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mostly-marvel-musings · 6 months ago

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Where Do We Go From Here - Part 2

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2721

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

Read Part 1 here

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“I love you, Mr. Rhodes.”

“I love you more, Mrs. Rhodes.”

Content.

That was a primary feeling among others, contentment and giddiness. It was the happiest day of your life. You had married your love, James Rhodes. The ceremony was everything you had wished for and more, all of your friends and family watched happily as you exchanged vows and rings, grinning ear to ear as you were declared man and wife.

The day you met him, or rather evening at Tony Stark’s party, hadn’t been the most perfect. Hell, you were too wasted to even remember but Rhodey had dropped you home - more like carried you, tucked you in bed, and left some Advil along with a note like a gentleman, a tiny smiley face with his number that had you giggling like a teenager. And that was the beginning of your relationship.

And exactly six months later you were dancing to your favorite song with your new husband who had a firm arm around your back, the other holding your hand while you lay your cheek against his chest, loving every minute of the moment. The song ended and you broke apart, reluctantly letting him go, you pecked him on his lips a couple times before excusing yourself to use the ladies room.

The door seemed to be locked so you gave a soft knock, frowning when you heard muffled voices of what sounded like two people arguing. Twisting the knob, you entered anyway because you couldn’t wait and stumbled on Tony and Pepper. They had been squabbling.

“I’m really sorry guys, I–I couldn’t wait.” you hurried into a stall, gathering your wedding gown as best as you could. You heard Pepper storm off, the clicking of her heels wasn’t exactly silent, before Tony’s footsteps receded soon after. As you headed out, Tony had been leaning against the opposite wall, looking tired and mildly irritated.

“All okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned for two of your closest friends. He waved his hand in dismissal and shrugged, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“Was that payback for me accidentally walking in on you in your bridal gown?” Tony jested, making you giggle as well as recalled the moment that happened just a few hours ago. Someone incorrectly told Tony about Rhodey’s room and he had barged in on you with two of your bridesmaids after you had just put on your wedding dress. He could’ve sworn his heart had stopped at that moment. You were stunning, so beautiful he actually struggled to form words. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Tony had left, not before giving you a once over, the image of you had been stuck in his mind for posterity. He couldn’t help but feel how lucky his best friend was.

“Oh God no! That was um, I just really had to go. I didn’t know you guys would be in there, arguing.” you blinked, shuffling from one foot to the other.

“While women’s bathrooms are at the top of my list for quarreling, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Tony had a knack for making a joke out of serious situations, you knew that, you wondered if that was one of the reasons for him and Pepper arguing. Pepper, as far as you knew, was a no-nonsense person. As the two of you walked back towards the hall, you saw your new husband deep in conversation with her. Thinking nothing of it, you turned to Tony.

“I should probably–”

“Good luck with–”

You spoke at the same time, chuckling as Tony scratched the back of his neck, looking back up at you with a sincere smile on his face.

“Good luck with your marriage, Y/N. I hope you two are happy, and not just for the pictures.”

The sun had risen a few hours ago, heavy curtains blocked most of the light where you lay in the guest bed, working up the courage to face the day. Pepper’s funeral had been another painful reminder of your new reality. People kept offering their condolences to Tony who had his stoic facade on, occasionally looking out for you to check if you were still around. You had made it a point to be there for him, he wasn’t exactly volatile but the man needed you to ground him, probably more than you needed him. Or maybe it was the same. Who knew?

All you knew was if there was anybody in the world who could get what you were going through, it was Tony. And it was the same for him. It was the strangest and the most tragic connection you two had now.

You stood outside your house and stared at it, a house that held so many memories, happy memories with you and James. It was now just walls and bricks. Tony had been reluctant to leave you alone but after much assurance, he dropped you here and left for work.

You went on a cleaning spree once you stepped in, the kitchen had been dirty, your bed was unkempt. Blasting on some loud music that you knew James would’ve hated if he were alive, you cleaned the house. And you actually felt better once you were finished. It was exhausting but therapeutic. Your mood had been lifted enough for you to make a batch of mini blueberry pies to take back to Tony’s. The only thing that you dreaded was opening the closet, conflicted between never wanting to find out what he had been hiding in there and wanting to know everything and be done with it.

He was smiling. Not believing this was his reality now, everything was perfect, everything felt right. The way it was supposed to be. A comfortable peace settled in his chest as he watched you from afar, laughing with your friend, Pepper as you cooked. A glass of wine in one hand while you stirred a pot with the other, lips curved into the most gorgeous smiles that always set his heart racing, Tony could feel the love radiating off of him.

Catching his eye, you winked, causing him to chuckle before making your way over, your beautiful face forming a frown as you saw the cup of coffee in his hand.

“Coffee? Really, Tony?” you placed your hands on your hips, giving him a stern look.

“And then you wonder why you can’t sleep at night.”

“I mean, I plan on keeping you awake with me…” he trailed off, smirking as he pulled you close by your waist.

“Oh? I didn’t know we had those kinda plans tonight, Mr. Stark.” your fingers had found their way into his hair while he placed soft kisses along your neck, feeling your body mold perfectly against him.

“Now you’ve got your reminder, haven’t you Mrs. Sta–”

Tony jolted awake, the sound of the buzzer outside broke the little dream into a sad reality. Once again, he had fallen asleep on the couch. A habit that Pepper hated, one that had led to several arguments in the past. The small screen by the door revealed your face, Tony’s previous dream flooding his mind once more, making him shake his head as if it could be brushed off.

“Hey!” you gave Tony a small smile, stepping inside the house and immediately noticing the blanket on his couch.

“Were you asleep? Shit! I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged and waved it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, narrowing his eyes as he noticed something on the blouse you wore.

“I cleaned the house, it felt great! Which I don’t think I’ve said in what feels like forever. I also made those mini blueberry pies you like. Here.” you handed them to him, watching his face light up genuinely after weeks. It made all of the efforts worth it.

“You ate some too, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

Tony chuckled and reached out to pick up a tiny piece of fruit from your collar, his fingers linger over your skin. Looking down, you noticed the purple-red stain in a couple other spots too, mentally cursing yourself for being so sloppy.

“The stain is gonna set..” you murmured, trying to rub it off with your nails and failing.

“Um, you could wear one of my t-shirts, if you want. I’ll get one for you.” Tony suggested, promptly heading upstairs when you nodded in agreement.

Deciding on taking a shower while you were at it, you turned on the faucet and let the hot water cascade down your body, your weary muscles relaxing under it. Your mind went about this arrangement you had come to, you were living with your best friend’s husband for weeks now, sleeping in the guest bed, dealing with the deaths of your significant others who happened to be in an affair. It was all the makings of a drama movie.

Tony had been your support system, a shoulder to cry on and quite frankly the only person you could tolerate. He didn’t look at you with sympathy, nor did he offer unsolicited advice, he was just there, to hold your hand when you needed, to wipe your tears when you had bouts of anxiety and broke down, Tony was there and that was enough.

Slipping on his t-shirt felt oddly comforting, it smelt of something that was distinctly Tony Stark - a mix of coffee, cigarettes and cologne. Heading downstairs, you noticed him nursing a cup of coffee in his hands as he sat on the kitchen counter.

“Coffee? Seriously? It’s time for dinner, Tony Stark.” you shook your head, your voice breaking him out of his reverie.

His heart definitely skipped a beat. You sounded eerily similar to the dream he just had, two, you wore his clothes which made something bloom in his chest, something that was probably inappropriate. He found his restraint slipping by the minute.

Raising his hands in defeat, he placed the mug away and held out a bottle of wine for you.

“I had this one saved, I know it’s your favorite. What do you say?”

You could use a drink, you thought. Or ten. And the fact that he had your favorite bottle saved made you smile at his thoughtfulness. You had dinner in silence, a comfortable one though before Tony dug into one of the small pies you had made.

“I swear to God, I would’ve married you just for these.” he realized what he’d said the next second, quickly apologizing and cursing himself under his breath.

“I found Pepper’s clothes on his closet, Tony.”

You didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to cause him more pain but it slipped out.

“I burned them.” you added quickly, watching him give you a small nod, as if to say it was the right thing to do.

“Fuck them.” you whispered.

“Yeah, fuck them.” Tony agreed, clearing out your plates. You watched him clean them, noticing he wasn’t wearing his wedding band anymore.

“Are we bad people, Tony?” you asked a few breaths later, staring out the window with your wine glass. Tony sighed, making his way over next to you, shoulders almost brushing.

“You know we’re not, Y/N. We deserve much better than we’ve had. Cheating is a choice, a choice they both made and broke vows. It doesn’t reflect our character, it reflects theirs.”

He was right. Somehow he always said the right things.

“Did you read this in a bad self-help book somewhere?” you jested, angling your body towards him after hearing him chuckle.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got about nine hundred quotes just ready to roll out whenever.”

