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Y/N: Can I go to the movies tonight?
Logan: Bub, I'm not your dad, you can do whatever the hell you want.
Y/N:
Y/N: Okay-
Logan: Be home by ten, don't talk to strangers, and remember to look both ways before crossing the road.
Y/N:
Logan: Here, ten bucks for popcorn.
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You Were My Sunshine
Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.
Word Count: 3K
A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.
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âHave a good day.â Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.
You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.
âSo, weâre really just accepting this?â Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and heâs sure you canât hear him.
âYes, Buck.â Steve says firmly.
âBut-â Buckyâs protests are cut off by Tony.
âSheâs entitled to her privacy.â He says firmly. âJust let it go, Frosty.â
Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.
Youâve always been an open person, youâre always there for everybody that needs you and youâre not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.
Your life is an open book.
Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.
You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you donât use credit cards anywhere.Â
Itâs like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.
At least thatâs how the team sees it.Â
Theyâve all tried to figure out where you go, but thatâs the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:
Donât worry about it.
After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it.Â
Everyone except Bucky.
Itâs not like youâre that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.
Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.
Thatâs why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.
He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldnât follow you, that youâre allowed to have your secrets. But he canât help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane.Â
He just needs you. to know.
So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, itâs one of his favorite places to visit when heâs in the city.
He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like youâre looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.
You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. âHarry Potter and the Half-blood Princeâ, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because heâs talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Buckyâs favorites.
You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.
Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky youâre too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.
He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.
Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you canât really see him unless you were really looking for him. But youâre so engrossed in reading that Buckyâs sure he could sit next to you and you wouldnât even realize it.
He knows you get like that when youâre reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times youâve read them already.
Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.
Itâs actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?
But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something youâd done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when youâre so into the words youâre reading.
So why do it in secret?
After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the bookâs trance and gather your things before getting up.
Bucky frowns when you donât get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Buckyâs never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you canât see him.
He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. Itâs clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like youâre pretty close to them even though heâs never even heard you mention this place before. When youâre done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesnât want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.
After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and heâs surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.
Itâs clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.
So why donât the Avengers?Â
You looked so comfortable with all the people youâve met today, Bucky canât help but think that maybe you donât feel like you belong on the team.
You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.
He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.
He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.
âHi, momâŚâ You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Buckyâs sure itâs a forced smile. âHappy birthday.â
You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadnât eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.
âSoâŚâ You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.
A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.
Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.
You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.
âSo, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.â You say with a small smile. âItâs our favorite, hadnât read it in a while.â
Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.
âIt took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.â You say with a small chuckle. âItâs like 400 pages in, donât judge me.âÂ
Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He canât help but find you adorable.
âIt is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.â You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. âThatâs what you told me when I was scared of the darkâŚâ You say quietly with a smile.
âAnd thatâs what you told me before youâŚâ You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.
That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.
Heâs more than surprised that he didnât know your mother died, and heâs pretty sure the rest of the team doesnât know either.
Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.
But Buckyâs even more surprised to see you breaking down, something youâve never done before. Youâre cheery, youâre bubbly, youâre everyoneâs little ray of sunshine.
And it breaks Buckyâs heart to know youâve been falling apart when youâre by yourself all these years.
âIâm sorry I only come here once a year, I justâŚâ You start, so quietly that Buckyâs glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. âI miss you so much and I canât⌠I canât bear this.â
He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you canât stop crying.
âIâm trying to be the person you lovedâŚâ You say after a moment of silence. âYour little ray of sunshine.â You chuckle softly through the tears.
It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. Itâs how youâve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you donât want anyone else to feel that way.
You are my sunshine
Buckyâs thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing.Â
My only sunshine
Bucky knows this song. Itâs a lullaby that heâs heard you sing once before.
Clintâs family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.
You probably didnât realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and itâs not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clintâs room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.
You make me happy, when skies are grayÂ
You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little.Â
Youâll never know, dear, how much I love you
Bucky can see youâre having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.
Please donât take⌠My sunshine⌠Away
Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.
Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these.Â
Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...
Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. âHeyâŚâ He says quietly.
His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.
Bucky didnât expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.
âGoddammit, Bucky!â You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.
For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.
âDid you fucking follow me?!â Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.
âIâŚâ Bucky doesnât know what to say. He knows heâs in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. âIâm sorry, I didnât-â
âYou didnât what?!â You snap at him. âYou didnât understand what the meaning of privacy is?!â
Bucky doesnât know what to say, heâs never seen you this angry at anyone thatâs not an enemy and surely never at him.
âIâm sorry, okay?â He says quickly. âIâm sorry, I was just curious, I didnât think this would be it, I thoughtâŚâ
âYou thought what?â You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.
âI thought maybe you were a supervillainâŚâ He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. âOr a stripper.â
His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand heâs just joking before you actually punch him in the face.
Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.
âI really am sorryâŚâ He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. âI know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didnât plan on bothering you at all, which doesnât make what I did better,â He quickly adds when he sees youâre about to say something.
âBut when I saw you crying, I just⌠I couldnât help myself.â He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. âYouâre always there for everybody, I donât think itâs fair that you donât let anybody be there for you.â
You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know heâs right, you donât let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.
But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...
So you let him.
You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.
âShe died when I was 14.â You say quietly. âI only had her, so I was on my own after thatâŚâ
Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.
âA few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressedâŚâ You have a faint smile at the memory although itâs clear youâre about to cry again. âThey offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I donât know⌠I wasnât alone anymore.â
You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering.Â
âDollâŚâ He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. âItâs okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.â
His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way heâs looking at you so lovingly, itâs all too much for you and canât hold back your tears anymore.
With a broken sob, you bury your face in Buckyâs chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.
