#not knowing who she is without tony and being a little afraid to find out is such an essential part of her story

[sincetheducksleft]

I do think Tony and Carmela are an example of the trend in most fictional narratives for male rage to come from being denied something you feel you deserve (acceptance, freedom, love, a fair shot, or in this case a family of origin that loved him and a chance at a healthy adult life that wasn't fated to despair), and for female rage to come from exceeding your capacity to absorb the cruelty of others, usually men.

[gunsandspaceships]

Tony’s behavior: Teenager/Young Adult (21 years old)

In previous episodes (Kid, 16 years old, 17-18 years old) we watched as Tony, from a calm and quiet boy who obeyed his father, began to behave in an atypical manner. But this behavior only appeared after the age of 16. It is not known what the reason was, but I have some ideas which I will share later in another post.

In this post, we take a look at 21-year-old Tony before his parents died.

Captain America: Civil War

It's Christmas time, Tony is back home for winter break after studying abroad (for his PhD). His parents are going on a short vacation to the Bahamas.

Tony just returned home from another country a few hours ago and is now sleeping on the couch in the living room of his parents' mansion. I bet some people thought he was partying and drinking, having a fun night with a girl (as Howard sarcastically suggested). He actually has jet lag, not a hangover. He looks fine and healthy here.

For some reason he is sleeping on the couch in the living room, instead of the bed in his bedroom. Btw, this couch looks like the worst place to sleep. But this is Tony, that's normal. His preferences for comfort are a little unusual.

He is still busy studying. He completed his bachelor's degree, master's degree and is now pursuing his doctorate. This means that he did not waste his life drinking and partying. He was engaged in what we all (usually) consider good and useful - education and science. And his father was still dissatisfied. Why is that?

Here Howard demonstrates his attitude towards Tony. Calling him "homeless person", assuming without evidence that he had a sexual relationship with a girl, telling him that he's wasting his potential. From the "16 Years" post, we know that Tony was interested in robotics and not so much, to put it mildly, in weapons. By "potential" did Howard mean "creating weapons, not robots"? Let's see if we have any other clues here...

This behavior looks strange, doesn't it? Tony doesn't seem to approve "quick stop at the Pentagon". Why? Maybe because he doesn't approve of Howard's business? That's something new! Some would say. But remember what he did in high school - he hacked the Pentagon's firewall. All the evidence suggests that he was not a great fan of the military at the time. Who knows, maybe this was one of the stumbling blocks in their relationship?

Listening to their argument, Maria looks indifferent. She seems to be used to it. So this has been going on for some time. Some years.

Tony definitely had a better relationship with his mother than with his father. Although Tony and Maria are a little awkward around each other. And we know why - they rarely spent time together during these 21 years.

Speaking of interaction, both sides - Tony and his parents - tried to avoid each other. Howard and Maria are heading to the Bahamas without taking their son with them. Tony comes back home just before they leave. Everything tells us that it wasn’t just like that that time, that’s how it usually happened. What was going on? They sent him to boarding school when he was too young, and he lived on campuses for 14 years, moving only from school to MIT to another college overseas. And even when he was back at home for a few days, they went somewhere and he was home alone. And he was not a big fan of their presence too, enjoying being alone, home, but sleeping on the couch. Something was completely f*cked up there.

Maria said Howard misses Tony when he is not there. This comment and the avoidant behavior give me the feeling that Howard was afraid of Tony's presence around. We know he never told Tony what he was really working on - S.H.I.E.L.D., Tesseract-based energy, and the new super soldier serum. Was he afraid that Tony would find out? If so, why? Because of the danger?

Tony's joke about the Pentagon's Christmas menu made me think he was familiar with it. Had Howard taken him to the Pentagon for the holidays before? And only him, without Maria. Maybe it was because there was no one at home to keep Tony company? Unlikely. There were other people around - Jarvis, his wife, nanny, or Maria (As a last resort. Weird, I know). Was this an attempt to introduce Tony to the military then? Sounds even weirder that it happened during holidays. Why would you bring your kid to the Pentagon for the holidays, Howard? He should be at home with his family. Gosh...

[tessatales]

The Sins of the Winter Soldier Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Notes: slow burn romance

Warnings: none really, hinted past issues with reader?

Authors note: Hey guys! If anyone has a better idea for the fic name please drop them below! Honestly pulled this title out my butt and I don’t really like it. But it’s better than ‘Bucky fic’ so at this point I can’t complain 🤷🏻‍♀️

Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

You wake up to the unnerving sound of silence.

The compound was silent.

In the year since being rescued, and the six months since you'd been moved into the avengers tower, you were pretty sure it had never been silent.

Feeling the familiar sensation of dread creeping in, you sit up, thankful for falling asleep fully clothed.

Slipping on a pair of trainers, you padded out into the empty corridors, your steps silent as you listened out for signs of life.

Biting down on the inside of your cheek as you walked, you tried your best to remember what your therapist said about dealing with panic.

"Remember Y/N, your emotions are currently directly linked to your power. Panic equals power surge"

"Good morning Y/N" Agent Peters said as she appeared from around the corner, her eyes trained on the communicator in her hands.

Relief floods your body as she approached, making you feel a little light headed.

"Morning, where is everyone?" You ask, hoping the shakiness you feel doesn't portray in your voice. Agent Peters doesn't stop, continuing on her way through the building as she speaks.

"They're all in the Pit"

The Pit?

There was only two reasons they'd all be there, and as you haven't been shipped off somewhere in the middle of the night because Hydra had found you, it will be the second option.

They've caught someone.

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"Who do we have?" You ask breathlessly as you make your way to the front of the observation deck, only to be held back by several pairs of hands.

"Are you out of your mind Y/N? Who told you we were here?" Tony demanded through gritted teeth. The panic in his gaze obvious. Sensing you were about to get Agent Peters in trouble, you decided to be vague.

"Just some Shield Agent I passed in the corridor, I got scared when I couldn't find anyone so they told me you guys were down here" You reply sheepishly, hating having to admit as a grown adult that you were afraid. The remaining hands drop from where they held you, one or two squeezing you affectionately before doing so.

"Sorry kid, we didn't think about what it would be like for you to wake up and find no one, but this stuff is sensitive." Steve said, making his way to stand in front of you.

"Is it bad?" You ask, anxious to know whos down in containment.

"He wasn't when I knew him. But that was a long time ago now"

"You've caught the Winter Soldier?" You gasp. Steve nodded.

"Though I knew him as Bucky"

Gesturing for you to follow, Steve made his way towards the edge of the deck.

"It took the Big Guy removing his robotic arm to detain him. But we did it.” Tony said over his shoulder as he worked on the holograms in front of him.

“Found him in Siberia." Steve continued as he lent against the railings above the Pit. You hovered just a step away from it, scared of what you'd see when you peered over.

"Don't worry, he cant see you from here" Natasha said, coming to place her hand reassuringly on your shoulder. With a nod, you stepped forward, holding your breath as the Pit came into view.

The man you could see below didn't look like a deadly assassin. He didn't really look real. You'd seen the affects the serum had on people, you'd read every file you could on Steve and everyone else on the team since arriving at the compound. But this man looked different.

He stood motionless in the middle of the shielded cell, his body perfectly placed for any oncoming threat. He seemed to lean heavily to one side as if unsure how to balance himself without his metal arm, and even from this height you could see the angry red scars that wound around what remained of the metal appendage.

"He looks sad" You mutter, staring down a the Winters Soldiers profile.

"That's one way to look at it, I think he looks damn angry" Sam said, crossing his arms as he leaned over to take a look.

"You’re bitter because of the car thing" Tony commented, his eye never leaving the hologram before him.

"And you wouldn't be?" Sam countered, eyebrow raised in question. Tony didn’t reply.

"What are you going to do with him?" You ask no one in particular, barely managing to tear your eyes away to look at Steve when you get no response.

"Tony and Bruce are looking into the arm, making sure there's no trackers imbedded in it. While the Shield team are convinced that the longer he is away from Hydra, the more likely it will be for us to be able to deprogram him." Steve replied as he moved away from the edge.

You felt the surprise flood your body at the decision.

"They're not going to try to use him?" You half whisper. Steve shook his head but said nothing.

"Not like this.” Natasha answered for him, looking between you and Steve.

“Once upon a time, Bucky was one of us. Shield hope that if they can get him back to pre-programmed Bucky, he might offer his skills willingly." Steve said, his gaze unfocused as he looked down at his friend.

"But what if he doesn't?" You say with a frown, looking again at the man in the cell.

"If he doesn't, he'll be free to go wherever he likes. Hydra and Shield free" Steve said, a hint of a smile on his face. Although he was trying to hide it, you could hear the bittersweetness in his voice as he thought about it. Because if Bucky said no and left, he’d be leaving Steve behind.

"You'd get your best friend back" You say with a small smile, trying your best to pull him out of his melancholy thoughts as you hugged him around the middle.

"I would" Steve said with a laugh, hugging you back.

"Until that day however, we’re going to have to ask you to stay away from here." Nat said as you pulled away from Steve, turning you by the shoulders. You felt yourself pout.

"Why? Surely him being locked down there can’t affect me?" You ask with only a little annoyance evident in your voice.

"We don't know. All Hydra know about you so far is that we have you. The last thing we wanna do is broadcast your whereabouts via their deadliest asset." Natasha continued turning you to face the rest of the team. Scanning the teams faces, you could see they all felt the same.

"Here, stayed up to finish it when I found out they were bringing him here" Bruce chimed in, handing you your very on comm bracelet.

"This way you can talk to any of us whenever you need to without having to come down here." Nat said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I’ll stay away. This is the longest I’ve stayed in one place. I'm not jeopardizing that." You reply, slapping the bracelet on and looking at everyone. This was your new family. You weren't going to mess that up.

A/N: Chapter 2 can be found here

[aurumacadicus]

More mob boss Steve and stripper Tony!

Natasha has a dossier by the third of January, and she hands it to him after their morning meeting. Steve tries to take it, but she doesn’t let go. He sighs. He should have known better.

“I don’t care that you would rather go to a strip club than to a family party,” she says simply. “I don’t even care that you lied to keep everyone off your back.” Her expression doesn’t change, but her grip on the file tightens just a little. “I care that you put yourself in danger.”

Steve finally tugs the file free of her hand. “I acknowledge this. I won’t be sorry,” he replies, flipping it open to a picture of Tony’s smiling face.

Natasha crosses her arms, scowling at him. “Well,” she says when he pointedly doesn’t acknowledge her, mulish. “As long as you’re aware of how I feel.”

“You know I’m stupid,” Steve replies, eyes tracing over the MIT sweatshirt that Tony is practically swimming in.

“Yeah,” Natasha sighs, shaking her head in defeat, and turns to leave. “I’m going to go complain about you to Sam, and if Bucky finds out, that’s your problem.”

Steve waves at her without looking up. “Yeah, yeah, get out of here.” He gives the picture of Tony one last once-over, then flips open to the first page of Natasha’s research. He immediately pauses over the name.

Anthony Stark.

