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[bluebirdsfeathers]

Corporate Life

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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader

Summary: The disappointment of not being picked to be Wanda’s intern wasn’t going to stop you from settling into corporate life. Especially since you were assigned to work with her brother, Pietro, and she always found excuses to visit.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), no smut here but we might get there later (no promises tho).

A/N: I have an essay due that is less words than this and yet here we are. I’m going to introduce more marvel character each part. I have no idea how many parts this will end up being, but I know how it will end.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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The subway on a weekday morning was something you knew you’d never get used to. Everyone in a rush to get somewhere yet somehow nobody was moving even remotely fast. It was a miracle you’d gotten on a train and not just swept away by a mudslide of office workers. Heading into work you made you was straight to the elevators and back up to the third floor. Today you would be assigned to a department of the paper, and the anticipation was making you nervous. Unlike yesterday you were slightly early and where shocked to find you were the first one there. Taking a seat inside the conference room you were told to meet at, you pulled out your phone and began scrolling Instagram.

“I’ve never understood the obsession with social media,” A unfamiliar voice broke the silence, and you jumped slightly putting your phone down, “My apologies I thought you heard me come in.” Wanda smirked walking towards the other end of the long table, placing down some files, before walking back towards you. “I thought the paper was branching out into social media content?” Your voice came out a little higher than usual. Wanda stopped behind you placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze “We are… but that has nothing to do with me.” She said with a laugh before leaving the room.

It wasn’t long before the rest of the interns showed up along with Dr Banner, as he told you to call him, who you’d met yesterday. He looked to be around fifty with greying hair and a permanently sad expression. One of the first things he’d done was list his multiple degrees and explain how he’d ended up working here as an environmental science editor. The Westview Paper was one of the oldest most prestigious news sources in the country, maybe even the world. It had been in the Maximoff family since the 1950s, now being run by Wanda since her father’s retirement. Today you would find out what department you would be interning in for the next six months. Dr Banner handed out an envelope to each intern, rambling on about how pointlessly dramatic this all was and how he had other more important things to do than this. Everyone was quick to open their envelopes, the wait was just too much.

Your file read ‘Sports and Fitness’ in bold at the top. You’d been on the women’s basketball team in college and had spoken about it in your interview, you loved sports so this should be a perfect fit, but you couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed, she hadn’t picked you. “Lads look, I’m Wanda’s intern!” You turn to see Theo, who in this moment you decided you hated, holding up his file to the room looking far too smug. “I guess that proves I’m the alpha here.” You didn’t even entertain him with forced laughter like the others, you simply grabbed your bag and file and left to find a quiet spot to read. You discovered you’d be working for Pietro Maximoff, a quick google search told you that was Wanda’s brother and the head of that department. The file told you everything that would be expected of you over the next few months, some big and small goals as well as a weekly schedule that by the look of didn’t have you meeting with Pietro for a few hours.

To kill time, you decided to have a wonder around the building, the tour yesterday had given you a better understanding of the layout, but you still weren’t confident you could get from a to b without getting a little lost. Round every was another impossibly long corridor lined with doors and window into almost identical rooms that occasionally showed signs of life. As you rounded what must have been the fifth corner you saw a now familiar red head seemingly yelling at a room of men in suits. You stopped walking unsure whether to turn back or keep going like you hadn’t seen anything but before you could react the door to the room opened and the men hurried out, their heads held low like children after being told off. Your eyes went back to the room where Wanda stood, eyes closed, taking several slow deep breaths. Deciding it would be best to leave before you stumble upon something else you weren’t meant to see you turned around only to be stopped by Wanda calling your name.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” It was hard to read her tone, and a pit formed in your stomach worried you’d upset her. “I was just… familiarising myself with the building. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” You stumbled all over your words. “I should go I need to meet Pietro soon and I…” Wanda’s eyes lit up and a smile graced her face “Of course you’re his intern, why don’t I walk you?” You tried to politely refuse her offer, not wanting to be a bother, but she out right refused to take no for an answer, especially after you let it slip you didn’t know where his office was. Turns out it wasn’t far, one floor down and across the walkway and you where there.

The sports department was unlike the other places you been shown so far. It was lively with open plan desks, no cubicles or grey walls, instead hanging around the room was a variety of different countries flags and sports team memorabilia. The staff talked freely amongst themselves; you expected the noise to die down when Wanda entered but it didn’t. You watched her talk with them and share a joke or two, a stark contrast to the rage you’d seen her display moments ago. “Now where is he?” She asked the man she’d been talking to.

“Wanda!” You heard an excited voice call from across the room, “Wands! I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about this side of the building. We’re still being published right?” Pietro’s smile was the same as Wanda’s, warm with a slight hint of mischief. He was much taller than her, with bleach blonde hair and light stubble. “This must be y/n? Great to finally put a face to the name.” He said giving you a playful tap to the arm. “Look Wands I would love to catch up, but I need to get y/n settled.”

“Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about, but we need to discuss that in private. Can I steel you at some point tomorrow?”

“Yeah sure, you have my schedule so let me know when you are free.”

With that Wanda gave you both a smile and left.

Pietro made fast work of the power point he has prepared, and you were glad to hear business wear wasn’t mandatory in his department. Which was a relief as you only had two formal shirts and you’d already worn both. He sent you home early after reassuring you the missing hours wouldn’t come out of your wages and any disappointment over Wanda not picking you was gone. You were going to really enjoy having him for a boss.

The rest of the week went by quickly, you had so much work to be getting on with and so many people to get to know. Your desk was right by Pietro’s so he could keep an eye on you and help you when you needed it. You looked at the clock, it was quarter to five already, almost time to go home for the weekend. That was something you were excited about. This internship only had you working Monday to Friday, that meant you had the whole weekend to yourself. As you hit save for the last time on what you were working on you heard the door on the far end of the room open and looked up to see Wanda followed closely by Theo.

