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WHO I WRITE FOR: pretty much all the marvel women, resident evil women & hamilton og cast women shipped with fem and/or gender neutral reader.

WHAT I WILL WRITE: wlw, nblw, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc.

WHAT I WONT WRITE: pedophilia, ermm as of rn i don’t rly feel like writing smut anymore so womp womp, incest, bigoted behavior, ideals or beliefs, men, misogyny, dark, etc.

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[starkfastreads]

Sam Wilson Dating HC's? Please

Being part of the Avengers and meeting Sam through Steve

Steve being Sam’s “wingman”

“Hey Y/N.”

“Morning Steve.”

“So…you’re single right?”

“Um…”

“Oh, I’m asking for a friend.”

“Sam?”

“Pfff…what? No…yes.”

That’s when you learned that some secrets Steve can’t keep.

Sam is the small spoon even though he won’t admit it.

Not much PDA

But when you’re alone he’s all over you.

Forehead kisses when cuddling.

Being good friends with Bucky, so Sam and Bucky are “forced” to get along.

Being good friends with Natasha and Steve also.

Going on his morning runs with him and Steve.

Spending time with Sam’s sister Sarah and his nephews, and getting to know them.

[nony-bear]

Mission Birthday (Steve Oneshot)

This blog and ALL posts are for people 18 + ONLY.

Gif By: @zimski-vojnik // Dividers Found Here

Parings: Steve X Reader

Warnings: Kissing (I don’t know if that needs a warning but just incase.)  

Word Count: 1779

Summary: It’s your boyfriends birthday... the only problem is, he didn’t tell you. 

A/N: Hi everyone! I know it’s been a hot second since I���ve posted any actual writing, but I finally was able to write this request I got a while back! I think I like how it ended up turning out even though it’s on the shorter side for a oneshot, but anyways, I hope I did an okay job, and everyone likes it! As always, thank you all for your support and everything. You all are truly amazing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for everything. My inbox is always open and has anonymous mode available, so please feel free to drop in anytime about literally anything (even requests!) I’d love to hear from you all!

Sitting at the kitchen table at the Avengers compound, you sip your coffee carefully, trying not to burn your mouth but still get a taste of that magical caffeine. Nat is sitting across from filling out some mission reports while eating her breakfast, Bruce is next to her reading some physics thesis, and Bucky is over at the stove cooking up some eggs. While making himself some breakfast, Bucky chats with you about work and the weather and other normal stuff. The conversation is by no means awkward, but your brain is still waking up, not used to being up this early. Usually, after your boyfriend (and fellow avenger) Steveleaves in the morning for his workout session giving you a soft kiss goodbye, you fall right back to sleep. But this morning was different. No matter how hard you tossed and turned, you couldn’t sleep. There was this weird nagging feeling in the back of your head that you were missing something. Still, you were sure that you didn’t have any meetings except for a quick one this afternoon, and besides that, you had the day completely free. But you still couldn’t shake it, so instead, you got up and dragged yourself out into the common area.

“So, what are you and Steve doing tonight?” Bucky asks, walking over to the table with his plate in hand.

You shrug nonchalantly. “Not sure, probably just go catch fireworks somewhere. Why do you have plans?”

In the midst of hungrily shoveling the food in his mouth, he looks up at you, confused. “But it’s -”

You chuckle at him a little, looking shocked before answering the question for him. “Buck, I know it used to be really big when you and Steve were young, but usually people now only do like cookouts and fireworks. Independence Day just isn’t as big of a deal.”

“Oh my god, you don’t know…” He says, dropping the fork on the table making a clinking sound that causes Nat and Bruce to look up at him in just as much confusion as you.

With a nervous laugh, you look between him and the others. “What don’t I know?”

“Nope, nothing,” Buck announces, his demeanor changing suddenly, before standing up and walking back towards the counters in the kitchen.

You’re suddenly much more awake and quick on your feet, following after him. “You can’t just not tell me now!” You say, grabbing his arm lightly as if you could really ever actually restrain his movements.

“You obviously don’t know for a reason, so I’m not going to be the one that tells you.” He laughs, using his hand to push your head, and subsequently, your body away from him playfully.

“Nat! Bruce!” You whine, looking at them for help.

Bruce sighs, taking off his glasses. “You know she isn’t going to leave you alone until you tell her.”

Bucky huffs in annoyance, knowing how persistent you can be. “Okay fine, but you can’t tell him I told you…”

Your heart starts beating faster; you figured it was something about Steve, but now you’re worried, what if this is something serious. “I promise.” You tell him before taking a deep breath in.

“Today is Steve’s birthday.” He says cautiously.

“What?!” You, Nat, and Bruce all say at once.

Bucky puts down his plate and rubs his hands over his face frustratedly. “He’s going to kill me.”

“Not if I kill him first!” You say immediately. “I can believe he didn’t tell me! I’ve been trying to get it out of him for months! He said he didn’t want me trying to analyze his birth chart, said his mom thought that kind of stuff was for witches.” Bruce shrugs with a chuckle, and Nat swats him with her papers.

“Y/n, please, don’t make a big deal about today. Steve doesn’t like celebrating his birthday. He hates it, actually,” Bucky explains, glancing at the doorways worried Steve may walk in at any moment.

You shake your head and put your hands on your hips, confused. “But why? Obviously, the astrology thing wasn’t true.”

“I mean, that does sound like something his mom would have said, but still, Steve just doesn’t like being the center of attention, didn’t want you to go to the trouble probably.” Bucky shrugs. “Now, speaking of trouble… don’t get me in it.”

After talking to Bucky, you tried not to dwell on the fact that it is your boyfriend’s birthday, and you literally have nothing prepared. But that quickly proved to be impossible. So mission Birthday commenced.

You got yourself ready as quickly as possible to avoid Steve on his way back from the gym before his meetings and then ran out into town. You picked up everything you would need; decorations, food, some cupcakes, and of course, his gift. You had reserved this present for your anniversary, only three months away, but with this new information, you couldn’t help yourself.

Making sure to discreetly slip back into the compound after Steve had already left for his meetings and drop everything off before attending a meeting of your own. Thankfully it was short and sweet, and you were able to dash back to your shared suite in no time.

You set up everything perfectly. Simple blue streamers on the ceiling, a few silver balloons here and there, and his go-to order from his favorite take-out spot and cute little cupcakes from a local bakery presented nicely on the delicately set table, while the gift rests hidden in your bag for later.

Having a bit of time left, you put on one of his favorite records, lit some candles, and changed into one of his favorites of your dresses. You are finishing up fixing up your hair when you hear the jiggle of the knob on the front door.

“Uh, baby? Are you in there? Did you lock the door?” The confused man calls out to you from the other side of the door. Considering the Avengers Compound is one of the secure and safest places in the entire world, you tended to rarely keep the doors locked.

Giggling, you rush over and smooth your dress out one last time before unlocking the door and opening it slowly. “I’m sorry, I’m actually waiting for someone. Can I help you?” You tease him trying not to open the door too wide, and let him see in.

“What’s going on with you, my little minx? Let me in.” He chuckles, confused, trying to wrap a hand around your waist to move you.

You follow his lead and move to the side. Once he enters the room, you close the door before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso. “I know your secret.” You say softly, unable to contain your giddy smile.

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all of this…” He sighs, turning in your arms to get a better look at you. “You didn’t have to go to all the trouble just for me.”

You shake your head and frown. “Steve, it’s no trouble at all. I love you, and you deserve to be celebrated. I can’t believe you weren’t going to tell me.”

His features soften as he leans down and kisses you wiping the frown off your face. “I love you so much…. And thank you, I’m sorry for not telling you, even though I would have been just fine with leftovers and going to see the fireworks tonight.” He chuckles.

“Don’t worry, we’ll still go see the fireworks tonight still, but after dinner, now come eat.”

Steve and you talk over dinner, enjoying the quality time together, and him continually thanking you and telling you that you didn’t have to do all this for him.

After eating, you pull him out of his seat and head towards the garage. You ignore his repeated questions about where you are going, simply telling him to be patient. About fifteen minutes later, you pull over to the side of the road and get out of the car, Steve following closely behind.

Still asking you a million questions, you lead him out to a field where you can see a handful of people in the distance setting something up.

“Baby, what the hell are we doing out here?” He asks you, confused and starting to get nervous that you guys may be trespassing.

“Wanted you to have the best seats in the house.” You say, making Steve connect the dots that the men in the distance must be setting up the annual fireworks. “Now sit so I can give you your present.” You laugh, pulling him down to the grass with you.

“A present, really baby? I swear you really -”

“Didn’t have to do this, I know, I know.” You cut him off while pulling the small wrapped object out of your bag and handing it to him. “I wanted to. Steve, really, I love you; I couldn’t let your birthday be just another day. You deserve better than that.”

Steve stops trying to argue and leans forward, kissing your forehead lovingly before taking the gift from you. Carefully he unwraps the simple blue paper revealing the clear box containing an old dirty baseball with tiny letters scrawled across it in blue ink.

“I know how you always said you wish you could have played baseball as a kid and how you and bucky would always try to go catch foul balls at the Yankees games but never did. So I got one for you, even got the player you liked from all the way back then…” You explain nervously, hoping he’d like it as much as you thought he would.

“This is an amazing baby. I don’t even know what to say. Just thank you, so, so much.” He says, closely examining the ball until he looks up to you, pulling you in close for a hug and a kiss.

You smile at his happiness, proud that he liked the gift. “Happy Birthday, old man.” You giggle teasingly.

