#laura barton x son reader

[myfictionaldreams]

Accidents Happen // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

Requested by: @theatrelove3000​ (thank you so much for the message! I hope your eye is doing better and I hope you enjoy this fic)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hints of winter solider, minor injuries/reader is injured, protectiveness, possessive behaviour, anxiety, pool sex, butt plugs, anal/vaginal sex, double penetration, handjob, multiple orgasms, sir kink, praise kink, size kink, bucky needs a hug, mentions of murder, not beta read

Words: 6.4k

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Making friends whilst being in close connection with the mafia was both easy and difficult. Easy because you meet hundreds of new people every month and difficult because many of them were dangerous and untrustworthy. On the rare occasion, a friendship would be created and even though you were busy nearly every day for the gang, you still attempted to spend time with them.

Especially on special days such as your best friend’s baby's birthday. You’d met Laura Barton through her husband Clint, whom you’d met through Natasha. The two of you instantly bonded over having partners in dangerous jobs and if you ever needed a break, she’d always welcome you to her home with a hot drink ready and the kids running rampant which was a great distraction.

Today, it was her youngest, Nate’s 2nd birthday so you’d spent the afternoon celebrating with cakes and toys with the family. By early evening, you were the only one remaining, finally having time to cuddle with the toddler who was playing with the plastic toy train that you’d bought him as a present.

“What time are you and the boys leaving for the hotel?” Laura asked in between bites of vanilla cake. 

Your head flew back to avoid the wild swing of Nate’s tiny arm as he continued to play with the toy, making little noises with his mouth that made you smile. “Um, I think around 7, it’ll only take us half an hour to drive there but I can’t wait! Even though we are going for work, the hotel is stunning, and of course, Steve had to buy the best room, I think we’ve even got our own private pool”.

Laura’s eyebrows raised, letting out a low whistle, “They really do live a life of luxury. If they ever want to treat Clint and me to a weekend away any time soon I’d be forever in their debt”.

You laughed at your friend, “I’ll see what I can do”. Turning to look at Nate and poking the tip of his nose, “Do you think mommy deserves a trip away?” As you asked, you made the grave mistake of not watching his arm and there's one thing about toddlers, it was that they were surprisingly strong as he swung the train toy and accidentally smacked you in the face with it. “Oof, ok I’m taking that as a no”.

“Shit! Are you ok? Nate be careful”, Laura chastised to her son as she took him into her arms.

“It’s ok, he didn’t mean it, I’m fine”.

“You aren’t fine, you’re bleeding!” Laura was looking at you with wide eyes.

You were still slightly in shock, trying to remain calm to not scare Nate but you couldn’t deny it, your face was throbbing. Excusing yourself, you rushed to the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. “Shit, the boys are going to go crazy”. The toddler had managed to hit you right underneath your eye, the sharp corner had cut the skin and the surrounding area was already swelling and felt tender. Sighing to yourself, you cleaned the bleeding cut, thankfully it wasn’t deep enough for stitches and the bleeding had stopped already but with the location, you knew you’d probably end up with a black eye over the next day or so.

After you finished cleaning up, you spent a couple of minutes contemplating what the fuck you were going to say to Steve and Bucky. There wasn’t any way you’d be able to hide it with makeup and there wasn’t anything they hated more than seeing you hurt and you knew an overreaction was coming your way. Should you call them or tell them in person? At least in person, you could stop them from running off on a vengeance before you could even explain what had happened so decided you’d wait to tell them.

Leaving the bathroom, you found Laura waiting anxiously with the kids all playing in another room. She took one look at your face before mumbling, “Shit. Does this make me number one on the Rogers mafia hit list?” she joked but you knew she was also slightly serious.

Walking closer to your friend, you took her hands and grinned, even though the action hurt your cheek. “Not it doesn’t, it’s absolutely fine, the boys love Nate they’ll forgive him for anything. I should probably go through, face the music now rather than waiting around”.

You called Sam to pick you up and he text you once outside. Giving Laura and the kids a big hug, you reassured her once more that everything would be ok before leaving her house and walking down the path to the parked SUV with Sam in the driving seat. As you saw him, you waved happily, trying to appear as at ease as possible to keep the tension calm.

However, the moment you were close enough for him to notice the injury to your face, his smile dropped, eyebrows frowning as he hastily got out of the car, rushing to you. “Sam it’s fine-”.

“Who did this to you?” he asked urgently, hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face so he could examine your cut closely. Sam’s face was contorted into anger, something rarely displayed by your bodyguard and friend as he usually likes to be sarcastic and funny when around you.

Lifting your hands, you held onto his wrists, trying to pull him away but he held strong having not finished checking your injury. “Nate accidentally hit me with his toy train… A TODDLER hit me Sam so please relax”.

Thankfully he did. The tension in his shoulders eased as well as the frown on his face. Eyes still flicking across the cut, he instructed, “Tell me when it starts to hurt”. Carefully, he pressed his fingers across your face, inching towards the wound and you informed it where it began to be tender, so he knew just had big the injury was and how bruised it was beneath the swelling. It took a couple of minutes before he seemed somewhat at ease about the injury, finally looking away from the injury to look at the rest of your face before the corner of his lip turned up, “so a baby hurt you this much, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, gently pushing against his shoulder, “Yes! He’s stronger than he looks and yes, I am very embarrassed so please never bring it up again”.

Sam laughed as well, placing his arm over your shoulder and turning the two of you back towards the car. “Oh, you know I’m going to bring it up at any opportunity right?”

Rolling your eyes, you climbed into the car, pulling your seatbelt across your front as he did the same in the driver’s seat. “I could just have Steve or Bucky demand you to never bring it up again”, you suggested unseriously.

Sam’s smile faltered as he began to drive the two of you to the office, “I’m assuming you’ve not told either of them yet? Feel like we need to call everyone in to try and keep them both calm, they’re going to go apeshit when they see you”.

Sighing heavily, you had to refrain from wiping your face. “I thought about calling them but I know they wouldn't listen to me after I’ve told them about it so decided it was better to tell them in person. I just hope that it doesn’t ruin our trip away, I mean, maybe they’ll be calm because it was a baby, there will be no need to go on a vengeance tour of Brooklyn”.

Sam looked towards you with an awkward smile and that’s all you needed to see to know that was most likely not going to happen today.

Arriving at the warehouse, you tried to ignore the glances from other gang members when they noticed the cut to your face, a tension quickly building in the atmosphere which only meant your anxiety increased. You tried to smile at everyone to ease the nerves but it didn’t seem to work. It was only as you and Sam walked into the elevator and it was just the two of you did you release a deep, aggravated groan.

“I’m screwed aren’t I”, you say, glancing at Sam as he rolled up his sleeves like he was preparing for a fight.

“You aren’t screwed, I think you’re the only one who is actually safe”, he reminded you as the doors opened to the corridor to Steve’s office. The two of you walked at a slow pace, your head hanging low so that you didn’t see Steve and Bucky’s bodyguard waiting outside of the closed office door.

“Who died?” Natasha joked, seeing the solemn reaction from you both. Your head snapped up to her, about to reassure her that everything was fine but the words floated away as her grin instantly dropped at seeing your cheek. “What happened?” she asked in an authoritative tone, closing the gap with a single step, hands gripping your face much like Sam had.

Trying to keep your voice as steady and as calm as possible, you explained, “Little Nate decided the toy train had better use on my face than in the normal way”.

It took Natasha longer than usual to believe you, only accepting it as she glanced towards Sam who nodded his head and let go of your face. “Well… we’re all in for a long night then”, she joked but this time there was a hint of warning in her tone.

“Don’t say that, you should have seen what it was like downstairs”. You took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s going to be absolutely fine. I’m going to walk in there, explain to them that a toddler hit me in the face, let them have a little freakout and then we are all going to remain calm and continue with our trip away and it’s all going to be fine”. Niehter Sam or Natasha seemed convinced so you sighed once more, chewing on your bottom lip with nerves. Shaking your head, you rolled your shoulders to try and look as unbothered as possible, “I need to get this over and done with. If either of them leaves, could you follow them please and make sure they don’t do anything stupid”.

“We can try our best, boss lady”, Sam responded for the two of them, walking towards the office door and holding it open for you.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into Steve’s office, seeing both of them sitting at the large oak desk that was positioned in the centre of the room, laptops in front of them, face set with concentration. As your mouth opened to announce your arrival and quickly explain what had happened before they could freak, Steve’s eyes had already glanced away from his screen.

“What the fuck!” he growled, standing with such force his seat toppled over as he stormed towards you. “Who did this to you? What happened?” Steve was in front of you within half a second, his hands cupping your face, eyes full of a whirlwind of seething anger, worry and concern.

“Please don’t freak out, it’s absolutely fine, it was just an accident”, you managed to say as your face was turned in different directions by Steve as if the size of the cut would change but it remained the same. As Steve finished his inspection, Bucky was right there over his shoulder, eyes full of fury as he too checked the cut but then continued further past just your face. 

“Accident or not, I’m fucking killing someone”, Bucky barked, lifting your arms and searching for any more injuries and it was only as he lifted the front of your shirt did you push his hands away and take a step back.

“Both of you just wait, please. Absolutely no killing is happening because it was done by a two-year-old” you emphasised, not sure if they were even listening as they crowded around you. Placing a hand on either of their chests, you tried not to concentrate on the pounding of both of their hearts beneath your palms as you explained. “I was sitting with Nate, he was playing with his toy train that he loves by the way. I happened to get too close and didn’t see him swinging the toy and it caught me across the face and let me tell you, that boy is strong!”

You grinned to show the humour, looking between Steve and Bucky, waiting for any sort of reaction from them. Both sets of ocean-blue eyes were flicking from your mouth to your injury and just as you were able to explain again to them, it was Steve who moved first by cupping your jaw with his hand, this time it felt more comforting rather than him assessing you.

“Right let me just make sure I’m understanding this, Nate hit you in the face with the toy that you bought him and caused this much damage?”, he tilted your chin as he finished his sentence to show off your injury more.

“Yes that is exactly what happened. You can check with Sam if you want. Nate is a lot stronger than you’d expect someone so small to be”.

Steve nodded whilst taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down but his heart was still pounding under your hand. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, showing his understanding of the situation. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?” he questioned, his blonde eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“It feels tender and bruised but only when I touch it and I can see the swelling out of the corner of my eye but otherwise it’s fine. I’ve had worse that’s for sure”, you tried to once again defuse the tension with a little joke but all it caused was Bucky’s jaw to tighten.

Steve noticed too and suggested, “Why don’t you go and wait by the car baby, we just need to wrap up everything here and we can start heading to the hotel

It was a simple idea but put you on edge with worry as Bucky had yet to say anything or snap out of the protective trance. Instead of arguing with Steve, you nodded, knowing that Steve could handle Bucky when he was like this and it was best to leave the two of them to it.

Stepping out of the office, you released a long heavy breath, now facing Natasha and Sam who were waiting in a stance like they were ready to tackle someone but relaxed seeing that it was you. Glancing over your shoulder, they were surprised when no one else followed after you. “Everything ok, Sugar?” Natasha questioned uncertainly.

“I’m not entirely sure. I think Steve’s ok but Bucky… he didn’t say a word to me. I think they’re having a talk so I’ve been sent to the car like a naughty child”. Sam chuckled, finally stepping forward and holding his elbow out for you to take.

“Well let then me escort you to the car m’lady”, he mocked and managed to pull a smile to your lips as you accepted.

It took nearly 45 minutes for them to finish whatever talk that needed to happen, and you’d hoped that Bucky would rush to the car but it was quite the opposite. He inclined for Sam to get out of the car and they spoke out of sight.

Sam wouldn’t be coming with you to the hotel, it was just supposed to be you and the boys so you waved to him in farewell as he climbed out of the car. Steve then slide in next to you, closing the gap in the middle so his body brushed against yours as you blinked up at him with a worried expression. Once again, his hand slide along your jaw as he kissed your temple. “You know I hate seeing you hurt”, he admitted against your skin before pulling back and looking at you with an apologetic gaze.

“I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you have to shut me out”, you countered, lifting your hand to stroke along his stubbled cheek.

“It doesn’t”, he contemplates. “But, I also don’t want you to see me in this state, the things going through my mind when I saw your face, I was just about ready to kill everyone in this building to find out what happened. No one hurts what’s mine”.

Your heart was thumping hard in your chest at his passionate declaration. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to push me away. I know you don’t want to see me hurt but accidents happen and if there was something wrong, you know I would call you immediately”.

Steve’s eyes softened, “Yes I know that now but, it doesn’t stop the panic that I feel when I see you’re hurt”.

Shifting even closer so that you could kiss his cheek, you continued, “I’m sorry for scaring you, it’s hard to tell you when these things happen, I don’t know whether I should call to prewarn or wait to see you in person”.

Steve’s lips lowered to yours, giving you a quick kiss to your lips, “We’ll figure it out”.

“What about Bucky?” you asked nervously.

“Buck might need a little more time, he’s still struggling to process his emotions”.

This did little to ease your anxiety, especially as the said man got into the driver's seat and didn’t say a single word to you, only glancing at you from the rearview mirror for a moment before beginning the drive to the hotel.

Steve easily managed to fill the silence with natural conversations which did little to distract you from the nerves of Bucky not talking. Even when the three of you arrived at the hotel and were shown to the penthouse where you’d be staying, Bucky didn’t say a word. After a quick tour of the breathtakingly beautiful surroundings which included a kitchen, living room area and pool that overlooked the city, you decided to go and freshen up.

After returning in a flowing dress that felt more comfortable than the jeans and shirt, you looked for the boys but only found Steve who was leaning against the kitchen island, staring at a spot in deep thought. “Steve?” this snapped him out of his trance as he instantly looked at you, standing to his full height. “Where’s Bucky?” you continued to look around but didn’t see him and by the look on Steve’s face, you knew you wouldn’t find him. “Where is he?”

“He said he needed a moment so has gone to the bar a few floors below”. Your shoulders dropped hearing this, feeling awful that he was struggling so much. “He’ll be ok sweetheart, he just has his own demons that he’s trying to fight with at the moment, you know the sort of headspace he gets into when you’re hurt”.

“I know but I haven’t seen him like this for a while, I guess I thought that side of him was over”. Sometimes when Bucky was overtly stressed with work, or needed to protect someone, particularly with regards to work, it was almost like his mind would shut down and someone else would take over. It was hard for him to deal with especially as he tended to get his emotions out violently when like this but as he hasn’t had an outlet today, he felt the need to separate himself from everyone. You knew he would never hurt you, even when he was like this so you asked Steve, “What floor is the bar on?”

Steve walked down with you and you both found him sitting on a stool in front of the bar with a very large glass of dark liquor on the bar in front of him. Steve decided to stay back and let you talk to him considering his talk earlier seemed to have done nothing to help him but reassured if you needed anything just nod.

As you walked towards Bucky, you thought about what you were going to say but your mind seemed to be completely empty of thoughts as you were so anxious you felt nauseous. Stepping next to him, he made no move to look in your direction or acknowledge your arrival and continued to stare forward. Every single muscle in his body was tense, eyes blazing with a look that you hadn’t seen in eyes like he was figuring out a way to murder everybody in the room. Your eyes flicked over his face, noting his jaw was so tense it looked like it was going to break. Unsure whether to touch him or not when he was like this, you said the only words that sprung to mind: “I miss you”.

Bucky’s entire body shifted, all of the tension seemingly melting away like a reset button had been pressed, as his eyes softened their glare as he flicked them to finally look at you. Seeing the change in him and drawing his attention, you reached across him to grip his metal hand, lifting it up to your face and reeling in the recognisable coolness of the metal against your uninjured cheek.

Turning to kiss the metal palm, you repeated, “I miss you Bucky”. There was even further relief when the pad of his thumb stroked across your cheekbone. Your boyfriend doesn't say a word, he didn’t need to as he stood from the stool, towering over you as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest, his face nuzzling into your neck, taking a deep breath against your skin which seemed to also calm him further.

You hugged him back just as fiercely, eyes squeezing tight as you clung to the back of his shirt, probably crinkling the expensive material but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes, he finally began to pull back enough that your arms could wind around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him passionately, ignoring the ache in your injured cheek from the movement.

His hands clenched around your waist at the kiss until you pulled back but that was only so you could kiss his cheek repeatedly whilst whispering, “I’m so sorry I’ve scared you Bucky, everythings ok I promise but I need you to be here with me and Steve”.

Bucky didn’t say anything at first, his only response was a nod as his body continued to try and calm down from its heightened alertness. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he said with as much passion as possible, “I’m sorry, I love you”.

“I know, it’s ok, I love you too Bucky, now let's go back upstairs and relax for the evening, ok?” he nodded his head in agreement, his hand clasped around yours as you pulled him towards Steve who smiled at the two of you.

In the elevator up to your floor, Steve turned to Bucky and placed a tender hand on the back of his head, pulling him roughly into his side, “It’ll be alright Buck”, he spoke tenderly into his ear before kissing him on the side of his head. The sight had your chest warming at the intimate show of support from the mafia leader but your thoughts didn’t dwell as the elevator dinged to indicate arrival to the penthouse.

The three of you opened a bottle of champagne and watched the sunset over the city before you decided that it was time for the pool and needed a moment to get ready. As you stood in the bathroom, you decided to continue with the plan that you’d had since you knew you were coming here. Of course, when travelling anywhere, especially somewhere this beautiful, you would want to be intimate with them both and you were hoping to take them both at the same time. So, you had decided to prep yourself a little bit with the use of your favourite butt plug and then when the three of you were ready, they could simply take it out and save the time of prepping.

It took a few minutes to work inside of you but you were happy to see the jewel gleaming from within your arse cheeks and then continued to dress into your swimsuit. You looked somewhat ridiculous with the stunning swimsuit and swollen cut to the face but it would have to do as you finally exited the bathroom.

Bucky turned to you first, hearing your footsteps as you approached the edge of the water but it was his raised eyebrow and deadpan expression that had you faltering. “What?” you asked, looking down at yourself and wondering what was out of place.

“Doll, seriously? We have our own private pool and you still think to change into a swimsuit?” Your cheeks warmed at the realisation that both Steve and Bucky were completely nude in the water and with a small smile, began to remove your own swimsuit which captivated Steve and Bucky’s attention, especially as you revealed your breasts.

As the material gathered at your waist, you turned on the spot so they were looking at your back, you bent forward to fully remove the outfit but it also gave them the perfect view of your arse with the butt plug on display.

“Fuck”, Steve cursed under his breath as he moved towards the stairs just as you began to walk over, holding out his hand for you to take and carefully descend into the water, being careful not to splash your face too much in the process. The water was the perfect warm temperature and it felt so relaxing to be almost weightless as Steve pulled you easily through the water you couldn’t reach the floor like he could, until you were near the edge, looking out over the city with Bucky on the other side of you.

The three of you huddled close together, your arms holding onto the edge of the pool, enjoying the ambience and serene moment of blissful quiet. However, Bucky couldn’t keep himself restrained for long as his hours of not seeing or touching you were beginning to get to him. Sliding behind you, his arms crowding you closer to the pool edge, his lips kissed delicately below your ear, moving south down your neck and to your shoulder. You tilted your head to the side to give him more room, releasing a soft breath at the tingling sensations his lips were causing, especially as his stubble brushed against your skin.

“You’re so beautiful”, Steve admired from beside you, his words making your cheeks flush with warmth at the compliment.

“Even with a black eye”, Bucky joked from where he was kissing the top of your back. You let out a shocked laugh, attempting to elbow him in the ribs but he easily held your arm away as he chuckled. The noise and joke were welcomed from him though to know he had calmed down enough from the initial shock of seeing you injured. “Could I make one request for tonight?” Bucky enquired, returning to kiss the pulse point on your neck.

“Yes?” you asked, already sounding a little breathless as you lazily moved your legs through the water, still holding your weight up by holding onto the edge.

“Don’t hold your noises in tonight, even though we are outside, I want this whole damn city to hear you”, Bucky grunted as he thrust his hips against your lower back, making you feel his considerably hard cock. Once again, your body warmed thoroughly at the thought of those a few floors below potentially hearing through their open windows but that also turned you on, knowing people could hear how much your boyfriends were making you feel good.

Nodding your head in answer, Bucky’s hands began to graze over your stomach under the water, stroking near your hip where you had a particularly sensitive spot that had you shivering and leaning further into him.

Steve’s hand cradled your chin, turning your face towards him where he began to kiss you desperately, his tongue immediately teasing the seam of your mouth to gain access that you granted instantly. You moaned as his warm muscle twisted with yours, loving the dominance of the kiss as he easily stood over you in the pool with his tall stature. 

Bucky’s metal fingers then began to do their own exploration as they travelled between your legs, first stroking over your pussy lips, giving you a little warning for his next movement before he pressed more firmly until he was rubbing your clit. He moved in slow circles, and your hips jerked at the action, more moans rumbling from the back of your throat and into Steve’s mouth.

The blonde man pulled back first, breathing heavily as he instructed, “What I want you to do is take Bucky and after you cum, we’re going to fuck you at the same time, understand?”

“Yes, sir”, you automatically responded, your arousal aching in your core.

“Good girl”, Bucky praised as he shifted his position but continued to play with your clit as he moved. His lower half moved further beneath you so your body was moved a little out of the water, revealing your breasts to the cool air as you balanced on his body. The tip of his cock nudged against his fingers at the apex of your thighs, and with a flick of his hips, it moved to your hole. Even though you were in the water, he still took his time, being careful to not move too quickly as he stretched your cunt. Each inch that moved in had you gasping and moaning, grabbing tightly onto Steve’s arm that shot out to support your body from toppling forward. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well, Doll”, Bucky continued to encourage you as soon his hips were flush against yours which meant that he subtly pressed against the plug in your arse which only added to the heightened pleasure.

“Feels so good Bucky”, you say, closing your eyes for a moment to try and savour the feelings but then they snapped open as Steve began to squeeze your nipples. Your back arched into the touch, loving the twists and pulls he was doing to them that sent shivers straight to your centre which only meant that you kept clenching around Bucky.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky finally began to move, slowing his fingers at your clit to match the pace of his thrusting. Each snap of his hips would cause the plug to be pushed and even his cock within your pussy was brushing against it, you already felt so full and you only had one cock in you. The motions increased as Bucky nuzzled into the back of your neck, the water surrounding the three of you splashing over the edge.

As you got used to the position and pleasure that was being pounded throughout your body, you felt aware enough to reach into the water and grip Steve’s throbbing shaft. It floated in the water and you could feel it bob at your touch as well as Steve’s very audible gasp. He always did love it when you pleasured him so even though Bucky’s cock and fingers were very distracting, you attempted to try and also make Steve feel as good as you felt.

“Fuck, I love the feeling of your hands on me baby”, Steve grunted, thrusting into your palm as you squeezed harder, moving up and down the shaft in time with Bucky’s cock. Steve’s eyes closed, head tipping back as he fell into the pleasure, but his hands never stopped with both supporting your upper half and squeezing your breasts whilst tweaking the nipples.

Bucky moved faster now, feeling your pussy clenching harder around him, his fingers swiping back and forth in firm motions. You didn’t even need to tell him that you were going to cum, from the feeling around his cock and the sweet moans escaping your mouth, he knew you were close. He fucked you harder which meant your hand moved faster up Steve’s shaft.

“Oh-God, yes!”, you chanted, eyes closed as you squeezed Steve’s cock hard as the pleasure took over you, Bucky not stopping his thrusts as you came, extending the length of your orgasm as he continued. All until Steve quickly cursed and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from him did your pussy stop fluttering as you looked at him in worry. “Did I hurt you?” you asked, realising that you were probably squeezing too hard.

Steve chuckled, a light pink shade tinging his cheeks as he shook his head, “No baby, you were going to make me cum if you carried on like that”.

“Oh”, was all you managed to say as you felt proud of yourself for making him nearly cum so quickly.