In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes itâs not like you donât feel like you belong with the Avengers.
This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because youâve always had to.
And heâll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.
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Remnants of Regret | Tony Stark x Son! Reader
Summary: All Y/n ever wanted was his fatherâs love. Was that too much to ask?
Y/n sat on the floor in his bedroom, legs crossed, focusing intently on the canvas propped up before him. With a charcoal stick in his hand, Y/n carefully sketched the outline of a cityscape, his e/c eyes narrowed in concentration. His room permeated with the soft scratching of charcoal on canvas, a melody in the air.
Once Y/n finished the final touches and scooted back to examine his piece. One simple word crossed his mind: beautiful.
Since childhood, Y/n has loved drawing, sketching, and painting. He started with simple subjects like trees, flowers, and stars, then progressed to more complex images like people's faces and vehicles. He loved it so much that he pursued an art degree in college, unable to imagine a life not surrounded by art of some kind.
Furthermore, art allowed him to express emotions that words couldn't convey by providing an escape from the chaos of everyday life. It was just him, his brush, and the many possibilities on a canvas.
However, Y/n sometimes wondered if choosing art as his passion was a good idea since his father, Tony Stark, did not seem to appreciate his artistic abilities. Instead, he shifted the appreciation that he should have for Y/n to someone else.
Peter Parker.
See, Y/n Stark is the type of guy who preferred music and painting to building suits and technology that Tony loved so much, which only seemed to widen the gap between father and son. Tony didnât seem to have much time for his son but made sure to have lots of time for Peter, who shared Tony's love for technology.
Y/n couldnât help but feel jealous as he watched his dad always dote on Peter, offering him opportunities and praise that Y/n craved. But he seemed to have little time or patience for his artistic son.
He placed his finished piece on his desk and started putting away his sketching utensils. Just then, he heard a knock on his open door and turned around to see that Steve was standing in the doorway. Y/n smiled when he saw Steve. Besides Tony, Steve was his favorite Avenger. He sometimes acted more of a parent than the one currently in his life and the guys both bonded over their love for drawing.
"Hey, Steve. How was the mission?"
"Tiring. Dealing with rogue mutants can certainly take a toll on me," Steve replied, his eyes suddenly drifting to Y/n's newly crafted sketch, "Nice drawing Y/n. Is this for your end-of-semester art project?"
Y/n nodded his head in confirmation. "Yes, my professor wanted the class to draw something that represents our unique perspective on the world."
"And what perspective is that?"
Y/n paused to think about that question. "I guess... It's my view of the world as an artist. The world is full of life and energy, but there's also darkness and shadows. It's a reminder that beauty and struggles coexist. Nothing can ever change that."
Steve nodded, tracing the bold lines and subtle shading. "Thatâs an interesting yet accurate perspective. I am proud of you. Youâre going to do great things one day."
A small smile appeared on Y/nâs face. He may not have gotten his dadâs praise, but he was happy that someone praised his artistic abilities and told him that he was proud of him. It warmed his heart.
"Thank you. That means a lot to me."
"Youâre welcome. By the way, weâre having a group dinner tonight. Weâll be having lasagna, so bring your appetite."
Y/n grinned. He loved the soldier's cooking, especially when it was a dinner meal. It was so much better than eating takeout. "Oh, I'll be there, and y'all better hope that it all doesnât get eaten by me."
Steve laughed before pivoting on his heel and leaving. Y/n watched as the soldier's retreating figure disappeared down the hall before turning back to his sketch, contentment washing over him.
As Y/n admired his work, his thoughts drifted back to his father. He knew that Tony loved him in his own way, but their relationship had always been strained. Tonyâs focus on technology and his busy lifestyle, along with mentoring Peter, left little room for the two to hang out or for Tony to understand Y/n's passion for art.
But now, Y/n was determined to fix their relationship. After all, he lost his mother over a decade ago, and his father was the only blood family that he had left. He didnât want their relationship to continue to be strained, and if Tony could make room for Peter in his life, then he could make some room for his biological son.
With that thought in mind, the e/c-eyed male headed to the private elevator that would take him to Tonyâs workshop. And as he rounded the corner, he bumped into Rhodey, whom Y/n often looked up to as well. They greeted each other with their signature handshake that was only made for them two before Rhodey took off, explaining that he had a meeting to attend with a council member, and Y/n continued his journey to the workshop.
When he arrived at Tony's workshop, he saw his father standing next to his work bench, typing on his phone. Behind Tony, there was his Iron Man suit, opened up. Y/n figured that he just stepped out of it.
"Hey, Dad." Y/n greeted politely, crossing the room to give Tony a one-armed hug.
Surprisingly, Y/n's father did reciprocate the hug but didnât even bother to look up at his son when he greeted him. He just kept his brown eyes glued to the phone in his hand. "Y/n. How was your day?"
"It was good. Classes were pretty light today, and I mostly just worked on my end-of-the-semester project for art class." Y/n explained, hoping that Tony would ask him more follow-up questions, such as what piece Y/n decided to draw or if he could see the work for himself. However, all Tony gave was a curt nod, still typing on that phone of his. So, Y/n cleared his throat and switched topics: "Dad, do you want to hang out this Saturday? Thereâs this art showing at the museum, andâ"
"An art showing?" Tony finally looked up from his phone, his eyes flicking briefly to his sonâs face before returning to the screen. "Sorry, kid, but I have meetings this Saturday. Besides, Iâd rather watch paint dry than look at old paintings. You know that Iâm more of a technology and engineering kind of guy than an art one."
Y/n's shoulders drooped, and he tried to hide the disappointment he felt. "Yeah, I know. I just thought maybe youâd want to spend some time together. Itâs been a minute since we did something like that."
