelled in—and lovingly ran a palm down Steve’s flanks, repeating again, then again.

“My Alpha,” Steve whispered, and he began to softly purr.

He’d have burrowed beneath Eddie’s skin, if he could. He’d a faint idea he ought to be panicking about something. All he cared about was being at one with his Alpha. God, maybe he should beg Eddie to chain him up in here, like in his dream?

Anything to never feel that pain of rejection again. It was the only fear that remained to him. The fear Eddie didn’t feel the soulmate tug so strongly, that this might end.

That fear was fading fast.

“You okay, Babe?” Eddie bolstered up the pillows behind them and pulled the comforter over them both.

“Mmmmmm.” Steve kept on rubbing his cheek against Eddie’s scent gland. He wished Eddie would nuzzle him back.

“Look, I’m sorry I laughed at you, when we hung out before. I was crazy about you, honest.”

“S’fine. Sorry I was a stuck-up douchebag. I still cared too much about mom’s opinion. That sort of thing.”

“You weren’t that bad.”

Okay, this conversation was a total curveball. Steve couldn’t be anything but honest. “Neither were you! I bugged Dustin to invite you along whenever we hung out.”

Gently, Eddie tipped Steve’s face up. Their eyes met, and Steve reeled anew. He wanted to drown in Eddie’s warm gaze. But why the heck was Eddie wearing medical scrubs, and…

“I dig the pink scrunchie.” Eddie’s hair tumbled in flyaway strands from a bun at the crown of his head. “You’re the prettiest Alpha I ever saw.”

“That why you left the hospital to come find me?”

“Huh? I did what?” Steve was so happily lost, he’d all but forgotten the horror of the past few days. Eddie laughed:

“You’re the most badass metal Omega I ever met. That’s a compliment, by the way.”

Eddie’s slowly spreading smile managed to be tentative and relentlessly adoring. Steve would die for those dimples, and if he didn’t taste those soft lips again soon, he really would expire. Surely Eddie could smell how Steve was longing for him? He clenched and squirmed his thighs against the slick.

“Mate me?” he begged, his voice pitching unexpectedly high.

Eddie pecked Steve’s nose tenderly. “Uh, uh.”

“You… you don’t want to mate me?” Something inside him crumpled, and panic bubbled into his throat. “Is this because of my mom?”

“Not gonna lie. The whole death threat trifle has played on my mind. That’s not it, though. I’m dying to get balls deep again, honey, just not today. You’re sick and hurt.” Eddie’s fingers carded exquisitely through Steve’s hair. “Look, this is new and scary for both of us, but one thing seems pretty plain—I need to know you’re really all right before I go jumping your bones again.”

Steve heard Eddie. Sort of. So that wasn’t a brush off, right? Spurred on a sudden, convulsive chirrup, he craned up and touched his lips to Eddie’s, finding them every bit as delicious as he remembered. Eddie kissed softly back, warm and chaste, then drew away…

…and Steve’s Omega went apeshit.

His head cracked back, his mouth gaping. At the same time, he scrambled almost fully onto Eddie’s lap, arching his back and edging his pelvis forward, spreading his thighs. What was he wearing? Oh God, Tommy’s sweatpants! He needed rid of those for sure. And crap, what must his hair look like?  His needy cocklet collided with the solid mass of Eddie’s Alpha dick, and then he wasn’t thinking at all.

“Need to be naked, need you to fuck me.” His head span wildly, and he was too revved up to stop. He felt Eddie take a firm grip on his hips. “Need, Alpha. Neeeeed!”

“Shit, I’m calling this. Omega, no!” The merest growly hint of Eddie’s Alpha voice galvanised Steve’s scattered attention. He flopped onto Eddie’s chest, brow burning and body trembling uncontrollably. Eddie shifted Steve into the crook of one arm, then brushed Steve’s cheek, capturing his ill-focussed gaze:

“I’m your Alpha, and your soulmate, and I’m going to mate you when you’re well enough, ’kay? I think when we both get a bit excited, you know, all those yummy pheromones, they… uh, help, but they also mask other stuff happening that we need to pay attention to. So please, you’ve got to trust me. Let me take care of you.”

Steve took a beat. His scampering pulse calmed a little. And he nodded.

His Alpha. And his soulmate.

Yeah, that was definitely okay.

His face sank back to Eddie’s neck. Eddie replaced the comforter then gently thumbed that super-sensitive groove behind Steve’s ear. Eddie’s words had rubbed that ravenous edge from his need, and a pleasant sleepiness overcame him. His soft purrs were answered by a low, growly vibration from Eddie’s chest.

Oh yeah, that felt wonderful.

“Ssssssh, Stevie. You can relax now. Your Alpha has got you. Gonna take care of you till you’re all healed. You rest now, Omega.”

Steve melted a little deeper into Eddie and willingly obeyed.

Chapter 6 on tumblr

tags: @wheneverfeasible @mugloversonly @ellietheasexylibrarian

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[childlikegoblinqueen]

Oh, hey! Some more SCOMverse OCs coming .

The Tholomules (Steves mom and Stepdad) and Katya’s mother!

Bettie Cutburn is still my favorite.

[braveclementine]

Invasion

Warnings: None, some angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Sam grinned, filming on his phone as Steve and Bucky pushed Mateo and Kisa on the baby swings. Rue on the other hand, was sitting in the sand, digging her fingers into it while Elizabeth stood to the side in a beautiful, easter blue sundress. 

They were at a park called Sharon woods, which was filled with parents and kids on the beautiful April day. There was a playground a few yards away, built on mulch with slides and monkey bars. They'd already helped the kids on the slides until they got bored of them, wanting to go on the swings. 

"I'm gonna send it to Tony." Sam said, ending the video and then sent it to Tony. 

"I wish they were here." Steve sighed a little as Kisa giggled, kicking her feet violently as she swung up. 

"Maybe we should invite them over." Elizabeth said thoughtfully. "Trang and Kat both live in mansions. I'm sure we can work out fitting everyone." 

Steve chuckled but Sam shook his head. "Nah, Nat won't leave the tower anymore. She's worried about Anastasia's safety." 

Elizabeth looked confused, "They're not taking the kids out?" 

Sam scratched the back of his head helplessly, glancing at Steve and Bucky. 

"But," Elizabeth protested. "The kids need other childrens' interactions. They need to go to playgrounds and play in the dirt!"

"You forget," Steve said quickly. "The others aren't as old as these three. They're only at the six month mark and barely. They shouldn't-" 

"I didn't forget!" Elizabeth snapped angrily, hands clenching into tight fists, eyes flashing. It was silent for a second as Rue looked up at her and Steve and Bucky stopped pushing the kids. Elizabeth's entire body was tense as a live wire and Steve sighed. 

"I- I'm sorry." Elizabeth whispered, guilt written all over her face. "Steve-" 

Steve pulled her into a hug gently and her entire body relaxed. "It's okay princess. It's alright. I'm sorry." 

Elizabeth took a couple of deep breaths and then pulled back. "I did forget. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I just. . ." 

"Hey. I understand." Steve said softly. He kissed her forehead. "Do you want to go home?" 

"No. I'm okay." Elizabeth shook her head, smiling a little. "Besides, we're actually going to see the others on the other side of the park." 

"Really?" Sam asked with more enthusiasm than necessary, trying to bring back the light, happy feeling. 

"Yeah." Elizabeth smiled, relaxing even more now and Steve smiled too, resting his chin on her shoulder. Bucky on the other hand, kept his piercing eyes fixed on her, trying to see if she was truly alright. She seemed a little tired and there was still some guilt in her eyes, but she seemed alright. "Although we should probably change them into their bathing suits." 

"We're taking them swimming?" Steve's voice climbed two octaves in equal excitement and nerves. 

"No, no, no." Elizabeth quickly reassured him. "But there's like a very tiny water. . . uh thing? I don't know how to describe it." 

They walked back to the car and while Sam and Bucky helped the kids into bathing suits, Steve looked out at the rest of the park. There was a visitors center that he had gone into already. It had included an indoor playground which was very large, a small gift shop, and another section that had tunnels and boards that informed kids about the different animals in the woods. 

Across from the visitors center was something called a heritage village. It wasn't actually a village back in the 1800s, instead they were buildings that had been saved from demolition and moved here as a museum of living history. They were beautiful houses and buildings, although very old. He wouldn't have minded coming back here to do a tour if he could. 

"You ever go to the heritage village?" He asked Elizabeth. 

"Twice." She answered him, putting a tiny water shirt over Kisa. "Once when I was in second grade, we came here for a tour. I don't really remember much. The second time. . . I think I was in fifth or sixth grade. And I went with a friend and her parents for the Halloween event. Once again, don't really remember anything about the houses. I just remember there was this competition to eat a doughnut off of a string without using our hands. I got powdered sugar all over my face." 

"I bet you won." Steve chuckled. 

"Nope. My friend did." Elizabeth shrugged and then added thoughtfully. "I wonder what happened to her. I didn't see her again after that. She switched to another school and I stopped doing girl scouts." 

"All done." Bucky said proudly, carrying Mateo out in his swimming trunks. 

Steve rolled his eyes. "Good job. You put pants on him." 

"Shut it punk." Bucky protested. "Do you know how hard it is to dress babies when they're fussy?" 

Elizabeth giggled, putting Rue into her car seat. "Hush you two. Get in the car." 

"Yes ma'am." Bucky teased, hopping into the back of the car to put Mateo in his car seat. Steve slid into the passenger seat. 

The ride wasn't long, maybe three minutes, before they were pulling into another parking lot with Wooly Mammoth statues out front. They parked and then got out of the car, going up to the playground. 

This one was a little larger, built on hard, blue foam stuff. There were two playgrounds with a wall of rocks dividing them. On top of the rocks was a statue of a sabretooth tiger, that a little kid was sitting on top of, while a parent took a picture of them. There was a pavilion area with a snackbar, which wasn't open at the moment. 

Steve saw the water feature immediately since Violetta was standing near it, holding Valentines' hand as small geysers of water shot out of different coloured holes in the ground. There were also very small dips in the ground with fossils attached, that had water running through them. Katya and Trang were standing in them, taking pictures. 

