#on that note ty to whichever dumbass that was

[your-local-shapeshifter]

ik i havent been here long but surely ppl know that leaving your window open in gotham when no ones home is BASICALLY an invite to be robbed

[1a-imagines]

@otaku-explosion request: #8 Fem s/o slapping/punching/etc (you get the point) whichever boy of your choosing from (Izuku, Bakugou, Eijirou) then promptly kissing them or doing something else in affection then saying something like "I love you, but if you ever pull a stunt like that again shit is going down" these boys would drive me nuts doing the stuff they do. whether its ridiculous, dangerous, or both

A/n: I love all your requests so much you genius.

Bakugo:

"Don't you fucking dare!" You yelled at your idiot of a boyfriend, knowing what that glint in his eyes meant. You had seen it all too many times before.

He was about to run head first into a villain fight and go ham without even thinking of a plan first.

It was how he always liked to do things, fighting first and thinking later. But right now, after having assessed the situation, you decided it was too dangerous, and there was no way you were letting him run headlong into certain doom without a plan this time.

You usually trusted his instincts, they were very impressive. He wasn’t much for thinking strategies but he was smart enough to think and fight at the same time. So you always trusted him not to do anything  too stupid, but this time felt different somehow and you didn’t like it.

“Stay here, it’s dangerous.” Bakugo said, completely ignoring your previous comment.

“Uh! yeah! I know! That's why I'm telling you not to go- Katsuki!” you yelled at him as he ran out into the chaos, ignoring you once again.

You could not believe that he had just completely ignored you- or, no, you could believe that. When in battle he always became twice as stubborn than he usually was.

You were just in shock at how stupid he was being right now.

Of course, you knew he was strong but something but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were running into a trap.

And as much as you trusted Bakugos instincts; you trusted yours more.

You two had been paired off from the main group of heroes when they got word of the villains splitting up, but you were skeptical as to why this particular villain was wandering around alone?

Even if your group splits up, the smart thing to do would be to split up into smaller groups rather than go off on your own and try to take on the heroes one by one.

It just didn’t sit right with you. These villains might be strong but even an idiot would know better than to try and take down pro heroes alone.

You peaked over the wall you had been hiding behind to watch as Katsuki used a sneak attack to blow the villain through the wall of the building.

You would have smiled proudly at your boyfriend but it was too easy for your liking.

He seemed to notice that too and stayed on guard.

He sent you a singular look and you knew to stay back. It was best to stay hidden in case more villains showed up.

Then you could at least take the upper hand by surprising them.

This was how you two worked. He was a head on fighter with amazing strength, and you were the sneaky, strategic one. All of these traits paired together made the both of you an unstoppable duo.

It didn't take much longer for your suspicions to be confirmed.  

Two more villains jumped out at Katsuki, and the one he had put through a wall jumped back up.

He had used himself as a dummy to lure out the heroes!

"Fucking DAMMIT!" You heard your boyfriend yell in annoyance.

Your heart jumped into your throat as you watched him take on three strong villains alone.

You hated this, why couldn't he just have stayed back and listened to you?

Either way, you had to wait for him to signal for you to jump in.

Bakugo made sure that all three of them were focused on fighting him, and when you had the perfect opportunity to jump in he gave you the signal.

When you snuck over to them you were able to catch them off guard enough to immediately take one of them out using your quirk. Though the other two seemed like they were going to be a lot harder to take down.

Their movements were fast, and their punches were strong.

Though, they still weren't good enough for the strongest power couple of pro heroes.

You two were most known for being the strongest partners in the industry. So it wasn't a surprise when you kicked their asses.

Despite your victory that didn't mean to say you left with no injuries.

Right as you finished tying them up more pro heroes showed, letting you both know it was over and the heroes had won. All that was left to do now was go get your injuries looked at.

You both sat down on the edge of the entrance to an ambulance, having your injuries looked at.

"Looks like you only left with minor injuries!" The paramedic smiled.

"Hmm. You might want to wait a minute?" You grinned all-too-innocently over at your boyfriend.

"What are you talking about babe- OW! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Bakugo yelled as you leaned across and punched him in his arm as hard as you could.

"That's for not listening to me!! I was worried sick! Honestly!! You should know better than to run head first into danger like that! I know you're stubborn but my god-"

"Hey- We won didn't we-"

"Don't interrupt me!" You cut him off. "You ever do that shit again and I'll kill you myself!!"

At this point the paramedic had rushed off, not that you could blame her. You wouldn’t want to be in between a couples argument either.

Especially not this couple

“What do you want me to do? Say I’m sorry for doing my job?”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “That would be a good start.”

He groaned and threw his head back, feeling exhausted from the conversation. You were lucky he loved you enough to actually swallow down his pride for you. “Fine- god you’re hard work sometimes- I’m sorry, happy now dumbass?”

