#not even FLINCHING when Steve’s fist flies toward his face because he knows Steve will stop before it lands.
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itsalmostavengers · 1 year ago
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Ik we stevetonies love our ‘Steve pulling Tony out of a bender in the workshop’ trope but me? I LOOOOVE the other way round. A bad mission and Steve loses someone - he tried to save them but it was too late, he couldn’t get there in time. And post-mission he just holes himself up in the gym and stays there. For days. Working himself to exhaustion just so he can shave half a second off his sprint (half a second and that person would be alive), punching bag after bag until his hands are bloody and raw.
Tony is the only one who can get through to him like this. It’s only his voice that can make Steve pause, come back to himself. Sometimes Tony has to actively stand in front of whatever it is Steve’s attacking, which absolutely infuriates him, but damn if it isn’t effective in a way only Tony no-thought-to-his-own-self-preservation Stark could be. And Tony is equally as infuriated that steve is insisting on doing this to himself, but even though his tone is angry, his touch against Steve’s knuckles is impossibly soft.
He’ll drag Steve back up to the land of the living. Put him in the shower and clean him off, freshen him up, make him feel human again. Steve will already be healing, of course, but Tony still tends and bandages his hands - attentive to the finest detail, devoting every part of his mind to just making Steve feel a little bit better.
They don’t talk much throughout this. God knows Tony’s tried it before, but Steve is never in the headspace for it, and Tony never says the right thing anyway. But he’s there.
He runs his fingers over the back of Steve’s palms. Up his forearms. He strokes the sharp curve of Steve’s neck, settling against the quick pulse. Steve’s face is blank, but Tony is always surprisingly patient with him. He waits.
“I’m fine,” Steve will say every time, while his face will say the opposite.
“You’re an idiot,” Tony will respond. “I’m locking you out of the gym.”
He won’t. Steve needs it, even if it’s unhealthy, even if it’s agonising for Tony to watch. This is just how they get through.
But Steve will see the way Tony is looking at him- distressed, angry, worried - and it’ll break through the fog. The thing that always takes priority over everything is Tony, and even though Steve’s brain is screaming at him to get right back to it, he just can’t put it above Tony’s well-being. He couldn’t ever do that.
“I Guess I can take a break now.”
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stevie-petey · 8 months ago
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making grabby hands and kicking my feet like a baby in a high chair at dinner time for more cute steve and bug blurbs im STILL thinking about the dream blurb 😔 i need more please bbg 😔😔😔🤞
because im feelin nice i will feed yall and i wanna elaborate more on why i consider steve bugs twin flame rather than her soulmate <333 (i actually have two angsty blurbs lined up sol this is to compensate for later)
enjoy <3
"did you just steal a brownie?"
steve stares at you, eyes wide, with crumbs all over his face. "no, why would you think that?"
you set the rack of brownies down and glare at the teen. you know hes lying, he knows you know hes lying, and dustin is a witness to it all. looking at your brother, you cross your arms and inhale deeply. "dustin, did steve take a brownie?"
"im not a part of this."
steve lifts his fist for a fist bump, which he accepts with a slight smirk on his face. seeing this, your annoyance only grows. youve spent all day baking brownies for mikes birthday, and you invited steve over to help since hes grown to like baking with you. however, for the last hour now youve been smacking his grubby fucking hands away from the first batch of brownies that were left to cool on the counter.
"steve," you exhale now, close your eyes and count to ten in your head. youre overheating, the kitchen is unbearably hot in the april spring, and your head pounds as it begs for water. trying desperately to cling onto your sanity, you open your eyes and look at the teen. "this is your last chance before i get violent."
dustins smirk quickly slides off his face at your words. he knows you mean them, he knows youll throw a spatula at the boys any second, yet in his panicked scramble to flee the kitchen, dustin notices that steve doesnt even flinch.
"violent, huh?"
your eyes darken and your hand slowly moves toward the spatula that rests against the counter top. dustin sucks in a breath, now out of spatula range, and watches with amazement as steve remains unphased. "you heard me, harrington."
steve notices the spatula now in your hand, and to dustins horror, he chuckles. "oh, like thats gonna hurt me, angel."
"did. you. steal. a. brownie?" you sneer at him, spatula raised and ready to throw.
"i. did. not." steve lies right through his teeth.
"you fucking liar!" a spatula flies through the air and dustin ducks as it collides against steves chest. "you know ive been working all day on them, youre supposed to ask me before taking anything that i bake!"
and there it is, the explosion that dustin had feared. he winces, youre terrifying when you shout, and yet steve only smiles.
"hey, i helped bake them. dont forget that."
dustin swears he sees your eye twitch. "im sorry?"
"apology accepted!" steve jumps over the counter and scoops you into his arms before you or dustin can even blink. he twirls you around, tickles your side as he spins you, and helplessly all you can do is giggle at his menacing attack. "oh, you dont sound so angry now, y/n!"
"s-stop!" youre breathless, and yet still you laugh as steve continues to dance you around the kitchen and tickle your neck with the side of his nose as he buries his face into your hair. you can feel him smile against your neck, and your heart skips a beat.
however, the fucker stole one of mikes brownies.
you shove against steves chest and free yourself from his grasp. you point a finger at him, stern despite your breathlessness from giggling. "no, im still mad at you!"
"im sorry, angel. i really am." steve grabs the finger aimed at his chest and draws you in yet again. he kisses the finger, soft and sweet, and you melt. the anger is gone, all thats left are your flushed cheeks. "i'll make it up to you, i promise."
dustin finds himself fascinated by this dance between the two of you.
it takes only a second before you accept his apology, which shocks dustin. if it were anyone else, youd hold this over their head all day, yet for steve your forgeivness seems to come naturally. "fine, but im making you crack all the eggs this time. my hands smell."
steve smiles at your demand, he agrees to the conditions, and silently the two of you begin prepping for the next batch of brownies.
dustin stands in the kitchen, completely forgotten about now, and hes baffled by whats just happened. hes never seen someone able to simultaneously anger yet maulify you so quickly. if it had been jonathan, you wouldve shaken your head at him and teased him, maybe flick your spatula at him, but the annoyance wouldve simmered for the rest of the day despite the forgiveness. there wouldve been no theatrical yelling, no ignited eyes and flushed cheeks.
but with steve, the anger diminishes with just a smile, a kiss to your finger. your cheeks are still red, your breathing is still slightly labored, and steve looks just as exhilarated as you do.
it strikes dustin, then, that hes never seen someone handle this side of you before.
its like steve knew how to push all the right buttons to get you to yell at him just so he could wrap you in his arms and make you laugh. distantly, dustin wonders if that had been steves plan all along; get you riled up just to leave you breathless with you in his arms to distract you from your exhaustion.
clearing his throat, dustin decides he should leave. youre whispering to steve softly now, more gigglings arising. "im going to my room, you guys are unbearable to be around."
"love you too!" both you and steve shout back at him, a practiced ease to it after doing this for months now.
dustin cant help but smile; his sister has met her match.
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little-fics · 3 years ago
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Bee
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony
Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue
Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk
Word count: 2.2K
A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer for my blog!
Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.
That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.
"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."
Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.
You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.
Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.
"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.
The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.
"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.
Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."
Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.
"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.
Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.
"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."
"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.
Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.
When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.
"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.
You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."
Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."
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nancyqueerler · 3 years ago
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A ronance idea: it's always Nancy protects Robin, but when Jason finally loses his mind and snatches the gun Nancy is holding, Steve jumps in and is knocked down after an unfair fight between a lunatic and a saint person, Nancy repeatedly steps back as Jason walks towards her as if hunting, a bottle suddenly flies to Jason's head and Nancy hears the familiar raspy voice: "GET AWAY FROM NANCE YOU JERK."
Or Robin doesn't know how to fight, but she will face a crazy boy who's two times bigger than her just to protect Nancy.
His veins bulged down his temple like jagged volts. So thick, so conspicuous, that Nancy could grab a needle and pinch it clean through. And she would have had he not just wrested the gun from her hands.
Jason Carver. Basketball team captain, and the school's recently-appointed golden boy. A wave of blond hair, a serrated jaw that jutted when he barked, and tight muscles that fit well with his letterman jacket; and with how they virtually quivered with seething red—a red that matched the once white of his eyes—it was unequivocal just how frenzied his brain must have been amid the chaos that Hawkins underwent. Now, standing before Nancy with rabid, whit-knuckled fists, gripping the shotgun with trembling rage, she reasoned that she should just make herself scarce. Find another gun and carry on. But, for some reason, her limbs had gone dead, disconnected from her mind.
"Well, Wheeler? Are they here or not?" He stomped forward, and Nancy did not move. Her ribs enclosed on her stomach; no words fell from her mouth.
"Answer me, damn it!" Down went his palm on the glass counter, loud as a thunderclap. Then, Nancy flinched. Her eyes flickered, dropped to the gun. She accepted that she was not getting it back, and even so, it's not like she could defeat him in a battle of strength.
Eyes were finding them—the last thing she desired was an audience.
"I—"
"The hell's going on here, huh?" Steve poked his head through, but Jason only grew more infuriated, and Nancy swore she saw his vein pulse.
And as though a hot flash had left her stone-blind momentarily, Steve's head had been pulled by a rough fist and hurled down on counter. A vicious crack fractured the air, and Nancy felt her ribs spread wildly. Eyes like saucers, she watched, shock-stricken, as Steve toppled.
Blood. There was blood on the counter, and there was blood tainting the fallen boy's now reddish-brown hair. Someone screamed, and it could have been Nancy, but she did not know. An uproar howled within the store, resounding off the walls of her skull.
Then, she acted. A second too late, yes, but she acted, which was better than two seconds late.
"What the hell—" Next thing she knew, she was crowded by screams and shouts, people scurrying in fear as if they weren't in a place selling firearms. She bent beside Steve, touching his gentle face. And her brain must have gone black for a moment, because Jason grabbed her by her elbow and yanked her back so hard that her back slammed against the edge of the counter.
Where the hell's the owner of this place? Or security, for fuck's sake! She attempted to jab at him, anywhere, but he dropped the gun and locked his other fist around her other arm.
"All you had to do was tell me where that freak's friends were. Why'd you have to make it an issue, Wheeler?" He leaned in close. Nancy could read the details of his burning eyes, and they were thrumming with fire.
"Let go of me, asshole!" she spat, teeth bared. Jason twitched.
"Just fucking tell me where the hell—"
"Go to hell!" She slammed her head against his; Jason staggered back, tumbling over Steve's legs. Catching her footing, she caressed her wrists and forehead, then crouched beside Steve again. And as she knew there was no way she could carry him out the store, Nancy attempted flinging his head side to side in hopes of bring light back into his eyes.
"Come on, come on, Steve..." she whispered, glancing at Jason, who was still recovering from the blow to the head.
The golden boy turned on his heel and looked down at Nancy. She bit down on her teeth, readied to face his worst. With a hulking heart, she reached for Steve's head and held it close under her arms.
Until she heard a familiar voice yell out like a war cry: "NAANNCYYYYY!" Robin came running up from behind Jason with some kind of bottle in hand. Jason had turned, but it was untimely, because Robin was already swinging down with the bottle. It impinged upon his head, glass shattering, airborne. Nancy quickly hid her face in her chest, consequently covering Steve's, and was showered in thick bits of shards.
A thud, a groan, then silence. Nancy dared to look, and what she saw left her breathless: a heaving Robin, anger fragmenting her beautiful face, with a beer bottle missing its bottom end.
Robin looked up from Jason's motionless body at Nancy.
"Are—Are you okay, Nance?" The girl dropped the bottle, it cracked on the floor, and dropped down beside Nancy. Robin studied her face, then Steve's, with a grimace twisting her lips.
"I'm okay, thank you... for that." Nancy jerked her chin as Jason. Robin nodded, seemingly numb by the adrenaline.
"Yeah... You had me real scared there." They began to pick up Steve's body, Nancy with her hands lugging him by the legs, and Robin lugging him by the arms.
"I was scared too, so, again, thank you, Robin." Nancy felt a spark in her chest that fizzled into a tiny, warm fire.
And, as though something in her brain unlocked, Robin's eyes widened, and she almost dropped Steve's limbs.
"Shit, you're bleeding!" Robin gestured with her eyes. Nancy then was utterly aware of the blood trickling from her brow.
"I'll clean it when we get to the trailer. Get your gun first, though."
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"Okay, let me just..." Robin wiped down Nancy's forehead. They were close, breaths brushing on each other's skin. The proximity was surely not necessary, but Robin's aid wasn't either, so Nancy was definitely not going to make a verbal note of it.
She was enjoying Robin's constellation of freckles up close.
"All..." Robin gulped thickly, withdrawing the cloth marginally. "All done."
"Thank you, Robin."
"Stop saying that, Nance."
"I mean it."
"I know." Robin stood back and fell on the seat beside Nancy. "So, whatcha gonna name your gun?"
Nancy arched a brow. "... I need to give it a name?"
"Yeah, duh! You'll get attached to it easier."
"Why would I want to get attached to it?"
"Because. C'mon, name it."
And so, Nancy pondered on names, though she already had a pinned-up idea.
"How about Buck?" Nancy's lips perked up in a smile.
"What for?"
"After you. Buck for Buckley." At that, Robin turned a shade of red that Nancy hadn't seen before. "Maybe I'll start calling you that, too."
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Thanks for the prompt, anon! Hope this was what you had in mind.
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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago
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Ignorant | Steve Rogers
Wow I was really going through it with this one, huh? I think I listened to Bring Me To Life by Evanescence for the entire two hours it took to write this. I never write this fast-- I'm really going through it LOL! I hope you enjoy lovelies! It's the first Steve fic for Dinner at DIzzy's!
Appetizers (Tags): Angst
Entres (Pairing): Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)
Sides (Prompts): 3: “Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”
Notes: This has a ton of swearing, Requested by Anon
Word Count: 1.8k
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“Just because you’re the leader here doesn’t mean you have the right to be an asshole, Steve!” Y/n hisses at the man, fists balled at her side.
She’s not going to swing. She would never swing on him— at least she doesn’t think she would— but right now she’s so damn close. All day he’s been pushing her around, yelling at her for the slightest trip ups. Yelling at all of them. She understands that being fugitives isn’t easy but holy shit can the man chill out for five minutes? She fell asleep in the backseat of the car for five fucking minutes! Certainly that doesn’t warrant the hour tongue lashing she just got. It does, however, warrant her retaliation.
He takes a step towards her, face twisted in a snarl unlike anything she’s ever seen before. “Watch your language!”
She doesn’t back down— she’s not scared of him. “Don’t fucking yell at me then! Stop being a dick!”
She doesn’t feel bad for the insult or the way he flinches, his eyes darkening immensely. She had tried to politely ask him for space thirty minutes ago and he didn’t give her any. If he gets to blow off steam or whatever the fuck he’s doing than so will she.
“I’ll stop being a dick when you get some common sense!”
Steve’s raising his own voice now, getting right in her face, and she only pushes forward, her cheeks filling with heat and her stomach clenching painfully. The audacity of this man is incredible. His usual light eyes are a deep navy color now, almost black from his blown pupils. He looks crazy— she doesn’t doubt that she does as well. She would bet money that she looks insane.
“I fell asleep for five fucking minutes and Sam was right fucking next to me! What the fuck is your problem?” She’s doing it on purpose now— if he doesn’t want her to swear then that’s all she’s going to do.
Maybe it’s the triple F-bomb that has the sound of feet pounding against concrete echoing through their shoddy apartment. Maybe it’s just the yelling in general. Either way it’s a good thing that Natsaha and Sam come sprinting in from the other room of the two room complex because if they hadn’t then she’s sure her fist would be cracking against the jaw of Captain Douchebag right now.
“Woah, woah, woah— what the hell’s going on in here?” Sam is quick to get in the middle of them, pushing the super soldier to one end of the room while Nat yanks on y/n’s hoodie. “We could hear you idiots from the stairwell.”
Y/n struggles against Nat for a moment, vision tinted red at the edges. From across the room Steve glares at her, seething. She can practically feel the hatred pouring off of him. It stings at her chest, biting into her veins. He would have kept yelling at her if they hadn’t stopped him, she just knows it. She wishes he would so she could scream back— her stomach and muscles are still tight and she’s aching to lay into him some more. She barely even started and now she feels like she’s about to bubble over.
“Seriously—” Nat tugs again and y/n stops fighting, opting instead to glower at the blonde from across the room— “What’s gotten into you two? You’re supposed to be the responsible ones!”
Steve tears his arm from Sam’s hold but doesn’t clear the space between them. “Why don’t you ask y/n—” he tilts his head, sneering again— “What was it you said ten minutes ago? Oh yeah— apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”
Why that little fucking— “Don’t put fucking words in my mouth!”
She storms past Natasha, dodging her arm as it flies out— you’re not the only trained markswoman here Nat. Steve does the same, bowling past Sam easily to meet her in the middle of the room.
“Why not? It’s what you meant right?” He’s in her face again, breath hot on her face, and she only retaliates by fuming right back.
She feels like a dragon facing down her enemy— she’s ready to burn the entire building down if it means lowering him a peg or five.
“Actually it wasn’t but now it is you narcissistic dick.”
She can feel Natasha start to pull on her hoodie again but she’s not done— not now. Not when she’s just gotten started.
“You just can’t handle hearing the truth y/n— you can’t handle it when I tell you what you did was wrong. That you could have gotten us fucking killed with your ignorance—”
Her veins flood with fire, her lips curling into a painful scowl. In that moment everything turns slow, her heartbeat a dull thump, thump, thump in her ears, drowning out the rest of his sentence. The only thing that gives away that he’s still speaking is his mouth moving, his teeth bared and ready to be knocked out.