“Hi, Pietro, this is Theo, Theo this is my brother, Pietro. Y/n, you remember Theo, don’t you?” You nodded and watched as the two men shook hands. Yes, you did remember Theo, how could you forget a man that reminded you of all your high school bullies rolled into one and served with a silver spoon. “What do we owe the pleasure?” Pietro asked playfully.

“Oh, you know, just making the rounds, checking on all the new recruits at the end of the first week.”

“We are? I thought you said you needed to check on something important?” Theo said obliviously and Wanda gave a nervous laugh. “The wellbeing of my employees is important Theo. Now y/n how have you been?” You tried and failed to meet Wanda’s eyes as she gave you her full attention. “Good.” Was all you could squeeze out; you didn’t understand why she still made you so nervous. “He hasn’t been working you too hard has he.” Her voice was light and had the same playful tone as Pietro’s. Finally, you found it in you to look her in face and were surprised to see a slight blush that almost matched your own. “No, he hasn’t.” you said leaving an awkward silence in the air. “Well, we better head off, enjoy your weekend, and I’ll see you Monday.” Without another word Wanda left, Theo once again following closely behind.

It wasn’t long before the excitement and novelty of your new job wore off and all you longed for was the weekend. You’d gotten to know lots more faces around the office, even the lady at the front desk. You learnt her name was Pam and she wasn’t a huge bitch like you initially thought, she was just going through a divorce and her ex-husband, Jerry, was the worst. Somehow, you’d managed to develop a sense of normalcy working in this place. The only thing that kept you on edge were the surprise visits Wanda would do to the department; she was always finding a reason to come down here. Most made sense, like visiting her brother, checking on what stories were being published, but other times it felt like she was going out of her way to poke her head in seemingly just to talk to you, which hadn’t gotten easier yet.

Earlier today, while waiting for a copy of an article she’d tried to start a conversation with you. “I like your t-shirt.” Wanda said as she sat on your desk. “t-thanks, I like your blouse it’s… pink?” You said in return, unsure what to say. “What does it say? Radio head? I didn’t think young people listened to the radio these days.” She said lightly grazing her fingers across your arm. “Oh, Radio Head are a band… like music and stuff.” You shifted awkwardly in your chair, turning back to focus on your work. Pietro returned with the article and Wanda got up and left, giving you a light pat on the back as she walked past you.

The memory of that encounter played on your mind as you got ready to leave work for the day. “Y/n! Hey, I need to head to a meeting, I know you’re about to go home but can you go upstairs to Wanda’s office and drop this off? She needs to approve it before it goes to print.” Pietro handed you the latest copy of the sports news magazine, Wanda was big on seeing the final product physically before it was sent of to print so you agreed to drop it off in her office. She was never there anyway, far too busy to sit down with the election cycle going on. You headed to the lift pressing the very top button to take you all the way to the thirteenth floor, Pietro had given you his ID to get clearance to do so. Once the elevator doors opened, you walked into what looked like a living room, but what was just a very fancy looking wating area. There was a door to the left you assumed to be a bathroom and two large doors straight ahead that must lead to her office. You thought about whether to just leaving the magazine on the coffee table but before you could the large doors swung open.

“I don’t care who his father is! I’ve had enough of him! Who does he think he is anyway selling information to…” Wanda stopped her tirade when she saw you standing there with an expression of shock on your face. “Y/n? What are you doing up here?” She slightly snapped at you.

“Pietro told me to give you this.” You held out the magazine visibly trembling. “I’m sorry Ms Maximoff, I didn’t know you’d be here.” You voice shook slightly as you tried to stay calm while rapidly pressing the elevator button. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m leaving now.” The doors finally opened, and you hurried inside. “Y/n wait I didn’t mean to…” Wanda’s words were cut off by the doors closing as the lift took you back to the second floor. Breathing heavily, you tried to calm yourself down. You should have just dropped of the magazine and gotten out of there. Why must you always get yourself in these types of situations? You hoped it would be a while before you’d next see Wanda, maybe she would have forgotten all about it by then. Realising you were still clutching the magazine; you headed back to the sports department. Placing it on Pietro’s desk, along with his ID, you wrote a post-it note apologising, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed with you. All you could think about on your commute home was how angry Wanda looked over whatever it was she was yelling about. It scared you how she can be so warm and friendly one second then completely switch the next. Sometimes you forgot how rich and powerful she really was.

Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoe’s and sat down on your mattress now being held up by your nice new bedframe. The money you’d earned from this job was improving your life greatly. You’d bought a new pair of trainers without having to wait for your current ones to be falling apart. If this mistake today ended up costing you your job, you’d never forgive yourself. Taking out your phone you decided to take your mind off things by clearing out some work emails you hadn’t gotten around to today but at the top of your inbox was a new message sent only five minutes ago. It was addressed to all the interns and marked urgent.

The subject read: ‘Meeting tomorrow 9am, Floor: 3 Room: 24B’. A new wave of panic washed over you when you saw it was sent by Wanda.

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inspired by this post by @wandaslittlehorns

[thewintersoldier111]

Lol!

[why-i-love-comics]

Alligator Loki: Holiday Special #1 (2024)

written by Alyssa Wong art by Bob Quinn & Pete Pantazis

[yelenasdiary]

Don't Be Late

Pairing: Drug Lord! Yelena x Fem! Reader 

Summary: Yelena distracts you from meeting your father for breakfast.

18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI! | Smut | Dom! Yelena | Sub! Reader | Oral (R! Receiving) | Fingering (R! Receiving) | Edging | Daddy Kink | Language Waring | Use of Drugs (Weed) | 0.9K | 

Translations: Detka (baby)

"Mm, baby, s'tired" you mumbled while your partner sucked a light mark on your neck. Your alarm went off 5 minutes ago, waking the two of you to the annoying tune of your alarms attempts to wake you softly. It was 6:30 in the morning and you had to be back at your apartment before your father, an FBI agent, picked you up for breakfast.