You mouth fe agape. “Oh wow- you actually apologised.”

“HUH!?”

You let out a laugh at his expression which only seemed to tick him off more.

“I’d never actually make you apologise for doing your job- though it’s sweet you still did~.”

He stared at you in disbelief. Were you trying to piss him off? Why the hell were you making him say sorry and then laughing at him!? From the corner of his eye he noticed a small cloud of grey smoke. He glanced down at his hands to see them smoking.

He released a sigh in order to calm himself down, something he had gotten considerably better at doing since those school days. He crossed his arms, hiding his hands in his armpits in an attempt to stop the smoke.

He was used to this behaviour from you, you always liked to keep him on his toes and test his patience.

Though… for some reason, he didn’t mind as much when you were annoying him. If it were someone else he probably would have blown then into the ground by now.

In a way, he kind of liked how you challenged him. It kept your relationship unpredictable and interesting.

As he was grumbling to himself he didn’t notice you crawling over to him and was caught off guard when he felt a kiss placed onto his lips.

He looked at you with irritated eyes and you laughed again, noting that he was hiding some embarrassment in there too. The way that his ears tinged red at the sudden affection made your heart melt. He could be cute when he wanted to be- mostly when he wasn’t talking.

You sat beside him and curled into his side.

“You had me worried, idiot…” you muttered softly into his chest.

He sighed again and put an arm around you. “You shouldn’t worry.”

“I know, You can take care of yourself, but sometimes I panic when I see you running into danger.”

He knew exactly what you meant, Whenever he heard you were caught in the midst of a big fight or whenever he saw you on the news his heart always stopped for a moment. It was hard being heroes and dating at the same time. But at the end of the day, you both knew you were too strong for some low life villains to defeat you- Or at least that’s what you both told yourself to make it easier.

In all honesty, you had each other's backs and you knew as long as you were together you’d both work your hardest to make sure nothing bad happens.

You just had to have a lot of faith and trust in each other.

“Luckily, you’ll have me to back you up.” You looked up at him and sent him a sly smile which, in turn, made him roll his eyes.

“Lucky? My ‘back up’ just punched me!” He backfired.

“Don’t pretend it hurt!” you laughed, You weren’t all that strong, and you knew fine well he had trained himself to be able to withstand strong hits. Even your worst punch could barely make him flinch. As you had learned from all the training you did together.

Bakugo chuckled. “You’re right, it was weak.”

You huffed through your nose, turning your head from him. “You’re also lucky I love you.”

You felt two lips being placed onto your cheek and you blushed when you felt his warm breath hit your ear. "I love you too."

Midoriya:

You carelessly ran through the halls of the hospital, often being yelled at by the staff you passed. A few of them had tried to stop you before you caused some sort of damage but you couldn't stop- even if you wanted to, you couldn't find it in yourself to slow down.

You knew you shouldn't be running like this in a hospital but you didn't care! Worry had completely overtaken all of your senses and all you wanted was to see that messy green hair you loved and those sparkling, jade eyes.

After getting the phone call to tell you that your boyfriend was in hospital, yet again, for being reckless, you dashed over here as fast as you could and you had no intent to stop until you got to him. You had no idea what condition he would be in, you didn't even know if he was awake!

As you finally arrived at his room you noticed the door was open and you skidded inside, your body hit against the door frame as you came to a rough stop. You panted heavily as you leaned against the door frame, your eyes trailed over to your boyfriend who was currently sitting up in the bed.

He looked alarmed that you had burst in here like you did. He was expecting you to show up any minute but not to fly through the door!

His left arm was in a sling and both his legs were bandaged up along with his head. It looked like Recovery girl had already been here, but he still looked pretty beaten up.

You shivered, not wanting to imagine what he had looked like before the treatment.

"Y/n!! You're here-"

His bright smile from seeing you was immediately replaced with an expression of shock as you ran over to his side and punched him right in his uninjured arm.

"Ow! What-"

"Do you know how worried I was!?" Your voice cracked as you tried to cover your tear filled eyes with your hair. “They didn’t even tell me what happened! All I knew was that you were seriously hurt! Do you know how scary that was!?”

You didn't want him to see you crying. You had always promised to support him ever since you were little. You told yourself that no matter what danger you two found yourself in you would never stand in his way of being a hero.

But he was just so reckless sometimes!!

Today had been too much for you to handle, it had tested your strength, it had tested your ability to not break down, but it turns out you weren't as strong as you thought.

For a second, when you received that terrifying phone call, you thought they were going to tell you he had died, or didn't have long to live. You had never felt such a numbing pain in your whole life.