You felt yourself laugh, a version of yourself that was earlier buried so deep down, you thought she’d never come out. Tony placed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he stepped closer.

You swore your heart was beating loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes glancing down at his lips. Now just inches away, you placed your hands on top of his and took in a deep breath.

“We can’t, Tony.”

“Why not?” he hadn’t moved away, he touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, his breath mingling with yours.

“We’re not those bad people, remember?” you breathed, not really wanting him to go away but you had to do the right thing. You didn’t want him or you to regret what would happen in the spur of the moment. He kissed you on your forehead, his soft lips still lingering against your skin as he spoke.

“We are people who repressed our feelings for far too long though. I know I am.” he murmured, leaving you confused.

What did he mean? Repressed feelings?

Opening your eyes, you found his brown orbs imploring yours, saying everything that was left unsaid between you over the years. Cupping his face, he leaned into your touch instinctively, still not moving from his place.

“I’ve had feelings for you way before any of this happened, Y/N. I thought you knew.” he whispered.

You did. You just never found the courage to confront him about it or even act on your own. You were married to his best friend, for God’s sake. And now…

“Would you regret this if I told you how much I’ve wanted you, Y/N?”

Tony had been holding himself back for a long time, he couldn’t any more. He would stop if you told him to, no questions asked, but something inside him said you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Answer me, Y/N. Would you regret it?”

Tears filled in your eyes and spilled over, down your cheeks where they met Tony’s gentle fingers that wiped them off. You were waiting for the voice inside your head to tell you this would be a mistake. That voice never spoke up.

“No.”

That simple word was a sentence in itself. It was all Tony needed to hear before closing the distance. He kissed you softly at first, melding his lips against yours as he pulled you against his chest. Kissing him was like coming home after a long, tiring day. It was new and yet familiar, like you were doing something right for once. He coaxed your mouth open to deepen the kiss, a mix of blueberries and wine that felt so right to him too.

Everything else felt like a beautiful blur to you. He carried you up the stairs, never breaking the kiss, laid you on the mattress, peeling his t-shirt off your body and admired your flushed skin. Nudging you with his nose, your eyes fluttered open to reflect zero traces of regret, giving him a signal to go ahead. You could think about the million other things running through your mind later, right now all that mattered was you and Tony.

His clothed shaft made its presence known as his hips drove forward, his head now dipped low between your breasts as he caressed your body. A needy moan left your lips as he peeled your shorts off, fingers teasing your moist entrance.

You undressed him quickly, wanting and needing him to make you feel good. Caging you with his arms on either side of your head, Tony pushed inside your heat, welcoming the warmth that enveloped his cock so well. His name fell from your lips in a soft sigh, urging him closer as you wrapped your legs around him.

Everything fell into oblivion as Tony fucked you, drove you to a point of ecstacy and held you as you fell apart. Kissed you like there was no tomorrow and yet all of his kisses felt like promises, promises of a better tomorrow. A future that would be better than your past, and your present.

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iloveslasher · 1 year ago

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Attention

Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

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abbatoirablaze · 8 months ago

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Deal With The Devil Master List

The five boroughs in New York City are run by the five families.

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, and the most dangerous of all, Steve Rogers.

But that's just where the story begins.

With Steve Rogers. The loud-mouthed kid who's charming, witty, and beyond manipulative.

He knows just how to get what he wants. And after hearing about the newest reason that the boroughs are up in arms, he wants his cut.

Inez Stark.

No one knew that Tony had a younger sister, That is, not until someone from his inner circle let it slip.

Peter's out, because he's Pepper's cousin.

And with Steve, Thor, and Clint all vying for the chance to get into the alliance between Peter and Tony, they all want her hand in marriage.

Only, Tony knows that.

He also knows that he can't protect his baby sister anymore. He has to make a deal with the devil.

Too bad Steve's number 2, Bucky Barnes fell in love with her first.

Chapters

The Hobbit

Negotiations

Expectations

Fiances

The Bachelor Party

Like A Dog

What Family Is For

Know Your Place

Blindfolded

Cuck

The Meaning Behind 'I Do'

Sex On The Beach, And Blitzed On A Binge

Say You Will

Please Stay

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popcorn-plots · 10 months ago

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Tony: h o l y shit, that's hot-- Pepper: Tony! Tony: ....not the time? Pepper: [looks up] Definitely not!

Pepper: [grins] although I do enjoy the sentiment.

#tony stark #iron man #pepper potts #tony stark x pepper potts #ironman suit #ironman 3 #flirting #i may or may not be planning a pepperony smut fic with a strap on #but no one told you #this is what tony was thinking the entire time #this is exactly what happened #canon event

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buckybarnesthings · 1 year ago

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Meet the characters and their aesthetic in The Grey Witch (ordered from left, right, left right. Aspyn Davis, Bucky Barnes, Aspyn x Bucky, Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony/Stark family, Thor and Loki)

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stonemags · 2 years ago

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.4 Leeway

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: As a good friend you are responsible for people closest to you, right? But can you handle it all at once? For now, your friends are a priority.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, aggression, cheating, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6556

A/N: This chapter took a while and im greatfull for all your patience. This story is a proces and i go through it while writing, it growns on me with every sentance and page. Im happy i can share it with you. All ideas, theories, comments are welcome. Dont steal or claim my stuff as yours or im going to bite your ass off. Enjoy!

As always thanks to @charturnus for editing, helping to write and posting this fic. It wouldn't be here without you.

Previous chapter

CHAPTER 4

The next morning. You find Darcy occupied with her phone, laughing at something and scrolling down TikTok. You can tell which side of the platform she is on, and you smile under your breath, hearing the “woooo I’m mentally ill” sound, that both of you love. You gather yourself and enter the living room. You feel guilty, it wasn't right for you to speak to her this way, or say those things. Your opinions should never get between you and your friends, no matter what they do. God, you would help them bury a body without a question, why would you be a bitch about the way they decide to go in their life. That's not your place to say so, and you see it now, after a mostly sleepless night. You need to set things right, you need to apologize. You need to-

“Is this one of your ADHD things, when you just stand in the middle of the room and have a full-on conversation with yourself?” Darcy's voice breaks you out of your reverie, and you look at her with shocked eyes. You get lost sometimes. I guess it was one of those moments.

“Yeah… I haven't taken my meds yet. Sorry about that.” You hang your head down and move closer to the couch that is occupied by Darcy and at least 5 blankets. Why would anybody need 5 blankets on one couch? It's not even that cold. Yes, it's November, but still, it's pretty warm for this time of the year.

“You are doing it again.” This time she touches your shoulder to bring you out and ground you, in reality a little bit more.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It's okay, what's bothering you?” She knows what, of course, she knows. The whole argument happened not more than 7 hours ago. God, you don't deserve her.

“Darcy…. About yesterday…” You start fidgeting with your hands. Clearly uncomfortable, you are being eaten up from the inside by guilt. The fuzzy blanket that you are sitting on provides comfort with its texture.

“About yesterday… I…”

“I know.” And you know she does, but she needs to hear it. You turn to the side to look at her, taking her hand into yours. You two were never touchy with each other. This is the kind of friendship where you would rather die than hug your friend, but you still would die for her in seconds. The older you two got, the closer you were, and the relationship between you two is far more mature now, you both are.

“Still, even if you do, it wasn't acceptable for me to say those things. I don't have the knowledge of how it looks from your side. I have my own issues, I shouldn’t put that on you or attack you because of them. It wasn't right, and it won't happen again. I'm not going to judge any of you and if I'm going to be confused about anything I'm just going to ask. I was ignorant, angry, tired and rude. Nothing excuses my behaviour. I'm sorry Darcy.”

She shifts her position and gets really close to you. You feel her arms around your neck and her face hidden in the crook of your neck. She feels warm, like home or fireplace, like the fuzzy blanket under your palm providing you with comfort. It takes you a second, but you practically scoop her up in your arms, hiding her even more in your chest. You stay like that for a little while and once you start pulling away you feel her grabbing you tighter. You don't let go.

“I'm sorry too.” You want to interrupt her, tell her that there is nothing to apologize for, that you were in the wrong, but she speaks again.

“I said some shitty stuff yesterday. I don't want to talk to you that way. Even if I was a little bit right.” you both laugh at it, and the world gets a little lighter. The heavy feeling on your shoulders, it's always there, it always lingers, but now you don't carry it by yourself. When you finally pull apart, both of your eyes are a little bit glassy, you both notice it, but nobody will say anything.

“You need to repay me, though. For the things you said.” Of course. You know that she is just using the situation and that you are actually forgiven, but you play the game either way.

“You have one wish. Shoot.”

“And no saying no?”

“No saying no.”

“I'm going to set you up on a date. And before you interrupt me…” You were actually going to interrupt her.

“You have to be there for at least 30 minutes, and then I'm not going to set you up with anyone ever again.”

