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Fandom: Marvel - Bucky Barnes bodyguard AU Part: One Word Count: 2,945 Characters: Reader x Bucky Reader Gender: Female Warnings: Swearing, mild violence. Summary: Yesterday, everything was normal, you we’re a normal college student. Today you’re running for your life with a Bodyguard that seems to hate you and the president is telling you that you’re his daughter and your life is in danger. Who exactly is this man your father had decided will protect you? Why does he seem to hate you? As the world gets dangerous, it seems Bucky just wants to look after you. Is that the reason for his icy stare, or is there something else to it? Modern Bucky Barnes AU! Author note: I deleted by accident, oops.

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It was hot, and not the lay on the beach in another country kind of hot. It was the sticky clothes, sweaty foreheads, and constant frustration at not being able to cool down. Unfortunately for yourself, you had to get to college, you needed a book from the library, so that meant stepping into the scorching streets to make your way across the city to get your book. It was far too hot to walk, but the idea of going underground onto a crammed subway, where you’d end up being packed like a sardine was an even worse idea.

A summer dress placed to a comfortable length, a hat to cover your skin from the sun and a rather high factor of sunscreen was all you believed you needed. Of course, you also had a bottle of water that was starting to get rather close to being empty. You’d decided to look for a shop on the next street, pray that they had air con to get you out of this weather for at least a few minutes.

Opening your bottle, you drained the last of it, as you continued to walk down the street. Pushing a few stray hairs off of your face, you wiped the sweat that was starting to form under your hat. Letting out a sigh, you directed it up, hoping that the cool water you’d just drank would cool you even for a second. “Excuse me?”

Turning at the sound of a voice, you turned to see a tall man stood in front you. As you went to speak to him, your eyes looked down from his face to see a gun pointed at you. Suddenly the heat didn’t seem to matter, after all who cared about that when a man was aiming a gun at you. “Remain calm and we won’t have a problem.” Swallowing hard, you kept your eyes focused on him and explain that you understood, but you couldn’t even nod at this moment.

You’d never seen a gun before and to see one pointed at you, you felt your heart starting to pound, how could this be happening to you? Was he going to rob you? You didn’t have anything, not even any water anymore. Why couldn’t you get the words to come from your mouth? What were you even meant to say at a moment like this?

“Y/N.” Looking up as another person appeared, this time a red headed female, who like the other you had no idea who she was. “Do you have the notes for class? I forgot mine.” As she spoke, the man was getting more and more frustrated. He was about to speak, as the woman punched the man in the face and kicked the gun out of his hand. As he started to run, she scooped up the gun and smiled at you. “Go, now!” She ordered, before running off after the gunman.

“You, here now!” Looking up, you saw a tall brunette man in a suit. “Come on, now!” Seeing that he didn’t have a gun pointed at you, you felt that maybe this was a good idea. Biting down on your lip, you walked up to him, looking at him with a curious expression. “Come on, follow me. Now!” As he took off running, you raised your eyebrow, was he insane? It was hot. “Y/N, come on, now!” He told you, causing you to sigh and chase after him.

You’d been running for about a minute when you felt a strong breeze coming toward you. You didn’t have time to say anything as the tall, handsome man in a suit turned to look at you. Seeing his beautiful blue eyes, you swallowed hard as he grabbed your hand and pushed you forward toward the helicopter. “Get on, now!”

You hesitated; you didn’t want to get on there. But another man appeared at the door of the helicopter with a gentle smile and you found yourself staring at him, he looked familiar with his sandy blonde hair and the rather puppy dog look on his face. Seeing him holding his hand out, you reached out and took him, letting him pull you into the helicopter. “Sit down!” The blue eyed guy ordered as he climbed in and pulled the door shut. “No, not till you tell me what is going on and where we are going!” You shouted, not wanting to go anywhere until you knew what was going on.

“It’s alright, really.” The familiar looking guy said, causing you to look at him. But as you did, the other man pushed you down onto a chair, causing you to lash out and punch him in the face. The calming voice of the other man came almost instantly. “Bucky, calm down she’s scared! I’m sorry Y/N, we will be okay. We will be to our destination soon and you will get some answers.”