You were used to getting phone calls from the hospital but usually it was from Izuku himself, telling you what had happened and that he was ok. So when you got a call from a doctor telling you he was currently undergoing surgery you panicked.

When they told you he was going to be ok you felt like you could breathe again, but the numbing emotion never left you. The whole journey to the hospital you felt like you were in a daze.

In fact, you could barely remember how you got here. It was like your body was on auto-pilot. All you could focus on was your own pounding heartbeat.

"Y/n…"

You felt a large hand come up to cup your cheek and lift your head up. It was only when you met his green eyes that you realised your vision had become blurry from the tears welling in your eyes.

When you shut your eyes they finally fell. You leaned into his hand, grabbing his forearm with both of your hands and holding him close. He was alive, it was ok. There was no reason to be upset.

So why were you still crying?

You felt the pad of his thumb gently caress your cheek, wiping away the tears. He stared at you with a heartbroken expression. He hated doing this to you. He hated being the reason you had to worry so much. He had honestly expected you to leave him by now. You deserved so much better and yet… you stayed.

He didn’t know why. Why was he worth this to you? You were way too good for him.

"I thought you died." You whispered helplessly.

You didn't even have the chance to open your eyes before you felt the hand leave your cheek and wrap around your waist.

He pulled you down into his chest, holding you there protectively as you cried into his shirt. You welcomed the hug whole heartedly and made yourself comfortable on the bed beside him.

"I know I said I would always support you but today was too much." You lifted your head from his chest so you could smash your lips against his. It was like a way of telling yourself he was still alive. He was ok and you didn't need to worry anymore.

"I love you so much, but if you ever do something so reckless like that again then villains would be the least of your worries." You joked with a small smile, though your eyes were still tear filled.  You wanted to lighten the mood. The last thing he needed after such a big fight was to be surrounded with more sadness.

Your dazed boyfriend shook his head. It seemed the kiss had caught him off guard.

He let out a soft laugh as his fingers gently ran through your hair. "I believe you, i'll make sure to keep that in mind."

Oh yeah, he had seen your "bad" side on a few occasions. Luckily he had never been the target of your wrath and he fully intended to keep it that way.

He never wanted to be the reason you were upset.

As he looked down at your teary eyes he made a mental note to try harder for you. To be more careful so you didn’t have to worry as much. He would work himself down to the bone if it meant you would never have to feel this way again.

"I'm so sorry I scared you princess. I'll try to be more careful."

You smiled at him before stuffing your face back into his chest. "No you won't."

His lips parted in shock at your response.

You knew him too well. When he's in the heat of battle there is no stopping him. He's like a completely different person and if he has to take a risk to save someone's life you knew he would always do it without a second thought.

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started dating him. That's why you always did your best to never get upset when he got hurt or did something stupid.

He couldn't find it in him to reply, he didn’t know what to say. You were right, he would probably do this again at some point. Of course he wasn’t planning to, but it was just in his nature, when the times called for dangerous plans and reckless actions- he had to do it. Otherwise how could he call himself a hero?

But- god did he hate worrying you. He hated when you would have to see him like this.

And that’s exactly why he needed to get stronger. The stronger he was then the less likely it was he would be hurt this bad again and finally his precious loved ones could live in peace.

Of course you had your fair share of worrying him. You could be pretty reckless too, but it was all a part of the job description. It was something you both had to learn to overlook, you loved each other enough to deal with the worry.

"I'm sorry for punching you." You muttered into his shirt after a while of silence. He was still petting your hair with his uninjured hand, it was comforting.

You heard him chuckle. "You should be, I knew you were getting stronger lately but ouch! You have one mean right hook on you." He joked, feeling happy when you laughed into his shirt.

Making you smile was always one of his top priorities. It was especially important if he was the reason you were sad in the first place.

When you lifted your head again, you rested your chin on his chest as you sent him a soft glare. "Yeah, so make sure you're more careful. I don't want to have to do it again."

"Trust me, I don't want to have to feel that again." He rolled his shoulder, the stinging still lingering. "But I did deserve it this time… I mean, what kind of boyfriend makes their girlfriend cry like that?"

Uh oh, it seemed he was starting to blame himself for everything. Typical izuku. But there was no way you were allowing this on your watch!

"The heroic kind?" You tilted your head. "I know I might have been upset but you still saved all those people and single handedly stopped the villain, right? Or at least that’s what the news reporters are saying. So Don't beat yourself up. You're a true hero."

His cheeks turned red as he shyly shifted his eyes away. You smiled when seeing him trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably. It was so adorable!

“For some reason, it always sounds more special when you call me that." He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"A hero?"

He nodded, his eyes softening as your noses rubbed gently in a light eskimo kiss. "Thank you, honey. I promise, I'm going to get stronger for you. So you don't have to worry anymore."