Bucky laughed under his breath at your reaction, kissing the back of your head before easing his cock out and wrapping his arm around your waist so he could move you further away from the wall, giving Steve room to move in front of you. Both of your hands moved to his muscular shoulders, holding on as Steve pulled both of your legs around his waist, the waterline now at your navel.

Bucky's warm hand massaged one of your arse cheeks as he instructed, “Relax for me,  Sweetheart”. You made sure to ease all of your muscles down as he gripped onto the butt plug and began to slowly pull it out. You gasped loudly at the feeling of your hole stretching around the toy before relief as it moved past the thickest part.

Bucky dropped the plug, declaring that he’d retrieve it from the bottom of the pool later and began lining up his cock at your asshole. You mewled into Steve’s shoulder as you felt the thick tip breaching your hole, the stretch was just as intense as the other hole but he moved slower this time, making sure not to hurt you.

“You’re so tight, shit”, Bucky groaned as you took his length, his hands flexing against your hips as you tried to adjust to him. After a long moment, you nodded your head against Steve and felt him moving his hips, the tip of his cock now penetrating your cunt, slowly but from the fucking by Bucky, it didn’t take you as long to adjust.

As they both were fully inserted into your holes, you let out a desperate moan, feeling so full it was nearly overwhelming. Your thighs were shaking in Steve’s grip around his waist and you wanted to speak to tell them how good it felt but your tongue felt heavy in your mouth so you told them through moans and mewling noises.

Steve moved first, pulling out a few inches before moving back in. Then Bucky copied his action. Both of your boyfriends fucked you, their thick cocks stroking against every single nerve and with the way your legs were wide and spread to be wrapped around Steve, your clit was brushing against his abdomen.

Your head dropped back against Bucky’s shoulder and you had to refrain from hissing as you accidentally brushed the injury of your face against his stubble. However, with the overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into you, you didn’t vocalise the momentary discomfort and simply turned your face away so it didn’t happen again.

With how much you were being stimulated, it didn’t take you long to orgasm again, your body tightening like a coil around both of their cocks as waves of pleasure pulsed through you.

Bucky let out a deep groan and that was your only warning as he came suddenly, the feeling of your tight ass around his cock was too much for him and he was already so pent up from the day that he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His balls emptied everything within them into your ass, his teeth biting into the junction between your neck and shoulder as he grunted your name over and over until there was no more cum within his body.

You shivered as he pulled out, wishing you had a camera under the water to see the cum seeping out and clouding the water slightly. Bucky’s hands moved to under your thighs, taking them out of Steve’s grip as he took your weight instead so that Steve could fuck you without any restraint.

With your eyes half-lidded, you watched as Steve leaned forward, one hand on your waist and the other on Bucky’s shoulder, using the two of you to help ground him as he continued to fuck your pussy. With the more sturdy position, he was able to fuck you as hard as he could with the water adding some restraint so that he didn’t hurt you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescent-shaped dents in the skin but he enjoyed the sparks of pain that came with it. “I want you to orgasm one more time for me baby, I know you can do it”.

You shouted out in pleasure at his words, hearing the desperation in his tone so you knew he was holding back from cumming because he wanted you to do it one more time. Steve fucked you, hard and fast, water splashing everywhere as Bucky continued to hold onto you tightly.

It didn’t take you long to cum again, especially as Steve dipped his head and began to suck on each of your sensitive nipples. By the time your pussy stopped pulsing around him and you were becoming entirely too overstimulated, Steve finally shouted and stilled his thrusting, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his cum as he filled you up.

The three of you took a couple of minutes to catch your breath and stretch your muscles from being in the squished position. “At least we’re in the water, don’t have as much of a clean up”, you joked as the cum mixed with the pool water. Bucky laughed before ducking into the water and returning with your butt plug.

“For you, hot mama”, he handed over the toy and kissed your cheek before helping you over to the stairs but swiftly picked you up with a steady hand at your back and under your knees. “Please tell me you two are hungry, once we’ve finished drying up, I’m ordering some room service”.

You groaned in a different sort of need from only a few minutes ago, your arms wrapping around his neck, “yes please, I’m starving after all of this activity!”

[togrowoldinv]

Time

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (R receiving), oral (N and R receiving), being needy, some fluff too

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“Are we there yet?” Your youngest daughter asks from the backseat of the car.

You’ve been driving for hours to reach the Barton farm. Natasha wants to visit while the kids are on spring break.

“The answer is still no, sweetheart,” Natasha answers patiently.

“We’ll tell you when we get there, Taylor,” Ali, your oldest, jumps in. She’s annoyed by the constant question and her tone doesn’t hide that.

“Be nice,” you remind her.

“Yeah be nice, Al,” your oldest son says. The two oldest kids start arguing, but Nat stops it quickly.

“Hey, none of that,” she says, expertly parenting. “This is a family trip. We will be kind to each other and we will have fun. Understood?”

A few nods follow.

“Understood?” Nat repeats.

That gets her the answers she was waiting for. A chorus of yes ma’am’s resound from the backseat. You turn up the radio and try to make the last hour of the trip enjoyable.

When you pull in the driveway, you look back at Taylor.

“Ask the question again, baby,” you say.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are here,” you reply. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

You all unload from the car. Nat refused to be a minivan family, so you settled for a three row suv. The Bartons come outside to help.

“Hi Nat,” Laura greets your wife. She hugs her tight. There’s only a handful of people in the world that Natasha trusts as much as she does Laura and Clint.

“And hi y/n,” she greets you as well.

You’re corralling the babies at the moment and can’t hug her, but the warm smile on her face feels like a hug.

“Go see Auntie Laura,” you say to Belle and Taylor, the two littlest girls.

The girls run to her and hug her tight. Ali is catching up with Lila while Ivan, Jack, and Cooper reconnect.

“Well, I guess it’s just us to unload,” Nat comments. She walks around to meet you at the back of the car.

“What’s new?” You joke.

“Hey, while we have a second alone,” Nat begins. She presses you against the back of the car, running her hands over your shoulders and arms down to your hands. “Thank you for coming. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say, feeling your face flush from how close she is. You can smell her perfume and her fresh hair.

She’s so close to you that it hurts. You want to devour her.

“I’ll show you later just how much I love you, okay?” Her voice is low, sexy as it could be.

Nat leans in and steals a quick but deep kiss, leaving you wanting more.

You pout when she pulls away, but she just laughs. You’re too easy.

Later that day, Clint drives everyone out to the field where he’s got a new pig pin. The kids love chasing the pigs around and playing with them.

Natasha shares a look with you about an hour into the fun that tells you she wants to get back to the house and have her own type of fun with you.

“Clint, we’re going to head back,” she tells him.

“But Mama we’re having fun!” Belle says.

“They can stay out here with us. I know you two are exhausted from the drive in,” Laura says. She winks at you. Maybe you weren’t so slick earlier behind the car.

“Thanks Laur,” Natasha says. “Be good, babies.”

You both kiss each kid before you start walking back to the house with Natasha. You’re hand in hand as you walk through the field. You love seeing Nat like this. So free. So happy.

Your smile must reveal that to her. She stops and turns to you.

“What is it?” Nat asks.

“Hm?”

“You’re looking at me differently,” she replies.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say. “And you’re even more beautiful out here.”

Natasha kisses you softly. She is so in love.

“We better get back to the house before I take you right here in this field,” Nat says.

“What would be so wrong with that?” You say, surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh,” Nat remarks. “Did my wife, my sweet, sweet, innocent wife just say that she wants me to fuck her right here outside where anyone could see us?”

You know she can see the way she’s making you feel. An absolute puddle for her.

“Come on,” Nat says, grabbing your hand again and pulling towards the house again.

By the time you make it to the porch, you’re tripping over each other as you try to make out while walking.

“Upstairs now,” Nat says.

You move as fast you can into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Natasha pulls you to her and turns you to back you into the bed. You fall back a little harshly, but Natasha’s lips connecting with yours distracts you from the slight pain.

“Fuck,” you moan into her mouth.

Nat’s strong hands pull your shirt over your head. You barely have time to process it before you’re entirely naked underneath her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Nat asks.

“Yes,” you say. She takes a nipple in her mouth while her fingers slip between your legs. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Natasha says.

Her fingers enter you quickly. She swallows your moan with her kiss. You want her to be as undressed as you are. You reach for her shirt hem, but she pushes your hand away.

“Just you right now,” Natasha says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you say.

Her fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a fast pace. You can feel yourself slipping into a blissful state.

“Natasha,” you mumble. It’s all you can say right now.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You let yourself come and come hard for your wife. It’s the best sex you’ve had in months, maybe years.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good,” Nat says as she works you down. “So good for me.”

Natasha drops a kiss to your forehead and lies beside you. You come back to reality at the feeling of her hand circling yours.

“God, I have missed that,” you say.

Nat chuckles. She has too.

“Shower with me?” She asks.

“Gladly,” you agree.

Nat helps you out of bed and essentially carries you to the bathroom. You start the shower.

“May I?” You ask, gesturing to her clothes. You want to be the one to take them off.

“Please,” Nat says.

You lift her shirt over her head. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful she is. You unclasp her bra and kiss her shoulder softly.

“Gorgeous,” you whisper, placing your head in the crook of her neck.

You move your hands down her abs and to her waist. Slipping your hands down the jeans she’s wearing, you find her dripping wet for you.

“Getting me off really turns you on, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“Mhm,” she says. “But I’m in control here.”

Nat takes a step back and pulls her own pants down. She takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

“Why deny yourself, Nat? You know I’d kneel for you right here and now.” You ask her.

Natasha smirks. This was exactly her plan. To have you begging to make her feel good.

“Then kneel,” Natasha says after a long pause. She presses on your shoulders just enough to make you feel the pressure.

Grinning, you drop to your knees. You can’t even remember the last time you were in this position with her. God, you love farm Natasha.

“Right there, detka,” she says. “Yes.”

You hum in pleasure at the taste of her. You’re the luckiest person in the world to be here with her like this.

“Yes! Fuck, y/n, yes!” Natasha groans out. You can’t see her but you know she’s biting her lip. She’s close. It doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to be trembling at the feeling of your mouth all over her.

“I’m coming,” Nat says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You help her ride her high and lick her until she’s pushing you away. You stand back up and she kisses you immediately.

Her tongue mingles with yours. The taste of her orgasm on your tongue turns her on even more.

“How long do we have?” She asks you.

“Not long I’d bet,” you say. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Nat says.

She pushes you to the edge of the shower and you sit down, spreading your legs for her.

“All for me,” Natasha says. “Look at this.”

“All for you, Nat. Only you,” you reply.

She buries her face between your legs. You can’t help but lift your hips up at the feeling. Natasha holds your hips and helps you move them. Soon enough, you’re riding her face.

“Natasha,” you say over and over like it’s a prayer. “Natasha!”

You hold her head with one hand and keep yourself steady with the other. She eats you out like it’s the only place in the world she wants to be.

You come hard against her tongue. Nat moans successfully and pulls away to let you come down.

She grins at your blissed out face. She loves making you feel so good.

“I love you,” she says softly. It’s a sharp contrast to what you were just doing. “I hope you know how much I love you.”

“I do, baby,” you say, caressing her cheek. “I love you exactly the same.”

You kiss each other gently. Nat helps you stand back up and you actually shower. The water isn’t hot anymore, so you hurry up.

Once you get out, you get dressed and go downstairs. The family is just getting back from being outside. Perfect timing.

“Enjoy your alone time?” Laura asks.

“We sure did,” Natasha replies. She wraps an arm around your waist. You share a soft smile.

For the rest of the trip, you and Natasha soak up every moment with each other and with your family. It’s absolutely an amazing week.

[missmarveledsblog]

It's only pretend right? ( Bucky barnes x reader) part two

summary : the morning the two get to the ranch only to discover the stay is longer than intended , Bucky meets her family some great and some honestly pissed him off , as if the seeing her judgemental family her ex was also there but still in all that she ignored it ready to show bucky they things that made her love coming home shitty extended family or not

warning: majority of this is fluffy some shitty people but bucky is there to keep her smiling

(previous part )

“ wakey wakey kiddo” Clint's voice boomed throughout the room sending her startled form out the bed. “ we’re leaving in 20 minutes. I was also informed to tell you that  Bucky will have food and coffee  on the jet” he chuckled seeing her on the floor glaring up at the man.

 �� gotta ask laura if she would enjoy the widow life , ” she grumbled heading towards the bathroom .

 “ nah she loves me too much and so do you ,  just not like how you love  bucky” he teased .

 “ Everybody knows I like bucky?”she came out a minute later.

 “ everyone but bucky , enhanced sense my ass” he muttered. 

“ it’s 5 am even steve knows to not wake me up so early bird man what is your deal ” she whined looking at the phone. 

“ Get dressed, you can sleep on the jet” he called, pushing her back to the bathroom with the clothes the girls were so kind to pick out for her the night before.

“ when did you become so bossy?” she growled 

 “ Oh shut up , get dressed,” he chuckled . 

“ told you she doesn’t like to be woken up , she didn’t stab you either that good” nat assessed. 

“ she didn’t get a chance” he winked.

 “ Nat Your MALE best friend is going to be visiting the bermuda triangle so say bye bye” she walked out rubbing her  eyes and yawning before shooting the man with another glare.

 “ Nice knowing you barton , you grumpy sit down” she saluted the man before taking the hair brush in her hand. She sat as nat tackled the bird nest that was her bed head eyes dropping slightly  .

 “ Ten more minutes” she mumbled before Clint lifted her up, making her yelp before walking out the room and down the hallway , Nat following after.

 “Are you excited to see your family kid?… Y/n … is she .. she’s asleep” he turned to see nat standing trying to suppress her laughter as the woman on his shoulders let out soft snores .

 “ oh this little shit”he grumbled heading out to the jet . 

“ hey doll” bucky smirked seeing  clint carrying her onto the jet. 

“She’s still asleep” he grunted, placing her down on the chair as she stirred , waking up again. 

“ Here's some coffee doll,” the man smiled .

 “ hey thank you bucky , good morning” she beamed before taking a generous gulp. “ Where was my goodmorning “ Clint looked to her, arms crossed.

“ back in the room when you scared it out of me” she took the tupperware filled with food.

 “ Just friends my ass” he turned, seeing the two filled with adoration for each other . 

The trip wasn’t long enough when Clint landed the jet near her family's ranch before rushing them out .

 “ Enjoy , have fun  and I'll collect you guys in two weeks” he called a mischievous smirk as the two spun around.

 “ Did  he just say two weeks?” she asked.

 “ he did and apparently we weren’t told” he held up the phone to see the team texting them to enjoy the time off.

 “ I mean I have Stark's black card so the second week doesn’t have to be here” she held the black plastic up and a devious smirk on her face.

 “  I mean I could use a vacation” he chuckled, both turning to see her mother and father coming out smiles painted on their faces as they walked up the drive. 

“ Natasha just told me we have you both for two weeks isn’t that exciting,” her mother cooed.

 “ she is not getting that prada bag.. Hey mama , pops where is everyone” she smiled softly hugging them. 

“ Nice to see you sir , ma'am,” bucky smiled, shaking their hands.

 “ Son, call me frank” her father pulled him into a hug . 

“ and me beth , your aunt owes me fifty  for this” she giggled, hugging  her then him . “So good to see you both  but i must say seeing her smile this hour of the morning is strange, you must have the touch mr barnes” her father chuckled. 

“ Please call me Bucky or James, please both of you and I didn't wake her. It is my secret” he laughed.

 “ I aint that bad” she grumbled. 

“ doll loki is afraid to go near your room in the morning and i think Clint learned his lesson” he nudged her softly.

 “ he’s not wrong , i mean you nearly stabbed jack” her mother nodded.

 “ Well my dumbass brother shouldn’t have worn a mask” she rolled her eyes.  

“ Speaking of Jack , he  and Helen and Izzy and Maya are staying at a hotel along with the rest of the family.”  her mother smiled as she and her father cheered.

 “ oh give it up to you two , grandma is still staying here” her mother rolled her eyes. `` which one?” she whispered to her dad while Bucky smiled at the close bond the two seem to share. 

“ Her mother ,  so the evil one” her dad winced. 

“ Bucky ..baby you’re catholic right? '' she asked .  

“ I mean I was back in the 40s” He almost melted at the pet name. 

 “ She's going bingo Thursday  so Izzy will propose to Maya then  it will be just us as a family rest will be out ” her mother sadly smiled.

 “ Why do we have to entertain these assholes?” Y/N asked.

 “ Because they are still family, '' her mother shot back . 

“ Well they don’t treat us like that,” she shook her head.

 “ it's not even for the full week we can do it kitty” her dad wrapped his arm around her as they approached the house. “ your mama set your room up for both of you so bring your bags up and join us for breakfast” he smiled as she froze turning to her friend.

 “ Sorry I didn’t think we’d have to share a room for a week, nevermind two” she winced. 

“ it’s ok we bunked together on a mission and sleepover in the compound” he brushed it off pretending his prayers weren’t just answered and frankly he thought his acting skills were Oscar worthy at that moment .

 “ ok we can do this” she nodded before taking his hand in hers . 

“ Show me the way, little cowgirl” he winked, making her burst into laughter.

Thankfully the rest of the morning was quiet once they finished breakfast ,she helped her mom with preparing lunch while Bucky offered to help her father with some of the chores on the ranch. 

“ My , my a  little kitty has gotten into the kitchen” she heard the voice before she felt him lift her up swinging her in a bruising hug.

 “ Jack in the box” she laughed excitedly. 

“ Where is this fella who thinks he’s good enough for my little sister?” he puffed his chest and stood a little taller.

 “Behind you” her father chuckled as the two walked into the kitchen .

 “ holy shit that’s sergeant james barnes' ' her brother's tough guy act fell instantly.

 “ aww shit i owe mama 50” her sister izzy pushed past the men before hugging her sister tightly. 

“  Who else owes you money?” She turned to her mother. 

“ A couple of your uncles and aunts,” she shrugged, heading back to the food. 

“ So where are my future sister in laws?” she asked quietly. 

“ how good at you with controlling that little gift of yours” jack stood back shooting izzy a worried glance. 

“ Why are you asking?” she crossed her arms as the man gulped. 

“They’re outside with Eli. '' Izzy called  hiding  behind jack.

 '' as in the cheating ,  dick of an ex left me alone in a big city alone , that eli '' she felt the heat on her finger tips til a sudden coldness snapped her back to reality  .

 “ I got you, '' Bucky whispered in that voice, instantly melting the annoyance.

 “ fuck please never leave” izzy patted the man on the back 

.” yeah took us forever to grow out our  eyebrows last time  , he’s my best friend and helen's brother” he smiled sadly to his sister . 

“ KITTY” her head whipped to see the two women pulling her to their arms. 

 “ good to see you Y/N” his voice had the hair on her body standing like bucky could sense it pulling her to him and wrapping his arm around her waist tightly.

 “ See my sister the avenger pulled sergeant james barnes” Jack smiled brightly.

 “ Please, it’s bucky” he waved to them .

 “I'm a big fan, Bucky,” Eli smiled.

 “ Mr. Barnes to you son” he turned, ignoring the outstretched hand pulling the knife out of his back pocket . " i forget i had this , hey beth why do i help you with lunch my knife skills are almost criminal " he smirked seeing the man pale .  

“ I like this one,” her father beamed.  

“ Me too” Helen chuckled before shooting her own brother a glare. 

.................

“ So how did y’all meet?” Eli asked, taking his seat across , most of the family arriving. 

“ work dummy” Helen rolled her eyes. 

“ oh yeah your mom told us you took to being an avenger , what are you the secretary? '' her uncle joked.

 “ No, she is part of the team , she beast on a mission.. But always safe, super cautious "Bucky spoke up ,then he added seeing the worry on her parents' faces . 

“ I mean she's always been a spitfire,” Jack chuckled.

 “ yeah she beat up those boys that picked on you when we were kids” izzy high fived her little sister.

 “ You allow her to do that,” another uncle scoffed. 

“ I don't own her so she’s free to do what she wants ma’am” bucky laughed thinking it was a joke but from her expression , he wondered what else she hid from the team when it came to her own family.

 “ We thought it was made up, “ her aunt laughed as her shoulder tense. 

“ Is  your son  out of rehab yet oh sorry i wasn’t supposed to say that was i? is he out of that college for drugs ” her father asked as she and her sibling hide the giggles. 

“Hey bucky wanna see my horse? '' she asked, feeling the man's jaw clench and tension build throughout the table .

 “ Sure doll” he smiled softly when his eyes set on her . Almost pulling him out the door as they all watched judging like always . she barely got out the door before he pulled her to a halt .

 “ ok what the hell was that” he asked with an almost sad tone in his voice. 

“ I may be the black sheep of a judgmental as hell family. I know I should've warned you,” she let out a sigh, wringing her hands.

 " Is this why you don’t visit home much?” he asked softly.

 “ You cracked that code huh?, i mean even if she can be bitchy i still write to my grandma and my folks visit and i ring siblings regularly but the rest i avoid because i’m never good enough and I thought maybe with a boyfriend and great job would help nope” she sighed. 

“ How long are they staying for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around as she melted in his embrace. 

“ They leave in a couple of days which is too long” her father's voice rang out. “ you ok kitty?” he asked softly.

 “ I'm fine papa , we're going to bring bucky on my trail ” she smiled sadly. 

“ What is this kitty I keep hearing?” Bucky asked, smiling as her cheeks heated. 

“ oh she ain’t told you that one yet , ” her father chuckled . “ After the madness i’ll tell you “ he added before walking into the house.

 “ Let's go see these horses” she rushed off before he could ask her more.

 “ Oh no back here doll face ” he chuckled, chasing after her as her father watched from the front door with a smile so wide he couldn’t remember the last time he saw it so free on her face not a force one as she took the battering of their words  . 

“ he's a bit old for her, no? '' her fathers eyes rolled walking in they barely waited til she was out the door before the nit picking started . 

 '' yeah isn’t he like a hundred or something” eli added.

 “ he was frozen doesn’t count” her brother shook his head 

“ he makes her smile i don’t care if he is a thousand years old” her father almost snapped at the guest at the table. 

“ That job is so unsafe, people are gonna know she one of those thing ” her aunt shook her head. 

“Well ain't we lucky you ain’t doing it , she could be a lunch lady and you’d find a problem in it and ain't nothing wrong with her ” he looked at the woman .

 “What is your problem with Y/N? least she not a junkie or a dim witted whore like your kids '' izzy asked hating how it was alway y/n they would attack or show disgust at . 

'' You know what our problem is? She’s not even … ''. 

“ everybody stop yelling and eat your food” the elderly woman yelled, instantly shutting them up, eyeing the sneaking touches from her eldest granddaughter before the two went to eat their food. “ Sorry mama” and “ grandmama” were uttered around the table as the woman looked out the window  at her granddaughter running around smiling . “ she is very happy” she murmured as the rest ignored her words, bragging about their fake lives .

 

“ Here bucky bear is star , she is the best horse in the state nah in the whole of the US although i might be biased”she winked as she patted the mare’s side. 

“ she is a pretty one, star nice name ,it's cute ” he mused but  a black mane caught his eyes . “ Who's this?” he asked, walking toward the one across. 

“ Oh moon,  he's the new one , my pops rescued him , the previous owner said he ain’t nothing good but my dad sees the best in everything i think i get that from him” she smiled . 

“ he seems ok to me” he patted the horse .

 “ he’s misunderstood like someone i know” she mused only for the horse to kick the stall . “ You must be fed up there huh buddy” she mused.“ What do you say bucket wanna  see my childhood being little cowgirl and all that ” she walked towards the saddles.

 “ Lead the way doll” he smiled as she handed it to him but the minute the stall opened the jet black stallion made its way toward the almost stark white mare's head rubbing hers.

 “ oh you dirty dog come kicking a fuss for the ladies huh ? ” she chuckled pulling them apart as she led star out both getting them ready before she hopped up with ease.  

“ you make that too easy” he chuckled before not so gracefully getting on the stallion before she took head.  Bought passing the window as her father and brother almost fell over each other seeing bucky easily walk by . 