Oh so she’s ignorant now is she? Yeah well fuck you Rogers!
This time the only thing that stops her fist from slamming into Steve’s jaw is Sam catching it mid air, her knuckles slapping off his palm and bringing the sounds in the room rushing back to her at full force. She stumbles back with the impact but the soldier catches her, steadying her on her feet with a worried look in his soft brown eyes. It feels like she’s been underwater for days, her ears popping painfully as she gasps for breath.
“—s enough Steve!” When y/n blinks Nat is shoving her palm against the super soldier’s chest. “You need to back the hell off!”
She doesn’t realize until her eyelashes stick to her cheeks that they’re wet. That she’s crying. The sobs catch up to her when it registers, wracking through her with a force strong enough to have her whole body shaking. Sam is the first to notice, reaching out for her but she backs away, shaking her head. The room falls silent, three pairs of eyes now trained on her but she’s only looking at one pair of wide blue ones. Steve’s chest is heaving up and down, a cross between a feral and a confused look slathered across his features.
The look ignites the last of the dying spark inside her, her hand landing against her chest, wrapping around the dog tags hanging off her neck and yanking until she hears a snap. She waits for the chain to pool in her hands before she whips the metal across the room, hitting him square in the chest with a roar that’s more animal than human tearing from her throat— you wanted flames and now you’re going to get them.
“I’m ignorant? Me? Did you ever stop to ask yourself why the fuck I fell asleep today?” She slips her hands into her hair, tugging so hard on the roots that her scalp feels like it’s burning. “How about because last night you came back from scouting three hours late and looking like you got mauled by a fucking bear? And I asked you what happened and you wouldn't tell me a goddamn thing! You— Mister fucking super serum whatever the fuck! You just went to bed and I spent the rest of the night listening to you gasp for air! Not knowing if the shit was even working or if I was going to wake up to you gone! I—”
Her voice cracks and she curses, scraping her wrist across her face to wipe away some of the hot tears pooling down her cheeks. They feel like trails of lava melting her skin as they rush over her jaw and drip onto the floor. Steve’s face has morphed completely during the span of her rant, his mouth falling open, lips no longer busted open like they had been last night but still horrifying to look at right now. She knows he wants to say something— maybe he even wants to apologize— but there’s no fucking way she’s letting him. She’s not finished yet.
“I spent all night wondering if I was going to lose you! That I would wake up and have nothing! You’re my everything and I thought you were going to die and you wouldn’t tell me anything. So yeah, I guess I’m ignorant! Fuck you too.”
Her throat is raw by the time she’s done spitting the words at him, her head fuzzy from a lack of oxygen and her waning rage. It’s giving way too quickly to sadness— to the agonizing kind of heartbreak that has all her organs seemingly shutting down. Her face is sticky and itchy and she needs to get away from him right now.
She turns to meet the stunned faces of Sam and Nat, swallowing hard and wincing at the way her esophagus stings. She’s not going to have a voice at all tomorrow— or for the next week at this rate. Sam’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head from how wide they are, his mouth open but— like Steve— no words are coming out. She flicks her eyes to Nat who, thankfully, springs into action, nodding her head to the door, the question clear in her eyes— want to get the fuck out of here? Y/n doesn’t answer, she just starts walking.
It’s in that moment that Steve snaps out of his stupor, racing to catch her at the door, warm hand curling gently around her wrist. She doesn’t even give herself a second to enjoy it— to fall into his touch and forget the agony in her chest— before she’s ripping her arm away from him, cradling it against her chest and backing away from him.
“Baby I—” His face is tight, his light brows creasing the middle of his forehead.
She can see it— the regret. It carves across his face, tugging his lips into a frown and making his eyes glass over. Her chest squeezes at the sight, her own eyes coating with a fresh sheen of tears. She wants to wrap her arms around him— to tell him that she forgives him and that she loves him and that she’s scared— but he did this not her and before she knows it she’s taking another step back, shoulder bumping into Nat’s as she shakes her head.
“I’m sleeping with Nat tonight. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Night, Steve.”
Steve’s face falls, the first of his tears pooling down his now angelic face, and as she hesitates. Maybe she should— she feels a tug on her hand, glancing down to where Natasha’s slender fingers wrap around her forearm. She doesn’t have the strength to fight her comrade as she pulls her past the door frame.
As the super soldier falls from her line of sight all she can hear is Sam’s exhausted voice—
“Let her go, man.”
—and she breaks.
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bailey-whalieee · 5 years ago
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Till the End of the Line
Nothing could cure the problem she had inside her head, except maybe two super soldiers.
Request: stucky x reader where the reader is under the weather but tries to hide it from them w loads of mind numbing fluff :) @colourforanamee​
Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky
Words: 3562
Warnings: PTSD, drowning, torture, panic attacks, angst, & fluff.
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It’s been six weeks since the avengers lost one of their best teammates. It’s been six weeks of Steve and Bucky being on constant edge because they miss their girlfriend. It’s been six long weeks of them missing her laughter and jokes.
Y/n had been taken by hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. had no information on it. So, of course, what did the avengers do? They all worked day and night to try and find out where the hell they had taken her.
Six weeks ago they had nothing and now they were twenty-five minutes away from the bunker where she was being held. Anxiousness filled them to the brim. None of them had any idea what they were going to walk into. It only furthered Bucky and Steve’s worry.
What did they do to their girl?
Was she going to be okay?
Would she still be herself?
“ETA about seven minutes now. We’re landing about five miles away from the facility,” Tony announced, “let’s get our little ray of sunshine back!”
Bucky peered up to Steve, a worried glint covering his eyes. Steve grabbed his hand in reassurance before saying, “it’ll be okay, Buck. Let’s go get our girl back.”
She screamed until her throat became raw.
Y/n’s throat bled for weeks after that. The first week was absolute hell and no matter how hard she tried to withhold the screams they always escaped.
Now, nothing even came out if she opened her mouth to shout or scream. They really enjoyed hearing her beg and plead. It was sickening how much blood she watched drip onto the floor.
They broke her. Scarred her.
Y/n didn’t even want to look at Volkov. He was the master-mind behind the whole project. He captured her, tortured her, watched her scream, writhe, beg, plead.. And not once did he even flinch.
He wore this noxious smirk that made her cringe every time she glanced towards him. Volkov was an evil man.
At first, Y/n put up her front and refused to be scared of the man for the sake of her team. Then it took an absolute turn for the worst. The methods of torture he practiced on her were from hell itself.
But, Volkov’s favorite was the water chamber. It consisted of drowning and suffocation. The iciness of the water would force her breaths to be short and slowly the tank would fill up until full and then the real fun would begin. Y/n’s first time in the chamber traumatized her.
She punched at the glass and struggled in the restraints. Y/n learned to fear water after the recurrence of the chamber.
Her arms were strung together by a rusty chain. She hung loosely in the air of the hydra building. Y/n was used to the constant aching her body forced her through. It became the norm for random parts of her body to shake and shudder from the pain.
After the second week, Y/n’s hope began to dim and fear overthrew her mind. She was just a scared little girl who wanted nothing more than to go home.
“Hmm.. My little pet, they seem to be trying to steal you back from me. We can’t have that can we?” Volkov growled, throwing out commands left and right at the hydra soldiers.
Y/n’s head cocked to the side and a smirk found its way on her war battered face. “They will always come after me. You’ll lose. Dogs like you always lose,” she croaked out, letting out a broken laugh.
An angry snarl drew from the hydra officer’s mouth and he began to shout, “kill them! Fucking murder them all! I want to see his brains splattered on the ground! Do it!”
The soldiers were dropping like flies. The avengers were out for blood and it was blood they were going to get. They wanted her back and no matter what it took, she was leaving that hydra facility, even if it meant murdering every single son-of-a-bitch in the building.
Volkov’s realization tumbled down on him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
“You know.. Y/n.. My little pet, you do know what this means, right?” he cocked his eyebrow making eye contact with the frail woman, “I always get what I want and Y/n, I want them to see life leave your eyes as those worthless avengers struggle to save you. If I can’t have you, no one can, little pet. I mean that.”
Her face fell. The sudden awareness hit her square in the face.
“No, no, no, no..” feebly flew from her mouth as a chamber was lowered below her feet.
His cackle suddenly filled the room, “and you know what’s going to be the best part? They are going to watch you suffer and drown, while I escape forever haunting you.” Her feet sank into the cold glass encased prison.
“Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this,” she pleaded, her hand banging against the glass, “don’t do this- You’re better than this! Please- I’m begging you, don’t do this!”
The intensely chilled water slowly added up in the bottom of the chamber. She cringed and harsh breaths escaped her lips.
He rolled his eyes, “no I’m not. I’ll never be better than this. I quite like being like this. Goodbye, my little pet. Lock the perimeter, and get me the hell out of here.”
A nauseating feeling settled deeply in her stomach. What if, this time is the last time?
The water was now knee height and panic set in. Volkov had fled. The team was probably right outside the barricaded perimeter. And Y/n was going to die, alone.
“NO! Dammit! Not like this! No! NO!” she pounded on the glass, screaming once more. Tears flew down her flushed cheeks. The water only continued to fill the encasement and further her screaming. “Please, no..”
The door flew off the hinges and the avengers filed in. One by one, they each came running in. Relief flooded Y/n’s being until she saw the horrified expression on each of their faces. The water was barely past her chin and the exhaustion of trying to stay above the water began to set in.
Her small fists striked the chamber, trying to break the glass. “Y/n! Honey, I need you to stay calm! We are going to get you out of here, okay sunshine?” Tony gave her a small smile.
Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. She tilted her head towards the tops of the chamber trying to gulp down the last bits of oxygen she had before the water completely filled the tank.
“Please, help me. I can’t do this aga-” and the water finally filled the tank to the brim. Fear overran logic at this point.
Everything blurred and she could hear their panicked voices and see their crazed movements. She tried to remain calm for their sake, but all she could feel was ice cold the water was. She let out a scream through the water and thrashed against the restraints.
Y/n wanted out.
She wanted to breathe.
Then a familiar metal fist came crashing through the chamber and the water flooded out. Gasps forced themselves out of her mouth as oxygen finally refilled the tank. She fell limply into Bucky’s arms, as he pulled her from the overflowing chamber.
“You’re okay, dollface. You’re okay, baby. You’re safe now,” he shushed, patting the small of her back.
She heaved the water that forced itself down her throat. The group let out a breath they didn’t even know they were all holding in.
Steve and Bucky crouched down comforting the gasping woman. A strangled cry escaped her as she leaned into their embrace. They didn’t even care that she was soaking wet, Steve and Buck just wanted to hold her.
They took in her appearance. Her clothing had been ripped in different places and there had been a sudden change in her weight. She was small and her skin clinged to her bones like she was a skeleton. Her eyes were dull and no longer holding life. She looked half dead..
“Oh thank the gods,” Steve muttered holding onto the shivering girl, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Y/n basked in his hold. She wasn’t okay, but right now, Y/n felt like she had nothing to fear.
“Where’s the son-of-a-bitch?” Tony growled, looking around the emptied facility.
“H-he escaped,” she rasped out, everyone wincing at how painful her voice sounded.
Steve shook his head, “he will pay for what he did, honey. Right now, we need to get you back to the quinjet before you get hypothermia.”
Bucky shrugged off his M-65 field jacket and placed it on Y/n’s shoulders. The jacket practically swallowed her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he immediately cut her off, “shush. We got you back, I’m not losing you to hypothermia, Y/n.”
Y/n was squished against Steve’s chest with Bucky following closely beside him. She just wanted to go home.
When they arrived back to the jet, Steve and Bucky wanted an immediate evaluation from JARVIS. Y/n was given new clothes and a warm blanket from Natasha, who gave her a soft smile.
“Well, Ms. Y/L/N is suffering from malnutrition and a condition called hypoxia, which can be dangerous if not treated. She needs oxygen as soon as possible, her oxygen is too low for her body,” the AI system paused, “unfortunately, Ms. Y/L/N is also suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.”
She refused to look at anyone in the room after the diagnosis. Y/n kept her eyes trained on her hands. The silence was deafening to her, she had driven herself mad in the dungeon where Volkov kept her.
“What’s the fastest you can get up back to the tower?” Steve asked, his forehead creasing with worry.
“Forty-seven minutes, Captain.”
PTSD. A monster that both Steve and Bucky knew very well. “Dammit,” Bucky muttered to himself, settling next to Y/n.
Y/n’s eyes were getting increasingly heavier and the waves of tiredness came stronger each time. She didn’t want to fall into sleep though. Steve was taking note of the action seeing as she would refuse to shut her eyes and fall asleep.
He took a seat next to Y/n laying a soft hand on her back. She flinched at the touch, but calmed when she realized it was just Steve.
“You can fall into sleep, sweetheart. We’ll always be right here to catch you,” he reminded her, running his hand up and down her spine.
She nodded, “just scared.”
“I know baby, but we’ll be right here. Don’t you worry about a thing because we gotcha’,” Bucky smiled, kissing her forehead, “now lay down on Stevie’s lap and rest.”
Her face held hesitance and she looked towards the captain for affirmation. He rolled his eyes and opened his arms wide, “come’ere.”
Y/n’s head fell softly into his lap and Bucky situated the blanket around her, making sure she was comfortable. Steve’s hand weaved itself in her hair, running through the mess trying to calm the apprehensive women in his lap. Bucky was tracing patterns on her exposed calf that had been battered and bruised.
The team counted their lucky stars. Y/n was safe and back with the men who loved her most. This is where she belonged. This was her family.
Soft snores erupted from the girl who was snuggled in the captain and sergeant’s lap.
“We got our sunshine back and they got their whole world back,” Natasha whispered to Tony, admiring the sleeping trio.
A soft grin fell upon the billionaires lips, “you bet your ass we did and I’d do it all over again for our sunshine. Always.”
It had been months of mental and physical rehabilitation. Months of sudden panic attacks because of random loud noises and flashbacks. But, Y/n put every effort forth to get better and to become her old self.
Some days were harder than others, but she learned to live with the difficulty. The triggers were becoming easier for the team to recognize and help prevent. Y/n’s life had just started to become normal, she was able to join missions and kick ass once again.
Steve and Bucky had never been so proud of their girl. Even through the hell she suffered, Y/n continued to persevere and put effort forth to get better.
Y/n first solo mission had gone great until a familiar ugly face popped back up. The mission itself was simple, get the vile, and get the hell out. Simple. Easy.
That was until Y/n found Volkov’s little hiding place and she saw him. She finished the mission, but the woman was on edge. Her core had been shook and when Y/n entered the jet, she lost it.
The memories, the cold, the chamber, it all came flooding back and all the repair she did to withhold the torture, burst. Like an ugly hurricane it came back and it flooded her mind.
She kept herself in check once she left the jet and finally arrived  home where the team awaited eagerly.
“Sunshine!”
“You’re back! How was it?”
“Did ya miss the thrill?”
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
Steve could read her like a book and Bucky could too. They read her every emotion as soon as she stepped off the jet and onto the hangar. The anxiousness radiated off of her and it fogged her mind.
“I’m fine. It went fine. Here’s the vile,” she muttered, tossing Bruce the vile, “I need to take a shower.”
She pushed through the group of eager super humans and headed towards the bedroom she shared with Steve and Bucky. Her body was on fire and the stealth suit kept sucking the oxygen out of her.
Y/n eventually peeled the suit off and headed towards the shower. Steve and Bucky had reached their bedroom and could hear the water running. It calmed them slightly.
“Maybe she just had a rough mission back?” Buck muttered, running a hand down Steve’s spine.
Steve sighed, shaking his head, “I hope so..”
Y/n stared at the water. It taunted her. She had yet to actually step into the shower, but she continued to have an internal battle with it. “C’mon Y/n, don’t be a sissy. It’s just water. It’s just water.”
Finally gaining the courage, Y/n felt the water’s temperature and shockingly it was warm. Her hands gripped onto the railing and steaming hot water washed over her aching body. The first month of rehabilitation, Steve and Bucky would coax her into the water keeping her at bay because of the PTSD and anxiety.
It was sweet and both of them had no complaints, only love and compassion for her.
The water trickled down her face and body, numbing the memories forever stamped into her brain. Y/n wished she could forget. She wanted to forget all the screaming and begging, but she would never forget.
Steve and Bucky sat on their bed, hand in hand, soft smiles on their faces. Bucky pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s gruff cheek.
“Told ya it was just a tough first mission back,” Buck smirked, ruffling the Captain’s hair to which he rolled his eyes.
“For once, I’m actually glad you were right,” Steve grinned, a light pink hue appearing on his cheeks from the affection. Bucky snickered, laying his head on his shoulder enjoying the warmth the blonde was giving off.
Y/n got so lost in her thoughts that the water had grown cold. A ripple of goosebumps erupted spreading all over her body. Air caught itself in the back of her throat as the water grew colder and further reminded her of the lonely hell she once lived in.
And suddenly, Y/n lost the ability to even hold herself up. She crashed down onto the tub-floor in a heap of sobs and gasps. Her mind was thrown into the chamber and she was no longer with Steve or Bucky. Water poured over her shaking body.
“STOP IT! NO! STOP!” she shouted, her fists bangining against her skull.
The shouts could be heard from outside the door, clearly. It made Steve and Bucky immediately run and practically break down the bathroom door. They found her clutching her knees to her chest, tears running rampant down her cheeks, and begging to be spared from whatever the hell was going through her mind.
Bucky grabbed her drenched body out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel, hoping to calm her. She thrashed in the towel and his arms.
“No, no, no, no.. No more! I don’t want it! I don’t want it! Stop!” she pleaded, sobbing.