Kirishima:

The blaring sound of sirens and flashing lights surrounded you as you finally made it onto the scene. They were slightly overwhelming you in your panicked state. This is the aftermath of what you had seen go down on tv, it was awful.. Much worse than what the cameras were able to show.

That only worried you more.

Right now, you were only looking for one guy. The same guy that had given you a million heart attacks in just one afternoon while simultaneously saving the day.

There were so many people around here you were worried it would take a lot longer than you anticipated to find him.

Everyone from pro heroes to police and ambulance crew were here. It was a pretty big crowd and it didn’t help that so many of them were rushing around.

You were careful not to get in their way, you didn't want to make things worse. From what it seemed the situation wasn’t great already and you were sure they wouldn’t appreciate a frantic person rushing around to find their boyfriend.

Honestly, you think it would be easy to spot bright red, spiky hair in a crowd, but nope.

You looked through every ambulance, you asked every pro hero you passed but you still couldn't find him and the worry was starting to grow, or well, more so than it was before.

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you walked around calling out for him. Though it might be unlikely he would hear you over all the noise.

Walking around the scene alone with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company wasn’t helping either.

You remembered seeing the mass destruction of the villains quirk on Tv and your boyfriend was one of the heroes in the center of it all. That was the last thing you saw before the camera cut out and you rushed out of your shared home to run to his location. You had been happy to see it was over when you arrived. The villains had been successfully captured and locked away.

But where was Kirishima!?

Oh god, what if he was hurt!? What if he was trapped somewhere!? What if he was kidnapped or- worse! Maybe they already had to take him to hospital because he was so badly injured?!

Your thoughts were clouded with bad images and it made a lump rise in your throat. You felt your eyes stinging with tears and you had to shake your head to keep it together.

No, no. You've got to stay strong. Maybe he was just being seen by a doctor- you haven't checked everywhere yet. There was no need to worry!! But what if he-

"Hey babe! What are you doing he- oof." he was cut off as you instantly spun around at the sound of his voice and tackled him into a tight hug.

Though he was caught off guard he was able to catch himself, and you, from falling onto the ground.

He was surprised to look down and see you shaking as you buried yourself in his chest. He didn't know what to say, what had shaken you up this badly? His arms came around to encase you into a tight hug, maybe that was all you needed right now.

"I was watching on Tv and all I saw was you running in and then that big cloud of smoke. Then the camera went off and I assumed the worst. I know you can take care of yourself but-"

So that's what this was about? His chest began to ache at the thought of you being at home and having to helplessly watch something so scary.

His arms around you tightened. One hand holding your head to his chest as the other stayed on your waist.

It was as if he was trying to shield you from the rest of the world- and it was so comforting.

"Hey! Hey! It's ok. I'm fine. I appreciate the worry, and I'm sorry for scaring you like that." He pulled back just enough for you to be able to look up and see his smiling face. "But I'm ok! See? Only a few little scratches!" He reassured you before pulling you back into his tight embrace.

"Honestly? I would've done the same thing if I was in your position! I would've freaked out too, but you don't have to be scared anymore."

You clung onto him as if your life depended on it. You were filled with such relief that you weren't even sure you were crying from sadness anymore. It was more happy crying- happy that he was alive.

"Luckily for us, Everything went pretty well- though… I guess I was pretty reckless back there." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

You weren't sure what it was about his acknowledging that he was reckless but I sort of ticked you off. If he knew it was reckless then why did he do it!? He should've been more careful!! There were so many other pros on the scene!! Why did he try to take it all on alone!?

You pulled back from the hug and punched his arm.

"Wh-"

"Damn right you were reckless!! What were you even thinking!? You could've been seriously hurt!"

"But babe I-"

"No! Shut up!" You cut him off again by roughly grabbing his collar and pulling him down to meet your lips in a rough, heated kiss.

"You ever pull a stunt like that again you'll be in big trouble mister!" You glared up at him.

"O-ok." He blinked, completely dazed at what had just happened. All your emotions coming out in one big cluster and he couldn’t keep up.

You were happy he was alive and wanted to kiss him all over his stupid face but you always wanted to punch him again for scaring you like he did!

However, all kirishima could think about was that he found this assertiveness kind of hot.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from him when you realised he was no longer listening to you. He was staring at you with a dazed look, his cheeks were red and you could only wonder why he was thinking about it.

The way he was looking at you was making you blush.

"Did you even feel that punch?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and laughed at the question.

He swung an arm around you. "Not really, but that's not to say you're not strong. You're super strong! I just have a high pain tolerance is all!"

You smiled up at him, cupping his cheeks with your hands. "I know. I have such a strong and manly boyfriend." You gushed and his cheeks turned red. Once again your mood had changed. Today has been a crazy day for your emotions and you couldn't decide whether to be happy or mad at him.