“ catch me if you can” she giggled before taking off down the trail as his horse followed  after .

  “ Hey, this guy is doing the work” he called.

 “ That's because I think he is  in love” she giggled, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her hair , taking full advantage given she didn’t get to do stuff like this back in the compound. 

“ he’s not the only one” he sighed following after her. Watching her so free and smiling wider wondering if he could get tony to get something like this on the compound just to see her look like that more often .

part three

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Happy Holidays (Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader) - Chapter 16

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Kate and (Y/n) make their way up to the apartment, (Y/n) watching their six.

“We’re at the door,” (Y/n) tells Clint.

“We’re good,” he replies, looking through the apartment window with his binoculars.

(Y/n) places a cautious hand on Kate’s shoulder as the archer wiggles the contraption in the keyhole. Kate tenses when the lockpick stiffens, and she turns the doorknob and pushes the door open.

The door creaks as it swings open, and (Y/n) tenses, her grip tightening a little on Kate’s shoulder.

The two step into the room, (Y/n) close behind Kate, her senses on high alert - like her mother had taught her.

Always be aware of your surroundings, Natasha had always said, and (Y/n) had learned her mother’s craft, though not in the ways Natasha had been taught - and not like Mom had ever told me what had happened in her early life. (Y/n) shakes away the thought just as lights in the corners of the apartment flash.

Kate immediately pulls out arrows, firing at each of the lights, covering all four in a purple sludgy, goo.

“You okay?” Kate whispers, a frown etching her face at the distracted look on (Y/n)’s face.

“Hey, what was that?” Clint asks, having seen the flashing lights through his binoculars.

“I don’t know,” Kate replies, leveling her bow again. “There are, like, strobe lights attached to the wall.”

“What do you mean, strobe lights?” Clint asks.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) replies, stepping silently towards one of the goo patches on the wall.

“Yeah, what do you see?” Clint questions.

“What’re we looking for?” Kate asks and (Y/n) hums her agreement.

“A watch, vintage Rolex,” Clint answers, and (Y/n) and Kate begin to search the kitchen and living room of the apartment. “Belongs to someone I used to work with.”

“Is it Mom’s?” (Y/n) wonders aloud, confused as to who Clint could be talking about.

“No, it was someone before Nat,” Clint replies, and (Y/n) grows more confused.

“Is that the whole story, Clint?” Kate asks, seeing the confused look on (Y/n)’s face.

“They’ve been out of the game for a long time,” Clint says, “but their identity is still attached.”

“They?” (Y/n) wonders aloud.

“Hmm,” Kate hums. “And if the Tracksuits find out about it?”

“It would blow their cover,” Clint replies. “Good-bye, friend.”

“Hey, (N/n (nickname)),” Kate murmurs, and (Y/n) looks over, thankful for the darkness so Kate couldn’t see her flushed cheeks.

“You find it?” (Y/n) asks.

“Mmm hmm,” Kate pockets the Rolex, and sees SHIELD, the SHIELD emblem, and Agent 19 engraved on the back.

“Agent 19,” (Y/n) reads. “Is this Bobbi’s?” (Y/n) asks Clint through the COMMs. “Isn’t she Agent 19?”

“She is, but she took it from my friend when they retired,” Clint replies.

“Hang on a minute,” Kate spots a notepad a few feet away on another counter. “Somebody, somebody is taking notes on your family, Clint. And, uh . . .” Kate’s voice falters, and she shows the notepad to (Y/n).

“What?” Clint asks, and (Y/n) can hear his frown of concern.

“Clint Barton,” (Y/n) reads, “wife, Laura; daughter, Lila - age fourteen - son, Cooper - age sixteen - son, Nate. Niece - in quotation marks - (Y/n) Romanoff, age twenty-two.”

“Kate. (Y/n). Get out of there now,” Clint orders and (Y/n)’s gaze darts across the apartment.

“What? Why?” Kate asks, lifting her bow and nocking an arrow.

“That light’s an alarm. It’s a silent alarm for people that can’t hear,” Clint tells the two young women inside the building.

“Oh, my god,” Kate mutters, catching sight of the picture frames on the console table.

“That’s Maya’s apartment,” Clint says. “All right, I’m coming -” Clint’s voice is cut off by a grunt, and all of (Y/n)’s instincts scream - RUN!

“Kate,” (Y/n) turns to the archer beside her, whose eyes had widened with terror.

“C-clint? W-what’s going on?” Kate’s voice quavers and (Y/n)’s heart clenches with pain.

Kate doesn’t even really see what happens next, but the next thing she sees is (Y/n) and Maya fighting, trading heavy blows.

A particularly harsh blow to the face makes (Y/n) recoil, blood pouring from her - now - broken nose.

“Maya’s here,” Kate rasps, stepping forward to meet Maya.

“Yeah,” Clint grunts in reply. “I can see that.”

“Then why didn’t you tell us?” Kate questions, pulling (Y/n) back as to avoid more injury.

“I did,” Clint replies as Kate blocks an attack from Maya.”Maya’s on the roof with me.”

“No, Maya’s definitely here,” Kate chucks a vase at Maya, but it misses and shatters against the wall.

Maya lands a blow, punching Kate in the face and (Y/n)’s face grows hot with anger.

“A little -” Kate starts but (Y/n) moves to meet Maya again. (Y/n) blocks a kick to the ribs with a hand, and stumbles slightly, and she kicks (Y/n) back into the couch and she flips over the back, her head smashing into the coffee table.

“Give me a second,” Clint replies, grabbing his bow. “Incoming.” Suddenly, there is a sound of a large metal object hitting the side of the apartment, and (Y/n) shakes the dizziness from her head, and stares at the zipline leading to the rooftop across from the building. “Get on the zipline,” Clint tells the young women.

“Kate, let’s go,” (Y/n) says, pushing Kate towards the open window, having to dodge multiple attacks from Maya to get Kate to the broken window safely.

Kate turns, about to ask whether (Y/n) wanted to go first, but then she sees the blood trickling from the back of her head.

“Go, now,” (Y/n) orders, tossing Kate her bow and pushing her towards the window.

Kate listens, using her bow to slide about halfway down the zipline before the angle is so shallow that she can no longer slide down.

(Y/n) lets out a curse, grabbing the end of the zipline, pulling down slightly, increasing the tightness of the rope, and allowing Kate to slide the rest of the way down.

(Y/n) looks around now for something that she could use - as Kate had used her bow - but then she looks at her gloves before she just goes for it.

(Y/n) stares at the woman in the mask, and the woman lifts a gun.

Clint panics slightly, stepping between the woman and (Y/n).

Someone kicks both Clint and the woman back - Maya had joined the rooftop fight.

Kate lets out a harsh grunt of pain as her bow is thrown to the side and she stumbles back, falling to the ground.

Maya glowers at the masked woman, and they start fighting each other for a moment - enough time for (Y/n), her mask now pulled up over the bottom half of her face, to move over to help Kate to her feet.

Suddenly, a bright red light distracts (Y/n) from Kate, and she looks up to see the masked woman having lifted her arm, shooting what (Y/n) could only describe as her mother’s Widows Bites - just red - at Maya. The deaf woman flies backwards, landing on her back.

Kate had moved faster than (Y/n) had realized, because when (Y/n) looks back over to the masked woman, time seems to slow.

The masked assassin spins around Kate, and time seems to slow even more when the woman throws Kate off the building.

(Y/n) freezes completely, collapsing to her knees, and she’s thrown a memory. The memory.

“Under totally different circumstances, this would be totally awesome,” Clint says, and (Y/n) smiles slightly, taking her mother’s hand.

. . .

Natasha lets out an annoyed groan, “I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.”

“Technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know?” (Y/n) grins at her mother.

“Oh, shut up,” Natasha ruffles her daughter’s hair and (Y/n) swats her hand away, looking exasperated - but amusement flashes in her eyes. “He eats garbage.”

“Welcome,” a voice echoes, and all three snap into action - Natasha draws both pistols, Clint draws a sword, and (Y/n) pulls out one pistol.

“Natasha,” a cloaked figure rasps. “Daughter of Ivan. Clint. Son of Edith.” The figure seems to turn towards (Y/n), standing lightly to the left of Clint and Natasha. “(Y/n). Daughter of Natasha.”

“Who are you?” Natasha snarls, the two older Avengers stepping forward to block (Y/n) from the cloaked figure’s view.

“Consider me a guide . . .” the cloaked figure replies, “to you . . . and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Oh good,” Natasha replies sarcastically. “You tell us where it is, then we’ll be on our way.”

The cloaked figure mutters something in German that neither of the Avengers can make out. “If only it were that easy.” The man swishes towards the edge of the cliff. “What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.”

(Y/n)’s chest tightens as she looks over the side of the cliff. Natasha slides a pistol into a holster, and closes her hand around the back of (Y/n)’s suit.

“The stone’s down there,” Natasha rasps.

“For one of you,” (Y/n) realizes that the cloaked figure was the Red Skull. She’s heard stories. “For the others . . . In order to take the stone . . . you must lose that which you love.” (Y/n)’s jaw clenches. “An everlasting exchange,” the Red Skull continues. “A soul for a soul.”

. . .

“How’s it going?” Clint chuckles nervously, pacing around the top of the massive rock. “Jesus.”

(Y/n) sits beside her mother on another rock.

“Maybe he’s making this shit up,” Clint says aloud.

“No,” (Y/n) says, the first time she’d spoken in the half hour of shock that had gripped the three Avengers. “Remember what Rocket said? He said that Thanos took his daughter, Gamora, and he got the stone, but she never came back.”

“I think we both know who’s not sacrificing themselves,” Natasha says, and she and Clint meet gazes.

(Y/n) glowers at her mother for a moment, then she gets to her feet, making her way back over to the edge of the cliff to look down at the steep drop.

“Whatever it takes,” Natasha murmurs, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.

A look of disgust flickers over (Y/n)’s face - not at the prospect of her mother possibly sacrificing herself to save the world, but the fact that she might have to live without her mother. I won’t let her sacrifice herself, (Y/n) comes to the conclusion. Mom’s a more important figure to the world than I will ever be. It has to be me.

“Whatever it takes,” Clint replies, his eyes straying past (Y/n) to the abyss beyond.

Natasha glances over at Clint, then rises to her feet. “If we don’t get that stone . . .” Natasha’s voice is softer, so that (Y/n) can’t hear, “billions of people stay dead.”

“Yeah,” Clint replies.

“Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be,” Clint mutters.

“I guess we do,” Natasha replies, her gaze strays to her daughter, who is still looking down at the drop. Her chest tightens at the thought of having to leave her daughter alone, but the only thing that she can think is that Clint’s kids - her niece and nephews - were younger. That had to be enough.

Clint reaches out, taking Natasha’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“I’m starting to think we mean different people here, Nat,” Clint mutters.

“For the last five years, I’ve been trying to do one thing,” Natasha replies, but Clint holds up his other hand to stop her. “To get here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.”

“No, don't you get all decent on me now,” Clint replies.

“What, you think I wanna do it?” Natasha asks. “It can’t be her,” Natasha can’t look at her daughter again, knowing what she was about to do. “I’m trying to save you and her, you idiot.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you to save me,” Clint pulls his hand from Natasha’s. “How’s that? Natasha, you know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.”

“Oh, I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes,” Natasha replies.

I’m sorry. I love you, (Y/n) thinks, takes a deep breath, and steps over the edge.

Though it felt like years, (Y/n) had only been stuck in time for a few seconds. She scrambles to her feet, and sprints to the edge of the building, her mask slipping down to hang around her neck.

Her chest untightens as she realizes that Kate hadn’t hit the ground - she was being suspended about twenty feet above the ground by a wire.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” (Y/n) mutters, staring down at Kate.

“Pull me up!” Kate cries, and Clint runs over to the edge of the building.

Clint simply reaches down, grabbing the wire keeping Kate suspended in the air. A split second later, Clint severs the wire with his knife, sending Kate through a collection of string lights below. “Get outta here,” he calls down to the young archer, now lying on her back on the ground.

Kate lets out a frustrated huff, and storms off.

(Y/n) lets out a grunt as a figure pulls her back, and she hits the cement rooftop. She springs to her feet, getting distracted by the slamming of a door.

Before anything can happen, an arrow blasts everyone to the ground, including the archer the arrow had come from - Kate Bishop.

There is a high pitched ringing noise, and the masked figure shakes their head.

Kate rises to her feet, and Maya joins her, kicking the archer back and over the courtyard gap.

Kate’s back hits the edge of wall, and she lets out a yelp of pain. Kate gets to her feet, leveling her bow, and pointing it at Maya. WIthin the next five seconds, an arrow is imbedded in Maya’s shoulder.

Maya meets Kate’s gaze for a moment, before she pulls the arrow out of her shoulder, running for the edge of the building and jumping onto the rooftop of a lower building.

(Y/n) runs towards the masked figure, and she and the woman - (Y/n) assumes - trade blows, as if they’d had similar training.

(Y/n) rips off the woman’s mask, and then gets electrocuted by what she again guesses is a Widow’s Bite. She grabs at her neck.

The woman stands, her back to Kate, but then at the sound of Kate’s bow, being drawn, turns around.

The blonde woman shakes her head slightly at Kate, and the archer loosens the bow. She fires a grappling hook at the roof of the building and the blonde woman repels down the side of the building.

Kate runs to (Y/n)’s side as she pulls the remains of the electric webbing from the side of her neck.

Kate’s touch is gentle as she tilts (Y/n)’s head to the side to see the damage.

“Who the hell was that?” Kate asks.

“You don’t want to know, Kate,” Clint replies.

“I cannot be your partner if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” Kate replies, helping (Y/n) to her feet.

“You’re not my partner. Do you understand that?” Clint snaps, startling (Y/n) slightly. “You never were. Neither of you.”

(Y/n)’s expression hardens. “Excuse me?”

“Someone has hired a Black Widow assassin,” Clint replies.

“Fuck,” (Y/n) mutters. Now she knew why her and the woman’s fighting moves were so similar.

“This has gotten very real, very quickly,” Clint backs farther away from the two young women. “So I’m doing this alone.”

“No, you’re not,” Kate replies, and (Y/n) sees Kate’s eyes watering - as though she was about to cry. (Y/n) takes Kate’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Look, I know that tonight didn’t go as planned, but we chose to be here. I understand the risk, I understand all of that.”

“I’m not gonna do it,” Clint’s jaw tightens. “D-do you hear me?” There is a moment of silence and he says again, “Do you hear me?”

Clint moves towards the two young women, to grab his backpack. “Go home. It’s over.”

Kate goes to pull her hand away from (Y/n)’s, but (Y/n) just tightens her grip in Kate’s. The young archer looks surprised for a moment, but she allows (Y/n) to pull her away.

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Green Octopus

Part 2 of Face Paint

Summary: After meeting the Barton Family and Natasha, Y/N is given Nats number by Clint who saw the obvious tension between the two. Y/N takes a chance and texts her, this is what happens. Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader Warning(s): Whole lotta fluff Word Count: ~5k A/N: Holy shit, I just wanted to say thank you all so much for giving part 1 so much love I really do appreciate it. I hope this didn’t take too long and that you all love it!

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In Part 1

Your POV

You stare at the slip of white paper for a few minutes before shoving it into your pocket, not able to hide the dopey smile on your face. James returns a few minutes after.

“Guess what loser, I got someone’s number,” He tosses the napkin onto the table for you to examine and check its authenticity. “I win.” 

“So did I.” You set your piece of paper on the table as well.

“Wait with the redhead?”

“Her name is Natasha. And yes, her.”

“Are you gonna text her?”

“I think so, should I do it now?” The mere thought of texting her makes you dizzy causing you to question whether it would be too soon. Does she even know that Clint gave you her number?

“I say why not,” he sits down next to you after putting his trophy in his pocket. “She seemed hella interested. Just go for it.”

You shrug and pick it up to dial her number into your phone. You take a few minutes to compile a text before hitting send, letting your adrenaline fuel your confidence rather than your fear of rejection.

You wait a few minutes before feeling a vibrate in your pocket. Pulling out your phone you see her response to your text.

Natasha’s POV

“You gave them my number?” I stare down at the message still in disbelief at what Clint did.

“Who?” He tilts his head, trying to pull off his innocence but the badly disguised smirk still peeked through.

“You gave Y/N my number.” I reread the text for the fifth time, a small smile on my face noticing how formal and well thought out it was.

“What did they say?”

I hand Clint my phone displaying Y/N’s text and wait for his input as I stand beside him watching Laura and the kids play the milk bottle throwing game, Cooper and Lila wanting to win a giant teddy bear that reaches closer to my height than theirs.

I smile watching Cooper use up his three attempts with Lila rooting him on, each ball slamming hard into the wall behind the pyramid of milk bottles with a thud. After watching her son lose, Laura puts her hands on his shoulder gently rubbing them, leaning forward to give him reassurance and a quick peck on the top of his head.

His mood didn’t change much after hearing his mother's words but he still stood to the side and cheered on Lila as she stepped up. I noticed that Cooper’s throws packed a lot of punch and speed however they were not accurate. Lila’s throws, on the other hand, were precise and near-perfect aiming closer towards the bottom row of bottles however they did not knock the tower over. 

Now having to comfort both kids, Laura took her turn and with ease she knocked the weighted bottles strategically aiming for the bottom row. It took her a few throws trying to find the right amount of force but with her last ball, the clank and clutter of the dingey milk bottles hitting the cement floor ringed throughout the booth.

Cooper and Lila slam their tiny bodies into their mother completely in awe at how she won, the game seeming to be impossible in their eyes. Laura smiled innocently acting as if her glorious win was nothing special but to her kids, it must’ve meant so much. 

The precious moment brought me back to Ohio and the carnival. It was around noon when Yelena and I finally convinced our parents to let us try a game something similar to what Cooper and Lila were playing however it was with dented, aluminum cans creating the tall tower, and instead of the prize being a stuffed teddy bear, it was a stuffed horse.

We weren’t able to knock the surprisingly sturdy pyramid. I knew that many of the games were rigged but I was so sure that I was gonna be able to knock down the tower and so was Yelena, however she took her loss a little harder than I not realizing that the odds were stacked against her so she asked our mother to win her something. 

To our surprise, she elegantly stepped up to the man working the booth and paid for 3 baseballs. Unlike Laura, Melina toyed with the metal tower throwing the ball and hitting two of the top cans before effortlessly knocking the bottom corner right from underneath. With a grin, Melina picked out the horse and handed it to Yelena who beamed at the stuffed animal. 

After seeing how easy American fair games looked, an unimpressed and boastful Alexei wanted to try out a game but kept boasting about how he should show off his strength. The man standing at the booth recommended and pointed toward the direction of where we could find something called the High Striker. 

Alexei led the way and was very delighted to see that the man had not lied to him. I remember the tall metal structure poking out at about 20 feet into the air, the edges covered in bright lights flashing an array of colors. 

“Oh, this will be easy, sweetheart. Kids look at how cool your dad is!”

Walking up to the man, Alexei paid for his attempt and lifted the somewhat tiny mallet in his hands as we watched from the side. The man working the machine kept playfully toying him and teasing him, not expecting much since he had seen many fail. Looking back at us, he winked at Melina and smiled at Yelena and me before turning back to the bright red target on the floor 

Swinging the mallet over his head, I recall that it almost looked comical, like it weighed closer to a toothpick rather than a sledgehammer. Slamming it down onto the target, the metal slider leaped up the vertical rail and crashed into the bronze bell, reverberating out a loud ringing ding throughout the area. It was so loud that nearly everyone turned to see where the sound came from. 

The man, slacked jawed and wide-eyed, handed my father a blue teddy bear still in awe at what he just witnessed. The next thing I remember was Alexei handing me the teddy bear pulling me into a hug as the four of us continued our day.

Snapping back to reality, the blanket of nostalgia being pulled back, I hear both kids arguing about what color to pick so Laura chose the typical brown bear so that the two of them would be satisfied. 

“Hey, Nat could you take a picture?”

I turn to look at her and smile. “Yeah no problem,” I reach for my jean pocket to fish out my phone only to remember that Clint still has it. I turn to catch him typing. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” He laughs and sprints behind his family to act as a form of protection.

“Clint, hun, what are you doing?”

“Trying to help Nat out.”

“Give me my phone, Barton.”

I hear giggles from the mini Bartons as I stomp over effectively parting the makeshift protection Clint tried to use. I reach out to quickly swipe the phone out of his hands and hesitantly look at what kind of chaos he created within the device.

My eyes widen seeing the text that Clint sent. “You set me up on a date, tonight?”

“Yup.”

“A date, with who?” Laura asks, quirking an eyebrow and holding the giant teddy against her front.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N is so cool,” Lila beams, still nonstop talking about them even though it has been 30 minutes since they parted. “Do you think we can see them again, Mom?” 

“Maybe but they are probably still working though, sweetheart.”

“They said that they get off in an hour and a half actually,” Clint announces with a proud smile. “I’m such a good wingman.”

“Shit.”

“Ooh Auntie Nat said a bad word.” Cooper teases giggling.

I roll my eyes smiling. “Yes I did but it doesn’t mean you can say that though, those are adult words.” I turn to look at Clint. “Look, today is meant to be with the kids. I’m not even dressed for a date nor was I even prepared for one.”

“You still have time so we can figure it out,” Clint hooks his arm around my shoulders pulling me into his side. “I know you can’t get enough of us.” 

Your POV

Nothing can wipe the smile off your face as you reread the text Natasha sent you. You still cannot believe that she agreed to your idea of a spontaneous date and you’re kind of regretting it.

Your anxiety is causing your leg to be rapidly bouncing, your designs to become rushed, and you to check your phone every 5 minutes even though you’re well aware that none of those things won’t magically speed up time.

“Okay okay you are driving me up a wall with all this fidgeting, Y/N,” he drags one of the chairs near you and sits down. “What’s up?”

“I asked her out, she said yes and asked what time I got off work. I said in less than 2 hours and to meet me back here.” 

“So is it just nerves or-”

“I didn’t plan for a date today, James,” you sigh rubbing the beginning of your brow and feeling the tense muscle. “I don’t have a spare set of clothes other than what I’m wearing,” you display your current state with your hands for added emphasis on the drabby and paint covered shirt and jeans.

“I wasn’t expecting all of this to happen at all, and plus,” you lean forward in your chair. “She is way out of my league, dude. I mean you’ve seen her.”

“She may be but that doesn’t matter because she was into you, I mean c’mon the tension was becoming too much that even the family had to leave- fuck I had to leave for my own sanity.”

You slap the palms of your hands to your face to let out a muffled groan. Maybe you should cancel or reschedule. Why did you say that today of all days was good? You really need to think before you text.

“Y/N seriously you gotta stop stressing yourself out. If you want I can lend you the shirt that I brought.”

You snap your head up hearing his offer. “If you don’t mind, I would definitely appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Hey not a problem, gotta keep up the reputation as being a damn good wingman.”

You laugh. “I think I’m good this time, James”

“Fine fine, you’re no fun.”

“You’re just upset that I didn’t make use of your help the first time.”

“Hey, it almost worked alright.”

“Okay? I didn’t need your help when it came to Natasha.”

“Alright, touche. Go distract yourself because you will drive me insane with all of your fidgeting.”

You take his advice and begin to meander around the booth hopping between tedious tasks like cleaning up and organizing paints, swapping out water cups, and applying small touchups to the designs on your own faces in hopes of curving your anxiety.

This had been able to keep your mind busy and you’d rather put your anxiety out on frantically scrubbing horribly caked brushes than rush through someone's face painting so it was perfect seeing as it had slowed down giving you time to do some chores. 

Typically, your busiest times would be before noon since it would give people all day to show off their designs. Anything later than that and the heat of the sun could make someone sweat the drying wet paint off or just not be as visible when it gets dark.

Since it would get busy early in the day, you and James would be scheduled for the day and then another two would come in later for closing. You have met the other two, but you mainly were paired up with James and it really worked out great for you which was another reason why you liked this job.