He chuckles, giving you an eye roll.“Can’t even be mad at you. You have made this the best birthday ever.”

Soon the two of you cuddle up close with your back against his front and his arms wrapped around you, leaning up against one of the trees bordering the field. Waiting for the fireworks to begin, a comfortable silence falls over you both while he presses soft kisses to your cheek, and you play with the fingers of his that is held by yours. And as you lie there together, Steve thinks of why exactly he didn’t like his birthday, but suddenly he can’t remember.

Taglist: @angrybirdcr // @cloudystevie // @dadplease // @doozywoozy // @patzammit // @selfcarecap // @steebsbabygirl​ // @velvetcardiganbucky​​ // @worksby-d​

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Taming of the Shrew

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3035

Summary: Peter has been in love with you from the day he set eyes on you. The only problem is, is that you’re not exactly the most approachable girl in school. Your fear of your own feelings starts to break down as Peter charms his way into your life. 

Notes: Since 10 Things I Hate About You is my favorite movie, I wanted to draw some inspiration from that. Hope you enjoy! (I’m actually really proud of the ending guys. If you’ve seen the movie, hopefully, it’ll sound familiar)

Marvel Masterlist

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He didn’t know what to make of you. In class, you voiced your opinions without a second thought, no matter how unpopular they were. You were unapologetically you, but you kept to yourself. You barely spoke to anyone unless you were arguing with them. It seemed that your only friend was Michelle. And he was completely head over heels for you. 

But, alas, you barely acknowledged his existence. Every time he’d pop up out of nowhere next to your locker, you put in your headphones and walked away. You sat alone at lunch, often reading or just listening to music. Peter found you absolutely fascinating, but Flash never missed an opportunity to make fun of you. 

“If it isn't the resident freak of Midtown Tech.” He mocked as you walked into biology. You ignored him, per usual and took your seat… next to Peter. 

“Just ignore him,” Peter whispered. “I do.”

“I can fight my own battles, Parker.” You snapped. 

“Hey, Y/N, did you take any creepy pictures lately? I heard the police are cracking down on that kind of thing.” Flash taunted. 

“I work on the yearbook, dickwad.” You retorted. 

“Miss Y/L/N, language.” Your teacher shook her head with disappointment as she walked in the room, conveniently missing all of Flash’s comments as usual. She began the lesson, which you hardly paid any attention to. You’d done all the homework the night before since this teacher tended to rant about her personal life instead of actually teaching. When class was over, you rushed out into the hall, but Peter was fast. 

“Hey, Y/N, this is going to sound stupid, but I was wondering-”

“If you don’t want a sarcastic answer, don’t ask a stupid question.” You said bluntly, but he just shrugged it off like usual and maintained his sunny expression.

“A group of us were planning to get together to study for the Biology final this weekend, and I was wondering if you would want to come along? It’ll be at the park, everyone is bringing snacks.” The nervous stutter in his voice was actually pretty adorable and your lips betrayed you by giving him a slight smile. 

“By everyone, do you mean you and Ned?” 

“No, actually.” He had a little skip in his step as he walked with you to your next class. “MJ said she’ll be there.” And if MJ was going, you’d be going. You did almost everything together since she was really your only friend, besides your cat Baymax of course. You blew out a breath. 

“Then count me in, Parker.” You were sure that if he smiled any bigger that his face would split in half. You jutted a finger at his chest and narrowed your eyes. “You better bring those cookies that your aunt makes.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve already got her making, like, four dozen.” He laughed. Great. Now he needed to ask Aunt May to make four dozen cookies by tomorrow. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the park then.” 

“Wait,” You groaned. “My dad will probably make me bring Becca. Is that okay?” He shrugged. 

“Yeah, sure.” Peter had never actually spoken to your younger sister. Becca was a super popular freshman who he had heard was really good at physics. He had also heard that she’d been hanging out with a kid named Joey. He made Flash look like Mr. Rogers. “She, uh, she won’t bring Joey with her will she?” 

“Uh, no.” You snorted. “You definitely don’t have to worry about that douche being anywhere near me.” 

“Great because he used to steal Ned’s lunch money, so there would be that drama and-”

“Parker.” 

“Yeah?”

“Run along.” 

“Okay.” 

-

Becca had gotten a ride home with one of her friends so you took the subway alone. You didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to listen to your music rather than listen to her blab about all of her popular friends. Especially Joey. You still shuddered at the thought of that creep trying to date your little sister. You wanted to tell her to stay away from him, but you knew that it would just make her do it even more. The two of you had been at odds for as long as you could remember. She was Miss Perky and you were the self-proclaimed shrew of the school. 

The station exit was a few blocks down from your apartment, allowing you to take in the sites of the city while the afternoon sun hung high overhead. It reminded you of when your mother would take you and Becca on little adventures, walking around New York like it was some new foreign world. That was before she left. You were too distracted by your music that you didn’t notice the hand reaching out of the ally to yank you in. 

There had been reports of a masked mugger in your neighborhood for a while now, but you never took it seriously. Maybe you should have. 

“Hel-” You started to scream, but he covered your mouth with his hand. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got, shall we?” He spoke in a tone that was clearly lower than his natural voice. Something about it sounded familiar, but you didn’t have time to process before a flash of red replaced the mugger. 

You took off running without a second thought. You sprinted towards your apartment building, but seven blocks seemed like miles. 

Spiderman webbed up the mugger before swinging down the street to catch up with you. He had seen a knife in the bad guy's hand so he was worried that you had been hurt. When the masked hero popped up in front of you, hanging upside down from a street light, he had to dodge the punch you almost landed to his face. 

“Woah, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He released the web and did a flip to land on his feet. “Your arm’s bleeding.” He reached out a hand to examine the cut, but you jerked away, the sudden sting shooting up your arm. You hadn’t even noticed. 

“I’m fine, Spider-boy.” You snapped. 

“It’s Spiderman,” He corrected under his breath. 

“Whatever. Can I go home now?” You pushed passed him, but he was persistent. 

“Here, let me help. Hey Karen, make a bandage web.” 

“Seriously, that isn’t-” He gently grabbed your arm before you could object. You should have shoved him away, but you didn’t. Why was your heart doing this weird fluttering thing? He pressed the webbing to the wound, making you wince slightly, but it actually felt really nice. 

Peter watched you watch him and he couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. He felt more confident in the mask. 

“Go ahead, Peter,” Karen said. 

“Can I walk you the rest of the way?” Spiderman asked. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed. 

“You’re kidding, right? Are you hitting on me?” 

“You know, most people would be a little more grateful after being saved by a superhero.” He argued, the playful tone in his voice sounding so familiar to you. He was right. He might have just saved your life. But you would never admit defeat, especially to some kid in glorified spandex. 

“Oh, you mean like this?” You smiled seductively and leaned in, reaching your fingers up to his mask. 

Peter’s breathing hitched. Was this really happening? Your hands suddenly moved from his mask and grasped his shoulders, giving you better momentum as you kneed him the crotch. He let out a groan and toppled back into a collection of trash cans. You walked into the apartment building before you could change your mind. 

“That went well.” Karen teased as Peter stood up, kind of waddling as he brushed off the dirt and trash. 

“I told you.” Even with his now sore groin, he was smiling. “She’s something.”

-

Central Park was crowded, but if you could find the right spot, it wasn’t so bad. You met up with MJ early to do just that, finding some benches away from all of the running children and obnoxious dog-walkers. 

“So he asked to walk you home?” MJ wondered. You had been telling her about the previous day's events and she was just very interested in the fact that you kneed Spiderman in the balls. 

“What a creep right?” You scoffed, trying to hide how you really felt. You’d be damned if you allowed yourself to have a crush on some egotistical masked vigilante. Michelle shrugged. 

“Doesn’t sound that bad.” 

“He could be some thirty-year-old pervert who lives in his mother’s basement!” You knew that much wasn’t true. His voice sounded too young and oh so familiar. 

“Sorry I’m late, but I didn’t want to be here.” Becca chimed with her sickly fake sweet tone. 

“You could just, I don’t know, get stuck in a tree or something.” You snapped back. She stuck out her tongue and changed her focus to her phone, taking a well-planned selfie while you and Michelle rolled your eyes in unison. 

“Here comes the dork squad,” MJ announced, watching Peter and Ned trek towards you with a large picnic basket between them. 

“Hey everyone.” Peter greeted, setting the basket down on the bench. His eyes darted towards you and quickly looked away. “I brought some drinks and some snacks, so take whatever you want.”

“I brought an extra book in case anyone forgot theirs,” Ned added, pulling the Biology books from his bag. Becca made a face. 

“You guys are actually studying?” 

“Uh, yeah?” Peter gave her a confused look. What else would they be doing? She scoffed. 

“I’m going to go find a magazine stand.” She sashayed away in her mini skirt, calling one of her clones probably to whine about you. You were about to say something, but Peter interrupted you, wanting to keep everyone’s moods up. 

“I was thinking we could do flashcards?” 

Studying actually went really well. You had been struggling with Biology and Peter’s charisma made learning a lot easier than your boring teacher’s lessons. Okay, it helped that you may have had the tiniest little crush on him. Not that you’d ever tell him that. Your ‘tough-bitch’ persona would be ruined. It had just been an hour or so when you saw him. Joey, leaning against a tree, leaning over your sister. 

“I’ll be back.” You told the group and stomped over to the pair. You shoved Joey away from Becca, steam practically coming out of your ears. 

“What the hell, Y/N!” Becca shrieked, but you ignored her. 

“Stay away from my sister, Joey.” You commanded. He just laughed. 