“Deal.” She looks at you like you’re dumb. This kind of look that tells you she is not done. You take a dramatic breath in.

“What else…?” She smiles and as much as you will never admit it, you want her happy.

“Today Carol is having a small party with clients, friends, and business partners. It’s Bridgerton themed. You are going to be there, and you are going to like it. And no, you don't have to be there from the start, I know how you feel about all these business conversations. The party starts around 6pm and is going to last till 11pm at least. After that it's just going to be us, Maria, Kate, Pepper, Carol, Natasha and Wanda.” Hearing the last two names pulls a reaction from you. It’s one of the most dramatic eye rolls you've ever done. Darcy is laughing at you at this point, and you can't help but join her. You are not happy about any of that, but at the same time, you owe it to her.

“Yes ma’am.” The blanket beneath your fingers becomes overwhelming, so you start playing with your rings.

“Good girl, now go because you have classes in half an hour.” She cares, and that's one of the ways she shows you that she does.

“Also, don't worry about your regency outfit! I’ve already taken care of it.” Your best friend tells you, not moving from the couch, as you stand up to take care of breakfast. She really gets on your nerves sometimes, but to be honest, you didn't even think about the outfit. You are grateful, even if it’s her that put you in this situation.

“Actually, I’m not going to uni today.” That's shocking news for her, and you get why she is surprised.

“I also called off my shift at the bar.” Well that's a double shock, and it's surprising that she can take it. She gets off the couch and walks up to you, checking your temperature.

“Are you sick? Wait, you’re not dying, are you?” You love that dramatic bitch.

“No, actually, we need to call a family meeting today.”

‘’Oh,’’ Darcy breathes, realizing that the situation is serious. Only a few times before the meeting was called, this was the day Carol was introduced to all of you, or when Maria finally came out. This is an emergency only situation, and you are pretty sure that this one is justified.

“Wait, family meeting? Someone died?” Maria’s sleepy voice flows through the room. Her hair is messy. Her silk robe flows nicely around her body. You always admired her confidence, and she is surprisingly kind for such an attractive person. Her hair is freshly cut, shoulder-length is the most comfortable for her, at least that's what she always says when they get too long. You like that about her, the way she knows what she wants, when and how. Even more, you don't understand why she would give control to anyone else.

“Nobody died. Kate’s home?” You say.

“Yeah, she came back around 4am.” Darcy's answer is followed by a big yawn. All of you can use a break today, and a little bit more sleep.

‘’Could you please wake Kate up?’’ You say, turning to Maria.

‘’I’ll get started on pancakes in the meantime.’’

She moves from her spot by the door and hurries to Kate's room. It's not going to be easy, but the longer you are putting off the conversation, the harder it's going to get.

Preparing breakfast takes you little to no time, everything always goes by fast when you have Darcy on your side. You two work in perfect harmony, managing to cook, set up the table and even squeeze fresh orange juice for all of you. The scent of sweet citrus filled the whole room, bright sunlight falls aggressively through ajar blinds. Crispy air hits you as you move to close the window, trying to get rid of the burned smell of the last failed pancake. You are still going to eat it, you hate wasting food.

Darcy is on your right, sitting cross-legged on a high chair with a messy bun and an oversized sweater stolen from Carol. She looks peaceful and warm. Maria sits half naked in front of you. She is always really comfortable in her own skin and it shows. Long pyjama pants and a bra are her go to outfits in the morning. It suits her. When Kate comes out of her room, the first thing that you acknowledge is her wet hair, indicating she just had a shower and dark circles under her eyes. She moves smoothly closer to where you all wait for her and as she moves behind you, she stops in her tracks for a second to wrap her arms around your torso from behind. She hides her head in the crook of your neck, and all you can do is put your hand smoothly through her hair, hugging her closer with one arm.

“I missed you.” She whispers just for you to hear, and you feel tiredness and pain of the past busy weeks in her voice. It fills you with love, care but also anger for not being able to change it for her, or rather respecting the peace she chooses to live her life on. She needs to learn, and you will be here to catch her if she falls. And that's exactly why family meetings are so needed.

“I missed you too, hun.” Her smile makes you happy and breaks your heart at the same time. You have been in situations when someone was trying to open your eyes, and you were taking out anger and pain on the messenger. Honestly, there is nothing she could do to push you away, but you know some part of her will hate you after this.

“So what's the family meeting about? It sounds serious, you even took a day off.”

“Let's just eat for now. We're gonna talk later.”

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You wash the dishes after breakfast while girls talk with each other on the couch. They offered to clean, but you needed a second for yourself to muster up the courage to tell her the truth. Giving yourself time is needed, but also creates moments like this. Wet sponge in your right hand, plate in your left, and your phone laying heavy in your pocket with evidence. You feel it digging into your leg through the material, kind of like pushing you to stop procrastinating the inevitable, so you do.

You sit down on an ottoman that matches the rest of the couch set and as you sigh heavily, all the attention is drawn to you. Nobody’s rushing you to open up, it's one of the many rules of the meetings. They all wait for you, ready to provide comfort at all times. You lock your eyes with Kate’s, and as you almost always keep your posture and face up, your eyes water up a little, but not enough for them to notice.

“Go on y/n. Lay it on me.” She is the youngest of all of you, but sometimes she is more mature than all of you combined.

“Valkyrie is cheating on you.” You can see in her eyes that she thinks it's a joke, another dumb idea of yours to separate the two of them because you don't think her girlfriend deserves her, so you continue.

“I was at the bar, had my shift with Steve, she was there. There was a whole group of people, God, all of them drunk out of their minds. She came to me and told me that you’re not texting her back. She wasn't too nice about it.” You take a deep breath in and grab anything you have close to you to stop yourself from standing up and pacing around the room. The plastic scrunchie provides some stimulation, so you look at her again.

“At some point, she started kissing some girl that was in that group. I don't even know if they know each other.” Kate just listens, not taking her eyes off of you. You notice her lips quivering a little, but it's so slight that you’ve almost missed it.

“Shuri was there, she can vouch for this.”

“Wait, you saw your ex!?” Darcy jumps in but back off as soon as she can catch herself going off-topic, that's not important right now and she knows it.

“Show me.” Two words you hoped you wouldn't hear. Speaking about it is one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes will be different. As the last resort, you try to play dumb, pretending not to know what she means.

“This is far too important for you not to have the proof. Just show me y/n, I’m a big girl.” So you do. When you hand her the phone, it’s already opened in your gallery. It's the last thing you recorded. The video starts with Shuri drinking her martini and talking to you about something happening at her university. However, as soon as you zoom into the group, she falls silent.

‘’Oh fuck,’’ The girls can hear Shuri swearing, combined with your heavy breathing through the speaker in your phone. The scene ends with Valkyrie standing up and dragging the girl behind her into the bathroom area and Shuri’s voice saying “y/n don't do it”.

“What did you do?” Maria asks what everybody is wondering. You answer her question, but all you say is for Kate and only for her.

“I didn't do anything. I ended my shift and went home.” She believes you, you are always honest with her, always.

“I wanted to tell you right after, but this is not something to do over the phone. Maybe I should have just found you at your job, I'm sorry but-” She's interrupting your explanation with the softest voice she has.

“It's okay, I know you are more of a face to face person.” The scrunchie is long forgotten on the floor, and Kate's hands are secured strongly in yours. You caress her palm with your thumb, providing as much comfort through the touch as you can, but she leans back on the couch. You expected anger, sadness, a breakdown or denial, but not this.

“I mean, she was awful either way, right?” Both Darcy and Maria jump in with copious nodding and approval of that statement.

“I guess it's for the better, at least I have a good reason to end it now.” With that she…. smiles? Something is wrong, something is very wrong.

For the next 5 minutes your roommates rumble about how awful Val is, how much better Kate will be without her and how happy they are that she feels that way. Kate jumps in from time to time, smiling and telling them how right they are, and that's when you can't take it anymore. You start laughing, and it takes everybody off guard, to be honest it takes you off guard too. You don't explain anything to anybody as you stand up, take your hurt friend by her hand, and announce that you will be back in a couple of hours for dinner. You are much stronger than Kate, so manhandling her a little into her room is easy.

“Get dressed, put some training clothes on and take your wallet. I'm taking your car keys, and I'm waiting for you in the car park. Don't make me wait too long.”

“Y/n I’m fine! What are you even doing? I don't understand.” You hug her really close, face buried in your chest, her arms hanging loose on her sides not really knowing what to do with them, but even when she’s not reciprocating you don’t let her go. Your left hand goes all the way around her waist, grabbing her side, while the right hand keeps her head close to you. Your touch feels hungry for closeness with her, while you almost shield her whole body with yours. When you let go, you grab her face into your hands, look deeply into her glassy eyes and smile with the most honest love you ever felt to someone. This kind of love is different from anything else you ever had. You imagine that's the way your brother feels when he looks at you. At least he did when you were younger.