"Hey guys!" Trang squealed, running over to them. Steve opened his arms immediately as Trang barreled into him. 

"Hey pretty girl." The words slipped off his tongue and he realized right then and there that he hadn't just missed Elizabeth. He'd missed all of them. 

The others converged on them and soon, it was Bucky, Steve, and Elijah standing together, watching the girls, Lan, Josh, and Sam play with the kids in the water. 

"How's she doing?" Elijah asked. 

"Really good." Bucky said slowly. "Although she had a small episode today. Small though, lasted about fifteen seconds if that." 

"What happened?" 

"We were talking about the others back home." Steve spoke up, feeling like he should tell this part. "How Natasha isn't very keen on Anastasia leaving the tower. And when Elizabeth was protesting it, I used the words 'You forget' when explaining the kids were a lot younger than these three. And she sort've froze up. She also snapped at me." 

"She bite you?" Elijah asked, though he was grinning. 

Steve looked a little shocked and Bucky chuckled. "He's playing with you punk. Nah, she just sort've froze and then apologized almost immediately. Like I said, it was quick." 

"Get over here you three!" Vi shouted over her shoulder. "You're going to miss everything." 

"I prefer staying dry." Elijah called back, but he moved forwards anyways and the two super soldiers followed. 

😼🧗‍♂️ 丅ｉ𝕄έ 𝓈ᛕίρ 🚵‍♀️🚏

Steve was exhausted as they came back from the small club that the Ohioans had sang at all night. It had been a long day and the kids were exhausted too, fast asleep in their parents arms as Elizabeth opened up the garage door and they headed inside through the back door. 

"Okay, I'm gonna feed the bunnies, you three want to take them upstairs and brush their teeth?" Elizabeth asked, handing Kisa over to Sam. 

"Yeah." Steve murmured, heading through the side office door so they didn't have to navigate around all of the rabbit cages, before heading up the stairs. They gently helped each other to get the kids' teeth brush, before taking them into the bedroom they slept in. 

It was her brothers' shared room, the beds and everything still in place where they had been when they'd been growing up. But now on the other side of the room were three cribs for the babies to sleep in. 

Steve laid Kisa down to sleep, kissing her forehead and murmuring how much he loved her. She let out the most adorable cooing noise, looking so peaceful and relaxed. 

Suddenly, Elizabeth screamed. 

Steve tore away from the crib, telling Sam to stay with the kids. Bucky leapt over the railing as Steve dashed around to take the stairs, the two of them thundering down the stairs, skidding to a stop in the dark living room. Bucky flipped the switch on. 

Elizabeth was on her knees, her hands pressed hard against Heimdalls' chest, the all seeing god laying on the floor, bleeding out. Her head snapped up and she said, "Steve get me water, Bucky get me a towel. Get Sam to call Elijah and the others. Tell them to bring the family over and the sling ring. We have to get him to Bruce." 

Steve ran for the kitchen and Bucky ran back up the stairs. Steve grabbed a gallon water jug, bringing it back to the living room and poured the water out over Heimdall, before going back for more. 

He came back to find Bucky helping Elizabeth keep pressure on Heimdalls' wounds. 

Sam came down the stairs at that moment. "Trang can't get into contact with Tony at all." 

"Fuck." Elizabeth cursed. 

"They're on their way." Sam informed them. "Should I get the babies?" 

"Yes." Elizabeth said hurriedly as the water swirled around her, slowly closing up Heimdalls' wounds. "Please." 

Sam hurried back up the stairs while Steve and Bucky stayed kneeling next to Elizabeth. 

"Do you think the others' are okay?" Bucky asked softly. 

Elizabeth's eyes flashed lime green. "They're alive, but they're all badly hurt. Loki and Thor have been taken captive. A group of Asgardian rebels are trying to attack the tower. The others. . . they're okay too. But we need to get there." 

"Then let's get there." Lan said, as the others filed into the room, geared up for a fight. "Ya know, Avengers Assemble." 

Steve huffed out a laugh.

😽 🙀 卩ᗝ𝓥 ČᕼᵃภᎶє 🐨 🐯

Penny sighed as she watched the video Sam had sent Tony of the kids out at the park. They looked so happy and the park they were in looked beautiful. Penny glanced over at where Natasha was rocking Anastasia in her arms, playing with a butterfly toy, hovering it over her head while the red head child tried to grab it. 

Penny didn't blame Nat for being overprotective of her kids. But she also wished that Chamber and the others could be at the park with Rue, Kisa, Mateo, and Valentine. 

"I feel like we should make plans for when they come back." Tony said from where he was lounging on the couch, his head in Stephen's lap. Stephen had fallen asleep over his book, jerking awake now as Tony broke the sleepy silence. 

"You just want an excuse for another party." Rhodey yawned, answering emails on his tablet for the air force. 

"No parties. Not with the kids here." Natasha shook her head. "The Christmas one was bad enough." 

"Aww Nat, c'mon." Clint whined. "The kids will be fine. We throw parties here all the time and nothing happens." 

"No. Tony." Nat practically growled out. 

"But-" Tony protested but Stephen pinched his ear and muttered, "Leave it bubs." 

"Maybe just a party for us." Wanda said softly, trying to appease everyone. 

"May-" Bruce started before they heard a huge crash from outside. The room went silent, everyone alert. Stephen stood up, drifting over to the window. 

"It's an army." He informed them, a serious look on his face. "It looks like they might be from Asgard." 

"Do you think something has happened to Loki or Thor?" Bruce asked immediately. Penny felt that sick feeling in her stomach again. 

"I don't know." Stephen said slowly. "I'm going down to meet them." 

"We'll go with you." Clint said quickly. 

"What about the kids?" Wanda asked. 

"You, Natasha, and Vision stay with them." Tony ordered immediately, "Bruce, you too." 

The four of them nodded, gathering the children into the living room completely, while the others headed down through the tower. 

Penny approached the army hesitantly with the others, her hand on her gun. The army was massive, perhaps three hundred or so soldiers. Penny stopped dead when she saw that Loki and Thor were with them, but in terrible condition. 

"Loki." Tony gasped out while Stephens' hand shot out to stop Tony from approaching. 

The two Gods were on their knees. Thor was completely unconscious, head lolled to the side. His face was purple and it looked like he might have some broken bones. Loki on the other hand, was just barely conscious, swaying as he tried to stay upright. Blood covered his face, some of it still leaking from a cut on his forehead. His blue eyes were glazed in pain as they swept over Tony first, then Stephen, Penny, then the rest, before closing again.

Penny's heart fluttered uncomfortably as she looked for Hogun or Heimdall or Sif or Fandral or Volstagg, but she did not see any of the other Asgardians. 

"You are the Midgardians friendly with these Gods?" One of the men in the front asked. He was larger than most of the others, clearly a general of some sort. 

"Yes." Stephen answered calmly. "What do you want in trade for them?" 

"We want their blood." The general smirked. "And yours. But. . . if you can point us in the direction of our Goddess, then perhaps we will consider sparing some of your lives." 

That wasn't comforting at all. 

"I can probably hook you up with Taylor Swift." Tony responded. Clint snorted. 

The general huffed, throwing some orb at them. Penny darted away, but then cried out as some sort of transparent wall appeared in front of her. Looking around, she saw they were in a semi-circle sort of contraption, none of them able to get out. Thick, clear strands started to unfurl from the ceiling and Penny dodged away from one. 

Rhodey cried out as they wrapped around his wrists, drawing his arms over his head. Penny's back hit the shield, trying to avoid them, but it was useless. There was no escape, and soon all of them had their hands over their head. 

She was glad now that Wanda and Vision had been the two to stay with the children. With Bruce and Nats' help, they could get the children out of here. Maybe regroup with the Ohioans and tell them what had happened. At least Steve, Sam, and Bucky were safe. Elijah, Lan, Vi, Josh, Katya. . . all of them were safe. 

"Let's see. . . them or you?" The man questioned, gripping Loki's face. Loki said nothing, squaring his jaw, before the mans' fist came down across his face. Stephen and Tony both jerked in their bonds while Loki crumped to the grass. "I guess you." 

The guards holding him raised their knives, but before either of them could stab Loki, they both fell over. 

The clearing was silent for a second. The Asgardian army was looking around in confusion while the general looked over their dead bodies. "Arrows!" He shouted, looking around. "HOGUN!" 

Hogun? Was he alive then? But it would be hard for one man to defeat three hundred people. . .

The general turned back to Loki, kneeling down, grabbing him by his hair. Penny wished she could cover her face with her hands as the knife was put to his throat. 

Suddenly, a golden trident flew through the clearing, stabbing through the man before Elizabeth stepped out into the clearing, the trident flying back to her hand. The man turned, staggering. 

"Pick on someone your own size." Elizabeth said as the general fell over, dead. The Asgardian army turned towards her and a smile slowly spread across her face. "Ohioans! Assemble!" 

Elijah and Mai flew across the sky, dropping into the Asgardian army, fire and electricity lighting the army up immediately. Sam and Katya flew across the sky, one shooting bullets from his gun, the other slinging arrows from her bow. Steve, Bucky, Elizabeth, Ahni, and Violetta charged across the grass, crashing into the army while Ghaida flitted across the field towards Loki and Thor. 

Trang flew down from the sky in her Iron Woman outfit, Riri soon joining her in her Iron heart suit. The two of them landed in front of the dome and Trang's faceplate came down. "Aww you guys look nice and safe in your bubble." 

"Really glad you're okay." Tony panted out. "You want to get us out of here?" 

"Maybe." Trang teased while working at the dome they were trapped in. "Riri, go get Heimdall, bring him to the lab." 

The African American girl nodded, flying back into the forest that the Ohioans had come from.

"Heimdall?" Penny questioned, gritting her teeth as the chains around her wrists tightened, clearly not liking whatever Trang was doing to the bubble. 

"He showed up in Elizabeth's living room unconscious." Trang explained. "We thought it would be best if we got back here immediately. Lucky thing we did too. Where would you guys be without us?" 

"Bahamas." Tony sighed. "Probably." 