He remembers Howard Stark, vaguely. Business mogul. They’d shaken hands, once, when Steve had been hopeful and new. His wife had been lovely. They’d passed away in a drunk driving accident, the file says, and the drunk driver hadn’t even gotten a scratch. Anthony had been left orphaned at the tender age of nineteen. He should have had the whole world at his feet, but it had been swept out from under him instead. He’d barely graduated with his PhDs in engineering. He’d tried to take over his father’s company, but he’d been locked out of any controlling positions. “Too young,” he’d been told by his father’s business partner, by his board of directors. Shaken heads, wagged fingers. “Take a smaller role,” they said.

Anthony had tried to go to a different company, but somehow he’d been blackballed. Bullied, Steve thinks, turning more and more pages of the threats Stark Industries had rained down on their competitors. Anthony couldn’t work how he wanted there, but they’d be damned if they’d let him work somewhere else. Cameras in his face. Paparazzi asking him what it was like, being unable to get a job in his field. People after him for his money. A pressure cooker leading up to him packing a bag and disappearing from his home in Manhattan. A brief sighting in Philadelphia leaving his best friend’s family’s home. Then nothing.

Tony Carbonell had appeared in Brooklyn six months ago, working the ladies’ night at the strip club Steve frequented during holidays. He had eventually taken a more regular job at a gay club, but he preferred Steve’s on nights off, where he wouldn’t get pinched and propositioned. He's friendly with the girls there, who are fond of him in return, because he's charismatic, and sweet, and likes to learn new moves, and sometimes when he gets an especially big tip with one he gives part of it to the girl he learned from. They usually sneak the money back into his wallet.

He rents a room in a boarding house. Keeps to himself. Sends letters to a friend named James Rhodes--his college roommate. The only one who had ever cared for him besides his parents, it seems like. He has a relatively new friend, a Virginia Potts, but that seems to be all they are. He goes to coffee shops in his spare time and uses the WiFi for his old laptop. Natasha has never gotten close enough to see what for, and she was too afraid bugging it would cause the ancient thing to just become a brick.

He’s working the ladies night at the local club tonight.

Steve checks his calendar. Nothing he can’t reschedule. He picks up his phone to let May know.

“Did you fall in love at first sight with some twink at the strip club who wasn’t even working?!” Bucky barks as soon as the line picks up.

Steve puts the phone back in its cradle with a wince.

[gigglymarvel]

From Strangers to Sisters

Chapter Ten - Rescue Mission

Tony interrupts Wanda and Natasha to let them know a little girl nearby needs their help. (Word count: 2726)

Previous chapter:

On the way back to the hotel, Natasha received a phone call from Tony. He had received word that a four year old girl had been kidnapped by HYDRA agents and was staying undercover until they could get her to their headquarters for experimentation. She was in their area and Natasha got a text with the details of the people who have her and the child.

Nat showed the text to Wanda, as Yelena and Kate were too drunk for this mission and were already back at the hotel. The two sober women went in search for the little girl in order to save her.

The Black Widow found a small stuffed toy on the ground and showed it to Wanda, "I bet this was hers," she said somberly.

Wanda nodded, biting her lip as she looked around, seeing the girl in tears as the agents dragged her away as she kept reaching back for the bear.

Natasha flew into action, stealthily crossing the gap between them and taking out one of the agents immediately, whispering harshly for the girl to run.

The girl whimpered and ran away, running into Wanda without realizing, who scooped the young girl up and rubbed her back to try and calm her down.

Natasha then put the other two agents in cuffs and put a call in for a jet to pick them up, which promptly did before coming over to Wanda and the girl.

“Heartless idiots…” Wanda murmured as she rocked the four year old who was trembling in her arms.

Natasha bent down, "They're being taken to prison and to the government for questioning," the spy rolled her eyes, then softened them at the child, stroking her hair, "Did they hurt you little one?"

The young child looked away from Nat, her tone of voice from earlier frightened her a little as she eventually stopped crying and clutched the bear Wanda had given back to her to her chest.

“Hey, we should go somewhere safe, the three of us so she isn’t overwhelmed.” Wanda told Nat as she bounced the young girl gently.

Nat nodded, pinging her encrypted app for a safe house not far from there. "I have a place." The witch nodded and kept up her comforting gestures as they walked to the safe house.

Nat cleared the house, finding no sign of any dangers as she began turning on lights, ushering Wanda and the girl in and locking the doors behind them.

Wanda put the girl down, and she hid in the corner of the room, looking between the two grown ups cautiously.

Natasha brought a blanket to her and gently covered her shoulders, "You must be freezing." She told the girl, who shook even more, clutching her bear with a whimper.

She sat gently on the floor and crossed her legs, "I'm sorry I yelled earlier, I was trying to get you away from those bad men." .” The Black Widow tried to explain as the girl watched her closely, hiding behind her bear.

Just then, Wanda spoke to Nat in her mind. “Tony’s aware of the situation, social services are coming to take her somewhere safe in about an hour. Her name is Millie.”

"Millie?" Nat spoke aloud in a soft voice as she offered her hand. The little girl's eyes widened as she kept hiding behind her bear, stepping back further towards the wall.

Natasha thought to Wanda, "I want to comfort her but I'm afraid she's too scared of me,"

Wanda looked over at the pair, sending thoughts back to Nat. “Maybe try and be playful with her, talk to her about her bear or something, I’d offer to help but I don’t think she’d want another person crowded around her.”

The redhead nodded, "You have a cute bear there Millie," she said quietly, "Do they have a name?"

“Hattie…” Millie replied, turning the bear around to show her whilst cuddling it close to her.

"Awww what a cute name," Natasha smiled, "Hello there Hattie, my name is Natasha, my friends call me Nat or sometimes Nattie," she smiled and held her hand out to shake the bear's paw.

Millie watched closely, moving the bear's paw to shake her hand as she bit back a small smile.

The Black Widow smiled and rubbed the bear's tummy after shaking her paw, "Awww what soft fur you have, Hattie!" Millie nodded in response, still watching her as Wanda looked over, silently attempting to make Millie feel less anxious.

Natasha asked, "Is Hattie's tummy ticklish?" She asked Millie playfully. The little girl shrugged, looking at her bear and giving it an extra squeeze.

Just then, Wanda used her magic to flutter briefly up Natasha’s sides to get her to appear more sweet and approachable, stopping it after a few seconds.

"WAHAHAHANDA thahahat tihihickles!" She covered her sides in surprise, completely softening.

The witch smirked at that, as Millie looked at Nat with a tiny smile on her face, which she hid behind her bear.

The Black Widow smiled at the little girl, "Should I get Wanda back?" She teased playfully, "She's extreeeemly ticklish," she teased the witch.

Millie looked over at Wanda, nodding silently as the witch’s eyes widened. “Natasha… don’t you daaaare.”

Nat smirked and pounced, spidering under her tummy button, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Wanda woooo!"

Wanda squeaked with giggles and gently grabbed Nat’s hands. “NAHAHAHEEEE!” She cackled out as Millie went back into her corner; watching the two silently

The Black Widow had a cheshire smile as she raspberried Wanda's neck, before winking at her, "I wonder if Millie and Hattie are ticklish?" She teased to Wanda.

The witch squealed with giggles as she scrunched her shoulders up, before taking in a few breaths. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” She replied as Millie just kept looking between the pair.

The Widow wiggled her fingers at Millie, "Uh oh Millie, the tickle spider and tickle witch are gonna get youuuuuu," she teased playfully.

The girl bit back a smile as she hid back in the corner of the room, holding her bear in front of her as she tried to hide her smile.

Natasha scooped her up and raspberried her neck playfully, "What about magic tickles?" She teased, nodding at Wanda, who shook her head.

“I don’t want to scare her.” Wanda commented as Millie scrunched her shoulders up and let out a tiny squeal.

The Widow nodded, "Hmmm what about…ticklish feet?" She said and gently swung Millie around so Wanda could tickle her feet as Nat gently shook her tummy and tickled Hattie's too, "Ahhh coochiescoochiecoochie coo! Two little tickle bugs trapped!"

Wanda smiled a little and wiggled her fingers into one of her feet as Millie used Hattie to protect herself as she tried hard not to giggle.

"Aww it's okay to laugh Millie," Nat cooed fondly and raspberried her neck again, and then playfully nuzzled the bear's tummy, "Hehehe," Nat pretended to be the bear and laughed, "See? Hattie laughed!"

Millie scrunched her shoulders up, still refusing to smile as she held the bear close, poking at the fur curiously.

Natasha smiled, "Hehehe, that TIHIHICKLES Millie!" The Widow did in her best bear voice. The older redhead nodded to Wanda, thinking to her, "You have the better rapport, maybe see if you can get her to laugh?"

“She likes you.” Wanda reassured back as Millie ended up giving Hattie to Wanda as she looked up at Natasha shyly.

The Black Widow smiled, "May I give you a hug?" She asked, and Millie nodded slowly and leaned into her a little.

The spy wrapped her arms tightly around the little girl before gently wiggling her fingers into her sides, causing her to squeal quietly and giggle in her arms.

"Awww tickle hugs?" She cooed softly and skittered in, gently shaking her ribs. Wanda watched with a fond smile, glad that Natasha was able to bond with a child.

Millie kept giggling adorably, hiding her face in Nats shoulder as she squirmed around a little.

"How sweeeeeet," she cooed and nuzzled into Millie's neck before pulling Wanda into the hug, "Aunt Wanda's turn again! Help me Millie!" She grinned and shook into Wanda's ribs and spidered her side.

Millie watched as Wanda burst into giggles. “Hehehey no!” She whined and leaned away, blushing.

Nat smirked and pulled up the witch's shirt, "Give her a raspberry Millie!" She encouraged, modeling with Hattie, pretending the bear was making raspberry noises on her tummy.

Wanda gasped quietly as she shoved her shirt back down as Millie kept sitting there, feeling a little too nervous to do anything.

The Widow smirked at Wanda, but then looked back to Millie, "Can I show you…a magical hug?" She asked the four year old, who nodded hesitantly as she sat up and watched her curiously.

Natasha picked her up and held her tightly and gently, her arms crossing under her legs and up to her lower belly before wiggling in gently. "Auntie Wanda wants to help toooo," she sang.

Millie blushed as she burst into giggles, looking as Wanda smiled fondly and fluttered her fingers into her feet, causing her to squeal and kick out.

"Awww does Millie have a ticklwish tummy and ticklwish toes?" She cooed fondly, giving her just a moment to breath, "Do you want Aunt Wanda to try her magic on you?" She asked, "Like she did when she tickled me earlier?"

The girl shook her head, taking in deep breaths as she leaned into Natasha a little more.

The Black Widow nodded and held her close, "You're so sweet," she whispered as Millie blushed a little and rested her head on her shoulder.

Natasha then pulled Wanda in for a cuddle, "Are you guys hungry?" She asked softly as Wanda nodded. “Always.” She chuckled.

However, Millie was curious and started poking and prodding at Nat’s sides and belly.

"Hehehe Mihihillie thahahat tihihickles!" She blushed, but was happy she was so comfortable with her.

Wanda smirked, joining in by gently fluttering her fingers under Nat’s arms. “Aww! So sensitive!” Wanda chimed in with a smirk.

"Hehehey youhuhu guhuhuys!" Natasha blushed and fell back laughing, squealing at Wanda's hands as Millie's tiny ones just added to the sensation.