"I know detka" Yelena whispered before attacking your neck with another mark. Your eyes fluttered open and were met with the green eyes of your partner, she smiled softly. "Good morning" she spoke before kissing you gently. You wasted no time snuggling into her as your body slowly began to wake up. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to stay the night at her place considering your apartment was 20-30 minutes away if the traffic was kind but she just got back from a business trip and she wanted to see you.

After a few minutes you felt awake enough and decided to get up only to be stopped by Yelena pulling you back on the bed, hovering above you. Her strong arms either side of your head keeping her from putting her entire weight on you. "Where are you off too?" She smirked.

"Babe, you know I've gotta go" you replied, wishing you could postpone breakfast for another day. Before you could say another word, Yelena's lips were hungrily attacking yours before moving to your neck, "stay" she spoke between kisses as she worked her way down your body, pushing your shirt up above your breasts. The softness of her lips on your skin made you grow needy for her as your mind reminded you of the hold the blonde Russian had over you. Her hands moved to remove your panties but you shook your head at her as she smirked at you.

"You're going to make me late baby!" You spoke but that didn't stop her from running a finger between your lips earning a soft moan from you. "Doesn't seem like you're in any hurry to leave detka, just lay there and let me make you feel good" Yelena replied before kissing your inner thigh as she slowly slides a finger inside you. There was no fight in you to get her to stop her actions, throwing your head back and with a soft moan as she slowly slides a second finger into your throbbing pussy.

"5 m-minutes" you said with another moan when you felt Yelena start to thrust her fingers in and out of you, she chuckled as she looked up at you once more, "We're done when I say we're done" Yelena smirked before diving in for your clit. Gently flicking over it before moving her fingers faster. Your hand landed on the top of her head, pushing her further into you, always amazed at how easily she was able to get you to fall apart for her. Moans filled the room while her tongue worked magic on you, leaving you to forget that you were supposed to be in the shower and getting ready to head home.

Your fists were full of Yelena's hair as you bucked your hips begging for more. "D-don't stop!" you moaned, throwing your head back as Yelena switched between her fingers and using her tongue to fill your needy hole. "You're still so fucking tight" Yelena smirked as she caught a glimpse of your state.

"Why are you talking?!" you replied with a moan, your orgasm approaching. Yelena slowed down her pace before removing her fingers. Her lips worked their way up to your body and kissed your lips letting you taste your arousal on her tongue. You pouted when she pulled away, "Please tell me you're not finished".

Yelena chuckled before sucking her fingers clean, humming at your taste. "You can't be late, detka, remember?" the blonde replied as she reached for her joint, lighting it before inhaling the drug. "Can't have daddy's special princess late for breakfast" she added as she blew the smoke into the air, offering you a puff.

You rolled your eyes, "you're such a tease!"

"and you're a little daddy's girl" she replied, running her tongue over her lips. You huffed before straddling her waist, watching as she took another hit from her joint. "I thought you were my daddy" you bit your lip softly to tease the Russian. She couldn't help but gently pull you down to her lips, kissing you deeply, "Don't be late detka, I've got some things to do today, if you're home when I get home, you can call me daddy as much you want" Yelena took another puff before kindly removing you from her waist.

"Please! you've already got me so….needy" you replied, reaching for her arm as she got out of bed. "Good, that means you'll be even more needy for me when I get home" she turned and looked down at you, "god you're so pretty when you're begging" she added with a smirk before leaning down to kiss you once more, "I'll see you tonight?" she asked.

"As if you could keep me away" you raised a brow at her, "just so we're clear, I hate you right now" you added.

"You're going to be late, remember?" Yelena chuckled just as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving you to roll your eyes and throw yourself back on the bed.

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[avengerscompound]

Clint Barton BLACK WIDOW & HAWKEYE (2024) #3

[arrowettexx]

DC CHARACTERS THANOS SNAP HCs :

KON-EL :

-Kon-el to nobody’s surprise infact DID NOT survive the mf snap.

- thanos put an order out for Kon-el to specifically be snapped out of existence.(due to pure annoyance)

- bro would lie and say he survived and was just “In HiDInG”

- bro would be in sm denial

-gaslight people into believing he was a threat to thanos and that’s why he was snapped 💀

CISSIE KING JONES:

-cissie king Jones DID survive the thanos snap

-Girl did NOT care that half of the world was gone.

-ends up finding roy harper and Jason when deciding to try and find Tim and any other batfamily members at the Wayne manor

- news flash… bitches were nowhere to be seen so. Ykw that means ? NEW CRIB!

-they all just don’t care that half the world is gone together

- then it hits her. HER MOM IS GONE!?

-she celebrated and in fact again did.not.care💀

- 5 years later everyone came back ..

-bitch.was.PISSED.

-her mom was there to annoy her once more 🥲

ROY AND JASON

-roy and Jason some how SURVIVED the thanos snap.

-they were together when it happened and let me tell you these two boys DID NOT NOTICE FOR A ANTIRE MONTH.

- found out only when jason called the wayne manor for money with no response .. cissie randomly answered with a voicemail saying “hoe the moneys gone. We all poor out in this bitch now” a day later

-but Jason and Roy had already BEEN broke so they took this as a middle ground and went on with they’re merry lives

-Roy and Jason want to the manor because.. they know where home at😖

-5 years later everyone re appears BROS DID NOT NOTICE AGAIN. they were just like “yo”

- Let’s just say the boys weren’t too much help with letting everyone who has vanished in on what tf happened.

BARRY ALLEN

- Barry Allen DID NOT survive the thanos snap

- honestly thank god tho. I don’t think bro could handle another issue.

- bro had to deal with the speed force.Flashpoint,doomsday, and apocalyptic war. Bro took this one off

- when he’s back tho.. awh man. . The boy feels awful

- had to process the fact that he left iris again during that 💀

- besides those factors, he takes the news that he’s been magically gone for five years pretty well, he’s no stranger to time jumps.. just this time it wasn’t on his own accord 

- he sure as hell does everything he can to help anyone and everyone get things where they were before.

-he reunites with the Justice League and force them to help in any way possible

-they agree

-he’s so sweet I love him.