It didn’t feel like an hour and a half passed until you saw your coworkers walk up to the booth. The four of you talked and joked about the day, James even brought up how you had a date soon and everyone got in on teasing you however they decided to be helpful, thankfully, suggesting some ideas to you on what would make a great classic carnival date.

Natasha’s POV

“Auntie Nat?” I hear Lila ask as she strides beside me, holding my middle fingers within her tiny hand

“Hm?” 

“Have you thought about what you two are going to do?” 

I most certainly didn’t do that. “Of course I did.” 

“Are you nervous?”

“She’s never nervous sweetheart, she’s pretty good at a lot of things,” Clint reassures Lila and even me included unbeknownst to the family

“That’s true, she’s even good at all of the games we played today!” 

I smile at her sweetness, a heartwarming reminder that Lila has always been my biggest fan and glued to my hip ever since I was first introduced to the kids. 

I remember that Laura had to assess me first, rightfully so, before letting me meet them. But there was something about the look that she gave me that gave herself away. She knew I wasn’t a danger to her family, I think she just wanted me to work and convince myself that. It worked, these kids make me incredibly happy and I almost cried when they first started calling me their ‘Auntie Nat’.

It made me appreciate all the little things Laura does for me and realize that she truly trusted Clint with the company he keeps. It’s why they work so well, they trust each other.

Looking back down at the littlest Barton beside me, I give her hand a soft squeeze as we pass the ring toss. 

Wait a minute.

Before the four Bartons could even blink, I fast walk over to the ring toss booth simultaneously pulling out the game card Clint bought for me. I hand it over to the woman running the booth and they hand me 5 red, plastic rings and quickly explain to me the rules of the game.

“Oh my god are you seriously going to win them something? Who knew Natasha Romanoff was a romantic,” Clint chuckles before he grunts probably receiving an elbow to the ribs from his wife.

“Babe, leave her be. It’s a cute idea.”

“Make sure you get them the green octopus, that’s their favorite!”

I chuckle hearing Lila’s reminder and how she spoke, already having full confidence that I was going to win. Focusing on the tops of the bottles, I knew that the rings would bounce and make things a bit trickier so I aimed closer to the beginning rows of bottles, keeping my hand as level to the table as possible, and flicked my wrist watching each ring spin in the air.

My smirk grew wider and wider on my face as I watched all five of the rings bounce a few times before landing perfectly on the necks of the bottles. I look at the worker as I simply point to the Giant Green Octopus hanging in the back hearing the family cheer and clap for my victory.

I smile taking the soft, stuffed animal, completely satisfied with my win and the prospect of completely surprising Y/N. I recollect hearing them say that this prize was one that they had wanted, I want to show my interest in some way and listening to someone's likes and dislikes is the bare minimum in my opinion.

“Wait, I want to win this one,” Cooper asks, thinking he could replicate the same thing I did.

“In a bit honey,” Laura reasons. “We will come back.”

The young boy nods, satisfied with the answer as the five of us thank the worker and continue our path toward the painting booth, not taking long before we see the bright yellow lemon in the distance. With the green octopus tucked under my arm and with my other hand holding Lila’s tiny one, I can’t help myself but gently rub my thumb over Lila’s fingers to help me calm myself down as we close in on the lemonade stand. 

“Hey,” Laura whispers to me. “You’re great and it will go great.” 

I smile at her compliment and her confidence in me. “I know, thank you, Laura.” 

“Yeah,” Clint interjects. “Just don’t try to run off or bore them.”

I can’t help but snort at his comment. “I won’t. I am actually excited for this weirdly enough” I slip my hand out of Lila’s tight grasp.

“Good, keep us updated.” He says but I can hear the lecturing tone in his voice even with the playful nature trying to mask it.

I step in front of the two kids and crouch down so that I match their heights and immediately wrap my arms around them to pull them into a bear hug. I feel their arms wrap around my neck prompting a soft squeeze from me before I let go and stand up, ruffling their hair with a chuckle. I begin walking in the direction of the painting booth turning over my shoulder to wave at the four before I round the corner.

I guess this is happening then, I am going on an impromptu date. I never thought that my day was going to be anything close to this. A part of me wants to convince myself that it was just because of the environment and the circumstances and how close we were sitting but, that only added to everything that was happening.

When we spent that short hour together, they showed genuine interest that nobody else, other than a few people, displayed. With Y/N I could see it all in their body language and I don’t even think they realize that their body language was an obvious tell: tilted head to show interest, close proximity, eye contact, heavy breathing, and sweaty hands because they kept having to wipe them on their jeans, hell even the flirting.

So maybe whatever this is with Y/N could be something, I’d like to find out.

Your POV

Walking out of the secluded corner of the booth, you had finished changing shirts and now you are scanning your jeans to pick at the larger bits of dried-up paint covering the fabric. You’re not sure how long spent doing this useless task but it had been a distraction from your anxiety. Once you are satisfied, you walk over to your bag to begin packing up your things.

Humming along to the music blasting that’s through the speaker system, you rock your head gently to the beat and softly sing along to the lyrics whilst putting all your paints and brushes away in your backpack, topping it off with your dirty shirt that you changed out of.

You noticed that your hands were sweaty as they stuck to the fabric of the shirt when you were packing it away. You sigh and sling the straps over your shoulders and meet up with your coworkers at the front of the booth seeing James getting ready to clock out as well.

“Hey, you ready for your date?” James asks grabbing his employee ID and the tablet to start the process of clocking out of his shift.

“I fucking hope so,” you shakily chuckle. “I hope I don’t embarrass myself in front of her or say something stupid.”

“Eh you always do that, I think she actually finds it charming.” James teases typing on the screen. It looks like he’s almost finished, fuck you want to be done with your shift and be ready to leave with Natasha as soon as possible. You’re not really sure how your anxiety can take much more waiting.

“Again I hope so, oh, and thanks again for letting me borrow your shirt. I’ll give it back tomorrow.”

“I know. But don’t stress about that right now,” He pauses clicking the confirm button and finishing clocking himself out. “She’s almost here.” He hands you the tablet and waves to you walking away to leave the fairgrounds.

“Shit.” You don’t even bother to look for the red hair or the beautiful green eyes, instead focusing on the tablet wanting to hurry up and clock out. 

You hear the faint click of boots grow louder as you rush through the process, sighing when you saw the finish button pop up and tapping it with your finger. You look up with the intention of searching for Natasha but you see her standing right in front of you on the opposite side of the table.

A “Hi” was all you could say, staring at her as the sunlight was perfectly igniting her red hair and casting her in a vibrant warm orange tone that complimented every part of her. It was something you wanted to capture but you knew better than that. You wanted to clock this into your memory. You were too selfish to share this image in front of you with anyone.

“You haven’t blinked since I got here.” Natasha teased with a knowing smirk.

You felt your face get hot, finding out she was right as the tears collected along your lower eyelids making you have to blink them away with a chuckle.

“Sorry, you just look really good.”

“I look the same, you saw me less than two hours ago Y/N.” You know what, you’d be perfectly okay embarrassing yourself if this is what you’d be gifted with. 

“And I should’ve said it then.”

She chuckles shaking her head. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, just clocked out actually so you have perfect timing,” you walk around the table and reach her side, walking away from the booth waving goodbye to your coworkers. 

You take a chance and look at her to notice she was already staring at you with a small smile. “What? Do I have paint on my face?”

“No no,” she giggles and you swear your heart soared at the sound. “I won you something.” That was when you noticed her arms behind her back. She stops walking to reveal what she was hiding behind her back. The green octopus.

“Oh my god, you actually remembered?” You stop and take the stuffed animal from her, the image of Natasha playing ring toss repeating in your brain making you smile.

“Lila actually. She dragged me to the ring toss herself.” 

You look back up at her. Although the odds of Lila commandeering the redhead’s skills were likely, you believed that she listened to your conversation with the youngest child.

“So this is from Lila?”

“From me. She just reminded me.”

You chuckle at her insistence on giving the little girl credit but let it slide. “Thank you, I wasted too much money trying to win this thing.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Okay, so I have the queen of carnival games standing next to me. Is this how we will spend this date,” You grin tucking the stuffed animal under your arm to continue walking alongside her. “Playing every game here so you can show off?”

“I was hoping that we could do more than that” You can see the amusement in her eyes at your reaction to her statement. She’s trying to trap you and you want it to work, the way she’s looking at you paired with her low raspy voice that is sending chills throughout your body is almost addicting.

“I got a couple of ideas. C’mon.”

Natasha’s POV

“We should take the sky ride since it leads directly to the food trucks,” Y/N suggests trying to quickly get dry with the help of the slowly disappearing sunlight. The two of us had decided to go on the water ride not too long ago and they, unfortunately, were still drenched.

I smile watching them sidestep and hop into patches of light that peak out over the tops of tents and booths. “Good cause I am starving.”

“I am too. I’m okay with whatever you would like, I’m surprised that I haven’t gotten sick of the food here yet since I have been working here for a few years.”

“Why did you decide to work here anyway?”

“Well sometimes the classes can cause art block and I can’t get any good ideas out there. Working with kids and their endless imaginations makes it easier to keep a creative streak and is a good refresher for me when school starts back up.”

“And the same thing with James?”

“I suppose so but he also enjoys just painting whenever he can, I notice him sketching whenever we are slow.”

We catch sight of the Sky Ride, which is essentially a ski lift, and stand in line quickly making our way to the front. The workers wave to Y/N, saying quick hellos, and lead us to the landing spot telling us when to hop onto the seat. 

I quickly change spots with Y/N so that when we get on, they would be in direct sunlight to help keep them warm and dry up faster. I did it just in time too when I suddenly felt the chair hit the back of my thighs. I hop onto the seat and watch Y/N do the same, quickly pulling down the bar to keep us strapped in.

I look out over the fairgrounds and the gleaming lights that are now starting to shine through as the sun lowers behind it closer to the horizon. Y/N’s sigh pulls my attention away from the sight as they lean back and put their hands behind their head clearly enjoying the soft warmth of the sun hitting their skin and slowly drying their still damp clothes. 

I skim over their features easily finding water coating their skin or the dark spots of their jeans become lighter as they dry. I feel a quick breeze that makes Y/N shiver slightly from the abrupt chill before settling again in their seat. I do catch a strand of their wet hair fall over their face but they don’t reach to push it back, enjoying the moment of leisure.

I reluctantly pull my eyes away to look back at the sight of the fair, the display making me wonder what Clint, Laura, and the kids are doing right now and how many more stuffed animals they’ll have when I meet up with them later.

After a few comfortable moments of silence, Y/N shifts in their seat to take in the sights of the fairgrounds now shifting into a bright beacon as the day turns to night; it seems as if the atmosphere changes as the sun sets, the muffled screams of people on the rollercoasters and the loud music from the concert hall getting louder.

“I also decided to work here because my family loved coming here when I was younger,” they smile and chuckle probably remembering those moments. “Didn’t really play many games since I wanted to go on all of the rides and eat all the greasy foods.”

I smile detecting a hint of nostalgia in their eyes, a part of me wanting to see what kind of memories they had stored. After I defected to SHIELD two years ago, I started to meet more people, like Clint and Laura, and slowly let them into my life. In those early days, it was hard to not be jealous or crave for a normal childhood after hearing people tell me about theirs. 

The normalcy is what I tend to focus on when speaking to people about their childhoods. I obviously notice the smiles, the tears, the body language, and the voice changes but I yearn for their memories because I wanted them to be mine instead of what I got. To dream about what could have been.

But this time is different. When Y/N tells me little bits, I am okay with just listening and watching rather than inputting myself into their stories. 

Instead, I notice the way they unabashedly smile when they hear their favorite song play on the speakers or when they talk about art. I notice how they give me intricate details and context to a story they're telling, allowing me to hop in seamlessly whenever I want to joke or tease them about something embarrassing they had done. 

They are considerate and observant, always pulling me closer when there is a dense congregation of people so that neither of us loses one another, always beating me to a door so they could open it for me, always remembering to ask if I was doing okay. Always offering something with a genuine look in their eyes. 

Their eyes.

Their eyes hold so much emotion, so many stories, and a whirlwind of thoughts. They always asked thoughtful questions and honestly answered my own. Whenever I spoke about myself, they listen giving their full attention to me. Their head is tilted, hands out in front of them, everything that tells me they are genuinely interested in what I have to say. 

People who had tried to talk and ask me out did none of those things. Always asking ridiculous or gross questions and not even listening to what I have to say. And when I ask something, it is always a crude answer. I was seen as a trophy or something perfect, whether it’s for their imaginations, intentions, or status. I’m not a trophy nor am I perfect, I’m neither of those things. 

But with Y/N, they cared about everything I would say or did and they showed it with all the little things they did as our date progressed.

I watch as Y/N continues to stare out before suddenly turning to look at me. Our eyes catch hold and we both smile. I now realize how close I had gotten when I saw them put their hand on the seat and felt it brush mine. They shift so they can lean against the side of the chair and face me, their other hand holding onto the bar.

“You’re the one not blinking now, Natasha,” they tease but their smile remains.

“And what makes you say that?”

“You’re staring at me.” 

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it?” I set them up for success as I have been on our date. I think they caught that a while ago but when they willingly step in, they pull back. I am making it obvious this time around.

“I might have to ask you out on another date. Just to give you more time to stare.”

“I won’t say no.”

“Good to know.”

I notice their eyes dashing down to my lips and then back up immediately blushing knowing that I caught them and their intentions. “Is your masterpiece on my face still holding up?”

I watch them lean closer as if they are examining the condition of their work, but instead their eyes don’t leave mine. They don’t even glance down at the painted spider on my face, not even distracted by the bright red hourglass in the middle of its back. 

I see their hand move up to hold my jaw still being gentle and delicate like I was something that was priceless to them. This act, this feeling of intimacy on repeat in my brain mirroring what had happened hours prior. I take a second to feel how different it was this time without all the dried up paint covering their skin, how the small bumps and bits that were strangely smooth are now gone.

“You look amazing, my work just covers it up.”

―

A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part 3 and you can send me your ideas!

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Last night's...

Kate Bishop x Male Reader

Request - Kate Bishop x male!reader where y/n is the oldest son of Clint and Laura Barton. Unlike his family Clint and him weren't dusted. While Clint was Ronin, y/n was with the other Avengers. During the 5 years he meets Kate they became friends and they butt head on who's the better archer, and later on they began dating.

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The story sets in Hawkeye series where y/n was going to pick up Kate from her college and saw the clock tower being destroyed.

An hour ago, Kate sent you a text, and you go to pick her up in your car. You wait in the parking lot but while texting her then you hear a loud sound. You get out of your car and you watch the clock tower collapse. You run onto the campus and start to look for Kate then you see her on the roof. She sees you then she called you picked up.

“What the fuck happened?! Are you okay!?” You yelled.

“I’m okay... I think I'm in trouble” Kate said.

“Kate... Kate... Kate are you involved in what happened to the tower?” You said.

“Maybe... Yes, I-I can explain” Kate said.

“I think you should explain it to your mom and the headmaster,” You said.

Kate had to hang up the phone then the cops started to arrive. You sent a text to Kate and you try to avoid the cops. Much later, then you see her mother arriving on campus.

----

For the past few days, you haven't seen Kate because she is dealing with what happened to the tower. But tonight you are spending time with your family.

“Do we have to see this play, mom?” You asked.

“Yes, we will see it as a family. Your brothers and sister really want to see it, so don't ruin it for them” Laura said.

“Ugh, fine I won't ruin the ending” You mumbled.

“Mom! Y/n ate my pretzel” Cooper said.

“Y/n, why did you eat his pretzel?” Laura said.

“He didn't want it and he only ate one piece,” You said.

“Y/n stop messing with Cooper,” Clint said.

You and Cooper glared at each other and he sticks out his tongue at you. You and your family leave the hotel room and head to the theater to see Rogers the musical, you sit next to your dad. You saw the play already with Kate a month ago and you didn't like it.

While watching the play, you start texting Kate.

Kate - Remember that position we did, on the couch? Well... I want to do it again daddy.

Your eyes opened wide and you read it again.

You - yeah we can do it again! I love your tits so much

Kate - maybe this time I should ride you again, daddy

Before you can text back, your dad took your phone away and saw your text. You have Kate’s phone number saved as ‘KB’. You feel embarrassed and you wish he didn't see your texts.

“I’m going to pretend I didn't see that. Y/n put your phone away” Clint said.

You didn't say anything and you put your phone away. After the show, your dad didn't say anything to your mom about the text and you're happy about that. You and your family go back to the hotel and start to relax. You are watching videos on your phone then your dad saw something on the news.

They start to talk about the copycat Ronin. Now you start to watch the news, everyone saw the copycat save a dog near Time Squares. Now, you and Clint start to get ready.

“We will be back this will take a while,” Clint said

“You will be home in time for Christmas?” Lila asked.

“I promise, we will be home for Christmas,” Clint said.

“Be safe and try not to die” Laura said.

“We will be home in one piece,” You said.

Later, you and Clint leave and hope to catch the copycat. But luckily you and your dad managed to find the copycat on the roof.

You and Clint are aiming the arrows at the copycat.

“Where did you get the suit?” Clint asked.

“Actually, it's a long story. Wait! Your Hawkeye! I'm a big fan” Kate said.

You have on a mask that just covers your eyes.

“Wait! I know your voice” You said.

But Yelena Belova joined in. She pushed Kate out of the way, you shoot your arrow but she dodged it. Yelena kicked you in the chest, then Clint starts to fight her. Clint almost punched her then Kate used her arrows to hit Yelena but she pushed you into Kate then you fell on top of Kate. Yelena wants to kill Clint but she is outnumbered, she only wants Clint. Yelena left and you get off Kate.

“Kate, is that you?” You asked.

She is still on the ground and she is lying on the ground.

“Y/n, do you know her?” Clint asked.

You helped Kate stand up and she takes off the mask.

“Wait, Y/n?” Kate said.

You take off the mask.

“What is going on?” Clint asked.

You start to explain how you know Kate and that she is your girlfriend. You never told Kate that your dad is Hawkeye.

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯

You and your dad have been staying with Kate. She did help you and your dad to stop The Tracksuit Mafia. You have ice bags on your thighs and chest and face.

“Babe, why are you watching the shopping channel?” Kate asked.

“Because...” You said.

“You are so weird,” Kate said.

She sits next to you and she takes off the ice bag from your face. You look at her and she is smiling at you.

“It is very strange, your dog eats pizza,” You said.

“It's not strange, Y/n. Plus it's his favorite” Kate smiled.

She put her hand on your cheek and starts to kiss you passionately. She starts to smile while kissing you and then your dad walks into the living room and throws peanuts at you and Kate.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“No kissing. I don't want you and Kate to share the bed, Y/n” Clint said.

“Dad!” You said.

“I mean it. I don't want you and Kate sleeping in the same bed or trying to get away and do it. Y/n, you will sleep on the couch” Clint said.

“Not fair” You mumbled.

“The couch has a pull-out bed,” Kate said.

“See, you won't have a hard time sleeping alone,” Clint said.

Clint counties to eat his peanuts.

-----

Kate had to get her wisdom teeth out and she is feeling a little loopy, because of the medication. You have your arms Kate to help her walk to her bed and she is smiling at you. She gently squeezed your cheeks

“I love you! I mean it Y/n, I love you. And Iwon't ice cream” Kate smiled.

“You can't have ice cream” You said.

She let go of your cheeks then you helped her lie down. You are still speechless that she said that but you smiled. You cuddle with Kate and she starts to fall asleep.

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯

You are happy that Kate will spend Christmas with you and your family. Your mom is surprised that you have a girlfriend.

“I thought you were single, Y/n,” Laura said.

“We have been dating for a while. We wanted to take it slow” You said.

“Well, Kate make yourself home and I will make you hot chocolate,” Laura said.

“Thanks. Hope it's okay, that I have my dog Lucky here” Kate said.

“It's fine. Everyone seems to like him” Laura said.

“Y/n, you will sleep in Cooper’s room and Kate will sleep in your room,” Clint said.

“Ugh, dad,” You said.

During dinner, you and Kate sit across from each other.

“How did you and Kate meet each other?” Laura asked.

“I met Y/n on a mission when we had to fight Hydra in the woods in Europe. Y/n got hit with a laser beam in the arm and I saved him before the guards took him. He thinks that he is a better archer than me, but I actually beat him three different times” Kate said.

“Oh, wow. That explains the scar on your arm, Y/n” Laura said.

“She didn't beat me. I did beat her before” you said.

“Wow, Y/n actually lost to her in archery” Lila giggled

“He would always want a rematch when he loses” Kate smiled.

“You say the same thing too,” You said.

Much Later, after dinner, you and Kate were making out in the kitchen. But your mom made you two stop and you felt embarrassed about getting caught.

[malereaderrecs]

Young Reader (aka Parent Character) List

Key: M = Male reader N - Gender neutral reader T - Trans reader

Avengers Avengers Greetings from the Avengers base (+) M, Y

Clint Barton Being Clint’s kid and acting a lot like Nat (+) N, Y Clint talking to you, his child, when Laura finds your binder (+) T, Y Joining your father Clint in fighting Thanos (+) N, Y Being a kid living on the street that Clint adopts after the battle of New York (+) N, Y Being Clint’s child would include... (+) N, Y Being Natasha’s sibling and told by Clint that she’s gone (+) N, Y

Loki Being Loki’s kid and going into battle with him (+) N, Y Thor finding out Loki took you, a superpowered teen, in (+) N, Y

Natasha Romanoff Going undercover as mother and son (+) M, Y

Steve Rogers Being Steve’s son and going through your first heartbreak (+) M, Y Being Steve’s son and him helping you deal with school stress (+) M, Y Being Steve’s son and running away (+) M, Y Being Steve’s son and having fire powers (+) M, Y Would Include: Being Steve’s son (+) M, Y Being like Steve’s son and getting hurt on a mission (+) M, Y Being Steve’s son and worrying that you aren’t good enough (+) M,Y

Stephen Strange Coming from an abusive home and Strange adopting you (+) M, Y Being Strange’s kid and getting into a fight about magic (+) N, Y

Tony Stark Headcanons: Coming out to your dad, Tony, as trans (+) M, T, Y Headcanons: Being Tony’s kid and having depression (+) N, Y Your dad Tony finding out you self harm (+) N, Y Being Tony Stark’s stepkid (+) N, Y Unfillable expectations (x son!reader) (+) M, Y

Thor Being Jane’s kid and Thor’s step kid (+) N, Y

Chicago Med/Fire/PD Antonio Dawson Being Antonio’s son and landing in Med (+) M, Y Being Antonio’s kid and getting a binder (+) T, Y

Criminal Minds Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner Being Hotch’s kid and getting suspended from school (+) N, Y

DCEU Oliver Queen/Green Arrow Your older brother Oliver helping you through a panic attack (+) N, Y

Doctor Who 9th Doctor The Doctor being like your father and taking care of you (+) M, Y Meeting the Doctor as a child (+) N, Y The Doctor being protective of you, a young trans man (+) M, T, Y

Gotham Jim Gordon Headcanons: Being a street kid Jim adopted (+) N, Y Being adopted by Jim and getting grounded (+) N, Y Jim catching you, a street kid, in his apartment (+) N, Y

Harry Potter Remus Lupin Being Lupin’s son and both of you surviving the Battle (+) M, Y

House M.D Dr. House House introducing you, his trans son, to his team (+) M, T, Y Being House’s kid and playing guitar at the hospital (+) N, Y

The Old Guard Joe and Nicky Being young when you discovered your immortality and Joe and Nicky treating you like their kid (+) N, Y Travelling with Joe and Nicky after they take you in (+) N, Y Headcanons: Being part of the Old Guard and closest to Joe and Nicky (+) N, Y

Once Upon A Time Henry Mills Having a sleepover with Henry (+) M, Y Going on a date with Henry and getting interrupted (+) M, Y Being Henry’s secret admirer (+) M, Y

Peaky Blinders Tommy Shelby Being Tommy’s kid and coming out as trans (Part 1)(Part 2) M, Y, T Being Tommy’s son and coming out as gay (+) M, Y

Peaky Blinders Preference: Being a younger Blinder and calling them mom/dad (+) N,Y

Sherlock BBC Mycroft Holmes Being Mycroft’s kid and having anxiety (+) N, Y Being Mycroft’s son (+) Y

Sherlock Holmes Being Sherlock’s son and coming out as trans (+) M, T, Y Being Sherlock’s son (+) M, Y Coming out to your dad Sherlock (+) N, Y

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Being Bella’s trans younger brother and asking Carlisle to take you shopping (+) M, T, Y Headcanons: Carlisle being a father figure to you (+) N, Y Meeting Carlisle and Esme when they save you (+) N, Y

White Collar Neal Caffrey Your dad Neal needing your help with a con (+) N, Y

The Witcher Jaskier Headcanons: Being Jaskier’s child (+) N, Y

X-Men Charles Xavier Being Charles’ son and having the same powers (+) M, Y

[peachbear88]

Put The Knife Down

Summary: Clint takes Kate and her girlfriend home for Christmas but what happens when somebody gatecrashes the party?