“You’re not Kate. And it's okay.” You kiss her forehead and tell her once again to get ready before you disappear from her room.

***

The ride to the location takes you around 25 minutes. The whole trip, Kate is trying to get you to tell her where you’re going or what this whole thing is about, but you keep your mouth shut, which makes her more irritated by the minute. It's good, you need her to be irritated, you need her to be mad, and soon enough everything will become clear to why.

You arrive at a big open space with one building that's in poor condition. Vines have taken over its walls, invading cement and binding everything together with nature. It’s a truly beautiful view if you can just stop for a second and try to understand what's in front of you. It's far, it's quiet, and it's your safe space, one of just the few that you have. You get out of the car, still not answering Kate's questions. She makes it harder for herself and as much as you get why she is doing it, you wish she would stop.

“What's that place? It looks like a squat.” She comments, and she sounds unnecessarily annoyed.

“This is a place where me and Shuri were meeting for most of the time. It's a safe place and a safe space.”

“Safe for what?”

“To be yourself.”

Your answer takes her a little bit off guard, you can see by the appearing wrinkles on her forehead that she really thinks about what you just said, and hopefully she will find some truth for herself in your words. She follows you into the building, you take out a bundle of keys, which is definitely too big, you don't even remember what half of them are for, you are pretty sure that some of them were found around here, never finding out their purpose, but the one that you need right now is easy to find. The red band on top of it makes it easy to spot. The word ‘’sanctuary’’ is hand-painted onto the key, and it fills you with warmth and gratitude that your last relationship ended up on good terms. You really appreciate having Shuri in your life, her and her family were nothing but good people to you, and you are glad to reciprocate anytime you can. You open a heavy looking lock and enter the building with Kate on your heels.

Inside it is really dark and scary looking, dust covers the floors, and various types of glass, wood and all kinds of materials can be found on the side of every wall. Used spray paint cans decorate one corner, making the whole place more alive because of their colours. They also create a nice contrast to the surrounding chaos. All cans are securely stacked in a pyramid shape. A skylight lights up the middle of the room in a theatrical way. You love this place to the bone.

As Kate looks around with a little disgust on her face she tries to appreciate you getting her out of the house, you collect some things from the locker and close it with a metallic clang.

“Here,” you say into her direction, getting closer to her with two jumpsuits in hand. She looks surprised, but gets the general idea of what you want from her. She is obliging even if she is not fully sure why you are both here, she’s too shaken up to put it all together. Putting on a brave face is one of her greatest strengths and weaknesses, but you know every little piece of her. At least most of them.

You start undressing while Kate is half ready with her suit on, you were always impressed with her physique. She’s the one who motivated you to go to the gym, taking you with her a couple of times gave you the kick-start that you needed to go on your own, you are grateful for that, not sure that she is aware of it. As you take off your shirt, you don't notice Kate's eyes lingering on your body. You are muscular it's hard not to be after putting so much work in at the gym, her eyes are tracing the tattoos on your body, from your legs up. You’re turned away from her, so she has a perfect view of your wide back. She isn’t sure why she’s staring, but it seems natural to do so, so she lets herself. As you turn around to face her, you zip up the suit to your waist, looking for a shirt you took with you. You don't want to ruin your nice clothes, that's why you asked Kate to pack something up herself as well. You look at her. She seems to be stuck for a moment, and her face is red.

“Are you okay?” You reach out to her, worried that she might be on the verge of crying because of her breakup, unaware that the reason for her state is completely different. Kate on the other hand is trying to understand what's happening to her. Nobody was ever as sweet to her as you, so protective and caring. Nobody held her like you do, nobody was interested in her in the way you are. In the beginning she was trying to figure out if that's your way of hitting on her, but after she got to know you a little bit she understood that it's just your nature. It didn't change the fact that she always feels special when you act protective over her or caring in any way. Late night texts telling her to get home safe, to remember about lunch, calling her love. Or just simply sitting down together and letting her talk while you listen. Just the way you let her be with you is enough to get some ideas in her head. She has been questioning for a long time now if she is attracted to you, but even if the answer is yes, your relationship has always been platonic, and she is aware of that.

“Yes, yes I am. Dress up, or you're going to get sick.” She stops the topic before you can ask her more questions, not wanting to fall into a hot mess in front of you.

After you both get dressed and leave your stuff secured in the locker, just in case, you take Kate's hand and tell her to follow you. Her palm is soft but cold to the touch, instinctively you start to rub her hand with your thumb to warm it up and comfort her a little, sensing her nervousness. She’s still playing with her hands, grabbing onto her jewellery and loose strands of fabric fraying off of the partially torn jumpsuit. Your touch seems to bring her a little bit more back into the present. You can hear her taking a big breath in when you soothe her hand, and it seems like her arms are starting to relax a little.

You moved further into the building, which leaves you in front of a massive, heavy looking reinforced door. Something straight out of the teen wolf series. As you open them, you are both hit with too much sunlight coming out of the skylights. Your eyes take a second to adjust and get past the sting of it, Kate tries to blink the pain away too. As soon as her vision is clear, she gets what all of this is about, and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

“Wha…what? Y/n I don't think it's necessary.” She comments as soon as she sees a table covered in lots of different kinds of mugs, plates, dishes, boxes and bottles. It's warmer here than anywhere else in the building, probably because of the sun coming through the windows. She understands now why the doors are so thick. She waits for your answer, but you leave her in silence. You move to the deep right corner of the room and grab two aluminium bats and two helmets secured in the covered box. Your weapon is strictly for looks, you are not going to participate in breaking today, this day is all about Kate and you need to focus on her.

“Take it.” She shakes her head, refusing to do so.

“Kate, take it, please.” She does see that you are being really serious about it. It feels heavy in her hands at first, but her muscle memory is trained on such a good level that it takes her just a minute to get used to the handle and balance of the bat.

“I don't need it. I know you think I'm sad and heartbroken but I'm not, okay? It's for the best and we both know it yn.” She pleads with you, it all seems really unnecessary for her.

“Kate..” you come close to her and put your free hand on her cheek. “ You are heartbroken, you are tired and you are sad, but most of all you are angry. I can see you holding your fist together every time someone mentions your mother.” Exactly the thing she does as soon as the words leave your mouth. “ I know that you feel betrayed by Val, it doesn't matter if you loved her or not. She abused you for so long, just as your mother. Dont hate me for it but I think you chose her for a reason.” She looks at you not believing your words, and takes a step back. Her eyes ask you what you mean by that and you know she felt a sting because of your assumption. You straighten out your posture and keep going, gambling your friendship in the name of her sanity.

“You have been controlled since your father died.”

“Stop.” Her voice is low but the tone of it is threatening.

“Your mother uses you as her personal project, to be honest I'm not sure if she was ever a real mother to you.” You continue not letting yourself back up no matter what. She needs this.

“I said stop.” Her voice is louder letting emotions take over a little.

“ Were you saying stop when Val hit you? Or when she was pouring alcohol in your system so she could take advantage of you? You didn’t deserve any of this” She is crying at this point and it pains you to see.

“All those times I was picking you up from her apartment seeing a new bruise on you, all those times when you got hell from your mother or from your girlfriend because you had to choose one and there were no other options in your life. This is not love Kate, it never was.”

“Nobody asked you to take care of me!!” She is screaming now and you decided to match her energy.

“BUT I DID! I was cleaning the fucking cuts, i was holding the ice bags and i had to watch you being broken everyday! I had to restrain myself of fucking her up everyday because of your feeling towards her!” Kate never knew about this, so that information is shocking, her head unfortunately for both of you took a defensive state so everything you say is taken personal. !!!

“ If that was such a fucking issue for you you could’ve just told me! I would never ask you for help if I knew!’ The bat in her hand is flying around, she always uses her hands while speaking so it's normal, in this situation though it's a little dangerous.

“It's not about me ! Its about you Kate, about people fucking you over and over again and you allowing them. It's about the fact that you are angry and you don't let yourself go!”

“I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M IN PAIN! AND THEY’VE PUT ME THERE” With that she delivers a first hit to the stack of plates. It's not in the center so plates end up falling from the table while breaking a couple of them. It's hard to aim when your face is covered in tears. You grab her arm before she can do a second strike stopping her mid flight. She tries to get out of your hold pushing you away with her other arm but you are one step ahead and you let go of your bat to grab both of her hands. You take her into a strong embrace letting her totally break down in tears. She cries, and it sounds like something she loved, someone she loves has died, maybe a part of her. Her voice is broken and you can hear her asking why, while you drop with her to the floor not letting go for even a second. She is still fighting to get out of your arms but you know that she is not fighting with you. You put your hand on her head closing any space left between you and you try to calm her crying a bit.