Your hand moved to cover your mouth, you’d never hit anyone before in your life and now this guy… You’d hit him. “I’m so sorry, I…” A hand moved to touch the hand that wasn’t covering your face, looking up at the man who looked damn familiar he smiled. “It’s alright; really we understand that this is all scary for you.” Taking a deep breath, you stared into his eyes, realizing where you’d known him from. “You’re Steve Rogers.” You uttered softly. How could you miss that? You’d had the largest crush on him during his last modeling campaign, but after that you heard he’d packed in modeling, and now he was what… kidnapping people?

“Where are you taking me?” You finally asked looking from Steve- who now had a beautiful blush on his cheeks, to the other guy who was glaring a little. “Take a look for yourself.” You hadn’t realized that Steve’s hand was still on yours, it was weird how he had such a calming effect on you. Looking out of the window, you saw the Whitehouse and found your breath hitching in your chest. “W-what?” You questioned, tilting your head softly as you leaned forward to get a better look at the building. You’d lived in Washington for a lot of your life, but you never really paid much attention to this building or who was inside, until you were old enough to vote that is.

The chopper landed with a bump, and within a flash the two men were up. “Come on.” The blue eyed man snapped as he made his way to the door. “Mind your head, wouldn’t want you to lose it.” He uttered, shaking his head as he got out and waited for you to exit the chopper. Steve and the other escorted you toward the building, your heart started to pound harder as you got closer.

You followed the two men to a small room, where they then excused themselves and left you alone to wait. You’d forgotten all about the heat, now and you also hadn’t noticed you’d lost your hat sometime during getting on the chopper and getting off.

A stern knock on the door caused you to look up; clearing your throat you made a soft squeak and in walked a tall intimidating man. Your eyes scanned over him, you could tell he was muscular, he was certainly older than the men you’d already had to deal with and of course one big detail was that he had an eye patch. “Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Nick Fury, and head of the secret service.” He explained as he extended his hand to you, taking it you smiled weakly. “I must apologize at the way this was done; we never expected the news to get out so quickly.”

Your eyebrow slowly started to rise as you looked up at him. “What news exactly?”  You questioned in hardly a whisper. “The answer you seek is through that door, they’re ready for you, whenever you’re ready to step through it.” A deep shaky breath left your lips after that moment as you moved to the door, your eyes glanced at Nick for a moment, who gave you a nod of encouragement, before you turned your head away and pulled the handle down and opened the door.

A gasp escaped your lips as you watched the man stood in the center of the room turn around to look at you, the President, Phillip Coulson was stood there. Watching him as he took in your appearance saw the smile growing on his face as he started toward you. You let out a puzzled cry as his arms wrapped around you and hugged you tightly. “Mr. President, what are you doing?” You questioned in a shaky confused whisper. “I’m sorry, but it’s not every day you get to see your daughter, look at you, you’re so beautiful, just like your mother, but you have my eyes.”

Pulling away from the man, you looked at him with clear confusion in your eyes. “I’m sorry, but there is some mistake, my father is dead.” You uttered shaking your head softly. “That is what your mother told you? She was doing it to protect you, our families never approved and she wanted me to follow my chosen path.” He explained. “I’ve been searching for years and while I hate to admit it, I did use city resources to find you, but it was worth it. Look at you.” You were going to have to call your grandmother later; this was crazy how could you be his daughter?

“Sir? We’re ready for the briefing.”  Nick said as he knocked and opened the door. “Y/N, I’m afraid that our reunion is tainted, there are those who wish to get me out of my presidency and they wish to use you to harm me. The news leaked faster than my men were able to find you and so you’re in danger. My head of security has chosen the best to look after you, but I’m afraid that you will have to have a guard with you at all times until they are caught.”

Reaching out for a chair, you slowly sat down. There was so much information to take in at once; you bit down on your lip as you tried to understand it. This man, Phillip Coulson was your father; he was not dead, but in fact that president and your life was in danger.  “Y/N, please come with me. My men are waiting.” You continued to stare at the floor for a further moment, a deep desire to process this, but failing miserably.

“Just give us a moment Nick.” You heard the man who called himself your father say; the door shut a moment later and before you knew it there was a glass of water in front of you. “T-thank you.”  You said soft drinking it down rather quickly. “I know this is crazy, I’m still processing it myself, but I’m hoping you will give me a chance to be your father.” Looking at him, the man who had the same eyes as you, you tried hard to say something, but only one thing fell from your lips. “I voted for you.” You commented, causing him to laugh. “Shall I take that as a yes?” He questioned, causing you to nod. “Yes.” Reaching over, he clutched your hand with a gentle smile. “I do look forward to getting to know you better Y/N, unfortunately, I have to go and do a press conference about the news about you and the secret service is waiting for you to brief you, so maybe we can have dinner tomorrow night?”