"H-hah- b-babe not in front of the guys." He said from embarrassment.

“Huh?” you questioned, following his eyes and turning around to find kaminari and sero making kissy faces at him.

You laughed.

It was rare for him to get embarrassed, he wasn't someone who cared about pda. In fact, he was usually completely open with showing love and affection for you in public.

This was a rare, and very cute, side of him.

"Looks like you got told huh dude?" Sero laughed at him, having witnessed you scolding him.

"Oh don't even get me started on you two!" You sent them a glare which immediately prompted them to shut up. "I saw you both being just as careless back there!"

"Oh uh- well…" kaminari started as they both slowly backed away from you, you could see they regretted making their previous comments and decided to ditch before you scolded them too.

You laughed as you watched them go and turned back to Kiri who was staring at you with a goofy grin.

"Have you been checked over for injuries? Are you ready to go home."

"Oh I'm more than ready to go home." He muttered in a low husky voice. You blinked twice at the statement.

"Huh? What's that mean?- and what's with that face!?"

He stepped closer to you and swung an arm around your waist, pulling you in close and leaning down to mutter in your ear.

"You're kinda hot when you're mad."

[crewhonk]

... Of The Line (4 1/2)

Warnings: Piet is a little shit and we love him, violence, guns, overall battle warnings, jealous!Steve, steve sees YN naked ad has to pick out her underwear

Words: 3.6K-- I’m trying to break down my chapters a little more-- plus if i kept this all one part, it would have been 6k long lolololololol

Chapter summary: The team try and find Klaue ina n African ship yard, and Pietro seems to be having too much fun

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes-- from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life. 

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots-- seriously they're so dumb, slow burn

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

AN: PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT AND LIKE AND REBLOG OUR WORK! We’re getting a little discouraged due to the recent lack of notes on this series!

Till The End Masterlist / Of The Line Masterlist

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It was early the next morning when a new voice woke her up, her Scottish lilt comforting but unfamiliar. 

“Miss, Mr Rogers is at your door.” YN groaned, and shoved her face deeper in the pillow she was cuddling with. “Should I let him in?”

YN was a moment away from saying yes when she realized what her current state was. She shot up out of bed, blankets pulled around her naked body as she searched wildly around the room. 

“Um— tell him to give me a minute?” Her voice was shaking slightly with panic. “I just need to get ready.” She threw the blankets off of her body and cried out when her feet touched the floor. Damn it, she had almost forgotten she had run around barefoot last night while fighting— drunk-YN was a dumbass. 

“YN, are you okay?” She could hear Steve’s voice on the other side of the door and she wanted to laugh the loudest she had ever laughed before. Of course, she would be doing this right now. 

“I— yeah, I’m just. Not decent and can’t do anything about it.” She replied, tying her hair in a lopsided bun to try to get the greasy locks out of her face. The soles of her feet rocketed pain up to her knees and she cursed drunk her. 

“I’m coming in,” Steve said, barely giving her enough time to cover herself with her duvet before overriding the lock and walking in.

The sight before him would make any man's knees weak. YN Banner was in her bed, blanket wrapped barely around her thighs and chest, shoulders gleaming and bare. Her lipstick was smudged, eyeliner and mascara a cloud around her eyes, and her hair was messy and unkept. If Steve squinted he could picture her in a similar situation, instead, his blanket wrapped around her modesty— the light from his window warming her skin. 

“I— hi.” He said breathlessly, frozen in the doorway. 

“Hey, could you close the door please?” She grinned sheepishly and he fumbled into her room after doing so, looking anywhere but the woman in her bed and shoving his hands deep into his pockets. 

“I— where are your clothes? I’ll get them for you.” He offered and she desperately wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Sure, she could just pretend she was wearing anything at all and ask for a sweater and sweatpants but that would, in fact, be a lie and YN would find herself very uncomfortable the rest of the day. On the other hand, she would have to ask Steve Rogers to get her a pair of underwear and she knew that it was only three days before that she had thrown out all of her granny-panties in lieu of getting new ones. 

So, of course, it would be her lucky hat Steve would have to open the top drawer of her dresser and find pretty, soft underwear of all shapes and materials and oh, god couldn’t Ultron just crash through the window and kill her right now?

Not to be dramatic. 

“I— yeah, okay. Um, my fuck. My underwear is in the top drawer, and my long sleeves and sweatpants are in the drawer under that.” She flushed at the shock in Steve’s eyes and didn’t miss the way his gaze drifted over her bare thighs hungrily. 