“I got you Kate… I'm right here with you, I'm not leaving…. ever. You can let go… just let go, I'm holding you.” And she does. She lets go of all the pain she feels at the moment, lots of memories coming back to her in a big feeling of chaos. It is hard for her to focus on one feeling, one problem, one pain so she grabs on to you tighter trying to ground herself in your touch. She starts paying attention to your fingers tracing patterns on her back, on your breathing being slow and deep and she tries to match it the best she can with her own. She focuses on the vibrations she can feel on her head that are coming from you humming her favorite melody. She finds peace in it and after a little while she slowly lets go of you to take a deep breath in and look at your face. You smile at her with the most genuine smile that she ever saw.

“Why are you so happy?” She is teasing you, you know she is.

“Because I'm proud of you Katie… so proud.” Your voice is low and soft, like the silence after the storm, like the moment when the rain stops falling abruptly after ripping the sky open with its force.

You help her stand up and that's the exact moment that she sees blood on your face. Her breath hitches while she points at your cheek. You touch the place and realize that while she hit the plates one piece of them got stuck in your skin. You take it out with almost no force and wipe already dried blood off of you.

“That's why we wear helmets.” You pick up the gear that was left on the floor, and help her put it safely on her head. After doing the same you hand her a bat and let her have an outlet for all of the forgotten feelings hidden inside of her for so long. Sounds are loud, rapid but so satisfying. Pieces of glass are landing on the walls, the floor and your clothing. At first she was shy with her hits, but you can see that she got more comfortable with the whole idea and actually put some work into it. You hold your cold bat in your left hand, it's only a prop, because today it's about Kate…. today is about Kate yn… You tell yourself trying to suppress any emotions you might have with this whole situation. Stacks of beer glasses seem to have your name written all over them. The bat you are holding gets a little bit heavier in your hand when you tighten your fist around it. Your veins become visible because of the pressure and your eyes are focused on the target, never looking away from it but holding yourself back as much as you can. Just when you start to feel yourself going into emotions, all of the glasses break in front of your eyes. A big hit delivered by Kate crashes them into pieces and powder, and with that she says that it's the last one that she needed. It brings you back out of your head and you nod at her, pointing to the door.

After leaving the room you give some time for Kate to change into her clothes while you are sweeping the floor to make it nice and tidy, mainly safe. You put down all the equipment and as you move into the room with a locker you can hear Kate humming the same melody you were trying to calm her down with. It warms you from the inside, the fact that you understand her and she trusts you enough to show you the most raw parts of herself. While you change Kate decided to look around some other rooms in the building. Some of them are holding more stuff to break, some of them have camping equipment, making her acknowledge that you probably spend some nights here. As you catch up to her you see that she found one of the most important places for you. The biggest room in this whole building has two chairs in the middle of it and 5 plastic boxes on the right side of it. Chairs are facing one wall, a wall covered in graffiti, with big sentences written in the middle of it. You lean on the entrance while Kate is trying to take it all in.

“What's that? Ver- Verba Vo…” “Verba Volant Scripta Manent. Spoken words fly away, written words remain.” You explain to her, trying to get her to understand what this place is about. “And what's all over that?” “All the reasons why me and Shuri were coming here. Tony Stark, Loki, work, even when I was arguing with you guys.” You laugh a little at the memory. “Even your mom.” You see her go closer to the wall as she eyes your mothers name written on the wall in the most chaotic way she ever saw. She puts her hand on the cold concrete and touches it lightly, collecting some dirt on her fingers by accident. She doesn't seem to care though. She turns with glossy eyes to look at you and a second later you are holding her in your arms. She is not angry anymore, but sad. Tears flow out while you hold her and allow her to feel all the emotions at once. She doesn't have to pretend with you, she never should. She lets you go and look at your face. Her cold hand lands on your cheek as she is trying to take care of you, leaving some of the dirt on your skin. It throws you off guard for a second because you didn't realize you were crying with her. As soon as you do you whip off the tears that escaped and hand her spray can from one of the plastic boxes.

“Write Katie, everything that's on your shoulders, write it out of you. It will stay here, and you will move on without it.” “Verba Volant Scripta Manent.” She repeats your mantra butchering latin pronunciation, making you laugh.

“Exactly.” You give her a nod and encourage her to start letting go of all the things that are in her heart. She is a little shy at first but gets a hold of it really quickly. She writes dates, names, words like work, comfort, cheating, fear. With each word she seems to be lighter and you enjoy the view. Carefully she writes everything down avoiding your drawing, your motto, which you really appreciate. As she finishes her work she takes a couple of steps back and enjoys the art of it. You join her, kiss the top of her head and take out of the box the last can, red one to put one last statement. She watches you really carefully as you go to her part of the wall and above everything she has written, you spray a big red word, saying “Rebirth”. As you turn around, a little bit dirty and tired, you feel happiness filling you in as she is smiling at you, in a way you haven't seen in a long time.

After closing up everything and making sure that the whole place is secured and tidy you make your way to the car. Kate is surprised to see an emotional hangover setup at the back of her car. Bottle of water, her favorite snack and tissues waiting for her, set down with love and care. It always amazes her how you can think in the future. There were countless situations in both your lifes when something unusual, tragic or just really out of nowhere came up and you are always ready for it. At least you seem to be. You are not talking much to each other while going back, no words needed between both of you. Kate can sense that it took a hold on you too so she provides comfort by playing with your hair on the back of your neck while you drive.

“I texted her.” Kates breaks the silence for a second, her voice barely above whisper.

“What did you say?”

“I broke up with her, I officially ended it, and I blocked her.” You put your hand on hers, letting her know you are right next to her. She expected you to be happy but you were always better for her then she anticipated.

“And how do you feel about it?” You ask tenderly.

“It hurts… I know she wasn't good, she never was, but she meant a lot and it… it just hurts.” You nod your head waiting for her to continue, giving all the space she might need.

“ But it's going to heal, and as much as it pains me I also feel lighter. I need it. Thank you yn, for everything.” She interviews her fingers with yours and allows silence to take over, leaving you both in each other's comfort.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Be Mine ~Pepper Stark Nee Potts xFem Babysitter!reader

Babysitter!reader for Morgan Stark after Tony’s death; a sex starved Pepper and Reader end up fucking while Morgan’s asleep.

Mommy…Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, face sitting, smutty smut smut, etc…

Enjoy (;

You were the babysitter for the one and only Morgan Stark.

A few months after Tony’s death when things had started to come back to a rhythm, Pepper had realized that she needed someone to watch Morgan on days where she worked late. (because as kind hearted Happy was, she just needed a second reassurance).

Pepper had found you on a babysitting website. You were in school, in your twenties, looking for a side hustle in babysitting.

Sh had set up a time for you and Morgan to meet, and you two had immediately clicked. And it just went off from there.

You would pick Morgan up from school and spend the weeknights with her until Pepper came home from her job.

It was really a lovely gig. You didn’t do it for the money anymore; you did it because you cared about Morgan and Pepper.

Tonight, Pepper had gone to a gala. It ended up going longer than anyone could have anticipated. You had put Morgan to bed and were desperately trying to stay awake on the couch.

Around 1am, you heard the click of the door. Your head shot up from its half asleep position.

“Ms. Potts! How was your evening?” You asked with a slight yawn.

But you couldn’t even register her words… All you saw was her body. What she was wearing. The way the dress clung to her curves deliciously…

“Love? How did Morgan go down?” Pepper interrupted your intrusive thoughts and staring.

You blushed and sheepishly replied, “Really well. Right at 8, Ms. Potts.”

Pepper scoffed at your formality, “Please Dear, call me Pepper.” She exclaimed as she joined you on the couch with a sigh.

You both sat in silence.

“Long night?” You spoke out.

Pepper sighed again, “Yea. Sorry for making you stay here so late…”

“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I like being here.” You hummed in response.

You looked up at Pepper who was meeting your gaze.

“Ok well, I guess I better go.” You declared, getting up and walking past Pepper.

But before you could get far, Pepper grabbed your wrist.

“What If… you didn’t leave?” She whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Pepper tugged you closer to her, but you tripped and ended up falling on top of her.

“Shit! Im so sorry…” you immediately apologized.

But all you were met with was a pair of dark, lustful eyes and a smirk on Peppers face.

“I don’t know… I’m ok with this, if you are…” she whispered, grazing her lips against yours.

“Yes…” you immediately murmured, and Pepper immediately closed the gap smashing her lips against yours.

You both moaned into the heated kiss, your hips bucking into Pepper’s lap needily.

Pepper met your bucking with hip thrusts of her own, eliciting more whispers and moans from the both of you.

“Shit, Morgan.” Pepper exclaimed in a hushed tone, “We need to be quiet.”

You nodded eagerly, already getting down to the ground and on your knees.

Pepper muffled a moan at the sight of you and your actions.

You made away with her dress swiftly and spread her legs out for your access.

It was your turn to stifle a moan at how soaked Pepper’s underwear was…

You ripped it off, getting impatient, and immediately attached your tongue to her clit.

Pepper had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure.