A/N: Inspired by @leecravesdeath's lovely prompt.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warning: Fluff, mentions of murder, cursing, bit of angst.

Word Count: 789

-=+=-

"It's Christmas!" A squeaky voice bellows, the mattress rattling dangerously. You grunt when a small foot pushes down on your stomach.

"Alright pipsqueak, let's leave the two lovebirds alone," Clint mutters, lifting his son up and out of the room with ease. You roll onto your side, coming face to face with your girlfriend, who's eyes are still closed.

"Lovely way to wake up hm?" You murmur. Kate's eyelids flutter as your warm breath fans across her face.

"This is why I don't want kids," she groans, burying her face into your shoulder, relishing in your raspy morning laugh.

"Cmon Robin Hood, it's time to get up." You sit up against your girlfriend's weak protests.

"Do we have to?" She whines and you smile, pulling her up into a seated position.

"Yes." You murmur, resting your forehead against hers. A small cough comes from the corner of the room, making the two of you jump apart.

"I hate to interrupt this moment-" the two of you are out of the bed in seconds, you with a gun, Kate with a- pair of socks?

"Socks? Really?" You shake your head disapprovingly as she brandishes the socks.

"I must say Kate Bishop, I am not impressed." The figure steps out of the shadows, smirking. A few strands of her blonde hair escape her bun, framing her face.

"Yelena, how long have you been in here for?" You sigh, chucking the gun onto your bed. Kate follows your example, dropping her socks.

"Long enough," she smirks, gesturing to the door. "The little Barton is quite adorable."

"Look Yelena, you don't have to do this. Especially not on Christmas." You plead the assassin.

"But I do." She whispers. "I swore I'd have vengeance for my sister and not to rest 'till I did. If I stop now, I'll never be able to forgive myself." You sigh at her words, patting her on the back. She flinches as Kate steps forward.

"I have a better idea."

-=+=-

Yelena tugs uncomfortably at her bright red ugly sweater as the three of you come down the stairs.

Clint visibly tenses when the three of you come into the living room. You and Kate take a seat on the floor, your arms wrapped around each other as Yelena stands awkwardly at the edge of the room.

Nathaniel stumbles over to Yelena and Clint looks like he wants to reach out for him but he doesn't. He reaches out for Yelena shyly and she takes a tentative step backwards.

Everyone holds their breath as slowly, Yelena kneels down at his eye level.

"Where's Natasha?" Yelena's legs collapse and she throws her arms around Nathan. Clint relaxes as Laura watches her son pat the blonde woman on the back.

Kate rests her head on your shoulder as you kiss her forehead.

"Welcome to the family Belova."

-=+=-

Yelena watches with pure concentration as Laura shows her how to use a cookie cutter. You swear you can see a bead of sweat dripping down her nose.

"Why not just use a knife?" Yelena groans, before whipping out a butterfly knife. Laura watches apprehensively as Yelena slices and dices at the gingerbread 'till all that's left is a small, Black Widow symbol.

"Can I get one of those for my birthday?" Lila turns to her mom, eyes wide.

"You can have mine." Yelena replies bluntly, handing her the knife. Laura winces as her daughter flings the knife around and it flies out of her grasp, imbedding itself in the wall. "We'll work on it." Lila smiles sheepishly.

"Who knew Lena could have such a soft spot for the Barton family?" Kate mutters, her nose bumping against your jawline.

"I heard that!"

-=+=-

Everyone's huddled in the small living room around a Monopoly board, Yelena balancing Nathan on her knee, you and Kate squashed together between Cooper and Lila and Clint and Laura wrapped around each other in the worn down armchair.

"This is singlehandedly the most irritating game I've ever played," Yelena shakes her head in disbelief, as Nathan forks over a hundred dollar bill.

"Well, Kate and I have unanimously decided to forfeit this game and we leave our assets to Yelena Belova and Nathaniel Pietro Cooper." You bow down to the duo before pushing your property and money towards them.

"Wait what-" you don't let Kate finish her sentence, dragging her out and onto the porch. "Desperate hm?" You snort, pulling her into your lap and sitting on the porch swing.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, your face buried in Kate's long brown hair.

"It's nice to see Yelena get along with them all."

"Yeah. She's finally found a second home." You smile.

"And we've found ours."

-=+=-

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[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Hey hey hey munchkin cat anon here. im gonna be inhabiting this place for a while so feel free to call me Cat. I loved the peter parker fic! And i adore family fics, so perhaps a Clint Barton x son reader where reader is the oldest kid and is a figure skater but had to stop for like a year or two due to an injury. And now Clint and Natasha has made it their new job to keep reader happy because figure skating was his life. Have a nice day and don't feel pressured to do this! - Cat.

A/n: You can not imagine how excited I am to have a regular anon, like I saw this and started happy stimming. I'm really happy you liked the fic, but I don't know shit about skating so if I get anything wrong I'm sorry!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Clint Barton X Son reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Clint’s deaf, Past injury causing chronic disability, angst with a fluffy ending, Clint’s a good dad, Natasha’s a good aunt, crying

Word count: 1092

Clint could clearly remember the day Laura had informed him she was pregnant for the first time; it had been a little over 16 years ago.

He had cried while kissing her stomach, hope filling his heart at the idea of starting a small family with his beautiful wife.

His son had come to the world, E/c eyes wide and curious. He was a wonderful baby, hardly fussing, a total daddy’s boy.

The name they’d chosen was Y/n, fitting the little boy perfectly. He was a ball of energy, constantly running around, seemingly never tired.

The first time Clint took him ice skating it was like love at first sight for the child. No matter how many times he fell, he always got back up. He practiced until he was perfect, joining competitive ice skating as soon as he was old enough.

Clint and Laura, and eventually his siblings were at every meet, and soon enough Natasha has joined along, watching with pride as the boy nailed every move with perfection.

Ice skating had become his son’s life, from a young age he had declared that he’d be in the Olympics one day, and Clint believed him. The kid worked harder than most SHIELD agents he knew.

It was one competition that Clint couldn’t attend where everything had fallen apart. He’d been on a mission, awoken in middle of the night to the phones vibration, sweat sticking to his skin as he sleepily shoved a hearing aid in his ear and answered.

The sound of Laura’s panicked voice, thick with tears was enough to wake him up, heart pounding in his chest.

“What’s wrong baby?” Clint asked, holding the phone against his shoulder as he pulled on his pants, seeing Natasha sitting up in the other bed from the corner of his eye.

“Its Y/n.” Laura sniffled, taking a second to breathe. “At his competition he didn’t catch himself and landed wrong, he broke his ankle. The doctors said he may never going to skate again, and he isn’t moving or talking.” The woman whimpered, before muffled voices were heard over the phone.

“I know you’re on a mission, but Clint you need to come home.” Laura said quietly, another sniffle leaving her lips. Clint swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a second.

“Yeah, I’ll call Nick, mission was almost finished anyways. I’ll be there soon.” He soothed his wife, the two-bidding goodbye before hanging up.

It was a long few calls he had to make as he packed up and updated Natasha on what happened, his mind on his son who was lying in a hospital bed, his dreams crushed.

By the time he was on a jet back to the SHIELD base in his city it was approaching dawn, his nerves through the roof.

Time had passed as a blur as he drove to the hospital, not giving a damn about the laws as he sped. Laura was waiting for him by the front door by the time he arrived, eyes red and puffy, lips pulled into a frown.

Clint gave her a hug, pressing a kiss to her head with a soft ‘hey baby’ before pulling back.

“How’s Y/n doing?” He questioned softly, following behind his wife as she led him through the maze like halls of the hospital.

“He’s still not talking. Clint he’s devastated. You know how much ice skating meant to him.” Laura sighed, shaking her head, pausing in front of a door.

“He’s always been a daddy’s boy, so I’m hoping you can get through to him.” Clint nodded, before walking into the room. It had been a long one sided conversation with Y/n, he didn’t talk for 3 days after his injury, those were the worst days of his recovery.

A few months after the injury had occurred Natasha had been visiting, eyeing her nephew for a few moments before humming.

“Y/n, I know you can’t skate right now, but have you ever thought about training with your dad or I?” She questioned, tipping her head to the side.

Clint shot his best friend a look, and she only gave him a glare back.

Y/n looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at Natasha.

“Training with you guys?” He questioned, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Sure why not?” Y/n shrugged a bit, he’d been bored and wandering around aimlessly for months now, unsure what to do with himself now that he couldn’t skate.

Natasha grinned, eyes gleaming mischievously as she stood up.

“Go change and then meet us in the yard.” She ordered the teen, the boy giving a mock salute before following the orders.

Clint turned to his best friend, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are we training with my 16 year old son? He questioned, leaning back into the chair he was sitting in.

“It may not be skating, but it keeps his body and mind occupied, may give him a similar feeling skating gave him.” Natasha replied smoothly, giving him a cheeky grin that would look terrifying to anyone else.

Clint didn’t have time to reply as Y/n came stumbling down the stairs, giving his aunt and father a shy smile.

“I’m ready.” He offered quietly, following behind the two adults as they headed outside.

Clint and Natasha went easy on him his first day, making him do regular exercises and warm ups before showing him easy moves for hand to hand combat, which he surprisingly caught onto easily.

By the time they were finished, Y/n was grinning like an idiot, looking up at the two adults with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Can we do this every day?” He questioned, shifting from foot to foot. Clint looked at Natasha before back to his son.

“Of course, kiddo, tomorrow we start in the morning, I want to see you out here at 7.” Y/n didn’t complain, just happily hugged the two adults before heading to his room to change.

Natasha smirked and glanced over to Clint, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, you were right. Fuck off don’t look at me like that.” He whined, shoving his friend playfully as her smirk widened.

It wasn’t skating, but it was an alternative until Y/n could get back into the rink, and he seemed happy. That was all that mattered to Clint.

[witch-city]

hi imma need more of that ceo!kate 💳💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥💥😫❤️ it was soooo good!!!

just wear the damn hat

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ceo!kate bishop x reader

word count: 764 words

a/n: ficmas post #1! yay! anyways, i decided to combine this request with the ficmas prompt "if you hand out the gifts, you have to wear the hat.”

warnings: clint (this is for clint-antis...i personally love clint)

requests are open!

Christmas had always been Kate's favorite holiday. As a kid, she loved waking up early, running downstairs, and seeing mountains of presents piled up under the tree. She didn't even care how many she got. She just loved Christmas.

Even now, at 22 years old, she loved Christmas. There was something about the genuine spirit that everyone assumed. And she still definitely didn't mind getting gifts.

This year, Kate decided to do something a bit different. Besides spending it with you, she wanted to spend it with Clint and his family. While you were by no means opposed, you didn't know the relationship between Kate and Clint. Actually, you seemed to not know a lot about Kate and Clint. Pretty suspicious, but oh well. That's a problem for another day, you thought.

You two arrived at the Barton household early Christmas morning, just as little Nathaniel was dragging his parents downstairs to the lovely tree in the living room. Letting yourselves in while carrying a few big bags in tow, you greeted the family.

"Katie!" Nathaniel shrieked with delight as he ran over to your girlfriend, practically attacking her with a hug. "Hey, little buddy! Merry Christmas," she said in response, messing with the boy's hair.

"What's in the bag, Kate?"

"Yeah, and who's that?"

Kate let out a light laugh and you couldn't help but crack a little smirk. "Well, I can't tell you what's in the bag yet. But this is my girlfriend."

"Woah! Girls can have girlfriends? Does that mean boys can have boyfriends?" God, Nathaniel was the cutest kid.

"Yes, it does. Kinda crazy, huh?"

You loved how Kate interacted with this kid. You had never seen her around little kids, but you wanted more. She was gentle and kind (and somewhat childish), but you couldn't stop yourself from falling in love with her the slightest bit more.

"Alright, Nathaniel," Clint said, ushering his youngest son to sit with his older siblings on a couch before guiding Laura to you and Kate.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Barton."

"Oh please, there's no need for formalities," Laura said. "Yeah, plus, it's Christmas," Clint chimed.

Soon, all of you settled on the couches around the tree and present unwrapping began.

You watched joyfully in Kate's arms as Clint's kids joyfully unwrapped their gifts. Nathaniel was practically bouncing off the walls with his new toys, while Cooper and Lila were much more calm and grateful for their gifts.

Once all of the presents under the tree had been unwrapped, Kate decided that it was time for you and her to pass out your gifts for the Barton family. So, you stood up to gift them out, but little Nathaniel stopped you.

"You have to put on the hat!"

"Huh?"

"If you hand out gifts, you have to wear the hat."

"What hat?"

Nathaniel pointed to a Santa hat on the coffee table. And, oh boy, you did not want to wear that. "Why?"

"You just have to," Nathaniel said quite matter-of-factly.

"I don't really have to, do I?"

"Just wear the damn hat, babe," Kate instructed from the couch.

You sighed, but said fine, pulling the hat on and grabbing the big bags of presents. "Now, Kate and I purchased all of these gifts just for you guys, so you will not be paying us back for any of this. Price doesn't exist anymore."

You settled back down on the couch and watched as everyone pulled out extremely expensive gifts. It was obvious that they were expensive. But Kate being the CEO of her company, decided that she didn't care how much anything costed, she just wanted to make people happy this holiday season. And she did just that.

Once everyone was just relaxing in each other's company, Kate nudged you gently with her elbow. "What?"

"I haven't given you your gift yet."

"Oh? What is it?"

Kate pulled a little box out of her purse and placed it on your lap. At first, you thought she was proposing. But she wasn't...yet. "Kate..."

"No, hold on. It's not a wedding ring, and I'm not proposing. But it is a promise ring. I know it seems childsh, like something teenagers would do when they're in love, and we're not that, but...I love you so much, and I want to promise to you that I will keep loving you until the end of time. Can you do the same?"

She opened the box and inside were two matching rings, adorned with jewels of all sizes.

"Kate..."

"Yeah?"

"Of course."

[kalivda]

Whatever it Takes

(Pietro Maximoff x Fem! Barton! Reader)

Summary: what was supposed to be a simple mission turns into a battle for the ultimate sacrifice

Warnings: character death, sadness but idk if this is that sad, mild cursing

Word Count: 1.3k

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“Welcome.” A voice rang out. I started to pull out the bow and arrow my dad let me borrow, Pietro ready to run. The voice continued to speak. “Pietro, son of Iryna. Y/N, daughter of Clint.” I stood shocked and let my bow down. How in the hell did this weird voice know my dad’s name? “Yeah and who are you?” Pietro asked. “Consider me a guide…to you and to all who seek the Soul Stone.” Pietro and I looked at each other before cautiously walking towards the floating figure that stood near us.

“Right. Okay. Just tell us where the stone is and then we’ll leave you alone for eternity.” I said, growing frustrated on how long this was taking. The floating guy started speaking in German, and I was about to demand for answers when he said stepping closer, “If only it were that easy.” His face was red and he didn’t look human at all. He walked away from us as we both shrugged our shoulders and followed.

The weird guy walked to the edge of a cliff, looking down upon it. “What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.” I looked over the edge and saw a long way down. Shuddering, I walk away from the cliff and sat on a nearby rock. “The stone must be down there then, no?” Pietro asked. “For one of you. But for the other…” The man replied.

I stood up quickly and ran over to Pietro’s side. “He doesn’t mean-” “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul.” Things got silent and the floating figure moved away from us. “So one of us need to die for a rock? Bullshit.” I said, kicking a small pebble. “Must be a coincidence-” “You heard what Nebula said. Thanos murdered his own daughter for that stone. So he isn’t joking.” I bit my fingernail, anxiously rocking on the balls of my feet.

“What’s the odds we both got put on the sacrifice planet?” Pietro asked, laughing a bit at the end. “Look, one of us needs to die. If we don’t decide now, my brothers, sister, and mom wont come back. My dad NEEDS them back. So…whatever it takes.” I took a bow out of its holding place and twirled with it.

“If you want me to-” “You’re not jumping off of that cliff. Not ever. Jur pe viața mea.” I looked shocked as he said that. “I have to. If it’s for my family, I’ll do it.” I said, tearing up a bit. “You are very stubborn, you know that right?” Pietro asked. “I get it from my dad.” I took his hands into mine and exhaled a little bit, kissing his hand. “This is too hard. I can’t see you die, but I can’t let people stay dead.” “My sister won’t come back if I don’t do this. She’s all I have left. Please just let me jump-” “And tell her THAT kind of news? No, she deserves to be with you.”

We stared at each other in silence. “Prinţesă, let me do it.” Using his speed, he knocked me off my feet as I ended on the ground. “Son of a bitch!” I yelled, feeling my head throb. I took out an exploding arrow and shot it directly next to him. He fell in surprise as I ran towards the edge. Gaining his senses, he pushed me to the side, but I grabbed his ankle, as both of us rolled off the side of the cliff. He used one hand to keep us steady.

I looked below me and the drop looked horrifying. I looked up at Pietro and said with tears in my eyes, “Let me go. Tell my dad I love him.” He looked just as upset as me. I’ve never seen him cry, but he had a tear-streaked face. “I can’t.” With one last look up at him, I say to him, “Te iubesc atat de mult.” He immediately understood and tried to grab my second hand. But I kicked the cliff, falling out of his grasp.

Third Person POV:

Pietro woke up in a pool. One of his hands were closed and he opened it, showing the glowing, orange stone. The soul stone. The stone that Y/n had to die for. “You were very stubborn, you knew that huh?” He asked out loud, sniffling a bit and holding back a sob. He took the remaining Pym Particles he had to go back to 2023 so the mission could be finished.

All the Avengers came back into the lab. However, one person was missing. “Speedy Gonzales, where’s Katniss?” Tony asked, seeing one less person. Clint looked his direction and a look of horror came when he saw a broken arrow in his hands. “A soul……for a soul.” Pietro said quietly, looking at the arrow. “Speedy you mean to say that she-” “She wanted you to know that she loved you. So much.” He said, looking at Clint. Natasha ran to Pietro and hugged him. “I tried everything, she was so set on dying for that stone.” He cried into Natasha’s shoulder.

“What am I gonna tell Laura? She’s gonna- I-”Clint was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe it. His daughter was gone. He knew he shouldn’t have agreed to let her come. He felt a wave of guilt go over him and he fell to his knees.

Time skip

After the six stones were retrieved, with Bruce snapping, everyone was able to come back. And with a selfless sacrifice of Tony Stark, all seemed well. Well, not for everyone.

Everything was quiet at the Barton house. A knock at the door changed that. Laura got up and ran to the door. She opened it to find Clint, Wanda, and Pietro. Stepping to the side, she let them all in. “Clint! Oh my god I haven’t seen you in what? How long as it been? Jesus I can’t even begin to explain what happened. I was just making you and the kids lunch and then-” “She’s gone.”

Laura sat on the couch. “I’m sorry?” Lila came downstairs to see what was going on. “Dad! You’re back! And you brought Aunt Wanda and Uncle Pietro!” Wanda warmly smiled at the teenage Barton girl. “Laura….its- it’s Y/n….she died….” Laura stood up looking at the three of them, Lila standing in shock. “ That’s funny. She wouldn’t. Not without saying goodbye at first. Right mom?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“Lila….go get Cooper and Nate.” Lila ran off upstairs. “Clint, what do you mean?” Pietro looked at Laura with guilt. “In order for you guys to come back, we had to find these stones. Umm…” He got choked up and Wanda rubbed his back. At that time, Lila came back with her brothers, both looking confused.

“For the stone we had to get, one of us had to sacrifice ourselves. I swear Mrs. Barton I tried. I did everything in my power to let me be the person that fell. She just went on and she-”He couldn’t find the words. “Is- is it true? Is my sister not coming back?” Cooper asked. Everything was quiet. “Yeah bud. She isn’t coming back.”

Pietro looked at the Bartons, mourning their loss. “You know it wasn’t your fault right?” Wanda asked as they walked outside to sit on the porch. “I feel like it is though. I could’ve been faster. I could’ve stopped her. It should’ve been me.” Wanda softly slapped him on his cheek.

“Don’t say that. She loved you so much she sacrificed herself for you. You can’t blame yourself.” Wanda held onto her brother’s hand. He looked ahead at the distance. “Whatever it takes…” He still remembered those words. He carried those words with him. It was all that he had left of her.

“Whatever it takes.”

Translations (used with google translate so sorry if it isn’t 100% accurate!) :

Jur pe viața mea- I swear on my life

Prinţesă- Princess

Te iubesc atat de mult- I love you so much

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Priority

Summary: Your wife keeps letting you down and as much as you love her, you’re sick of it.

Warning: Bit of Angst

Word Count: 1,975

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She‘s late, again, and from the looks of time she won’t make it at all. She’d left you to do this alone, again. Not that you’re surprised.

The loud sound of metal smacking against compact rubber pulls you from your thoughts.

Looking up, a smile lights across your face as your son drops his bat and takes off. The other little boys scramble to get the ball to the plates but he’s extremely quick. He’s stepping over the home plate in no time.

You rise to your feet, clapping and cheering for him. It grabs his attention and he smiles and waves excitedly at you. Only to deflate instantly at the empty space beside you.

She promised him she’d be here and she let you down again. More importantly she let him down.

Like most things, the game comes to an end. It’s Little Leagues Tee Ball so they aren’t big on “winners” and “losers” but your son’s team won. 

Damien excitedly runs up to you, Nathaniel not too far behind him. 

“Momma did you see how fast I ran?” He bounces up and down. 

With a wide smile, you scoop him up into your arms,“ you were so fast sweetie.”

Clint walks up, Damien’s and Nathaniel’s bags on his shoulders.

“What about me? Did I run fast Auntie Y/N?” Nathaniel asks, holding on to Laura’s hand tightly. 

You turn your smile to your nephew,“ of course you did. You two are gonna give the Yankees a run for their money.” 

“I think you guy’s big win deserves ice cream.” 

The boys cheer, Lila and Cooper smiling in agreement.

All of you head to the cars, the Barton’s get in Laura’s van while you and Damien get in your truck.

Riding over to the closest ice cream shop is only a couple of minutes. Clint says it’s his treat and pays after everyone chooses their ice cream.

You all walk across the street to the park, sitting at a picnic table as you eat your ice cream. 

Conversations flow between the group, Nathaniel and Damien talking about Tee Ball, Clint and Lila talk about archery, Cooper plays on his switch, and you and Laura talk about your kids.

The second Clint and the kids finish they run off to play on the playscape and the conversation turns to your partners, but you don’t contribute much.

Laura, knowing why you’re detached from this particular topic, places a comforting hand over yours,“ I know how frustrating it can be not having her around often.”

“I would completely understand if it couldn’t be helped but,” You sigh and shake your head,“ at this point it’s like she’s choosing not to be here for him.”

“Just give her some time.”