“Get her, Millie!” Wanda beamed as she used her magic to spread across Natasha’s thighs and feet as Millie wiggled her fingers in gently.

"AHAHAHEHEEH NAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHHAHAHAH!" She shrieked with laughter and blushed madlyas Wanda shook her fingers in.

Eventually, Millie pulled away, prompting Wanda to do the same, letting Nat go with a smug grin on her face..

The Black Widow caught her breath, blushing madly, "I…will…tickle…you both," she said between breaths and smiled at them to let Millie know she was playing.

“We’re not scared!” Wanda grinned and nodded and Millie as she folded her arms.

The Black Widow looked between them, pouncing on Wanda and then raspberrying her neck while shaking right below her tummy button, "I've got Wanda! I've got her!"

Wanda gasped and squealed with laughter, throwing her head back as she wiggled from side to side. “NAHAHAHA!”

"Awww coochiescoochiecoochie coo wittle witchy woo!" She sang, "C'mon Millie! Come get her!" The spy sang playfully. The girl bit back her smile as she shyly wiggled her fingers into her sides, making Wanda’s giggles turn more high pitched.

"That's it Millie! Good job!" Natasha said and then whispered in the little girl's ear, "She is super ticklish to raspberries," she grinned and held Wanda's shirt up.

Millie paused and looked at Nat innocently, letting her do the raspberries since she wasn’t too confident about it. The spy nodded, "Okay, then can you pretend your finger is a wiggly little caterpillar and put it in her tummy button?" The spy asked as she raspberried Wanda's tummy.

Wanda cackled with laughter and kicked out as Millie nodded and done what she was asked, making Wanda squeal and push her shirt down.

Natasha chuckled, "Uh oh, that means…it's Millie's turn!" She grinned and pulled her into her lap, pulling her top up to raspberry her tummy.

Millie squeaked with giggles and kicked out, shaking her head as she cuddled into Nat as she squirmed.

"Shall we try Wanda's magic now? She's very gentle," she comforted as she lightly shook Millie's ribs. But Millie kept shaking her head as she curled up and giggled helplessly.

"Can Aunt Wanda give you a raspberry?" She asked playfully, as Millie looked over at Wanda and nodded slowly.

Nat smiled at Wanda and held her top up, presenting the girl's tummy to Wanda, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!"

Wanda smiled fondly and blew a tiny raspberry into her belly, shaking her head as she did so and grinning as Millie burst into giggles and pulled her shirt back down.

The Black Widow grinned and pulled them both into a hug, "I'm glad we were able to help you, Millie," she told the young girl as she took Hattie back and cuddled the bear close.

"Shall we try to get a little nap?" She asked the other two. But just then, there was a knock at the door. Wanda was quick to go and answer the door as Millie whimpered and cuddled into Nat a little more.

"It's okay Millie, I think these are the people who are going to make sure you're safe and taken care of now," she said and rubbed the little girl's back.

The girl nodded as two policemen entered, kneeling down to Millie with a gentle smile. “Hey kiddo, your parents are at the station waiting for you.” One officer told Millie, whose face lit up as she hugged Nat extra tight.

Natasha hugged her tightly and kissed her head, "You go home to your parents now sweet girl." She slipped her a card, "If you ever need us,"

Millie nodded, then whimpered as she jumped into Natasha’s arms once more.

"Oh Millie, I'm gonna miss you," she said softly and hugged her one more time before squeezing her sides, causing Millie to squeal and cling onto her.

"Alright sweet girl, give Wanda one more hug too," she said gently and kissed her forehead. Millie nodded sadly and went to Wanda, who picked her up and gave her a huge hug.

“Take care of yourself, alright sweetheart?” She whispered and rubbed her back. Millie nodded again, sniffling as she got handed to the police.

Natasha blew her a kiss, "You're going home safely now," she said gently. Millie nodded, clinging onto her bear before the police eventually took her away.

Wanda lay back on the couch, feeling a little overwhelmed from everything that just happened. The Black Widow joined her, sitting down and pulling her into a cuddle, "You okay?"

The witch shrugged, sighing quietly as she cuddled into Nat a little more, trying to smile at her. "Someone need a cheer up?' she smiled playfully and tickled her tummy.

Wanda bit her lip, immediately breaking into giggles as she shrugged and squirmed around. "Awww I think Wanda just needs some tickle time!" She cooed and shook into her ribs.

“Whahahat nohoho!” Wanda replied, blushing as she arched her back and gently shoved at Nat’s hands.

The Widow grinned and then saw a sliver of her tummy peaking out so she immediately leaned down and blew a raspberry there, "Yes she dooooes!" She sang.

“NAHAHAHEHEHEEE!” Wanda squealed out, sucking her belly in as she shoved her shirt down. “OKAHAHAY WEHEHE GOTTA GOHOHO!”

Natasha grinned, "Awww just too ticklish for your own good," but stood up with her, "Okay, let's go," she smiled and rubbed her back.

“Do you think she’s gonna be okay?” Wanda asked as she locked up the safe house, walking back to the hotel with Nat.

"I do, she has our contact info if she ever needs anything," The Black Widow reassured. Wanda nodded, feeling a little nervous for her as they finally returned to the hotel, the sound of laughter coming from the inside of their room.

"Give me the bar of chocolate Kate Bishop!" The blonde Widow yelled playful and was shaking into her ribs, making Kate shriek with laughter and shake her head.

Wanda looked at Natasha with raised eyebrows. “Ready to see what the heck is going on in there?” The redhead chuckled and nodded before opening the door and joining in the chaos.

Next chapter:

[rhapsodyred-writes]

This may be a weird ask, and you can delete it if you wanna, but I'm curious! :D

You know my character Shifter, right?

Which of your characters would really like them, and which would hate them, and which would be freaked out by them?

These were fun :3

Ghost and Aquarios like everyone, so them liking Shifter is kind of a given. Ghost doesn't seem to be afraid of much, so it's possible that the way Shifter functions doesn't really bother him. Of course, he can feel that Not Quite Right feeling from being around Shifter - the feeling that all is not what it seems. But Ghost is trusting, and he tends to approach new friends of any species in roughly the same manner: if I don't hurt you, you won't hurt me (hopefully). Aquarios is good at reading people based on verbal and tonal cues, so they would notice there was something off about Shifter very quickly. But at the same time, if they don't sense any ill intent from the way Shifter talks, it's probably fine.

I don't think anyone would really...hate them? Jude and Lillianna would probably make themselves nuisances to Shifter though. Jude has a deep distrust of anyone she hasn't met before, and it takes a long time to earn her trust. Until she trusts someone, she tends to hound them with questions about who they are, why they do things a certain way, and so on, and she does this if there is even something slightly weird about someone. Shifter wouldn't get a moment's peace. Lillianna would be a nuisance in a different way. She gets hung up on propriety and etiquette, and while she would notice the slightly wrong feeling about Shifter, she's likely to chalk it up to some sort of etiquette misstep. She also has a tendency to be kind of rude in the way she speaks. Shifter might end up hating her.

Freaked out and hate kind of got lumped together there, because if both Jude and Lillianna ever found out what Shifter is, they would be deeply disturbed. So! I'll tell you about two who would be fascinated by Shifter instead, if that's alright.

Toni and Dezyn would find Shifter very interesting, and both in very different ways. Toni is a scientist - what she doesn't understand, she takes apart until she does. Of course, she would never cut someone open without permission, but in her dogged pursuit of scientific knowledge, she can get a bit...overzealous. She's likely to ask uncomfortable questions with little regard for personal boundaries. Toni would be interested in Shifter in a "study under a microscope" kind of way. Dezyn would be interested in Shifter in a "kindred spirits" kind of way. He's something of an anomaly himself - he may be human, but he has powers whose origins are unknown. Are they paternal, passed down from his father's side? He may never know, because he's never known his father. Of course he knows there's something about Shifter that isn't right, and though Dezyn is a telepath, he'll let it be a mystery unless Shifter wants him to know; it's not nice to root around in peoples' pasts (looking at you, Jude). He's likely to stick his neck out for Shifter, and defend them against any verbal and physical attacks.

[thisismenow3]

Part of it too is that no one who does a righteous thing starts off doing it for the right reasons, unless maybe they are within the oppressed group they’re helping but even then. I do t know OP or their dad, but looking at old interviews shows JKR’s ‘color blind’ racism denial early. The way she wrote the books around not just anti semetic stereotypes as inhuman beings and Toni’s being genderqueer but ‘magically grows out of it once she meets her true love!’ shows that no matter how much mental energy she put into wanting to be virtuous, she put no effort into analyzing her own viewpoints and trying to always find areas she might need to change. JKR is an example of how slippery a slope falling into reactionary movements can be. But looking at who she actually was before the terf shit started shows why she was ripe for it. I spent too much of my life ‘being liberal/progressive’ while still refusing to deal with the internalized toxic masculinity around my sexuality. It was only once I did that I realized I was being extremely cognitively dissonant my entire adolescence and post highschool. I can’t reject toxic masculinity and deep down feel like I had to sleep with as many women as possible to ‘be a real man.’ Cause when push came to shove, would going my ow way and being progressive actually win? Most people don’t look for their flaws in a real way, even fewer get therapy and actually begin to fix them. JKR started out writing books while feeling rightfully persecuted by an ex and a sexist industry. While writing these books she included a plot line about how a species of sapient beings really yearned for servitude and how silly is Hermione for trying to emancipate them? It’s not surprising she became a vocal terf, the UK is worse than America on race in the sense that at least somewhere near half of whites people in America actually believe systemic racism EXISTS and is effecting black people, not really a thing in white communities on terf island.

OP is right that people are complex but OP is making it seem like people start amazing and become bad. We all are growing up and living in a post colonial, current reactionary backlash. No one is without faults that can fester, no matter how well intentioned they actually are at points in their life. The spirit of OP’s post, that we can still prevent people giving in to their demons, is accurate. I just don’t think we can actually do that if we think situations like JKR start with someone who wasn’t a terf and then became one. What actually happened is sadly in old and recent interviews. She just can’t see it for what it is. Her own trauma combined with seeing media like silence of the lambs to make her curdle with time. She started as someone who thought little of trans people except that they ‘were mentally unwell,’ like a lot of people all the way up to some point in the last 20 years. She started focusing on that more and more because long after her traumas she continued to see problems with men and mysogyny as intractable. And then those old ways of thinking combined with that. Cause people want to fight when they feel threatened, but most people only want to fight when deep down they feel there’s a power imbalance. Plenty of Americans who ‘stand their ground’ consciously felt afraid. But they only felt that way because they wanted to ‘take back our country’ but weren’t insane or zealously driven enough to pull a Dylan roof or George Zimmerman. So they shoot a young black boy ringing their door bell or walking down the street, etc. JKR is doing a version of that. She’s not actually gonna fight the power structure, cause she benefits from it and that’s the way she would actually be unsafe, with reactionaries targeting her for trying to fight patriarchy and the economic gangsterism of her country that has knock on effects to oppressed groups even more, like women. Nah, instead she gasses herself into believing trans people are all Norman Bates so she can punch down while pretending she’s not. Her own words outline all this, but tragically in typical reactionary fashion she doesn’t logically deconstruct or follow her rationale to what is really happening. She stays stuck ignoring how she’s the one ignoring science, history, reality.

so yeah. Anyone can call down the slippery slope of reactionary movements. But that’s only because most people don’t want to accurately reflect on their own lives. They think rationalizing is the same thing. And if you are close to people enough to know “oh man, Jo always thought that transphobic shit in silence of the lambs was realistic,” then you gotta find ways to reprogram that. Cause if you don’t, some Joe Rogan guest or the equivalent will activate those priors into a trapdoor to some rancid shit. Like being an active terf.