“Y/n, baby! Hey-hey-hey! Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself! What’s going on, doll?” Steve grabbed her wrists to prevent her from hitting her head.
Her breaths came out ragged and harsh. Bucky pulled back the sopping wet hair that stuck to her face so they could look at her properly.
“Sweetheart, you gotta calm down. I know you’re scared, but honey, Stevie and I need you to breathe,” Bucky shushed, holding her close to him.
She trembled and tried to focus, but failed.
“I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t,” she repeated, gasping on the oxygen. Her face began to pale and tears welled up in her eyes. “I saw him- He was there. I just- What if he saw me??” she sputtered, fear coursing through her veins, “oh my god! He saw me- I don’t wanna go back, please- Bucky, Stevie don’t send me back!”
“Doll, Stevie and I aren’t going to let anyone take you away from us ever again. You know that? Darling, I can promise that you are safe here. I need you to focus, Y/n. Focus on breathing,” Bucky coaxed, cupping her cheeks in his hands.
Her shaky hands found themselves on Bucky and Steve’s chest, focusing on their breathing. She calmed the war in her mind and finally began to breathe normally again. Tears continued to leak down her cheeks, but Y/n gained control of her breathing.
“It was the water.. The water was super cold and then I saw him today and it all came rushing back,” she whispered looking at the two men.
Steve engulfed her in a warm hug not caring about how damp she still was before peppering her head with kisses. “You are so strong and both of us are so proud of you. You are the strongest woman we know and despite it all, you remained the sunshine in the darkness. Doll, we love you and your progress is getting much better!” he praised, kissing her once more, “and listen to me, no matter what we are always going to find you and we will always love you, even if it means going to hell and back to find you.”
A broken smile appeared on her lips and her eyes got continually watery. “You really mean that?”
Bucky chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, “of course we do, doll. You’re absolutely extraordinary and beautiful and strong and gorgeous. No one deserves to go through what you went through, but you did not once give up. You have no idea how proud of you we are.”
Y/n leaped into both of the men’s lap wrapping her arms around them. They immediately savored the closeness and love.
“C’mon sunshine, let’s get you in a shirt and then we can cuddle and watch that movie with the little yellow bear in it!” Steve smiled before securing the towel and throwing the women over his shoulder, making sure to carefully do it.
“You mean, Winnie the Pooh?” she scrunched her nose at the captain.
A load of giggle fell from her lips as Bucky made a series of funny faces towards her. Y/n began to forget about the horrors and focus on the two wonders before her. Steve and Bucky. The two men who would sacrifice anything to make her happy.
“Lift up your arms, dollface,” Bucky instructed softly. He tugged the red henley over her head, where it flowed down to about mid-thigh. “Look at how adorable she is, Stevie? What an adorable little doll,” he gushed, his fingers running along her jawline.
“Oh I know, Buck. She is just stunning,” Steve admired.
Bucky hoisted her in between the two of them. Y/n was squished against the two soldiers, but she didn’t mind it one bit. They were both radiators and put off so much heat, she thoroughly enjoyed the heat.
“Stevie, Buck,” she whispered, grasping each of their hands.
Steve paused his search for the movie and gave her his full attention, Bucky doing the same.
“I love you guys. Till the end of the line.”
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waiting4inspiration · 6 years ago
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Panic (The Team x Reader)
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Summary: When you discover that you have powers, you start to freak out and things don’t go so well around you. The team take it to make sure that you know that they’ll help you learn how to control them and how much you’re a part of their family
Warnings: slight angst, fluffy, be prepared to cry…there are mentions of a slight panic attack… idk anymore
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It happened on your way back home from school. You had stopped at a small convenience store to pick up a few things before going to the Avengers Compound. They had taken you in when Natasha took a huge liking towards you - and when she saw how agile you were she saw potential - and you became the youngest person on the team. Besides Peter, of course.
Though, you weren’t sure if Peter could be considered a part of the team considering how he’s 15 and Tony keeps trying to limit his involvement, saying how he needs to focus on other things first; like school.
Tony had also used that lecture on you but you had Nat and Wanda’s support, putting him down and saying that you only had a few months left of school left because you’re a senior. Honestly, you were looking forward to leaving school and focusing on being an official member of the team. 
Scanning the shelves for what you’re looking for, you let out a sigh when you have to settle for something else. Th sound of the bell ringing to signal that someone has walked in makes you head perk up and you see the top of the door open and close.
Thinking that it’s just a normal customer, you grab the item off the shelf and head towards the counter to pay for it. When you walk out from the high shelves and lift your head up at the cashier, you see a masked face pointing a gun at them before they turn towards you. 
“Put down the gun, man,” you say, lifting your hands in the air when he points the weapon at you and tells you to shut up. Slight panic washes over your body as you see his hands tremble. When the sound of police sirens reaches your ears, you flinch when the burglar pulls the trigger.
When noting happen, you open your eyes slowly and see the bullet hovering a few inches in front of your face. Your hands are surrounded in a reddish haze, somewhat similar to when Wanda uses her powers. The masked man stares at you in shock before walking back towards the door. 
Something inside you snaps, telling you that he can’t get away. So, you envision taking a hold of him. The red haze hovers around his body, preventing him from moving and you start to freak out at the sight of your hands glowing. When you try to flick the haze away, you end up throwing the man across the room and hitting the wall on the other side of the store. 
Covering your mouth with your hands - that have now stopped glowing - you gasp when he falls to the ground and ceases to move before you stare at the cashier in shock. The sound of the police cars starts to get louder and you know you have to get out. 
Running out of the door, you find that the cars are a lot closer than what you thought, you freeze in front of the door as the cops point their guns at you, shouting that you put your hands in the air. 
But you’re too afraid that the same thing that happened in the store will happen again if you take your hands out of your pockets. “Put your hands in the air! Now!” one cop shouts, making you pull you shaky hands out. 
Everything starts off fine. Until your hands get about half-way up in the air. That’s when the cops in front of you along with their guns and the cars start to levitate in the hair with that haze surrounding your hands once again. 
Your eyes widen in shock and you quickly close your hands into fists and unintentionally making everything fall to the ground. “Oh my God,” you whisper to yourself, glancing up when a helicopter flies over your head. Glancing at the cops pushing themselves off the ground, you take this chance to escape, slipping into an alley and running before anyone can try and catch up with you. 
When you’re sure that you’re safe, you lean against the brick wall behind you and pant as you try bring yourself to term as to what the hell happened. Pulling our hand out of your hair that you’re gripping, you stare at your palms that shake.
You’re phone rings, startling you and making a garbage can fly through the air. Taking a sharp breath, you pull out your phone and sigh in relief when you see Steve’s caller ID. Answering the call, you press the phone to your ear and you finally let out a sob.
“(Y/n), what’s going on? Where are you?” he questions, worry lacing his voice as you lean your head against the wall behind you. 
You sob out and clench your hand against your forehead. “I don’t know. Steve, something happened and I freaking out,” you say, staring back at your hand. “And I might have killed someone, I don’t know,” you ramble, thinking about the burglar and how still he was before you run out the store. 
“Okay, just calm down…”
“That’s not helping me, Steve!” you hiss back, gasping when the haze returns to your hands. “I’ve just turned into a criminal now and the cops are probably looking for me right now,” you ramble out, sobbing when objects start hovering around you again. 
“(Y/n), listen to me. I’m coming to get, okay. Just stay where you are. I’ll be there in five minutes,” he says. You nod at his words and shut your eyes to avoid seeing the red glow surrounding you. 
You kept your eyes shut the entire time. When Steve placed his hands on your shoulders, you panicked and pushed him away from you. Realizing that it’s him, you let out a sigh of relief and fall into his chest. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” you sob as Steve wraps his arms around you to comfort you before walking you to the car and taking you to the compound.
At the compound, you explain everything to the team. You keep your hands in tight fists and your eyes glued to them as you leg bounces in anxiety. You tell them about the burglar, the bullet, how you stopped it right in front of your face and how you might have killed him by throwing him across the store, how you made the cops and their cars lift into the air as if there was no such thing as gravity, and even about the garbage can that flew through the air as if something had possessed it. 
“And you’ve never done something like this before?” Tony questions, making you lift your gaze up at him.
“No, Tony. I’ve never done something like otherwise, I wouldn’t be freaking out right now!” you sneer at him, looking at Wanda as she lets out a gasp. Following her gaze to your hands, you find the glowing once again making you shoot up from your seat and folding your arms, hiding your hands under your arms as you frantically search for something that has lifted in the air or something to that effect. 
Clint calls out your name, making your head snap towards him. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” he says, taking a tentative step towards you. 
“That’s easy for you to say, Clint. You didn’t kill someone,” you mutter, frowning at him with a small shake of your head. “You didn’t wake up a normal person and by the end of the day have supernatural powers that just spaz out whenever they feel like it.” Dropping your hands to your side, your eyes catch an unoccupied seat lift slightly into the air along with some other things that are far from you on the other side of the room. 
Wanda quickly steps forward and grabs your hands, forcing you to look at her. “Your powers are controlled by your emotions. You have to calm down,” she soothers, making you close your eyes as she uses her own powers to calm your mind. As you slowly breathe in and out, your hands stop glowing and things go back to normal.
“I have no idea what I’m going to do,” you sob, dropping your head between your shoulders as the team makes their way towards you. “I don’t know anything about this stuff.”
“Luckily, Wanda does,” Bruce state beside you, making our head perk up at him. “She can teach you how to control your powers.”
Looking back at Wanda, she gives you a positive nod. Chuckling in relief, you look back down at the ground. “What about the burglar? And the cops?” you question, looking back up at the team. 
“Nothing that a billionaire, philanthropist, playboy can’t handle,” Tony smirks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You’re part of this family. We’re not going to let anything bad happen to you.”
The rest of the team nods at his words. “You guys are the best,” you chuckle, smiling at each of them as the tears disappear from your eyes. 
I loved this idea so much, I got so carried away with it and it ended up longer than I thought it would be…
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Of Two Minds Pt.03
You’re Both Mine
05/08/2019                    Support Me on Ko-fi
Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve          Word Count: 5,297
Masterpost     Warnings: light smut, touching, groping, kissing, language, minor violence, angst
A/N: I decided to keep this one somewhat short so that I could just focus on Bucky’s reaction to the reader’s question from the previous chapter. I hope you all like it. I had quite a bit of fun with this one. As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo P.S. Let me know what your favorite part/s are! I love knowing exactly what you all enjoyed.
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The sickening crunch as Bucky’s right fist smashes against Steve’s nose is stomach churning.
“No!” You scramble forward, shoving yourself between them as Steve tumbles back. He’s hunched over and it gives you a good angle to pull away his hands to look at his nose and are glad to see that he’s not bleeding. “You’re okay.”
It’s almost an exclamation of relief.
“Get out of his way, Y/N.” Steve tries to scoop you out of the way, his hands gentle on your hips and his touching you seems to anger Bucky more.
He lunges forward and you turn to place your hands on his chest, moving towards him to keep him away from Steve.
“Bucky, please.” Bucky’s hands grip your hips hard. He looks down at you, staring into your eyes, searching for something.
What he finds, what you’re feeling, is nothing but love and fear. You don’t want to lose Bucky. You love him. So much. Unbearably. You reach up and place your hands on the sides of his face.
“I’m sorry. I should have stopped him, and I didn’t. I-I didn’t want to.” You admit and you can see the flicker of pain flash across his face. “Oh, Bucky, I’m sorry. I just-”
Bucky’s eyes zoom in over your head again, finding Steve where he’s standing as still as he possibly can.
“I shouldn’t have tried anything.” Steve’s even tone offers. “I’m sorry, too.”
Bucky flexes his jaw, and you drop your hands down along the sides of his neck.
You let the silence stand, allowing whatever emotions or unsaid words passing between Bucky and Steve to be said.
They’re quiet for so long, heavy breathing, rising wide shoulders only to fall with sigh after sigh. Because you don’t know what else to do with yourself, you hug Bucky. You wrap your arms around him around his chest, your hands splayed along his back as the searing silence continues.
Laying your cheek against his chest, you shut your eyes and focus on his heart. It’s beating wildly. Hard. The longer the silence lasts, the steadier it becomes until finally it settles into his resting rate. A smooth thump, thump, thump, so familiar now from laying on his naked chest, every night since the moment the two of you had come together.
Now that he’s calm, you lean back to look at him and find him still staring at Steve, but his expression is different. His fury is gone. He’s staring at Steve with a mixture of wonder and regret.
“Steve?” You finally speak, your voice light and careful.
He shifts behind you and you let Bucky go, letting your hand trail along his metal arm until your hand can grab his. You find Steve staring, worried. His storm blue eyes full of trepidation. Reluctantly you move to Steve, Bucky doesn’t let you go. He moves with you, tethered by your hand.
You reach with your left hand to caress the side of Steve’s face and hear Bucky’s slow intake of breath and then his slow release.
“Can you give me and Bucky some time?” You ask, taking your hand back and chastising yourself for giving in to the sorrow in Steve’s eyes. “We just need a minute.”
“Yeah.” Steve nods, his eyes shifting up to Bucky. “Of course.”
It’s like your heart is torn in two as he leaves. Half of it following after him to comfort him not only for the hit he took but for the reality of the situation that welcomed the two of you here at home.
He disappears into his bedroom and you finally turn back to Bucky. He’s still watching after Steve but with him gone now, you look down at his right hand. You reach of it and your touch brings his attention back to you.
He blinks, the small confused pucker between his eyes unbearably adorable—as always. His knuckles are red but otherwise there’s no sign of his having punched Steve.
“I wish you hadn’t punched him.” You sigh and then pull him towards the sofa of the small living room attached to the floor the three of you live on. You sit first and then pull him down next to you.
“He touched you.” Bucky explains and you nod because he has a right to be angry. You’d hoped to break things to him slowly, but he started asking questions so quickly that your lips just spilled all their secrets.
~~~~~~~~~~
“My Steve?!” He asks again, slightly shouting.
You turn startled eyes on the hangar crew and they glance towards the two of you with interest.
“Shh, Bucky.” You reach down and take his hand and pull him towards the elevator. You push the button and turn to look at his disbelieving face.
“You’re not joking?”
“Bucky…I know that this isn’t exactly normal. And before you make up your mind, I’d really like the chance to explain. Will you let me explain?” You plead, worried that he might get so angry that he’ll break up with you immediately and you can’t have that. You would die. Now that you’ve had him, how can you live without him?
The elevator dings and the doors open. The two of you move in. He waits until the door is shut, silver blue eyes sharp and calculating as he thinks fast and hard. You can almost see the cogs in his head turning.
“Bucky?” You probe, careful to keep your tone gentle and free of fear but a little seeps in there anyway.
“You love Steve?” He asks, turning towards you with a deeply furrowed brow. Confusion like this you’ve never seen. Not on Bucky.
“Yes.” You confess, your voice weakened by the strain of the emotions coursing through you. “I do. So much, Bucky. Almost as much as I love you.”
“Why now?” He demands, pointing down at the ground with his metal finger. “Why are you asking me for this now?”
“You-You don’t mind it?” The spark of relief is small and dull at the idea that he’s not demanding to know how you can possibly ask him to share you but rather why you’re asking him for it now.
“Why now, Y/N? Why not when we started dating?” He asks, his voice stern, all Sergeant, no Bucky.
“I-Something happened while we were on mission.” You admit.
“What happened while you were on mission?”
You blink, startled as he takes several steps towards you until you’re pressed against the wall, the bar of the elevator digging into the small of your back.
“What happened, Y/N?” He demands, his wide chest heaving up and down as he breathes deep and long through his nose.
“Steve saw that I wasn’t sleeping well, and he asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I missed you, that I’d gotten used to sleeping beside you but that wasn’t the only thing bothering me because he’s been acting so different lately like not talking to me and avoiding being alone with me and he just wasn’t being the Steve that I know and we’ve been friends for so long so I asked him what was bothering him and he-”
“What happened?!” Bucky nearly shouts, his voice high, his hands tight around your biceps as he gives you a small shake.
You flinch, knowing that once you say it you can never take it back and you might lose him and fuck you and fuck Steve for doing this to him. You’re shit and you deserve to lose him and be miserable without him because you’re a terrible person and you deserve all the bad things in the world.
You blurt out. “He told me he loved me. And I said it back. He said he knew that he shouldn’t, but he does, and I know that shouldn’t but I do.”
Bucky releases a held breath, a gasp of shock. “Right…”
You watch his face as he flashes through anger and then pain before settling on relief.
“Okay.” He whispers, rubbing your arms from bicep to elbow slowly. “That’s not as bad as I-”
“Then he kissed me.”
“What?” Cold blue meets your eyes.
“And I kissed him back. He’d-It’s not an excuse, Bucky. He had a nightmare and I tried to comfort him, and we were both so thrown by the confessions that we both just-”
“He kissed you in bed?” Bucky asks, his voice sorrowful, hitched, and breathy.
“Yes.�� You whisper, reaching for him now, gripping the back of his t-shirt just above the curve of his waist.
“Is that all that happened?” He asks, his voice strained with fear now, edging towards grief. “Just a kiss?”
You can’t do this to him. You shouldn’t. You should apologize and grovel and tell him that he’s the only man that you love but…You see Steve’s shaking form just after his nightmare. You see the longing in his blue eyes and know that the longing is not one-sided. You see the ennui and the heartbreak etched across his face and you know you can’t abandon him now.
“No.” You almost sob and look down at his chest. “We-We didn’t have sex but we…He was on top of me and he—we went through the motions, Bucky but he didn’t-”
This is so difficult! How do you tell your boyfriend that you and his best friend dry humped because as much as you wanted to sleep with him you also couldn’t because he was waiting for you at home?