Trang wrinkled her nose at him and the bubble came down. "Rude." 

Tony grabbed her hand, dragging her over to where Ghaida was applying medical to Thor and Loki. Penny dashed over to them as well. 

"They'll be okay." Ghaida told them right then and there. "Get them to the medbay, I'm going to go and join the fight." Ghaida got up, her palms suddenly alight with orange aura, leaping into the fight. Penny looked up to see her touch a man, him dissolving into dust immediately. Steve slammed a man across the face with his shield while Elizabeth and Elijah froze and flamed a man at the same time, him shattering into pieces as he turned into dried ice. 

Ahni slammed into another guard while Mai took apart tens of men, ripping through them with lightning. Trang soared into the battle, joining Katya and Sam in the sky as they rained bullets and arrows down on them. 

Penny ran forwards, taking the safety off her gun, firing into the heads of two men as she ran towards Steve. They fell immediately, three of them turning on her. Bucky wrapped his hand around one of the mens' throats, snapping his neck, while Katya put two arrows through the other twos' heads. 

"Hey doll." Bucky called casually like they weren't fighting for their lives. "What's new?" 

Penny rolled her eyes, wishing she could hug him. "Alright, she wants a spanking, noted." Bucky muttered to himself, before shooting another Asgardian. "Do you think its' cheating if we brought guns to a sword fight?" 

"I think they almost killed Loki and Thor and we could use machine guns if we wanted to." Penny responded, shooting another man who had gone to leap onto Violetta's back. 

Lan appeared out of nowhere, stabbing a man in the neck with his knife, before turning back into a microscopic fly, buzzing away to his next victim.

Suddenly, Elijah was landing next to them, grabbing Penny and Bucky's arms, "Run." 

"What?" Penny asked, taken by surprise, tripping over her own two feet to run with them. 

"Elizabeth's firing up." Elijah said. "and you don't want to be caught in the crossfire." 

Penny looked over her shoulder to see Elizabeth having risen into the air, a blue aura surrounding her with her trident in hand. 

"Where's Wanda?" Elijah shouted to Tony as they ran, "We're going to need a shield." 

"What did you guys use before you had Wanda?" Penny asked as Tony pointed up to the tower. 

Elijah glanced down at her, "We didn't. We could just withstand it." 

Suddenly, electricity crackled and Penny turned to see that Mjolnir had flown into Elizabeth's other hand. Loki murmured something and Stephen turned to him, "What bubs?" 

Elijah and Mai stood in front of the group, a wall of fire starting to surround them, while Mai reached down, touching the earth to lift it into a cliff for them to hide behind. 

Penny watched as the soldiers in front of Elizabeth started to drop their weapons, cowering on their knees. 

"Our goddess." Loki breathed out, before falling completely unconscious. 

"That's-" Tony cut off as Elizabeth slammed Thor's hammer into her trident and they all had to hit the ground as the air filled with a thunderous sound. It was louder than anything Penny had ever heard come from the sky before. New York city went dark as the electricity went out, and a static electricity mixed with water filled the air. Penny could feel her skin tingling as her fingers dug into the dirt. 

Then there was a silence. Ringing silence that filled Penny's ears and she whimpered just a little, putting her hands over her ears. She opened her eyes, seeing that Elijah had staggered to his knees, the fire put out. 

And then the ringing faded and Elizabeth hopped down over the cliff edge, looking weary. "It's over." And then she too, collapsed.

[stevecoven]

multiple people commented on my most recent Steve art with "it was Roscoe wasn't it" and I am SO glad people are on the crackship bandwagon with me. they kissed a couple times in high school it was a whole thing

[tinatinaartis]

sturphy and katwin (derwin x katya )

muprh x steve (murph is the oc from @jamscandraw )

i think i have think here to post and too instgrams

my instgrams is tinatina_story_drawing

[fadeintoyou1993]

All this Stancy talk...now I NEED you to tell me some of your platonic stancy HCs

oh man i have literally so many and they vary from canon compliant to modern AUs to everything else like most of my days are spent making up hcs for ronance x steve and how steve would be like just me and the girls 🤞🏽���💖 we are a trio we walk in formation lol and robin and nancy are like no we dont <3 we just drag u behind us

but like i think about stupid silly shit like them being able to be friends without that forced romance shit and being able to have fun together especially bc of robin like. robin who would introduce a whole new dynamic to steve and nancy that grows into something that is their own.... steve and nancy who fight over who gets the seat next to robin and make fun of the loser and steve and nancy when nancy finds out steve had a crush on robin and drags him SOOO hard bc she thinks its the funniest thing in the world and shes like you literally need to get better at identifying lesbians and hes like YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW YOU WERE ONE SO IT DOESNT COUNT.... and in modern AUs steve and nancy who would watch reality tv together (nancy wont admit to it but she loves the drama and the fights) and then when they watch drag race bc fight me they would they would get into it about who deserved what win and theyre ALWAYS at odds and robin thinks its literally so funny bc they literally will refuse to talk to each other over the stupidest shit until they absolutely have to or until one of them (steve) is like fuck sake yeah u were right can we PLEASE go to mcdonalds now :/ also steve and nancy who would genuinely be like lil mean girls sometimes and if they dont like someone they have lil nicknames so they can talk shit freely ..... steve and nancy when steve likes someone and he shows them to robin and nancy for their opinion and in like a modern au steve would be like so i like this person n nancy would b like okay i'll do intel and its just her stalking their social media to see if its worth it n if they can approve JEMDKSJDKSJS literally i have too many stupid silly goofy HCs for them just bc i like to think abt them being friends and happy and having fun w robin who is the most important person in their lives etc <3 like literally steve and nancy would act like robin's birthday is a national holiday and robin demands shes called king robin all day and they absolutely do it <3

[roonilwazlib-main]

Robin and Katya <3

[takaratic]

Steve x Katya or Viney x Emira

Steve x Katya !!

i see them being in a qpr that doesn’t mind kissing n stuff!! they’re so so SOOOO adorable 😞❤️

Viney x Emira!!! <3

AUGH ONE OF MY FAVS!!!!! theyre so cute bro 😭 bffs in love !!! <3 my little eeby deebies!! they probably sneak out at night to go on small dates :(( <3

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

A lifetime of dates (part 3)

After being together for twenty years, Natasha and Katya have been on many dates in their lifetime. In this series, we see one from every part of their lives.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost series) • Wordcount: 1.8k • Warnings: very angsty!!! • This part takes place a month or two after the events in Infinity War (after Tony gets back on Earth) do not repost my work as your own or translate my work Masterlist

A/N: thank youuuu @milfs69420 for this idea <3

2018

"Meet me on the roof."

Natasha hated herself for perking up with pointless hope when her phone chimed. But she hated herself even more for the way her stomach fell with disappointment when it was just Katya's name flashing across her screen. In fact, she resented herself for it. 

Every night, when Katya cautiously reached for her body in bed, she counted herself incredibly lucky to still have her wife. The odds had always been against them; Katya should not be here right now. But she was, and Natasha struggled to find solace in it. 

Sam, Wanda, Fury, T'Challa, Peter, they were all gone, their names never popping up on her phone anymore. Their absence outweighed Katya's presence by miles, and she couldn't get it to change. The darkness was too powerful, the one single star that represented Katya lost in the vastness. 

The lights in the Compound flickered on as the motion sensors picked Natasha up along her journey to the roof. She could hear the fluorescents in the eerie silence, above the sound of her shoes on the stairs and the soft click as the doors fell into the frame behind her. 

Everything was fully abandoned two weeks ago. Recruits left to find out what remained of their families, and the other Avengers—Steve, Bruce, Tony, Thor, Clint—abandoned their tasks and left the two Russians to fend for themselves, just as the world needed this team the most.

Tony fled to the countryside with Pepper, Steve into the city. Duties to his own people called Thor away, and Clint chose to run away from his pain instead of facing it. Nobody had been in contact since, their coats still hanging on the coat rack in the hallway like they left behind a past life.

Why were they allowed to move on and not her? 

Natasha didn't have it within herself to be angry about it anymore. She had been, in the beginning, but everything took so much energy these days. Eating, getting out of bed, brushing her teeth, showering. She had no energy to even think about anger as an emotion. The empty pit in her chest sucked it all in. 

She didn't want to acknowledge it for what it was, but the diagnosis lingered in the back of her head.

The roof was so dark that she had trouble locating Katya when she first stepped through the door. Where the city's skyline and the Compound's outdoor lighting used to outline her seated figure, there now was nothing. Half the city missed electricity, and entire buildings were abandoned. Natasha had to squint to make her eyes adjust quicker. 

She found Katya at the very edge of the roof, facing the silent city. Her back was turned and her legs dangled off the side of the building like it wasn't a three story drop, a bottle of some kind in her hand. 

She looked peaceful, but a dark thought flashed through Natasha's mind as she crossed the distance, fueled by the knowledge of her wife's unstable past. It was obvious Katya was struggling again, dangerous thoughts no doubt infiltrating her brain and convincing her to do irreversible things. But Natasha breathed easy knowing they lived for each other. As long as she was alive, so would Katya.

Quietly, she sat down beside her, the smooth pebbles that covered the surface of the roof unpleasant under her butt. Katya didn't acknowledge her in any way, but Natasha had a feeling she knew why they were up here. It wasn't for nothing that she planned a "date".

Neither of them said anything. They just sat there, watching the dark skyscrapers, the rustling trees, the rolling clouds that revealed parts of the moon. One nice thing about the reduced city lights; the stars were visible again.

Katya handed Natasha her bottle of beer. She felt indifferent about it, but she took a sip anyway. It tasted like crap.

They'd done this countless times before, having a drink on the roof. Especially after a tiring day, or on a warm summer evening. It was a nice way of unwinding and finding more privacy than their apartment provided. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they sat in silence. But it had never felt like this.

The air between them wasn't tense, but it was loaded with unspoken knowledge. They were losing their grip on each other and they both realized it. Natasha could feel her wife starting to slip away. She could feel herself starting to push her away.