Lost followers after reblogging that whole thing about JKR being radicalized over the years, and that disturbs me.

Like if you think saying that people can be radicalized and manipulated into hate is somehow justifying it, yikes. And if you think that people are somehow just good or evil and that you are not at risk of buying into propaganda, have I got some very red flag news about that!

Idk if its because I am an older Millennial maybe (most who unfollowed were younger) but I watched a ton of that generation slide from one of the most progressive to the far right before my every eyes. Hell, my dad fought alongside his black friends in the Detroit race riots and now he watches Fox News 24/7 and talks about the border wall. Yet still claims he could never be racist because of how he used to be. He doesn’t even realize what he has become.

JKR isn’t a deluded old woman or innately evil, but in fact THE prime example of how well-meaning ignorance and privilege can be weaponized and encouraged down a pipeline, until it turns into a force of hate, and should be a cautionary tale about why educating and being open about these issues are necessary. Because there are those out there who will use those divisions and ignorance to their own ends. And just digging in our heels and saying “that could never be me!” is the very thing that puts you more at risk. I’ve lost so many loved ones down that pipeline and it is more slippery than most realize.

Stay alert, stay compassionate, stay humble, and make sure you move through life guided by reason rather than reaction. I love y’all and don’t want to see your passion twisted to get used against the world.

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

-

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

[mjfsupremacy]

Hello! Could you write an imagine with MJF and the reader who is the daughter of Triple H and Stephanie? Maybe she confronts CM Punk for everything he has said about her family and now about MJF and the situation gets out of control and Max is there to protect his girl and end super fluff

Had to come back from my mini writing break to slap something together for you. I hope it's okay, I've never really written anything like this before and also I'm as shit at writing conflict as I am with getting into it irl (aka very shit.) I hope you like it!

Triple H and Stephanie McMahon are your parents. Safe to say you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in, and you definitely aren't afraid to stand up for your boyfriend, MJF.

Typed out on my phone, apologies for any errors. The reader accidentally ended up being gender neutral just fyi ☺️ the jokes about the turtleneck are from Archer (my beloved)

Moderate swearing, mentions of CM Punk.

You were a McMahon, if there was one thing you had it was balls.

Max loved that about you, not that he’d ever told you that. You were never afraid to say what you thought or stand up for what you believed in, hell, you were the kid of Stephanie McMahon and Triple H, the owners of WWE and yet you still chose to date him.

The pair of you were the constant top story in the wrestling media but you didn’t care. You came to as many shows as you could, you openly spoke about what AEW did better than WWE and much to Max's delight; you were not afraid to tell TK to his face when he was being stupid. He was completely enamoured with your fierceness.

Max supposes he should’ve seen it coming. You can’t have a loyal spitfire for a partner and not expect them to verbally smackdown someone like CM Punk.

~

You’d never really had a problem with Punk before tonight. Sure, he was a bit of a dick when you were a kid and he left without a word but you understood. Everything he said about WWE was true. You might be a McMahon but you knew right from wrong and you hadn’t hesitated to voice it then and you weren’t hesitant to voice it now. But costing your boyfriend his big moment was way over the line and you decided to make it your business.

You knew Max was disappointed, his return had been months in the making. Meticulously planned to the second and all it took to make him old news was the new AEW champion, his idol, opening his big mouth in a press conference a few minutes after the show.

You were furious and no matter how many times Max tried to grab your attention, tried to get you to leave with him, you refused. You had some choice things to say to the so called second city saint.

“Mac,” Max pulls your attention away from the closed door you were pacing in front of with the nickname he’d teasingly called you the first time he met you that had just stuck. “C’mon, I’m tired, I just want to go home and I don’t want you to fight with him.” He mutters, squeezing your hand.

“I just want to talk to him then we can go.” You reassure him, pressing a quick kiss to his hand before letting go. He sighs but accepts.

The pair of you waited outside his locker room. You, pacing angrily while Max sat on a production box kicking his feet out, still dressed in the full black ensemble. His mask and his scarf tossed beside him. You didn’t have to wait long before the AEW champ rolled from his room and you didn’t hesitate, pouncing the second he opened the door.

“You're a real piece of work, you know that right? I’ve never met anyone so willing to call everyone else an asshole while being the biggest asshole currently walking the earth.” You hiss fiercely. Max rolls his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have believed you when you said you just wanted to talk.

“You haven’t taken enough from Max already? Now you have to take away his big moment too? What, couldn’t handle Max and Tony’s little surprise after you won? Had to find a way to make this all about you again?”

Punk scoffs, bringing his suitcase to a stop beside him. “This has nothing to do with you, Sugar and it definitely has nothing to do with your silly little boyfriend. Get out of my way.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, I don’t think I’m going anywhere until you give Max an apology.”

“You are way out of line right now Little Mac.” He sighs as if you are nothing more than a childish nuisance, making a point to use the nickname he’d given you in 2008 when you’d been a ten-year-old glued to his leg while he carted you around indulgently.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me nicknames like we’re still friends, like I was just some stupid kid who annoyed their favourite wrestler. You don’t get to be angry that I’m standing up for the person I love when you went out of your way to ruin one of the biggest moments of their career. You don’t.” You are gasping for air, like your anger had filled your lungs and refused to make room for oxygen.

“This wasn’t personal, I had some grievances I needed to air, I’m not going to apologise for setting the record straight and I’m definitely not going to apologise to that asshole.” He jabs a finger at Max who doesn’t even look mad, just a little annoyed but mostly worried for you. “After everything he’s said and done to me, no way.”

“And newsflash kid!” He continues his voice still quiet but matching yours in sharpness. “You were just an annoying kid that I put up with, you were the boss’s favourite grandkid. Not like I could tell you to scram.”

“That's enough,” Max spits, shooting up and quickly coming to stand in front of you. “You can hate me all you want, you can try and ruin me and ruin this company with your stupidity and selfish bullshit, but you don’t talk about Mac like that or I will leave you in a pool of your own blood, again.”

Punk and Max square off each refusing to give while you twisted your hands into the black material of Max’s shirt all the fight leaving you like air after a swift kick to the gut.

Punk scoffs, grabbing his suitcase and wheeling it away refusing to look back at you even as the guilt started to eat him up.

You buried yourself in Max’s back and felt him sigh, “you okay?” He whispers, eyes still on the door to Punk’s locker room. “Mac,” He sighs quietly when the only answer you give is the tightening of your fingers in his shirt. “Please, I need to know if your okay.”

You nod against his spine and he relaxes. “I’m sorry he’s such an asshole.”

“Don’t be. Not your fault. I’m sorry he ruined your return.” You mumble softly in reply. You can’t believe he was your favourite wrestler once upon a time. You can’t believe if it wasn’t for your shared childhood love of CM Punk you and Max may have never gotten together.

“Don’t be. Not your fault.” He mimics back, you can hear the small smirk in his words. You thump him on the shoulder earning a chuckle.

He turns around, wrapping you in his arms, tiny smirk still firmly in place. “Be honest, how wrinkled in the back of this turtleneck right now?” You roll your eyes to the ceiling. “I’m serious! This is woven from the purest Azerbaijani cashmere wool, it was $900.”

“Say, is this black or dark black?”

“Don’t be stupid. You know it’s dark black.”

“Of course, how could I be your sweet cheese, your good time boy and not know the difference between black and dark black? I shouldn’t have even joked.”

“Sweet cheese? Awfully romantic and presumptuous of you. Bold. Did the rats teach you that one? It reeks of the pungent desperation only they can create.”

“Yep,” You nod. “They also taught me the single ladies dance, analysed Vonnegut, weighed the pros and cons of the Kardashian’s removing their BBL’s, and taught me how avoid STD’s. Very well-rounded people those ring rats.”

“How do you avoid STD’s?”

“Don’t sleep with patient zero. I got the information a little late.”

“Ha-ha. Wow. So funny. Is that part of the tight ten you’re working on? I’d cut it, it’s not landing as well as you think.”

You laugh and he smiles. “That’s better. I hate seeing you sad.” You bury yourself into him with a content sigh. No one was better at turning your mood around than Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

“Same. It’s why I had to say something to him. I know how much it hurt you what he did.”

“It did. But it’s over. He can’t ruin tonight for me; do you want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because during your little revenge rampage, you told him you loved me.” He says sounding awfully smug.

You retrace your words realising you had in fact said that. A blush brightens your cheeks. You had really promised yourself you weren’t going to be the first one to say it. Damn CM Punk.

“Did I? How strange.” You reply in a faux disinterested tone.

He nods seriously, “You did.”

“Hmm,” You hum, swallowing down the nerves. You meet his gaze. “Lucky I meant it then.”

“Yeah, I guess it is?”

“Yeah.”

“What will Hunter and Steph say about their precious baby being in love with the enemy?”

“Probably something along the lines of ‘great, how long until we can sign him to a bazillion year contract and make him not the enemy?’ they won’t come out and say it, but I think they are hoping I will seduce you to the darkside.” You grin.

“You think your parents are prostituting you?”

“I mean you have met my dad; he is all about what’s best for business.”

Max laughs, tightening his grip on you. “I’m very happy in AEW.”

“I know. I like dating the enemy. It’s all very Romeo and Juliet, except less misogynist, less creepy, and you are way more of an asshole that Romeo. Romeo was also way more open about his feelings too; I mean, he told Juliet he loved her within like eight minutes. You could learn a thing or two.”

“Are you trying to manipulate me into saying I love you by making me feel bad about not stacking up emotionally against a child?”

“I don’t know, is it working?”

“I love you.”

“Cool.”

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Want To Be King

Pairing:  CM Punk x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has a unique wrestling career, facing the men everywhere she's gone, and surprises the world when she comes out to confront one of her old foes, the AEW world champion, CM Punk. leaving him speechless, he finds her backstage, trying to explain that he's not the same man he once was, with and without words…

Based off this song:

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.3k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

There was one thing in wrestling that always gave me the best rush, put a smile on my face when the crowd roared. Being a woman who wrestled in the men's division made it all better, but tonight? I had real business to attend to.

When I wanted something, I took it. This time was no different.

CM Punk was out in the ring, addressing the crowd as he just won the AEW World title, mentioning that he'd take any challenger and I put his words to the test, his body freezing in place, pupils expanded when my music hit.

No emotion on my face, just a laser lock on Punk because we had a wicked history. Once upon a time, he bullied me for being a woman who wrestled men, wrestled me in matches, and screwed me over so many times.

My blood has never pumped so hard, but I didn't show it. Getting into the ring, I took a microphone, circling around him slowly as he was taking a breath, already knowing what I had to say.

"Long time no see, Punk," I stopped in front of him, my tone having him breathing in deeply, "Now, I'm going to keep things short and simple because let's face it. I don't like you and I never have."