SHAZAM AND JOHN CONSTINTINE

-Billy batson DID NOT survive the thanos snap…

-shazam on the other hand DID!

-Billy was starting to vanish and in a panic yelled “SHAZAM”

-no more vanishing!

-5 YEARS HE WAS STUCK IN THE ADULT BODY…

- boy was terrified to say shazam again..

- to his luck Constantine had survived, and begged him to put a spell on him that made him unable to speak the word shazam so he could never turn back on accident.

-John allowed Billy to come back with him to the house of mystery, after all, Billy was technically a magic user

- the world of magic technically had nothing to do with earth and the snap so Billy came in handy when it came to Constantine’s deals and quarrels with demons.

- Constantine saw the snap as natural selection and was okay with it.

- until he found that zatanna had been on earth and did not survive the snap.

- he drank a lot after that.

- five years later Billy got the spell removed and was able to BE Billy again

- Billy was over joyed at seeing everyone again.

-Constantine was… well ..Constantine.

STATIC SHOCK

-Virgil Hawkins DID SURVIVE the thanos snap!

- Virgil was lucky asf in this case bc the power/electricity was def not 100% working

-Virgil was going around using his energy to provide light to homes, power to hospitals ect,

-believe it or not he chose to stay on his own during the blip.

- he figured it would be better not to get attached when the chabce of survival was now somewhat lower

-didn’t even try to contact anyone

-(boy didn’t wanna face the facts on who he would never see again)

-at year four he kinda gave up and ended up somewhere in bloodhaven.

- a part of him was praying that Barry Allen was alive and would (selfishly) turn back time

- when everyone came back? He was kinda angry?

-he lowk was mad that everyone had to suffer through those 5 years and the blipped ones didn’t.

- he found nightwing (he was blipped aka DID NOT survive the snap) and tried to pick a fight with him for being so joyful during all this (granted he didn’t know-).

- he understood it wasn’t the worlds fault tho and just tired to do his best with helping explain to everyone what had happened.

- (at the end of the day he’s just a teenager )

- he took some time to re adjust to everyone being back. But eventually found peace

SELINA AND DUKE

-selina Kyle and duke thomas DID both survive the thanos snap!!

-they were with eachother on a bat fam mission when all of a sudden *POOF* they were all gone except for duke, Selina, Kate and Damian

-Kate and Damian almost immediately went their separate ways without notice

- Selina didn’t panic, in fact she was pretty calm with all of this

-Thomas on the other hand.. HE WAS A MESS

- full panic mode on his part

- after a little calming down they went to Wayne manor to find nobody they’re either.

- they stuck together travelling to metropolis to once again find nobody except for Lois lane who did survive.

- they all co existed together (lot easier to live there than gotham without the bat so)

- when they came back DUKE WAS SO HAPPY he cried .

-Selina was calm as always as they made their way back to gotham where ALL HELL WAS BREAKING LOOSE ON THE STREETS

- people were so confused

- everyone went back to Wayne manor (dick, Tim, Steph, babs and the rest of the blipped batfam) to find Cissie , Jason, and Roy living there and those three were SHOCKED.

- “awh man now we gotta move out!!”

- big family reunion for the batfam 💗

[mmimagine-40]

Daddy Daughter Dance

Dad!Tony Stark x Stark!FReader

Side Pairing: Talks of Steve Rogers x Stark!FReader. But not really established.

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"Aw isn't she just so cute!". Wanda says as she looks at the photos Pepper was showing everyone of the Daddy Daughter Dance Tony went to with Morgan. Different Avengers stood around as Pepper showed them the photos. Having only came to drop something off but now was showing off the pictures after Nat asked about the dance.

As the pictures are being shared around in comes Steve Bucky , Sam and Y/n from training. "I'm just saying, I was just going easy on you." Sam said trying to act all tough. The other three just laugh shaking their heads at him. Bucky threw his arm around Y/ns neck. "Oh please just admit Y/n kicked your ass.". Sam crossed his arms pouting. Y/n rolled her eyes as she pushed Bucky off of her. She turns brightening up as they come into the common area where Pepper was showing the pictures around.

"Pepper!". Y/n pulled her in for a hug. Pepper smiled kissing her check. "Oh look I haven't gotten to show you yet. Here the pictures From the Daddy Daughter Dance Tony took Morgan to.". Y/n smiled as she looked over the pictures. "Aw she looks so cute. I knew that dress was the right one. Did she have fun?". Y/n asked looking at the pictures of her little sister. Her heart swelling seeing her so happy. "Oh she had a blast , she hasn't stopped talking about it since they got back.". "Aw, I'll have to take her on a girls day so she can tell me all about it.". Pepper agree saying that Morgan would love that. especially as she has been asking to hang out with her big sister.

"Y/n did you ever go to a Daddy Daughter Dance?". Wanda asked Y/n. Who looked up at her take back a little. "oh , no. I never got to go to one.". "Really? Tony never took you to one?". Nat asked teasing. Y/n shook her head. "I mean me and Tony didn't even know about one another for most of my life. And when I finally got away from that group and did meet Tony till I was just going into my teen years. At that point I was a little too old from them. Plus I won't have gone anyways has mine and my Dads relationship wasn't that good till after he meet Pepper.". Y/n says looking at Pepper who smiles at her. Remember when she first met the young teen girl who was son confused about this new life she was in. And Tony the playboy who wasn't use to having this kind of responsibility. But over time their relationship strengthened. Especially thanks to Pepper as Tony always asked her for help to bond with Y/n.

Tony watched from the side. Watching at Y/n. He never really thought about the Daddy Daughter Dance for Y/n. Over the years and especially after having Morgan he realized how much he missed with Y/n. He has tried to make everything up to her as he can. No matter how much she told him it was fine and she was just happy to have him in her life now. As the others keep talking , an idea pops into Tony's head. He slips away from the group as he pulls his phone out. Making a few calls.