“I was nearly naked and so was he and-” You scream as his metal hand suddenly slams into the metal wall on the side of your head, your hands rushing to cover your mouth in surprise.
Almost like it’s fate, the elevator dings, and the doors open on your floor and you can see Steve pacing the living room in worry.
Bucky spots him and like a freight train he stomps towards his best friend and his fist flies.
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He releases your hand, turning himself so that he’s facing the TV head on. He shoves his hands into his pockets, telling you without words that you are to keep your hands to yourself.
As much as that breaks your heart, you get it. But you’re also not going to let him build a wall between the two of you. You scoot closer, lifting your leg up onto the seat so that you can turn to face him. You grab his elbow and stroke the cool metal.
“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I-”
“You said you were going to explain.” He begins, interrupting you quickly but not harshly. “So, explain.”
Shit, this is your chance but…where do you even start?
“Oh um…okay I…You know that I’ve known Steve a long time.”
He nods, not looking at you.
“From the very beginning almost. He was pulled from the ice and I joined the Avengers just after the Chitauri invaded New York. He trained me. He taught me almost everything I know, and he and I became friends. Good, very good friends.” You smile, the friendship between you and Steve has been a long one and it’s been a good one until recently. “I haven’t told you this yet because we-well you and I didn’t exactly get along at the beginning despite the fact that I loved you almost from the moment I saw you, but I don’t have the happiest home life. I won’t talk about that now because that’s not what this is about, and I don’t want to…I don’t know…influence you but Steve found out about what happened to me and he helped me through it.
“Steve taught me how to be strong even when it felt almost impossible to be so. He taught me how to laugh and how to cry and how to accept the challenges that life threw at me, learn from them, and overcome them. If it wasn’t for Steve I-I probably wouldn’t be here. Not because I lived for him or anything but because he taught me how to live for myself.”
Bucky’s eyes drift down towards the coffee table, Steve’s phone still sitting there. He gets a message and the screen lights up to show a picture of you and Bucky. Bucky’s arms around you, and you settled between them with your head on his shoulder. Both of you look happy.
Bucky sighs as the screen shuts off.
“The point I’m trying to make is that Steve became very important to me as a friend. He was someone that I depended on daily and I think I became that for him to. We were each other’s escape from the battles of our daily lives and in that friendship, we found a little peace. So, when I began to feel more than friendship for him, it scared me.
“Not only that but it also dawned on me that Steve could never like me in that way. He knew too much. He’s seen me at my worst and from his behavior alone, he can’t possibly feel like that for me, so I-I buried it. I made myself forget that I loved him because how could I take the chance of losing what had taken us so many years to build just to see if it might work?”
“But you were wrong.” Bucky realizes. “He did like you?”
You lick your lips, “Yes. He was scared like I was to hurt what we had so he also kept it to himself.”
Bucky scoffs, a bitter smirk on his lips as he shakes his head and leans back against the couch. “Typical Steve.”
“Then you came into my life…” Bucky turns to look at you, his eyes searching and what he finds is warmth and adoration. “And you changed me. By the time you came into my life, I’d already made myself forget Steve. I’d accepted that he and I would never be more than friends so imagine my shock when you showed up out of nowhere and changed everything.”
“That’s just because you didn’t see me when I was the Winter Soldier.” He tells you quietly, nervous for some reason.
“True.” You smile, “Steve made sure to keep me as far away from him and you during that whole ordeal. Even the Accords. He literally tied me up and locked me in a closet while he ran around trying to clear your name.”
“That should have given him away.” Bucky tells you. “The punk always did go overboard for the people he loves.”
“Maybe.” You nod. “But then you came to live with us, and I knew nothing would ever be the same. And now I finally have you.”
You lean to your right onto the back of the couch and forward until your forehead meets Bucky’s temple.
“And I don’t want to lose you, Bucky but what Steve and I have…what we didn’t know we had-”
“This is a lot.” Bucky admits.
“Too much?” You lean back and look at him, desperate for any sign of hope.
“I don’t know.” He sighs. “I mean, how would this even work? You date me every other day of the week and Steve gets you on the other days?”
You relax a little but not completely. At least he’s talking about it.
“No. I don’t think so. I suppose it’s something we’d have to figure out as we go. We could all share one room?” Though you know there’s no chance.
Bucky scoffs, proving you right.
“Or not.” You reach out to take his metal hand, slipping your fingers into his open hand as it rests on his thigh. He closes his own fingers around yours. “My mind is spinning, Bucky. I don’t know how to go about this any more than you do. What I do know is that if I could have stood to lose one of you then I wouldn’t even be bringing this up. I told you that this was the most selfish thing I would ask you to do and I’m asking because I can’t stand to lose either of you. I can imagine the way you must be feeling because if it had been you asking me to share you with someone I would have gone out of my mind with jealousy.”
“I-I am jealous, Y/N. You’re mine.” He looks at you, his steel blues boring into yours fiery hot as he claims you. “You’re my girl.”
“I always will be.” You assure him.
“But you want me to share you?” He asks, voice rising in pitch with the end of his question.
“I know I’m being unreasonable Bucky. I’m sorry.”
“It was that stupid kiss he gave you, wasn’t it? In his office? To make me jealous to get me to ask you out?” He sighs, shaking his head. “If I’d just asked you out without needing his push then we wouldn’t be here.”
“I doubt this could have been avoided for long. Even though I wasn’t actively looking to be with Steve, I still loved him, Bucky. I’d just given up hope. And he clearly felt the same way. I think it might have exploded at some point or another anyway.” You watch as he lifts your hand to his chest, pressing it against the spot over his heart, massaging the back of your hand with his metal fingers.
“What if I tell you no?” He turns to you, resting his head on the top of the sofa. “What if I say that I can’t share you and I won’t do it?”
You bite your lip hard because you’re going to have to say what you knew from the moment that Steve told you he loved you and you realized that you did too.
“Then I leave.”
“What?!” Bucky’s head shoots up. “What do you mean, you’ll leave?”
“Bucky, if I can’t have you…I’m empty. If I can’t have Steve, then I have no joy. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I can’t picture Steve getting over me. I don’t want him to. He’s mine.” You growl. “Like you are.”
He blinks, startled by the voracity of your claiming. Your hand is a possessive claw on the fabric of his shirt over his chest. He smooths it out, tracing the shape of your knuckles as he stares at the intensity in your eyes.
“You’re a minx.” He whispers, some of the warmth of his love back in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” And you really are. You wish that Bucky was your one and only, but he is part of a pair now. A pair of hearts that you don’t want to break. A pair of hearts that you need for your own.
He sits up, dragging you up with him. He strokes your hand on his chest, staring at Steve’s phone until he nods. “I’ll need to think about it. I can’t just make a choice right now. I need time.”
“How much time?” You wonder, worried that this might be his way of delaying until he can pull away from you entirely to eliminate himself from the situation.
“I don’t know. A few days? Can you give me time?”
You’re so surprised and relieved that he’s considering this at all that you nod enthusiastically and lean in to kiss his cheek. As you pull back, he turns to look at you, wrapping his left arm around you to hold the back of your head as he pulls you in for a long languid kiss.
Ecstatic, you kiss him back enthusiastically, your lips moving against his own hungrily. It’s not until he’s pulling back and then bringing his right thumb up to trace the shape of your bottom lip that you realize he might very well be kissing you goodbye. What if chooses he can’t do this?
“I’m going to bed.” Bucky rises and you follow, clinging to his hand as long as you can.
“So early?”
“It’s almost nine. And I wanna go for a long run in the morning.” He pulls from you grip but only to caress the right side of your head as he leans in to kiss you again, another peck. Once again, he traces your lip, licking his own as if memorizing your taste. “Good night, baby doll.”
“Goodnight.” You whisper.
Bucky leans down and grabs Steve’s phone before holding it out to you. “You should take this to him. He won’t come out after I punched him. And-”
His hesitation worries you, but you take the phone.
“-you should spend tonight with Steve.” Bucky finishes, looking you straight in the eyes. “I’ll have my headphones in so…Goodnight.”
He leans in and kisses your cheek then turns and leaves you alone in the living room, disappearing into his own room that had recently very much become yours too. And though you should be happy that he’s telling you to spend the night with Steve, you’re not sure if he’s telling you because he knows he’s going to tell you he can’t do this sharing you thing or if he’s trying to see if he can handle it.
You click Steve’s phone on and stare at the picture of you and Bucky. Of course, Steve is going to have a picture of both you and Bucky. Even if he loves you, he loves Bucky too and you know that he’s so happy that Bucky is with you. He actively pushed the two of you together.
It kills you that for the sake of his two best friends, he was willing to wallow in misery for a while until he could get over you. If he could. You clearly couldn’t.
You knock on his door, reaching up to straighten your hair and shirt even though he clearly saw you only an hour ago.
You hear slow heavy footsteps approach the door, a heavy sigh, and then he pulls it open and his eyes shine when they see you and not Bucky. He must have been expecting another confrontation.
“Y/N…” He gasps, smiling a little.
“Hey. Can I come in?”
He moves aside silently and shuts the door behind you.
You’ve been in this room so many times before. You’ve laid with Steve on that very bed, on those very dark red sheets. You’ve sat on his floor, listening to music, or finished reports together and yet, somehow, being here in his room now feels so different than it ever did before.
You move towards his bed and hesitate before you sit. Flashes of your night with Steve plague your brain. You want his weight on you again. You’d been so hungry for him, needing to feel him in the most intimate of ways but you couldn’t. Not with Bucky waiting at home.
Bucky…
He’d told you to spend the night with Steve. He’d mentioned his headphones. As if he’s expecting you to give in to your desire but you know you can’t. With things so up in the air, how can you do that to him? So, when Steve sits beside you, you hold his phone out for him.
“You left it in the living room.” You smile softly, worried, but hoping it’s hidden from him. “Bucky and I are your lock screen?”
It’s more of an observance than a question but Steve answers anyway. “Of course. You two are the most important people I know.”
“You love us both?” You wonder, knowing the answer.
“Yeah.” Steve holds the phone, patting the shiny black metal against his hand. “What-uh…what did he say?”
You breathe in deeply, gathering your thoughts to determine what exactly you might say to Steve.
“He’s not sure he can share. I mean, it’s a terrible thing to ask him to do to begin with. I’m such a shit girlfriend.” You kick at the carpet, your boot catching.
“No, you’re not. You didn’t even kiss me at first. I was the one-”
“No, you weren’t, Steve. What happened was both our fault. I wanted you. I still want you.” You admit, leaning towards him. You slide your hand along the soft mattress until your fingers can lay atop of his. The red sheets of his bed are smooth against your skin and cool to the touch from the air-conditioned compound.
“Y/N…” Steve’s voice shifts, husky and wanting. It fills your heart with burning passion, scorching. So strong it nearly chokes you, but you swallow as he leans in towards you to rest his forehead against your own.
You shut your eyes. Praying for restraint.
“But…I can’t, Steve.” You sigh, tearing your eyes open to look into his beseeching blues. “I love him, and I love you. As much as I want you inside me…”
Steve’s eyes blaze and his hands turn into vices along the soft flesh of your hips. He pulls you up, yanking your leg up and over his own until you’re straddled in his lap and both of you are breathing heavily. Your bosom pressed against his chest, rising and falling, pushing and aching as you both nearly hyperventilate with desire. His hands trace the round shape of your bottom, squeezing to make you gasp.
“Stop…please, Stevie.” You’ve never called him that before and you’re not sure if it’s the name or the agony in your voice that makes him stop, but his hands freeze on your butt. He leans forward, resting his forehead against your clavicle.
“You shouldn’t say things like that.” Steve whispers then looks up into your eyes, your face only inches from his. He cups your chin on either side of your face his middle and forefingers tracing the shape of your ears. “It makes it harder.”
“I know.” You give his nose a long look. Bucky’s punch must have not been very hard or maybe his nose had just healed from the punch already, but it looks perfect again. You lean forward and kiss the tip. Sorry that he was hit. “I’m sorry. But I can’t do this until I know where he stands, Steve.”
“I know.” He agrees, pulling you down however to kiss you softly.
Your eyebrows shoot up, his lips soft and warm, the gentle stroke of his tongue not demanding but tentative. He’s getting a taste. Nothing more. He pulls back with a quiet smack and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“What else did he say?”
You tell Steve everything that you told Bucky. Everything that you know to be true about how Steve feels and about how long you’d wanted him before you gave up. About the way you met and about the way your friendship with Steve had changed your life for the better and that you are a better person for having known him.
Steve’s hands constantly move along your back, up to your shoulders and down to your waist before finding their way back up to the sides of your faces to stroke your cheeks. You can see the desire to kiss you in his eyes but he’s trying very hard to hold back.
“Do you think…if I’d said something—if either of us had said something, that when Bucky came to live here that we’d be in this same situation?” Steve asks curiously, still stroking your ears.
“Yeah.” You admit. “What I feel for Bucky started growing the minute I met him.
Steve sighs heavily but smiles softly, leaning back more to get a better look at your face. “Then I get why he’s hesitating. I don’t think I’d have been ready to share you either.”
“I don’t think I could share either of you with any other girls.” You admit bashfully. “Which is shitty of me considering what I’m asking you both to do.”
“I love you, Y/N.” Steve says sternly, his deep even tone piercing your chest to make it flood with heat. “I don’t want any other girls.”
Yet. Is all you can think.
“I-I want to wait until after Bucky makes up his mind, Steve. If he can’t do this then like I told him, I’ll go. I’ll leave. I won’t be the reason the two of you stop being friends. I don’t want to be that girl.”
“No.” Steve sighs. “If Bucky can’t do it, then we won’t do it. You can stay with him and I’ll step aside.”
“I don’t want you to step aside, Steve. Do you really think that I could be happy with Bucky knowing that you feel this way? When I love you so much already?” As if to prove your point, you slide your hands into the hair on the back of his head and lean down to kiss him, hard.
You dip your tongue into his mouth, tasting him, loving him. Needing him.
His hands are all over you, harsh fistfuls of your bottom and then you’re laying on his bed, his body pressed down over yours, half on you, half off. He hooks his hand behind your right knee and wraps it around his waist and you let him push against you. Straining hard on against your core making you gasp.
You pull back, afraid to slip up. Afraid that you’ll give in because that’s all you want to do.
“Wait.” You’re breathless, heart pounding, sex aching for relief. You’re wet and wanting, and you’d give anything to get him naked, but you can’t!
More than that, you won’t.
He does as you ask, pulling back, his face scrunched briefly as he pushes off of you and struggles to compose himself. He fists the sheets by your shoulder, fighting the urge to fuck you.
“Sorry.” He whispers.
“No.” You sigh. “No, Steve. I just…”
“I know, Y/N. We need to wait. I get it. I don’t want to hurt him either.”
No matter that the two of you have already done that.
“Fuck, this is hard.” You growl.
“Give me a minute, I’ll calm down.” Steve argues.
“No.” You laugh, loud and breathy. “No, Steve I didn’t mean you’re hard I just—this situation that I’ve put us in is difficult.”
“Oh.” He smiles, then chuckles and strokes your face from temple to chin with his index finger, enjoying your smile. “Yeah.”
Steve throws himself off you to lay on his back beside you, still breathing heavily. It takes him a minute, but he manages to calm himself down.
“Can we just-” You take in a deep breath and look up at him. “Can we just lay here? Together?”
Steve smiles and nods. “Of course.”
He opens his arm for you, and you scoot in close, resting your head on his chest as he wraps you up in both arms. You slide your left leg between his, hooking yourself into his side securely as the two of you settle in.
“I’m sorry I took so long.” Steve says, low and slow. “I should have had the courage to tell you a long time ago how I felt about you.”
“Me too.” You nod.
You drift off to the steady sound of his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump, new. Lovely, but strange and so unlike Bucky’s. You rub the hard planes of his chest, and he squishes you into his side and both of you hope that Bucky can see himself doing this because if there’s one thing that you know it’s that you can no longer go back to the time when you and Steve weren’t able to do this.
You’re almost asleep when Steve sighs heavily, clearly struggling with something.
Eyes shooting open, you stroke his chest again and tighten your leg around him. “What is it, Steve?”
“I really wanna make love to you.” He confesses and the tumbles in your stomach make you nervous.
I shouldn’t want it…You think. But…please Bucky. Please, don’t make me choose. I can’t choose.
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written-prose-things · 5 years ago
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Divulge Your Secrets To Me, Starkson
Parkner Week 2020, Prompt 2: “And I said, ‘no’, you know, like a liar”
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SUMMARY: Harley can’t stand Peter putting himself in danger constantly, so he puts on a suit. As, expected, Peter finds out his secret very quickly. 
Although not easily visible, Harley doesn’t have better impulse control than Tony. Harley regularly spends consecutive days in his lab unless Peter is around to bully him into bed.
But Peter isn’t around always, not with his responsibility as a stupid teenage vigilante. Harley hates it. How he has to see his best friend get to work and handle shit that it way above his pay-grade, just because the avengers have gone rouge and Tony can’t handle everything on his own.
Harley lets his frustration spur him on, even though it’s 3 in the morning and he’s only had a few nutri-bars in the last six hours, with infinite cups of coffee.
Harley hates that Peter isn’t here to take him back to his room. He hates that his best friend has to go out even when he should be at home recovering from his last fight with some stupid evil scientist.
Harley finally puts down his interface and staring at the finalised schematics F.R.I.D.A.Y. complies and pulls up.
The design looks nice. It’s a sleek suit, much lighter than Tony’s suit, mostly to be used for canvassing and running disturbances.
The blue and gold colour is Harley’s favourite thing. A mix of Peter and Tony’s suits.