Uncontrollably a scoff falls from your lips,“ time? He’s five. And it’s not like I made this decision on my own. We both wanted kids, I didn’t just pop up pregnant one day and expect her to accept it.”

Laura nods along.

“And the excuses.” You roll your eyes,“ Damien buys it because he’s a child and he trusts his mom but, she turns around and tries to pull it on me like I can’t see through her crap.” 

Your friends listens intently to your ranting. Waiting a few minutes after you’re done before replying.

“I can’t say I completely understand because with Clint, even though he was invested to his job, kind of snapped into his role as a father. We knew he was devoted to us despite the days and months he spent away.”

Narrowed e/c eyes respond to her words,“ is this supposed to make me feel better?” 

She chuckles, shaking her head,“ yes and no. My point is that Clint and Natasha are different. Clint lost his parents when he was young but before that his mom gave him the love and care a child should have, despite his father’s actions.”

You nod, knowing what she’s talking about. Clint had opened up to you years after you were assigned as his partner at S.H.I.E.L.D. You were very open with him from the beginning, even about the horrible relationship you had with your homophobic parents. 

In the end your honesty with him is what lead him to trust you and open up about his father’s addiction to alcohol and his abuse towards Clint. 

From then on the two of you were very close. Going from two to three when you both brought Natasha in.

Laura continues explaining,“ it’s no secret that Natasha didn’t have that. I only know bits and pieces and that alone tells me that this, a marriage, a family, it’s probably very difficult for her.” 

You know she’s right. Natasha’s had a rough bringing up and you don’t doubt that that’s affected her but that doesn’t change the fact that she made a promise to you and ultimately this family to be there for you and she’s breaking that promise. 

As the sun starts to set you all decide to leave the park, stopping to get pizza and then going your separate ways to home.

Opening the door to your home you find Natasha sitting in the living room.

Damien runs over to her, happy to see her and asking where she was. As usual she tells him she was on a mission and that alone draws the boys childish curiosity and inquisitiveness into.

Not wanting to hear this, you set the pizza down on the coffee table and walk away.

It’s a while before she follows in after you, mentioning that he fell asleep and she put him to bed. 

“A mission, huh?” You say after a moment.“ How many times are you going to use that excuse with him Natasha? He doesn’t get it now but eventually he’ll know you’re lying to him.”

Your wife shakes her head,“ I’m not lying, I was on a mission.”

“Eh wrong! Try again.” 

Green eyes roll when you make the sound,“ I really was on a mission and I just got back.”

“Maybe you’re forgetting I work there too. Steve told me you’d finished the mission late last night and was just at the compound. So save the lie I’m genuinely not interested.”

Natasha’s body slumps, defeat and regret twisting around her bones and filling her with guilt.

“Y/N, I’m sorry okay I just-“

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to. It was Damien hopping you’d show up. He searched the stands for you when he didn���t see you with me.”

The guilt multiplied as well as the hurt. She didn’t miss the implication of your words: you’d started to give up on her, you didn’t expect her to be there today.

You run a hand through your hair,“ just go make things right with our son.”

With that you go to your room and collapse on the bed. Taking a deep breath, you quickly change into your pajamas, and go straight to sleep.

Hours later, you wake up on your own as opposed to the usual shrill of your alarm. Half asleep you check the time on your phone, it reading 7:15. You’re just about to go back to sleep before you realize what that means.

Knowing you have to get Damien to school by 8:30, you jump up, rushing to pull on some clothes and wash up. 

As you’re basically stumbling down the stairs you’re hit with the familiar smell of fresh coffee and bacon. 

Moving into the kitchen reveals Damien sitting at the table, talking through a mouth of pancakes to your wife. Natasha leans beside the stove, clad in black sweatpants and a t-shirt, sipping from a mug.

“Momma look, mom made pancakes!” Damien exclaims, holding up his half empty plate of food.

You move in further, eyes falling to the empty spot at the table. A plate of pancakes and bacon sits beside a mug of hot coffee. A blue sticky note is on the mug, ‘I Love You ;)’ in your wife’s handwriting on it. 

“Damien, sweetie go get dressed, you don’t want to be late.” 

Being the obedient angel that he is, he jumps up and runs off to get ready for school. 

Natasha watches you as you run your finger along the edge of the white porcelain plate. Then slicing your fork into the pancakes and tasting it.

“Pretty good. Where’d you learn to cook?” You have an upset and snarky comment on reserve but push it aside.

“I called Laura and she walked me through it. Damien likes them.” 

You nod.

Sighing, Natasha sets her mug down, cautiously approaching you.“ Y/N, I’m sorry. I love you and Damien more than I can ever express with words And I-” She steps around you to lock her gaze with yours,“ I know I’ve let you and Damien down and I will do everything I can to make it up to the both of you.” 

“Tasha.” You run a hand through your hair.“ I just don’t understand why? You are avidly making the choice to bail on us.”

“Because I’m scared Y/N. When Damien was born I thought I could do this despite everything I’ve ever known but I see him and the way you are with him and that’s how a mother is supposed to be with their child and I can’t be that. I’m not a mother.” 

It breaks your heart to hear that that’s how she feels. Only for it to break further at the tears that pool in her eyes. 

You reach for her hands, quick to reassure her,“ but you are a mother Natasha. And Damien loves you more than anything in this world. You were so good with him, the problem came when you stopped showing up. All he wants is your love and attention.”

Reaching up you wipe away the escaping tears.

“I know it can’t be easy for you. Coming up the way that you did I know this is all new to you but it is for me too. In a different way yes but still, we’re both learning. I just- I need you Natasha. This isn’t easy alone and whether you’re ready or not you made a promise to us to be here.” 

Natasha’s green eyes flicker away from you at that,“ I’m so sorry. I’ve been acting incredibly selfish.”

Little, shoe clad feet, connecting with the floor breaks the conversation. Damien rounds the corner, dressed and holding his backpack.

“Moms I’m ready.” He says with a bright smile, a mix of yours and Natasha’s.

You squeeze Natasha’s hand in yours, a promise to finish later. 

Together you take your son to school. Damien kissing your cheek before asking Natasha if he’ll be with you to pick him up.

She promises to and you make sure he gets in the school safely before going back home.

You fix two cups of tea and join your wife in the living room. 

Sitting side by side, thighs and shoulders pressed together, you both wait for the other to restart the conversation. 

“You’re a good mother Natasha. Damien adores you. And neither of us expect you to be perfect at this. Believe me I’ve made plenty of mistakes already. If he’s screwed up it’s my fault, not yours.” You partly joke. 

Natasha grabs your hand, fingers lacing with yours,“ I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you and be here for you and our son. And I’m sorry I’ve made you feel so alone in this.”

“You’re forgiven my love,” you kiss the back of her hand,“ and we’ll figure this out together.” You joke,“ and Laura.” 

She laughs, fully pulling you into her embrace. After she sobers up she kisses your head. 

“I promise from here on out you two are my main priority.” 

[togrowoldinv]

The Sweetest Treat

Kate Bishop x Female Reader

Kate invites the Barton’s to New York for Halloween and you spend the night watching her shine with happiness

Note: Woohoo flufftober! Here’s another soft one!

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When Kate said that her Avenger friend, Hawkeye, was going to bring his kids to New York for Halloween, you weren’t sure what to expect.

She had only just started dating you when she met Clint and all of her life began to change. It wasn’t easy on her to lose her mother to prison, but her relationship with Clint and his wife helped her feel better.

You just know that you’re grateful to them and can’t wait to meet them today. Kate has her apartment decorated for the holiday and is practically bouncing off the walls excited for them to arrive.

“Do you think we bought enough candy?” Kate asks as she waits by the door.

“I think we have enough for all of New York,” you joke. She nods seriously. “Kate, baby, don’t worry. There’s plenty for Clint’s kids and plenty for trick or treaters.”

“You’re right,” Kate says. “I just want to make sure they’re happy. I had a great time meeting them at Christmas, but what if things aren’t as good this time?”

“It’s going to be amazing, Kate Bishop. You’re amazing and there’s nothing that’s gonna change that,” you encourage her.

She smiles and hugs you. Your head falls perfectly against her chest as you soak up the warm affection.

“I love you. Did you know that?” Kate asks.

“Mhm, I sure did. I love you too,” you say.

You stay in each others arms until you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Kate opens the door.

The youngest kid practically barges in before he’s held back by his mother.

“Hi everyone,” Kate says, her smile beaming. “Come on in.”

“Thank you, Kate,” Laura says. You recognize her from photos that Kate brought home after Christmas. She hugs Kate and looks to you. “And you must be, y/n.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Laura says. Her attention is stolen by her young son running around the apartment already. “Excuse me.”

“Hey Kate,” Clint greets her now. He looks at her almost softly. You know she values his place in her life.

“Hawkeye,” she greets him with a laugh that he shares.

“Lila’s been excited to see you again,” Clint says quietly so only you and Kate and can hear him. “She thinks you’re cool. Her words, not mine.”

Kate’s eyes shine at his words. You can already see the impact this family has on her.

Lila and Cooper had made themselves comfortable on the couch. Kate leads you over to the teenagers.

“Hey guys,” Kate says. “This is my girlfriend, y/n. Y/n, this is Cooper and Lila.”

“Hey, nice to meet you both!” You say. “Kate told me all about the card games y’all played at Christmas. If we ever play, just know you’re all going down.”

“We’ll see about that,” Lila says. You like her already.

“What have you been up to?” Kate asks Lila.

They catch up on life and you love watching them interact. Kate seems lighter already. A few hours pass and it’s time for the kids to get ready to go trick or treating.

Nate is dressed up and so is Cooper. He doesn’t seem like he wanted to but his little brother wanted to wear matching costumes.

“Do I have to go?” Lila asks her parents. She’s not wearing a costume, but they still want her to go walk around with them.

“She can stay with us,” Kate jumps in. “We’re going to pass out candy.”

“Please Mom, can I?” Lila pleads.

“Alright,” Laura agrees. “Be good.”

“I’m always good,” Lila says.

“I know,” her mom says. “All three of you be good.”

You all nod and see the rest of the Barton’s out of the apartment. Kate turns on a fun Halloween playlist and you give out candy as the trick or treaters come. You love watching her interact with the kids. She always compliments their costumes.

The night is winding down and Kate is giving out candy to the last few kids in the building. You sit on the couch and sip on a warm apple cider.

“Can I ask you something?” Lila suddenly turns to you and asks.

“Sure,” you say, sitting upright a bit more. Her tone seems serious.

“How did you know you were in love with Kate?” Lila asks. She looks away like she’s scared of the answer.

“Oh, well it was a really interesting sensation. I just kind of looked at her one day and I thought yeah I love this girl,” you say. “It wasn’t some epiphany as much as it was just something that felt right.”

Lila nods and her eyes tell you she wants to say more.

“Why do you ask?” You press.

“No reason,” she shrugs. “I just- I might be at that point with someone and I was just curious.”

“Ah, I see,” you say. The girl smiles nervously. “Follow your heart, Lila. And you just might find that it leads you to the place you’ve always belonged.”

“Thank you, y/n,” Lila says. She hugs you.

“Of course,” you reply, hugging her back.

“Aw man,” you hear Kate’s voice. “I’m going to replaced by you now.”

“No one could ever replace you Kate,” Lila says. Kate sits next to her on the couch and wraps her arm around her shoulder. “Y/n is cool though.”

“Isn’t she?” Kate asks. “I got the best treat of all.”

“You’re an absolute cheeseball,” you tease her.

Kate smiles softly. You end up turning on a movie and relaxing until the rest of the Barton’s get back to the apartment. You enjoy hearing about Nate’s night.

Kate lays down with you that night so content that it makes you emotional. You kiss her softly and fall into a deep sleep.

She’s the sweetest treat indeed.

[inknopewetrust]

In Another Universe Part 3 (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Summary: You are trying to normalize a world without Marcus, months after you snapped back to Earth. But in that other universe, an accident occurs in their mission to bring you back.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader (We Can Be Heroes/MCU Crossover)

Word Count: 2.08k

Warnings: Nothing, just some language. 

A/N: So... it’s embarrassing how long this part took to be published. If you’ll except an apology, I’ll be the first to beg for forgiveness. On the other hand... here’s part 3! Part 4 will be the conclusion of this miniseries so thank you for reading thus far and stay tuned for that. Right now requests are CLOSED but I am going to open them again soon when I get through the ones I have waiting and I’ll be adding L&O:SVU characters to the list. :)

Pain is a difficult concept to understand. 

There are infinite reasons to feel a certain kind of pain or to be in a specific kind of pain, but no one can truly understand it until it happens to them. Which in the case of you, is no one. 

At some point during the last five months, you had made a move to Clint’s farm. James thought it would be better for you to not be in the city where your closest friends were gone and weren’t returning. It was the constant memories of Natasha holding your hand when things got rough or Tony obnoxiously slapping you on the shoulder in a message of congratulations. 

There were so many memories that simply seeped through the walls, both physically and metaphorically, but it wasn’t as if a move was going to change that. All you wanted was to move, home, to Marcus and Missy and the life you had built in what James had called ‘Earth 2.’ 

Earth 2. 

Earth 2 was the only Earth that mattered to you and his deflection of it being secondary to the one that only caused pain was hurtful. But it wasn’t like he was going to understand that. So, you took up the offer to move to Clint’s farm and the second you landed and walked off the jet, you regretted the decision. 

Clint was surrounded by love. His wife, his daughter, his sons. They were everything and nothing to you at the same time. Clint had his own problems to deal with upon meeting a young woman who took up skills like his own and often left you with Laura and his children. 

Laura kept you occupied with small projects as they were renovating the barn and their basement, but it was just as mundane as the topics of conversation she tried to engage in. But with even the slightest mention of Nat, or Steve, or Tony, or the world you left behind, you shut down. 

It was intentional, but it wasn’t avoidable. Pain wasn’t avoidable when it was buried so deep. 

But there were the occasional good days. Like today. 

Laura had taken the boys to soccer practice and promised Lila a day out at the aquarium. She extended the offer to you but she never thought you would accept. When you did, she was pleasantly surprised and also promised she would pay for lunch too. It was rare that you would pass up the opportunity to snag a free lunch because you obliged and allowed her to plan the day. 

‘Maybe a day out would be good.’ You thought to yourself as you readied everything to go. For the first time in months you put effort into your appearance. A bit of makeup, nicer clothes, and shoes that weren’t scuffed or covered in dirt from the non-existent basement floor. 

And for what it was worth, the day was good. You allowed yourself to just enjoy, learn, and watch a mother interact with her daughter and in turn, the daughter made you feel like the aunt Clint had always told her you were. Lila saw the effort and wanted to make you feel as welcome and as loved as possible. 

And as the cracks of a broken soul begin to slowly merge together–where time would surely heal it to properly function again, a wrench is thrown to stop it. 

James Rhodes wasn’t sure how it exactly happened.

He had been standing against a lab table, watching Clint (the only other resident at the compound at the moment) work on his bow. The two were making small conversation about their day to day lives since everything had gone down just a few months ago. While Clint had just finished installing a replacement valve on the base of the basket that held his arrows. It hadn’t been turning properly and the only place that would have the parts was Tony’s former playground. Then an earthquake occurred... or what they could equate to an earthquake.

Neither of them had ever been a witness to one, but the ground shook violently, quickly, with little give. Parts fell off tables and the two men grabbed at whatever they could to remain steady. By the time they had steadied themselves, the movement stopped. It was followed then, only then, by a loud crashing noise about a floor below and glass breaking. Clint was the first to reach for his bow and James grabbed the closest gun he could find. Neither of them thought anything other than “my god, what Thanos level shit is it now.”

Like the sleuth heroes they were, they managed to silently exit the lab and descend the stairs without so much as a creek. The living space that was located on the third floor was relatively untouched but the sound had echoed from the room. As soon as they turned around from the steps, they realized their suspicions were correct but it didn’t look like a Thanos level threat.

Behind the couch, the broken lamp that had no bulb laid on the ground beside a man. A man dressed in black tactical gear and swords sheathed on his back. He had other small weapons on his clothes but none of them were drawn and from the reflection of the glass window, Clint could see a perplexed look on his seemingly worn face. Although he didn’t feel the man was particularly threatening, Clint drew up his bow and held it steady from his position before calling out to him.

“Put your hands where I can see them.”

Cheesy, he knew it was but he wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t know where the hell this guy came from and he could easily be a sorcerer or God even though he looked like a regular Joe.

“Sir, I need you to show us your hands!” James was more assertive from behind Clint but didn’t move from his position. Ever since the accident years ago, James took a step back whenever he didn’t have his armor on.

The man had flinched a bit upon hearing their voices. He slowly raised his hands as asked and turned around to meet the eyes of two men who he had never met. Their weapons drawn on him but not unfamiliar to other situations he had been in before. This time, it was just more human.

“Who are you?” The one with short hair, a bow, asked him with a hesitant, gruff voice.

“Where am I?”

The man spoke their language—maybe not an alien.

“I asked you first who are you?”

“Where am I? Where is-“

“I do not want to have to shoot you, who are you?” James was aggravated, perhaps a little scared but he wouldn’t shoot unless the man made any aggressive moments toward them.

“M-Marcus. My name is Marcus.” Marcus’ voice was firm but scared. He didn’t know where he was. It was all an accident. One minute he was testing the machine and the next he was moving through a kaleidoscope of colors until he saw a blinding light and landed on a lamp in the middle of a futuristic looking living room.

There was a moment of realization in the bow-wielders face that gave Marcus a second of hope. Had this really worked? Was this your world?

“Alright Marcus, I am going to need you to tell me where you came from and how you got here.” The one with the gun in Marcus’ eyes began to move around the one with bow. He held out his hand calmly, signaling to Marcus that he wasn’t a threat but was protecting himself and his friend out of precaution. Marcus did not move his hands but nodded in agreement. What did he have to hide when he was now in an unfamiliar land with weapons pointed at his chest? 

“I don’t know how I got here. I work for a team and we were trying to get someone back. I was working on it but something went wrong.” 

“Do you know where you are?” 

“No.” 

“Who are you looking for?” 

“Our teammate.” 

Clint knew it was him. This had to have been the man you talked about with him and James was getting that sense as well. He was exactly as you spoke, handsome with a slight carelessness to his appearance. He had a mustache and his name was literally Marcus. It couldn’t have been anyone else, though they had no idea how in the universe he found his way to the middle of the Avengers living room. 

“Marcus, I am going to ask you a series of questions I need you to be honest with me.” Clint put down his bow this time and James looked at him with wide eyes but continued to hold his stance. 

“Does your world look like this one?” 

Marcus took a second to let his eyes drift out the windows around them. The world looked similar, almost an exact copy. He had remembered your startled realization that his world was just as similar to your own even though it wasn’t the same one. It was a strange concept that was hard to grapple with. 

“Yes.” 

“Do you have a daughter, Marcus?” 

“What?” This absolutely terrified him. As much as he wanted to be hopeful to find you, a mention of his daughter in a new world was not what he wanted. Now the question if he even escaped his own world and found himself in a new one was wavering. These people couldn’t possibly know he had a daughter unless they were familiar with the Heroics. 

“Do you have a daughter? I need you to answer this so I can-” 

“Yes. Yes, I have a daughter.” 

“Missy?” 

Marcus nodded his head and Clint looked at James who lowered his gun now. This was that Marcus. This was your Marcus and he was here to find you. 

“And what can you tell me about Y/n?” 

His heart leapt out of his chest with a fury at the mention of your name. 

“She’s my-my she’s-” 

Clint nodded his head and officially dropped his bow before extending his hand for Marcus to shake. 

“My name is Clint Barton, maybe she mentioned me, I don’t know. But she’s talked plenty about you.” 

“She’s here?” It came out just above a whisper as he met Clint’s hand. 

“Y/n is with my wife at our farm. I can take you to her.” 

It was like that final stretch of battle you had described to him before. This was his endgame, his chance for peace with you and the friends you left behind for years are willing to help make that come true. Much to his word, Clint prepared a jet to set off to the farm and James kept Marcus from stirring alone in his thoughts. It wasn’t as if the reunion would be soured because the relationship ended, no, quite the opposite, but the idea that maybe you would rather stay with the people who you had always been around was an invasive thought. James had eased those thoughts with stories of your return and subsequent difficultly to adapt to this life. That wasn’t an easy thing to hear, but it meant that somewhere inside you, you believed that life was better with Missy and himself. 

James reassured him that you were very much in love with him. You had told the two of them about your “other” life, about the team, Missy, Mrs. Moreno, and everyone else who made that other world home. 

Home. 

By the time James had gotten around to recalling the moment you had realized you loved Marcus, Clint had come back, gathered his own bags and motioned to the jet. 

“Looks like he’s ready to go.” James said and gave Marcus a friendly pat on the shoulder. 

“She deserves to be happy and I know with you she’ll have that. It’s what they would have wanted.” 

“Thank you for your help. I don’t think I would have found her otherwise.” Marcus chuckled but couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. It was a contagious one because the two men couldn’t help but feel the love the radiated off the man. They were happy for you and if leaving this world for another meant you would finally be at peace, then that is what it meant. 

“Go get her, Marcus.” 

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Between the Lines || X

PAIRING: Steve Rogers & Fem!Reader (Platonic) / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: This series will contain smut(**), poly-relationship, and dark themes.

Note: Oof I came back and DELIVERED 👏👏 it’s really long I’m sorry. I legit said we’re ending this arc today LOL

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII || PART VIII || PART IX

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There's something about the way the golden sky hits the horizon of this quiet countryside field.

It's quiet.

At least in comparison to the city.

You like the tall grass that surrounds the stand-alone home. The air is cleaner, crisper. There's a serene peace that settles in the area, and it makes you nostalgic for things you haven't had.

You can hear children running around inside, and the sink running in the kitchen along with food sizzling. Looking over at Natasha, there's a softness that has fallen over her face, a look you're somewhat familiar with, but in a different context.

This might be home for her, too, you realize.

"A safe house?" Tony tilts his head as everyone stares at the farmhouse.

"Let's hope," Clint mutters as everyone enters into the house. "Honey, I'm home!"

You tilt your head, curious when the woman you assume to be Clint's wife walks into the kitchen. You knew she was carrying based on the conversation you overhead, but you were still surprised to find her heavily pregnant.

She was due soon.

"Hi, company," Clint says in a rush as he gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, I didn't call ahead."

"Hey," the woman replies as she kisses Clint. You hear Tony make a comment to Thor about the strangeness of this, but you were focused on her stomach.

You tilted your head as you could hear its heartbeat.

"Gentlemen and gentle...women," Clint stares at you and Natasha. "This is Laura. My wife."

"I know all your names," Laura smiles while everyone looks at her rather awkwardly because no one but Natasha, you and, David knew about her.

David seemed the most curious, but he has always loved kids and got along with them easily.

"You're due soon," he tells Laura with a smile as he sneaks around you to stand closer to inspect Laura respectfully.

"You can tell?" Laura looks down at her stomach as David nods.

"Yes," he says. "A couple months at the most."

"How can you tell?" Laura asks as you hear tiny rumbling footsteps running towards this room.

"We can smell it," David informs her.

"Incoming," Clint says, kneeling down as his son and daughter excitedly burst into the room.

"Dad!" His daughter jumps in Clint's arm. Clint picks her up as he stands and kisses his son's head.

"Tinier agents," Tony blinks at the scene while Steve looks completely flabbergasted.

"This is Lila and Cooper," Clint smiles softly.

"Did you bring Auntie Nat?" The little girl says, and Natasha turns as she smiles.

"Why don't you hug her and find out?" Natasha starts to walk while Lila runs into her arms.

Natasha picks her up with ease, holding her close as she kisses Lila on the cheek. She comes back to you and tense ever so slightly before you relax.

Of course, you spent a lot of time with Allison as you took care of her, but sometimes, being around young kids would cause just a quick flashback of the ones you couldn't save.

Natasha smiles at you, and you return it lightly.

"This is Lila," Natasha introduces you to her and then telling Lila your name.