There was already a distance between them. The love that had always been right there on the surface when she was around Katya was being pushed under by feelings stronger and more powerful. Anger, sadness, guilt, self-hatred, fear, they made that fiery flame turn into a smoldering piece of wood. 

"Stay with me." Katya said suddenly. 

Surprised, Natasha turned to look at her, thrown off by the interruption of the silence and the odd conversation starter.

Katya's words sounded like an order. One that Natasha could not disobey for the desperation that lay right underneath the surface. A plea, hidden as a command.

The light of the moon caught the fearful, sorrowful glint in Katya's eyes as they flickered towards the sky. Natasha was caught by surprise when the sight triggered a rush of feelings within herself. She didn't think she could feel anything other than heavy emptiness.

"I'm not going anywhere," she promised.

"You're already miles away," Katya whispered, carefully glancing at her. 

Shamefully, Natasha averted her eyes to the bottle in her lap. Her heart ached in her chest, but she cherished the sharp stabs. It meant that she still cared about Katya's pain. 

"I'm just so…" Her fingers curled into fists, that powerless feeling that threatened to crush her day and night fighting its way to the surface and making her tear up with anger.

The tears kicked Katya to life. Broken souls or not, they were wives, and protective mode would always kick in when the eyes glossed over. She leaned into Natasha's side, carefully prying her clenched fingers open to slide her own between them. 

"I know. Me too."

Natasha relaxed slightly, but she couldn't help but focus on how even this touch felt foreign. Their palms were touching each other, but it's as if they were both wearing gloves. They couldn't fully reach each other. And the more she fixated on it, the more terrified she became. 

She loved her wife. She loved her. Why could she not summon that feeling through the thick cloud of emptiness? Why did this touch not magically heal her?

Panic rose in her throat. 

Not this, too. After everything they lost, she couldn't lose this too.

"I'll always stay with you," Natasha vowed desperately, the beer bottle in her hand trembling along with her fingers. 

Katya didn't relax, her voice fragile and quiet as she asked, "Even if we'll forever feel like this?"

Dread wrapped around Natasha's broken heart. Forever? Forever this emptiness, forever this awful feeling of guilt and self-loathing? The only thing she feared more than living the rest of her life in darkness, was blindly stumbling through it without Katya. To have no one to talk to. No one to find comfort in. No one to live for.

She'd already gone through life like that once, before Clint found her, but she knew she wouldn't survive that a second time. Not after knowing what she'd lost.

Her throat closed with tears. "I don't want to be alone again," Natasha choked out.

"You will never be alone again." Katya's voice wavered with tears too, her grip on Natasha's hand tightening. "I'm staying too."

Natasha wanted to feel confident in their future, to know that she could provide what Katya needed. But the truth is, she already had nothing to give. All her energy and focus she put into running the Avengers brand alone. "I can't give you what I used to," she muttered, fearing Katya would leave eventually after she figured that out too.

Katya looked away, towards the swaying trees, the dark city. The reality slowly started to sink in. This would be their future for a while. Bland, hopeless, empty. It'd be hard. "Neither can I," she whispered. "Maybe we just give what we can."

Maybe. It'd have to be enough. She wasn't leaving, and Natasha wasn't leaving either. They had to make this work. They'd been through worse. They'd faced armies, death, and losing the love of their lives, and overcame it all.

Natasha's tears had long dried, the lump in her throat shrinking until it was easier to swallow. She wanted to scream in frustration. Beg whoever was listening to just fix this, so the world would be okay, and so she and Katya would be okay. But there couldn't be a god after what happened.

Her thumb traced the scar on the back of Katya's hand, memorizing the shape in case she wouldn't feel it for a while. "The love I have for you is always there. Even if you can't feel it, and even if I can't show it," she said into the silence. No horns, no sirens, no birds.

Seeing the acceptance in Katya's eyes broke her. They wanted to cherish each other like they deserved, but they knew they weren't able to give that. And to see her wife accept that reality hurt more than getting stabbed in the gut. Katya deserved everything and more.

Katya gently squeezed her hand. "Knowing is enough." The dark circles under her eyes betrayed that she'd not slept in a while, but her mind appeared clear. This bottle of beer must have been alone. "Never doubt my reason for being here, for staying. I love you, and I always will. And that single thing is enough. You are enough."

Those stupid tears. First, Natasha felt nothing, but now that the dam broke, the emotions would not stop flowing out of her. 

She was never enough. Not fast enough, not smart enough, not cold enough, not ruthless enough. And not enough to stick around for. 

Nobody thought she was worth more than someone to throw away if it was more convenient for them, if she could no longer provide what they needed.

Nobody but Katya. 

Katya didn't need anything from her. Not a hug, not a kiss, not a home cooked meal, not a way to fix every problem in the world. Natasha just needed to exist, and that was it. Exist in whatever way she could and Katya would love her. 

"We have to be okay," Natasha said, in the same tone as Katya started this conversation. An order, filled with desperation. They both knew what would happen if they wouldn't be okay, and it would not be pretty.

"We will be," Katya promised, her determination falling slightly flat. "We will be."

[secretly-of-course]

Well! I did it! My big Steve x Katya fic is officially finished! Have some kisses for Steve to celebrate!

Word count: 61,815

Summary: Through a series of chance meetings Steve, a loyal scout in the Emperor's Coven, gets to know Katya, an intriguing witch who has had her fair share of clashes with the Emperor's system. He finds himself drawn to her but there's a problem--she only knows him outside of uniform.

And here's a bonus Severine with a tiny cat :3

[sapphic--kiwi]

posted chapter 2 of my gustho fic! Chapter summary: Still torn about the news, Matt goes to visit his older brother and his family.

[katyawriteswhump]

omega found, omega lost (final chapter)

Title: Omega found, Omega lost; Chapter: 7/7; WC: 3309; Rating: E; Tags: Steddie, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, angst, hurt/comfort. CW: knotting, marking, biting, sex!!!

Chapter 1 on tumblr Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 3 on tumblr Chapter 4 on tumblr Chapter 5.1 on tumblr Chapter 5.2 on tumblr Chapter 6 on tumblr

On AO3

Chapter 7: yours forever, soulmate

Steve snapped his teeth then hissed like a viper, setting Eddie recoiling. “If you don’t get on with it, Alpha mine, I’m gonna chew your fucking hand off.”

A startled laugh exploded from Eddie. He was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs, while Steve spawled on his front in the nest. “Talk about rogue Alpha. I got me one rogue Omega,” said Eddie.

“You’re a sheepie in wolf’s clothing, you know that, right? Eddie, pleeeease?”

Steve’s tone shifted from acidic to desperate, and he levered himself up onto his hands and knees to scrub his butt against Eddie’s thighs. He quivered with mad purrs. Tiny beads of perspiration quivered too, on his back and on his face, so recently milky pale but now a bright pinkish hue. His neatly groomed hair had gone feral already. His spine undulated toward a c-shape, as he peeped around one shoulder, around his squirming butt and hips, back at Eddie, and…

…damn, Eddie needed to taste that glossy mouth. He needed to mate Steve.

Now.

Nevertheless, a heart-to-heart chat festered in the back of his mind. Which was a miracle in itself, because most of his blood had rushed to his dick. He put granny’s salve aside. Could he really claim his soulmate—and not just any soulmate, but Steve Harrington—on Jim Hopper’s basement floor, which was grungy at best, and not in a badass way. The only source of heat was an ancient oil-filled radiator. Okay, and the rising steam of their lust.

Either way, it was hardly fitting. Could Steve, deep down, want it to happen like this? Reality check—Eddie needed a luxuriously fitted-out castle, with a moat, a drawbridge, and battlements primed with archers, pikemen, and vats of boiling oil to defend his princess from all comers.

On the other hand, all he saw in Steve’s eyes was a ravenous desire that mirrored his own.

A fresh gush of slick pooled around Eddie’s knees.

“Okay. I surrender, Stevie.” He sounded more strangled than bass-note Alpha. “We’re still taking this sloooow, all right?”

“Yeah… yeah…  Sorry… Really sorry… didn’t mean to snap… just… desperate, Eddie… Alpha… Oh God, feels so good.”

Eddie had started nuzzling at Steve’s throat, dousing Steve’s mating gland, lathing it with his tongue. Drinking in that bananas-and-cream sweetness, blended with that smoky-marijuana twist that was uniquely and addictively Steve. He flattened Steve to the nest, cloaking the Omega’s body almost entirely with his own. The pressure seemed to settle Steve while Eddie supped.

“Sweetheart, listen,” murmured Eddie in Steve’s ear. “There’s a fuck load going on with our bodies right now, especially yours, that we’ve got very little control over, so don’t apologise and… Holy crap!” He licked Steve’s throat again, relishing the thrum of Steve’s irrepressible purrs against his tongue. “Wanna gobble you all up.”

Okay, maybe not the most loving choice of words, but… damn! His Alpha needed to feast. Steve was always delicious. Today, his flavor was off the charts, and his gland leaked almost as generously as his pussy. Eddie lapped and sucked, raising the already swollen gland into one helluva hickey. His own canine incisors quickened, and a red mist swirled up in his vision.

Fuck.

His body blatantly had its own agenda, equally potent as Steve’s, and he had to reel it in. He didn’t want to bite, let alone pop a knot, before he’d even got inside his Omega and he intended to do that the sultry, smoochy way. Heck, the romantic way.

Trouble was, Steve’s neck was beyond addictive. Steve, meanwhile, had fallen very still. As Eddie suckled Steve’s heated flesh, his suddenly vise-like grip gouged into Steve’s shoulders. Only when Steve whimpered with something that might’ve approached pain, could Eddie muster the willpower to release him.

He’d barely snatched a breath when Steve twisted his head around, chirruped convulsively, and all but inhaled Eddie in for a kiss.

The kiss lingered, as Eddie’s tongue swept out Steve’s mouth to its depths. Steve scrubbed his tongue against Eddie’s, slickly and sweetly, sending electricity buzzing through Eddie’s veins. Briefly, he let his inner Alpha unleash. He bit lightly into Steve’s lower lip, sensed a confused panic bubbling up in his Omega’s throat, then released.

“Neeeeed.” Steve fretted his swollen lip. His eyes were huge, hungry, as much predator as prey.