“You jealous, freak?” He took a step towards you, his disgusting gaze traveling up and down your body. “Because if you’ve changed your mind about us hooking up, I would be more than happy to oblige.” Your stomach twisted into a knot. 

“Y/N, what is he talking about?” 

“Nothing, Becca, he’s full of shit.” You hissed. The commotion had drawn the rest of the group over to you and you felt Peter’s hand gently touch your shoulder. 

“Everything okay?” His eyes and his voice were so sincere that you wanted to cry. You knew what Joey was doing and you didn’t want Peter anywhere near here. 

“Back off, Parker.” Joey snapped. His lips spread into a cruel smirk, looking back at you. “You weren’t saying that last month at Flash’s party. I believe it was something like,” he moved his hips back and forth, mockingly moaning in a higher voice, “Yes Joey. Like that Joey. You’re so good at this…” 

“Y/N?” Now it was MJ sounding confused. 

“Shut. Up.” You growled, pushing Joey again. He grabbed your wrists. 

“Just like old times, right?” He sneered. “Freshman year, you couldn’t get enough of me.” 

“Leave her alone.” Peter appeared beside you. You’d never seen him angry before, but he looked ready to tear Joey apart. 

“I can handle this, Peter.” You ripped your hands away, still feeling his revolting touch. He was relentless. 

“Wouldn’t you like to, you little bitch!” His smug smile was broken by Peter’s fist colliding with his face. Becca screamed and you jumped back, Michelle catching you before you could fall. 

“Peter!” You screamed, watching the two in a whirlwind of punches. “Peter, stop!” Joey was nearly six inches taller than him and he had muscle built up from his years of doing football. Yet somehow, it seemed like Peter was winning. When the two seemed to have an equal share of cuts and bruises, Peter shoved Joey away. 

“Now get out of here.” He commanded. Joey gave Becca one last wink before running off. 

“What the hell, Peter?” You snapped. Without another word, you and MJ walked away, Becca shuffling along after you. Peter just stood there, dumbfounded. 

“Your lip’s bleeding,” Ned said in awe. Peter shook his head, watching your retreating back, shoulders hunched forward with humiliation. 

“Not now Ned.” 

-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Becca asked. Her usual brattiness was gone and her voice held the sincerity of a concerned sister. 

“Because I never wanted to remember it.” You sniffed. You’d been crying for the past hour. You felt so stupid. The worst part was that all of it was true. You and Joey had been an item freshman year and he was, unfortunately, your first time. “We were only together for about a month… when mom left.” Becca put a hand on top of yours. 

“And Flash’s party?” She grimaced. You nodded, an ashamed tear falling down your cheek. 

“That was the result of a surge of teenage rebellion and way too much tequila.” You held up your pinky. “Promise me you will never let alcohol make any decisions for you ever.” She laughed and hooked her pinky with yours. 

“I promise.”

A sudden knock on your window made you both jump. Outside, was none other than Spiderman. Becca could hardly contain her excitement as she leaped off of your bed and moved to unlatch the lock.

“Don’t let him in here!” You exclaimed. 

“It’s Spiderman, of course, I’m letting him in.” She undid the lock and pushed up the window, allowing him to slip inside. 

“Thanks.” He nodded, trying to lean casually against the wall. “Can I, uh, talk to Y/N?” She looked at you with wide eyes and a huge grin. 

“Don’t you-” You started, but she was already out the door. 

“I came to check up on that cut.” He lied. There was that voice again. 

“Don’t move.” You commanded, walking up to him. It was time to see if your suspicions were right. You lifted your fingers up to his mask, feeling for his lips. You hit a certain spot and he winced. Bingo. “Peter?” His heart pounded. 

“What? No. I’m not Peter. I-” You raised a brow and he knew that it was no use. Hesitantly, he took off the mask. His lip was split in the corner and a bruise had started to form on his right cheek. 

“Jesus, Peter.” You were more phased by his injuries than his secret identity. “Why the hell would you do something so stupid?” He just shrugged. 

“I couldn’t listen to him to talk to you like that.” 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying not to look him in the eye. Those big brown puppy dog eyes that held nothing but total admiration for you even after everything he heard. 

“You probably don’t think much of me anymore.” You wiped your face with your sleeve. “Everything that Joe said was true.” 

“Y/N.” Peter sighed. He took a step towards you and when you didn’t retreat, he put his hands on your arms. “I don’t care about what Joey said. I care about that spit-fire girl who wasn’t afraid to kick a superhero in the crotch.” You laughed. Despite everything, he could still make you laugh. His adorable smile turned sheepish. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Y/N. Really really liked you. Got-my-aunt-t- make-four-dozen-cookies, liked you.” He held up a box in his hand. “Which I brought, by the way.” 

Just like that, your tough girl exterior faded. 

“I like you too.” Cautiously, you put a hand on his cheek and brought his lips to yours. Peter’s heart soared and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. 

“You are not going to bel-” Becca burst into the room and gasped. Peter tried to hide his face behind you, but she’d already seen him. “Oh hey, Peter.” She only seemed slightly surprised. It was always the geeky ones. She closed the door behind her, a mix of excitement and mischief in her expression. “Good, I can show this to you too.” She pulled up an article on her phone. “The neighborhood masked-mugger… is Joey.” You snatched the phone from her hand. 

“No. Way.” Sure enough, the article listed the details of his arrest. Apparently, after his fight with Peter, Joey went on a spree and messed with the wrong woman. He got pepper-sprayed and was apprehended soon after. 

“That’s crazy.” Peter blew out a breath. Becca smirked and took back her phone. 

“I’ll let you two get back to it.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and backed out of your room. 

“So I guess me kicking his ass helped get him caught,” Peter said with a hint of cockiness. 

“I’m still pissed at you.” You put your hands on your hips. He pouted, holding up the box of baked goods.

“But I brought you cookies.” You laughed, taking one out of the box, it’s gooey center melting in your mouth.  

“Okay, but you can’t just bring me cookies every time you piss me off.” You pointed out, moving to the other side of your room, taking the box for yourself. He shot a web out of his wrist and it latched onto your hand. 

“I know, but there’s always,” He tugged on the web, pulling you closer, “cakes,” closer, “pies,” closer, “and maybe, one day…” You were pressed against him now, grinning from his silly antics. “Muffins.” You shook your head, but your lips collided without hesitation for another perfect kiss.

I want you to want me….

[ptersparkers]

Hey love, could you do one where may need spiderman to swing by and help her with smth or cuz she forgot smth important and that when Peter meets the reader. She's volunteering at May's job (like happy is in ffh) and he's awestruck by her so he starts making up dumb excuses to visit may (as Peter) just to see the reader and maybe someday ask her out but always gets nervous and maybe one day he gets enough courage to do it or maybe she asks him out herself or maybe even may helps a little

far from home spoilers below! also this was such a cute request.

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“Peter, I need you to bring me the flyers because I forgot them on the counter,” May said through her phone.

“Why can’t Happy do it? Wait, don’t answer that. I’ll come over.”

May smiled when she heard him close the door and pictured him walking on his way before putting her phone in her back pocket. You stood at your makeshift desk, organizing different posters and other important documents that needed to be filed.

“Boys,” May muttered. “Can’t trust ‘em, can you?” she asked you hypothetically.

You laughed. “Oh no, I’m not falling for that. You chewed out the last guy who said anything bad about Peter.”

“Well, that was before he knew he was my nephew. But he deserved it.”

You closed the filing cabinet and dusted your hands, looking at May.

“Anything else you need me to do?”

“Nothing for now,” she said as she put her hair in a ponytail. “You can take your lunch early and if everything goes as planned, you can go home early too.”

“Great! I’m just gonna be in the kitchen heating up my lunch.”

You left and not a moment later, Peter came running to the office space, panting, and pulled the flyers from his backpack which he set on a table.

“Out of all the things you could’ve forgotten,” he said, huffing. “C’mon, May. I’m important.”

May laughed at Peter’s joke and put the flyers in a bin to be put up later.

“You are important,” May said, giving Peter a loving hug.

“Hey, May? Did you take home the sriracha or did I just misplace it?” you asked, founding the corner.

Peter was speechless you looked between him and May before cocking your head to the side.

“I took it home,” she said, scrunching her nose. “Sorry, Y/N. But this is Peter and I think it’s about time the two of you met.”

“Oh, so you’re Peter,” you said with a slow nod.

“W-What’s that supposed fo mean?”

You chuckled to yourself when you remembered all the embarrassing stories May had told you over the past few weeks but shook your head and stuck your hand out.

“Nothing. May just loves you a lot and likes to tell stories. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he said, his mouth feeling suddenly dry.

“Catch you guys later?” you said before leaving.

Peter watched as you walked away and May already have a knowing smirk on her face. If anyone were to date her beloved nephew, she would’ve chosen you.

So in the next few weeks, Peter would take something out of May’s car that she needed the next day. At first, May just assumed she had forgotten something again and accredited that to forgetting her glasses when she packed. But she became suspicious when it happened too often and realized Peter was the messing with her just to see you. She let it slide and even helped him out by purposely leaving something behind just so she could call him for help.

Each time, he would stay a little longer. He found it ironic that he helped spread the good name of Spider-Man while he was Spider-Man, but he did it just to spend some more time with you. It wasn’t until May “accidentally” locked you in a closet that locked from the outside that Peter confessed he just wanted an excuse to see you.

You smiled knowingly at May’s antics, but loved the boy in front of you and his match-maker aunt nonetheless.

[lostnerdouttime]

Thor: “Are you free afterwards? Do you want to grab something to drink?”