Tony seemed oblivious to Y/n's reaction, continuing to tap away at his phone. "Well, weâve been busy. You're busy with college, and I'm busy with SI and saving the world, two full-time jobs for me," he put his phone down on the desk, finally giving Y/n his full attention. "But youâre right, we havenât hung out in a long time. How about we go see that new Outlast movie thatâs coming out next weekend?"
Y/n nodded, a small smile coming onto his face. Even though it wasnât what he wanted to do, he was just happy to have some father-son time with his dad. And more importantly, it was without Peter.
"That sounds good to me. I canât wait."
Y/n turned around and prepared to leave the room, excitement fluttering in his chest, just as Tony got a phone call from Peter. Y/n stood there for a moment and listened to how Tony asked Peter when he would be coming over and that Tony cleared the rest of his schedule today to help Peter with his last semester project.
The h/c-haired son frowned, feeling the excitement he felt a couple seconds ago disappear and the raw disappointment return. So, Tony can clear his schedule for Peter and make time for him, but he can't make time for his biological son?
It was ridiculous.
But Y/n had to remind himself that it was okay. Peter could have that time with his father all he wanted to today because next weekend, the two Starks would be spending some time together.
Feeling satisfied, Y/n left the workshop and returned to his room. It turned out that he had two things to look forward to: lasagna and the movies next week.
He couldnât wait.
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The days passed slowly, but finally, the long-awaited Saturday finally arrived. It was the day of the planned outing with Y/n and his father, a day Y/n had been looking forward to. He hoped this would be a turning point in their relationship, a chance to bridge the gap that seemed to widen between them every passing day.
Now, he was getting ready in his room, choosing a casual outfit of jeans and a T-shirt. He knew that, even though it was April, the weather was rather cool with it being sixty-five degrees outside. That made him add a blue jacket to his outfit.
After checking himself out in the mirror, he walked down the hall to the common area, where Tony had told him to meet. As he walked down the hall, he hoped that the horror movie they were going to see would be good. The trailer did look promising but they can also be deceitful.
Y/n rounded the corner and entered the common area, where the Avengers were watching a movie and enjoying a spread of pizzas, popcorn, nachos, and cheese fries. Thor was the only one who wasnât here since he went to Asgard for a few days. He noticed they were watching the first "Back to the Future," a classic Steve had promised to watch at the next team movie night after Y/n discovered that he had never seen that movie series before.
Guess he finally listened, Y/n thought as he looked around the room and noticed something that he had failed to notice.
His dad was nowhere to be found.
"Hey, has anyone seen my dad?" Y/n asked, looking over the team of heroes.
"Yeah, he left. You just missed him too." Clint answered, his fingers reaching into the popcorn bowl that was in his lap and shoving some popcorn into his mouth.
Y/n frowned. What? "Left? Left where?"
"He said that he was taking Peter to the science fair." Steve munched on a pizza.
The college student's heart sank and his shoulders sagged, feeling disappointed. So, his father had forgotten about their plans. Again. And it was for Peter. Again.
"Oh," was all Y/n could manage to utter. He knew that he should be used to this, but it still stung every time it happened.
Natasha, sensing the disappointment in Y/n's timbre, glanced over at him. "You didn't know he was going out with Peter."
That was a statement, not a question. Natasha had always been perceptive.
"No, no, I did," Y/n backpedaled, forcing a grin. He didn't understand why he was protecting his father, but he just wanted this conversation to end. "I just forgot, but you telling me made me remember."
Y/n knew he was a terrible liar, and he didn't sound convincing. He knew they didn't believe him, considering Steve's frown, Bruce's concerned look, and the looks shared between Clint and Natasha.
Bruce grabbed the remote and paused the movie. "Look, why don't you join us, Y/n? You can finish the movie with us."
"Yeah, come on, Y/n!" Sam piped up. "We've got plenty of food, and we were just about to start a game of charades."
Y/n glanced at the team of superheroes. While he appreciated their invitation, he had been looking forward to spending time with his dad, so he shook his head but still kept the forced smile on his features. "Thank you guys, but I think I'll just head back to my room. Next time."
The h/c-haired male turned around and left the main area, frustration nagging at his insides. When he got to his room, he flopped down on his bed, back pressed against it as he stared up at the ceiling.
He didnât understand.
Why did Tony continue to treat him as an afterthought? And what the hell was so damn special about Peter? Why did he always have to be the recipient of his fatherâs love? He couldnât help but feel like he was always playing second fiddle to the guy who was two years younger than him. It was ridiculous to be jealous of someone younger than him, but Y/n couldnât help himself. It hurt so much that his father favored Peter over him.
Y/n pulled out his phone, intending to call his dad when he got a notification from Instagram that his dad had posted a pic. He clicked on it and found himself staring at an image of his dad with Peter.
The caption read: Peter will take over my company someday. #prouddadmoment.
Proud dad moment...?
Peter wasnât even his actual son and Y/n couldnât stand the way his dad looked at Peter with such praise. What can I do to make him look at me like that one time?
And before Y/n knew it, his cheeks were pelted with water, and he just realized at that moment that he was crying. The tears fell to his cheeks before dropping onto the bed, but Y/n wiped his cheeks angrily since he shouldnât allow this to make him sad. But it was so hard not to.
His e/c eyes drifted to the photo that was on his side table. He reached for it and picked it up. It was a photo of his mom. Y/n allowed his finger to run over his momâs smiling face in the picture. Itâs times like this when he wishes that she was still alive. At least then, heâd have a parent in his life who cared about him.
Suddenly, a knock came from his door.