It had been ages since she’d felt so good…

You greedily lapped through her folds, not holding back.

Pepper met your tongue fucking with her hips bucking up to meet your tongue.

In a matter of minutes, you could feel her walls fluttering in desperation.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum…!” Pepper cried through her hand muffling her voice, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

At this, you added your thumb to her clit and continued to ravage her pussy.

Pepper did her best to muffle her screams as her orgasmic high crashed through her entire body.

You felt her walls clenched around your tongue desperately, and you lapped up all her juices happily.

By the time you had helped Pepper down from her high, her breathing was erratic and her legs were shaky.

You climbed back into her lap and connected your lips to hers once again.

She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

Pepper than shifted so that she was leaning flat on couch and you were on top of her still connected to her lips.

“Sit on my face?” She breathlessly asked.

Your breath fled you at her words. You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“yes please…” you moaned in a hush tone.

You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, taking your short and underwear off. Pepper was drooling at the sight.

You then carefully swung one leg on the other side of Peppers face, so that you were straddling her.

Before you could do anything else, Pepper was already pulling your body down toward her tongue, which started to graze your soaked folds.

You spasmed from the first lap through your cunt, crying out in pleasure.

“Shhh, love. Try and be quiet for me?” Pepper cooed in between tonguing the entrance to your aching pussy.

You nodded bashfully and needily, bucking your hips into her face instinctually craving more.

“More…” you whimpered.

Pepper smirked and then dove into your throbbing cunt with her tongue.

You rode Peppers face desperately, whimpering and mewling her name and a string of obscenities.

Your hips jerked to meet the pace Pepper was tongue fucking your Tight hole.

“Shit! Im… Im—” You whimpered, losing your coherence.

“Cum for me, love…” Pegger panted in between lapping through your folds.

You followed her words like they were command, and came, riding through your high on her face.

Riding out your high, you collapsed on Pepper completely out of breath with a grin on your face.

Pepper chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” she panted.

You blushed at her confession, “Me too…”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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ACCOUNT STUFF + LINKS :)

Welcome to everyone 18+ if not please leave <3

||MINORS DNI 18+|| Fem!reader || SicFics

Hi welcome to my little sicfic blog. I write fanfic for marvel currently. No smut will ever be written on this blog I am Ace and don’t want to write it. Below I have linked my masterlist I have posted. I don’t really have posting schedual so ... Enjoy :)

FANDOMS + CHARACTERS:

MARVEL (Movies)

Wanda Maximoff (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Natasha Romanoff (romantic, maternal or platonic)

WandaNat (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Pepper Potts (only platonic / maternal vibes so far)

Avengers (only platonic … forever)

Aunt May (only platonic / maternal vibes so far)

A/N Please feel free to request other (female) characters (in the MCU) and i will decide case to case :)

MARVEL (Actors)

Scarlett Johansson (maternal or platonic)

Lizzie Olsen (maternal or platonic)

Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen (platonic)

A/N No romantic relationship dynamics … yet

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS (Netflix Series)

Larissa Weems (platonic or maternal)

Marilyn Thornhill (platonic or maternal)

Enid Sinclair (platonic)

Wednesday Addams (platonic)

Yoko Tanaka (platonic)

A/N Reader is 18+ for all dynamics

STAR TREK (The Next Generation)

Deanna Troi (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Beverly Crusher (romantic, maternal or platonic)

A/N I may be a little picky on what I’ll write when it comes to romantic relationships with them.

STATUS:

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

TOTAL FIC COUNT: 106

FICS - WEDNESDAY: 38

FICS - MARVEL: 61

FICS - MARVEL CAST: 4

FICS - STAR TREK: 3

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 279.6K

2023 - 202.8K

2024 - 79.6K

A/N This is often updated with each fic i write / post

LINKS:

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marvel-snape-writes · 1 year ago

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New Tony x Pepper smutty one shot!

Can’t Just Expect Sex…

18+ smut

The latch on the door had barely slotted back into place by the time Tony’s hands were upon her hips, holding her against him from behind.

“Are you looking for something, Mr Stark?” She asked, willingly staying where she was with his hands still against her.

“Found it.” He dipped his head forward to whisper into her ear.

“Oh, ‘it’?” Pepper scoffed, trying her best not to instantly fall to the mercy of his hands trailing down her sides and his lips planting light kisses down the side of her neck.

“Mhmm…” He mumbled, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue against the crook of her neck, “Sorry, baby, I mean you…”

“It’s okay,” Pepper smirked, faintly brushing against the crotch of his pants when he drew her in closer to him, “I’ve found ‘it’, too…”

“Do you wanna… do that again just to make sure?” Tony whispered into her ear; his lips parting to allow a moan to escape directly into it when she pressed against him a little harder this time.

“Like that?” Pepper asked, biting her lip to try and hide her grin as her nails soothingly traced back and forth against his forearms while they remained wrapped around her body.

“Do I have to get on my knees and beg you to turn around and kiss me?” He almost huffed out his question, his lips immediately returning to her neck as he waited for her response.

“Tony, you are my boss…” Pepper swallowed hard, tilting her head to the opposite side, “You ask me to do as you see—“ Her words were cut off by him spinning her around, smacking their lips together desperately as she mumble against his lips, “—fit.”

“I’ll tell you what I see fit, Miss Potts…” Tony breathed against her lips, “This little situation we’ve got going on… it seems to be a bit more of a regular occurrence.”

Pepper purposely ignored his comment and wrapped her arms around his neck, showing him that she was just as into this spontaneous visit to her office as he was. Their lips met over and over, and her fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling her breath hitch when their tongues touched. Tony’s hands roamed from her hips to her bottom and then back, trying to bring their bodies as close together as possible.

“Fuck, what is it, hm?” Tony spoke in a shaky tone, the fire in his belly rising higher with each kiss, “It’s forgivable as a one off, sort of okay to happen a couple more times, but… this thing…”

“You are making ‘this thing’ up, Mr. Stark,” Pepper trailed her hands down the front of his body, feeling him shiver from her touch, “The truth is, you are my boss and I am just one of your members of staff,” Her hand cupped his crotch, lightly pressing her palm against it and trying her best not to smirk when Tony’s lips immediately parted against hers, the kisses now getting clumsy, “And I shouldn’t be allowing you to take advantage of me like this… time and time again.” She massaged her hand against the front of his pants each time she emphasised a word.

“Shit, I love it when you play like this with me, Pep…” Tony’s voice was husky, his hands now trembling against her waist.

Their lips smacked together even harder, both of them clearly showing how they wanted each other just as badly. Pepper’s hands continued to massage against the crotch of his pants as he moaned breathlessly against her lips in between each kiss, feeling his cock straining against the material more and more.

“We’ve got to stop doing this…” She spoke against his lips, now purposely playing with his belt.

“A-Absolutely…” Tony nodded weakly, trying to brush his hips further forward.

“If anyone catches us like this, they’ll assume that’s how I worked my way up in your little world.” She nipped at his lips as she managed to get his belt unbuckled, “Fooling around with the boss… doesn’t sound good, does it?”

“N-No…” Tony swallowed hard, now kissing her lips more desperately than ever.

“You can’t just come in here and expect sex.” She whispered in a teasingly seductive tone, pulling the zip of his pants down and slipping her hand inside.

“No, a-absolutely not…” Tony shook his head unconvincingly, almost feeling his knees buckle from the merciless way she teased his cock from over his boxers, “Wh-Why don’t we not have sex right on this desk?” Tony spoke uneasily, attempting to gain enough strength to lift her onto it.

“Mmmh… and we both know I wear this outfit combination out of fashion choice and not because there’s less time I have to wait when you get in here…” Pepper smirked against his lips when she felt his hands rushing under her dress to grasp at her underwear.

“Precisely that.” Tony nodded quickly and tore her underwear from her, tossing it carelessly to the side before hitching her dress up a little more.

“And this has to stop happening…” She moaned out her words as their kisses became more intense, not even believing her own words as she played with the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm, yep, last time…” Tony inhaled sharply when he felt her twang the waistband back against his hips, trying to pull her closer to the edge of the desk, “Your fucking teasing has to stop happening, too…”

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Stark…” She grinned and gripped onto the openings of his pants as they remained hung open, pulling him even closer to her as their lips remained attached.

“I– I just fucking need you one more time.” He panted against her lips, pushing her legs a little further apart as he stepped further between them.

“All yours, Mr Stark.” She whispered lowly, pushing his trousers and boxers down past his hips in one motion.

“Fuck, c’mere, darlin’…” Tony hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her up a little as he swiftly thrust his hips forward, hissing through his clenched teeth before claiming her lips once more.

“T-Tony!” Pepper gasped against his lips, her fingers weakly grasping onto his hair as he slid into her completely.

“Shh, shh…” Tony lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek, slowly starting to move his hips in a rhythm, “Eventually you’ll get used to the size of it.”