"Is she your friend?" Lila asks as she stares at you, and Natasha laughs.

"Yes, she's...my special friend," Natasha looks at you with a smirk to which you roll your eyes gently in response.

"I like your braids," you tell Lila softly, who smiles shyly at you in thanks.

"Sorry to drop by in like this," Steve says to Laura.

"Yeah, we would've, but we were too busy not knowing you existed," Tony chirped in.

Clint smiles as he stands next to his wife and has his hand on Cooper's shoulder.

"Yeah, Fury helped me set this up and kept it off SHIELD's files. I'd like to keep it that way, I figured this is a good place to lay low."

Laura laughed suddenly, and everyone turned to see David giving family photos to her.

"Okay, as low as we can," Clint corrects.

Natasha sets down Lila as she drags you closer to Laura.

"Ah, honey, I missed you," Laura pulls Natasha into a hug before giving you a kind smile.

Your nose twitches as you get closer, and you can smell Laura's pregnancy in more detail.

"And how's little Natasha?" Natasha coos as she bends down to touch Laura's stomach gently.

"You mean Nathaniel?" David snickers and you elbow him in the rib.

"What?" Natasha says as she stands up, looking at David before she turns back to Laura.

"Sorry," Laura gives her an apologetic look that confirms what David said.

Natasha leans back down to Laura's stomach, "Traitor."

"Thor," Steve calls out.

You turn your attention as Thor leaves the house with Steve following him.

You hear Thor say how he saw something in his dream and how he won't find his answers here before flying off.

Everyone seems to have reached their limit and wants to get some rest. You, Natasha, and David decided to stay in one room since the two of you don't sleep. David said he'd be out working on a lot of other things anyways.

"Mind if I shower first?" He asks you and Natasha.

"Go for it," Natasha nods.

"If you use all the hot water, I'll kill you," you tell him, and David just pretends to look offended that you would even insinuate he would before walking off.

You could hear Clint and Laura talking in the next room where he's updating her on the mission and what he'll do once this mission is done. You try to drown it out as you turn and focus on Natasha before you.

"How are you feeling?" You ask softly as you lift your hand to her face.

Natasha presses more firmly into your hold. A part of her wishes she could feel the warmth of your actual hand, but she doesn't want to push you, and you were clearly nowhere ready to touch her with your bare hands.

It didn't stop her from fantasizing about it, though.

"Better," Natasha rasps, "I've stopped hearing the lingering voices."

You nodded, using your thumb to stroke her cheek.

"How was it?" Natasha asks, breaking the silence, and you know what she's referring to.

Slowing dropping your hand, you went to sit at the seat beside the window.

"It was..." you sighed, "I don't know. Hard."

Natasha takes a seat next to you, combing her fingers through your hair, and your eyes fluttered at the serene feeling.

"Talk to me," Natasha softly says. She knows you've probably been refraining from trying to talk about it with her after that night. You must think she may not like it.

But Natasha doesn't care about such things like that. Tatyana was a big part of your life, and even though you haven't said anything about it yet, Natasha knows Wanda will be too.

In what capacity will depend on what you'll allow, what you think Natasha will allow.

"I suppose...I didn't expect her to look so much like Tatyana," you smile weakly. "Looking at her is like nearly looking at a spitting image. Pietro has similar features, being twins, but it's easier to ignore that he's a descendant."

Natasha nods, understanding as she continues to comb through your hair.

"I'm still working on confirming something," you tell her honestly.

"And if what you suspect is true?" Natasha asks.

You purse your lips.

"Then, we have a new set of problems."

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The day continues on, and everyone, for the most part, has freshened up. You leave Natasha to her own devices with showering even though earlier she had given you a look that suggested that they could save water if they showered together.

You had felt a hot liquid pool form in your lower stomach as you licked your lips.

But now was neither nor the time to engage in such activities, though you did give her a languid kiss before excusing yourself.

You could hear Tony and Steve talking--passive-aggressively arguing outside. You were about to go out to break it up when your eyes honed in on something.

"Just great," you huffed under your breath as you headed out to the field where there was a tractor.

"Thank you, Laura," a deep voice spoke as he caught your eye as you came up to them.

Laura greeted you, and you nodded in response as she slipped out to do her task.

"Maria tell you to come out here?" You asked, looking at Nick Fury.

"She thought it would be best for me to assess the situation," he shrugs. "I wanted a little word with Stark, anyways."

You shake your head. "Your words will mean nothing to him, you know."

"Then perhaps I should talk with you," Fury redirects. "I hear you're quite involved with this case."

You remain silent, not taking his bait.

"What do you suggest I do?" Fury says, curious about what you'll say.

Before you could answer, you hear Tony approaching, catching the two of you after looking at the tractor.

"Ah, Mrs. Barton, that little minx. What are the two of you doing here? Did Maria call you?" Tony asks as he turns to look at Fury.

"Artificial intelligence, you didn't even hesitate," Fury cocked his brow at Tony.

You tune out the two of them talking as you focus your attention elsewhere. You could hear Steve a little ways away, still ripping woods apart with his bare hands. Inside the house, you could hear the water being turned off, indicating that Natasha was done with her shower, and you decided you would go in soon to shower yourself before helping where you could.

"--you didn't," you catch the end of what Fury said before the man walked off, leaving you alone with the genius billionaire.

He was frustrated--annoyed, you could tell by just looking at his face. The light grimace and pinch between his eyebrow were a clear indication.

Tony catches you staring at him, looking miffed as he peers at you.

"Well, I suppose you have something to say, too, huh?" Tony mutters.

You take a long minute to stare at him, his conversation with Fury not lost on you.

"Not really," you say in the end. "Nothing I haven't already told you, anyways."

"Right, like my ego being too big, and I'm not the be-all, end-all."

You shrug. "No one is the be-all, end-all. If the world had to only rely on one man, we would've gone extinct before cavemen even had the chance to evolve."

"And I'm the man that's going to cause that," Tony persisted.

"No," you shook your head. "You know as well as I do that it was only your fear being shown to you."

"Do I?" Tony scoffed. "All I know is that I saw all my friends dead, and I caused it because I couldn't save them. Who are you to say it's not the future I saw?"

"Because she can't show you the future!" You burst at him, grimacing at your own outburst. You sigh, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "That's not what her power is. In the best-case scenario, she can use telepathy to read your mind to experience your memories and thoughts, and then using that to project hallucinations onto you. In the worst-case scenario, she can use her powers to alter reality to make what she wants to come true. I don't think she's there yet."

"And how do you know all that?" Tony asks, narrowing his eyes at you.

"You know that I came on this mission for my own personal reasons."

"And what? That Maximoff girl is your personal reason?"

"They both are," you tell him. "Her powers aren't entirely unfamiliar to me. Different, yes, I imagine from the scepter, but not unfamiliar."

"I don't see the difference between her powers and my future." Tony blinks at you.

You grumbled, sighing as you try to explain. "It means, dumbass, that Wanda either doesn't realize that she can alter reality or that she doesn't have enough control of her powers to do so yet. I'm betting it's a mix of the two. I felt it when I fought with her. She's chaotic, and her powers are unrefined. Because of that, she can only snoop into your mind and then send you your worst fear in the form of a hallucination. You weren't shown the future, Tony, you were emotionally exploited."

You wanted Tony to understand, not so sure why you were so concerned with it. Tony, like everyone else, was a complex person with a multitude of different faces and layers. On the surface, he was a nonchalant, cocky dickhead (though, you were also sure some of that was truly him on the inside too), but he was also someone who cared.

A lot.

And people who tend to care a lot always overdid everything to protect everything and everyone they care about.

Tony was already hurting.

And Wanda was making it worse.

It was a painful reminder that Tatyana had hurt people too, and you couldn't stop her.

"How do you know that isn't the future for sure? How can you confirm that's not my legacy?" Tony murmurs quietly, looking at the sky as if the low volume would allow him to admit his fear without you hearing.

You stare at him for a long minute, biting your tongue before you draw a long sigh that gets Tony's attention.

Tony watches you, taking off one glove, pressing your lips together as you do so.

You hold out your hand to him.

"If you tell Natasha I touched you before her, I'll break your dick."

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Dinner is a pleasant affair. You had gone back into the kitchen swiftly after finishing your talk with Tony. Laura was starting to make dinner, and you let her know not to worry about you and David as the two of you don't eat.

You had taken a step out with David while everyone was bustling around before dinner. It had been a while since you last fed, and you had a feeling things were going to start happening back to back, and you needed to be prepared for it.

The two of you headed into town to the nearest hospital, compelling a nurse to bring you both a blood bag to feed on and forget.

It wasn't a lot, but it would be enough to get through the mission without damage, hopefully. You didn't want to end up taking too much from the hospital and causing a problem, even though the two of you were too far from your own stash.

It would've been better to go to a blood bank, but this town was so small they didn't have one.

You were sitting closely next to Natasha as she ate her dinner, your arm around her, and you fought the urge to hide your face into her neck.

"You should head to NEXUS in Oslo to pick up JARVIS," David tells Tony.

"Is that where he is?" Tony hums. "Smart guy to head to the fastest internet hub on the earth. I'm such a proud dad," Tony pretends to tear up.

"Great, you got one good kid and one fuck up, classic!" You say over Natasha's head while Tony scrunches his nose at you.

"Why did I come?" Fury muttered rather loudly. Seems like all the information he was bringing was already brought up by David.

"For a good time, boss. But you wouldn't happen to have anything else, would you?" Natasha pulled a piece of her bread apart.

"I have you," Fury shrugged. "We ain't got nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. So stand up and take out that platinum bastard."

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk," Natasha teases.

"You know what, Romanoff?" Steve jokingly threatens while she smiles mischievously at him.

You had been only half-focusing on the conversation at hand, jumping in here and there to throw in remarks. You were thrumming your fingers at your side quietly.

There was something about that first night you had all encountered Ultron.

"So, what does he want?" Fury asked.

"To become better. Better than us. He keeps building bodies," Steve licked his bottom lip.

"Person bodies. We're outmoded, biologically speaking, but he keeps coming back to it," Tony leaned back in his chair.

"He wants the human race to evolve; therefore, he needs to evolve himself," Banner mused.

"I don't think evolving the human race is his goal," David muttered.

"How's he going to do that?" Fury asked.

And then it occurred to you.

"Has anyone talked to Dr. Cho?" You pursed your lips.

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There was a lot of noise as everyone was getting ready to leave the Barton household.

Thor was still out on his own, so no one held high hopes he would be coming back for this one.

"Alright, I'll head to you guys as soon as I collect JARVIS from NEXUS," Tony, lets everyone know.

"I'll take David and Banner to the Stark Tower," Fury said. " "Mind if I borrow Miss Hill?"

"All yours," Tony nodded. "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know, something dramatic, I hope," Fury shrugs.

"Alright, everyone else goes with me," Steve attached his shield onto his back.

You nod as you stood next to Natasha.

"You know, I miss the days when I was the weirdest thing science created," Steve mused.

"What do you mean?" You looked at him with a smirk. "You still are."

"I swear to God--"

"Swearing is not good, Steve," Natasha joined in on the teasing.

"I hate you both," Steve shook his head with a good spirit.

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There was something that rubbed you the wrong way when you entered the laboratory.

Sparks from exposed wires filled the air, and you could smell blood and hear the shallow breathing of a woman.

You recognized the scent.

"Dr. Cho is in there," you say quietly for Steve to hear, and the two of you race in to see that she was sitting on the floor, resting against a cabinet as she was clutching her stomach tightly. She had blood dripping from her head and lips, but she was still alive.

"Dr. Cho!" Steve called out as he race to her, bending down to see if she was okay.

"He's uploading himself into the body," Dr. Cho heavily breathes. "You can't just destroy the cradle. You need to get it to Stark."

"I got to find it first," Steve tells her.

"Go," she nods in the direction of outside. He purses her lip at her, but she nods to let Steve know she'll be okay.

He starts to head out but then looks at you.

"I'll catch up," you say offhandedly as you bend down to assess the doctor.

She was bleeding profusely through her stomach, where Ultron shot her. Dr. Cho had done her best to stop the bleeding, but it started to soak through the cloth. You looked around to find her technicians dead, and you frowned.

"Maybe I will get your venom after all," Dr. Cho says with a smirk, bringing your attention back to her.

You cocked your brow at her with a smile. "It's quite the risqué position. I don't know if my girlfriend would like that."

"I'm sure she won't mind you helping a frail, dying girl," Dr. Cho jokes but winces in pain shortly after.

You snort at the word frail but lick your lips nonetheless. "Listen, Doc, I don't wanna catch you doing experiments on yourself after getting my venom, alright?"

She nods, and you lift her hand away along with the cloth. You lower herself down her body, feeling the venom pool in your mouth.

You hear her breath hitch, and you're not sure if it's because she's in pain. You remind yourself you need to be careful. While you could drink the blood that was pouring out from Dr. Cho, you opted not to.

Dr. Cho realized this as you were carefully licking her wound, feeling something amazing happening on her skin under your mouth as she was being healed.

"What a loyal girlfriend you are," Dr. Cho mutters.

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"I'm always picking up after you boys," Natasha grunts as she Steve's shield and gives it to you to hold.

You were on your way to Steve when Natasha dropped from the sky on a motorbike, and you found yourself hopping on the back of it as she passed you.

"Seriously, Steve, I've seen people treat their trash better than how often you drop this thing," you joke.

"Little busy, guys," Steve grunts back, "wouldn't say no to some help."

As you get closer to the truck where Ultron and Steve are, you whip his shield to him, and Steve uses it to knock Ultron's arm off of him. Ultron falls, catching sight of you two and uses his power to lift a piece of the ground up to stop Natasha in her tracks.

"Go!" Natasha tells you, and you get up on the motorbike before using your strength to propel yourself onto the truck as you leap.

Ultron sees you and immediately uses his ability to manipulate gravity to launch himself towards you.

But if Pietro was too quick for him, you were just a step behind. You blur to the side, back kicking him with a brute amount of force as Ultron passed you.

The strength of the kick alone had done a lot of damage. Your foot had impaled him halfway as he passed, bolts, and gears falling out of the hole you created.

"Look at us," you look at Steve, "we're a dream team."

"I always wanted to tag team with you," Steve smiles.

"Of course you do," you say as if it was obvious, "I'm your favorite."

"Ugh!" Ultron screams as he flies into Steve's direction this time, but Steve uses the momentum to take them both into the train that was moving next to them.

You followed as you spoke into the intercom, "We're taking the party elsewhere. The truck's all yours with the surprise inside, baby."

"I love when you leave gifts for me, so romantic," Natasha cooed.

"Please stop, or I will vomit," Clint says.

You snort as you follow through the hole Ultron and Steve created when they crashed into the train. You land with grace, noticing there are passengers on the cart.

Steve hits Ultron with enough force to send him flying, and you move as fast as you can over to a young teen to force her lower onto the ground from her seat to avoid being crushed.

"I guess I've got civilian-watching duty," you say almost glumly.

"I'd be happy to trade," Steve huffs as he stands up straight.

You could hear Natasha and Clint talking through your earpiece, and for a second, you wished you had stayed with your girlfriend when you hear that the truck is airborne, but you knew she could handle it.

"No, you seem like you got it," you shake your head with a smile. Luckily with a psychotic robot and turbulence on the train, it was too hard for anyone to grab their phone and record.

Ultron barrels into Steve, knocking him into the corner before Steve uses his foot to kick back.

"Of course," Steve puffs.

Even though you had said that you still helped out when you could, with the narrow pathway the train provided, the two of you had to be careful of making sure civilians didn't get hurt.

Ultron was extremely diligent in keeping you at a distance from him, realizing you were nearly as fast as Pietro and much, much stronger.

But then you heard it.

The light footsteps atop the train at first, then then your eyes easily adjusted to a blur that went past you, knocking into Ultron.

It was Pietro.

Your eyes easily found their way to Wanda as you turned around. She was looking at you, unsure what to think when your eyes met.

Ultron turned back to start towards Pietro, but two metal railings were bent to prevent him from doing so. Ultron turned back to see Wanda, and it was clear on his robotic face that he was hurt, but he also knew he couldn't best Wanda.

"Please, don't do this," Ultron's tone soft and pleading.

"What choice do we have?" Wanda's thick accent hung in the air, and you bit your tongue.

Ultron stilled for a millisecond before he turned around, shooting a blast out from his hand. Everyone dodged, and the explosion shot straight through to the train's front where the conductor was. Taking the momentary distraction, Ultron bolted out of the train and flew away.

With the conductor out, the train started to sway unsteadily, everyone losing their footing, and no one could go after Ultron.

Steve hopped up, heading to the front to check if the conductor was okay, but she was out cold. "We've lost him! He's headed your way."

The train flew off its railing, and everyone hung on the best they could as it kept going even on concrete and dirt.

"Nat!" Clint shouted through the intercom. "Cap, do you see Nat?" His voice was panicked and strained.

You looked out the window of the train in the sky. You could see Quinjet, but Natasha was nowhere in sight.

"What the hell do you mean, Clint?!" You shouted.

"I got the cradle, but Ultron grabbed her the last second we got it. Do you have eyes on her?!" Clint asked, his head moving jerkily as he looked around out the windows.

"If you have the package, get it to Stark!" Steve instructed. "Go!"

You heard Clint frustratedly curse an expletive before he flew the Quinjet away in the other direction.

Warning bells were already going off in your head as you were about to take off the train and see if you could locate Natasha, but Steve's voice stopped you.

"I need you to help stop the train, or these people might die," Steve's jaw was tight, and you knew that he didn't want this either. If he could stop the train on his own or trusted the two twins enough, he would want you out there looking for Natasha too.

You looked around, seeing the humans' petrified faces, all sorts of people on this train, no doubt children too.

You clenched your jaw, swallowing painfully, but you resolved to trust that Natasha was okay and could take care of herself. She had been long before you, you reminded yourself.

"Alright," you breathe out in a huff.

"Civilians are in the path," Steve told Pietro, who rushed off.

"I need you to help me stop this train," you turn to Wanda.

She stares at you but nods once firmly.

You make your way to the front of the train, hopping over the conductor and a few feet away from the train, turning as it approaches you.

Steeling yourself by digging your feet into the ground as you get into a stance with your hands out, the train collides into you. Instead of crushing you like it would an average human, your body hardens to take the shock, and the train pushes you back, gravel and dirt flying everywhere.

It slows down slightly, but it won't come to a complete stop before the train would barrel right into a building. You can see Pietro working around you, and Wanda uses her power to stop the wheels from turning.

The train comes to a full stop smoothly with all three of you, and no one was harmed.  People began to exit the train, and Steve came out to check on you while Wanda checked on Pietro.

"I'm fine, just need a second," you breathe, hearing Pietro say something similar to Wanda.

"Did you get the cradle?" Wanda asks, her eyes floating to you. Your eyes caught hers for a moment, but you turned quickly to your intercoms.

You had tried to contact Natasha, but it was obviously a bust as she didn't answer back. Your next contact was with David to tell him to start searching.

"Stark will handle it," Steve tells Wanda.

"No, he won't," Wanda looked distraught.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you don't know him," Steve defended Tony while Wanda looked more upset as the seconds passed.

"He will do anything to make it right," Wanda says, knowing what she saw in his head. "Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and killing it...where do you think he gets that from?"

Steve pursed his lips because as much as he didn't want to admit it, the girl had a point, and Steve was still miffed about how Tony had kept all this artificial intelligence stuff a secret.

"Stark, anyone, come in?" Steve said into his comms, but it was silent.

You turn around, jaw clenched as you were upset about Natasha taken.

"It'll be fine," you tell the three of them, the confidence in your voice that made everyone quiet. "We need to head back."

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You were pissed.

And everyone could tell.

Natasha was taken, and no one knew where Ultron may have taken her. You understood at the time that Steve needed you there to help him, but it didn't help that Natasha was gone.

You were mostly pissed at yourself.

"Well, she's not dead," Tony says as if in an attempt to make you feel better. "If she were, Ultron would be rubbing it in our faces."

You didn't say anything in response, jaw still clenched tightly.

Wanda watched from the other side of the room, looking at you peculiarly with her head slightly tilted and arms crossed together just under her chest. She had gathered that you and Natasha were together, and from the information she got from reading other people's minds, it seemed that it was still relatively a new development.

There was something in Wanda's chest that flared annoyingly at the sight of you so...so worried over the redhead. She didn't quite understand it herself or what was the underlying cause of it. But you looked different with that expression on your face.

"You think Natasha might've left something for you outside the internet? Any old-school spy stuff?" Tony asked as he turned to Clint.

"I can cast some nets to see if I catch anything," Clint pressed his lips together, also eager to find his friend.

Your eyes were glowing red angrily as you tried to control your emotions. David came up to you, putting his hand on your shoulder to try to ground you.

"I'll find her," David promises you.

You were gripping a countertop as you were slightly hunched over it.

You needed air.

Suddenly, the edge of the countertop snapped under your grip, crumbling into smaller pieces, and you let it go as you stood straight.

"Find her within the hour," you tell David, walking briskly out of the room.

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When you came back, everything was in chaos.

Everyone was arguing about the body in the cradle and what to do with it. You could see from the corner of your eye that Bruce was angry with Wanda and picking a fight with her.

It was escalating so fast. All of a sudden, Pietro took off as he started destroying lab equipment.

"No, go on," Pietro stood next to Bruce, but the next second afterward, the glass floor shattered underneath him, and he fell through where Clint was.

"Pietro!" Wanda went to help her brother, but then Bruce grabbed her from behind.

Tony and Steve were fighting each other, and you blinked before clenching your jaw.

You blurred over, and just before Steve and Tony were about to collide again, you intercepted, grabbing both their wrists and twisting.

"Ah!" They both yelled as they staggered, almost kneeling on the ground.

The room stilled as everyone look at you.

"We do not fight each other," you snarled at them, looking at Steve and Tony pointedly. "Keep this up, and I'll snap both your wrists."

You grip just slightly tighter in warning before letting them both go, and they stumble a little as they stand up straighter.

"Jesus Christ, I could feel the armor just about to give," Tony says, holding his hand up to inspect his suit while Steve rubs his wrist gingerly.

You then blur over to where Bruce and Wanda to separate them, shoving Bruce a little harder when he refused to let go of Wanda.

Wanda stumbles into your arms when Bruce is forced to let her go. You steady her with your hand on her back. Your scent fills Wanda's nose, and she's almost reeling at how it invades her.

"I get that you're beyond pissed, and what she did was not okay," you tell Bruce, eyes flickering to meet Wanda's for a second before looking back at him. "But clearly the situation has changed, and for now, she's with us. Steve brought them here. This isn't the time. Focus on the mission at hand, figure it out with her after."

"You want me to forgive what she did?" Bruce said incredulously.

"No," you shake your head, "I want you to be an Avenger and put it aside for now because your teammate has been captured, and there's still a maniac robot out there hellbent on making humans extinct."

Your words hit Bruce and seem to sober him from his anger, and he relaxes his clenched jaw as he sighs and nods. You pat him on the shoulder twice before you walk away, leading Wanda with you.

Best to not tempt it again if they're too close together.

Wanda looks at you as you walk with her. The words, 'are you upset with me?' want to leave her mouth, but she forces them in. Of course, you'd be upset with her. She had done so many things to the Avengers, including harming your girlfriend with hallucinations.

Wanda looks away and grits her teeth because she shouldn't care if you're upset with her or not.

But then she feels a light pat on her back.

Wanda looks at you. You aren't looking back at her, there's no indication that you had done that as you keep your head straight ahead.

Still.

Wanda had understood the gesture regardless, hearing your voice in her head.

'It's not okay, but I understand. You will get a chance to make it up to Bruce, and he will forgive you. Give it time.'

Before Wanda could say anything, Tony and Steve were at it again, but this time using their words.

"Tony," Steve's face daunt and tight in disapproval, "shut it down!" Steve demanded.

"And I'm telling you, this is will work!" Tony shot back as he caught you coming up to them.