"Come in," Y/n called out, setting down the photo back on his desk. He wished that it was his father knocking on the door, but he wasn't surprised when the door opened, and it wasn't him. It was Steve. "Hi, Steve. Did you like the movie?"
Steve nodded, taking a seat on the bed. "I did. It was a great eighties film. I can see why you love it so much." Steve then changed the conversation. "You okay?"
Y/n nodded. He knew he wasn't okay, but he didn't want to ruin Steve's evening with his problem. "I'm fine. Shouldn't you be playing charades with everyone else?"
The soldier disregarded the question and simply stared at Y/n for a moment, seemingly sensing that he wasnât telling the truth. "Hey, why don't we grab some dessert? I know a great ice cream shop."
Y/n hesitated briefly. He didn't want to be a burden to Steve, but he also didn't want to spend his evening in his room.
"That sounds nice, thanks." Y/n smiled and followed the soldier out of the door.
Steve drove them to a small ice cream parlor that was tucked away in the city on his motorcycle, a vehicle that Y/n had never expected to get on willingly. Steve got the classic chocolate sundae, while Y/n got a vanilla sundae with chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and a cherry on top.
They then went to the park to watch the beautiful sunset and enjoy their sundae. The sun, a fiery orb of warmth and light, dipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky with two shades of orange and pink.
Y/n and Steve watched the breathtaking scene in comfortable silence. The park was lively with kids playing, the distance hum of cars, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Y/n's vanilla sundae sat untouched. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by the disappointment and hurt he felt over Tony's absence. Steve, on the other hand, enjoyed his chocolate sundae, taking slow, deliberate bites of it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The super soldier broke the silence, his eyes shifting over.
"Yup," Y/n murmured, his e/c eyes taking in the stunning view. "It's like a painting."
Steve smiled, nodding his head in agreement. He then spoke again, his voice deadly serious. "So, what's going on? You've seemed a little down lately."
Y/n let out a sigh, knowing there was no point in lying to Steve. "It's my dad. I just feel like he always puts Peter first. It's like I'm not even his real son sometimes."
The blonde's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "I know it's tough, but try not to take it personally. Your dad has a unique relationship with Peter, but that doesn't diminish his love for you. You're his son."
He sighed again, "I know but it's hard not to feel overshadowed sometimes. Peter gets all the attention, and I'm just... here."
"Your dad may not always show it, but he's proud of you, Y/n," Steve assured him. "And I know that he loves you very much. Sometimes, parents just need a little reminder that their kids need them."
Y/n nodded, but he couldn't help feeling skeptical. After all, actions spoke louder than words, and Tony's actions indicated that he loved Peter more than him. Like Y/n would always come second to Peter.
But he didn't feel like dwelling on Tony's absence anymore. Instead, he turned his attention back to the sunset, watching as the last sliver of the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The sky grew darker, the colors of the sunset fading into the twilight. He didn't get the opportunity to spend the evening with his father as he planned, but at least he had spent it with someone who cared about him deeply.
And that made him smile.
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The next morning, Y/n found himself in the kitchen, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The events of the previous day still weighed heavily on his mind, leaving a bitter taste that even the strongest brew couldn't mask. He wanted to confront his dad about his behavior, but at the same time, he didn't want to talk to him after what happened.
As he added a dash of sugar to his cup, the familiar clanking of Tony's footsteps drew closer. He saw his father enter the kitchen, but Y/n leaned against the counter, his back stiff and his gaze fixed on the windows. He deliberately avoided greeting his dad as he would usually do.
"Morning, Y/n," Tony greeted politely, but Y/n remained quiet, his back still turned. Feeling perplexed by the cold shoulder, Tony frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing that concerns you," Y/n replied, voice low and dismissive as he finished his coffee and placed the cup in the sink.
Y/n moved forward, attempting to leave the kitchen, but Tony stepped in front of him, unsatisfied with the response. "I'm your father. It's my job to be concerned."
Y/n's laughter rang out, harsh and bitter as if Tony had just told him a funny joke. "That is quite ironic coming from you."
The frown on Tony's features deepened. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Y/n's voice was quiet, "that lately, you've been anything but a father to me. But I can't say the same for Peter tho. You literally drop everything for him, but you can't even remember our plans."
Tony took a step forward, his tone rising defensively. "That's not true, Y/n. I do my best to be there for both of you. I juggle a lot, but I make time for you when I can."
Y/n's gaze didn't waver and he cocked his head to the side. "You make time for me? Then where were you last evening?"
"I took Peter to the science fair."
"Even though we had plans to go to the movies?" The younger man pointed out.
Tony's eyebrows furrowed as realization dawned, shame washing over his face. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I know we had plans, but Peter needed me. I couldn't leave him."
The two Starks were so busy arguing that neither of them noticed a stealthy figure that managed to infiltrate the compound, temporarily disable Friday, and had a knockout device in their hand.Â
"Peter needed you?" Y/n shook his head, his voice thick with hurt. Why did he forget about me? "What about what I need? You're my dad, not his. I need you."
Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You have me every day, Y/n. Don't you see that I am always here for you?"
"Are you, Dad?!" Y/n's voice rose to a shout. "When was the last time we spent quality time together, just the two of us? When was the last time you and I had a real conversation that wasn't about your work or Peter? When was the last time you asked about what's going on in my life? You probably don't even know that my birthday is in two days. I'll be turning twenty-three, by the way. You don't know that one of my art pieces was presented at the museum you found too boring to visit. And you don't know that I made the Dean's List in school for the third year in a row!" Y/n's voice dropped to a whisper, but the words still stung like acid. "Mom would never treat me the way you do."
Tony flinched as if struck, his eyes widening at the mention of Y/n's mother. The weight of his son's words hit him like a physical blow, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the room began to fill with a thick fog.