“You’re not— okay I’ll just.” He tore his eyes from her and turned to her dresser, looking briefly over framed pictures of her with her apparent favourite people. There was a picture (there were more strung on the wall) of her and Giovanna at a concert, their hair wild and makeup dressed to the nines. Their mouths were open in song and stretched with smiles, hands raised in the air at praise of whichever artist it was. There was one of her and Natasha— a selfie, Steve learned— of them both in matching neon pink facemasks and cheesy smiles. There was one of young YN, side by side with her dad in what looked like a warzone— both of them smiling and holding dripping ice cream cones. Her and Tony, apparently playfully arguing in the lab, Tony with a look of shock on his face and Giovanna with an expression of pure unadulterated joy at the horror on YN’s face. There was a screwdriver in the wall next to Tony’s head. 

Then, there was another that shocked him— it was a picture of him and YN. They had been on vacation in Disneyland when she was eighteen. She had managed to coax him into not only wearing matching bright pink bedazzled Minnie Mouse ears but also to feeding him cotton candy from his back as payment for the piggyback ride he was currently giving her. The setting sun bathed them in an orange glow, and it made his heart soft looking at it. 

He shook his head, eyes flicking up to look at the picture once more before opening the top dresser drawer and feeling his skin fill with boiling water. Sure, he knew she was twenty one now, but he had never expected her to be wearing anything like this under her clothes. There was a rainbow of fabric in this drawer, all the underwear and bras different ranges of cotton and lace, and his hands shook as he picked up a light blue pair, sucking in a breath at the lack of fabric at the back and bundling it into a ball in his fist and out of mind. He grabbed the softest shirt and pants, next, rushing over to hand her the clothes and refusing to make eye contact by any means. 

She thanked him breathily and he swore under his breath as he followed her next orders and went to the bathroom, grabbing her makeup wipes and mouthwash and returning only when she gave him the okay. 

“You good to go?” His voice sounded distant over the blood rushing in his ears. At her nod, he handed her the StarkPad he was carrying and bent on one knee in front of her to allow her to climb like a monkey on his back. 

“Any updates?” She asked into his ear as they left her room. He had told her that Helen's cradle was ready for her and that they would meet together while the cradle did its magic. 

“Yeah, actually. It’s not good, but its a huge lead and we’ll probably be heading out tomorrow for another mission.” He hummed, jogging down the stairs and walking into the lab where everyone was waiting. With a little help, YN was placed into the cradle on her stomach, warmth spreading through her feet as the cradle did its magic work on her. 

Steve walked over to Tony once YN was situated and unlocked his tablet, handing it to him. 

“What’s this?” He asked, handing the pad to Natasha who clenched her jaw. 

“A message. Ultron killed Strucker.” He replied, and Natasha passed the picture over to Giovanna who raised her eyebrows and showed it to YN. 

“And he did a Banksy at the crime scene,” Giovanna commented, YN nodding slowly in agreement and her nose wrinkled. 

“That’s gross.” She mumbled. 

‘‘This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?” Natasha commented, taking a sip of the cup of coffee Clint had just arrived with. YN smiled gratefully as he placed an extra large cup in her hand, knowing that while the cradle was magic, it still sucked to have to use it. 

“Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss,” Steve grumbled. Of course, he would be beating himself up for this— for allowing their government agency to take him in rather than Steve doing it himself. If he had just done the work himself rather than following orders, this could have all been avoided. 

“Yeah, I bet he—“ Natasha rolled over to the computer and opened any files she could get her hands on, slouching when she found nothing. “Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased.”

Giovanna walked over and sat in a low riding chair next to YN, taking a sip from her coffee and immediately gagging. 

“I don’t know why you keep trying coffee, you hate it so much,” YN whispered, amused as she watched her best friend chug the nearest water bottle. 

“I honestly don’t know either.”

“Not everything.” Tony had reappeared with a box of files in his hand, and the team stopped and groaned. It was another five minutes before boxes and boxes of files were brought in and lids tossed haphazardly around the room and the team skimmed files and papers relating to anyone even remotely related to Strucker. 

“Steve.” YN piped up as he went to pass her. “Bring me a box.”

“YN, you’re still injured.” Steve looked down at her and she groaned, flopping her forehead against the table under her. 

“Yeah on the opposite end of my brain. Give me a box, I want to help.” YN pleaded, and cheered when Giovanna returned with two boxes in her arms. Steve only rolled his eyes and huffed at YN’s cheer. 

“Didn’t you take notes during the meetings?” Giovanna asked, handing her a millennia folder. YN snorted, propping herself up on her elbows and flipping it open. 

“Yeah, along with notes about how great Steve’s ass looked during them. As if I would ever share them.” YN muttered, gaze drifting from her work to Steve who had made himself comfortable on a couch he and Thor had pulled from the far wall. 

“You’ll share them with me, though right?” Giovanna chuckled, throwing a piece of paper to the floor and picking up the next report. 