It was rare for the crowd to cheer against him, encouraging me to continue and I gladly did, stepping up to his face and saying softly:

"A good couple of years ago, you told me that I shouldn't be wrestling men, that wrestling is a man's world."

The look in my eyes and the smile on my face gave it all away, fixed on the world title that was on his shoulder, smiling more when I looked back up and challenged:

"If this is a man's world, then I want to be king."

"Y/N," He whispered; Of course, he didn't want this, leaning down a little more to try and talk to me without anyone hearing, but instead?

A nice headbutt to the nose knocked him to his ass, dropping his title and I quickly squatted down to grab it, having his eyes teary already, holding it and smirking:

"You were never afraid to knock me down before? Now, you have every right to."

He quickly shot up, getting into my face, but I didn't play into it, not giving him what he wanted always did more damage. Shoving the title back into his arms, I growled to him:

"You know the kind of woman that I am. I will be the king."

Shoving him one last time, I backed away slowly, blowing a kiss:

"Can be just like old times, except I win."

The first thing that I did when I got backstage was go find Tony Khan. I wanted this match and no one was stopping me from getting what I wanted. Of course, he wasn't with the tech team, so I went marching to his office, just to hear:

"Ah, ah little lady!"

Dax and Cash coincidentally were at his office door, making me laugh:

"Of course! Punk's little lapdogs are here!"

"Lapdogs, huh?" Dax stepped up and I actually admired that they were ready to go unlike Punk, but I ignored them when a voice down the hall called out:

"Guys, back down. I got this."

"You're giving me my match and that's that!" I turned as I heard Punk's voice, ready to fight again when he came over and grabbed my wrist:

"Be lucky that I only want to talk after what you just did."

"You sure you got this man?" Cash wanted to assure and Punk nodded, getting the door:

"We'll be in here. Let Khan know."

I made sure to slap his hand off my wrist when I stepped in, wanting this all to be over once the door was shut:

"Whatever you didn't have the balls to say out in the ring, say it now."

"God, what happened to you?" He looked, astonished by my attitude and language, laughing as I kindly let him know:

"You know that I have never liked you and unfortunately, you have what I want."

"Okay, Y/N. I get it," He held his face for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I get that you don't like me, but what happened between us was forever ago! Why do you want this title now, hm? Just because I have it?"

"And if so?" I growled, crossing my arms, "You would do the same and you sure as hell can't deny that."

"The old me would have," He admitted, trying to explain, "But I'm not that same man."

"That trick ain't gonna work on me, Punk," I was unphased and just those few words weren't convincing in the slightest, "I'm not like these dumb kids nowadays that for some reason, looked up to you out of all people."

"I have admitted it before and will again, I used to be an asshole!" He stressed, taking a step closer to me, "Yeah, I bullied you when you first started out. You were a woman out there beating grown men. You were a threat! You know psychological warfare is a tactic regardless if you're a woman or a man. That's all it was and if you're still pained by that, I am sorry. And I'm sorry, but I'm not wrestling you for this."

"Scared you'll lose?" I laughed, looking up at him with a glare, "I'm stronger now than ever, you know that and I can see it in your eyes."

"If you could truly see into my eyes, you'd know the truth," He whispered, looking back down and he was only trying to fool me again, but I played in a little:

"If I don't know the truth, then tell me. I'd love to hear."

"You still can't tell why I bullied you?" He cocked his eyebrow slightly, waiting for the answer he thought was typical:

"You can't beat-"

Before I could finish, he hit me with a truth that I couldn't find believable, kissing me hard, holding my face still to let it grow deeper, even having me kiss back a little while remembering our whole past.

It was undeniable the passion he brought into it, one arm around my neck then around my hip, hugging tightly and when he loosened up, eyes closed while our lips parted, I had to blink a few times, seeing the old him in front of me and then to now.

Maybe he did change after all.

"Things don't have to be this way," He opened his eyes, hoping he got his point across, "Let the past just be the past because we can have an incredible future, Y/N."

I wasn't sure what to say and the timing couldn't be better, stepping away from him and fixing myself right as Tony walked into the room, looking at us:

"Y/N! My goodness, I never expected this."

"Sorry for the sudden pop-up," I chuckled, Punk taking the lead before I could say more:

"We're sorry about this. Just let an old pot stir a little is all."

Punk took my hand again, ready to walk out of the door, having Tony open it kindly, but confusing him:

"So, where are we going with this?"

That kiss said a lot, but after what I did tonight? The burning fire in me? Thinking back on all the times Punk took the lead on something of mine?

Not this time.

Gosh, his face was priceless when I took my hand away, smiling in his face as I shut the door in it: 

"I want to be king." 

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HOLDING BRANDY PUTS HIM AT SOME EASE.

It was easier to draw his thoughts away from the gutter that he was in, simply because she is a weight in his arms, against his chest and she's babbling to him. HE CAN FOCUS ON SOMETHING ELSE.

Clint lets her do whatever she pleases while she is in his arms.

I'M NOT KICKING YOU OUT. WE'RE AVENGERS.

Clint sighs out, a little wet because he had already cried from the sense of high demand, focus, and calm that holding a baby had brought him. The way she babbled at him and had no clue about him besides this moment. HE NEEDED THAT. It was an escape without trying to escape his problems; let him breathe for a moment without having to try to hide from the problem. She's a baby, she didn't know what the fuck was going on.

A LITTLE SOMETHING BREAKS IN HIM, and a wet sigh because he could cry again the way that Tony seems to mean what he said. WE'RE AVENGERS, to which would indicate Clint Barton was still one, all things considered.

FOR THE TIME BEING; but he isn't being abandoned, kicked out. That's an assurance that he had been quietly needing, but he's been at his limits with expressing his emotions and asking for help.

BEING A CHILD RUNAWAY, who didn't turn his life around until he was twenty did not equip him to deal with any of this. AND HE HAD SUCH A CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER, that he didn't learn any of this emotions of asking for help when he did start to figure himself out as the new hero Hawkeye, an avenger.

TALKING ABOUT WHAT HE DID AND REHAB. THAT STILL HURT.

It's a thick pill to swallow, it's taste the worst; especially when he had been swallowing alcohol instead.

However, he was trying to get through the hurt, through the way that he wanted to cave in on himself and implode. HE DIDN'T WANT TO HATE HIMSELF. It's just that he did right now, which aggravated everything. Owning up to what he's done is not new, but Clint was not sure if he could SURVIVE around court case, survive everyone in the super community looking at him like he was A LOADED GUN AIMED AT HIM.

The other thing was the fear of the new, of the unknown. THAT'S REHAB. Theoretically, he gets what it was and he had to read up on them- HYPOCRITE- when he funded a center in New York to combat the Hood. IT WAS NOT DONE OUT OF GOOD; BUT OUT OF A MEANS TO TAKE A BAD GUY DOWN.

He knows what it was, Tony ha talked about it. Publically, privately, talked about AA too.

IT'S UNKNOWN IN RELATION TO HIM. He's afraid of what he will find, afraid of himself; afraid of the unknown aspects of himself he will face, of who he will come out as.

Clint doesn't know if he could do it; for the first time doesn't believe in his ego, in boasting that he's the best marksmen. He doesn't have the certainty that he could do, his hands trembled and it's harder to take the shot.

❝ I KNOW. ❞ Hawkeye and the Hulks were in kind of a unique place. Hulk has been back from the dead for awhile now, and that means Bruce and they have talked. It's simply that the conversation didn't resolve or many anything up, he hates to say it but he doesn't really feel like he's gotten a proper apology or acknowledgment for HOW FUCKED UP it was for him to be asked. He knows what others had said to him about it; WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL SOMEONE ELSE?

Well, because Bruce had trusted him. That's why.

❝ I am sure. ❞ He says, forcing himself to meet Tony's gaze and the sight of Clint must be the sorriest. He is destroyed, but certain. ❝ I know, and I would have picked Matt anyways. ❞ DEPSPITE THE FACT, that he can't unhear, can't unknow, the fact that Matt Murdock told him that his ENTIRE PURPOSE WAS TO MAKE SURE HIS LIFE ENDS AT THE POINT OF A NEEDLE, but he realizes that without Matt being the prosecutor; he wouldn't have had a fair trial.

❝ He can know everything. I didn't avoid JUSTICE WHEN I KILLED BRUCE and what Bullseye said about me on those tapes, what the Hood tried to threaten me with; I would have come clean about. I should. ❞ The case and condition on that was because he would have rather it came from him first than from villains. So it couldn't be used against him, even if he knows he won't have friends or anything left.

Clint gets interrupted as Brandy starts to settle down, his hand moving slow to idly trace up and down her little back and he just thinks that he doesn't have to move now; let her be. HE CAN HOLD HIS SHIT TOGETHER.

At the mention of being broke, Tony considers telling him he bought his building. He's not sure if it will make Clint feel better or worse to know that. On one hand it might set his mind at ease that the other tenants were all safe and he didn't need to worry about rent right now. But on the other hand it might feel like another way to emasculate him and Clint was very defensive and ready to lash out at any injury to his pride.

So Tony kept it to himself. He'd let him know later when he was more settled, and in the meantime he'd just let it run as was. People paying their rent as they paid it. Sending someone in to fix what needed to be fixed. And not making a big deal of things. If Clint bought up how odd it was no one had asked him for rent, he'd shrug and say that is weird and hope Clint didn't look into it too deep.

"I'm not kicking you out," Tony said. "We can handle two things happening. We're Avengers."

The way Clint reacts to Tony talking about rehab and addressing the crimes his committed is almost as if Tony had tied him up and was punching him in the ribs and Clint was trying to act like it didn't hurt.

And then he says something that Tony had not been expecting at all. I KNOW THIS IS A PROBLEM, TONY, AND I WANTED THE HELP. Clint doesn't want to sit around fighting him and acting like there is not problem. He wants to fix it. THANK FUCKING GOD!

Tony pulls out his hand as he scoops some more eggs into Brandy's mouth. "Okay. So neither Matt or Jen are your best friends at the moment. Ideally I think Jen would be the better pick right now, but she's been struggling a lot since the whole -" he waved his hand vaguely and Brandy copied him. Clint knew what he meant. He didn't need any more reminders of the time he killed Bruce. "She's really Hulky at the moment and I'm not sure that'll translate to good defense lawyering. So we'll try Matt first. Hopefully the fact he was prosecuting you last time will serve you better as your defense this time. If he takes it."

He looks at Clint and makes eye contact. "You're sure about this? It means someone else knows your with me. We don't have to say where, but he will know. And you'll need to tell him everything Clint. Start to finish. We're getting off this in a way that you're not just avoiding justice. So he has to know the whole lot."

Brandy was starting to wane and she curled in on Clint and put her head on his chest. She looked up at him with big blue eyes and reached up to try and touch his face.

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Hii i loved ur last america fic and wanted to see if u could do one where she tells strange that her and reader [fem] are dating and at first hes a little against it but he ends up being happy for them

✦ - contention

• pairing: america chavez x female reader

• warnings: slight doctor strange m.o.m. spoilers

•genre: a bit of angst with a happy ending :)

•author’s note: i loved this request and i hope you enjoy<3

doctor stephen strange. the sorcerer supreme, before being snapped away for five years by thanos.

it was strange (pun intended) to be without someone who was like a father figure to you for five years. it was also strange to have wong raise you rather than stephen, though he did a great job despite the circumstances. 

but, the day that you reunited with him during the battle at avengers compound you couldn’t have been happier.

the moment that you saw him you rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly with tears pouring from your eyes.