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Y/n sighed as she looked in the mirror putting on her earrings. Finishing up her outfit. Not very excited tonight. For some reason her Dad decided to randomly throw a gala/ Ball party thing for the Avengers. Y/n wasn't really sure exactly what it was. Having not really payed attention as all she heard was Party. She hated these kinds of things. As they normal aren't just the Avengers. But also many celebrities' and Government people. Y/n hated them all as they all tend to be so fake. Overly trying to impressed her. She would rather be laying in bed reading a book or even cuddled up with her favorite super soldier watching old movies.

Y/n did a once over herself once before heading out. Meeting Steve at her door as he was coming to get her. He stopped , smiling as he sees her. About to say something when he stopped. His eyes running over her body. "Wow..." was all he was able to get out as he stared at her. Y/n giggled softly as she closer to him. Gently lifting his chin to make him close his mouth. Steve chuckled after snapping out of it. "You look amazing.". "Thank you, You look very handsome.". Y/n said taking in Steve's form in the dressed up suit. He looked good. He smirked at her before holding his arm out for her to take. "Ready to go?". Y/n took his arm as they start walking to where the gala party was being held. "As ready as I'll ever be"

The gala went on. Everyone having a good time dancing , drink and mingling. Y/n stood next to Steve as his arm rest around her waist. As they listen and laugh as Nat tells them about the mission her Bucky , Clint and Sam got back from. In which Sam flew into a tree and got stuck. Only to be interrupted by the sound of glass clinking to get everyone's attention.

They all turn to see Tony standing on the stage where the band was. Holding a microphone as he got everyone's attention. Y/n looked around suspicious as everyone, the avengers, around her started to smile big. Looking back and forth between her and her father. Something was up.

"Thank you everyone who has come tonight. As you should all know I'm Tony Stark. This is not just any party for the Avengers. In fact this is a dance dedicated to someone very special to me." Y/ns face crunches softly confused what as happening. She looked towards Steve as she felt him gently squeeze her side. He looked down at her smiling as they turn back to Tony as he keeps talking. "You see, most of you know I'm a dad to three amazing kids. One of which is not actually mine but he might as well be.". Tony Jokes softly as he looks towards Peter. "I also have two amazing little girls. One of which is not so much of a little girl anymore. You see I did get to really be in the life of my eldest child's life. Due to this I missed many amazing things with them. So much stuff that I will never get to recreate with them. But I will try my best too. And this dance is one of those things. So this if I could call my daughter Y/n to the dance floor so we could share a daddy daughter dance.".

Y/n stood shocked as she watch Tony hand the mic off and step off the stage to the middle of the dance floor. Y/n was frozen still till she left someone gently push her towards the dance floor. Making her finally move closer to her father. Who held his hand out smiling at her. As soon as she took his hand the band started to play a soft song as they danced around the dance floor. Tears stung Y/ns eyes as she looked at her dad. "Dad, you didn't have to do any of this.". Tony softly smiled at her. "Yes I did. Your my princess. You deserve the best. I meant what I said. I would do anything and everything for you.". Y/n smiled sniffling as she rested her face on his shoulder. "You being my dad is enough.". Tony smiled as he held her close as they danced on. Even as others slowly started to join. They paid no mind to them as they danced. In that moment one one else mattered. Only them two and their father daughter bond.

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Something small I thought of. I don't know why I'm really in this soft mind set of Dad Tony and Daughter Reader. I hope you enjoy.-MM

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𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟���𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎

Word count: 2,009

Warning: Mature audiences only, you have been warned | inappropriate jokes and comments (you know how deadpool is) this is just fiction

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍?? 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁!! 𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷!!! 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘.. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 😟. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌!! 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!! 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶!!!

Summary: Wade drags Logan along to a very long car ride followed to be his personal Uber, and best friend, to visit new Mexico for a week. Upon reading articles on the Google home page-wade- he realizes that a certain individual looks familiar from an article he read one time. So, he strikes a very interesting conversation with said individual, and finds something quite interesting and intriguing!

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The sound of a new Honda Civic driving on an empty road could be thought of as two heroes sitting in the front seats of the driving vehicle. With the passenger jamming out to the music, and the driver peacefully in his thoughts while concentrating on the road; It was truly a cinematic experience if the two had thought about this exact moment in third person.

"Ow! Would you be mindful of where you're playing your imaginary drum set, bub?" As if the sound didn't come from Hugh Jackman himself, Logan Howlett was shown in third person, forgetting the whole "cinematic third person view" with the Honda Civic, which was what Wade- who hit the victim- had thought about.

"Oopsie daisy! It's like these drumsticks have a mind of its own, huh?" Wade huffed out a breath as he continued to slam his hands in the air to play what was heard on the radio.

Logan nodded his head disapprovingly like a father, and just continued on with the road. The peace continues.

It's not everyday that they have these peaceful drives like this. Other than when they were having to drive to where the facility of where their timelines were controlled and kept under surveillance as to not be disturbed by any high powerful GOD. Yeah, that may be pushing it. Anyway, The point is that Wade and Logan, though the claw handling mortal didn't want to admit it, they were glad they had this long drive again. The beauty of nature was an A+.

"You need to tell them why we're on the road, silly!" Wade blurted out as he was now turned, facing the back seats like he was talking to passengers.

"The fuck is you lookin' at back there, Wade?" Logan questioned, yet not really wanting to know the reason since he's trying to drive to- Oh,, right!

The reason why they were on the road is because Wade decided it would be a lovely idea to have the two take a break from their old apartment, and take a vacation over to New Mexico!

The beaches there looked lovely from the Google pictures Wade had pulled up once, just once, so that was all the good reason as to why he wanted to drive there.. Or, to sit there. He made Logan drive.

"Damn right I did!" Wade blurted out yet again, causing Logan to almost jump in his seat, but luckily for his own embarrassment, he only flinched. "Bub, what the fuck are you saying right now?" Logan asked, getting annoyed with him now.