By the time you exited the oval office, you’d calmed down quite a bit. He was a great man and if he was your father, well then you were happy to have him. “Y/N, this way.” Nick’s voice rang out with an authority you’d never heard before; you guessed he was a little annoyed at you keeping him waiting and that way why he was basically barking orders at you. You followed him down a corridor and into a room, where there sat a group of people, some of them you recognized some that you didn’t.

“Alright, everyone. Y/N as you all know is the daughter and as the threats on her life are very real you will be looking after her. “ Fury explained. “Bucky, you’ll be taking the lead on this one; you’ll be her body guard while Odinson, Barton you will be around to offer back up should Bucky need it. Rogers, Romanoff, you’ll be with me. Banner, you continue assisting the FBI with interrogation and any possible leads.”

You stood there in silence as the man beside you barked orders, everyone nodded their heads and as soon as he Nick made it clear he was done, the group stood up. The man with the blue eyes making a bee line to Fury as the others moved toward you. “How are you feeling now?” Steve asked with a small grin. “I bet it was a lot to take in right?” He asked causing you to nod softly. “Yeah, it was… wait, you.” Looking at the red headed girl she grinned. “Nice to see you again Y/N, I’m glad I got there in time. Hope the gun didn’t scare you too much. I’m Natasha.” Shaking her hand you grinned and then watched as the two excused themselves.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Bruce. I’d love to talk more but the FBI will get angry if I’m not there soon. I hope to get to know you however.” Shaking his hand you smiled softly. “Sir, can I talk to you in private.” You could hear the blue eyed man, who you were starting to assume was Bucky talking to Nick behind you as the last two guards came over. “I’m Thor, you are a beautiful woman.” Your cheeks instantly flushed at his words. “Thank you Thor… Oh my god, Clint?”

“No Bucky, you can talk to me here. What is it?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while.” He moved forward and wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly, you couldn’t believe it. It was him, it was Clint, he still smelt the same, still looked the same. Growing up he was that guy you’d always wanted but could never have, and now he was there helping protect you.

“With all due respect sir, I don’t want to be a glorified baby sitter, make one of the lowers do it.”

Your eyes turned from Clint to Bucky, you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to look after you. “Don’t mind Buck, he’s just got a stick up his butt… Plus you did punch him.” Clint said with a small laugh looking at you. “You’ve not changed at all.” Looking away from where Bucky stood fighting with Nick, back to Clint you grinned. “Neither have you, apart from… where did you get that muscle from? You used to be a twig.” You teased giggling softly.

“I don’t care Bucky, orders are orders and you will take them, and you will like them!”

Nick stormed out after that, leaving Clint and Thor to make comments about having to catch up with the boss, before rushing out after him. Looking down at your hands, you weren’t sure what to say now. Bucky didn’t want to look after you; did that mean he wouldn’t do a good job? Slowly you glanced up at him, taking in his appearance again. He was really handsome; his short hair slicked, his piercing blue eyes, he could’ve been a model with Steve.  Maybe things wouldn’t be that bad.

Swallowing hard you watched him for a moment until he looked up at you. “Yes?” He snapped causing you to feel a little taken back. “Umm, I just want to say, sorry for punching you.” Bucky let out a frustrated sigh as he moved closer to you. “I’m going to make one thing clear to you right now, alright?” Nodding softly you felt your heart beating faster as he moved closer and you caught his aftershave. He smelt amazing, looked amazing. Was there anything wrong with this guy?

“I don’t want to do this, but I have to. To make my job easier you will do everything I say without question got it?” Oh right, his attitude, there it was. The one problem with this guy was his damn attitude. “Yes, crystal clear.” You uttered looking at him. “Good, now come on. I’m taking you home.” A look of confusion appeared on your face. “I thought I’d be staying here…” You questioned, causing him to scoff. “No, you’re not exactly worthy to stay here.” He chuckled walking out the door expecting you to follow him.