“i missed you, i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too, kid.”

the two of you pull away from the hug and he takes a good look at you now with his glassy eyes. no longer were you the small eleven year old that he would teach magic to, you were now a teenager that was becoming a young adult.

“you’re so grown.”

you laugh slightly.

“well, five years is a long time…dad”

never had you called him that name before, but it just felt right to. 

stephen immediately lit up and smiled. the man brought you in for another hug and kissed the top of your head.

“hey strange, i hate to interrupt the moment, but we still have a large army of aliens to fight”

the two of you laugh at tony stark’s words and break from the hug. 

“you ready to fight?”

“always.”

— — —

it was a calm sunday afternoon in your dad’s apartment. you were sat upon the couch watching the tv, while america was laying in your lap thinking.

“i think we should tell your dad about us today”

you look to your girlfriend surprised.

“why?”

she gets up from her place on your lap and sits next to you with a concerned look on her face.

“do you not want to tell him about us?”

you turn to face her directly and sigh.

“it’s not that i don’t want to tell him, it’s just that i’m afraid of how he’ll react. you’ve seen how he’s been really protective since the thanos and wanda incidents.”

the star-powered girl grabs your hand and you sigh a bit.

you hated not telling your dad about your relationship with america. you also hated having to sneak around the kamar-taj with her between practice since you haven’t told the others yet either.

“you’re right, we should tell him today.”

“we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable enough to do it yet. i was just putting out the idea.”

“it’s ok, it will be for the better. plus once he finds it, it will be easier to tell the others and we won’t have to sneak around anymore.”

your girlfriend smiles and kisses your cheek. 

“tonight it is then”

america goes back to her previous position on your lap, and you run your hands through her hair. she sighs happily and then two of you return to watching tv.

— — — 

it was now dinner time in the strange household and your dad returned home from his meeting at the kamar-taj with takeout.

you asked him earlier in the day why you and america couldn’t go, but he said something about it being a meeting for “higher-level sorcerers” or whatever that meant. 

the three of you were now gathered around a little table in the kitchen eating the food that he picked up.

strange was always happy to have america around as he took a liking to the young girl, so it wasn’t a surprise that he was delighted when he saw his daughter and her get along well. if only the man knew how well they actually got along. 

you played with the food on your plate a bit, too nervous to eat it knowing the conversation you were going to have soon. 

“so, what did you troublemakers do today?”

“nothing much, but your wonderful daughter here did practice with me how to not become too overwhelmed by my powers.”

stephen’s eyes immediately found your and he smiled at you proudly.

“that’s my girl.”

you place your fork down and move your plate to the side.

“dad…america and i have something to tell you”

“please don’t tell me you broke another window while practicing magic”

“no…uhm it’s not that. we’re uhm…”

america takes hold of your hand and squeezes it comfortingly. she looks at you with a look that almost says “i’ll take it from here”

“what she’s trying to say is that we’re dating”

any movement that strange was doing was halted. his eyebrows furrowed and eyes were widened with surprise.

“dating? as in the two of you are together?”

“that’s usually what dating means, dad”

your dad’s adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he rubbed his mustache.

“y/n… can i speak to you in the living room for a moment?”

before even getting to respond, he gets up and exits the kitchen. 

you look to you girlfriend with worried eyes and she smiles at you slightly.

“go talk with him, i’ll stay here.”

you nod your head and made your way towards the living room.

when you walked in you could see your father deep in thought, that was until he realized that you were in the room with him.

“you and america cannot be together.”

you look at him incredulously and cross your arms.

“why not!?”

“because, one she is too dangerous, and two you are too young!”

“too dangerous!? her powers are under control! we’ve made sure of that!”

“what happens if she’s having an off day and they’re not under control, huh? what if she sends you right to another universe that you can’t get out of?”

“you know that would never happen! and what do you mean too young!?! i’m sixteen!”

“exactly! you’re too young to date!”

“but i’m not too young to fight aliens and protect myself against other multiversal beings!?”

the quietness in the room was very loud after that. 

you could see the saddened look on your dad’s face and was able to tell that there was a different reason he didn’t want you and america dating.

“what’s the actual reason you don’t want her and i together?”

a look of shock crossed your father’s face, then it quickly turned to one of sadness again.

“i…i wasn’t with you for five years. five years! and in those years you grew up so quickly and wong raised you, when i should’ve been there to. you’ve grown so much without me. hell you went from eleven to sixteen in practically five minutes for me! and now that you have a girlfriend too…god, i sound like an idiot, but i’m just afraid of losing you. and i’m afraid that you really won’t need me anymore”

upon his confession you immediately engulf him into a hug.

“dad, i’m always going to need you. and i promise you, i’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

strange hugs you tightly and kisses your head.

the two of you break from the hug and he looks down at you.

“i’m sorry for the way i reacted.”

“it’s ok, with everything that’s happened i don’t blame you…so…do you approve of her and i?”

strange chuckles a bit.

“of course i do, she’s a good kid. but, i’m still going to have a long talk with her about dating my daughter.”

“but dad-“

“no buts. come on let’s go finish having dinner with you girlfriend.”

you rolled your eyes, but walked back to the kitchen next to your dad.

when america realized the two of you had smiles on her face, she couldn’t help but smile as well. 

the three of you spent the rest of the dinner talking and laughing. you couldn’t have been happier at how accepting he was with you and your girlfriend. 

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

-

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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how ncis characters act when they’re jealous:

characters: leroy jethro gibbs, dwayne pride, tony dinozzo, chris lasalle, tim mcgee, tammy gregorio, nick torres, sebastian lund

a/n: might make a part two with more characters if i get the inspo

leroy jethro gibbs: he wouldn’t realize it was jealousy until somebody points it out. he’s usually wearing this stern look with hard eyes so jethro’s jealousy takes the form of not talking at all. and lots of staring. he would internalize his behavior as being concerned for you, or something not feeling right deep in his gut. and the guy who’s taking up so much of your attention will forever be an annoyance to gibbs.

jethro doesn’t interfere, though. not unless he feels like he has to - until then, gibbs will likely just sulk in the corner until you were free. but you can really start to feel his jealousy once you’re at his side again and he’s barely saying two words to you and still glaring at the annoying bastard. if you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll say it’s nothing. and later, when you both are alone, that’s when he reflects and feels like a stupid ass for acting the way he did.

dwayne pride: honestly, he gets a Kicked Puppy Vibe whenever he’s feeling jealousy. dwayne is a very sensitive person and he feels the loss of your presence like the sunshine hiding behind a cloud. he’ll try to ignore that twisted up feeling in his stomach and go on to enjoy the night, but dwayne always finds you in the crowd. always huffs a little when he sees you with someone else. always reins himself in from stealing your attention away.

later on, his affection is amped up to the max. dwayne will absolutely shine under your attention, and he’ll honestly get a bit clingy for the rest of the night. of course, he knows himself well enough to know what he’s doing. he feels a little embarrassed by it. so maybe some of the kisses he gives you is his secret way of apologizing.

tony dinozzo: he doesn’t get jealous. not at all. why should tony care if this loser keeps making you laugh so fucking hard at jokes that aren’t even funny? he only steps in because this other guy is so wildly unfunny that tony is afraid you might just die of boredom, and as you know so well, tony is a pretty heroic guy. it’s his job to take you far, far away from the asshole who was starting to stand just a little too close.

tony couldn’t hide his jealousy to save his own life. he likes to believe he’s suave and cunning and doesn’t let things get to him. and maybe that’s true for most things. but just as soon as he gets you alone, tony has this primal need to pull you in close and remind you what’s what. he doesn’t like to think of it as proving himself, but the marks on your neck prove differently…

chris lasalle: very little truly gets under christopher’s skin, and jealousy isn’t one of them. sure, he likes your attention, but chris is also very secure in the relationship. it’s kinda hard to feel threatened when he’s the one who lead you into the party, arm over your shoulders, showing you off and giving lots of kisses and doesn’t really give a fuck who sees. he might even revel in the fact that onlookers start to feel a little jealous of him.

if there’s any jealousy to be had, it’s toward your glass because your hands and mouth are all over it, instead of him. it’s toward the music itself for making you move so fluidly and sexy. it’s toward the liquor for putting that big grin on your face when chris should be doing that himself. he does later, rest assured. makes dumb jokes when his hands are all over your body, and he has nothing left to be jealous over.

tim mcgee: if jealousy could be adorable, it would be on tim. he’s prone to self-consciousness and self-doubt, and that would all come out whenever his position with you feels threatened. he loves and trusts you explicitly - it’s just his own dumb head making up crazy thoughts that you’ll find somebody better than him and tim works himself into a frenzy and he ends up embarrassing himself in front of you in some way or another.

at home, tim just apologizes. stutters his excuses with pink cheeks and shaky fingers. it won’t be until a while into the relationship when he’s more confident and self-assured. but until then, sometimes you just gotta wrap your arms around him and hold him tight and let him figure out for himself that you really do love him - even when you can hear abby reassuring him from across the room.

tammy gregorio: when she’s feeling jealous, it’s going to be loud and it’s going to be obvious. tammy will deny it, of course. insist she isn’t the jealous type and that she’s got more self-respect than that. but she’s not the only eagle-eyed person on the team - you can always see her watching you from across the room if somebody’s getting a little too friendly. she’ll tell you over and over she doesn’t feel threatened, but it’s always proven wrong when tammy always subtly puts herself between you and some slimy asshole.

even if you call her out on it later, she wouldn’t really care. in fact, tammy will probably turn it around on you, somehow - ask why you were paying so much attention to how she reacted. did you want her to get jealous? do you think it’s hot when tammy intervenes and puts on her Scary Agent Face? you’ll say no, of course. but she’s a profiler.

nick torres: this man is an opportunist. that’s how he lived as an undercover agent, and that bleeds into his normal life. nick will take the hot, twisted jealousy he’s feeling and turn it into something he can really enjoy. this means coming up to you, grinning at the guy who’s been chatting you up, and really laying it on thick. kissing you, touching you, making sly little comments. nick is also really good at insulting people without actually saying anything rude (which he does.)

nick will act all innocent at home when you confront him. he’ll tell you that he just likes showing his girl off because you’re too fucking cute. but that act doesn’t hold up for very long, and nick just kinda ends up insulting the guy some more by saying he was an idiot and didn’t deserve you and he kinda smelled anyway so why would you ever give him the time of day?

sebastian lund: a man who’s in touch with his feelings knows when he’s feeling jealous, and it just makes sebastian feel guilty. he trusts you more than he trusts anybody else, and he knows you wouldn’t do anything - still, sebastian just gets this unfamiliar tightness in this stomach when he hears you laugh across the room and it wasn’t him you were laughing at. he’ll push it down and try to act nonchalant and like he doesn’t notice you. it doesn’t work. everybody on the team picks up on it and they just look sympathetic.

sebastian would get talkative at home. he can usually talk a lot on normal occasions, but now, he just feels like he wants to have your attention and rambling is the best way for him to do that. sebastian probably won’t even stop talking until you two lay in bed, and his words are stunted by a soft kiss. he’ll eventually feel better - at least until the next day when he’s teased about it.