You: “You know.. I have already plans sorry.”

Thor: “So maybe tomorrow night?”

Tony: “Can you please stop the flirting? Some are trying to work here!”

[whirlybirbs]

the prompt "don't you dare touch her," with protective!loki? 👉👈

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE  |  the perfect storm

summary: roxxcart brings the end of the world as we know it.

pairing: loki / f!reader

a/n: we're officially caught up to the next episode, all ready for tomorrow. i'm betting on some signature loki chaos,, also maybe some time crimes. this was a particularly fun drabble to write - especially within the context of reader/lady loki. this gif is by @chrishemsworht from this stunning set!

[   MASTERPOST   ]

Ever since you were a kid, you've never liked storms.

Thunder, lightning, wind... Everything that came on the wing of a storm scared you — after all, there was no controlling it. At the very best, you could board yourself up and wait it out, hoping Mother Nature's rage wasn't enough to wash you away this time.

You respected nature.

But this?

This terrifies you.

Going into this, you knew it was a Class Ten Apocalypse. You knew that after the storm made landfall, over ten thousand people would die. You knew this category eight hurricane would completely devour this working town whole — but, when you step through that portal, it dawns on you just how horrifying the destruction will be.

It's like being thrown into a river of ice. The rain leaves welts on your skin. Somewhere in the distance, a transformers blows and lights the sky up green.

Roxxcart stands there in the wake of the storm — a shining beacon of hope — glowing blue in the night. The evacuation buses line the curb, and you watch others flee to the makeshift shelter.

Your arrival goes unnoticed.

The crackle of downed power lines serves as a backdrop to B-15 hollering over the wind.

"Move out!"

Loki can't help but be reminded of his brother.

You notice. Swallowed up by your raincoat, you match his strides as he eyes the sky. You both share a half-worried look, soaked already from the torrential rain.

Inside Roxxcart, store-turned-shelter does little to quell your fear. The power flickers the moment the gaggle of TVA affiliates step through the swinging doors. They rattle on their frames, and rain laps at the rug on the floor.

The store is eerily empty.

Somewhere, in the depths of the back storage room, a baby wails.

You shiver and pull down your hood. Huffing, you spare Loki a miserable look. This rain jacket did very little to keep you dry. Now, it's just clinging to your skin.

Water runs off the tip of your nose and you're about to push a sopping tangle of storm-mussed hair out of your face when, behind you, a shimmer of emerald light ripples across Loki's figure.

You do a double take.

Loki is dry.

"What the hell was that?"

"That was me," Loki snarks at the Hunter, "Using magic. To dry my clothes... So I don't announce myself with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you!"

You shiver again and try to shake off some of the water. "Lucky you."

Then, Loki reaches and prods your shoulder. Suddenly, like a ripple of goosebumps, the cold gives way to warmth and... you're dry.

You blink.

Loki averts your mystified gaze.

"You're welcome."

It had felt feather light. Like a warm breeze against bare skin.

Overhead, the thunder roars. Like a hungry lioness, the hurricane has taken another bite of the mainland and with it goes most of the center power. As if on cue, Roxxcart is plunged into the half-lit glow of emergency generators that hum angrily somewhere outside.

"Take both teams and sweep the storm shelter."

"Yes ma'am."

"Loki, Doc and I are going to check out the Greenhouse, we'll meet back at the show room—"

"No."

Mobius freezes. "No?"

"You and the Doctor go with D-90. Loki stays with me."

You can see a flash of anger ignite in Mobius' gaze. Loki turns to catch your worried look thrown his way — and he can't help but mirror it. The idea of being split up isn't exactly appealing to him.

"What are you... He's under my supervision."

"This is my field op, Mobius. If he's not a threat, it won't be a problem—"

"Of course he's a threat, they both are. Do you not remember when they got here? The Time Theater?"

"Mobius—" Loki is quickly talked over.

The argument continues, all while you try to pipe up. "Guys—"

"You are more than welcome to go back to the TVA and litigate with Renslayer, but right now—"

"—We're here. We're not going back. The Variant is here."

"Mobius," Loki urges, waving a hand at the man, "It's fine. It's fine."

His tone is unusually soft.

"You can trust me," he says to the Agent before turning to the Hunter across from him, "I understand I have to earn that, so, I will."

Outside, the wind howls.

Mobius and Loki share a look.

You have to laugh when Mobius finally speaks. "Why is it the people you can't trust are always saying, 'trust me'?"

Loki rolls his jaw in slight offense.

With that, it's settled. As you begin to follow Mobius off as the agent gets one last dig on Hunter B-15, you call out to Loki. He can see the traces of a smirk.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

He offers a slightly nervous smirk back.

"See you on the other side, Doctor."

The group splits up.

You jog to catch up to Mobius and the other Hunters, ignoring the strobed whir of the power surging overhead. You've never seen a storm like this in your whole life. The wind outside rattles the doors beyond the register and you toss a nervous look of your shoulder. Anxiety bites at your skin. Pinpricks light up your hands as you remember that the Variant is here.

Suddenly, you feel like you're being watched.

You stick to Mobius' side as the group fans out through the greenhouse — and through double-doors leading to a larger, outdoor section, you see twisted and mangled shelves burying shattered planters. Debris block the door. It opens and shuts meagerly on air.

"Something doesn't feel right."

Mobius watches you from the corner of his eye, flashlight raised as they move towards the back of the warehouse. "Why?"

"I don't know," you say quietly, mostly to yourself, "Maybe it's just the storm. I can't put my finger on it."

You duck under the rubber seal strips hanging from the doorway.

The sight of the makeshift storm shelter does little to tamp down your uneasiness. It's a claustrophobic nightmare. Inside the back room, families are piled in tightly. Their belongings and children are held close — and your heart drops at the realization that all of these people will die. Every single one.

And the Variant knows it.

"For the past hour we've seen winds intensifying—" cries the hand-crank radio at the edge of the room, hailing updates from the local weather service.

You swallow down a roll of worry.

You don't want to be here when the worse of the storm makes landfall.

Hunter D-90 gives an order to check bags for the reset charges when a man in the back ambles up, staggering towards you and Mobius.

"You guys FEMA? National Guard?"

You feel Mobius stiffen beside you. The man is desperate, you can tell, by his plead for some sort of transportation out of this place — and you wince when Mobius turns him down.

Snuffed out the hope in his eyes like that.

"Well how th' heck d'you get here?"

Then, D-90 roughly shoves the man back.

You're snapping out a sharp bark of a demand before you even realize it. "Stop it."

D-90 turns on his heel. He pins you with a gaze that should have been intimidating. But, frankly, your anger is the brightest thing in this room right now. Maybe the Hunter sees it, maybe he doesn't. But, when Mobius steps up and presses a hand to the armor across his chest, the staring contest is broken.

"What are you doing?" he says, roughing him slightly by the shoulder, "These people are scared."

"They're about to die," drawls the Hunter, "They should be scared—"

"Fuck off—"

"Doc, take a walk."

Mobius points to the doorway. You bite your tongue, shift from foot to foot, then begrudgingly obey.

Then, in the dark of the greenhouse aisle, you hear him.

It's Loki.

He's... talking?

"Enough with your games, I've been trying to help you—"

Then, another voice.

It's not Hunter B-15.

Moving quickly through the aisles, you duck and weave through the electrical section. It's hard to see anything in the dim light of the Roxxcart, and you're hesitant with every step you take. Above you, the building creaks with a mournful wail.

"Loki?" you whisper, "Where are you?"

The God's eyes widen.

Across from him, standing amidst the grocery aisle, Randy stills.

Behind the sales associate you emerge, swallowed by darkness.

Your expression is confused.

"Doctor—"

The associate turns. You tilt your head.

The man smiles.

"Well, well, well. Does she know about your little plan, then?" he jokes as he sways his arms, "I'm sure she'd be terribly proud of you, Loki."

The God blanches.

You feel your blood run cold. "...Plan? Loki, what's... What's going on?"

The man before you has a name-tag that glows bright orange, but it doesn't matter. He isn't Randy. No, as you stand here and look, it dawns on you; you've seen that smirk before. But, this one is different. It's maliciously threatening; laden with danger. Like wolves' teeth.

The man stalks towards you, then stops just short.

You hold your ground. "Loki, who the hell is this?"

Then, the man reaches out.

"Shame, you don't recognize me, love?"

Loki's snarl startles the both of you.

"Don't you dare touch her."

Randy's eyes flash green. "...Isn't that quaint?"

Then, the expression in the man's eyes softens. His voice is quiet. His hand reaches to press a crooked finger to your cheek. The gesture is gentle, caring. Affectionate.

"You're younger than I remember."

As Loki rears up on Randy, the associate crumples at your feet.

You jump, blinking wildly.

Loki's voice is rushed. "You're alright?"

Then, before you can even reply, there's a root planted on the God's ribs and a man following through — the kick sends Loki sliding to the ground with a rush of pained air. He desperately gasps for air as you stagger backwards.

"I miss Randy."

Then, another kick.

You yelp, scrambling to rush to Loki's side — but this bigger man moves to swing you into a crushing embrace. You wiggle, back to his chest, and grunt; he smells like chewing tobacco and beer. You hiss in pain at the tightness of his grip.

"I really don't want to hurt you, my love," he laughs, "Let me handle this, will you?"

"Don't — egh — call me," you wind your head forward, then snap it back right into the man's nose, "Your love!"