“Need you too, Stevie.”

He manoeuvred Steve back onto his hand and knees, piling pillows beneath Steve’s taut underbelly, pausing briefly to give him a tender rub there. Steve now kicked off purring like a maniac again. Eddie paused, briefly, to fight his way out of jeans sodden with his own precum and Steve’s slick.

Steve glanced back at Eddie’s dick, already swollen at the head. Though not even faintly as big as it was going to get:

“I… I… n…need… in me… n… need.”

“I get it, Baby. You need.” He smoothed slow circles on Steve’s back. “You’re gonna get. But I need to stretch you out, okay? And, you know, I got needs too… and I need to taste you. You’re too delicious, my darling.”

Eddie dragged his tongue over and up Steve’s slick-drenched thighs, and the next few minutes passed in a blissed-out blur. Steve pressed his ass toward Eddie’s mouth, inviting Eddie to explore both his holes. Fun though this was, Eddie’s inner Alpha was getting as impatient as the Omega. By the time he smothered his face between Steve’s wet pink folds, tongue dabbing and swirling around Steve’s soaking hole, his barbed Alpha fangs were beginning to protrude again.

As a result, Steve’s bucking and clenching was getting slightly dangerous. Realising Steve was openly sobbing now, Eddie’s heart panged. “Sorry, Babe.”

“No… no… love everything… felt… am-amazing… but please… need to be yours, Alpha.”

“You’re already mine, Omega.” The grin erupting from his core felt thrillingly savage. “Always mine.”

As he leaned over Steve, arms bracing around Steve’s middle for a brief, tight hug, his weighty dick slapped against his Omega’s thigh. With an effort, he once again restrained his inner beast from carelessly popping a knot.

He drew back, took a deep, calming breath, and breached Steve’s hole with his fingers.

…

Steve was coming apart at the seams, a quivering, boneless, liquidy mess.

Yeah, Eddie’s fingers felt awesome, stretching and scissoring inside him. He’d stopped purring, so far gone he was barely breathing. The mattress beneath him was in truth, kinda lumpy, yet he’d been floating on puffy cloud and now he was fucking flying. The basement, the rest of the world, had long since vanished. When Eddie got maybe a fourth digit in there, his toes curled: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, please, please.”

“Missed your gorgeous pussy,” cooed Eddie and Steve, despite everything, peeped back and kinda rolled his eyes. Eddie responded with a fiendish grin and another soothing rub of Steve’s belly, rubbing in synch with his slow finger fucking and all-out kneading of Steve’s vagina.

Eddie found that sweet spot. Steve’s impatience faded slightly, because—gnnng!—he was feeling kickass full now, the friction mind-blowing. His euphoria bubbled up in a sudden rush, and that crazy little bud inside him clamped super-tight.

Oh crap! They’d hit home too soon—his walls clenched, and what felt like rivers of slick rushed from him, and his cocklet squirted too. He started chirruping uncontrollably, sensed the sweet vibration of Eddie’s laugh, as he rode the wave, which crashed too soon, and then…

…oh God, it was already one of those ‘little death’ orgasms. Fun but not enough. His desperation for more seized him more strongly than ever.

“Please!” His voice was a wrecked squeak. “I don’t… can’t… Don’t wanna beg!”

With a rush, Eddie’s hand was gone, and Steve… kinda froze, save his g-spot and pussy still quailing in the aftermath.

“Gonna mate you now, Baby,” said Eddie. “You sure you’re ready?”

Words failed again. A trail of desperate chirrups escaped Steve’s tight throat and he managed a jerky nod.

“Steve? My Omega?”

“Yes… Yes, please… Alpha.”

“You’re doing so good, my darling.” Eddie stroked the length of Steve’s spine and Steve’s purrs returned with a vengeance.  Eddie lowered his lips to Steve’s ear: “I need to take you the other way around. I have to see your pretty o-face.”

Desperate to obey, Steve rolled over. Eddie guided him with hot, sticky hands after tossing some of the cushions aside, then wedging one under Steve’s hips. Steve hugged his knees to his chest, offering his open pussy. Eddie loomed over him, and Steve’s vision swam so madly that Eddie’s skull tattoo leered, and the spider’s legs scuttled as if alive. Okay, slightly scary. He still longed to kiss them, to lick the glistening perspiration from every inch of Eddie’s pale skin.

All this passed in a flash. Then Steve’s scattered attention zeroed in on Eddie’s monumental Alpha sacs, his huge dick patterned with pulsing veins. Steve’s mouth dropped open, suddenly dry.

“You’re doing so well, my beautiful Omega,” cooed Eddie. “If I hurt you, if anything doesn’t feel good, tell me. If you need me to stop—"

Steve nodded his head, clenched his teeth, and his tunnel clenched madly. Christ, get in me!

At last, Eddie moved in to drag his cockhead along Steve’s cleft. It felt as it looked—impossibly hard and large as he spread Steve, setting Steve whimpering at the intimacy of the contact. Every nerve ending in his vulva set alight, relentless shivers wracking him. Eddie stroked Steve’s chest, drifted lovingly over Steve’s erect little cocklet.

“I love you, Steve,” he said.

“Just fuck me to oblivion!” Steve’s own scream shocked him back into breathlessness. Eddie grinned, wickedly, and lined his cock up at Steve’s entrance, slowly increasing the pressure until Steve’s body gave.

For a moment, Eddie lingered there, his cockhead wedged in Steve’s opening. Steve gulped air, adjusting to the scorching penetration—yup, as he faintly recalled, Eddie’s dick was much, MUCH bigger than those fingers. Then Eddie nudged forward, coaxing Steve’s body toward its unbroken limits. His senses overflowed, and even Eddie’s look of love was too much to take. He scrunched his eyes tightly.

Eddie… Eddie had got this, and Steve wanted more, his body wavering just about on the pleasurable side of pain. He remained slightly scared, because to seal the deal Eddie was going to bite, and even his fright intoxicated him. Even with his eyes closed, all he saw was Eddie… and, okay, laughing skulls and a smattering of fireworks. Eddie planted a soft kiss on his mouth, and Steve’s hips took on a life of their own, bucking forward, urging him on. Eddie started fucking him for real.

Which was cool, because Steve could feel his next orgasm already, building and building. He gasped and whined and threw his arms around Eddie’s neck, and his ankles around Eddie’s hips, causing the bandaged one to twinge slightly, though that was soon lost in the flood. He peeped again to see Eddie’s face, which was… Okay, kinda ferocious, the curl of his lip deliciously savage. Those gorgeous eyes remained relentlessly adoring, with maybe just a hint of bloodlust. Yeah, this was exactly what he needed. He’d never felt so… no, not only connected. So cherished.

And then the world flipped.

Eddie hoisted Steve up off the cushions and into his lap, impaling Steve completely on his dick. Woah! Talk about Alpha strength! The shift had taken any pressure off Steve’s ankle, though he felt impossibly full, and… Oh God, he still wanted more. Hugging Eddie ever tighter, he moved on reflex—tiny jerks seeking the barest of friction, though his every limb was jello, his parted lips gaping.

Eddie had stopped moving, however. Deep inside him, Eddie started to… Christ, it was like a mini earthquake in Steve’s guts.

Then Steve felt the knot.

It was swelling further up inside him than Steve would’ve believed possible, and a shocked chirrup escaped him. He braced for pain—and fucking son-of-a-bitch, yes! Steve’s head cracked back, as Eddie’s hot seed erupted inside him, setting Steve’s insides convulsing with white-hot pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah! Yes!”

Steve squeaked, and Eddie just kept coming, his hot seed coating Steve’s insides. Jesus Christ, was it gonna come gushing up through his eyeballs? He couldn’t fathom which one of them was shaking the harder. Steve’s every fibre pulled impossibly taut, and it really was almost too much. If Eddie didn’t stop quaking and, goddammit, growing inside him, he might be ripped into a thousand pieces...

…and then he was.

The best orgasm of Steve’s life went supernova. Bright stars shot into streaks of fire that tore up his spine and frazzled his brains. His face smacked to Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie clamped his fangs down onto Steve’s mating gland, piercing deep. Steve’s heart pumped wildly, and then Eddie was sucking and lapping at his blood, cooing softly between:

“Ssssh, shhh. You’re okay, Sweetheart. It’s done.”

Eddie cupped Steve’s neck, chafing the sweat-drenched hair at Steve’s nape with his thumb, holding him in place. Steve’s brain had gone woolly, a dull throb gathering pace in his throat. “Sore,” he murmured, and Eddie’s butter-soft lips nuzzled his gland, and Steve… Okay, he was not done orgasming after all. With Eddie’s knot buried up somewhere near his heart, a final bittersweet agony seized him, echoed by the purest sweep of bliss.

He was still riding the aftershocks, spasming contentedly around Eddie’s knot, when Eddie gently lowered him to the nest and sagged forward to wrap him in his arms.

“I do love you, Steve.”

“Love you too,” mumbled Steve, his feeling of fullness now a kickass honeyed glow.

Yours forever, soulmate.

…

Eddie wasn’t going to lie to himself.

The responsibility should be terrifying. He’d been reaching for that terror, even while lying in the nest with Steve in his arms. Even while coming down from far and away the best orgasm of his life. It’d taken a while for his knot to subside enough to gently drag himself out of Steve, and his dick still felt almost painfully hard.

But, nope, not scared. Eddie Munson had got this. Kind of.

He lay there cuddling Steve, who’d sunk into some strange stupor. He sure looked edible, debauched and pretty—a vivid pink flushed across his pale cheeks, his wet lashes sparkling, and his hair was a wild, fluffy halo. And his wet pussy dribbled Eddie’s come down his thighs, mingled with all that endless slick.

Steve’s neck was smeared with blood, too. The first thing Eddie did, after gently dabbing Steve’s thighs with a damp cloth, was… uh, yeah.

Follow his instinct to lick it.

Granny Munson and even modern science claimed saliva had some healing properties, so he took comfort in that. He licked away the drying blood, enjoying their mingled flavors on Steve’s skin. Also, because he couldn’t help himself, he savored the quiver of his Omega’s lifeblood, palpable through such a thin layer of skin.