"Tell them!" Tony looks at you, drawing Steve's attention to you as well. "Tell them what you--"

You shoot Tony a warning look, getting him to shut up.

Sighing, you looked at Steve. "Trust me when I say that it will be okay."

"You want him to bring another android to life?" Steve said in disbelief. "We haven't even defeated the first one yet!"

Before you could argue some more, Thor flew in, bringing his lightning hammer on the cradle, bringing the body to life.

"Wait!" Bruce yelled, but it was too late.

For a moment, it was silent, but suddenly, the body smashed out of its cradle.

Glass flew everywhere in its surrounding area. You immediately grabbed Wanda, pulling her to shield her from the flying glass as you used your hand to protect her head.

You felt a piece of glass slice through your cheek on the surface, momentarily stinging before it mended itself.

When everyone stood straighter as the glass settled, there was a giant red android standing in his naked glory, and a giant yellow stone plastered into his forehead.

You had known this was coming when you touched Tony's hand. You had seen quite far ahead;  everything from this, to the fight with Ultron in Tony's perspective, and even a little after that.

When the government and the United Nations wanted to be involved in the Avengers' affairs.

That would be a tricky one to navigate, and you wanted more time to think about it.

When you had relayed what you had seen back to him on the farm, you reassured him that he doesn't kill anyone in the next while, but you didn't exactly tell him what he will do in the future in detail as it could cause counterproductive results and change the future again.

All you could tell Tony was that he was on the right path, he was going to create something to help win the battle, and a heat seal would come in handy.

But back to the matter at hand, you knew this was coming, and yet, actually seeing the giant red walking toaster rubbed you the wrong way, and you weren't quite sure why.

He was floating and quickly flew towards Thor, who easily deterred the android away.

Thor raised his hands as Steve and Clint were ready to fight. Pietro came back, looking at you with a quirk of his brow when he saw you still holding Wanda.

You let go awkwardly because you were distracted, forgetting that you were still protecting her.

Why Pietro was staring at you like that, you didn't know. It's not like Wanda stepped out of your arms, either.

"I'm sorry," the android came back, sounding very similar to JARVIS. "That was odd...thank you," he looked at Thor.

"Thor, you helped create this?" Steve said as he eyed the being before him.

"I had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at its center is that," Thor says, pointing to the stone in the android's head.

"What? The gem?" Bruce clarified.

"It's the Mind Stone. It's one of the six Infinity Stones, the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities," Thor explained.

"Then why would you bring it to life..." Steve pursed his lips, even more suspicious of the new being.

"Because Stark is right," Thor says, almost looking pained to admit.

"That's just gonna unnecessarily inflate his ego," you mutter while Tony was accessing what he helped bring to life.

"We can't defeat Ultron," Thor says, but then catches David entering the room. "Okay, well, maybe he can, but he seems like he has a lot to do."

"Help is good," the android tilted his head.

"Why does your 'vision' sound a lot like JARVIS," Steve's brows furrowed.

"We...configured JARVIS' matrix to create something new," Tony explained.

"I think I've had enough of the new," Steve pursed his lips, never taking his eyes off the android.

The android looked over to Steve. "You think I'm a child of Ultron?"

"You're not?" Steve countered back.

The android shook his head. "I'm not Ultron. I'm not Jarvis...I am...I am." Since he had yet to name himself, and due to Thor's vision, everyone decided that's what his name would be.

Wanda looked at Vision suspiciously. Her eyes narrowing at him. "I looked in your head and saw annihilation."

"Look again," he prompted her, staring at her intensely, and you resisted the urge to curl your lip back.

Wanda does what he says, a curious look on her face.

"Yeah, her seal of approval means jack-shit to me," Clint says.

You watched as everyone goes back and forth, with Vision ending with a long, windy, talk about himself and that they need to go. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Sokovia. Natasha's there too," David answered, giving you a look when everyone questions where they were going.

"Then let's go," you lick your lips.

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The ride back to Sokovia feels long, even with Tony flying the Quinjet as fast as possible.

You stand in the back, looking out the window as the clouds pass by. You hear someone come up to you, but you don't move.

The smell of cinnamon and orange blossom floats you're way, so you don't have to know who it was.

The two of you stand in silence, appreciating the view outside.

"Sometimes...sometimes I can see a glimpse into your head," Wanda says quietly, so the others don't hear.

Your eyes peer over to her before slowly looking back out.

"It's not polite to snoop," you say equally as quiet.

"I can't exactly control it..." Wanda mumbles.

"Even so, you should at least pretend you don't know," you moisten your lips.

It's quiet for a moment before Wanda speaks up again.

"I...saw someone. Things I can't explain," Wanda says unsurely, and you know what she's talking about.

Even though you know she can't help it, you can't help but also feel a little miffed.

You knew that Wanda had a right to know, and yet, you didn't say anything.

"You were looking for me..." Wanda realizes.

"And Pietro," you add, giving her a look, almost laughing when she scrunches her nose.

"We're...connected," Wanda slowly says, turning to face you more.

You swallow as you turn to face her as well.

Wanda's staring at you intensely as if drawing in every little detail about your face and committing it to memory. There's a tight feeling in both her stomach and chest, and she doesn't understand.

She doesn't understand you.

You nod softly.

"Will you tell me about it?" Wanda asks.

"After everything has settled," you tell her.

Wanda swallows.

"You want me to stay?"

She says it so softly, you're surprised such a tone can come out of her when lately she's been an angry bull.

With the time you have, you take in her features. Her long dark hair behind her ears, round face, with define cheeks and jawline was familiar. Her long lashes framed her eyes, and her dark eyeliner and the lighting inside the craft dimmed the color of her eyes.

Still.

She looked at you with an intensity that made you dizzy.

"Yeah," you rasp. "How else will you make it up to Banner?"

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Natasha hears you calling her name as you run-up to her cell. She stands up, meeting you on the other side, her hand touches yours.

"You okay?" You ask her, accessing her thoroughly for any kind of injuries.

"Yeah," she tells you, smiling a little at your protective behavior, and once you're satisfied that she's relatively unharmed, you look back to her face.

"We gotta get going, team's already out there, and we're missing all the action," you say, liking the way Natasha smirks.

"Don't suppose you found a key just lying around on your way in, did you?"

You tilt your head, looking at the built-in lock on the cell door. Placing your hand over it, you yanked with a substantial amount of strength, forcing the metal underneath to give way.

You threw the hunk of metal behind your back and looked at your girlfriend. She smiled at you as she slides the door open, jumping into you to hug you briefly.

"Let's go," she says as she pulls back.

The two of you navigate your way through, but the ground begins to shake as you're almost out of there. The two of you stumble slightly before steadying yourselves.

"What's the situation?" You ask into the comms.

"Ultron's got Vibranium under the city. We're up in the air," Tony advises.

"Shit, we need to get out here," you say, turning to Natasha. "We're not going to make it on foot, so I'm going to carry you on my back."

Natasha nods, and you turn around, lower yourself so she can get on. Once she's secured on with her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, you adjust here once more before you're satisfied.

"Keep your head down and close to me," you tell her, feeling her following your instructions. The speed you'd be going at could accidentally break her neck if you weren't careful.

With that, you race out, quickly reaching the outside. Everything seems to be crumbling at you begin to maneuver onto the rocks, leaping onto another one as they fall. Eventually, you reach the cliffside wall, using your hands along with your feet to climb up.

When you reach safe ground, Natasha gets off.

"Didn't even break a sweat, huh?" She says to you.

"I have great stamina," you joke, but Natasha raises her brow at her, quirking her lip on one side into a seductive smirk.

"I'll be sure to test that out one day."

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You feel awful.

Sokovia is falling apart, people are screaming and crying, and it's a war zone out here.

You separated from Natasha, warning her to not get kidnapped again because you don't think you could live with that kind of worry. She merely kisses your cheek before she races off to go help Steve and Thor.

You met up with David, who was huddled up with one of Ultron's robots, and a laptop next to him. The robot was powered down by David, who had his hands on its chest intensely.

"What are you doing?" You ask, looking at his laptop screen to see he was uploading something.

David didn't break his concentration or even open his eyes, but he answered you. "I'm trying to reprogram this bot's mainframe. The Vision is deleting Ultron off the net, so if I can do this, then I can turn this bot over to help us, and then spread it over to all Ultron's other bots."

"That would definitely turn the tide on this," you say, crushing a flying robot towards David.

"I...I got it!" David exclaimed, powering up the robot in hand. It stood up, accessing you, and you stood on guard, but it started to attack its own kind as a threat in the next moment.

"I just need to finish uploading the software to be spread," David picked up his laptop. "I'm going to take cover to finish this, and then find The Vision. I'm good here, you should go."

You nod at him before you take off at high speed. On your way, you bumped into Clint and Wanda. They were being overpowered as they tried to help civilians out of the area.

A group of bots begin to close in. It seems David is still in the process of uploading the software, so the attacks haven't ceased. You notice a bot hellbent on self-destruction as it plummets towards the ground.

Clint is already moving towards Wanda, shouting at her to move. You rush towards the two of them, jumping and pushing them through a building window just as an explosion hits. There are shots still being fired even as the three of you take cover.

Clint's already sitting up, alert as he tries to look at the situation outside without getting shot. Wanda crawls towards the wall, gasping and whimpering.

"How could I let this happen?" She's so distraught.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?" Clint asks, but you put your hand on his shoulder.

Clint looks at you. The situation outside still needs to be handled, and he seems like he doesn't have the time to try to give her a pep talk. You nod at him, and he nods back. Getting up, Clint readies his arrows before he kicks open the door.

"This is all our fault," Wanda cries quietly.

You grab her face, getting her to look up at you. "Look at me," you tell her. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. It's your fault, my fault, it's everyone's fault. Regardless, this is happening."

She looks at you, breathing harshly as she blinks rapidly.

"I know you're hurting, but this is your homeland, and it's up in the air. Literally. Hopefully, if David manages, we won't be fighting an entire army of robots, but we still got one bad guy to fight," you swallow before hearing something approach as you push and move Wanda out of the way just as a shot fires through the wall.

Wanda looks even more frightened, and she's hanging on the front of your jacket as you readjust to move away from the wall.

"We can't change what we've done, we can only try to fix it going forward. I don't care about anything you did or who you were before this."

"I can't fix this," she bellows to you.

"Yes, you can," you backfire immediately at her. "If you scared and want to let everyone else clean up your mess, I'm fine with letting you do that. You'll be safe here, and Pietro can come to get you. But you can't sit here and tell me that you're okay with letting your fear control you. You can do this, I know you can."

Wanda stares at you, eyes shaking as bites her tongue, letting the silence fall.

"Why do you believe in me so much? Care about me so much?" Wanda asks quietly, feeling something stir in her stomach.

You look back at her, noticing that Wanda seems calmer. Maybe because you feel like you're looking at someone so similar to Tatyana in many ways. That Wanda feels like she's the villain who had caused this.

Perhaps thought she had wanted to be a villain at the start.

But it wretches your gut painfully.

"If anyone could become a hero, it'd be you."

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"David, please tell me you're almost finished," you say into the comms as you, Wanda, and Clint fight the rest of the robots in your area.

The three of you need to work your way to Steve and the rest of the gang when Pietro flew in to take Wanda.

"Keep up, old man!" He teasingly says as he darts off.

"I hate him so much," Clint breathes deeply.

"If you want, I can carry you," you shrug.

"I both want to and hate the idea," Clint scrunches his nose but allows you to carry him.

"I'm really close guys, just hang tight!" David tells everyone.

"The next wave is going to hit any minute," Steve says. "What do you have, Stark?"

"Working on a heat seal," he tells everyone.

"We don't have the time," Thor says, "Ultron is trying to get to the core. We need to make a choice."

"That's not a solution," Steve firmly says.

"There's no math here, Steve. Everyone up here versus everyone down there?"

"I'm not leaving this rock with one civilian on it," Steve doesn't budge.

"I'm not saying we should go," Natasha counters back, nodding her head back and forth as she considers something. "There are worse ways to go. Besides, where else am I going to get a view like this?"

"I have at least fifteen other places that have better views than this."

Natasha looks over to see you had shown up with a disapproving look on your face.

"I think we might have to settle," Natasha gives you a self-deprecating smile that shows all too much that this is the only way.

"I don't settle."

With that, another voice comes on the radio.

"Glad you think the view is nice, hopefully, you think this is much better," Fury comes in with a Helicarrier in view. "Nice, right? I pulled her out of the mothballs with a couple old friends. She's dusty, but she'll do."

"Fury, you son of a bitch!" Steve says with a smile.

"Ooh! You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Fury replies in teasing.

Natasha looks over to you, smiling as you come up to her.

"Did you know?" She asks, and you shrug, not wanting to tell her that you touched Tony.

"If Fury decided to show up at the farm with actually nothing else planned, I think we would have to vote him off the island," you offer instead.

"That's comforting," Fury sarcastically said.

"Anytime," you reply.

Within seconds, lifeboats are deployed, and everyone is helping with the evacuation.

"The odds aren't looking too great here," Thor interrupts. "The core is getting bombarded."

"Rhodey, get everyone on the Helicarrier!" Tony says as he flies towards Thor to help.

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"This is exactly what I wanted. All of you against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?"

"Like the old man said," Tony looks at Steve. "Together."

The bots begin to rush towards everyone, and you swallow.

"Wait, guys!" You hear David through the comms. "I...got it!"

Just like that, the bots stop dead in their tracks and power down before powering back up again.

This time, they turn their attention towards Ultron.

"Are you kidding me?" Ultron grumbles as the bots rush towards him, firing shots away that Ultron easily deflects.

Because The Vision burned him off the net, Ultron has no way of accessing the software David created to try to change the bots back to his side.

The Hulk rushes towards Ultron, punching him square in the chest and sending him flying miles away.

Everyone turns to look at each other as David blurs into the area with his laptop.

"I feel like we missed a very epic battle scene," Tony says, "like a defining moment in a movie."

"Oh, I'm sorry," David says sarcastically, "if you want, I can totally fix that for you."

"Nope, we're good," Steve says quickly. "We still need to get the stragglers, but if Ultron comes back to the core, we're doomed."

"I'll protect it," Wanda interjects, looking at you as she does. "There's no one better than me."

You nod as Clint looks at Nat.

"Nat, let's go," he nods outside. She looks at you, and you nod at her as it would be faster for you to find civilians on your own.

You look at David. "Alright, nerd, you're going with me. I think you had enough alone time for today."

"You are so ungrateful, oh my god."

"I love you," you smile.

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Tony is using the extra bots to help push the rock further into the sky. If they can get it into space, using the heat seal would cause the least amount of damage to Sokovia.

"I can't believe I'm going into space again," Tony mumbled, glad he had made the adjustments to his suit so it would be suitable to go into space better this time.

He had been prepared since the alien invasion.

"Maybe you chose the wrong career path and should've become an astronaut instead," you joke, getting a low chuckle in return.

You had run the perimeter with David, seeing that there were no civilians left.

Natasha volunteered to try to convince The Hulk to either change back or get his ass on the Helicarrier. You would've volunteered, but you don't think The Hulk would be happy to see you, and you can't keep biting the man to force him to change back either.

"I think I can hear a woman screaming," David mumbled. "I'll go check."

He takes off, and you are about to head back when you hear shots fired in the distance. You turn and speed over.

You felt your stomach dropping when you approach the scene. Everything seems to happen in slow motion.

Ultron in his jet, shooting down at Clint, who has a little boy in his arms. You turn your head to see Pietro.

He looks at you, giving you a smirk that feels all too familiar like it's his last one.

Pietro is a step faster than you, he probably always will be. But that doesn't stop you. You force yourself to run. Run faster. Run harder. The sheer amount of force causes a sickening crack in your legs, but you make it just in time.

Pietro only gets shot once through his stomach before you push him out of the way and cover Clint and the child.

The shooting stops as Ultron flies away.

The silence settles, and Clint looks up to see you standing straight before him. You've been shot all over, multiple times in multiple areas.

You suddenly puke up blood as you fall to your knees.

Pietro immediately gets up from the ground rushing over to you, catching you in his arms.

"Why did you do that?!" He yells at you, hands over your body, but he doesn't know which areas to stop the bleeding.

"You idiot," you tell him. "Can you heal from being shot? I don't think so."

Though you say that, the only thing that healed, even though rather slowly, was the crack in your leg.

"You're not healing," Clint says, his tone urgent. He looks at you as blood pours out. "Why aren't you healing?"

"She doesn't have enough blood in her system."

Clint turns over to see David, looking horrified. He kneels down, taking you from Pietro's arms.

"I told you, you fucking idiot, that we should've just taken more blood bags from the hospital," David scolds you.

"This is hardly the time for, 'I told you so,'" You reply weakly.

"Get the kid onto the boat," David looks at Clint and then looks at Pietro. "You need to go collect your sister. There are no more civilians, and we're reaching the stratosphere soon."

"What about--"

"I got this," David says as he bites into your neck. You hiss at the sudden pain. Clint and Pietro have more questions, but they do as David says and take off.

"You better pray to God that we make it back in time," David purses his lips as he pushes your sleeve up to bite in various places.

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The damage to Sokovia is still devastating. It's not entirely obliterated, and people will be able to rebuild their country.

The Hulk, unfortunately, had taken off on his own in stealth mode. He didn't want to be found.

It seems The Vision has taken care of completely destroying Ultron, taking this chapter to an end.

It's not the perfect ending, but it could be a lot worse.

There was only one problem left.

You were dying.

Or at least, on your way to either going completely feral for blood to help you heal or going to a deep slumber until you were fed.

Either one was on the table at this point.

"What do we do?" Natasha asks David sharply as they're still in the air being transported back.

They were on the Helicarrier in their own private section away from the people as they didn't know what you were going to do.

"I only temporarily closed her wounds to stop the bleeding," David tells everyone, explaining why he bit you earlier. He was injecting his healing venom. "Venom doesn't quite work the same way on vampires as it does on humans. She still has a lot of internal bleeding that won't stop, and the only thing that can stop it is if she drinks blood."

"We don't have any blood bags on here!" Steve says as he looks at you, full of worry.

"We could...we could cut and drain our own blood," Natasha looks at you before looking back at David. "She can drink the blood as long as she's not biting us, right?"

David purses his lips as if to consider it but then shakes his head. "She's too badly wounded, it won't be enough. Plus, none of you are in the state to lose any more blood, even if you guys all donate. I can heal your wounds, but I can't make your body produce more blood."

"Then what do we do?" Natasha wants to scream. She can't lose you. She just can't.

At that moment, Pietro and Wanda come in. Pietro can hardly stand up himself, so Wanda is supporting him. They had heard part of the conversation as they came in.

Pietro looks at you, face full of anguish because you're only like this because you saved him.

You're tense on the table, occasionally arching your back up in pain and need. David is holding you down by your arm in case you suddenly get a burst of energy and massacre everyone in this room for blood.

Wanda looks at you, jaw clenched.

The feeling of loss is threatening her on her doorstep. You had saved Pietro, God knows if she could survive to lose her only family.

But Wanda was not ready to let you go either.  

It has occurred to Wanda that outside of Pietro, the only person in this world that may understand her, believe in her, protect her, care for her...would be you.

There was something there, something undefined and frightening. Wanda was sure you felt it too with her, though ignoring it for Natasha.

David looked at Wanda. He knew that he shouldn't.

Yet before he could even stop himself, Wanda looks sharply over at him, catching his thoughts.

You would be entirely beyond pissed at him.

It would cause a whole new set of problems for everyone.

He was sure you would rather die.

But David wasn't willing to risk the chance of you going feral, which was almost guaranteed at this point, or your death.

He just wasn't.

"She can drink my blood," Wanda says, drawing everyone's attention. Wanda was the only person who hadn't sustained any significant damage or got shot. She could afford to lose blood.

"What?" Steve looks at David, who has his lips pursed.

"It would work, wouldn't it?" Wanda also looks at you, your eyes glowing a red she's all too familiar in seeing in herself. "It would be even better than drinking from a blood bag to feed directly from me."

Wanda doesn't fully understand what you are, or the concept of vampires, but she catches pieces here and there from everyone around the room.

And there's a feeling of intrigue and possession that flutters knowing that she was the only one you could drink blood from, aside from her brother.

Pietro grips his sister's arms tighter, torn because if you could drink her blood, you could drink his, but he was also in no shape to lose any more blood.

Wanda pats his arms to assure him she'll be fine. Pietro leans against the wall as Wanda comes closer to you.

"It...would, but..." David's eyes shift over to Natasha.

Natasha clenches her jaw.

The words about how feeding can be an incredibly intimate and private act come back to her.

It's not that Natasha is particularly jealous of Wanda in that way. She's more jealous that she can't do anything to help you herself.

Natasha can't muster the words out of her mouth, so she tersely nods.

With that, Wanda stands right next to your lying body on the bed.

"Everyone, stand back," David says, trying to keep you still, but it's like you can smell how close to feeding you are.

The burst of energy does come, but you use to break out of David's grip as you fling him across the room.

"Shit!" David yells, convinced that you're going to kill Wanda to drain her blood. He stands up, reading to try to fight you even though it would be a losing battle.

But he stops.

You merely stand before Wanda, her face in your hands as you tilt her head up to expose her neck.

You press your nose against her neck, taking a long inhale as you purr at the scent.

Wanda can hear alarm bells in her head that tell her you're a predator, and she's your prey, but she doesn't tremble. Instead, she brings her hands up to hold your wrists as if to keep them in place.

You chuckle throatily, attitude nothing like your usual self, "How brave."

Wanda swallows slowly, the action very visible as the muscles in her neck move.

"It was you who taught me that I could be a hero," she says quietly as if it's only for your ears.

The words seem to trigger something in you as you sink your teeth into her neck, a mouthful of blood rushing into you.

It's been too long, you almost forgot what it was like.

It was hot in your mouth, as fresh as it was.

You could feel a warm body being pressed you, hear a heart beating, and smell the arousal.

A deep moan left Wanda's mouth, unable to control it. A hot, liquid fire shot down to her lower stomach, pooling in her gut.

Wanda couldn't describe how it felt, what she was experiencing, but you were doing something to her as you drank from her, holding her close to you.

You suddenly lift her into the air, wrapping her legs around your waist as you blurred over to the drawer cabinet against the wall, pushing Wanda up on it roughly. Your hands held her possessively.

Wanda was pressed to the wall as she sat on the cabinet, her legs still wrapped against you tightly as she fisted her hand into the back of your hair.

Everyone watched in astonishment of the act, David biting on his tongue as he looked at Natasha, who had no expression on her face to indicate what she was feeling.

Blood was rushing into your mouth, and it was delicious, making you delirious, but that didn't stop you from realizing there was a crowd in the room watching you feed, watching Wanda unravel.

You released your mouth from her neck.

"Leave," you demanded lowly and roughly, hardly coherent before you resume sinking your teeth back into Wanda.

Natasha stared at you, you seemed lost in your own world as you fed, and Natasha knows that you are only like this due to how injured you are.

Still.

As everyone leaves the room, Natasha looks at the two of you once more. Wanda's hand is buried in your hair while she's arching into you.

As she exits the room, Natasha catches Wanda's eyes, staring at her intensely with an unknown meaning in them before her eyes flutter close just as the door shuts.

PART XI

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you do Kate Bishop x male!reader where y/n is the oldest son of Clint and Laura Barton. Unlike his family Clint and him weren't dusted. While Clint was Ronin, y/n was with the other Avengers. During the 5 years he meets Kate they became friends and they butt head on who's the better archer, and later on they began dating. The story sets in Hawkeye series where y/n was going to pick up Kate from her college and saw the clock tower being destroyed. Later when they went to New York Kate went to see her mom and y/n went to see his family in the Rogers play. When y/n was text Kate Clint grab his phone and saw his texts to a mysterious someone (doesn't meet Kate yet), he even saw dirty message between him and Kate and one where she calls him Daddy. When the news of some Ronin copy cat came up Clint and y/n went after them and found Kate.

Yeah sure, I can write this

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