Y/n noticed it too, confusion clouding his face. But as more of the mysterious substance was released into the air, he dropped to his knees, his vision blurring. Tony staggered and slumped against the kitchen counter, his eyes falling shut.
And then, everything went dark. The gas in the room caused both father and son to collapse, slumping to the floor hard.
Later, once Y/n regained consciousness, his head pounded as he tried to piece together what happened. The last thing he remembered was the argument with Tony in the kitchen, and then everything went dark. But now, he found himself in an unfamiliar room, dimly lit by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were made of rough concrete, and the floor was cold and hard beneath him.
"Y/n? Can you hear me?" Tony's voice, filled with concern, reached him, and he turned to see his father hovering nearby.
"Dad?" Y/n's throat was dry and scratchy as he tried to sit up, but dizziness forced him to lay back down. It's overwhelming.
Tony helped Y/n into a seated position against the concrete wall. "Easy there."
Y/n looked around. "Where are we?"Â
"I'm not sure," Tony admitted, his gaze scanning the room for any clues. "But it appears that we have been kidnapped."Â
Y/n's heart pounded in his chest as the reality of their situation sank in. Oh crap. He couldn't believe that they were in this predicament, but he didnât know why he was completely surprised. Since he was a Stark, people have always attempted to kidnap him since the day he was born, but this was the first time someone had successfully managed to kidnap him.Â
And he couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow his fault. If only he hadn't argued with his dad, they wouldn't have been distracted when their captor struck.
"I'm sorry, Y/n," Tony apologized, his eyes filled with remorse, and Y/n was slightly taken aback because he hadnât been expecting that. "I should have been there for you more. I let my work and my relationship with Peter overshadow our bond. That was wrong of me to do that."
Y/n eyes drifted to his hands, clasped in his lap. "You know, it hurt every time you chose Peter over me," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I don't understand why you always favor him. Why is everything he does amazing, but when it comes to me, you're never satisfied? Was it something that I did wrong? Or didn't do? Because I can change if it means you'll love me."
Tony shook his head vigorously, moving closer to his son. "No, Y/n. I don't want you to change for anyone, especially not for me. I can admit that I haven't always handled things perfectly. Peter reminds me of myself at his age, and sometimes I get caught up in my own nostalgia. But that doesn't mean I love you any less, Y/n. You're my son. I'd do anything for you."
Y/n's heart swelled at his father's words. He forgave Tony the moment the words "I'm sorry" exited his lips. Y/n had never been one to hold grudges, and now that Tony had acknowledged his mistakes, he hoped that they could finally move forward and rebuild their relationship.
Y/n wrapped his arms around Tony, who reciprocated the gesture. "I just want to spend more time with you," he muttered. "You know, do all that father-son stuff."
"And we will," Tony promised, pulling away. "As soon as we get out of here, I'll clear my schedule for the next month. We can go to the Bahamas. The water is beautiful, and I know they have amazing art exhibits there. It can be my birthday present to you. It'll be just the two of us."
It was impossible for Y/n to refrain from allowing the corners of his mouth to curl upward into a smile. He experienced a sense of optimism for the first time in a long time. As he looked into his father's eyes, he was certain that he would fulfill his promise. Y/n couldn't help but feel like a ten-year-old on Christmas morning.
"I'd like that, but how are we going to get out of here?" That was the big question.
Tony smirked. "Leave that to my team."
He informed Y/n through sign language that he had a secret tracker implanted in his watch, which had been confiscated. The Avengers were aware of the tracker, so it wouldn't be long before they arrived.
And then, as if on cue, the door to the room they were in flew off its hinges by a man getting thrown through it. Then, Steve walked into the room, dressed in his Captain America outfit. Steve threw his shield at the cell the Starks were in, allowing the two men to finally escape.
"Tony, Y/n, are you guys okay?" Steve walked over to them and started looking for signs of harm or injuries of any kind, but was relieved that he didnât find one.Â
"Just peachy," Tony assured the blonde, grabbing his watch from a nearby table and taking Y/n's arm. They rushed out of the building, with Steve leading the way.
As the three made their way out, Y/n heard the sounds of gunfire, screaming, and growling echoing in the air. The Hulk was in full force, dismantling one of the kidnappers, while the other Avengers fought alongside him. Steve sprang back into action, and Tony transformed his watch into an Iron Man glove, joining the fighting. Even Spider-Man was there, taking out multiple opponents with ease.
But in the chaos, Y/n spotted a gunman aiming at Spider-Man from a distance. Acting without hesitation, he pushed Spider-Man out of the way, taking the bullet meant for him. The gunshot tore through Y/n's stomach, and he fell to the ground, eyes widening in shock and pain.
Tony had just fired a beam of light from his repulsor, sending the man flying into the nearby truck. But as he did, he heard the crack of a gunshot. He looked over to see where the shot had come from.
And his heart dropped to his stomach.
Y/n had been shot.
The bullet had pierced Y/nâs stomach, and blood was already soaking through his shirt, dripping onto the ground below.
"No, Y/n!" Tony screamed, running over as Steve hurled his shield at the shooter. Tony caught Y/n just as he began to fall, blood seeping through Tony's fingers as he peeled off his jacket and pressed it against the wound. Y/n trembled in his arms, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"D-Dad."
"I know, I know, it's going to be okay," he whispered, his voice thick and his eyes shone with unshed tears. "You're going to be okay, I promise." His jaw clenched as he peered over at his teammates who had finally finished their fight and were rushing over. "Get us to a hospital, now!"
They didn't need to be told twice. Steve moved forward and quickly helped Tony carry Y/n to the Quinjet, with the other Avengers following closely behind them. Once inside, Natasha took her place in the pilot seat and Clint sat in the co-pilot seat next to her. Natasha quickly turned on the controls and maneuvered the jet into the air above, racing to the hospital.