Then, he hears Tony’s thrusters outside and quickly packs up his work and heads to Tony’s landing point.
Tony’s carrying an injured Peter. Harley tries to hide his flinch, but Peter’s situation is not surprising. The idiot had gone into battle the newest threat, some weird insects that make out of the sewers, with recently fixed ribs.
Harley clenches his fist at his side. He feels helpless, unable to take care of his best friend and it hurts more than he’s willing to admit.
Tony nods at him in passing before walking down to the med-bay, to take care of Peter. Harley takes a few deep breaths and follows the pair after a moment.
----x----
Peter is sleeping, having been dosed with a strong mix of specially manufactured sleeping pills.
Harley takes Tony to the lab.
“I’ve done something.”
Tony quirks an eyebrow in mirth, “Oh, what have you fucked up now?”
Harley shakes his head, “This is serious, Tony.”
He pulls up the schematics. Tony stares at them for a moment before asking softly, “Let me guess, you haven’t told Peter?”
Harley doesn’t answer, which is an answer in and of itself.
Tony pulls up different screens to look at the subtler parts of the suit.
“It’s for running interference?”
Harley nods, “Small, compact, fast. I can distract whatever’s running around long enough for Pete to get back on his feet.”
Tony nods, “So, you aren’t going to focus on the feelings that are making you do this?”
Harley looks away, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Tony huffs, “Alright, fine. I won’t tell Peter about this.”
---x----
Thankfully the new alerts they have come only after Peter has healed fully and had a few days of rest. Though close calls, Tony and Peter are able to get out of the situation with almost zero damage, Harley doesn’t go out to help them.
Then, a threat shows up, which is much worse than the worst Peter has tackled. Some sort of wizard magic voodoo cult that’s making buildings turn in on themselves.
Harley only waits for a moment after Tony and Peter have left, to suit up. He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to link him up to their comms and flies out.
The cultists send flattening waves of orange energy at whatever crosses their paths, making even humans look like characters from Minecraft.
Tony is tied up by a thick iron post on the corner of a crossing.
Tony tries to tie them up in his witty smart talk as Peter hides in the corner and webs up the different members who are standing a little further from the group.
Harley circles around the crossing where the cult leader is walking towards Tony calmly, his lack of emotion scares Harley more than his weird magic.
Peter yells into the comms, “Tony, there’s another suit here!”
Tony replies gruffly, between trying to distract the cult leader and break free of the iron post, “Yeah. Welcome the new avenger, kid.”
Peter has effectively neutralised all the other cultists. But he isn’t as discreet while trying to web up the leader.
The man turns around just as the web makes contact with his body. He grabs the web which is attached to his shoulder and pulls it clean off. The web has hardened by now and only Steve Rogers has been able to break out of the webs with his strength.
What the fuck kind of a man is this guy?
He emits a soft orange light and manipulates the web before Peter can let it go. Harley looks on in horror for a moment as the man uses the manipulated web to throw Peter into a wall.
Just as Peter gets thrown in the wall, Harley flies in and blasts a repulsor at the man. What happens next freaks Harley out.
The man keeps a hold on the web that’s holding Peter and turns his head around like an owl. He glares at Harley, who shoots repulsors at him, which bounce off a weird shield he puts up.
The man lets go of the web and turns to face Harley fully. Harley circles him, blasting repulsors at him, hoping to buy both Tony and Peter sometime.
But the man is quicker than Harley. He waves his hand around and makes sparks fly which throw Harley into the wall right next to Tony.
Harley only registers the fact that this new hole in the wall allows Tony to break free of the iron post.
Even keeping his eyes open hurts. Harley tries to get comfortable in the rubble best he can. The interface of the suit keeps flashing lights.
Almost everything in the suit is broken. Harley sighs sullenly. So much for helping Tony and Peter.
A thundering sound jolts Harley awake. When he’s aware enough to focus, Harley realises that the previously AWOL Thor is back.
The man starts throwing his hammer at the cult man, which actually starts to cause some damage.
Even though he’s failed, Harley breaths a sigh of relief. He’s about to close his eyes again when Peter crawls into his hole in the wall.
Peter asks softly, “Are you Harley?”
Harley groans internally. He couldn’t even make it one full day without being caught out.
He hopes that his voice interface is working well as he answers in the most confused voice he can manage, “No.”
Thankfully it works. Harley sounds more like a middle-aged suburban dad.
Peter shakes his head, “Nothing. Sorry, let’s get you out of here.”
Harley groans out loud then. God knows how many bones he’s just broken. This is beginning to feel like a comfortable place to spend the rest of his life.
Peter slowly helps him come out of the hole, carrying most of his body weight.
When they finally come out of the building’s side, the cult man is tied up in glowy magical ties and Thor is loudly and profusely apologising to Tony.
Peter softly asks him, “So, then what is your name?”
Harley doesn’t know how to answer that, but, unknowingly Thor comes to his rescue.
The god yells at him, “Oh, Tony you have a son! There now an Iron Lad. Congratulations Tony!”
Harley looks at Peter and replies with a fancy accent, “I’m Iron Lad, of course!”
Maybe it’s because of the mask, but Harley thinks that Peter doesn’t smile fully at his response.
---x---
When they reach the tower, F.R.I.D.A.Y. scans him from outside the suit. Harley tries to sell his need for a ‘secret-identity’ to them.
Peter nods shortly and walks out, giving an excuse about fixing his suit. Harley heaves a sigh of relief.
As soon as Peter is gone. Harley asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to stop recording wherever he is till his suit is put away and to tell Peter that he’s sleeping in his room.
Then, Harley goes into the medbay,  which is thankfully empty. He doesn’t have any broken or cracked bones, just a lot of cuts and lacerations across his body.
When he had been thrown into the building, he’d gone into the glass wall first, which had cracked into tiny chips that had entered his suit.
Even though Harley’s muscles ache, he likes how well his suit held out.
Harley’s in the middle of cleaning out his cuts when the door to the medbay opens without any warning.
He hisses in pain and looks up. Thankfully it’s just Thor, but Harley doesn’t trust the man to keep his mouth shut.
Thor starts the conversation, “I know you wanted solitude, however, I wanted to congratulate you on how protective you are of your beloved and how well you took care of him.”
Harley rolls his eyes, “Yeah, if you call him dragging me around good protection; then sure, I gave him the best protection.”
As the words leave Harley’s mouth, he realises what he’s admitted to. Harley adds uselessly, “But he’s not my beloved or anything like that.”
Thor chortles, “As you would call it, this is a lmao moment.”
Harley cringes, “Never say that again.”
Thor’s laughter dies down. He doesn’t speak again till Harley’s putting away the bottles of anti-septics and the cotton.
Thor comments rather seriously, “I know you are under a lot of pressure, Starkson, be assured that if you decide to open up to me, I wouldn’t divulge those secrets ever.”
Harley wants to make a snarky comment about not being Tony’s kid, but he grabs the opportunity. Thoe is serious enough to not make fun of him or say I told you so, unlike all his friends and Tony.
So, he starts from the beginning. The day he met Peter at the penthouse when they’d come together to get Tony out of his lab and make him feel better.
Something almost like guilt passes over Thor’s face at the revelation, which Harley files away for right now.
He tells the god about how he knew at that moment that Peter was going to be someone special for him.
---x---
Even though he’s been ranting for what feels like hours, Thor doesn’t seem bored. Maybe boredom becomes different when you’ve lived a thousand years.
Harley sighs and continues, they’ve reached the end of the story anyway. Harley continues pacing the medbay, his back to the door.
“So, he climbs in, and asks me, in his softest, introducing-myself-to-strangers kind of voice, ‘Are you Harley?’. Ughhh, man, I hated that. How is he so quick? And I said ‘no’, you know, like a liar...”
When Harley looks up, it’s to see Thor surprised and apprehensive face. Harley rolls his eyes, the last thing he needed right now.
And his gut feeling is right. Peter is standing in the door of the medbay, eyes flashing in anger.
Thor gives some excuse that Harley doesn’t even register, before booking it out of the room.
Peter walks forward, “What the fuck is this?”
Harley cringes internally. Hearing Peter swear is always uncomfortable, because even Peter’s discomfort is visible on his face.
Harley ignores the dread in the pit of his stomach and snarks back, “What the fuck is what?”
Peter motions to his body, “This. The cuts. Don’t act like you didn’t just lie to me.”
Harley clenches his jaw, “So what if I did?”
Peter shakes his head in anger, “We don’t do that, Harley! We don’t lie to each other-”
Harley interrupts because he isn’t taking the blame for this shit, “Oh really then tell me, what is it that we do? Am I always supposed to wait for you at the tower while you fight some weirdo and get hurt in the most horrible ways?”
Peter sighs and runs his hand eyes his eyes, “Nobody’s asking you to stay here Harley...”
Harley yells in reply, now he’s on a track, “Oh really? Peter look me in the eye and tell me that if I’d have told you, you wouldn’t have tried to bully me out of it. I need to protect you, Peter. I need-”
Peter snaps, “Oh shut up. You need this and you need that. What about what I need from you, huh? I need to keep you safe, you doofus. You’re not some enhanced person. I can walk away from being thrown head-first into a building,” he points at Harley’s bruises and cuts, “You can’t.”
Harley rolls his eyes, “Why do you need to take care of me, Peter?”
Peters huffs, “Because I love you, okay? I don’t care about anyone other than you, Tony, May and our friends. I know it’s sudden and I know it sounds crazy, but I love you. Again I can’t be the one who gets my family into trouble or gets them hurt again, okay?”
Harley thinks his heart is about to beat straight out of his chest, “Y-You love me?”
Peter sighs, “Yeah, I know it’s awkward, you don’t need to let me down or anything like that.”
Harley asks softly, “But what if I don’t let you down?”
Peter replies with a confused question, “What?”
Harley huffs, “Why are you so sure that I’m going to let you down?”
Peter flounders through a response and Harley can’t take it anymore. He removes the space between them with two swift steps and pulls Peter into himself, giving the short brown-haired boy a soft kiss.
Peter kisses him back.
They only let go of each other when Harley starts to lose his breath. Peter smiles like an idiot, but Harley isn’t sure that he’s not doing the same thing.
After a moment, Harley asks him. “Does this mean you won’t crib about me being in the suit anymore?”
Peter shakes his head, “Oh? Was this cribbing? You don’t know what you’re in for next.”
Harley groans, but pulls the shorter boy into his side, “Okay, I’ll listen to your lecture, but after a good night’s sleep.”
Peter nods, “Alright, let’s go.”
The pair make their way up to the penthouse and flop onto Harley’s bed together, fast asleep as soon as they hit the bed.
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crewhonk · 5 years ago
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Of The Line (10)
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Summary: Ross presents the “Sokovia Accords”, Steve receives some news, the team flies to Geneva and London, a question is asked, and an old familiar face reappears. 
Warnings: Funeral, Fluff, Sad!Steve
Songs: “I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes)”- The 1975 / “Waves”- Dean Lewis / “River” - Bishop Briggs
Words: 3.9K
Till The End Masterlist / Of The Line Masterlist
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YN was swaying back and forth in her chair, across the table from Steve and in between Sam and Giovanna who were both pretending (far better than YN was) to listen to the Secretary drone on and on about something to do with golf. 
YN had dealt with powerful white politicians her whole life. She had learned the ins and outs of international governments to help her and her dad stay under the radar and live as legally as they could for the first sixteen years of her life, and having Secretary Ross look at her as if she was no more than a spec of dirt on a white shirt reminded her just how much she didn’t like the American government. 
She was openly not paying attention, sure, it was an immature move, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care much about what he was talking about until Giovanna passed her a note from her notebook. 
‘this guy is totally never going to be the white man of the month.’ She read and chewed her top lip to stop a smile.
‘stan twitter would, in fact, be disappointed.’ She passed the note back and heard Gio breath through her nose a little too loudly. 
‘seriously, if he has to talk about golf for much more I might just leave. Or die. Whichever comes first.’ Giovanna passed back and just as YN was about to pass another note back that read something about a double mystery death, Sam caught her wrist, not looking at her, but at the secretary who was already looking back. 
“And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?” Natasha asked, a cool, easy tone to her voice. The Widow voice that sent a chill straight up YN’s spine. 
“How about "dangerous"? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?” He replied, stalking back and forth across a screen that was used for mission briefings. The first word YN could think of, but with tremendous guilt, was the word ‘Terrorist’.
“New York.” Ross moved and pressed the switch which turned on the screen behind him, and YN sucked in a breath as she saw her father as Hulk, soaring from building to building until a pile of debris landed on the person filming. The video cut out, and YN dug her fingernails into her palms, refusing to look up from her fists at Steve or Giovanna or Ross who she knew were all watching her for any reaction. 
“Washington.” The three Insight helicarriers, firing on each other. The destroyed Triskelion. A helicarrier crashing into the Potomac and throwing up a massive wave, engulfing citizens and the camera. Sam was the one to look down, the movement caught by YN’s periphery. 
Steve watched his teammates react to the footage rather than the footage itself, and seeing the hurt on their faces was so much worse than the carnage on the screen. 
“Sokovia.” Steve watched as YN’s head shot up, her eyes glassy as she scanned the screen for any trace of her dad— any video of him the day he disappeared. When there was nothing, he watched her brow furrow and her bite her lip and he extended his leg under the table to rest his foot on top of hers. She looked up at him and blinked away a tear, smiling shyly at the motion of comfort and nudging his foot back with a twitch of the corners of her mouth. 
“Lagos.” Steve watched as YN’s eyes moved from his to the screen again, flinching when she saw Steve in the background with his uniform top unzipped— great purple splotches leaving no normal skin tone behind as Natasha pressed her fingers to his ribs. Steve watched as Wanda turned her chair away from the screen and watched as Giovanna took Wanda’s hand in her own. 
“Okay. That's enough.” Steve said sharply, and Ross nodded with a grim expression, shutting the screen off. 
“For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.” He placed a thick book on the table in front of Wanda who read the title and pushed it down the line towards YN who read the words the ‘Sokovia Accords’ on the title page. The United Nations symbol was just under the title and she raised an eyebrow incredulously. 
“What is this” YN asked, flipping over the first page and feeling Sam peek over her shoulder. She pulled her feet away from Steve’s (much to both parties dislike) to sit up straighter as she began to read.
“The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries . . . it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary.”
“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that.” Steve grumbled, watching YN begins to disappear in the words she was reading— something she only did when she was wholly focused on something. Or concerned.  
“Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?” Steve glared up at Ross who was standing over him, challenging the older man to say much else about Bruce Banner to his face. 
“Neither of them are a threat to any living person.” YN snapped, not taking her eyes off the paper in front of her. Her cool voice was betrayed by the way her hand holding the book shook angrily. 
Ross only shrugged. “If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes . . . you can bet there'd be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground. Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords.”
“And if we come to a conclusion you don’t like?” Giovanna snarled quietly. Ross smirked, and Giovanna wanted nothing more than to rip that smile off his face with her freshly done acrylic nails. 
“You retire. Talk it over.” 
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The had moved to the living room soon after Ross had taken his departure— the meeting room appearing too stuffy for the whole team who had each decided their viewpoint on the Accords. YN stalked into the room last, book in hand and handed it to Steve who held his hand out for it. In another situation, she could trick herself into thinking that he was holding his hand out for her, but the tension in his and her shoulders told them both that this was not The Occasion. 
She stood a foot to the left of Steve, on Sams flank as Rhodey pointed his finger aggressively at his friend. 
"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have.” 
“So let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?” Sam asked and Rhodey scoffed, pinching his nose. 
“117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, ‘No, that's cool. We got it’.” He glowered and YN was reminded of the way she used to talk to Giovanna when they were younger and mocking each other. 
“Rhodey.” YN snapped, and both Sam and Rhodey looked up in shock at the sharpness of her voice. Even Steve, who was skimming through the tray looked up, eyebrows raised. He never expected her to take his side after everything that had been through, but seeing the fire in his eyes made him feel something flutter feebly in his chest— something like hope. 
“Think about this logically, okay?” She started. “We aren’t going to be able to do anything under this council if it’s anything like what the treaty describes. It’s a version of the Security Council, and you and I both know that that's not going to work.”
“Why wouldn’t it work?” Giovanna asked, and YN turned to her. 
“Well, each country that’s apart of this council would need to meet quickly if we needed to be somewhere. First problem. The second problem is that if every member has a ‘no’ vote, the issue is immediately dropped and can’t be re-visited.” YN explained, sitting on the couch across from Giovanna. 
“Which means?”
“Which means if it’s something domestic— in America— Russia and China won’t let us do anything because our country is a competing superpower with them. They don’t want us to succeed. And if it’s something international, other countries are going to say no because while this Treaty is garbage, Ross was right. We do act without restraint, and while we should be in contact with some form of government this is not the way to do it!”
“We can’t go against the United Nations, YN!” Rhodey said, exasperated. 
“They have no means of treaty enforcement anyways! What’s the worst they could do, okay?” YN shot back quickly. She was not going to submit to a government leash unless it was a damn good leash. 
“I have an equation.” Vision piped up, and YN’s head spun towards him she almost got whiplash. She had genuinely forgotten the robot was still a part of the team. 
“Oh, this will clear it up.” 
“In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.” He explained slowly, and YN crossed her arms and leaned back against the cushions, offended. 
“Are you saying it's our fault?” Steve voiced her thoughts for her.
"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.” He replied, and YN rolled her eyes so hard she felt something pop. 
“Boom.” Rhodey finished. 
“Did you just say ‘boom’? How old are you?” Giovanna asked, half angry, half amused. 
“Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal.” Natasha piped up and YN looked at her uncle, who was covering his face with his hands until Natasha spoke. 