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Aarrgh! Going back and forth between my husbands pc and my phone is causing some issues with links so I’m starting over.

Here’s my stories, all are Bucky Barnes x Reader/OFC unless otherwise noted.

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Miss Velvet- Completed

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.<;br />

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Little Bird-Completed

Bucky Barnes x Mutant OFC

Notes: This idea just came to me while I was working on my college au and I'm pretty excited about it. Canon has been taken out back and shot, I do what I want. Enemies to lovers

The Avengers find Rika being held captive in a Hydra base and try to figure out who she is and why Hydra wanted her.

The Cowgirl and the Engineer

Notes: this is some sort of Heathers/Mean Girls/The DUFF mash up, in college au. I tried to make it original but will admit to being influenced by other stories I have read. I have not intentionally stolen or copied anyone else’s work.

Summary: Reader is a hard working vet science major. I tried to keep the description vague except she’s a she, tall and not thin. Bucky is a studious engineering major with a mean girl girlfriend, Sharon whose sister is Steve’s ex Peggy another mean girl. Steve & Nat, Sam & Wanda, Brock Rumlow is a dick, brief reader x Jack Rollins, Maria & Carol

Friday’s Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Mob AU

Friday is an equestrian who runs a therapeutic stable that works with special needs, at risk kids and veterans.

Bucky Barnes is the boss of SHIELD a mafia family and involved with a business deal that requires Friday's Place and all of the homes around it to be demolished for new buildings.

 Brock Rumlow is second in command with Hydra and in charge of the deal Friday is fighting. He's not afraid to fight dirty, in fact he prefers it. 

 Sharon Carter is Friday's oldest frenemy and Brocks girl. 

 Friday won't go down without a fight. What happens when her and Bucky clash?

Cold Hearted- Completed

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Reader(past), Reader x ????

Former Black Widow Reader is engaged to Steve Rogers but what happens when Sharon Carter is pardoned and returns.

Low Expectations- Completed

Reader is low on self esteem. Can Bucky convince her that she's the one he wants?

Note: just a simple love story. Many of the people, situations and quotes were plucked directly from my past experiences. It took my husband a lot of time and angst to help me look past the image that my ex carved into my psyche. Luckily he really did want me and was patient enough to help me carry my baggage.

Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky x Nat, Reader x Thor

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Warnings: swearing, angst, arranged marriage, infidelity, slow burn, smut.

Notes: considering another story to try and get past the block I have for my WIP's. LMK what you think. If anyone is interested I'll keep going. I could also use help with a title, I'm not great at them.

I tried to keep my reader as generic as possible but like always she's female and taller than average.

Where Ya Going, Star?

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x older reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

**Updated**

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Natasha, Reader x ????

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Fandom Leap

Summary: Reader is stressed and enjoys diving into her favorite fandoms as her happy escape. What happens when she is some how transported into her favorite fandoms

A/N: this is my first time doing a story collaboration with the amazing mutuals I've encountered on tumblr, all thought up and coordinated by @supraveng many thanks for including me.

This series will have multiple chapters and each written by someone else.

One shots & requests

Skin Deep

Reader and Bucky have been dating for awhile but when he is gone on a long mission the stress causes her psoriasis to flare and she's scared he will be disgusted.

Poor Choices

Request*****Like Steve cheated on his wife and when she found out about them he gave her the divorce papers and left her with their kids, and after few years the woman he cheated with cheated on him and he tries to get back to the reader and now she’s married to Bucky .******

Traded Up

Nick Fowler x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader(past)

Request***** I have a request for your milestone celebration......can you write a Ransom Drysdale or Nick Fowler story?  any scenario you like, just keeping his asshole persona except he's totally soft for the reader? 

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader meets steve while he's on the run and sticks with him thru thick and thin. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

[widow-maximov]

hi! i love your work and was wondering if you’d write a one shot where reader is thor’s younger sister and it’s her first time visiting earth. she’s clueless and doesn’t know how anything works 😩 wanda and nat get super smitten and eventually fall for the reader 😳 can we also get some protective big sister hela ♥️♥️♥️

Goodbye forever..

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, little bit of angst :3

Summary: First time visiting a place and being left by your brother, Thor for safety, falling into hands of Natasha and Wanda, will they help you adapt?

Word count: 4.1k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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"Asgard is in danger at the moment so I had to bring her down here Stark" Thor explained as you stood not far from him as you looked around.

"That's not what I'm saying, she doesn't know anything here and I can't babysit her, I am a busy man if you haven't noticed" Tony raised his concerns.

"I'm not asking you to babysit her, all I need is for to stay here until Asgard is clear from whatever is putting it in danger" Thor had that charm at convincing people to what he wants, which was working on Tony.

"What if she leaves or something? Or accidently hurts someone with her powers, she's still young and doesn't know her full strength" Tony was sitting down as he slowly started to crack, but there were doubts.

Thor looked back at you as you stared at the one of the tools that were laying around "She is young but she has been trained by me and Loki but if you're still worried, Wanda knows how to control her powers so she can train her and just keep an eye out. She is the strongest so she can easily over power her"

There was a moment of silence as Tony thought "Okay, I will brief Wanda about this"

Thor smiled widely as he was quick to give the rather smaller man a hug "I will be back as soon as possible"

Tony nodded with a small smile himself as he asked for Wanda, Thor turned towards you and took couple steps towards you which caught your attention "Y/n"

You looked at him with a smile "Brother"

"You'll be staying here for now until I came back from Asgard" He place his hand on your shoulder.

"I could help you fight in Asgard, you don't need to leave me here" Convincing Thor was a lot more harder than anyone really thought.

"We already spoke about this Y/n and you know my answer to that, I will try to visit but until then I'm ordering you to stay here and you can't leave" Thor stood straight as he slightly tensed when this was mentioned again.

You nodded, it's not like you had a choice and he nodded back "Good" Just in time Wanda walked in as she saw Thor since he was blocking you from her view, he turned with a smile at her sight, to which Tony walked out.

He hugged you "They will take care of you don't worry"

You nodded once again as you let a tear slide down your cheek, this was a big change, you didn't know anyone here and you was slightly afraid but only slightly.

He moved to the side to which now Wanda had a full view on you "Wanda, that's Y/n, you'll be training her. They will brief you now I have to go" Tony explained as he walked out.

Wanda raised her eyebrows at Tony but her gaze shifted to you and Thor to which she took couple steps, Thor rolled his eyes at Tony "Well anyways, this is Y/n as Tony said, she will be staying here for some time before I came back so I just need you to keep an eye out and keep her out of trouble so Tony doesn't try to kill me"

Wanda nodded as she smiled at you "Okay, that's not a problem, If I understood from what Tony said I will be training her?"

He nodded "Yes, she has powers even though she has them under control but just in case, just give her some tips or something"

Wanda wanted to know why you were here but she didn't want to cross any lines, she will find out if you tell her and that's what she will stick to.

"Well I have to go.." He stated as he awkwardly waited for Wanda to stop staring at you.

"Okay, I will show her around then" Wanda looked at Thor with a smile as he nodded, he gave you the last hug and walked off.

You followed Wanda around as she showed you everything, your room, meeting room, party room, training room, anything that she knew of, the last was the living room where most of the team was.

No one knew you were Thor's sister and you didn't know they didn't know so you just went along with it, as soon as you walked into the living room, the TV caught your attention.

Wanda stood near the kitchen as she faced you "Well this is the living room where the team usually relaxes after missions"

"And there is the kitchen to make food, usually I cook since they can barely make toast without burning it" She pointed towards the door that led to the kitchen.

You looked and smiled "Thank you, I think I understand everything now"

She nodded "Well if you have any questions, you can ask me"

This pulled the teams attention toward Wanda, their eyes landed on you and they quickly gathered around the two of you "Who is this?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms.

"This is Y/n, Thor brought her here from Asgard for the time being, so she will be staying with us" Wanda simply explained.

They all nodded and Wanda asked again "So Y/n do you have any questions?"

You nodded with a small smile "Yes, why are there people stuck in a box?"

Natasha frowned in confusion "People stuck in a box?"

You nodded as you pointed towards the TV "There, they seem to be frozen"

Natasha along with everyone looked over to see what you were talking about, Natasha tried her best to keep her chuckle in as she looked back at you "It's a TV, this is already recorded so we are just watching back"

Your lips turned into a perfect O shape as you nodded "Oh that's definitely new"

Sam held his face as he stared at you "You don't have TV's in Asgard?!"

You shook your head "That is not a thing, no. We have advanced technology there"

"Well, besides that I'm Steve" He reached his hand out for you, you looked at Wanda a little clueless to which she giggled slightly and showed you what to do.

You smiled widely at the hand shake, and then moved to Sam and Bucky and Bruce, they all shook your hand but when it came to Natasha, you leaned down and kiss her hand as she introduced herself.

They all stared at you with shock, Natasha didn't pull away which was more of a shock for the team, you turned back as you looked at the team "Is this not normal for people to do?"

They shook their head with awkward smiles "Not really, unless you're are rich and you're looking for a business deal"

You nodded slowly and looked over at Wanda "Don't worry I will teach you everything"

You gave a quick nod as you excused yourself to go back to your room, to which the team went back to watching the movie but Natasha lingered near Wanda.

"What is it Natasha?" Wanda asked as she knew it was her.

"Do you mind me tagging along?" The redhead didn't waste any time.

Wanda looked at her with her brows raised "Really? But why?"

She shrugged "I have nothing else to do"

Wanda tilted her head "Didn't you just tell the team you were overloaded with mission reports?"

"Well they aren't interesting unlike our new female recruitment" Natasha leaned on a door frame as a small smirk made it's way to her lips.

"Yeah okay, it will be easier with another person around" Wanda nodded to agree and started to prepare things to cook.

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For few weeks, Natasha and Wanda trained and taught you how to be more human, which you really appreciated. It wasn't as bad as you thought this stay would be, you grew fond of the two women quite quickly.

The witch and the former assassin felt the same, well they were more aware of what those feelings were but for you it was a lot more harder to understand why you wanted to spend more time with them than the rest of the group.

The two women started to fall in love with you and each time it was harder to hide. The team had their suspicions to which they were confirmed each time.

There was this one time...

"Okay, we need to somehow get some clothes for Y/n" Tony stated as he tried to think of a loophole.

You was standing in front of him, being quiet and just waiting for them to come up with a solution, your attention shifted to Steve "We can always just go shopping with Y/n"

Bucky raised his brows at Steve "As if you know anything about women's fashion"

Steve frowned "I rather think of myself as an expert"

Sam laughed "Yeah an expert in messing up, she would look like fashion show gone wrong"

Tony even manged to crack a smile at the comment "Sorry Steve but no"

Steve dramatically huffed "You guys are so mean, you need to give me a chance"

A voice spoke up from behind them "Give you a chance for what Steve?"

You turned around at the familiar voice, as you saw Wanda and Natasha walk in, a smile spread across your lips at the sight of them and you waved at them and quickly going back to your serious face after they wave back.