The Quinjet soared through the sky, the city a blur below. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with worry. Everyone watched as Iron Man tried to help his injured son. Tony refused to let go of Y/n, his hands shaking as he tried to stop the bleeding, mind racing with fear and desperation. He had faced countless dangers as Iron Man, but nothing compared to the fear he felt at the thought of losing his son.Â
Finally, the Quinjet landed on the rooftop helipad of Metro-General Hospital, and Steve and Bruce rushed out, carrying Y/n on a stretcher. Tony was right beside him, keeping his hands clasped in Y/nâs.Â
"We need a doctor, now!" Tony shouted as they burst through the hospital doors.
Immediately, a group of two doctors and two nurses came over, taking over Y/n's care and wheeling him away. And Tony was beside them, still holding his hand.
"What happened?" One of them asked.
"Some idiot shot him," Tony explained.Â
The medical team wheeled Y/n into the operating room fast. The female nurse commented how Y/n had a weak pulse rate as the group of medical specialists lifted him onto the bed. Tony held onto his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.Â
The male doctor assessed the situation, noticing a smaller entry wound in Y/nâs upper right back and a larger exit wound in his abdomen. "Lungs failing," he said, his voice steady but grave. "Start an I.V. â two units of O, stat." The female nurse hurried off to fulfill the order. The female doctor asked for adrenalin, and the male nurse rushed to comply with the request.
Tony stood by his son's side, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the doctor's work. He couldn't remember a time he prayed, but he found himself silently pleading with any higher power that might be listening to spare his son's life. "Hang in there, son," he whispered.
Y/n struggled to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "I donât think Iâll make it."
The billionaire's heart broke a little more. "Don't you dare die on me." Tony's voice was borderline pleading, begging for his son not to leave him. He has to survive.
But as the doctors worked frantically to save Y/n's life, his condition continued to deteriorate, his grip on Tony's hand weakening. "Dad," Y/n whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so cold."
Hearing this, Tony couldn't hold back his tears, which fell onto his son's hand. "I-I-I can't feel my legs," he continued, making Tony feel an enormous sense of dread and despair. He wanted to leave, unable to continue witnessing his greatest fear unfolding before his eyes. However, Y/n gripped Tony's hand tightly. "D-Don't go." Their eyes met, and Y/n let out a gasp before managing to utter three words.
"I love you."
The heart monitor's steady beep began to slow, then faltered, finally falling silent as Y/n slipped into full arrest. Tony cried out, "Oh god." His hand clamped over his mouth as he watched his son flatlined.
"Full arrest. Paddles!" The male doctor shouted, and the female doctor brought over the paddle machine. Tony stepped back as he witnessed the scene unfold. The lady squirted gel on a paddle, and the male rubbed them together. "Clear!" He yelled and used the paddles on Y/n.Â
But it didn't work.
"Recharge," he barked, and she obeyed. "Clear!" He used the paddles once again.
Still, Y/nâs heart did not respond and the heart monitor remained silent. His grip fully weakened in Tonyâs hand, and his eyes remained unmoving. Sadly, it was officially. Y/n, son of the billionaire, was dead. The male doctor looked at Tony with a mix of sympathy and sadness.
"Iâm so sorry," the male doctor voiced.Â
And, just like that, Tony Stark broke.Â
He leaned over Y/n, his body heavy with grief, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his son's lifeless hand. The pain in his chest was unbearable as if his own heart had stopped beating. He couldn't believe his only child was gone.
Now, he would never witness his son's college graduation, celebrate another birthday, see him walk down the aisle, or become a dad himself. Y/n was gone, and Tony would never see his son again.
And Tony felt like he had died too.
His sobs echoed through the hospital room, a sound so full of anger and pain that it seemed to pierce the very air. The doctors and nurses quietly left the room, deciding to let the genius grieve alone.
"Y/n," he choked out, his voice breaking on his son's name. "Please... come back. I can't⌠I can't live life without you here."
But he knew that his son wasn't coming back, no matter how much he'd beg for it. That thought was unimaginable, a nightmare from which he couldn't wake.
He had failed his son, failed to keep him safe, and now, Tony was forced to face a world without the h/c haired male in it.Â
It was bad enough that the genius had been such a shitty dad to choose Peter over Y/n, but now he wouldnât be able to show Y/n that he was fully committed to changing, to being the dad Y/n deserved.
That made his sobs grow louder.
The Avengers entered the room, their faces etched with sorrow. Each of them had faced countless battles, but nothing could have prepared them for the pain of watching one of their own lose a child.
Steve placed a hand on Tony's shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort for his friend. He knew that no words could ease the pain of such a loss, but he hoped that his presence would offer some solace. He took a moment to say a silent prayer for the man who was like a son to him.
Natasha's stoic expression cracked, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She had seen death countless times in her work, but this â this was different. This was one of their own, a part of their family.
Sam also couldn't hold back his tears. His vision blurred, and he wiped them away, not wanting to add to Tony's pain. But the pain was there, a dull ache in his chest that echoed the grief of his friend.
Clint had to look away, his jaw clenched. He had lost people before, but this was different. This was a young man, full of life, who left this cruel world too soon.
Bruce stood with his hands clasped in front of him. His eyes were downcast, but there was a hint of green in his eyes. He couldn't imagine the pain of losing a child, especially someone so wonderful.Â
Peter was the most visibly shaken and he felt somewhat responsible. If he had been more aware of his surroundings and saw the hidden shooter, then Y/n wouldn't have taken the bullet for him.