Willpower, Munson.  No more biting!

A renewed surge of guilt almost outweighed his pleasure. He was also concerned about getting Steve up and into Hopper’s bath, before the latter came back from work, or his pups home from school.

Not that Hopper could really object, mind. They had to use the washroom. Eddie still didn’t fancy running into the Chief with Steve smeared with slick, come, and blood and more-or-less unconscious. And if he ran into any of the Chief’s kids with Steve in this state…

Yeah, now he felt a faint ripple of apprehension. He would be dead meat and deservedly so.

“Huh, now that’s kooky.”

Eddie lifted Steve’s hair to shine the single buzzing bulb’s light beneath the Omega’s chin. The puncture wounds around Steve’s mating gland had almost totally healed, leaving only the two mild pink marks that showed Steve to be a claimed Omega, Eddie’s own.

“What’s kooky?” murmured Steve, rolling over, smiling sleepily, hooking an arm around Eddie’s neck. Then sucking a hissing inbreath. “Jesus!”

“Uuuuuh, sorry I bit you,” said Eddie, because it kinda had to be said. “Totally crazily it’s…”

“All healed, right?” Steve fingered his gland. “Feels a bit bruised.” He curled his lip, snarky. “Believe me, my insides are bitching way more right now.” Eddie grimaced and parted his lips to apologise again. Steve slid his fingers up over them: “Don’t you fucking, dare. I bit first, remember? I’m sorry for that, seriously. I’ll try to do better.”

“It’s fine, Babe. Just tell me what I can do to help.”

Eddie helped Steve up and then bundled the comforter about the two of them. This didn’t make getting up the basement stairs particularly easy, but they made it to the bathroom. Eddie sat Steve down on the toilet seat, while he revved Hopper’s old boiler to the max in running a warm and bubbly bath.

They settled down in the spacious tub, with Steve lying between Eddie’s legs, leaned on Eddie’s chest. Yeah, Eddie’s dick pepped right up again. That was inevitable. No way should he take the Omega again so soon, and he let the rising steam soothe his raging impulses.

“How did you know your throat was healed?” he asked, nosing Steve’s hair while remaining safely away from the bite zone.

“You’re the one who spouted that crazy stuff about us healing each other, dipshit.” Steve was lathering up a ton of bubbles around his crotch, which was… Screw it, a fun watch. “Seriously, I’m tempted to put that to the test. You know, smack you in the mouth just so I can kiss you better?”

“You are kidding, right?”

“Yeah. Unless you really piss me off.” Steve laughed and drew one of Eddie’s wet hands to his lips and kissed it.  “Did you say that there was a Winnebago on offer? For when it stops being so cold?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Look, Eddie. You’re basically an open book.” Steve started scrambling over onto his front, sending bubbles and water spraying. “You’re fretting your lil’ Alpha brains that I need a palace or something.”

“I was picturing a castle,” admitted Eddie, as Steve settled on top of him again, nose-to-nose and dick-to-dick.

“Jesus, you’re an idiot. Can’t you see? My life before wasn’t exactly perfect. Okay, I had nice clothes and shit, but you’ve met my mom—she’s an ogre! I only want you. For the rest of my life, that’ll be enough.”

“But a Winnebago?”

Steve pecked Eddie’s lips. “I’m telling the truth, Eddie. You could keep me in a basement or a creepy cave, and I’d be all right. In fact, I have this dumb fantasy that…” His cheeks, already pink from the steamy heat, blushed cherry-red. Eddie was curious. However, Steve swerved back onto the business in hand. “I really like the idea of a Winnebago. Cozy, and it’ll be totally big enough for my nest. To begin with, at any rate. We can save up for a bigger one in the future, for the pups. I want at least six, by the way.”

“Then we’re definitely gonna need a goddamn castle.”

Eddie beamed anyhow. Nope. Not scared anymore. How could he be, drowning in Steve’s amused gaze at point-blank range? His inner Alpha had got this. Or maybe they’d got this?

Or maybe he was simply totally, insanely in love with his soulmate.

“Okay, and for future reference, dude,” said Steve, “if I’m feeling snappy, like earlier, banana flavored ice-cream helps. I mean, it doesn’t always fix it, but I find it’s worth a shot, if I’m struggling to rein it in. Oh, and sex, of course. You got that one covered. Took your sweet time, tho’.”

Eddie grinned like an idiot. The last remnants of his tension seemed to sigh away, and he couldn’t wait to get his Omega clean and dry and straight back into their warm nest.

The End

(although there might be some more short ficlets in this universe... it's been fun to write.)

tags: @wheneverfeasible @mugloversonly @ellietheasexylibrarian

@strawberryyyenthusiast @stripey82

My Steve whump fic on AO3

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Me: Worried this fic is taking too long.

Also Me: But the Hunter and Steve backstory stuff…

[braveclementine]

Good Mornin'

Warnings: 18+readersonly, doctor kink, fingering, smut, praise

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Bucky walked down the quiet street, his hands tucked in his jean pockets, looking at all of the houses as he walked by. Two young boys and a little girl were playing on their driveway, chalk in their hands. The house across from them was quiet, an American flag waving in the slight spring breeze. 

The next house was also quiet, an elderly woman who he was pretty sure had been there when he'd been here the first time was watering her flowers. She saw him, lifting her hand as notice, before turning back to her flowers. Bucky had waved back, moving onto the next house. 

In the end of the cul-de-sac, the house had not changed one bit. The red Japanese bush still sat, red leaves bright and full, hiding the front porch from view. The shutters were still a dark blue, matching the door, which had an Easter reef on the front of it. A bird flew from the light as he approached the front porch, where he saw the bird had made a nest. 

He smiled, before turning to the blue door, lifting his hand to knock. There was no answer, which made him nervous as he stared through the glass pane. Behind the door was a small front room which contained a closet for the winter jackets and rain boots. Another door opened up into the main house. 

He could see three playpens, all lined up next to each other in the living room, right in front of the fire place- which was not lit. Rue and Kisa were both standing up in their playpens, tiny hands on the edge. 

Bucky tried the door knob and found it unlocked so he stepped inside, carefully making his way into the house, "Elizabeth!" He called out, looking around. The lights were off upstairs and it was quiet. There was a good smell in the air, like she had been cooking recently. Something filled with spice. 

Bucky walked over to the cribs, smiling as both Kisa and Rue made grabby hands at him. Mateo was fast asleep in his playpen, wrapped up with a yellow blanket and puppy stuffy. 

He scooped both of the girls up in his arms, kissing each of them on their cheeks, feeling lighter than he had all week, watching Elizabeth dance on the stage, knowing she was going home to an empty house. 

Semi- empty anyways. 

"Dada!" Kisa giggled, snuggling into him, while Rue shouted, "DADDY!" At the top of her lungs. 

Bucky chuckled and then let out a sigh of empathy as Mateo started to stir, whimpering at the loud noise. He put Kisa and Rue back down, picking up his son, rocking him until he started to go back into his sleep. 

Meanwhile, he looked around. There were books stacked up on the dining room chairs, most of them labeled SAT and ACT practice tests. They were labelled with boy names and Bucky felt a pang of sadness since they were probably what her brothers had been working on. 

On the table were several newspapers with headlines like Meteorologists, Scientists say 'There is no Climate emergency', Cities at 'Breaking Point' after welcoming Illegal immigrants, and Private Property seized in Civil forfeiture often not returned. Bucky looked at who had written the newspapers and saw that it was a place out of Hong Kong called The Epoch Times. 

He heard scratching noises behind him and turned to see that the kitchen had seven cages in it. Each cage held a different rabbit, making seven in total. One of the small ones, a fluffy black and white one, was standing on its back legs, paws on the edge, before coming back down again, drinking some water. 

The cages were larger than he would've expected for a rabbit, in fact the largest rabbit in the back was in what looked like a dog cage that would've gone out in the backyard. He was flopped on his side, nose twitching as he slept in a patch of sunlight. 

"Where's mommy?" Bucky asked softly, turning back to his daughters. Kisa didn't seem to understand what he meant and Rue frowned a little like she was concentrating. "Mommy?" Bucky asked again. 

Kisa pointed out the glass doors to the solarium, which would lead to the backyard. Rue started to stomp her little feet, like she was trying to jump up and down and said, "Mama!" 

Bucky smiled, putting Mateo back down in his crib so he wouldn't be disturbed, making sure that he was comfortable. Then he took each of his daughters by the hand, walking slowly with them until they were outside. 

He breathed deeply, spotting Elizabeth immediately. 

She looked beautiful, standing barefoot in the grass, her long brown hair swirling around her as the wind blew it around. She had a teal, plastic hamper by her feet, which she was reaching into, hanging towels up on the line. The towels were all colorful in dark greens, sky blues, navy blue, purple, and bright reds, even yellow. 

She turned, looking at him and all he saw was her smiling. 

He lifted both of his girls into his arms, hurrying off the back porch to go around it and join her on the other side, setting his daughters in the grass. Kisa sat down, immediately playing with a stick which Elizabeth quickly bent down, taking from her gently. Rue simply put her hand on the tree, looking up. 

"Elizabeth." Bucky whispered softly, reaching out gently, before she threw herself in his arms. 

"Bucky!" She giggled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. She pulled back a little and asked softly, "What are you doing here?" 

Bucky chuckled out of nerves and then murmured, unable to bring himself to sing it, "To come wake you up I've been dreaming of you To come wake you up Say you want me, too Help me forget my nightmares I wanna make a real dream come true with you-"

Elizabeth's eyes pricked with tears, burying her face in his chest. "I wondered if you would understand." 

"It was a toss in the air." Bucky admitted. "I felt like you wanted me to come, but I didn't know if that was just my own selfish desire. Good to see that I felt it out right." 

Elizabeth smiled, pulling away, wiping her eyes. "C'mon, I'm almost done with dinner." 

Bucky picked Kisa up off the grass while Elizabeth tucked the basket under her arm, taking Rue by her hand, the four of them heading back up to the house. 

"Lets' be quiet, Mateo is asleep." Bucky murmured softly, opening the sliding glass door for her. 