“It's because he's already made up his mind.” 
“You were in on this?” Giovanna almost shrieked, and Tony flinched. 
“It’s the middle ground, Kid.” He replied, voice sad. “There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys.” And Giovanna let out a sound of protest. 
“Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up.” Steve sighed.
“Who said we're giving up? We’re not giving up.”
“If we’re signing something to make us sit and wait on our asses and just do what we’re told, yeah— we are giving up.” Giovanna barked as she rose to her feet. YN mirrored her. 
“Maybe Tony's right.” Natasha’s voice was quiet as she spoke and everyone looked at her in shock. “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off—“
“Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam cut her off and Natasha bit her lip nervously. She and Sam had ended up getting…. Close to each other and seeing him about to tear her a new one made almost everyone uncomfortable. 
“I'm just— I’m reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.” She said carefully and Sam shook his head, turning his back on her. She dropped her expression to her lap and pinched her wrist. 
“Nat, it doesn’t feel right,” YN whispered in the sudden, pressing silence. 
“I’m done with this bullshit. I’m not signing anything.” Giovanna growled and stomped from the room. Before YN could make a move to follow her, Steve’s phone went off, and he rose as well, halfway to the door before he said ‘I have to go’.
Torn between which persons o follow and comfort, YN turned to Wanda who had appeared at her side. Her touch was gentle on her hand, and she felt Wanda’s calming powers flood her body. A sharp turn from their time on the African Coast. 
“Go to him. I’ll make sure she’s alright.”
“Thank you, Wan.”
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YN tore off after Steve jogging to see if she could catch up with him. She turned the corner of a hallway just in time to hear the sound of a stairwell door ‘click’. She walked to the door and pressed the handle, opening it and letting herself in. There was the sound of a sniff from a flight below her and she tried quietly down the step, stopping only when She saw Steve sitting on a bottom step, curled in on himself. 
She walked down the steps and sat beside him, the left side of her body against his right, as she rested her head on his hunched shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his large bicep and traced patterns in the crook of his elbow. 
“What happened,” YN asked, voice soft and steady and enough to make Steve look up at her. His eyes were red again— they seemed to be more red than any other colour these days, and her heart broke. 
“Peggy’s dead.” He whispered thickly, voice shaking and chin wobbling. When he said the words out loud, his face crumpled and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, whimpering. She pulled away slightly, pushing him back before climbing into his lap and awkwardly straddling him on the step. She was immediately greeted with his trunk-like arms wrapping tightly around her waist, face pressed into the fabric of her shirt as his body shook with the will to not cry in front of her. 
She wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders, pulling him tighter to her and combing her fingers through his hair as soothingly as she could. 
“You can cry, Steve. Please, cry.” She whispered, knowing the grief he was going through— the loss of an old life— a life before this team and this life in New York. 
He gave a great, shuddering gasp and once he pulled her so close to him she thought she would disappear into his body, he let out the most heart wrenching, gut turning sob she had ever heard. 
Steve Rogers was now, and officially, a broken man, crying into the arms of the last, truly good thing in his life. 
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“You’ll be fine, okay?” Giovanna said, standing beside YN and staring at the church in London she knew held the funeral of Peggy Carter. 
“What if I’m intruding on a moment or something. This is weird. And a bad idea.” YN rushed, turning around and making to walk away, only to be stopped by Natasha with both arms on each of YN’s shoulder. 
“He wants you there. I know because if Clint died I wouldn’t want to be alone.” She said, staring hard enough into YN’s eyes she had to look away. 
“Okay. Yeah. Sure.” YN mumbled, curling her hands into fists and turning back at the grand church doors. Just as she took a step forward to enter the church, they swung open. 
A blonde stepped out, then. Her mid-length hair was curled just slightly and her skin was perfect and it seemed to glow under the sun. Her pantsuit was classy, yet form-fitting and it showed off a beautiful, strong figure. She was tall, too— taller than any of the three women watching her walk towards them. 
“Can I help you?” She asked, and her voice sounded like honey dripping on perfectly toasted white bread. 
“We’re— uhhhh,” YN tried to say, but she was honestly blown away by this woman.
“We’re here to see if Steve Rogers is still here, we wanted to make sure he was okay. Well, as okay as someone can be in his place.” Giovanna piped up, and YN was flooded with gratitude for her. 
“He’s going to need a few weeks to be okay, I think. With everything going with the Accords and that girl who ran away and now this— it’s like his world is falling apart.” She said solemnly and the other three women tensed. YN raised an eyebrow and shifted her weight to one foot. 
“Who are you, again?” She grumbled, and a smile blossomed on the blonde strangers face. 
“Sharon Carter. I was Steve’s neighbour for the year and a bit he was in Washington. I don’t think I caught your name, though?” She explained and offered her hand for YN to shake. 
“I’m YN Banner. The girl who ran away.” She shook Sharon's hand with a grip that was a little too tight and Sharon’s smile fell off of her perfect face. 
“I’m sorry— I—“ She tried, but YN cut her off with a slow smile. 
“It’s okay, Sharon. Thanks.” She let go and led them all into the church, leaving her new friend on the steps alone. 
“Bitch,” YN grumbled when Natasha and Giovanna caught up to her in the foyer. 
“We are in a place of God, YN.” Giovanna chastised and YN only rolled her eyes angrily. 
“Perfect bitch.” She replied and Giovanna coughed, smacking her in the arm. Natasha only smirked.
All previous amusement or contempt was cut off by the sight once they entered the main cathedral. Steve was leaning against one of the pews, head bowed and silhouetted by the glowing light streaming in the stain glass window over the stage. The sight was beautiful and sad, and everything to do with Steve Rogers. 
“Go, we’ll join you soon, okay,” Natasha whispered in her ear and she nodded, nervously stepping forward and walking down the aisle. Steve, ever the one for impeccable senses, looked up at who was walking towards him. His shoulders slumped in relief when he saw it was her, and He pushed off the pew, making his way to her and meeting her halfway. 
His solid arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, and she only wrapped her arms around his neck and pull him to rest in the crook of her neck. 
“I’m so sorry, Steve.” She whispered, and he hugged her tighter, nuzzling his face into her. She wasn’t sure if it was to be closer to her or to wipe tears and snot onto her shirt, but frankly, she couldn’t care less which was which. 
“Thanks, Sweetheart.” He mumbled, and she scratched the back of his head soothingly. They could have stood there in the heart of the church for seconds or hours or years before Natasha and Giovanna joined them. For their sake, Steve let YN go, and she remained by his side. 
“Who else signed?” Steve asked, looking over at Natasha and wiping his nose. 
"Tony. Rhodey. Vision.” She listed, her voice soft. 
“Clint?” 
“Says he’s retired.” YN hummed, smirking. She hoped Laura was doing okay— with the baby and Clints never-ending desire to remake the house. 
“What about you two?” He looked from Giovanna to YN, and Giovanna scoffed. 
"I’m not signing if it kills me, but dad wanted me to come to the signings to 'see it with my own eyes’.” She mocked her father's voice and everyone could see how hurt she was with her father decision. 
“You’re so dramatic, always.” YN teased quietly. She looked up to Steve, then and her gaze was warm and everything he wanted to drown in. “I’m not here for that. I’m here for you.” 
He could have died right there and then.
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YN and Steve strolled the down the street in London to the hotel he was staying in. He had taken her arm in his— ‘for the sake of being a gentlemen’— he had said, but it had made YN flush bright red, nevertheless. They had chatted about the beauty of downtown London, and the accents and the few times he had been here with Peggy for meetings and awards. The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence before a thought came to YN.
“So, you’re retiring, then.” She commented, and he sucked in a breath, squinting into the distance as if trying to spot something on the horizon. 
“I guess, yeah. Never thought I would do it so young, but I guess so.” He hummed, looking down at her and smiling. There was a peace in his eyes she had never seen and it made her heart swell fondly. 
“You are too then.” He replied, and she shrugged.
“I’m young enough. Maybe I’ll get an official degree or two— be like a normal 22-year-old for once.” She said and he chuckled. 
“I don’t think you could be normal if you tried, Sweetheart.” He nudged her and laughed when she let out a squawk of indignation, pushing him away playfully. 
“Excuse you!” She laughed, and he giggled right back, throwing an arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. 
“Well, since we’re just a pair of retirees, when we go back to the States, would you maybe wanna— I don’t know—“ He stumbled, his voice was nervous and the natural flush of his cheeks seemed to be getting darker by the second. How Steve stayed single for his whole life, she didn’t know. An image opened in her mind, then— a sight of an impossibly shy, small Steve Rogers with a second-hand suit and a bruise under his eye nervously asking a pretty girl out and her heart grew warm. 
“Ask me, Steve.” She smiled, her voice serious and firm and inviting. 
“Wanna grab dinner or something? Maybe a movie?” He mumbled, and she reached forward and wrapped her fingers through his. He looked up at her, then— his face a glowing ray fo hope and a small smile on his lips. 
“Just us?” She whispered, and he stepped closer, pulling her chin up to look at him in the eyes. 
“Just us for as long as you want it to be, my girl.” He mumbled and her stomach flipped aggressively in her body, making her sway and heat up ten more degrees. 
“Then yes. It’s a date.” She whispered, slightly leaning forward on her tip-toes and he ducked his head slightly.
“I’m looking forward to it, then.”
“Steve! YN! Hi!” A chirpy voice appeared from somewhere to their left and YN wanted to take Sharon's hair, and throw her into the busy street.
“Sharon, hey.” Steve greeted her warmly and with a hug and the butterflies that were fluttering in YN’s belly turned into scorpions, angry and venomous and red hot. “YN, this is Sharon! Sharon this is YN— the woman I was telling you about last week!”
“We’ve met.” YN interrupted coldly, shocked by the news that Steve and Sharon hung out regularly. She took a side-step away from him and Sharon seemed to swoop in, further greeting him with a hug that made YN want to snarl.
“Yeah,” Sharon smiled nervously. “I’m really sorry about that, by the way.” She seemed genuine, but the scorpions in YN’s stomach were stinging and painful so she just offered Sharon a tight smile. 
“It’s fine. Like I said. I think I see Sam at the bar, I’m gonna go say hi.” She grumbled and without saying goodbye to Steve, turned and walked into the hotel. 
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“She’s really nice, YN.” Sam offered pathetically and pushed another beer in YN’s direction. YN just frowned and took a sip.
“She could shit rainbows and I wouldn’t give a damn.” She bit back and Sam laughed. She had always, always liked Sam, so it was nice that he was here for her.
“He likes you, YN. He really does, he’s just… oblivious to a fault.” Sam commented and she lifted her drink. 
“I’ll fucking cheers to that.” She took a sizeable gulp and glared over at the place where Steve and Sharon were sitting and laughing like friends. 
“Wait— hold on.” Sam stopped YN from opening her mouth and motioned for the bartender. Instead of paying attention to what he was saying, she watched gloomily as Steve and Sharon left the bar together and into the lobby. 
“YN— look.” YN tore her eyes off of the now-empty doors, and to the TV which was now at full volume and showing the wrecked remains of a large, shiny building. YN squinted and read the news broadcast title and a noise of shock and anxiety left her throat. 
‘United Nations Bombed’
The sound int he room seemed to turn down in volume, and all she could hear was the broadcast that was certainly going to change her life in one way or another. 
“More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.”
YN and Sam looked at each other, shocked and anxious and looking ready to vomit. 
“We need to get Steve.” They said at the same time and they both got up, threw a fifty dollar bill on the counter each and ran out of the bar. 
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lothirielswanmarvel · 6 years ago
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Dinner with the Avengers (and a Turtle)
The clang of iron against wood smacked my ears sharply. Shouts arose in the distance–some out of fear, others were battlecries. A plethora of smells attacked me at the same time in a merciless cycle. I was doing what many would dream to do, but few would dare to accomplish.
Sit at the dinner table with the Avengers.
"Let us feast!" Thor boomed, holding his fork high before it dived into the mountain of lasagna on his plate.
"Wait!" Steve Rogers stared down everyone, mentally breaking our resolve and making us set our utensils down. He reached out to Tony on one side, and Natasha on the other.
"We have to say grace first." He said.
Tony snorted and rolled his eyes, but a sharp kick from Pepper under the table made him take Captain Steroid's hand. Natasha joined hands with Clint, and Bruce, who came in late from the lab and could take the last seat available, was seated next to Thor. We all knew the terror of this position: anyone who sat close to Thor was bound to be peddled in crumbs and stains, along with being scarred for life.
"Bless this food and the hands that prepared it," I peeped open an eye to catch Pepper's smirk, and Thor's excitedness that he made edible human food (not really, Pepper kept him away from the dishes...all of them).
"Many thanks for the meal and company, especially our new friend, Sam."
Sam Wilson, who also contributed to making the heap of lasagna, sat a few seats away from me. I didn't know much about him except that, like Rhodey, he was also from the military. The two were sitting next to each other now, itching to exchange their war stories.
Tony sighed as Steve continued, "What a blessing to come together today. Our thoughts are with Clint as he battles his coffee addiction–"
"And by battling, you mean giving up and living at Starbucks." Clint mumbled, silenced by a nudge from Natasha's arm.
"–And with Bruce, who has survived another day in Tony's lab. Our thoughts are with everyone else as they go through another day in the twenty-first century–by the way, God, the forties were better–may everyone be blessed and filled with happiness."
"You're forgetting someone." Steve opened his eyes for the first time since he started speaking. Bruce gave him a knowing look.
"Come on, he deserves some recognition!"
"Fine." Steve shut his eyes again, and angled his face towards the ceiling. "Our thoughts are also with Bruce's new turtle, who left the dog park to join this circus."
All eyes fell on Bruce, who was holding Thor's hand in one fist and a squirming-green glob in the other. It was Bruce's new companion after a crazy day at the park running from soccer moms. The turtle hadn't been around for long, but Bruce already had plans to make him mascot of the Science Bros cult.
"He had to!" Bruce replied defensively, acknowledging the green-shelled tortoise in front of him. "There was a duck uprising at the park! And the soccer moms were chasing after me for fresh meat!"
"Bruce! Respect your elders!" Steve remarked. He regained his composure, and finished the prayer, "Jesus give me–us!–strength...Amen."
"Amen." Tony the Atheist rolled his eyes in disgust. Thor was amazed by this new custom, at least until he found out it was for another totally different God other than himself.
The mountain of lasagna was eagerly passed around as Thor boasted about his newfound cooking skills. Bruce edged away from the Asgardian right next to him, sacrificing his salad bowl to his turtle.
"The art of Midgardian cooking holds my interest!" Thor declared. "And after assisting Lady Pepper with the main dish, I had time to prepare an Asgardian delicacy for my dear friends!"
Pepper's eyes widened with fear, but she kept her composure. "T-Thor, that's okay. Really, we made tons of food, we can save it for later–"
"I shall bring it forth!" For the first time ever, Thor ran away from a full plate of food for something presumably less edible and more terrifying. There were some panicked glances shared around the room before Sam spoke up.
"You guys have an amazing pad, here." He replied before taking a bite of a breadstick.
Pepper's frigid demeanour vanished. "Thank you so much, Sam! We're happy you could visit us–Steve has told us a lot about you."
"All good, I'm hopin'." Sam replied.
"The best," I spoke up before digging into mouth-watering crimson sauce dotted with spicy herbs. "I heard you're a fan of Marvin Gaye."
"Yes ma'am." He said with a dashing smile I'm sure he learned from Steve himself–that's probably where his manners came from, too. "You're interested in him?"
"Well, I hear it from Tony's bedroom a lot, so I kinda have to." I replied.
Pepper nearly choked on a forkful of lasagna as Natasha shot Tony a dark glare. Clint covered his face with a napkin, snickering underneath the beige veil.
"Are you into Bell Biv Devoe too?"
"Yeah! Steve, why have you been hogging this person all to yourself?"
"And the Commodores?"
"Are you trying to make me fangirl, Y/N?" Sam wiggled his eyebrows at me, his massive arms folded on the table.
"Michael Jackson!" I grinned.
"You're killing me!"
"Do you think that's a good name for him?" Bruce replied.
We all looked at him. "Who?"
Bruce pointed at his turtle, who was nudging a part of the pasta with its nose. "My turtle. I don't know, Michael Jackson is too snazzy–I want to name him after a periodic element!"
At the mention of science, Tony became invested in the conversation. I watched the new entertainment with amusement as I took a bite of the lasagna. Pepper and Sam had done a marvelous job; the mix of gooey parmesan, the soft texture of noodles, and more invaded my mouth as a welcome intruder.
"Does he look like a Seaborgium?" Bruce picked up the squirming turtle who was playing with it's meal and held him right in front of his face, nose to nose. "Maybe we can call him Rubidium and nickname him Ruby?"
"How's Cobalt sound?" Pepper suggested.
"That's pretty cool," Bruce shrugged, and propped up his turtle on his silverware. "Any others, though?"
Natasha patted her perfect crimson lips dry on her napkin. "Boron?"
"Eh, Tony would nickname him 'moron'–don't act like that's not true, Tony."
"Germanium?"
"Steve would hate him, and Tony would call him Hitler."
"Seriously, Bruce?!"
"Yes I am, Tony."
"Bismuth?" Pepper replied, nibbling on her salad.
"That sounds like meth, Pepper." I said.
She gagged on her food, once again striking Tony's shin under the circular table. The great Iron Man squealed and withered under Pepper's scowl.
"She's right. Tony would think that way." Bruce looked down at his tortoise, disappointed.
"But you're not supposed to." Nat's eyes burned deep into my soul across the table. I shivered and sunk low in my seat, trying to hide under the white tablecloth.
"I can't name him Rhodium. There can only be one." Bruce glanced up at Rhodey.