Tony's fingers trembled as he closed Y/n's eyes. "Iâm sorry, son," his voice was a broken whisper. "I love you so, so much."
For Y/n, the light had gone out. For Tony, the darkness has never felt so complete.
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Teen Three and Intruder Billy Batson
Platonic!Damian Wayne x WonderGirl!Reader x Platonic!Jon Kent x Platonic!Billy Batson
Summary: Damian and Jon canât help but notice their best friend is distracted with the new commer. Shenanigans ensues.
Warning: No Romance here.
âAnd they posted ANOTHER Tik Tok! Can you believe that?!â Damian rants as Jon pours himself another bowl of cereal.
âUh-huh.â He replyâs, hoping Damian will realise how ridiculous he sounds.
âI canât believe this. Itâs like we arenât even friends anymore. Like sheâs forgotten us and we are the background characters!â Damian continues making Jon roll his eyes in silence. âDid you just roll your eyes at me Kent?! This is serious! Look at her account, they already have 11 videos together, isnât that just weird?!â
Jon mutters an agreeable hum now rinsing his bowl in the sink. âThatâs cool Dames, thanks for calling me just to talk about Y/n and Billy forâŚâ Jon taps his phone screen and sees the video call timer showing 56 minutes. âAn hourâŚâ
âDonât call me Dames! And itâs been 56 minutes Kent. Perhaps summer school is in your future.â Jon groans at Damians semantics. âIâll come pick you up, Iâll be there in 20 minutes.â
âWait what?â Jon sputters as he rechecks the video call to see Damian sitting in a bat ship. âDude, no, I have to help my mom with the farm.â
âTT, you shouldâve told me that before I got in the batship! Itâs too late, Iâm coming over, picking you up and we are going to Y/nâs house to film Tik Toks to show that intruder who her real friends are.â
Opening the front door you see non-other the Damian standing with a glare and Jon standing sheepishly on your families front porch. âDames, Jon? I wasnât expecting to see you guys.â You announce surprised, waving them through to the lounge room where the intruder is found lounging, as if this was normal, as if he was here regularly.
âBatson.â Damian greets coldly, his nose turned up.
âBatâs son.â Billy greets with a grinning smirk at Damianâs expression. âJon! Good to see you man! Itâs been so long!â Billy greets enthusiastically pulling Jon into a quick hug.
âLike wise.â He replyâs before pulling back and taking a seat next to Damian, avoiding his unspoken accusatory stare.
âEnough fratinising with the intruder!â Damian yells, making you scowl.
âThe what? Damian-â
âNo times for lectures!â Damian interrupts, âWhoever uploads the most Tik Toks with Y/n by end of the month, is crowned her true best friend!â
âWha-â
âYouâre on!â Billy agrees, fully bemused by Damianâs antics.
âThis is stupid Dames.â Jon grumbles.
âWhat the hell Damian! You canât just-â
âThe winner will have an all expenses covered holiday of Y/nâs choosing paid by Wayne Enterprises.â Damian quickly adds making you shut your mouth instantly.
â⌠well best of luck guys.â You yield.
Diana really thought the end of September couldnât come sooner.
Diana thought this whole scenario was harmless shenanigans. But considering it involved the Teen-Three, she really shouldâve known better.
Diana was getting non-stop phone calls from the school and other parents with concerns and complaints at the inappropriate conduct, especially with Damian speeding dangerously through the parking lot in a super car to pick up her daughter to film Tik Toks and with Billy just randomly showing up in her daughters classes to film Tik Toks was really getting out of hand.
Diana resisted the urge to kill the kidâs fun at the request of her husband.
âLet the kids have their fun! When I was Y/nâs age, I was day drinking, smoking like a chimney and sleeping withâŚâ Diana stares down her husband, daring him to finish his sentence. â⌠moral of the story, let the kids be.â
The winner turned out to be Jon, who came over last night and spent 1 minute recording a video, and proceeded to continuously reupload that video until mid-night.
Diana and her husband watched arguments and debates ensue whilst sipping their newly imported wine.
âThese kids and their shenanigans, I swear.â
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You know what I really miss? Avengers x teen!reader headcanons, there use to be so much avengers content and practically dominated tumblrđĽ˛
It would totally make my WEEK if you would make some classic mcu avengers(before infinity war) x teen!reader x Peter Parker(romantic) headcanons just about reader having powers and what itâs like living with the avengers đ
-possible your new đžanon?
letâs do this đŞ and YES youâll be my first emoji anon!! @ anyone else, feel free to claim ur emoji!!
avengers x teen!reader headcanons
The Avengers are definitely reluctant to add another teenager to the team. Having Peter is great but has been a big adjustment, as they had to train him and protect him, less they face the wrath of Aunt May.
However, you were a compelling case, with your extensive abilities. You didnât have many other options as to where to go and you hit it off with Peter right off the bat, working very well together as a pair. So, they took you in.
Tony worked with you on designs for your suit, Natasha and Steve trained you in combat (which meant you were going on morning runs with Steve and Sam. How fun . . . Though Sam could be convinced to give you piggy back rides, and you became Clintâs personal arrow-picker-upper. If you had powers, Wanda would definitely help you manage them.
Peter was naturally in tune to science, which meant you hung around the lab with him and Bruce a lot. It became a nice time to get your homework done, as Bruce would definitely help you with that. Sometimes you acted as Bruceâs and Peterâs assistant with their experiments.
Bruce was also a very good listener and your go-to person to vent to about your lifeâs problems (when Peter wasnât around).
One of the conditions to be on the team was that you didnât lapse in schoolwork, so they were very on top of that and your grades. Tony even offered to go to parent-teacher meetings. Any one of them were ready to go to your teachers or principal if anything happened.