“Wanna do a girls night later? I’ll do a dramatic reading of them.” 

“You got it, Dude.”

Tony was pacing again and stopped to look over Bruce’s shoulder. He pulled the file from Bruce’s hands and let out a breath through his nose. 

“Wait. I know that guy— from back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms.” Steve’s head shot up accusingly and Tony rolled his eyes. “There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything.”

“I made sure of that.” Giovanna piped up and Tony shot her a glance. 

“You weren’t even there. You were what, thirteen?”

“I went to Paris alone when I was ten and was back before you even knew I was gone, remember? Black market conventions in Africa were nothing.”

Tony jabbed a finger in her direction, and YN raised an eyebrow. “We are talking about this later.”

“I don’t actually need to listen to you, you know— I’m twenty-one now.” She smiled, propping her chin on her fist and shooting him with a mischievous smile that Tony knew would result in just a light chastising. 

“Anyways,” He continued with a glare shot toward Giovanna. “He was talking about finding something new, a game changer, it was all very ‘Ahab’.”

Thor pulled the paper from Tony's hands and nodded towards it. “This.”

“Uh, it's a tattoo. I don't think he had it—“ Tony replied, squinting around Thor’s arm. Yn held out her hand and wiggled her fingers, looking at the picture. There was a man in the picture— well built, grey hair, wide smile and smile lines to match. His skin was plastered with tattoos— some fresh and others bleached from the sun or scars. There was a mark on his neck, though. It was still pink and the skin around it was irritated and puckered. 

“No, those are tattoos, this is a brand.” She said. “ Looks like he’s not too good at making friends. It looks like a hieroglyphic?”

“What dialect?” Steve asked, and YN shook her head. 

“It doesn’t look quite like anything I’ve ever seen before. It looks central-west Africa, almost?” She replied and handed the paper to her dad who scanned the symbol. 

“It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way.”

“Wakanada...? Wa…Wa…Wakanda?”

The word meant nothing to anyone in the room but Steve and Tony who had let their faces drop. Steve looked rather pale, and YN could feel her brows furrowing as they turned to each other. 

“If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods—“ Tony began, clenching his fists nervously. Even Giovanna, who was rarely concerned with her father's anxiety, knowing it was usually something he wanted to deal with himself, sat up straighter. Something was very, very wrong. 

“I thought your father said he got the last of it,” Steve said, turning his body away from the rest of the team and towards Tony. If his hunch was correct, this week was about to get a lot worse for everyone. 

“Can someone tell me what is going on?” Giovanna asked, her voice sharp. 

“What comes out of Wakanda?” Bruce asked, and Steve turned, picked up his shield and handed it to YN’s dad. 

“The strongest metal on Earth,” Steve said, his voice low and saturated with worry. He turned to Tony once more. “Where is this guy, now?”

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The flight and fight in Africa was supposed to have been an easy one— quick. Take out a man who had nothing special to him, capture the twins, take out Ultron and then make it home before Chick-Fil-A closed. 

How very wrong they were. As soon as Steve had announced their arrival, both YN and Giovanna knew that this was going to go terribly wrong. Maybe it was the way that the girl was holding herself, or maybe it was the way that the boy was looking at YN like he wanted to take her to a closet and make her squeal (Steve didn’t like that look very much at all). Maybe it was the way Ultron’s left side was covered in blood with Klaue nowhere to be seen. 

“Something is wrong, here.” YN pressed her finger to her ear as she spoke into the comm system. None of the team on the ground floor made any more to acknowledge her statement but Natasha, who looked warily over to her and nodded in agreement. Something was very much off. Her worries were cut off by Ultron making a noise of disgust. 

“Captain America,” He sneered. “Gods righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war. I can’t physically throw up in my mouth but—“ YN didn’t hear what Ultron had to say next, as Giovanna had appeared by her side, hand gentle on her arm and coaxing her to stay by the doorway. Keeping YN from punching the face off of that damn robot. 

“Throwing punches before the plan starts won’t end well.” Giovanna's voice was sharp in her ear and YN only nodded, shoulders still tense and eyes burning into Ultron. 

“—Casue I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan—“ Ultron cut himself off by capturing Tony in a magnetic pull and throwing him to the metal wall just left of where the girls were hiding in the shadows. 

“Dad!” Giovanna cried, pulling her helmet over her head and launching herself at Ultron who almost giggled. 

“Human bonds— cute.” He said, punching her to the ground and through the metal bridge. It didn’t take long for YN to plunge off the edge after her best friend, finding her shaking herself of dust and rubble. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Giovanna growled, launching herself right back up the boat and kicking the large robot in the chest immediately after a blast from her father. There was a little pause between their attacks and YN would have to inform her best friend just how cool she looked in that moment. The blasts and kicks were quick— precise, and the rage seemed to seep out of the lines of her suit. 