"How about Xenon?" Tony finally offered, leaning over the table to offer the turtle his entire bowl of salad. Pepper slapped his arm.
"Ouch!"
"Eat your vegetables, Tony!"
"But mom!"
"Now!"
"It's cuter in the bedroom..." Tony muttered, making my face turn red as I was scarred for life. That was one thing Marvin Gaye couldn't keep me from.
"Eh, I don't want to name him after a noble gas." Bruce watched as his little friend scurried over to a spare piece of lettuce that had fallen out of Tony's bowl and started to devour it.
"I HAVE RETURNED, MY FRIENDS!"
We all instinctively flinched at Thor's voice, but that wasn't the worst part. My nose wrinkled as another smell wafted into the room, mixing horribly with the spicy herbs of the lasagna. It was a pungent smell...and it was advancing towards the table.
Thor dropped a dish of nightmares on the table, it's true monstrous form hidden under a cloak of tin foil. That didn't stop tons of tiny flies from scurrying over it.
Bruce clutched his turtle to his chest defensively. "Holy cannoli...is that Tony's offspring?"
Tony snapped, "Ha ha. I'll have you know that I am civilized in the lab, Bruce."
"I'm in there with you, Tony-Macaroni. Nothing comes out of there alive again."
"You do!"
"I lost my soul the first time I went in there!"
"Is that because I stole your heart, Brucie?"
Thor beamed down at his disgusting Frankenstein. It's face hadn't even been revealed, and my stomach was ready to run away and leave me behind to rot. I wouldn't blame it, personally.
"Who would like to try it first?" Thor studied the pale faces of the people sitting at the table. "Ms. Potts, would you like to–"
"No thank you! I'm a vegan." Pepper quickly stuttered.
"Starting when?" Tony remarked.
"Starting now."
"Perhaps our new guest should have the honors." Thor turned to Sam, who I pitied more than ever.
I could see the fear in his eyes. Clint, being a fellow bird, stretched out a wing towards a feather in need, "You know what, man? Food is lame. Like, who needs it, anyway? I just live off of dust...and dirt...and Natasha's scraps."
Natasha sipped a wine glass that I knew was vodka. She nodded afterwards. To my surprise, she didn't show any reaction yet to Thor's death plate. Maybe it was all the alcohol–she needed a lot to deal with Tony, so everything was probably a blur to her.
Thor gasped when he laid eyes on Bruce's new pet. He bellowed, "What is this mighty creature?"
"He's my friend," Bruce held it closer to his chest, "I found him at the dog park. He survived the duck uprising."
"Maybe we should call him Thorium," Rhodey said thoughtfully. "Especially if that means our lives are spared from not dying at this dinner table."
Thor grinned at the turtle. "If you do not wish to taste my feast prepared, perhaps I can cook it for you! I can roast it in Clint's coffee for extra zest!"
Everyone at the table shot Thor terrified looks.
"You're not cooking my friend!" Bruce remarked, scooting his chair away from Thor. The sudden movement made the layer of bugs on Thor's platter shift. The insides of my stomach swirled with waves of nausea. I wasn't hungry anymore.
"And you are not wasting my coffee!" Clint stated firmly. I took a closer look at Clint and, loan behold, there was a Starbucks cup underneath the table near him. Steve would kill him later.
"That's a no on Thorium..." Tony uttered. Pepper was too petrified of the dish on the table to snap at him.
That turtle is in for bad luck: being roasted by Thor, forced to endure the torture of being the Science Bros mascot–
Science Bros.
Science Bros.
Bros.
"Bromine." I said. "Bromine sounds cool...if you like it."
The turtle squirmed in Bruce's hands, and he took it as a sign. Bruce stared at the little guy, almost asking for permission. "Bromine...I like that. Bro-Bro is the coolest!"
"I deem thee Bromine Bruceson, worthy of living under the roof of the Avengers!" Thor cheered.
"This was much more interesting than a night of Netflix 'n Chill." Sam replied.
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petersvibes · 7 years ago
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pray you catch me - peter parker
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description: post infinity war.
song: pray you catch me - beyoncé
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader best friends?   (post infinity war)
warnings: THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS FOUR: INFINITY WAR. I AM NOT JOKING. IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT (YOU SHOULD) YOU SHOULD NOT READ. I SWEAR TO GOD PLEASE DON’T. AND DON’T COMPLAIN THAT I SPOILED BECAUSE I’M PUTTING THE READ MORE THING.
author’s note: i knew god wasn’t real when he decided to delete this post haphazardly. i’m just saying i need the clout so you should visit my masterlist and read all my crap. 
taglist: @4ydan @mads—world
Everything is emptier.
The air is warm, gentle winds beating against you with an almost eerie calm, beauty remaining in the day despite the events that just transpired. You look around and see bodies, but only a fraction as many as you should’ve: a thought that, while plagues your mind, is a fraction as important as the status of your boyfriend. Your heart beats hard in your chest and in your ears, but you say nothing, for you know the shocked warriors and teammates around you have just as few answers as you do. Some sob, and some merely whimper, yet you say nothing, convincing yourself that he’s still here, somewhere. Your Peter, you knew, could never possibly abandon you, no matter what the universe had in store. That was a promise the two of you had made to each other long ago, that you had meant with all your heart.
A few feet away, Steve stands straight up, his expression grim, his eyes transfixed on a particular spot on the ground. You slowly move to his side and pull at his arm. “Steve?” You ask, your voice tentative and slightly shaky. “Wh-what…” You trail off, the thought of Bucky blowing away making your stomach turn.
He shakes his head, barely looking at you as he does so, almost as if he’s telling you ‘not now’. You drop your grip and nod, looking around, hopelessly lost. The people who had practically raised you once - Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Thor - look just as troubled and confused as you do, you, along with them, feel like you’ve aged a thousand years in a matter of hours. It feels you’ve just awoken from a terrifying dream only to realize that the conscious world is nothing short of a nightmare. But although you hate to admit it, Peter is what drives you, what forces you to trudge through the rocky Wakandan terrain in futile search of him.
You last saw each other barely a few days ago, your last moments together a riveting, yet terrifying battle against two of Thanos’ henchmen. You watched as Peter soared through the air of city streets, a flash of bright red and blue doing the exact thing he loved as you did the same on the ground. There is little about Peter that captivates you more than the pure radiance he exudes when he puts on his suit. His pure desire to help people, and to be the best version of himself that he could possibly be is what made you fall painstakingly in love with him in the first place. Before that fight was even over, you parted ways over a fleeting kiss, one that ever since, you had been praying wouldn’t be your last.
You don’t even remember if you told him you loved him or not.
“Peter,” You mumble, playing nervously with your fingers. You look heavenward, searching the clear skies for any sign of him. “I know you’re up there somewhere and I just need you to come back down. And you can see this place and we can figure out what the hell just happened.” You laugh humorlessly to yourself, just now realizing how insane you must look. Your hair is matted with alien thing blood and your suit tattered, even burned in some places. Now, you’re a teenage girl, whispering frantically to yourself in the middle of the battlefield.
A deafening groan pierces the stillness of the atmosphere. You flinch and look up, your disgruntled teammates doing the same as a small aircraft pierces the dome and enters your view, landing swiftly on the ground in a matter of seconds. You stiffen, reading your weapon for combat, though your body protests from your existing exhaustion. You note that it looks nothing like the large rings that had invaded the earth earlier, and then the aircraft opens and a blue woman climbs out, you ready yourself to charge.
“Steve,” You call out, though the soldier already had your attention. The woman is only a few yards away, but doesn’t look to any of you. Instead, she looks back at her half open ship. Your skin feels pricked with pins and needles as you wait for something grand to erupt, but it isn’t an alien that follows her path, but a man. It takes you a second to recognize him, and when you do realize it’s Tony, you’re filled from head to toe with a golden bout of hope. You dart towards him at lightning speed, throwing your arms around him in relief. He stumbles backward from your force, but you don’t notice.
You exhale, a breathless smile on your face. “Oh thank God you’re back. Everything is wrong and Thanos is huge but you’re here and I’m so relieved.” You pull away, grinning up at him with tears pricking the corners of your eyes. But Tony is stiff against you, his skin freezing cold.
Your face falls.
“Tony,” You start, your tone fading in its brightness as you look past his shoulder, back at his ship. “Tony where’s… where’s Peter?” You chuckle nervously, taking a step back as your eyes start to widen. You move in the direction of the entryway he just emerged from but his stiff arm flies in your path, hitting you in the stomach. You stop dead in your tracks, turning your head to look at his grave profile. He doesn’t dare to look at you.
“Peter, he-he went with you, he was with you and-” You look down, wondering if the piercing feeling in your chest is an actual spear you hadn’t yet noticed. Your voice drops, barely audible to even him. “Please don’t tell me he’s-.” Your voice fades to a whisper when you stop yourself, your knees trembling as you look up to the man who once, was so big, so grand to you, but now feels impossibility small and vacant. “Tell me he’s here.”
Tony remains still, his hand clasped loosely around his mouth as he looks at you.
Your heart drops out of your chest.
No.
You look at him, horrified, your stricken expression one that will haunt him until his dying breath. “Tony,” Your shaking voice is just short of a sob. You clutch your hands over your mouth, your trembling palms containing a shriek, one originating deep from within the expanses of your bumbling gut. “Tell me.”
The monster that had manifested itself within Tony Stark, since the civil war, since Ultron, since New York, and since he saw his own name on weapons that he then realized had wiped out millions, beams through the cracks in his numb reserve, eroding him away from within in such a way that you almost think he’s about to disappear too. His feet, that had for over forty years kept him anchored to the floor, to his realities old and new, slip out from under him as he drops, in slow motion, into a heap before you. His knees hit the ground with a sickening crack so roaring that you think he’s split open the earth itself. Then come his quivering hands, clinging desperately at the soil, his fist tightening once, twice, three times, before he realizes that he is holding on to nothing - nothing at all.
The world around you starts to tremble, and almost instinctively you look up again, half expecting another form of extra terrestrial transport to be what casts the dark shadow over your vision. But the skies are as clear as ever, just as they were this morning, so you look down, wondering if maybe the demons have risen not from above, but from below, yet the dirt beneath you, though dug up, remains in tact. You look to Steve, letting out a barely registered whimper as his image shakes from side to side, his form fading from distinction to a slurred blur. You blink rapidly, harshly rubbing at the skin around your eyes, the agony inside you clawing its way out in the form of a thunderous roar.
“PETER!” You screech, throwing your deadened arms in front of you haphazardly. Though your body bears barely a blemish, you move with a mangled stagger, as though your flesh is being ripped from your shuddering bones. Like Tony, you open and close your fists as you woefully maneuver through the destruction. You shred at the shrapnel and rubble in your path, calling Peter’s name, desperately, over and over, so fortissimo that you can barely hear what you say. You scream his name even as your throat pleads for relief, even as your whipped lungs cough and choke from lack of oxygen intake. You shout so much that your voice becomes indistinctive from a howl in the night, the devastated howl of a wolf who has realized her pack is gone.
What shoves you down to the ground then is a force greater than you, the Avengers, or Thanos has ever known. You’re absolutely useless against it, and you can’t feel it really, but it’s undeniably present. Almost as if gravity itself has changed its direction, having you flying to the ground like a paper doll in the wind. You would later learn that you broke your arm from that fall, but the crack of your bones registered as nothing more than a pinch. The force that pushed you holds you tight to the ground; it sits on your back and demands that you beg for mercy, but you’re unable to speak, you’re unable to see, and you’re unable to breathe.
“Tell me,” You plead, crawling pathetically on the ground like a half squashed insect. It is unclear as to how you did it, but you end up right back where you were, Tony before you kneeling like a statue, the earth around him still cracked with his imprint. “Tell me, Tony tell me, tell me, tell me…”
Suddenly you’re atop him, Tony falling to his back defenselessly, eased to your will in a way that is, until now, you suppose, is completely uncharacteristic to him. Your fists meet the delicacies of his face with sickening crunches and cracks. You gather at the collar of his shirt, raising his upper body and slamming it back to the ground with the last of your strength, screaming at his absence again and again, “Tell me! Tell me! TELL ME!”
From behind you, a set of muscular arms squeeze you from behind and purposefully rip you away from your target, much to your protest. In Steve’s steadier arms, you flail your limbs in the open air, reaching with no avail at Tony’s motionless, soundless body. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM! I TRUSTED YOU, HE TRUSTED YOU!” Natasha helps him to sit up, revealing the damage done. His lip adorns a split that bleeds profusely down his chin, dripping onto his shirt. You never felt the cracks of his cheekbones under the force of your fists, but his face shows the evidence: slashes and swells that will take more than just a few months to heal. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” You demand, anguish rocking each syllable, emboldening your words as they reverberate off of every rock, branch, and leaf for miles.
Through the swell of his eyes, you can barely see it: utter brokenness and despair. Violently, you gag, your mouth filling with burning bile that erupts past your cracked lips and spills recklessly on and around you. Like that, you’ve turned into that paper girl again, surrendering to the will of the man holding you. Slackened like a worn rag doll, you let yourself be carried away by your older friend, wailing for mercy.
With you in his arms, Steve sprints away from the scene, determination driving him to find somewhere, anywhere where this isn’t real, where half of his world still exists, where his best friend is alive and finally as happy as he has always deserved, and where he doesn’t have to listen to the sound, see the sight, and feel the torment of your heart breaking. He stumbles but isn’t deterred, the blood pounding in his ears almost drowning out the voice in his head telling him to keep going and to keep you safe. He places you down, collapsing next to you exhaustedly when you’re almost twenty miles away, deep in the thrush of the forest.
Steve places his cut palm on your forehead, your head lolling as you keep your eyes screwed shut. “You’re okay (Y/N).” He mumbles, though he says it more to himself than to you. “We-we’ll-”
Moaning, “No.” Through hooded eyes you see flashes of his stricken expression as your head bobs languidly, the movement restricted by the constraints of your suit. “Please,” You croak, blindly grasping at his wrists and pressing his burly palms to your chest. “Tell me. Tell me it’s real.”
As a child, when Steve would look up, his contended smile would reach his eyes at the sight of a bright sun and a blue sky. He would feel warmth of her rays, feel the chill of her winds, and although he had limited knowledge about the wonders of Earth, he knew he loved her, and cared deeply for everyone living on her. Steve was small then, (he never really grew after high school anyways) but he didn’t feel small. Even with all his bouts of self doubt, Steven knew with unwavering valor that he would serve his world, blue skies his only limit.
Today, Steve is bigger, but he feels minuscule, because now he knows that the blue of the sky fades into darkness, and the darkness is far more vast than the blue. Steve knows just as much, even less than he did as a boy, and it’s this realization that breaks him. Tears finally break, pouring down Steve’s face and into his facial hair before they drip onto the skin of his forearms. He looks up at a cloudless sky and for the first time in his long, tumultuous life, he feels hopeless as he does so.
“It’s real.” Steve responds, trying his damnedest to keep his cries understated. “Peter… Bucky… they’re gone. They’re all gone.” The last string holding his heart up snaps as he says the name, sending his life plummeting down into the abyss of his belly. “Oh.”
Like two beaten animals, you cling to each other with the remnants of your energy, rocking back and forth in the middle of the forest that encloses you in. You cry out for Peter, and for Bucky, and you cry for the fate of humanity that the two of you have assumed into your hands. “They can’t just disappear,” you sob, pressing your cheek to his chest. “They were here, they’re real, they can’t just be gone.” Your head angrily throbs in protest as you feebly attempt to control the rampage of thoughts and memories. Though it was only days, it felt like a lifetime ago that you last saw Peter, and felt his warmth on your skin. A past you, you think, was the girl who sat next to him on the bus on a field trip from the MoMA, giggling as he snuck cheeky kisses on your face and hands. You had listened to happy music, curated from your favorite songs, and you had laughed at Ned making stupid jokes behind from behind you. “I want him back, I just-” Suddenly, you scream, forcing Steve out of his distant trance.
He squeezes his arms tighter around you, rocking you back and forth like you’re a baby he has to lull. “Shhh..” Steve whispers, kissing you repeatedly atop your head, wiping at his face. “I know… I know…”
You look up at him through glassy eyes, meeting his gaze, his stomach lurching again. “I love him. I love him.” You say, desperately begging for Steve to understand that all the love you could ever give crumbled into nothingness with its keeper. “I don’t want to stop loving him.” You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don’t want to stop. No. No.”
Misery holds your voice captive, your words fading to a hoarse whisper as you think of him. A cool, tickling breeze brushes between you, carrying your sorrowful cries for miles around you. Deep in your belly, where the punches hurt the most, you feel the presence of a gaping hole, searing the fresh around it in a fervent blaze. The pain is unrelenting, and you relinquish yourself to its will, letting it encompass you in its entirety. You’ve now seen people disappear from thin air, you’ve heard their screams as they’ve done so, and now you now how it feels. You’ve dematerialized. You feel yourself fade away, your life, your heart, and your soul merely ashes that never existed and will never exist again.
The light of day fades into infinite darkness when you open your eyes back again, and though you are unsure whether you cried yourself to sleep or not, you don’t care enough to ponder it further. Steve is still holding you, the tightness never wavering not even for a moment. But it’s the sight of him that elicits a terrified gasp. He stares absently in front of him, still gently rocking your bodies back and forth like a pendulum. Darkness swells around his pale eye, fleeting moonlight illuminating his hardened face. His eyes, once curiously blue, focus on nothing, they hardly even blink, and if it weren’t for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, you’d question whether or not you were trapped in the arms of a corpse.