Elizabeth smiled, going upstairs to put the basket away, before coming back down. He noticed that she was wearing a slightly longer blue sundress than her previous dresses, but it still looked amazing on her. Her bump was showing more now, though he hadn't seen it on the tv and her outfits had looked amazing on her. 

"Here." Elizabeth smiled, leading him into the kitchen. It was a bit of a mess, and definitely a tight squeeze with all of the cages. Elizabeth smiled apologetically. "I had to keep them in separate cages so they didn't fight and I got the biggest cages I could. I try to have one of them running around, rotating them every four hours, but with all the dance competitions, its' been hard." 

"I'm sure I can watch them." Bucky said softly, seeing how curious all of the bunnies were. Well, the three large ones were still laying down, but the four small babies were standing on their hind legs like they were trying to look at him. 

"That's Sushi." Elizabeth said, pointing to the largest bunny. He was white with patches of gray on him. "He's half lion-head half English lop. Trang gave him to me for my birthday. And then. . ." Her smile faded a little, coming back a little sad, "That's Checkers." She pointed to a small black and white female rabbit. "She's a female and the mother of the little babies. Sushi is the father. She was a present for my brother Danny." 

She grabbed bowls out of the cupboard, putting them down on the counter and continued her introduction. "This is Da Baby, yes named after the rapper but my other brother always had that sense of humor." She laughed a little, eyes still sad. The bunny in question was another female rabbit and if Bucky dared say it, the most beautiful of them all. She had a glossy brown coat and cute little ears. She was a mini English lop. 

Bucky tilted his head. "She sort've looks like that one. . . uh. . . what is it? Poke-mon?" 

"Pokémon." Elizabeth smiled. "And yes, you're thinking of Eevvee. I think she does look just like her. Anyways, these four are the babies. Peanut and Oreo are both males. Margo and Bucky are both females." 

Peanut looked like his father, although the gray patches on his father were black on Peanut. Oreo looked exactly like his mother in colouring with the black on both ends, white in the middle, but had the fluffy face fur from the lion-head part of his father. 

"They're lion-head, english lop, dutch, tri-breds." Elizabeth explained. 

Margo and Bucky were both pure black, though Margo had two white paws and a white stripe across her chest. Bucky was completely black except for one white paw. 

"You named her Bucky?" Bucky asked with a grin, unable to help himself. 

"Well, you know." Elizabeth blushed darkly. "She's got one white paw, the rest of her is black. You've got one metal arm, the rest of you is flesh. Do you like it?" 

"I love it doll." Bucky smiled. "Do you think I could hold her?" 

"No, not her." Elizabeth laughed. "She hates being held. She'll twist out of your arms, run into a corner and stomp her feet for five minutes. Peanut on the other hand, will love your attention." 

Bucky chuckled as she reached into the cage, gently lifting the small white, black spotted rabbit out of his cage. Elizabeth gently helped place the rabbits front paws on Bucky's flesh shoulder, while he used his metal hand to cup his bottom paws, his flesh hand holding the rabbit close to him. 

Elizabeth's eyes softened, watching him hold the rabbit. She started to ladle the food into the bowls. She quickly set the table while Bucky petted the rabbit

"Alright, put him back and wash your hands before you come out here and eat." Elizabeth said firmly as she headed back into the dining room. 

Bucky laughed, putting the rabbit back in his cage carefully, locking the cage top, and washed his hands. 

"It smells amazing." Bucky complimented her as he came out to join her in the dining room. All three of the little babies were up in their high chairs, very small bowls of what looked like chili in them. "They can eat this?" 

"Small amounts." Elizabeth answered. "You have to cut it up real small of course, give them tiny tastes, but it's alright. This is pretty much a liquid." 

"Can I help?" Bucky asked hesitantly, sitting down on the seat next to her. She turned to look at him, her face astonished. 

"Of course Buck." Elizabeth said softly. 

Bucky helped Elizabeth feed the kids. After Kisa grew fussy with the food, Elizabeth breast fed the kids and Bucky couldn't help but watch her. Elizabeth smirked a little. 

Even though Bucky was with her, he felt desperate. He knew she could sense it as she washed the dishes after laying the kids back down in their playpens. She went out and grabbed the laundry to bring it back in. He helped her fold the towels, putting them away with her. 

The night grew darker and she took Mateo and Kisa into her arms. He picked Rue up gently, following her up the stairs to the second floor, flicking on the light switch as they did so. 

He followed her to where he knew her room was and found it just a little bit changed. Her bed was still in the corner of the room, pressed up against the front and side wall. All of the medals and ribbons she had won in gymnastic competitions were still hanging on the walls, trophies still on the top of her bookcase and on a small shelf above her bed. 

The desk that used to sit in her room was gone, replaced by three cribs, which she laid Mateo and Kisa down in, while Bucky laid Rue down in the last one. Elizabeth smiled at Bucky, slowly undressing, grabbing her pajamas. 

Bucky breathed out, seeing her smooth skin and the baby bump. He ran his hand over the baby bump, before Elizabeth turned out the light, pulling him into the bed. The bed was covered with stuffed animals and he recognized almost all of them. They were all of the ones that he'd gotten her throughout the years at HYDRA. She had kept all of them. The only one he thought was missing was the Penguin Pillow Pet, because it was at the tower in her room. 

The bed was small, only meant for one person, but they made it work, his arms wrapped tightly around her as she slept with her face pressed against his chest. 

"Doll, I love you so much." Bucky whispered softly against her hair. 

"I love you too Bucky." Elizabeth whispered softly. 

"God I've missed you calling me Bucky." He smiled a little. "You called me James for so long while your memories. . ." 

Elizabeth laughed a little, snuggling into him. "I will forever call you Bucky. You don't have to worry about that." 

Bucky hummed softly, hugging her tighter. "Doll. . . have you been okay? Really?" 

She was silent for a little bit. "Yes. . . for the most part. I love being here but its' also hard. Everything reminds me of my brothers and my dad and. . . and even my mom. I mean. . . I know she loved me, truly. I know everything she did, she thought she was doing for me, to protect me, to make me stronger." 

Tears fell down her cheeks. "It's so hard because when I didn't have all  my memories, I just understood she was HYDRA and that meant she was bad. But with every memory uncovered now. . . I think I actually miss her. She was loving. I- I miss her tucking me in." A small sob escaped Elizabeth's mouth. Bucky tightened his arms around her, letting her cry into his chest. 

"I can see the ghosts now." Elizabeth whispered against his chest. "They come and go, they don't always stay. But they're all happy, they're all together. My brothers and father and mother. . . It's kind've nice to see them like that." 

"I'm glad." Bucky whispered softly, wondering in the back of his head if he'd ever be able to talk to his sister or mother again. He knew Tony had gotten to speak to his father for a short period of time. "Doll?" 

"Hmm?" She asked sleepily. 

"I just. . ." He hesitated and then changed his mind. He would ask that question later. He didn't want to ruin his visit, though he was worried if she was really ready to be around him and the others. Then, he remembered that she must be ready if she was meeting up with the others to choreograph dances. "I love you." 

He could feel her smiling into his chest as she sleepily murmured, "I love you too." 

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"He just left?" Tony demanded at breakfast the next morning while Penny silently burped Chamber. He was glaring angrily at Steve, who was fixing a coffee for himself, looking tired. 

"Yes." Steve sighed, running a hand over his face. "He said he wanted to check something and I let him go." 

"Where do you think he went?" Sam asked, looking worried and a little hurt. Nat squeezed his shoulder softly. 

"I don't know." Steve murmured. "He was acting a little weird last night, very anxious. I think he just needed to get out for a little bit. So I let him. Whatever he needs." 

Sam nodded, but Tony didn't look as lenient. "Someone should've gone with him." 

"Let him have some space." Vision spoke up from where he was helping Wanda cook breakfast. "It's been a hard couple of months for him." 

"And you can't disagree with Visions logic because you created him." Stephen smirked, kissing Tony's cheek. "I know we're worried about James, but Vision is right." 

Tony huffed, finally sitting down at the table, lifting Long into his arms to feed him. "I just don't want him to get hurt." 

"I know." Clint said, rubbing his shoulder. "He'll be fine." 

Thor walked into the kitchen at that moment with Sif, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, and Heimdall. Penny immediately noticed they were all dressed in Asgardian combat armor and she saw Lokis' eyes narrow. 

"Where are you going?" Pietro asked with a frown. 

"Asgard." Thors' voice rumbled deeply. "Heimdall said he saw an attack on the castle so we're going to fight." 

"We can come." T'Challa offered. 

"That's what she said." Tony, Pietro, and Scott muttered at the same time. Stephen smacked Tony in the back of the head while Wanda hit Pietro over the head with a wooden spoon. Hope just stomped on Scotts' foot. 

"We're heading out now." Thor said, kissing the back of Pennys' head, before kissing Chambers' forehead. The Asgardians moved along the kitchen, saying their quick good-byes. Pennys' stomach felt weird and she pushed her food away. 

Loki got up from the table, his Asgardian uniform appearing on him. He quickly kissed Stephen and Tony, saying, "I'm joining." 

"Good to have you brother." Thor said. 

Penny hugged Loki tightly as he kissed her lips and then they were leaving the kitchen, heading out the door. After three minutes, they heard the sound of the Bifrost and the flash of light was bright outside the windows. 

Tony stood up without another word, stalking out of the kitchen. Steve groaned, leaving as well, Sam quickly following after him. 

"I'm exhausted, I'm going to catch a nap." Penny murmured, standing up. Rhodey took Chamber from her and she went out to the living room, flopping down on the couch, drifting off to sleep, worried about Bucky, Thor and Loki. 

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Two days had passed and neither Bucky nor the Asgardians had returned. Bucky had called to let Steve know that he was fine, just needed some time, and that he would see everyone soon. Penny could tell that Steve and Sam were both worried about him, but trusting him that he was, indeed, fine. 

They were excited to see what todays dances would be, and it seemed like they were songs from other countries. A lot of K-pop music and dances were performed and the Ohioan team danced to BOOMBAYAH. 