“She’s pretty cool, huh?” The male twin appeared beside YN suddenly, and YN squealed and jumped, momentarily forgetting she was, in fact, in a fight for blood. She moved quickly, grabbing a pistol from her hip and a chained baton from her thigh. Her attacks seemed fruitless— he was much too fast and before she knew it, he was spinning the baton in the air, circling her. 

“You are very beautiful— brave, too.” He hummed, coming face to face with her. She growled, surprising him enough to land a kick to his chest and knocking the air out of his lungs.  She aimed her gun at his shoulder, narrowly missing as he sped to his feet. 

“If I was a normal man, I would surely be dead by now.” His voice crooned in her ear and her elbow moved quickly enough that it caught the tip of his chin. She heard his hiss in a breath—good, the steel-tipped elbow pads had been a good investment after all. 

“Not everyone can get a hit in on me, you know. The HYDRA agents were practically useless. The Soldat got close, but the metal arm was too clunky.” He commented absently and YN stopped long enough for him to throw her to the ground, pinning her and smiling down as he straddled her waist. 

“Bucky. Bucky trained you.” She whispered, breathlessly and the man rolled his eyes. 

“Sure, if that was his name. Angry. Ruthless. Only cared about missions— something I never understood. I always got distracted by the pretty girls.” He smiled, and YN swung her hips and legs forcefully, throwing him off of her and grabbing her other baton, turning it on and feeling the hum of electricity shoot pleasantly up her arm. 

“Do you always talk this much during a fight?” YN said breathlessly and swung, catching the tip of his finger and making him yelp and hold it to his chest. 

“Why do the most beautiful things in the world always come with the most painful bite. God’s greatest play if you ask me.” He then moved too quickly for YN to see his next attack, but it wasn’t unlike a speeding fist colliding with her jaw. YN fell to the ground in a heap and she spat out a fragment of a tooth and some blood, wiping her lip and stumbling to her feet. 

“Now, are you going to tell me your name?” He asked, faking concern and cradling her face briefly before she aimed a kick to his knees. 

“In your dreams, Buddy.” She snarled, aiming her gun and quickly firing three shots— all missing by a hairsbreadth. 

“I’m counting on it. And it is not ‘Buddy’.” He muttered, running around to her back and whispering into her ear. “It is Pietro Maximoff.”

And then he was gone. 

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Steve had just barely caught the interaction, but he seemed to have gathered the gist of it. The Maximoff twin wasn’t afraid to get handsy and was incredibly quick on his feet. His charming smile shot in YN’s direction and making something akin to anger bubble in the pits of his heart and stomach. He hopped down, throwing his shield at the place where he once stood and catching it before running to YN’s side whose gaze darted quickly over the field. 

He came to stand in front of her, clutching her jaw gently in his hand and hushing her when she jumped. Her eyes and skin seemed to be glowing— stress and anger and something else simmering under her muscles. 

“YN. Are you okay?” He said softly but severely. Her gaze finally landed on him— his untouched face and still perfect uniform settling her. So long as he wasn’t hurt, she would be able to keep going. 

“Fine. I want to kick the twin in the teeth though.” She pushed Steve off of her— one part angry, two parts embarrassed at him seeing her lose that battle. He followed her, wrapped his hand around her forearm and spoke through his admiration of the fight still in her. 

“You watch the Starks and Thor’s sixes. I’ll take care of him.” He muttered and something in his eyes told her that there would be no argument in this. 

“Yes, Captain.” She turned away, leaving the ugly green monster who had reared its head a purring puddle of mush. 

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The silver-haired boy wasn’t hard to find— he had been thrown into a pile of crates by the force (or pull) of Thor's hammer. He was stumbling blearily to his feet when Steve hit his chest with the flat of his shield a little too hard for necessity, sending him flying back to the Pietro-shaped hole in the boxes. 

“Stay down, Kid.” Steve’s voice was almost unrecognizable— rage boiled in his words. A flash of fear covered his face before Pietro followed his gaze to where YN had just taken out three bots all the while swinging from Giovanna’s free hand across the open air of the cargo ship. 

“She is your girlfriend?” His irritatingly suave voice called Steve’s attention back to him and all Steve wanted to do as climb on top of him and pummel his smirk to ash. 

“I don’t think it’s any of your fuckin’ business.” He continued, rolling his shoulders and puffing his chest out. The kid only rolled his eyes, standing in a flash and patting Steve’s shoulder. 

“She is beautiful. If you do not make a move, I will. Several quick ones I know she will like.” And with a high pitched giggle and a brush of air, Pietro was gone, leaving Steve about one hundred times more irritated than when he had first arrived. 

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