“Steve,” You murmur, pushing out of his grasp and holding onto the ground to steady yourself. The older man’s eyes snap towards you instantly, landing on you almost surprisedly. You squeeze at his bruised knuckles, shaking him gently. Clearing your throat, you sit up, stumbling slightly, and call upon something in the vein of strength. “Steve,” You repeat, your tone now cold and demanding. “We have to go.” You aren’t sure where this conviction came from, but its presence manages to clear the ache of your body, at least temporarily.
He seems to ponder it for a moment, to ponder you, but eventually, Steve nods, squeezing back at your hand. “We have to go.” He repeats, glancing back at the path he took to get to this place. You help each other to stand up, your two feet strong atop the ground. As you start to walk, you feel his hand on your arm, stopping you in your place. He says nothing.
“I need you to be him again.” You say, your voice as determined as his was when Steve lead you into battle. “We’re all that’s left. The Avengers, I mean.” Your heart pangs at the thought of Peter gushing over the man in front of you, and you long for the hours of babbling about being a part of the team. “I need you to be a leader.”
“I don’t know how to fight against this.” He confesses, but does so without shame. “I’ve fought all my life, but never like this.”
“That’s okay.” You assure him, gathering your fists together. “Because I know Thanos will come back. And when he does….”
The image in your mind of the gargantuan titan fuels your rage, overtaking the flashes of Peter’s ailing face that had filled you with so much sorrow. You chuckle, cracking your knuckles and narrowing your dark and stony eyes.
“I’ll fucking kill him.”
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skeletonwoman · 8 years ago
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No Rules (Avengers)
honestly, i don’t know about this one. It is sitting in my drafts and my inspo had been Tony making jokes about a drywall robot (also i wanted to do a greys inspired fic) but idk like honestly i don’t know
So here’s a real... A real bad fic
Also it has a quite a fair amount of swearing in it so beware (also Wanda gets vicious)
“First of all, bitch.” Bucky starts, his hands in the air as he turns away from Thor, who is eyeing him in what can only be called puzzlement. You glance at your empty hands and frown. Snacks, you need snacks if Bucky’s going to start calling people bitches, which will definitely rapidly devolve into bitch subclasses.
Buckys bitch subclass of the week: Basic.
“Y/N!” Wanda calls and you look up, spotting and catching the packet of sour gummy worms flying at your head. Yes. Snacks, yes.
“You’re a nasty bitch-” Your jaw drops at the return of last week’s insult, but you can’t focus on that curveball right now- though it is a curveball, judging by Thors expression. “You’re not a team player, you spot something you want and you snatch it, with no consideration for anyone’s work, thoughts or emotional states.”
Ouch. You hold back your giggle, instead filling your mouth with the sour goodness.
“I simply requested that your form had changed from our last training session together, my friend.” Thor shrugs, waving his hand through the air and rolling his eyes. His gaze catches on yours and he shoots you a look that has Bucky grinding his teeth.
“You did not, you’re downplaying your role in this to make me seem insane. Overemotional, over anything, you fake bitch.” Bucky snarls, throwing a hand toward Wanda as if searching for some backup and you watch her panic, earning an ire filled glare from Bucky.
“Look, scum, I didn’t say anything.” Thor hisses, leaning forward and bending down slightly, as if to add insult to injury and a blush rises high in Buckys cheeks. The rage blush.
Soon.
“Say it again you feral, flea carrying, Viking, piece of trash.” Bucky says lowly, stepping forward, almost lip to lip with Thor. “Tell me I’m scum, tell me I’m overreacting.”
“You’re overreacting, because you’re a dirty, brain dead, metal plated, homeless looking speck of scum on the bottom of my boot.” Thor shouts, cavalier and grinning manically. A fist comes from nowhere, throwing him sideways and you can’t help shouting like a cowboy and throwing your sour treats in the air.
“It’s on!” You cheer, diving into the fray and getting a kick to the chest in a short second. Coughing, you force yourself upright again. “Yeah. That’s the stuff.”
“I hate you!” Wanda screeches, appearing above you like a vampire and crashing down upon you. You’re not surprised when she grabs your hair, but you’re prepared and pull her ankle hard. “Ouch!”
You can’t help hissing as she bites down on your wrist, glaring at you like a savage monkey. Stooping, you knee her in the gut and roll her over, tearing your hair free as her grip loosens and instead pinning her and setting your butt over her face.
“Say mercy!” You roar and she screams, only for you to feel the weightlessness of flight. Crashing, you land among the pot plant, rolling out seconds later and leaping to your feet excitedly.
“So sorry.” You whisper to the plant as you pick up the pot and hurl it into the now five person pile-up of a fight.
“Who threw that?” Natasha shouts just above the din and you don’t waste time freezing, instead launching yourself onto Buckys back as he breaks free from the tangle.
“Got ya.” You cackle, whooping as he swings you over his shoulder. Your whoop ends on a sudden gasp as the wind flies from your lungs and you stare up at your maker. “Hello God.”
“You’re gonna wish it was God.” Bucky snickers, disappearing moments later as a body flies into him.
“When?” You ask the empty air above, smirking to yourself, only for Wanda to roll across you. “Are you dead?”
“Close to it. I’m gonna bite off your pinkie finger.” She warns, meeting your eyes without an ounce of mercy in hers.
“Not if I bite off yours first.” You laugh, snatching her hand and pulling it hard toward your face.
You shouldn’t be surprised when she uses the momentum to punch you- to the face. Somehow, you are.
“Little- little- little murder-bot.” You groan, clutching the back of your head where it bounced off the floor.
As a wall, or part of it, comes tumbling down, white confetti falls from the ceiling and you groan with relief.
“Thank all that is holy.” You grunt, panting from where you’re still stretched out over glass, soil and likely one persons nail. Uh and- a shoe, size twelve, matte black leather.
“Mine.” Sam grins, snatching it from you and you smile at him softly.
From the corner of your eye, you see Tony wave a hand through the air and Residents fly through the air, clacking open above you and pulling to your feet. You smile at the exoskeletal robot and hold out your arms, letting it attach itself to your body like a suit of splints.
“Is this O’Malley? I hope it’s O’Malley.” You hum, checking your wrist, similarly like when one looks at the time, and eye the tag. “Yay! O’Malley.”
Of all the residents, the robots that picked you guys up after a fight and walked you back to wherever medical was, O’Malley is your favourite. Named after the Greys Anatomy season one interns, you made Stark model their workmanship after the characters themselves.
Karev- a good machine but terrible at taking orders from the person it’s attached to, Grey- always breaking down and buzzing loudly at you but it applies the best care, Yang- similar to Grey but instead of breaking down the machine is always rushes through your care, Stevens- the robot with a heart, it listens too much to the person its attached to and gets distracted with all the commands, and lastly O’Malley- cool under pressure but doubtful with every decision. Of course, there are other Residents like Bailey, Torres and most of the cast, but the first season interns are always first on the scene.
Stretching out your battered limbs, you feel your body relax at the barely discernible hum of the Resident on your back. Residents mean safety, healing and care. Residents also mean life, living.
“Look at this mess.” Tony sighs, taking in the room as a buzzing clunk sounds in the doorway.
“Kepner! You made it!” The entire group cheers, the old and clunky robotic vacuum ignoring you entirely as it slowly starts across the floors. A loud humming sounds and you watch the rest of the robots fill the room, cleaning, melting, rebuilding and… erratically painting.
“Drywall robot.” Tony marvels happily and you snort. “Laughter isn’t admissible after I completed the robot and brought all these features to life.”
“Ouch.” You tease, looking about the room and pouting at the billionaire. “That was pretty fun.”
“Very relaxing.” Bucky grins, bumping his fist against Thors. “This bitch.”
“Hey! Gummy worms!” Steve shouts, batting away a little robot and snatching up the bag. “They’re still good!”
“Yes, gimme!” You crow, the group descending on Steve like a ravenous horde. Moments before he’s crushed under the weight of you all, you see regret flash across his face. Idiot.
“It’s gotten to the point where I can’t go out for lunch anymore.” Fury groans, “I leave for five minutes and return to see Bob the Builder putting drywall up over a gaping hole. He’s not even a licensed contractor and he hasn’t got any of the credentials to do construction work- because he’s a robot.”
A soft whir sounds and Fury mutters a soft curse before rubbing his face and rising slowly from the chair.
“I’ll get out of your way.” He says gently, Kepner clunking over the spot where his feet had been moments ago, and disappearing under the chair.
Lucky stares at Fury, head tilted before barking happily. Fury sighs, only to flinch as a loud crash sounds from the next room.
"I don't even know why they do it."
i hoped you enjoyed the shitshow, it was produced entirely by me (and a little bit of Shonda)
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avenging-fics · 8 years ago
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Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (9/15)
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AU Summary: Y/N’s powers had a reaction to the Hulk which resulted in Dr. Banner’s resurfacing. 
Notes: brucetasha is real on this fic. just a heads up ok. if you don’t ship it, well then. i dont know what to tell you, bud. this crap works in my fic so yeah. im a huge shipper for buckynat but im sucking it up for this series. ok cool
Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
MASTERLIST
“Natasha!”
Y/N called out as she ran up to the top of the tower where Steve, Tony and Natasha were. All three pairs of eyes looked at her and they knew that something was wrong. Tony dropped the iron man arm he was working on and the smiles in Steve and Nat’s faces disappeared.
“We found him.”
“What?” Tony asked as Natasha froze in place.
Y/N nodded. “We found Banner.”
Then, as fast as she can, Natasha shot up and almost sprinted towards the quinjet outside. With everyone else following behind her, Steve told Y/N to follow her and keep her company while he and Tony get suited up for a mission and find Barton. Banner was their friend and a valuable team member. There was no way the Avengers wouldn’t go to get him.
Inside the quinjet, Natasha was awfully quiet but Y/N knows just how much thoughts running through her mind on their way to god knows where.
“Commander Hill, we’re in the quinjet on the way.” Y/N said as she called to report.
“Dr. Banner is located near the eastern piers. Coordinates are being sent to your jet.” she responded back, urgency in her voice as well. Everyone is on high alert today.
“Copy that.”
“Agent Y/L/N, one more thing.” Hill said. “He’s on code green.”
Natasha locked eyes on Y/N and her pupils dilated.
The Hulk is out.
“Agent Romanoff, still remember the lullaby?” Tony’s voice suddenly shot up in their comms unit as Y/N saw him fly beside the quinjet while another one flies behind Natasha and Y/N. It was probably Clint and Steve.
Y/N heard the Black Widow whispered under her breathe.
“Couldn’t forget it.”
Then when they were closing in on the destination, an explosion were seen from below the ground. He’s wrecking havoc. They have to be quick.
Natasha landed the jet in a wide parking lot near the commotion and ran outside so fast. Y/N followed her and felt a strong sense that something was coming towards them and the people fleeing from the scene.
“Nat, watch out!” she shouted as a mangled car came flying towards them. Y/N concentrated all her magnetic powers to stop the car and drop it somewhere there’s no civilians. But then as the car was in midair a huge green fist punched through it, breaking it in half revealing an angry giant face, raging and roaring.
Y/N gasped as she turned around and saw all those people behind her, cowering in fear. They’ll be killed if they don’t get in a safe place, and soon. She looked at the person beside her and was shocked at how frozen Natasha was. But there was no fear in her eyes.
This hulk was Bruce.
Then Tony came flying from above them and landed beside Agent Romanoff, and opened his mask.
“Bruce.” he breathed, keeping his gaze at the hulk in front of him, relieved to his his friend for a long time. The giant roared once more and that’s when Natasha finally moved. She stepped closer to him and slowly held out her hand.
“Hey, big guy.” she said, almost making her voice crack. “Sun’s getting real low.”
Y/N couldn’t look away. She was entranced by the whole scene with the Hulk and Natasha. But when she felt someone tapped her shoulders, Y/N turned around to see Captain America with his costume and shield.
“Steve, those people–”
“Are all safe now. I led them away from this block to the next. Don’t worry.” he said, then he looked at the rest of his team with Agent Romanoff and Hulk at the center. His team was with him again.
They watched as Natasha smiled with unshed tears in her eyes while the strong green giant stepped away and transformed into a half naked man with black curly hair and a scruffy beard. Dr. Bruce Banner was back.
******
“Is this better than the last one?”
“Well, subject number 247 has stable vitals, no complications on health even with a more concentrated amount of grav—-”
“I don’t care about it’s health.” he raised his voice. “Is this one better than her?”
The assistant shuddered and stepped back a bit, wide-eyed at the man beside him. He gulped before speaking, afraid of another outburst from the lead scientist on this facility. “Subject number 247 exceeds all of our expectations unlike the lost subject number 109, sir. She’s better in every way.”
He grinned, so maliciously and turned around, walking back to his office. He chuckled darkly and took out an old photo from his coat.
“Tessa, we did it.”
The ride back to the tower was no doubt one of the most awkward the whole team has been. Even with Thor not present, the ambiance was electrifying and a single wrong move can cause riot. It was so since Dr. Banner boarded the plane with Stark, Y/N and Agent Romanoff as Captain Rogers and Barton used the other jet.
It was silent and Tony, having taken off his helmet, had a great idea to whistle as his friend sitting across from him shook his head and stared at the ground. Bruce was given a shirt and a pair of pants when he transformed back. he didn’t really say anything else. The doctor just accepted the clothes and willingly turned himself in, ashamed for the damage he had done back in Sweden. Stark took care of it, of course. But still Banner felt responsible even if the hulk wasn’t his fault.
Y/N also noticed how pale Natasha’s knuckles were on the controls. She was gripping too hard. One would think that after the lullaby they’d be running into each other’s arms but Natasha was expressionless when Bruce took a glance at her. She’s willing herself to not make anyone see her true emotions.
When they landed back at the tower, Steve and Clint were already there waiting with Thor who just arrived as soon as he heard the news about Banner. Tony stepped out of the jet and immediately deactivated his suit. Natasha went out quick with Y/N following behind her, leaving Dr. Banner the last one to get out the jet.
He walked cautiously with Stark as he was given a room to change into something else and have a shower. No one else said anything else after that. They just all went into the conference room and waited until Bruce was ready to explain everything.
“Anybody want a drink?” Tony asked as walked towards the bar, taking out a bottle.
“I’ll have one.” Clint said when no one else did or at least moved from their places. Thor was sitting on the couch with the hammer by his side while Steve sat across from him. Natasha was near the glass windows staring into nothing and Y/N was standing near the doors, keeping watch over everyone.
These are the Avengers. They were a team. And now that the missing member resurfaced again, everyone was curious as to why.
Why did Banner come back and why did he left? Although the latter was mostly the question Natasha need answered.
Soon, the doors opened and Dr. Banner entered wearing his own clothes and a forced smile towards his teammates.
“Hey.” he said.
Tony stepped forward with a glass in hand. “We’re all ears, Banner. Lay it on me.”
Bruce cleared his throat and walked inside their circle. “I was going back in forth in Norway and Sweden, actually. I used your stealth tech to hide myself away from…..well, everyone.”
Natasha flinched and turned around to look at him. Bruce saw this and had an apologetic look in his face. He felt so terrible about her.
“You left because you wanted to hide?” she said, her voice filled with pain and disbelief. It was horrible seeing Black Widow like this. “You left the team, Bruce. You left us.”
“I..I’m sorry, Natasha. Truly, I just…”
Clint stepped forward and grabbed hold of his bestfriend’s arm. “Nat, calm down.”
She shrugged him off anyway and focused her eyes on Bruce. “We could’ve fixed everything. We could’ve worked things out. Yet you left because of some stupid fear.”
“It’s not stupid! I could have hurt you!” Bruce raised his voice, which made everyone in the room tense and stood up ready for whatever. He looked around him and sighed. His only friends still see him as a threat. As a time bomb, ready to explode.
Bruce shook his head and slumped. “Honestly, I didn’t want to come back.”
“Then why did you?!” Natasha yelled.
“BECAUSE OF HER!”
Everyone followed where Banner was pointing at.
It was Y/N.
“What?” Steve asked.
“I—The other guy sensed something. I don’t know how to explain it. It was like a strong presence pulling me to her.”
Y/N gasped. “Like magnets?”
Is this true? The hulk had a reaction to her power that caused him to transform. What is the explanation for this? And why now? Y/N had her powers before so why did it trigger something?
That’s when Tony stepped out of the room muttering. “We need to run some tests.”
******
Agent Romanoff was rarely bothered by anything. And if she was, she had a great talent for hiding it. She was an agent. It was a job qualification, after all.
But when her heart is bursting with so much emotion, she craves the feel of a gun firing in her hand towards someone deserving of it.
But she can’t do any of that right now because the door to her private room at the tower just opened.
“Natasha, please, listen to me.” Bruce said, with his hands in front of him, anxious and steady.
She clenched her jaw. “What are you doing here?”
“Please let’s just talk. I really want to make things okay.”
“Okay? Bruce, we were never okay. We were broken from the start. And if I remember correctly, we never did have a beginning.” she seethed, fury taking over her brain. “You ended us before we could even start.”
Bruce sighed and nod slowly. “I know. I’m sorry. I hurt you.”
“You left me.”
“Tash—”
“And you didn’t want to come back.”
“I was a liability.”
“You were an Avenger.”
Then in a swift motion, Bruce stepped forward and grabbed Natasha’s waist, claiming her lips before she could even react.
He pushed all of his love into her and it was more than enough to tame the rage in her. Natasha softened and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much love as he did. He accepted everything from her and they were lost in each other. They were finally together and this is what they’ve always wanted.
When they pulled away, Bruce was staring into her eyes as if he just found a cure to all evil. And she was so filled with love that she never knew she was capable of. It was overwhelming and beautiful at the same time.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.
Bruce smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m running with it. With you.”
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