"Oh, sorry peanut! Just reacting to this fic that's currently being typed up. Anyways, nice driving skills by the way! Saturn made sure to bring up the fact that I'm the passenger princess." Wade confidently said, pulling down the sunshade to look at himself in the mirror for some extra dramatics.

Logan glanced at him before looking back at the road in utter confusion. "Wade, you practically forced me to drive, you're not a,, Passenger- whatever you just fuckin' spurred up in your little head. And by the way, I don't trust you behind the wheel."

Wade did a dramatic gasp by that, clutching his imaginary pearls, he whipped his head to look at Logan with almost daggers for eyes. "How dare you not trust me! I am a veeeery trustworthy person, as a matter of fact."

Logan gave Wade a very interesting "oh yeah?" as to let the younger know he's allowed to rant.

"Yes, "oh yeah?"! I am such an oh yeah, trustworthy person: Yukio once left me alone in the X-Men building for half an hour to come back to the place all spiff and span! Not only that, Colossus let me hold one of his very expensive vases all because I wanted to look at it. He let me HOLD IT while looking at it, isn't that a whole lot of trust thrown into one basket?"

Logan chuckled at that. "First off, the only reason she came back to the X-Men building to a very clean interior is because you had trashed it before she even came back. And I don't mean a little trash; you had the whole place covered with things on the ground, broken, and even the walls looked terrible in the pictures you sent me. You had Colossus' help as well as mine and somehow blind Al's help to clean up the entire place in under 15 minutes- which you got scolded for by Colossus afterwards. And for the record, Yukio came back after 30 minutes because she was supposed to be gone for 2 hours helping her girlfriend with whatever they were doing, but I told her about the mess."

Again, Wade had gasped by the betrayal. He was going to bark back in retaliation but Logan had cut him off.

"I'm not done, bub. for the vase, I found that ugly thing in the trash two weeks after the fact that you had had a small obsession with it; which tell me Wade, why was it in the trash all broken up in various sizes of pieces?" Logan asked with a smug look on his face meaning "gotcha" which knowingly pissed Wade off.

"The only reason it was broken in the trash is because Mary Puppins knocked it over when she visited the place with me one morning. Colossus somehow doesn't know about that yet." Wade explained defeatedly. He crossed his arms to emphasize his defeat and frustration.

"No. He knows." Logan corrected. Still with that fucking smug look on his face, like who is this guy?

"How does he know?!" Wade looked at him in shock, desperately waiting for an answer.

"Cuz I told him, you wuss puss."

Damn, was that a jaw to the ground in betrayal². "You mother fucking, cock sucking, animal hating, snitch bitch!" Wade couldn't believe it. Like seriously, who snitches on their best friends?!

"Another thing, those examples were not what I was looking for. I said trustworthy in driving, not just whatever popped into that small skull of yours you call a brain." Logan emphasized that with a finger to Wade's temple, pushing at his head slightly to get his comedic relief friend to be even more ticked off.

"I can't believe you.. How do you go and snitch on your best friend? I'm your homeboy- we're like this!" Wade stuttered out as he crossed his pointer and middle finger to shove it in Logan's face.

"Wade, you're not my- get your hand out of my face, I'm driving here!" Logan said quickly, as he pushed at the offending hand that butted in his personal space.

"What were you gonna say, sweet cheeks? Were you gonna say that I'm not your best friend?" Wade looked at Logan all sad now.

"No, that's not what I.. Friend is a stretch in itself, pal. I appreciate the offer of me moving in with you and Al, but it's been a few years. you know..? Give it some time." Logan explained the best he could. As embarrassing as he worded it, which most likely ruined a bit of his ego, but he had trust issues.

"Just like the author said, you have trust issues, peanut." Wade said in a not-so-sad tone now. He went for crossing his arms again and looked out the window this time.

The car goes silent for a moment, much to Logan's relief since he's driving, and because he wanted to ignore his comment. They got a little over an hour left before getting into New Mexico, so hopefully the car ride ends up being dead silent until then.

. . .

"So about you not trusting my driving-" Wade was about to go on another unimportant rant before he got smacked over the mouth.

"Not. A. Word." Logan said carefully, never once keeping his eyes off the road again.

Wade had wanted to bite back with a sexual comment, but decided not to as he quite wanted his mouth open and not stapled. Yes, his mouth was stapled shut by Logan before.

. . .

Eh, on second thought.

"I'll have you know that my driving skills are immaculate!" Wade said through muffled lips.

"Oh yeah? Then take the fuckin' wheel." Logan said, letting go of the wheel as he was turning. This caused Wade to panic, and roughly took the wheel to make a sharp turn, almost hitting a tree when by passing, but successfully missed it by a smidge.

"What the fuck?!" Wade shouted, looking at Logan then quickly retreating his eyes back on the road.

Logan crossed his arms this time, pulling off his smug face as he looked down at Wade. "We almost hit that tree back there."

"Oh, you think?! You decided to let your masculinity be free while I'm over here trying to not get hit- by the way, it's very hard keeping an eye on the road while in this position.. You sure you didn't just do this because you wanted me to take a whiff of your dick? Because it smells atrocious, you should shower when we get to New Mexico."

Logan uncrossed his arms at that comment and violently pushed Wade out of the way so he could continue on with driving. "Nope. You're way too anxious, and you don't fully concentrate while driving: Remember that one time you drove into town and almost swerved into a pole all because a bird hit your side of the window?"

Wade chuckled at the memory even if it wasn't the best thing to ever happen. "Look, I get jumpy when I'm not expecting things like birds when driving. It's the animal's fault for bumping into my window. Honestly, if I had hit that pole, it should be that fuck ass pigeon who would pay for our expenses." Wade argued.

"Yeah, like that's a possibility. Don't forget the time you looked at a building for more than 5 seconds causing us to pass a red light." Logan said with a growl. That memory still pissed the Wolverine off.

"Oh yeah, ha! How could I forget you being generous to me for once?" Wade awed at the memory.