“Eventually?” Pepper pulled at his bottom lip, “I thought we said this would be the last time, hm?”

“Y-Yeah… That's what I said.” Tony mumbled against her lips.

“Better make it worth my time, then…” She smirked, pulling back just briefly to gaze into his heavy eyes.

Tony’s lips parted but he failed to even have a response to her last comment, only tightening his grip on her thighs as she hooked them around him. Their moans synchronised with their movements and Tony leaned her back a little more onto the desk so he could hover further over her, wincing quietly against her lips when he felt her nails digging into his shoulders. His hands moved from her thighs and instead he placed them flat on the desk at either side of her, trying to steady himself as much as possible while his hips drove forward.

“Who knew the boss fucks so good…” Pepper breathed against his lips, her hands almost slipping off him from the speed of his movements.

“Just you…” Tony grunted, “…and the rest.”

“Sleezy bastard.” Pepper moaned, struggling to hook her legs around him as they moaned together.

“You fucking love it, sweetheart.” Tony spoke lowly, the brief conversation alone making each of his thrusts harder.

“No comment, sir.” Pepper bit down on his bottom lip harshly and pulled it out a little, making Tony gasp loudly.

Tony ragged his lip out from between her teeth and placed a bruising kiss to her lips as he gripped onto her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the desk again and standing himself up properly. In unison, his hands clamped onto her and he threw his head back in pleasure, relentlessly pounding his hips forward. Pepper scratched the desk with her nails as she desperately searched for something to grasp onto to stop herself from being catapulted off the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Y-You…” Was all that Tony managed to get out as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his trembling hands almost starting to lose their grip on her as the pool of warmth in his stomach began to fill.

“T-Tony, you’re going to…” Pepper gasped out her words, squeezing her legs around him, “F-Fuck, pl…please don’t stop, Mr Stark!” Her voice trembled, her fingertips turning white from how tightly she was now trying to hold onto the desk.

“Shit, Pep…” Tony moaned, his mouth wide open and jaw clenching with each pulse of pleasure shooting through him, “Cum for your boss, baby.”

“Mmh… Mr Stark!” Pepper cried out, her back arching off the table and her sweaty hands losing their grip on the table.

“Come here,” Tony opened his heavy eyes and moved his hands to support her upper body, helping her sit up as his hips mercilessly thudded back and forth, each of them now moaning continuously as their bodies were brought closer to one another again, “That’s it, baby. Is that better?” He spoke huskily against her lips before kissing them.

“Ah-!” She inhaled sharply, kissing him back quickly and throwing her arms around him before hiding her face against his neck as she gave herself over to him completely, unable to hold back her climax for even a moment longer, “T-Tony! Fucking… fuck!”

“Oh, baby, y-you’re gonna fucking kill me…” Tony groaned out his words when he felt her tighten around him, his cock now throbbing madly as his own climax drew closer and closer.

His arms remained wrapped around her in an attempt at keeping them both upright as his knees began to buckle beneath him from the ecstasy that was rushing through him. Pepper’s moans and sharp breaths against his neck were all that it took to push him over the edge completely — mainly the arrogant knowing that he had caused them — and digging her heels into his bottom to try and push his hips harder against hers while she rode out her own orgasm.

“G-Goddamn you, Pepper fucking Potts…” He spoke breathlessly as his release spilled out of him with each harsh twitch of his cock, “How dare you know my cock better than I do.”

“Yeah?” Pepper smirked, lifting her head to press a rough kiss to his lips in between his moans, “Probably has something to do with the amount of times this keeps occurring.” Her arms snaked around his neck to bring the top half of him closer to her again, touching the tip of her tongue to his while his lips remained parted.

“Mm…” Tony grunted, clumsily kissing her back as his hips showed no sign in slowing until he had released every last drop of pent up pleasure since the last time they had met, “Fuck.”

His body trembled as the pleasure swept back and forth over him, breathing heavily against Pepper’s lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. His hips gradually came to a stop, but he didn't want to stop being so close to her. Their lips met several times in between trying to catch their breath until their heavy eyes opened and they looked at each other, pausing briefly before letting out a content laugh, their sweaty foreheads touching.

“I’m just gonna put it out there…” Tony lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek within it, “And say that I would not be mad about that happening again.”

“Stop it.” Pepper giggled, playfully swatting his side.

“Correct me if I am wrong, Miss Potts, but I seem to remember you specifically telling me not to stop just a few minutes ago.” He pecked her lips, stepping back slightly and fastening his trousers back up, winking, “Hm?”

“Shh…” Pepper bit her lip while trying to hide her grin, pushing her dress back down over her hips as she hopped off the desk.

“What was that?” Tony teased, sitting down in the desk chair and patting either of his thighs as he gazed up at her, “Come a little closer, my old ears are going.”

Pepper rolled her eyes playfully and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he hooked one around her waist. Tony tilted his head up and pursed his bruised lips, grinning when he felt hers against his.

“You were saying?” He spoke with a happy sigh, smiling sweetly once they pulled away.

“If people had their suspicions about us before, I think they've definitely been confirmed now after that wall-rattling experience.” Pepper smirked, pushing his hair off his sticky forehead.

“Would it be so bad if people find out I'm your little secret?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I am your little secret!” Pepper scoffed playfully, lightly pulling a strand of his hair and grinned, leaning in to kiss him again before both of them gasped as the office door opened.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” The member of staff widened their eyes as they realised exactly who’s lap Pepper was sat on, “I— I didn't mean to… interrupt, Mr Stark, Miss Potts.”

“There’s no need to apologise,” Tony smiled confidently, placing his hand gently on Pepper’s knee as he tried to speak without laughing as he put a twist on her own words from before, “I keep telling Miss Potts that she just cannot expect sex every time I come in here, but she’s having none of it.”

“Tony!” Pepper gasped, playfully pulling at his hair again.

“I… will see you when you are… done.” The member of staff spoke quickly, turning around and shutting the door.

“I don't want any more secrets, Pep.” Tony immediately spoke with a straight face.

“Any more… what?” Pepper squinted her eyes in confusion, “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“That's the thing,” Tony cleared his throat, “We have no secrets from each other, but we hide this from everyone else. I want to know what it takes to be yours. I mean truly yours.”

“Stop…” Pepper felt herself blush, hiding her face against his neck, “I cannot fall for the man that puts his life on the line more and more every time I turn around.”

“Hey, look at me,” Tony gently tilted her chin up with his finger, “I promise you this, Pepper Potts; your life will always matter more to me than my own.”

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CHAPTER 29: "A stranger in a strange land"

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A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE CHAPTER 29! it toook me a loooot longer but I hope you guys like it.

Pairing: Not really a pairing here. But Tony, Steve and Natasha are in this chapter...

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2k+ words

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My legs moved faster than my brain could process. Hugh’s grip on my wrist was tight as he pulled me forward. “Hugh!” I was out of breath. “Where are we going?” I squeaked. My lungs felt like they were burning. How is that possible? You’re a superhuman? The voice in the back of my head kept repeating.

“You wanted answers, right?” he asked, he had a big smile on his face. For the short time I've known him, I’ve never seen him so pleased.

“Yes, I do. But I can't breathe. Please slow down” He slowed down but didn’t let go of my wrist. This might be some leftover symptom from when I was kidnapped. And you know died for a week, the voice in my head chimed.

“My apologies,” he said. “But, we’re almost there” The only thing coming from me was a whistling sound. It felt like both of my lungs were collapsed. It was the same feeling I had during elementary school in P.E. I was never the best runner, my lungs would always give out halfway through class. I’d have to go to the nurse and she would call my dad. Which would mean that that same day, I'd get a beating I would never forget. He always wanted a boy, right?

We walked into a library. Closets full of books. If I wasn’t fighting for my life, I would’ve stopped and checked out as many books as I possibly could. I remember Tony teasing me about the amount of books I’d buy. However, he never knew the reason. For most of my life, I was alone and didn’t have anything else to do. I barely had any friends, so all I had was books. It wasn’t until I met Howard that I started gaining friends.

I looked around and found an empty chair and sat down. I placed my hand over my chest, finally being able to catch my breath. Hugh looked genuinely worried. “Are you alright, Your Highness?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Just short of breath. I still haven’t fully recovered, I think” I reassured him. He looked at me, still unsure. I shook my head again. “We’re here for answers, right?” I took one deep breath and leaned back in the big chair. Hugh nodded. “Well then” I nudged. “Show me” Hugh smiled and ran off to get whatever. He looked like a kid in a candy store.

After a few minutes, he returned. A bunch of books in his arms. He dropped them on the table loudly, I jumped up, and Hugh shifted on his feet, like a child high on sugar. “I got all the books I could find on Avelora and its history” he took a deep breath and beamed proudly, a smile from ear to ear.