"It seems like Steve wants to buy me clothes" You spoke up for the first time since you was called in her.

"That's a terrible idea" Natasha spoke up this time as she walked past Steve with Wanda and stood next to you.

"Thanks for the support Romanoff" Steve sounded offended at the comment, earning a laugh from Wanda.

"You know what, just leave it up to us Tony, we will take care of this little issue" Wanda proposed the idea to which Tony quickly agreed and went on with his little project.

And so Wanda and Natasha snuck you out and went on a shopping spree to find you better clothes. You looked like you were from the medieval rather than from this century so a new wardrobe was in desperate need.

You ended up buying a lot of clothes and decided to explore a bit before coming back, you had like 10 bags in one hand and it was still light to you, it was pretty impressive and definitely Natasha with Wanda admired the way your muscles would flex.

The amount of dirty jokes Natasha had to swallow down, Wanda didn't even need to look into her mind, she was thinking the same thing.

You stopped abruptly as you looked at the creature before you "Stay behind I will protect both of you"

Natasha nearly bumped into you to which she peeked to see what you were talking about "Protect from what Y/n?"

"That creature" You narrowed at the dog that was walking lazily with it tongue out.

Wanda looked at Natasha with a smile at how cute you were with your knowledge "It's a dog, not a creature Y/n/n"

You looked over at Wanda "A dog? It wont try to attack us?"

She shook her head with a smile, she pulled the woman's attention who was walking the dog "Sorry, do you think my friend can pet your cute dog?"

The woman was quick to agree with a big smile across her lips, Natasha kneeled down and you followed her lead, she placed her hand over yours, you felt goose bumps at the contact and she placed your hand on the dogs head.

"See, it just loves pets" Natasha spoke softly to you as she watched your reaction.

You were sceptic at first but gently petted the little dog, a smile slowly appeared across your lips as you looked over to Natasha, inches away from her face, if heart eyes were real Natasha would definitely have them in that moment.

"It's harmless.." You stated out practically with disbelief.

Wanda smiled as she placed her hand on your shoulder, she felt her heart melt at the scene in front of her "Okay, let's go and grab something to eat"

You looked at the woman in front of you and thanked her politely "She really trained that creature very well"

"Why do you call it a creature?" Wanda asked curiously as she linked her arm with yours and so did Natasha.

"Well in Asgard we have Fenris Wolf, they are a lot bigger but very violent and it did look like Fenris so I was worried it would try to hurt you both"

They were melting, the way you felt like you had to protect them from a Fenris Wolf and put yourself in danger first, it was adorable and there was slight worry in your tone.

"Well" Wanda spoke with a huge smile "Thank you for worrying"

You smiled back and looked between the two women who were on either of your side "You shouldn't thank me, ladies should be treated like treasure"

An innocently precious look settled across the two women's faces at your words, their eyes filled with adoration and love, you were perfect and that's what they loved about you.

Or this time...

You had woke up pretty early, having your mind set to preparing breakfast for the two redheads, you wanted to do something nice for how they both took care of you and always made sure that you felt a little bit less loner here.

You knew how to cook but it was a little difficult to make anything here with earth ingredients, that didn't mean you would give up, you make sure Natasha and Wanda taught you how to use something called internet, you managed to search up videos and taught yourself how to make food.

With a smile at your success, you delivered your food to their beds, Natasha and Wanda shared a room together which made it a lot easier to give them your hard worked breakfast.

You memorized the way they did their coffee and quietly walked inside their bedroom, with food and coffee in hand. You placed it down as you slowly started to wake the women in bed.

Wanda was quicker to wake up, she sat up as she stared at you "What is wrong Y/n/n?"

Natasha slowly stirred as she opened one eye and looked at you and half awake Wanda, she never was a morning person so she groaned at being woken up.

"I have made food for my two favourite ladies" You stated simple with a innocent smile.

Wanda rubbed her eyes and finally was able to take in the smell and the sight of the food, it was waffles with blueberries and whipped cream, it was both of their favourite.

She looked at you again "Thank you Y/n/n"

She looked over at Natasha who had a smile but her eyes were shut "Yeah thank you Y/n I really appreciate food in bed"

"You welcome Lady Natasha"

Wanda giggled at how you called her "You didn't have to do this"

You stood up as you walked over to the food and give Wanda her plate and Natasha as well "Nonsense, I will be forever grateful how yous have treated me, with most care and respect so I shall give back something as well"

Natasha smirked "You should definitely feed me if you want to give back something"

Wanda raised her brows at Natasha's comment to which you proceed at her command "Anything you wish for Lady Natasha"

Natasha chuckled as she waved her hand to dismiss you "I was joking Y/n but I appreciate your dedication"

"You are most certainly welcome" You bowed down in front of them, earning nods and slight giggles.

This was just a pure moment between the three of you, something that the redheads treasured and adored, it was those moments that made them realise how important you had become to their simple lives, you bright them up and surprise them each time which was new compared to the boring days on earth.

If we were to go through all of the times, we would be here for days, but the point has been made to why the team had their suspicions.

Weeks turned into months and you definitely was better and had a better grasp on your powers, you learnt their language properly and slang which made expressing a lot more easier.

The only thing you struggled was your feelings, asking was a lot more complicated since you didn't quite understand what you should even ask, you wanted to just be with them and when you learnt about something called kissing, it never left your mind.

To understand it better you searched everything they had on kissing on the internet, realising it's something you wanted to do, something you wanted to experience with Wanda and Natasha.

So now that you understood that, you were determent to ask about it to Wanda and Natasha, making your way towards the meeting room where they were.

You opened the door and almost immediately they looked up at you "Y/n/n what brings you here"

You felt hot just at them looking at you "Lady Natasha, Lady Wanda" You bowed as you always did.

Natasha noticed your nervous to which she stood up and Wanda followed, she walked over to you with a soft smile "Why are you nervous Y/n?"

You smiled nervously at her "I wanted to talk"

Wanda followed right after with a soft smile just like Natasha's "What do you want to talk about Darling" They slightly trapped you in between them which you didn't mind at all.

You took a deep breath and just as words were about to leave your mouth, a familiar voice to you spoke up but to the redheads it was unknown "There you are Y/n"

You turned to face the voice as Natasha took a step in front of you along with Wanda, her hands ready to fire away with red mist, what took them off guard was your question "Sister Hela?"

They looked back at you with shocked faces, the tall woman stood in the same place but just opened her arms for you, to which you gladly took, you hugged her.

Living on earth for long and having company made you forget that Asgard even existed in the first place "What are you doing here?"

"I will get to that in a second, right now I want to know why these two trapped you?" The protective sister was activated as she death stared the two women in front of her.

You pulled away from Hela as you looked in the direction of the two redheads "They didn't trap me, they are cool don't worry"

"Cool?" Hela questioned as she raised her brows at you "Is this the language they teach on earth?"

She shook her head "I knew your brother did a mistake taking you here"

Natasha crossed her arms "I'm sorry but who are you?"

She looked with no emotions at Natasha "Hela Goddess of death?"

"Doesn't ring a bell" Natasha spat out with a cold glare.

"Thor's sister?" She answered but more in a question tone.

Wanda looked from you to Hela as realisation hit her "If you are Thor's sister... And Y/n is your younger sister.. That means Thor is Y/n's brother"

You nodded simply "Yes, I thought everyone knew"

Wanda facepalmed herself "Of course! That's why you were so clueless of everything on earth and your powers! You are a goddess"

Wanda looked up at you with the most huge smile anyone had witnesses, she was impressed and surprised at her discovery, Natasha spoke up with a smile "Damn she's more badass than we thought"

"Well, this interaction seems nice but I'm here because it's safe to come back to Asgard, Thor sent me to fetch you" Hela cut in before this can go any further.

You looked at Hela "Asgard is safe?"

She nodded with a smile "Yes, you can come back home"

Those smiles that were on the redheads lips, fell almost instantly at Hela's words. They didn't want to lose you, there was an obvious pain in their hearts at this news but they decided to stay strong.

You nodded at her "Is brother Thor here?"

"Yes, I believe he is talking with some people inside, so now let's go so you can say your goodbyes with everyone" She spoke up as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

"Okay sister" You agreed as you looked over at Natasha and Wanda.

"We are right behind you Y/n/n" Wanda spoke up through the pain in her throat, she was going to break and she didn't want you to see.

You nodded and your sister led you towards the rest of the people, you hugged Thor as you commented "Nice haircut, I really like it"

He laughed "Thank you Y/n, the long hair was really hard to fight with"

You nodded and pulled away, so you started off by saying goodbye to everyone, they had grown pretty attached to you and your weird outbursts, they grown to love you as you and your food.

The last two people that were left were Natasha and Wanda, you walked over to them. You wished you had realised what you felt towards them and acted on it before you had to come back.

They both hugged you, each face on your shoulders as you whispered "I wish I could stay more but it isn't my choice"

Natasha had a sad smile as she whispered back "Everyone has a choice детка (baby)"

You pulled away and looked at Wanda who let tears finally slide down her face, you wiped it with your thumb as you looked into her eyes "I will miss yous"

Wanda nodded as she chocked out "We will miss you too, make sure to visit more often"

You nodded and finally returned next to your brother and sister, you couldn't stop your heart practically breaking at the sight of Wanda's eyes looking like a waterfall, whilst Natasha tried to act strong.

It felt like everything was muted until Thor spoke up "Have you gathered everything important Y/n?"

You looked up at him, in this moment you knew what to do "No"

He tilted his head "Well then go bring that important thing to take with us"

"It's impossible" You stated.

"How so?"

You looked over at Hela who had a proud smile across her lips "Are you sure Y/n?"

You nodded as you wiped a tear from your cheek "Okay, what's happening that I don't know off"

"Forgive me brother but I will not go to Asgard because I'm not leaving what's important to me" You spoke up with more confidence.

There was a gasp from practically everyone in the room but you only heard Wanda's "I am staying here because this has became my home when you left"

You looked back at the two redheads "I don't want to leave them because they are important to me and I think I might have feelings for them"

Thor had a smile across his face so when you finally looked back at him, he spoke "Okay Y/n, I'm glad you are able to decide for yourself and what you need"

His gaze shifted to the Russian and the Sokovian "I'm glad you found a home in these two"

You looked back with a smile as you made your way towards them and finally blurred out "I want to kiss yous"

Wanda giggled whole heartedly as your outburst as Natasha giggled with her brows raised perfectly "Are you sure?"

"You said everyone has a choice, so I chose to want to kiss the both of you" You said in one sentence so nervously to which Natasha proudly smiled and pulled you into her face, kissing you and you kissed her back gently, just like you were.

You pulled away and instantly Wanda collided her lips with yours, guiding you and preventing herself from deepening the kiss in front of everyone, she pulls away, leaving you wanting more, just like whenever you would spend your time with them.

"Okay okay, enough" Hela spoke up with slight disgust in her voice, causing the three of you to look over and turn the whole room into giggles.

"But I swear if my little sister ends up heartbroken, I will haunt you two redheads to the rest of your life" There was seriousness in Hela's tone and they both respectfully nodded, acknowledging Hela's words.

This time you were saying goodbye, not to the people you met here but to your previous life and welcoming the new beginning with open arms....

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