Logan was not pleased by that answer. "I had to pay for your ticket so then Al wouldn't have had to pay for it herself. I didn't do it for you, I did it for her. God knows how much money she has left with how much you steal from her. And I'm not talking about the money." Logan pointed at Wade then, almost instantly catching him pulling out a small bag of white powder with letters written on it.

"Wade.. Don't fuckin' tell me you stole her cocaine again?! As soon as I say something about you stealing, you just casually pull it out?!" Logan shouted.

"I can casually pull out something else if you really want me to." When Wade looked at Logan expecting an annoyed comment, all that Logan did was look at him with disgust. "Look, I only pulled this out to gain a reaction from you for the viewers who's reading right now. Hey viewers!" Wade turned to face the back seat once again. This caused Logan to look back twice, only to be met with empty seats.

"Jesus- Wade, you make no sense whatsoever whenever I'm with you. It drives me insane sometimes." Logan breathed out, exhausted by all the talking suddenly. (Ahh, don't you just love a social battery?)

Wade looked at Logan and then out the car window to see a sign that says "Welcome to New Mexico!"

"Hey look! We made it, honey. Time to go visit the kids, huh?" Wade said excitedly, earning a scoff from Logan.

Once again, Wade is picturing the car in third person view, as he imagines the car drifting away from the camera, as the welcome sign appears in front. After a while, the screen will start to fade and soon it all goes black, waiting for a new chapter to come.

"This is going to be a fun vacation."

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It's actually so true that, it's heartbreaking.

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Avengers Assemble #5 (2025)

written by Steve Orlando art by Jose Luis, Oren Junior, & Sonia Oback

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Фантомная истина

Buckynat

Natasha thinks Bucky’s dead, so she does the logical thing: interrogates, threatens, and shoots Zemo. Turns out, Bucky’s fine—but now he has to deal with an angry Nat, an injured Zemo, and Sam’s terrible timing. Guns, grudges, and chaos ensue. Just another day for the world’s most dysfunctional not-couple.

Words, 1910

Phantom Truth

“You’re going to tell me what I want to know,” the fiery redhead said, pressing the blade of her knife against the man’s throat. Her voice was low, dangerous. “Where is he? If you killed him, I swear—”

“Natasha?” a familiar voice interrupted from the doorway.

Natasha didn’t loosen her grip on the knife but shifted her stance, raising a gun in her free hand.

“Nat,” Bucky Barnes stepped into the room, his gun lowered as confusion knitted his brows. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Natasha hesitated, then reluctantly lowered her gun. She ran a hand through her crimson hair, exhaling sharply. “I was avenging you. But apparently, Sam lied to me.” Her frustration was palpable.

“I tried—” the man under her knife began.

Natasha spun on him, gun aimed between his eyes. Her tone was icy. “Did I say you could speak?”

Bucky crossed the room quickly, snatching the gun from her hand before she could fire. “Avenge? Lied to? Natasha, what is going on?”

Natasha huffed, withdrawing another gun from her jacket. “Sam called and told me Zemo set the Winter Soldier off. Said you were gone.” Her hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Bucky sighed, deftly plucking both the knife and the gun from her grasp. “I’m fine, Nat. See?”

Before Natasha could respond, the door burst open.

“Hey, Bucky! You’re back!” Sam strolled in with his usual grin—until he caught sight of Natasha producing yet another gun and aiming it at him. His grin faltered. “Uh… what’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” Natasha snapped, waving the gun in his direction before Bucky wrestled it away. “You made me think Bucky was dead!”

Sam frowned, trying to piece it together. “How? All I said was Zemo set the Winter Soldier off and Bucky is…” His voice trailed off, eyes widening in realization. “Oh. Ohhh.”

Zemo, tied to a chair in the corner, raised his head. “Look, it was all part of—”

Natasha turned on him, pulling a revolver seemingly out of nowhere. “I said shut it!” She fired, hitting Zemo square in the knee.

Zemo howled in pain, clutching his leg.

“Natasha,” Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

She ignored him and pointed her gun at Sam. “Clean that mess up,” she ordered, motioning to Zemo.

Sam looked at her incredulously. “What? No way—”

“Do it,” Bucky interjected, his tone brooking no argument. “I need to talk to Natasha.”

Grumbling under his breath, Sam moved to drag Zemo out of the room. “You two are insane,” he muttered as Zemo groaned and resisted.

The door shut behind them, muffling the sound of Sam’s complaints and Zemo’s groans.

Natasha finally turned to face Bucky fully. For the first time, her voice softened. “Are you okay?”

Bucky set the collection of weapons he’d confiscated from her onto the table, giving her a long, measured look. “I’m fine, Nat… but how did you get here so fast?”

She smiled faintly. “I was in the area.”

“In the area?” He raised a brow. “I told you to stay in New York.”

Natasha let out a short laugh. “Oh, Bucky Barnes, you should know by now—I don’t take orders.” She hopped onto the counter, sitting casually. “And as for why I’m here, Sharon needed my help.”

“That explains all the weapons,” Bucky muttered, settling into a chair like a normal person.

“Doesn’t it?” Natasha said smugly, just as a loud screech came from the other room.

Bucky groaned, dropping his head onto the countertop.

“You partnered with them,” Natasha reminded him, her smirk returning.

Bucky groaned louder, sitting up and running a hand down

his face. "Nat, you can't just… shoot people. Even if it's Zemo."

"Can't I?" Natasha arched a brow, her tone light but her eyes gleaming with amusement. She leaned back on the counter, crossing her arms. "You know he deserved it. Hell, you're probably wishing you'd done it yourself."

"That's not the point," Bucky muttered. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "This isn't just about Zemo. You’re reckless, Nat. You can’t keep doing this.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Barnes. Don’t act like you haven’t done worse. I’m not exactly the one carrying a history of..." she gestured vaguely, "Winter Soldier incidents."

Bucky’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, silence hung in the room like a heavy fog. Natasha immediately regretted her words, though she didn't show it. 

"That’s different," he finally said, his voice low and tense. "I’m trying to move past all that."