With a pained scream, you're flung across the aisle. Your back connects with the shelving and down comes a rain of Instapots. If you weren't so concerned about the current state of affairs, maybe you would have been interested to know that Instapots had survived until 2050. But, honestly? You're trying to muddle your way through what feels like a concussion.

The room rolls on it's axises.

"Thank you for helping me stall for time," comes the snide drawl of the man pacing towards Loki, now trailed by the drops of blood running from his nose, "You really do love to hear yourself talk."

"You're the first person to tell me that—"

You watch as you try to push yourself up as Loki is skidded across the floor.

What ensues feels like the world largest waste of magical powers — and you finally scramble upwards to see Loki be thrown, once again, but this time through a display with a loud clatter. You gawk, gasping as the man turns. His gaze is now on you.

"Really, darling, you're settling for the wrong one."

The rage never comes down upon you — instead, you're able to rush by and skid to Loki's side. You swat away the little, yellow, yapping dogs and grip the lapels of his jacket. He blinks up at you, rolls his jaw and inhales sharply. You look him over.

"You alright?" you ask, breathless.

"Oh, just lovely."

"C'mon, get up."

You help him, hands tangled with his as he leans on your for support; but once the God has staggered to full-height, it seems as if it's a matter of pride that has come to be settled. It's like someone has snapped their fingers. His coyness is traded in for a viper-sharp sneer — vengeful spite colors him entirely.

The shift in his anger is startling.

He starts towards the crouched man at the end of the aisle.

"What do you want from me?" comes a hellish bark, accompanied by the crisp click of his dress shoes against the tile; outside, thunder roars. A flash of lightning ignites blue along the windows, "What is this about?"

"Loki—" you call after him, stopping in your tracks as the man stands.

"Brace yourselves."

His shoulders begin to quake as he laughs, and you quickly rush to Loki's side — the blood smeared smile of the man fades as his consciousness does. Like the one from before, this vessel collapses in a heap on the tile floor.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

W̷̤̄Ḧ̸̹A̶͙͂T̷̯̀ ̴̮͂Ḯ̷͓S̸͈͝ ̶̭̕Ṫ̷̯Ḧ̴̲́I̵̦̕S̵͍̃ ̶̎ͅĂ̶̧B̴̠͑Ȏ̷̪U̶͈͠T̶̼͋?̸̻̕

The sound crackles into a near inaudible growl — and when the two of your turn to face the source of the noise, you're greeted by a figure bathed in shadow.

Your heart stops.

The figure steps forwards, fingers electric with the same green energy that had kissed your skin minutes ago, and pulls their hood down.

The woman standing there is not what you expected.

"This isn't about you."

Then, as the whole warehouse is plunged into all consuming black, the hiss and spit of a hundred or more reset charges begins like a wave on a shore — the metallic sigh that follows mingles with the tell tale warble of a Time Door.

Loki watches in horror as suddenly, the ignited light from the charges disappear one by one into the gilded, fogged portals.

You can't move. No, because while the world falls apart around you, this Variant has taken your face into her hands — the look she spares through the chaos is soft; it hurt feels like she's reached into your heart and wrapped a fist around your heartstrings.

Then, like she reminds herself of where she is, she snaps out of it.

The moment her fingers leave your cheek, the warehouse is drenched in red light. Over head, the storm rages. Wind roars, and the rain sounds more like sheets of gunfire.

Lightning flashes, the red dissipates.

Then, she disappears through the warbling portal.

You can hear Mobius somewhere, calling your names, but in that moment it's only you and Loki, sharing troubled looks over what to do next — and trust.

You take his hand. Loki looks over his shoulder at Mobius.

"Loki, Doc! Wait! Wait!"

Then, you both disappear through the door, gone before Mobius can even reach for you.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Steven Grant x Listener SFW We’ve Got You [M4A] [Nightmare comfort] [Sleep aid]

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[theconstantsidekick]

Captain America: Civil War (ft. Static) Masterlist

This series is now complete.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst, angst and some more angst. Also, some politics that the movie should have covered but didn't.

Summary: The events of Captain America: Civil War happen but Tony’s sister, y/n (codename—Static) stands in the eye of the storm, with her brother on one side, and her boyfriend on the other.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Canon Typical Violence.

a/n: read Age of Ultron (ft. Static) to get a better backstory. Highly recommended. Makes the jokes funnier.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Find other works in this same universe—

Static Verse Masterlist (main masterlist)

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Meeting A different multi verse version of your husband Dr Strange.

SPOILERS OF the new Dr. Stranger into the madness !! if you haven’t watched Don’t read this. it will spoil it)) 

When you first met Strange, you were just out of university, you were a trust fund Kid and you knew the only way to keep your lifestyle was to marry some Rich idiot and just enjoy your life and you were told you had to Go to school to keep your allowance so you choose Literature just to shut up your parents. Not think you would actually enjoy it.- it was your celebration with friends that you met Strange back then he was just a hot Doctor. which you shamefully / Not Shamefully had him in the bathroom of the bar, then again in the Alley, and a third time in his apartment. it was supposed to be a Hot Fling. but then the blimp happened. and He disappeared, and Everyone you loved disappeared. and your money disappeared and you ended up getting a job at your old private school as an English teacher. they were desperate. Losing Everything and having to learn about budgets. you use to Shop to waste time Now you activity coupon to buy a decent meal.. and honestly, you liked Couponing. you saved So much money! And you loved knowing everything you have you spent hours working for. it wasn’t just handed to you. and it was nice.  you Missed everyone but you had to survive. 

then they all Came back. your parents were horrified at your living conditions and basically dragged you back to their penthouse that they no longer owned. they ended up moving into your one-room apartment until things were figured then you saw Dr. Strange on tv. and you learned about a parade they were having for the avengers. 

you went to see Strange. and the rest of them. New York shut down and everyone went to cheer for them. seeing his Red cloak you noticed it at his apartment it was moving on his own but you were far too distracted by his hands to pay much attention to a flying cloak. 

But it noticed you and flew over to you grabbing you and bringing you onto the float as Strange noticed you instantly. “Y/n?” 

“Hey.. sorry- ugh your Cloak.” 

he chuckled as you spoke, “After you did, you want to get drinks to catch up?” he said sure as you gave him the address as you jumped off. 

you half expected him to Not show up, but he did and you chatted- you didn’t ask about the battle everyone who was everyone was asking him about him. and you got the jiffs’ if he wanted to talk about it you would but you didn’t want to pressure him. “How are you doing? after all that? I mean you- what you went thru is a lot?” 

he looked at you breathing deeply, “None of this feels real.” 

Something about him made you lose your morals and common sense. again. you ended up having sex. this time almost in the uber that was taking you to his new place. after that, you both just fell in love. 

Christine was a factor in your happy little life. he was still in love with her, and you could understand. he was ten years older, they had more in common but whenever you felt insecure about loving him, he would wrap his arms around you and go into detail about every little thing he loved about you. and you just had to accept a part of his heart belonged to Christene always. but he chooses you. She even reassured you. that Stephen could Never commit to her. but with you. he feel hard, fast, and was still falling in love with you. 

you were at the temple learning to use magic.- Learning being the word. it was more that you were doing the motions and once in a while a spark would appear. but you were hopeless at it. but it was then that you heard about a monster that attacked and killed your husband. you were heartbroken as you were taken to see him.  Christine was there as a group of heroes told her they wanted her to work on learning about Multi verses. and that it was your husband’s wish. 

of course, she did it. as you were asked to help her. which you agreed. 

two years. went by without anything exciting. you were sitting at a desk, and your tasks are done for the day. the strangest thing happened you became friends with your husband’s second love. (you call her second since he married you. he never married her) 

“would you do it?” 

you asked biting into your yogurt. Christine chuckled as she shook her head, “No!” 

A topic came up today in the Labs, which you were the assistant you just gave coffee and helped get lunches.. your job wasn’t serious but you think Stephen asked you here to help Christine. today’s random topic in the lab was “would you sleep with yourself” if a different version of you appeared. 

��but it just is an elevated Masturbation. measure- a Verison of yourself who knows All your Spots and favorite moves.?” 

She laughed loudly as you wiggled your eyebrows as she chuckled, “you would?” you nodded your head as the guards came in with Stephen and a Kid. you jumped off the desk as Christine instantly got them into a glass container. to contain them in case they had devices that we didn’t have. or if he was Evil. you looked at the kid.. “you think this Stephen had a kid? does she look like you?” 

you looked at the kid, if she was his daughter she did Not have Christine as a mom. you looked at Christine as you spoke, “let me talk to him.” 

“he isn’t our Stephen- your Stephen.” 

“Ours” you corrected her quickly as you crouched down looking at the passed-out man. “man I forgot how handsome he is.” 

with that, you were asked out of the Lab so she could get to work. without distraction. A few hours later you had meals for the new guests. burgers and fries with drinks. 

After your husband died you worked harder on your training and you were now a master of the arts. you got the food in the cages. as the girl thanked you as you walked to see Stephen looking at Christine part of you was gutted. but once he looked at you. you expected that he would have looked at you like yours did. with the big eyes and the big smile, he always had with you. but he just. glanced at you looking at Christine. you got his food inside his cage as he said thanks as you looked at him. “Damn-.” you couldn’t think of anything else to say you just shook your head and walked over giving the drink to Christine you bought her as she spoke, “He isn’t our Stephen- don’t take anything he says personally.” 

‘Says the girl that he has in his life in his universe.” 

she sighed heavily rubbing your arm as Strange asked who you are. 

“your Wife- well this universe’s Dr. Strange’s wife.” 