However, as they slowly turned into different songs, there was a song that Penny didn't recognize, but it sounded beautiful. Penny thought the language might have been French, but she couldn't be certain. 

[For the first and second dance parts of this video, its the same. But the third part, change so that it becomes a partner dance. And completely ignore both stair parts]

The dance lights revealed Elizabeth, Katya, and Violetta wearing white. Lan, Elijah, and Josh were wearing black. They were dancing in triangle formation as they danced slowly, to the beat of the music. 

It was beautiful, and dramatic. The choreography was perfect. It was clear that this was a song they had spent a lot of time on. Elizabeth sang all of the lyrics in a perfect accent and tone. 

The lights faded and when they came back on, Penny gasped. She wasn't the only one either. Ghaida and Trang had joined in on the girl side. But on the boy side, Bucky was in the middle, the Asian boy none of them knew in the back corner next to Lan. 

Steve's mouth was dropped as they watched Bucky dance in perfect sync with the others. As the music took off though, the other four did their thing while Elizabeth and Bucky completed a different dance. As they all went back into sync, Penny squeezed her thighs together. 

The crowd had gone made, screaming and cheering as Bucky danced, a small, shy smile on his face. 

the music changed again, dramatic and slow. The two groups turned to face each, taking slow and deliberate steps towards each other. Elizabeth and Bucky, Elijah and Trang, Lan and Violetta, the Asian boy and Ghaida, Josh and Katya. Elijah and Tang, along with Josh and Katya did a separate dance. Lan and Violetta, the Asian boy and Ghaida also did a separate dance. Bucky and Elizabeth took up the middle, performing their own dance as well. 

It was absolutely beautiful, watching them, especially as Mai and Ahni appeared behind all of them, doing their own dance as well. 

Bucky and Elizabeth spun around the dance floor, their movements both sharp and fluid. It was all perfect, as Elizabeths' voice carried the song on the air. 

As the song came to a stop, Elizabeth, Trang, and Violetta were on the shoulders of the boys while Ghaida and Katya were in the splits beneath their boys. 

The cheers were ear numbing, even through the TV screen, while the cameras slid back to the panel hosts, all of which were wearing shocked expressions. 

"Well," The host who seemed to hate the team the most started, "That was. . ." 

"Gorgeous." 

"Flawless." 

"God hes' hot." The youngest judge sighed, stilling craning her neck as the team retreated off the stage. 

Suddenly, Tony stood up, stalking out of the living room, which made Penny start, looking around. The huge smile that had been on her face while watching Bucky and all of them dance slid off her face as she realized the others seemed tense. 

"What?" She asked, confused. 

"He didn't say he was going to her." Clint frowned. 

"No." Steve said, "He didn't say anything." 

But everything made perfect sense to Penny and she quickly spoke up. "You guys didn't pick up on it? The song Elizabeth sang specifically for Bucky?" 

Everyone looked over at her, curious. 

"Song?" Wanda questioned softly. 

"Yeah." Penny said, "The good morning one? Where she said to come wake her up out of her nightmares? I mean, it's all play on words, but I saw it meant something to Bucky. And it's been the only time she ever pointed at the screen the entire time she's sung and dance." 

Natasha hooked her phone up to the speaker and called Bucky. It picked up on the second ring. "Nat?" Vis' voice came through in surprise. "Watcha calling for?" 

"Why do you have Buckys phone Vi?" Nat asked, chuckling a little. 

"He thinks he lost it." Violetta cracked up laughing. 

"VI!" Elizabeth's voice said on the other side of the phone. "C'mon, you gotta give that back." 

"No, no, c'mon, help me keep it from him." Vi laughed. Penny smiled. "C'mon, we can tease him about being an old man." 

"Nah, we should wait until it's Steve." Elizabeth teased. 

Steve leaned forwards, "I dare you brat." 

Everyone heard Elizabeth gasp on the other side. "VI! You didn't tell me it was on speaker phone! Who called?" 

"Natasha." 

There were crackling sounds and then Elizabeth's voice came through. Tony popped his head in through the door, apparently not having strayed far. "Hi guys." 

"Hey little bird." Clint piped up first. "You guys looked amazing on stage." 

"Aww, you're watching us!" Elizabeth squealed happily. "Did you guys see Bucky?" 

"Yeah. . . we were actually calling about that." Sam said. "He didn't say anything to any of us though." 

They heard sounds of someone being smacked and heard Bucky mutter, "Ow! Demon child, what are you doing?" 

"You-" Elizabeth's voice was cut off as the call died. Then, it rang a few seconds later for a facetime call. Natasha swiped her thumb, which made Violetta's smirking face pop up. 

"Elizabeths' really having fun right now." Vi snickered, the screen turning so that they saw Bucky bent over the table in what looked like a dressing room. Lan and Katya were in the background, ignoring the fact that Buckys' pants were down around his ankles and Elizabeth was spanking him with her bare hand. 

Pennys' breath hitched in her throat, hearing Bucky groan and count. 

"Holy fuck." Steve and Tony muttered together. Rhodey's eyes were round. 

"Fuck~" Bucky moaned, "Fourteen." 

His ass was turning red very quickly and Penny bit her bottom lip, curling into Stephen, feeling his length against her back. He was throbbing painfully, watching this little display. 

"'M sorry!" Bucky cried out, his face pressed against the desk. 

"Yep." Elizabeth cooed, rubbing his ass, before stepping away, "Now go apologize to them." 

Bucky staggered backwards, pulling his pants up. His eyes were a little dazed, his face as flushed as his arse. He took the phone from Vi, sitting down on the chair with a wince. "'M sorry Stevie. Sam. Everyone. I. . . I was afraid I read the message wrong and I didn't want to get everyones' hopes up that she was ready and then. . ." 

He drifted off, glancing up at something. 

"Are you okay Bucky?" Sam asked softly. 

Buckys' eyes filled with pure love. "I'm amazing. Oh-" He put the phone aside so all they could see was the ceiling for a moment, before he brought it up, Rue sitting in his lap. He murmured something softly in her ear. 

"Daddy!" She squealed, giggling happily, lifting a finger to her mouth. "Daddy! Dada!" 

"Aww." Wanda squealed happily, while the men blinked tears out of their eyes. 

"Yeah, c'mere little man." Bucky chuckled, lifting Mateo up into the view as well. Bucky looked up at the camera again, smiling. Penny smiled again, watching Bucky with the kids. And then Bucky frowned a little, "where's Heimdall?" 

"Him and the other Asgardians left for Asgard two days ago." Rhodey supplied helpfully. 

"Why?" Bucky asked, kissing the top of Mateos' head. 

"Something about the kingdom being in trouble." Pietro shrugged. 

Suddenly, someone hopped up behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around him. "Hi guys!" Trang said excitedly. She winked. "Hi Tony." 

"Hey Trang." Tony couldn't help but grin. 

"Guess what?" Trang asked with a grin, "We're coming home in two weeks!" 

"All of you?" Stephen asked. 

"Yep!" Trang smiled. 

"Hey Trang, we gotta go talk to the others." The Asian dude none of them knew said, coming on over, holding his hand out to her.

"Whose that?" Tony asked immediately and Trang giggled, plucking the phone out of Bucky's hand. 

"Hey!" Bucky smarted. 

"Guys this is John, John these are the Avengers." Trang grinned. "John is one of our backup dancers when we need to evenly match boys and girls. He can do astral projections as a superheroes." 

"Yeah, yeah." John said, blushing a little. "Nice to meet you. Talk later." He dragged Trang out of the picture. 

Elizabeth quickly took Trang's place, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck. Bucky closed his eyes, looking so at peace that Pennys' heart yearned for him. She sweetly kissed his cheek, mumbling in his ear. He nodded as she looked at the camera. "We gotta go. Talk to you guys soon. Love you." 

"Love you." Bucky smiled while the others in the room repeated it back, smiles on their faces. The call blinked out and Penny smiled as she curled up more in Stephen's arms. 

"Everything seems good then." Wanda said happily. 

"Indeed." Vision echoed softly. 

Penny looked up at Stephen who winked down at her. "Want to head upstairs?" 

"Sure." She grinned, and let him sweep her off the couch and out of the room. 

They went up to Pennys' room and he laid her out on the bed quickly, wasting no time in lifting her skirt up her hips, moving her panties to the side so he could shove his fingers into her sopping wet pussy. 

"No." Penny moaned, pushing his hand away. "I want your cock Doctor." 

Stephen grinned, stripping his clothes off while she lifted her shirt up over her head. "You are desperate, aren't you?" 

"Yes." Penny breathed out as Stephen thrusted into her, burying himself to the hilt. Penny moaned, arching her back, fingers scraping at his shoulders. He waved his hand, thick orange chains wrapping around her arms, attaching them to the headboard. 

"Be good now." Stephen mumbled lowly, before setting a slow, burning pace. His hands gripped her hips, his knee pressing one of her legs up, his thrusts slow and heavy. 

"I'm always good." Penny whimpered in protest, walls squeezing around his length. 

"Sure you are." Stephen murmured, kissing up her neck, before capturing her lips. He thrusted into her again. "Always so good." 

She couldn't help but preen under the praise, delighting in it. Stephen continued to kiss her face and neck, while she dug her fingers into his shoulders, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist. He thrusted harder and harder until she was cumming and he came inside of her. 

Stephen kissed her one last time, before pulling out slowly. "Do you want me to go and run a bath?" 

"Nuh uh." Penny murmured, stretching a little on the bed as Stephen laid down next to her. Penny rolled over and Stephen wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his lips lightly touching spots on her shoulders. 

"Hey Steph?" She asked sleepily. "Do you think Tony is okay?" 

"Yeah, he's alright." Stephen murmured back, his fingers now lightly stroking across her stomach. "He just gets worried when we're not all together. Bucky and the Ohioans are states away. Loki, Thor, and the rest of the Asgardians are planets away, universes away. He wishes we were all just able to stay together." 

"I get that." Penny murmured sleepily. "Hopefully everyone is back soon." 

"Yeah." Stephen murmured. "Now hush and go to sleep." 

Penny giggled, closing her eyes to do just that.