Letting out a gentle sigh, you looked around the room one last time, before following Bucky out and down the corridor. This was going to be hell if he was going to be rude like this the whole time, you couldn’t help but hope that they caught the guys threatening your life sooner rather than later, the less time you had to spend with this man the better. You told yourself as your eyes moved to his ass, to which you noticed was a very nice one. “Hurry up!” He snapped, looking over his shoulder at you, causing you to move quicker. “This is going to be a long few days.” You mumbled, allowing your eyes to look at his butt one last time as a treat, as you exited the building with your secret service bodyguard.

Things were certainly going to be different now.

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The secret is out

Fandom: The Avengers Prompt: Natasha Romanov x Reader where they have a secret Relationship and the rest of the Avengers find out? Word Count: 400 Character: Natasha Romanov Reader Gender: Female Warnings: None really Author note: Sorry it’s taken so long.

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Natasha’s hands ran down your hips, pulling you closer with a small grin appearing on her face. “Hey baby.” You whispered softly, leaning over and kissing her softly. “We don’t have long till everyone will be back, but we have enough time.” Natasha purred in your ear as her lips glided down your neck causing a soft moan to escape your lips. “Well then.” Moving like a ninja, Natasha had you down on the couch within the blink of an eye. Your bodies pressed against each other as her fingers ran down your body. Moving your lips down her neck, you heard her soft moan leaving her lips. A feeling of pride entering your body as you continued to kiss her neck.

“So anyway, as I was saying.” The doors opened and you’d hardly had any time to do anything, sitting up at the same time as Natasha, you looked up as all the avengers walked inside. “Woah, what do we have here?” Tony’s voice was the first to ring out as Natasha climbed off of your lap. “I knew it!” Clint called out feeling rather proud, while Steve glanced anywhere but at the two of you feeling slightly awkward.

Looking over at Natasha, you shrugged softly, a slight smile appearing on your lips. “Guess the secret is out now.”  You commented as she slipped off of your lap and stood up, taking your hand and pulling you up. “Guess so.” She said shaking her head sadly.  “So guys, how long has this been going on?” Tony questioned taking a seat and grinning softly and pushing the pair of you down onto the couch. “We need details guys, come on.” Standing up once again, Natasha took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go, I’d much rather go to dinner right now, than have to deal with these knuckle heads.”

Lacing your fingers with Natasha’s you grinned softly and smiled. “I agreed, let’s go.” Glancing back at the surprised group of superheroes you gave them a wave and then got into the elevator and let out a giggle once the doors were shut. “Man, did you see their faces?” You questioned, causing Natasha to shake her head and nudge you. “It’s not funny, I’m going to have to deal with this later.” She commented with a pout. “But at least I’m worth it, aren’t I?” Natasha grinned and kissed your head. “Certainly.”

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Fandom: Marvel/Disney Prompt: It’s Cinderella, but with a twist Word Count: 2,348 Character: Clint and Reader. Warnings: None Author note: Merry Christmas to the lovely @samwinchesterrph i hope you enjoy this.  Credits: I do not own marvel, i do not own this story and I do not own Disney.

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Once upon a time... in a faraway Iand, there was a tiny kingdom... peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here, in a stately chateau, there Iived a widowed gentleman... and his IittIe daughter, Y/N. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still he felt she needed a mother's care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife a woman of good family... with two sons just Y/N's age. By name... Jack and Brock. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother's true nature was revealed. Cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous...  and hell bent on taking over the world, her sons were not sons at all. But agents of the organization she ran. Thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair, for the family fortunes were squandered... on taking over the world and the stepmother. While Y/N was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in her own house. And yet, through it all, Y/N remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday... her dreams of happiness would come true.

Every night, when Y/N would go to sleep she would dream the same dream, about getting away from Hydra and being somewhere new, being happy and getting away from everyone she was stuck with. She would never admit it, but deep down in her heart, she hated her stepmother and Brock and Jack, they made her feel like she was worthless and alone. Finally waking up, she began to get ready for the day, her mind thinking about the dream as she got ready into her rags. A gentle sigh left her lips as she got ready for the day, she had so much to do, get dressed. There was very little peace for Y/N, once you were up, you had to feed animals, cook breakfast, serve breakfast and then begin with the daily chores that caused you to have rough hands, tired feet, and often felt like your back was straining. By the time the first three things were done it was around 8am, after that you had to work until lunch, before serving that and then on till dinner and you usually weren’t done cleaning up after the meals until late that evening.