"Exactly," Natasha replied, her voice softening. "And I’m trying to keep you alive so you can. Or do you think Zemo would stop at just setting you off if he had the chance?"

Before Bucky could reply, the bathroom door creaked open, and Sam’s head peeked out, his face exasperated. "Uh, can I just say you two have some serious unresolved tension? And also, Zemo’s bleeding all over the place." 

Natasha gave him a sharp glare. "Good. Maybe it’ll keep him quiet." 

Sam stepped fully into the room, dragging Zemo along behind him. The baron was clutching his wounded knee, his face pale and twisted in pain. "I don’t suppose anyone here has medical training," Zemo drawled, his voice laced with sarcasm despite his condition. 

Natasha slid off the counter and stalked toward him.

"You’re lucky I didn’t aim higher," she said coldly. 

"Nat!" Bucky stepped between them, holding up a hand. "Enough. You’ve made your point."

Zemo smirked faintly, even through his pain. "She’s always been a little unhinged, hasn’t she?" 

Bucky ignored him, turning his full attention to Natasha. "I mean it. Stand down. If you don’t, you’re just proving him right." 

Natasha hesitated, her jaw tightening. For a moment, she looked like she might argue, but then she exhaled sharply and shoved her gun back into her holster. "Fine," she muttered. 

"Thank you," Bucky said, his voice tired but firm. 

Sam let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. "Well, now that the drama’s settled, what’s the plan? Because, last I checked, Zemo wasn’t supposed to be part of our little reunion." 

Bucky glanced at Zemo, who was smirking again despite his injuries. "Yeah, well, plans change. And right now, we need him." 

Natasha’s eyes narrowed. "For what?" 

"Intel," Bucky replied. "He has connections—" 

Natasha scoffed. "Connections? He’s a liability, Bucky. You know he’ll stab us in the back the second it benefits him." 

"Maybe," Bucky admitted. "But right now, he’s the only lead we’ve got." 

Natasha folded her arms, her expression unreadable. "If he steps out of line, I’m taking him out. No hesitation."  "Noted," Bucky said dryly. 

Zemo chuckled weakly. "I must say, it’s nice to feel so valued." 

"Don’t push it," Natasha snapped. 

Sam raised a hand. "Okay, great, we’ve all established we hate Zemo. Can we move on now? What’s the next step?" 

Bucky sighed, glancing between the three of them. "First, we get Zemo patched up before he bleeds out all over the floor. Then, we figure out how to stop whatever he’s got brewing." 

Natasha tilted her head, her sharp gaze locked on Bucky. "And after that?" 

Bucky met her eyes, his expression hard. "After that, we end it. For good this time." 

Natasha smirked faintly, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Now

that’s a plan I can get behind."

Natasha lingered near the window, arms crossed, staring out into the dim streetlights beyond the safe house. The tension in her body radiated, her jaw tight, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Bucky noticed. He always noticed.

"You gonna stand there all night?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest.

"Maybe," Natasha replied, her tone clipped but without the venom she reserved for most people.

"Come on, Nat. You’re burning holes through the glass."

She glanced over her shoulder, raising a brow. "You sound concerned, Barnes."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I get it. You’re mad. Sam gave you bad intel, and yeah, maybe I should’ve called to tell you I wasn’t, you know, dead."

Natasha turned fully now, fixing him with a sharp glare. "You think this is about the intel?"

"It’s not?" Bucky tilted his head, genuinely confused.

"No," Natasha snapped. "It’s about you. About you running off, keeping me out of the loop, and making me think I—" She stopped herself, biting down on the rest of her sentence.

Bucky stood slowly, his expression softening as he stepped closer. "Think you what?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

"Nothing," she muttered, looking away.

"Nat," Bucky pressed, moving to stand just a few feet from her. "You think you what?"

She shook her head, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I thought I lost you, okay?" The words burst out of her, raw and unguarded. "Again."

Bucky’s breath caught, the weight of her confession sinking in.

"You’re reckless, Barnes," Natasha continued, her voice trembling slightly. "You throw yourself into these missions like you don’t care if you come back. And maybe you don’t. But I do."

"Nat," he began, reaching out, but she stepped back, holding up a hand.

"Don’t," she said firmly. "Don’t try to brush this off like it’s nothing. You matter to me, Bucky. And if you keep acting like your life isn’t worth fighting for, then—"

"Then what?" he interrupted, his voice rough. "You’ll pick

up the pieces? Again? Keep putting yourself in danger for me?"

"I’ve done it before," Natasha shot back. "And I’ll do it again if I have to."

Bucky shook his head, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "You shouldn’t have to, Nat. I’m not worth—"

"Don’t you dare finish that sentence," she cut him off, her voice fierce. "Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you’re not worth it."

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension between them thick enough to cut.

"You don’t get to decide what you’re worth to me," Natasha said quietly, her green eyes locking onto his. "That’s my choice. And I’ve already made it."

Bucky swallowed hard, his throat tight. He’d spent so long running from his past, from himself, that he hadn’t stopped to think about what—or who—he might be leaving behind.

"Nat, I’m sorry," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

She gave him a small, sad smile. "Don’t apologize to me, Barnes. Just… try to stay alive, okay? For once."

Bucky took a hesitant step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I’ll try," he promised.

Natasha’s breath hitched at the soft contact, her walls cracking just a little more. She looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "Good," she said, her voice steady but laced with an unspoken vulnerability.

Before either of them could say anything more, Sam’s voice cut through the moment.

"Hey, lovebirds, hate to interrupt, but we’ve got a situation."

Natasha sighed, pulling away and turning toward Sam. "What now?"

"Zemo," Sam said, pointing to the bathroom. "He’s trying to climb out the window. Thought you might want to handle it."

Natasha rolled her eyes, already moving toward the bathroom. "Unbelievable."

Bucky watched her go, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. He didn’t know what the future held—hell, he barely knew what the next day would bring—but one thing was certain: Natasha Romanoff wasn’t going to let him self-destruct.

And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to anymore.