I smiled through the pain. My head was pounding. “Let’s take a look, shall we?” he smiled and nodded but still looked around, unsure, like someone would tell him or something. I tried to reassure him again. “Nothing is going to happen,” I said. However, I wasn't sure about that statement either. He shifted on his feet. “You know,” I sighed. “I could tell everyone to leave. I can do that now” I joked, however, he didn’t get it.

“No,” he said, panic in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

“Hugh, that was a joke”

“Oh,” he sighed. “That’s funny” he lied. His face was dead serious. I just sat back looking at him, still amused. I grabbed a book and started reading.

“Brother Anslem who stumbled upon the town in the year 764. He described it as a place of unparalleled beauty with crystal forests teeming with life” I quoted in my best voice. But for some reason, it didn’t make any sense and didn’t feel right.

I touched the paper and it felt too new. I pushed this one aside and grabbed another one. This book said and looked the same. I could feel my anger boiling up. He sensed my anger and looked up. He had an equally confused look on his face. “This is either a new edition or someone is lying” Hugh nodded in agreement.

“This is not the book I read as a child” Hugh looked sad and it fueled my anger. I stood up and the chair behind me made a loud scraping sound against the tiles. I grabbed all the books on the table.

“What’s the lady’s name at the front desk?”

“Ehm, Anya, I think” I pulled the books close to my chest and ran up to the front desk. When I stood in front of the desk, the woman didn’t look up. I stood there for a few seconds, hoping she’d say something.

“All returned books must be put back on the cart” The words came out rehearsed and stern. I still stared at her for a few minutes until I got tired and threw them on the table. The woman jumped up. She looked up angry and she was about to scold me but that was until she saw who was standing in front of her.

“Oh,” she sighed and stood up quickly. “Your royal highness” she bowed her head, in shock. I rolled my eyes. I hated this.

“Yeah, please beat the formalities Anya” I could hear her swallow loudly

“H-How’d you know my name?” she stammered.

“I can read minds” I joked but quickly moved my attention back to the books. “These books,” I said. “They’re not real. Someone is lying to me” I put my finger on the books.

She frowned at me. “What do you mean, your highness?” Anya asked. I sighed and opened the book and flipped through them. From cover, to cover. The wrapping on the covers was coming loose, revealing a different book. Anya’s breath hitched. “Oh, dear, you’re right” She grabbed books in her hands and looked them over. “ I have stocked these books over a hundred times” She shook her head in disbelief.

I started to calm down, however, when I saw that they were all as much in the dark as I was. I gave her an apologetic look. “I am sorry for treating you like this,” I said.

“It’s alright,” she waved it away once she put the books back down on her desk. This wasn’t alright. I was letting my emotions cloud my judgment. I was never rude to people. This is anger I have never felt like this ever. Even through all the abuse I’ve suffered.

“Your Highness, what books are you exactly looking for?” she asked sweetly, pulling me out of my ongoing thoughts.

“I am looking for books about the history of Avelora,” I said “and maybe while we’re looking, a family tree?” I asked quietly, hoping I wouldn’t summon my father for mentioning the word family.

Anya smiled sweetly. She grabbed a bunch of keys. They were hanging on a black keychain. Anya motioned for me to follow her. I looked over my shoulder quickly and saw Hugh walking behind me, doing his job perfectly. Hugh’s armor made a loud sound every time he moved his legs. It was such a stark contrast with the design and look of the modern city. This armor looked about a thousand years old but the city, on the other hand, looked like it had been built recently.

We reached a hidden door in the library. The paint was peeling off the door and it looked like it hadn’t been used in a very long time. Anya put the key in the door, but it took her a while before it opened. The door flung open, blowing dust into our faces. It flew up my nose, making me sneeze.

“Bless you” A deep voice echoed behind us. The three of us turned around, with wide eyes. When we turned, my father was standing behind us, his arms folded behind his back. I truly expected him to have an angry look on his face but he rather looked amused. “What are you kids up to?” He raised an eyebrow.

Anya and Hugh were standing next to each other, their eyes almost as big as marbles. “Your majesty,” they said in unison as they both bowed their heads. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“I mean after 200 years that must get a bit boring right?” I quipped. Ahmed laughed loudly, grabbing his chest. The sound of his laugh caught me off guard, yet it sounded so familiar. Like I'd been hearing it my whole life. I felt so nostalgic, I almost felt tears prickling in my eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping it would help to keep my composure.

“It did bother me for like the first 150 years” he joked back, making me laugh in return. It wasn’t my intention to laugh, but my brains were so scrambled with these emotions. I couldn’t control myself.

Our banter almost distracted me from what we were doing but my father pointed at the door, hoping I’d answer his question. I didn't see any reason why I should start lying now. “I just want to know about my family,” I said, my voice soft. His shoulders fell. It was quiet for a while. I could see him think.

“What is so bad that you can't tell me?” I asked. This was my last resort. He shifted on his feet. He was holding his scepter again. Ahmed had trouble walking and that staff was the only thing keeping him stable.

It was quiet again and at this point, everyone was staring at us. I didn't mean to cause a scene nor did I want to undermine his authority. After all, this was his land and his people. But I deserved answers and I was going to get them one way or another. Ahmed’s face contorted like he was fighting someone in his head.

“Hold this” After a while, he turned to one of his guards and gave her his scepter. She quickly bowed her head and grabbed the staff. Then he looked at me and stuck out his arm. “Let’s go take a walk,” he stated. I looked back at Anya and Hugh who nodded at me to take the opportunity. “There are some people I’d like you to meet,” he said, his arm still pointing at me. I stepped forward and let him hook his arm into mine so that he could lean on me.

He dismissed everyone except for the woman who was holding his scepter and Hugh. Both of them were standing behind us, scouting the area for possible threats. “What’s wrong with your leg?” I asked.

“I have no idea,” he said. I looked at him for a second, squinting my eyes.

“Do I want to know what happened?” I asked again. Ahmed smiled and shook his head. I laughed. “Alright,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Can you at least tell me where we are going?” We kept walking, people opening doors for us and bowing their heads. He avoided my question and kept walking silently.

Tony.

*Three weeks earlier*

Everyone in the room went silent. Natasha looked at me, with big eyes. Like it was some outrageous request. “Tony” Natasha sighed. “Shield put her into hiding for a reason” she turned towards me, a hand leaning on the desk. The other hand was holding a tablet that was controlling the big screen.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “I know,” I sighed. “But she might be the only one who might be able to help,” I said. “You know, since she’s her aunt and all that” Natasha pulled the tablet closer to her chest.

Ever since Ransom appeared 13 years ago, a lot has happened. Not through any fault of her own. Natasha shook her head. “Tony, I really can’t. Fury went to great lengths to keep her safe” Natasha looked at Steve, hoping that he’d have her back, but he didn’t. He shook his shoulders in response. She scoffed.

“Come on, Rogers, you can’t be serious,” she said, surprised by the fact that Steve was willing to defy Fury's orders.

“If the aunt is the answer to stopping these-” he thought for a minute and pointed to the screen. “Scumbags” of course, pointing at Malick and Killian. He looked proud of himself when he found the right words. “Then that’s what we have to do” I looked back and forth between him and Natasha.

Steve grabbed his belt, confidently, his shoulders broad. The righteousness was bursting out of him. Natasha was having an internal conflict with herself. Was she willing to cross her boss and the only man that ever believed in her? I wasn’t so sure anymore.

I looked back up at Steve, hoping he’d find the right words to tell her. “And if you don’t do it for him, then do it for Ransom,” He said. That seemed to help.

“Alright, fine!” she spits. “I’ll take you there” I smiled and hugged her. She stiffened in my grip as she didn’t see it coming. I quickly let her go.

“Sorry,” I pulled her back and patted her shoulders.

“You’ll have to leave all your electronics,” she says, plucking my hands from her shoulders.

“Of course, whatever you want” I raised my hands happily. The happiness is almost feeling foreign. Nat smiled at me, softly and touched my shoulder as she walked past.

“I’ll go get the zephyr ready,” she said, walking out of the room.

Only Steve, Pepper, and I were left. I turned to the screen, Killians’ picture plaguing me. The happy feeling immediately disappears. However, Steve noticed and stood next to me quietly. His hand folded behind his back. It seemed like his default pose.

In the meantime, Pepper excused herself. Her heels clicked in the distance.

It was silent for a while. I had my hands in my pockets. “I miss her” Steve turned his head, somewhat surprised that I was confiding in him.

“I miss her too,” he said. I nodded and didn’t say anything for a minute, I didn’t know how else to continue this conversation. It was quiet again until his phone started to beep. I guess he was needed back in D.C. “Good luck, finding your answers,” he said. He patted my back. “If you need me, call this number.” he slipped a piece of paper and walked out.

Steve was making his way to the door. “Hey,” I said and turned around. Steve stopped in his tracks, blocking the doorway. “Take good care of Pepper. She deserves all the love” Steve chuckled.

“I’ll do all I can to keep her happy and safe,” He said before he left.

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