His jaw dropped as you looked at this version a bit closer. he looked identical to your husband. but- he wasn’t the version of him you remembered.. he was before you- the sad but making it Stranger - you looked at him as you spoke, “you never seen me before?” 

“No Sorry.” 

you nodded your head as you spoke, ‘no wonder why you look so Sad...” you added looking at Christine as you spoke, “Be Nice.” 

you walked over to the kid asking if she was alright as she said she wanted to be let out as you Apologize. to hear the faint voice in your mind. “come to the council room please Mrs. Strange” Charles. you said bye walking off. thankful for the excuse. 

a few hours later you returned and you asked what the kid wanted to eat. as Strange was staring at you. you could feel his eyes piercing you as he spoke, ‘we don’t have time for this!” 

“What you want me to do Stephen? free you? Risk Everything For a half version of my husband? who- doesn’t even remember me. or Know me.. look- I’m not a scientist Or a doctor. IM out of my depts already”

“What did I get you pregnant and I married you? your just- you don seem like my type?” 

you turned to him as you spoke, “well you certainly did give it the old college try Oldtimer.” he looked at you annoyed. at least you knew one thing about this version. eh ALSO hated being called an Oldtimer. 

“the kid’s life is in danger!” 

“How did you meet him? Strange?” the girl asked as you smiled weakly, “I was graduating, celebrating with my friends and I saw him. at the bar drinking, he just learned Christine was engaged. and he was feeling low. and I was feeling low about having to accept a marriage offer to keep my money. trust fund kid- anyways.. we had-” you looked at her as you spoke, “we played cards... a lot.. after that we saw each other again and it just happened. falling in love it happened so fast I was hit by a train. and when my parents learned they wanted me to end it because he wasn’t the ‘right” sort of guy for me. they wanted me to use him to get to tony stark.. but I refused and they cut me off- they weren’t expecting me to say that’s okay. and Stephen proposed to me on that day.” 

‘what about Christine?” the kid asked as you smiled weakly, ‘I know I could never compare to her- Hell I would choose her also but he use to say. I could never compare to her because I was in an entirely different field park that he never expected to love me. or to love some fiercely.. he wasn’t willing to give up anything for Christine.. with me. he would give up being a hero if I asked. plus the - Card games.. were great.” the kid rolled her eyes knowing what you meant as Stephen spoke up, ‘that- I could never get over Her. I’m sorry..” 

you walked over looking up at him as you smiled, “your version here.. my Stephen. loved her.. but he loved me more. and maybe you wouldn’t be unhappy if you accepted the facts.” 

you walked off. you barely got a few feet before the guards went and grabbed him. you reached out grabbing his arm making the robotics stop as you grabbed his hand squeezing it. “when you get home. Find me... because my version of Strange and what you are.. the only difference between the two.. he died Happily. he was full of love and was always happy.. he didn’t have those sad eyes that you have. not since I joined his life. plus the sex. is great.” he grinned weakly saying okay as the guards took him away. 

the Scarlett witch appeared soon after as you were fighting to stop her from attacking the kids. as you looked seeing your friends were all dead as Stephen appeared as you smiled weakly looking at her, ‘i Get it wanda. I get what you’re doing.” she stopped her assault at that as you took a deep breath. you weren’t a great fighter. you weren’t your husband. you only learned so you could portal. you looked at Stephen as you spoke, “I was tempted... After my husband died.. to do what your doing.. go into a different universe. and take him.. any version of him is better than just.. feeling this emptiness. I dream of him and it took a long time before the nightmare of waking up didn’t hurt.” 

she was quiet as you stepped over, “I never had kids... we wanted them but we never got blessed... but how much bloodshed are you willing to get to them? Wanda- your heart. I can feel how broken it is- Before you kill me.. can I say something too Strange..” 

she looked uncomfortable as you turned to him, “I didn’t get to say goodbye to my Stephen.. but- I love you. I loved how you loved so fiercely and I never felt insecure about Christine. If I didn’t love you so much I would have shipped you too. My life.. was pointless until I met you- you were my air... and I haven’t been able to breathe since you died. My Love is gone.. my Air is gone.. and I can’t- I’m not an expert fighter. I Only learned magic so I could portal to your place. it was cheaper than a cab.. and I wanted to take the cloak and fly around-I only had you for a short time. but you filled me with a lifetime of memories. and you- you have to find me in your world. I didn’t just make you happy.. you made me a better person..” 

you quickly went to stab Wanda while she was distracted but she caught you and flung you into a stone spear. 

you didn’t survive but your sacrifice gave him enough time to get the kid and Runoff. when the battle with Wanda was done and Stephen found himself involved Christine due to her recent marriage. he went and searched for you. it wasn’t hard to find you. you were a socialist as you were having Tea with some ladies he looked at you stunned as you looked up at him, “Hey Strange.” 

"Hey” 

“took you long enough to find me.’ he chuckled weakly as you smiled weakly getting up as you put your hand out, “I got a strange message in my dream.. telling me to expect you.. took you long enough.” 

Doctor strange smiled as he spoke, “Sorry. but I’m here now.” 

“thank god! I was starting to worry you weren’t going to show.” 

he grinned weakly as you got up onto your feet grabbing his arm, “Save me from this awful night. I’m so bored I’m falling asleep.” he chuckled saying deal as you both walked off 

[myhauntedwords]

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Little Moments

Natasha Romanoff x Autistic Best Friend

Summary:

Three moments of Natasha and her best friend: a movie night, misunderstanding, and fidgeting

Request: If you feel comfortable, can I ask Nat to be the reader's best friend? Watching film together and everything. You don't have to do it, but I thought it would be nice to read it someday. Thank you 💜

Word count: 1,981

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

.oOo.

Natasha smiles from her spot on the couch when she sees me come down the stairs. "Hey! It's your night to choose what to watch." She says while handing me the remote to the tv. I plop down on the couch next to her and happily search through Netflix. We've started a kind of tradition where once a week we have a movie/tv show night, or sometimes doing other things, just to spend time together.

Natasha gets up to grab some snacks while I'm scrolling through the options, and after I finally settle on what to watch I lean my head back as my feet kick back against the couch, waiting for Natasha to come back. Although the motion is slightly painful, I like the sensory input and repetitiveness of it.

When she comes back into my sight I notice a worried look on her face. She sets down the snacks on the coffee table before looking back at me. "Is everything okay? I heard banging form the kitchen." I take a second to think about what she could be talking about, I didn't hear anything. Then it finally dawns on me.

"Oh! No that was me, my foot was hitting the couch." I reply. "Are you hurt?" She asks, still worried. I give her a confused look in response. "No... I was just doing this?" I start the kicking motion again to show her, and I can see in her face as she comes to understand, she looks almost relieved.

"Ohh, okay good. I thought you maybe accidentally hit your leg, I didn't want you to get hurt." I smiled at her as she sat down next to me, silently appreciating how caring she is. She understands my stims, but sometimes needs them explained to her.

I start the movie and let Natasha get comfortable. Once she's settled, her eyes on the movie as she shoves handfuls of snacks into her mouth, I lay down with my head in her lap. Her free hand instinctively goes to play with my hair, massaging my scalp. She knows how much I love the feeling and she does it so often it's second nature for her by now.

Natasha's hand leaves my head for a moment, going to grab the remote, and I grumble at the loss. She laughs and shakes her head before throwing a piece of popcorn at my face. While she's focused on whatever she's doing with the remote, I throw the piece of popcorn back at her, but to my surprise she catches it in her mouth, not even having to look or barely open her mouth.

I stare at her in shock for a moment. "How in the hell did you just do that?" She laughs and puts the remote back down. "I'm a spy. Now shushh, watch the movie." She says while cupping my face and turning it back to the tv. I laugh and swat her hands away.

When we're finally settled again, her hand in my hair, I notice that she had turned the subtitles on for me. That explains what she was doing with the remote. I smile at the gesture and my eyes squeeze shut tight as my head briefly shakes. Natasha lovingly smiles down at me, loving my happy stims. She loves that she can visibly see when I'm happy.

For the rest of the movie Natasha's hand stays in my hair as mine are mindlessly picking at the thread on Nat's leggings. Both of our attentions are given to the screen, but a part of both of our thoughts are lingered on how much we appreciate each other, especially in little moments like this.

.oOo. .oOo. .oOo. .oOo.

Natasha is late to training, she accidentally slept in, which I know from her frantic call I got a couple minutes ago asking if we still have training today. Usually Natasha leads me in training, as she has worked with me the most and we both work really well together. Since she's not here right now though, Steve is taking over for the time being.

"Run some laps to get warmed up and then if you still have time until Nat gets here you can just do some stretching, that sound good?" I nod and smile at him. He leaves with a grin and walks over to the Shield agents he was training.

The track is upstairs and circles the gym. Being able to look down and see the gym is a nice distraction while running, as well as the pretty view of the trees from the windows. I make my way up to the track and start running, contently watching the trees through the window as I run past them.

About two laps in I realize that I wasn't told how many laps I was supposed to run. He only told me to run some laps, he didn't give me anymore instructions. Normally Natasha and I run them together and we always run the same amount, but I don't know if Steve wants me to run more or less.

I feel my heart rate start to quicken, and not just from the running. I start getting more anxious, not knowing how many laps Steve wants me to do. What's the normal amount for people to run? Would he think I didn't do enough? How much time should it normally take?

I don't know what to do, but I decide to just keep running. He said until Nat gets here right? Well he said to stretch if I still had time, but he didn't say when to stop running, so that should mean to run until Natasha is here, I would think. I nod my head in affirmation to myself, deciding that running until she gets here is probably the best option.