While you worked, the others in the house trained, plotted, worked on getting ready for missions. Sometimes, not very often, but sometimes you wanted so very badly to join them, work together with them and have some fun and get out of the house to do other things, and not just shop for food. But you were never that lucky, they would sometimes bring you in to practice moves on you, but nothing else. You’d finally finished cleaning from breakfast and started on cleaning the floors when a loud knock on the front door caught your attention. You hadn’t expected to open the door to find S.H.I.E.L.D agents stood at the door, they bowed at you and then handed you an invitation. A masked ball in one of the avenger’s honor, you knew that the agents all believed that your family were not evil, but in fact part of the team so naturally there was an invite. “Thank you.”

Glancing up the stairs once the door was closed, toward the training room, you bit down on your lip and started to make your way up. “I know they said to not bother them, but this is important.” Up the stairs you went to the door and took a deep breath, knocking on the door you heard anger as you interrupted the training. Slowly you opened the door and stepped in. “Excuse me? But you have an invite for a party at Stark Tower.” Brock and Jack rushed over and took it from you, pulling it open and fighting to read it, before your step mother took it and read it aloud. “You are invited to the masked ball tonight at Stark tower in honor of Clint Barton, everyone must attend.” Brock and Jack looked at each other with smirks, it would mean that they could infiltrate the tower tonight and set up cameras in the place. “Everyone must attend… that means I can go too!” You announced, causing everyone to turn and look at you, the laughter in the room was deafening and a little heartbreaking.

“You, go to the ball? I don’t think so. You have far too much to do.” You took a small step forward. “But it says there everyone must attend, so why can’t I?” You asked puzzled. “Alright Y/N, if you can get all your chores done, I’ll let you go.” You beamed and thanked her, before rushing out. “Did you hear what you just said, she’ll blow our cover if we take her along with us!” Brock roared looking at the Baroness surprised by her actions. “Of course I heard, I said If.” Jack and Brock looked at each other with a smirk. “Oh, if.” The boys left the room and went to get themselves sorted for the ball, while your stepmother smirked to herself, knowing there was no way you’d be going.

You worked hard throughout the day, trying hard to get everything done, before it was time to go to the ball. You’d been given extra things to do, thanks to Jack and Brock, who were determined to make sure you stayed home, clearly. But it didn’t matter, you managed to get everything done and finally were able to return to your drafty room in the attic and get yourself ready. You dressed yourself in a beautiful dress that you had from when your mother was alive and used a few things that you’d found lying around the house, such as pearls and some silver earrings. Once you were done with your hair, you rushed downstairs, just in time to see them getting ready to leave. “Wait, please wait.” You rushed forward and span around. “Do you like it?” Brock and Jack glanced at each other and moved forward, the pair started to circle you like vultures and then suddenly, one of them ripped part of your dress, the other ripped off your mask, your pearls went next. You were left with a dress made of rags, looking at them with tears in your eyes, you turned and ran off sobbing.

You collapsed outside on the ground and cried, your heart felt heavy as you sat on the ground and sobbed. “Oh dear, what is the matter?” You looked up at the sound of a voice, there stood a woman with flowing red hair looking at you with concern on your face. “I wanted to go to the party… but.” She smiled and bent down, picked you up and held your hands. “But nothing sweetheart.” She said with a gentle smile. “Let’s get you fixed up to go to the ball sweetheart.” She said with a bright smile. “But… who are you?” She grinned and poked your nose. “I’m Wanda, your fairy godmother.” Lifting her hands up, she waved them around and a dress appeared out of nowhere, she used some sort of magic to change you, before bringing forward a beautiful pair of glass slippers. “Now my dear, you must be back before midnight.” She made a mask appear and handed it to you, then grinned gently. “Now go, no time to waste, go!”

You suddenly found yourself stood outside the Stark tower, your heart racing as you placed on your mask and made your way inside. You made your way slowly inside, past security. Your eyes scanned around and saw your Brock and Jack, looking away, you bit down on your lip and carried on walking. A woman with flowing red hair, watched you from a distance with a massive grin on her face. You felt so weird as you walked around alone, your eyes looking at each different place, until you found yourself in the room with the man of the hour. Clint was busy shaking hands as you entered the room, Brock and Jack had just moved over and shake his hand, when he spotted you and pushed through them to get over to you. He made his way over to you and tapped your shoulder lightly.