I don't even know how many laps I've ran by now, I lost track while paying attention to the agents in the gym below and the world outside. My lungs burn and it's hard to breathe, but I'm not supposed to stop until Natasha gets here. I swipe the sweat off of my forehead and continue running.

I look down to the gym when I hear a greeting from a familiar voice. Natasha's head is darting around the gym, clearly looking for something, or someone I should say. But Steve seems too distracted to notice, and calls her over. He has her briefly talk to him and some of the agents before she's finally free to get to her own work.

She drops her bag by the wall and her eyes finally fall upon the moving figure above her. She climbs up the stairs and waits by the door while I finish my lap. When I finally reach her I smile and stop running, almost bumping into her from stopping so suddenly.

My breathing is heavy, my legs feel like jelly, and my lungs burn. She looks at me concerned and puts her hands on both of my shoulders to look at me. "Hey, are you alright?" I only nod in response, not being able to talk from my heavy breathing. "Here, let's just jog around for a bit, you shouldn't be stopping so suddenly like that."

She gently drags me by my shoulder as she starts jogging, and I follow her. The slower pace is nice, and before I know it after a couple laps my breathing is much better, although my legs still feel dead. We slow down to a walk and we finally start talking again, now that I'm able to.

"How long were you running for? You're usually not that out of breath or tired." I can hear the concern in her voice. "Well.. I- uhm.. I dont really know." I say quietly, but she still hears me. "What do you mean? Why don't you explain what happened from when you got here to now."

Natasha understands that sometimes it's difficult to find the right words or even know where to start. It's sometimes just too overwhelming, but being given direct instructions or at least a place to start is very helpful, even if I end up explaining more than she actually needs.

"Well, when I got here I went up to Steve like you told me to over the phone. He told me to run some laps to get warmed up, and if there was still time until you got here then I could stretch. After a couple laps I realized that he didn't tell me how many laps he wanted me to run, he just told me to run. And he was training the agents so he wasn't really paying attention enough to tell me to stop. So I just kept running, since he told me to run until you got here."

Natasha gives me a sad smile while her hand rubs circles on my back. "Oh honey, I'm really sorry. I should've told Steve to be more specific when I talked to him this morning. Just know that next time if someone doesn't give you clear instructions, just go for as long as you need, don't overdue it. It's only a warmup, so just run a couple laps, or whatever you're doing, until you feel warm enough. If you are in pain or struggling, you don't have to do it just because someone told you to."

I nod in response, glad that she's not mad at me for my mistake. She never is, but people usually are, so I've come to kind of expect it. "Sorry" is all I can manage to say. "There's nothing to be sorry for, it's not your fault at all." She gives me a reassuring smile.

She pulls me into a hug and I gladly accept, wrapping my own arms around her waist. "And also, if you're ever unsure about something, just ask. I know that the world isn't built for neurodivergent brains, so if you're ever unsure about our sometimes stupid neurotypical language, all you have to do is ask." I smile and hug her tighter, feeling overwhelmed with love for my best friend.

.oOo. .oOo. .oOo. .oOo.

Her hand she's not writing with is holding the colorful circle object, her fingers pressing into the bubbles. She's using the bubble popper fidget toy I had introduced her to a couple weeks ago. It kind of mimics bubble wrap but it's silicone.

Her eyes are focused on the paper in front of her, her pen gliding across it. I doubt she even notices she's fidgeting with the toy. I left it on the kitchen table, where she is sitting right now. She obviously found it and is now using it. Normally I hate people touching my things, especially my fidget toys, but Natasha is the only exception. Maybe it's because I trust her, or just because we are so close.

Her head snaps up when she feels my eyes on her and I try to hide my smile. "What?" She asks, confused as to why I'm staring at her. "Oh, it's nothing, sorry." I respond before looking back down at my phone and leaving her be, but this time with a small smile on my lips.

It means a lot to me to see her stimming as well, even though she isn't autistic. She doesn't find it weird or shame me for it, instead she is interested in it and even encourage me to stim. Seeing her act so normal about it makes me happy, not many people are so accepting about it, but Natasha is one of the people who is and I'll always be thankful for it.

[crankynewt]

okay, so i’ve officially lost my mind.

but like, what if i wrote a quicksilver script on my own and just like, sent it to marvel.

like “hey, we all hate what you did. here’s your solution big kev.” (your saviour is here lmao)

maybe it’s just my burnout and is just today’s mental breakdown, but like, maybe it’s so crazy it just might work??

idek, either way i’m writing one for fun. please send me ideas :))

[gambitimagines]

[wayward-mikaelson]

I Still Want You, I Still Need You-X. Dusk Till Dawn (FINAL)

Word Count: 3039

About: In the events after Tony’s funeral, you and Bucky make a huge decision

Characters: Bucky, Steve, Pepper, Olivia (OC), Morgan, Bruce, Sam, Natasha (Mentioned), Tony (Mentioned), Red Skull

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Character Death, Saddness

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Bucky stood there, hands in his coat pocket, while he watched you kick your bare feet in the water. It had only been about a week since losing Tony and Bucky watched you grow distant. Not too distant, Bucky watched you throw on a face to cover the pain when Olivia was around. This was a side of you he’d never seen before and Bucky didn’t know what to do. So he just stood by, at a distant, and watched you.

After the funeral, Bucky watched you linger and walk to the end of the pier. You took your heels off and tossed them being you. While you kicked your bare feet around, he saw your body shaking with silent tears. He held you night after night these last few days while you cried yourself to sleep. Tony wasn’t the only you cried for.

When you learned about Natasha, Bucky watched as you held it together until you were alone. From what Bucky remembers, You and Natasha had been close before the snap and grew apart.

You wished you hadn’t.

Olivia was the most confused. Bucky watched you tell your guys daughter that Uncle Tony had gone to heaven. Bucky saw the look in her blue eyes break apart with sadness but the look on her face was very well composed. It wasn’t until Bucky had tucked her into her little bed that she shed tears.

“We’ll see him again, one day,” she sniffled before falling asleep.

Bucky took his hands out of his pocket and ran them through his hair. The funeral ended two hours ago and most of everyone had gone home or someplace for the night. The three of you had been staying in the guest room at Pepper’s and Tony’s place. Bucky knew that being there helped Pepper out. But, Bucky worried when it would be time for you guys to head back to Wakanda.

If you guys headed back there at all.

“Do I have to worry about her?” Bucky had heard Steve’s footsteps. Bucky was reminded of what you told him when you lost him and thought you lost Tony. It had nearly, literally, almost killed you.

“No,” Steve stood next to Bucky and looked at you too. Bucky couldn’t help but get hit with a little twinge of jealously with the way Steve looked at you. Bucky knew he didn’t have any reason to be jealous, but he was. “She’s got you and Olivia. She’s stronger than she was when she lost you. If I hadn’t been there to pulled her back from the ledge,” Steve met Bucky’s eyes. “She would have died and Olivia wouldn’t have been born.”

Bucky saw the way Steve’s eyes flashed back to that memory that only he and you shared. Which had Bucky asking before his brain could process that he was asking it. “Do I have to worry about you?”

Steve knew what Bucky meant. Steve turned back to you and Bucky saw his eyes soften and look away. Bucky knew that Steve still loved you. “No,” Steve looked up to meet his friends eyes. “And if we had known it was possible to bring you back. We wouldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t have told her I was in love with her. Part of me hoped that she’d give it a chance, but she couldn’t move on from you.”

Bucky looked back at you. You had pulled your legs up and hugged them close to your chest. Your head was slightly tilted towards to the two men talking. Bucky knew you could hear them too. “I know,” Bucky took a deep breath and turned to Steve and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for being there for them. Keeping her alive most of all.”

A hour later, Bucky and you were in the little quest house. Pepper took Olivia for the night so that Morgan had someone with her but Bucky knew that Pepper wanted the distraction with the girls. Bucky was sitting on the couch when you walked out of the room.

You wore a t-shirt and sweatpants and your hair was hanging around your face. Bucky honestly liked you better that way. Dresses were nice and Bucky loved how the few dresses he’s seen you wear hugged your body. Bucky was just more into your comfortable look. You walked your way towards and the couch and sat next to Bucky and rested your head on his shoulder. Bucky wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.

“He forgave you,” you finally spoke. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. You had been quiet most of the day. “He wanted me to tell you that.”

Bucky rubbed your shoulders and kissed your head. “I kind of got that when he said for me to watch after you.”

You turned your head so you were looking at him. “He also made this house for Olivia and I. He convinced me each time we visited that we could live close by. The deed is now in our names.”

Bucky looked down at you. He saw the battle of wanting to be here and wanting to go back to Wakanda. “After today, I think we should stay here. Be there for Pepper and Morgan. Visit Wakanda every weekend. Then decide what to do after a while.”

You pulled away, “You think so?” Bucky nodded. “Okay, but we have to visit every weekend, Okoye will hunt us down for a visit with Olivia. She was the one who delivered her when the midwives wouldn’t.”

You went in the story of how you delivered Olivia and Bucky knew that you would be fine. As long as you had him and Olivia. Bucky didn’t even care that Steve had been there, he made peace with him. Because you were right from the start, if it weren’t for Steve Rogers, Bucky wouldn’t have the two most perfect people in his life right now.

***

A few days passed and with Tony’s notes and Bruces help, you were able to get the quantum tunnel up and running again. Olivia stayed with Pepper, she had told you that it was a good distraction for her. When you and Bucky told Pepper that you would be staying she got teary eyed and hugged the both of you. Olivia and Morgan were ecstatic.

But now, you and Bucky stood by Sam while Steve suited up to return the stones. Sam and Bucky offered to go with him but Steve had told them no. He had to do this alone and something told you that could be very well the last time you saw Steve Rogers.

You pulled away from Bucky walked towards Steve who was having trouble with the back of his suit. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to do something pathetically stupid?” you whispered loud enough for him to hear you.

Steve turned around to face you once you were done. “What makes you say that?”

“The way you told them no,” you put your hands on your hips. “Don’t forget that out of everyone here, aside from Bucky, I’ve known you the longest.” Steve opened his mouth to speak put you held up a hand. “Whatever stupid thing you’re thinking about doing better be better than Olivia. Cause she needs her Uncle Steve still. I still need you.”

Steve was at a loss for words and all he said was, “Okay.”

“Okay Steve, You’ll have all the time you need.” Bruce said.

You walked back to Bucky. “So what’s he doing?” Bucky must have heard. Sometimes you forget that your husband used to be a trained assassin. Someone who could hear a mouse squeak.

“I don’t know, but I told him that it better be better than us.” You didn’t meet your husbands eyes. You had to play the only card to make sure your friend made it back.

“On my count,” Bruce clicked away at some buttons. “Three, two, and one.”

Then Steve was gone.

You felt it in your heart.

“Bringing him back in One, two, three, four, and five.” Bruce pressed a button and Steve wasn’t there.

“Where is he?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” Bruce sounded panicked. “He blew by his time.”

“Well bring him the hell back!” Sam almost yelled.

“I’m trying to.”

You looked at Bucky and he knew too.

Steve was gone.

You heard Bruce press a button and you didn’t want to look. You couldn’t bare to see the empty space where your friend wouldn’t be. Bucky pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back and whispered that it would be okay.

“Hey fellas.”

The familiar voice had you spinning around faster than you had anticipated. Bucky steadied you after you lost your footing. You felt a pressure in chest as you stared at the one person you didn’t expect to see. You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or cheer or laugh or what.

Natasha Romanoff was standing right there in Steve’s place. Her expression looked dark and distant but she didn’t fail to make her voice sound normal.

But yet, there was no Steve Rogers.

“Where’s Steve?” Sam asked.

Natasha looked at you and then at the ground. You swore there was a tear falling from her her face. “Long story. Steve traded the stone for me back but the guardian wouldn’t allow the two of us to just go. Steve then chose to take my place, making the guardian happy. But before he went he told me that we won and to not mourn him.”

Natasha walked off the quantum tunnel surface and towards you. She pulled you into a hug and pressed her lips to your ear and in a whisper only you could hear said, “His last words were about you. His last thoughts were about you. He truly loved you.”

***

Steve only had one stone left to return.

The Soul Stone.

But all he could think about this whole trip was you.

As he approached Vormir and his heart quickened. It was like a stampede of horses beating around in there. Steve knew that you didn’t really need him, he knew that you said that so that he could come home. He saw the look in your eyes, you didn’t want to lose anybody else.

You were right about two things though.

When Steve returned the two stones in New York, he did do something stupid. He messed with time. He shouldn’t have, but he did. He stopped that blast of electricity from hitting you and stopping your heart for three minutes and leaving you in a coma for a week. It would save 2012 Steve and 2012 Tony from pacing a hospital waiting room while the doctors tried to wake up. He did confess his feelings to a groggy 2012 version of you.

Then back in the lab, when you told him that he looked like he wanted to have his way with you. Steve wanted nothing more than to grab your waist and push you onto a table and feel you once again. To feel the smoothness of your skin on his. To hear his name on your lips. He didn’t though. He couldn’t because he wasn’t like that.

“Steve, son of…” The cloaked figure slowly descended and Steve instantly recognized who it was. “Oh looky what we have here. Captain Rogers, what do I owe this visit?”

Steve lifted the case up and opened it. “To return the Soul Stone.”

“Why on Earth for?” Red Skull laughed.

“To keep bad things from happening,” Steve had his hands on his hips.

“Okay, just drop it below and be on your way,” Red Skull gestured to the cliff. The same cliff that Natasha died on.

“Under one condition though,” Steve took a deep breath. “I return this, Natasha comes back.”

Red Skull seemed to have thought it over. “Okay, very well then.”  He waved his hand.

“Steve?”

Steve turned to see Natasha by the cliff. “That was easy,” Steve said as he took the stone and walked towards the cliff.

“But,” Red Skull’s tone changed, making Steve turn around. “The two of you can’t leave here together. A soul for a soul. Or don’t return the stone and let bad things happen.”

“What’s he talking about Steve?” Natasha asked.

“I’m returning the stones,” Steve looked too is friend who was skeptical. “We won but we lost Tony. If I don’t return them, an entire timeline is messed up. But the condition to return this stone was to bring you home.”

“But it doesn’t sound like you would,” Natasha was slowly catching on. “Steve you can’t be that stupid. Just return the stone and leave me. Y/N will need you with Tony’s loss.”

Steve shook his head. He knew what he needed to do. He took his watch off and the PYM particles and shoved them into Natasha’s hands. “Y/N has Bucky. Tell them what happened here. Tell them they will make the right choice with the Sheild. But tell Y/N,” Steve felt tears sting his eyes. “Tell her I love her. God, I love her so much.”

“Rogers! Don’t! You can tell Y/N that yourself.” Natasha yelled as Steve pushed her away from the cliff and took a step towards it. “Steve! Steve, no!”

Steve looked at the stone in his hand and gripped it tight. His final thoughts were of your smile and Y/E/C always meeting his. The way your hair fell around your face when it wasn’t up in a hair band. The feel of your lips when he kissed you that night. He thought of the morning he woke up with you next to him. You looked so at peace, without the stress weighing on your shoulders.

That’s how he wanted to remember you in his last moments.

Steve shut his eyes tightly, the tears fell  as he took that step.

***

Eight years have passed and things have gotten back to normal. You and Bucky still lived in that little cabin that Tony built for you guys. As time had passed, the two of you didn’t see the need to  move back to Wakanda. You did visit every once in awhile. This cabin was a fresh new chapter with everything that happened.

Two years after The Blip, that what everyone was calling it, you gave birth to a boy. A little boy who was named after two of the greatest men that had ever lived. Anthony Steven Barnes. He was just as smart as Olivia but he was total opposite of her. He was definitely living up to his uncles name. You just wished that Tony was here to see it so he could see it. Not to mention he looked more like Tony. Those Stark genes ran strong.

Olivia grew into a beautiful girl. She was smarter than the average twelve year old, even than her cousin, Morgan. Olivia got one of Tony’s old suits up and working one summer just to make and AI voice in Tony’s voice.

“That way Aunt Pepper and Morgan can still talk to Uncle Tony,” she said. Pepper had pulled Olivia into a hug. Pepper never remarried and never intended to. A love like hers and Tony’s was something hard to replace. A once in a life time type of love.

Olivia may have been smart and stubborn and showed her Stark side when working in the workshop, but she always needed her dad. Olivia and Bucky were always joined at the hip. She was his shadow and Bucky loved it. As she grew, they had more silent conversations like when they first met.

“She looks more like my mom each day,” Bucky said one night after tucking the kids into bed. “That is until someone pisses her off and then out comes her momma and possibly every other Stark.”

You sat on the end of the pier and stared into the distance. You do this every once in awhile when you wanted to feel close to your brother. So you would just sit and talk about whatever was on your mind. It made you miss Tony less.

“Liv told me I’d find you here,” Bucky’s voice had you looking up at your husband. He was in full gear, the shield hanging on his back. It reminded you so much of Steve wore it.

Steve’s loss still got to you after all these years. It didn’t take you long after Steve’s loss to realize you had some sort of feeling for him. Bucky saw it in the days that followed and held you when you fell apart once the two of you were alone. Bucky eventually fell apart too, his oldest friend was gone. Eventually, over time, the wound scarred over. It was only the little things that poked at it.

“You’re back a day early,” you welcomed Bucky’s gentle kiss. He had been gone for two weeks on a mission. “All in one piece too.”

Bucky signed against you lips. “It wasn’t too hard honestly. Parker was a huge help and if it weren't for him, Sam would have been toast. Metal bird wings and all.”

You rolled onto you back and laid your head into Bucky’s lap. “I love our life here, Buck.”

Bucky played with your hair. “Good, now get up, I have a surprise for you.”

Bucky walked back to the house with you. From the corner of your eyes, you could his hand twitching and opening and closing. Whatever it was he got you, he was nervous. You reached for his hand and squeezed it.

“Whatever it is, I know I’m going to love it,” you kissed the back of his hand.

“I know, Doll,” he pulled his hand away and opened the door.

You walked in and froze dead in the doorway. What you saw before you, it made your heart stop. You sucked in a sharp breath and looked back at Bucky for an explanation that you knew you would get later. You knew it was as long one too.

You turned back and let a smile tug on the corner of your lips.

“Steve!”

THE END

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Mobius M. Mobius & Ravonna Lexus Renslayer Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Ravonna Lexus Renslayer Additional Tags: Hurt Loki (Marvel), Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius needs a hug, Mobius M. Mobius gets a hug, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Love Confessions, Protective Mobius M. Mobius Summary:

Ravonna had warned him to keep whatever it was, that was going on between himself and Loki, strictly business level, and Mobius had insisted that that was all there was to it; strictly business parters and nothing more.

Perhaps he could lie to his friend, Mobius couldn't lie to himself, the terror that washed over him, the second he saw Loki lie motionlessly on the floor.