“Excuse me?” Turning around, you looked at him surprised and smiled softly. He bowed and took your hand and kissed it softly as you curtsied. “May I have this dance?” He questioned causing you to nod softly. The pair of you began to dance together, unable to take your eyes off each other, a grin on your lips as you span around together. People all around were dancing too, but couldn’t help but notice Clint dancing with you. Jack and Brock especially had noticed, the pair of them walked over to the Baroness and looked at her curiously. “She looks familiar.” They nodded in agreement as they moved to walk after you, however they were stopped as the pair of you moved out together and went to the elevator.

On the roof together, Clint took you in his arms and carried on dancing with you, neither of you were able to look away from the other. “This night is beautiful; I’m having such a great time.” Clint said looking at you, looking up at him you grinned softly. “I’m having a great time too.” You told him as you moved toward each other, close to kissing, your lips touched and a big grin spread across your lips. Suddenly you heard the clock chime twelve. You looked up at him and then stood up. “I have to go.” You said softly, turning and starting to run away. He rushed after you, trying to grab your hand. “Wait, when will I see you again?” He shouted as he ran after you. “No, I’m sorry I must go.” Running down the stairs, you rushed all the way down not stopping for an elevator. “Steve, stop her!” Clint yelled to his friend, the pair of them started running down the steps after you. “Miss, please wait!” You ran out, into the street, leaving a shoe behind, you glanced around unable to get back, you managed to get into a cab and drive off

Getting inside, you let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through your hair as the clock finished ringing midnight. You looked around as the magic seemed to disappear and you were back into your torn clothes. Looking down, your eyes saw the shoe and bent down to pick it up off of your foot. A soft sigh left your lips as you grinned to yourself. You leaned back and whispered softly to yourself. “Thank you, fairy Godmother.” It was a wonderful night, it made you feel so glad that you’d been able to go. Leaning back, you glanced out the window as the car came to a stop. Paying, you smiled and then rushed inside, just before the car pulled up with your family inside. You rushed upstairs and hid your shoe, before going to bed, deciding you really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone right now, you were in too good a mood to even think about anything else.

The next day, you were in a dreamy state, dancing and singing as you walked around the house, your mind was so full of last night that you could hardly focus. It hadn’t gone unnoticed, Brock and Jack ad both seen you and when there was an announcement that S.H.I.E.L.D would be coming by because Clint was searching for his lost love, it made your heart skip a beat, and you wound up dropping everything on the floor. “Watch what you’re doing clumsy, clean it up now!” You left it all there and rushed upstairs to change, you wanted to make yourself presentable. It didn’t go unnoticed by the Baroness either, she followed you upstairs and locked the door, not letting you get out. You heard the door and rushed to it and started to rattle it. “Let me out, please let me out… you can’t do this, please!” You begged as you banged on the door. “Someone help me!”

As you were locked upstairs, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents arrived, and quizzed the Baroness on if there were people around other than herself. She shook her head and took a seat. “It’s just me, all me.” She said with a grin. “Want to try it on me?” She asked with a flirty grin. Meanwhile, up in your room you were still banging. “Shhh, hang on.” You knew that voice, it was your fairy godmother. The door flew open and there she stood with a big grin. “Go, go on, before you miss your chance!” Hugging her tightly, you then rushed down the stairs as the agents were getting ready to leave. “Wait, please wait, may I try it on?” You asked rushing forward. “Ignore her, she’s just a maid.” Steve ignored and walked forward.

“Everyone must try it on.” He said with a grin. Taking your hand, Steve led you to a chair and you slipped off your shoe, slowly he slipped it back on and smiled. “It fits!” You grinned and pulled out the other slipper. “Let’s get you to Clint.” Steve led you out, you glanced back and glared at the rest of the Hydra group and were led off. “They’re all Hydra agents.” You mumbled as you were escorted into a car. The car ride seemed to take hours, when it was only a few minutes. The car pulled up and Clint was waiting outside, getting out of the car you rushed into his arms and he picked you up and span you around. “It’s you, you’re the one.” He said as he placed you down and kissed you, as he escorted you inside, you glanced around to see the others being brought in wearing handcuffs. Time was changing and it meant that you were getting your happy ending.