Natasha would routinely check in with you to make sure that you werenât being bullied.
Pepper also became a motherly figure, as she cared very much about you and Peter. Sheâd offer you a Stark Industries internship.
Movie nights were chaotic, but absolutely the best. It was hard for anyone to agree, so the team had a system where theyâd rotate who got to pick the meeting. Sam and Peter were also not allowed to make popcorn after many unfortunate incidents. Most of the time you fell asleep late into the night and one of the Avengers carried you to bed (theyâd never admit this, but that also became an argument).
It was during a movie night when Peter realized he liked you romantically. You fell asleep during a movie, your head on his shoulder. Peter swore he never experienced something so precious before. He was adamant to keep your peace, glaring at anyone who dared to talk.
The team found your growing romance to be adorable and often teased the two of you about it. The only people who didnât tease you were Bruce, Pepper, and Thor (because he didnât really understand how to effectively tease).
If Flash messed with you, Peter was always on top of it. Heâd always protect you.
Steve was also always making sure that you knew right from wrong. Heâd give long speeches about how it wasnât right to smoke, drink, do drugs, etc.
Then Thor gave you Asgardian alcohol once, not realizing how bad that was considering youâre both human and underage. That was a mess. Peter having to hold your hair back when you vomited and multiple Avengers escorting you to bed. Thor got an earful about it.
Clint was one of the ones who better understood you, seeing as he had experience with his own kids. He was always good at mediating and defusing the tension.
Laura also adored you, you were her favorite babysitter for the kids. Whenever they went on date night, theyâd drop the kids off at the tower, and you would watch them (Peter would help when he wasnât on patrol).
Patrolling with Peter was also very fun. More often than not heâd convince you to take a break, then swing you up on top of a roof to watch over the city and the sky.
On multiple occasions, KAREN would rat the two of you out to Tony, but he was never mad. He just wanted to know all about the âdateâ.
Prom was also very fun. Honestly, the whole team would want to come pick out outfits with you and Peter. They took many, many pictures on the night of. Peter also teared up when he saw you. He thought you were stunning.
Of course, you guys had a curfew, but it was alright. You and Peter had a fantastic night. All he wanted to do was dance and hold you.
You had Happy wrapped around your finger. You could really convince him to drive you anywhere you wanted to go.
You also managed to get an internship at the Sanctum Santorum, learning more about magic under Doctor Strange and Wongâs guidance. The Avengers werenât particularly thrilled, as they were worried about you being hurt, but understood your want to explore.
You really wanted to see all the areas of being a hero. Clint taught you archery and Natasha taught you how to be a spy. Youâd listen to Natasha and Clintâs spy stories for hours. Peter would have to pry you away.
Peter always insisted on having date nights and would go all out, making every date special. Heâd do anything to make you happy.
And so would all the Avengers. They loved seeing you smile, it brightened up their whole world and made the team stronger.
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Christmas at the Compound
Avengers x reader
Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.
a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so⌠tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.
The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.
Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.
Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.
He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."
But secretly he cares a lot.
He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.
At surface level, it just seems like âoh rich guy is spending rich guy moneyâ
But theyâre actually really thoughtful gifts
Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.
He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.
He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.
Things like that.
Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower
âItâs too cold for this.â Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.
âCome one man, whereâs your christmas spirit?â Rhodey would laugh
âIâm just doing this so starkâs power bill goes up.â
it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though
Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas
"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"
She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.
This years theme was christmas pjs
Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy
âTony come on the reindeer ones are cute!â
âBruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.â
Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision
She grabs everyoneâs size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store
After snagging Tonyâs credit card, of course.
Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but thatâs a story for another day
Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa
You try to explain it to him, but it doesnât seem to help
âSo a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night⌠and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?â
âWell⌠yeah.â
âBut only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.â
âHe doesnât stalk the children he justâŚâ
âHm.â He squints. âwhat about the naughty children?â
âThey donât get any presents.â
âOR,â Wanda interjects, âKrampus comes to get them.â
âIs that another fat man in a red disguise?â
âNo. Heâs a demon sent from hell to eat them.â
Thor nods in approval. âAh. Thatâs much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!â
You stare at him. âSo⌠youâre okay with Krampus but not Santa?â
âWell I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!â
âI⌠I guessâŚâ
Decorating the tree was an all night event
You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations
The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldnât be a holiday at the compound if you guys werenât extra
It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity
it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wandaâs inspection
Not a bare branch
Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments
But of course, ladders were a no go
You guys liked a challenge
To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders
And I mean stand
Not sit
It was a thrilling balancing game
You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction
Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top
Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack
âCAP, youâre moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-â
âBruce, please take a breath.â
Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up
âThis oneâs a little man of snow! How silly!â
Speaking of ornaments
You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree
Or, your super hero alias at least
Thereâs a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth
Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex
Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree
(except you guys would always rig it behind Wandaâs back, only putting her name in the hat)
She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented
So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top
You would think Natasha wouldnât want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room
But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls
She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year
She even splurges on front row seats
You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently
Leaving the theater, sheâll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.
She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble
âWeâll work on it.â
Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???
Youâre all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing
Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.
Then thereâs Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.
âMr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!â
Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his
Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes
Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter
Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wandaâs
And then thereâs Thor, whoâs totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top
âHey Peter, I think yours is missing something.â
You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.
âWebs!â
âYou know⌠we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frostingâŚâ
That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyoneâs gingerbread houses with icing webs
Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.
They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn
âDo you mind if I join you guys?â
they smile gently. âOf course not.â
You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you
They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering theyâre talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you
On Christmas eve, youâre all there except for Clint, who went home to his family
Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card
You make hot coco and cider
Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night
âAlright you nutcrackers,â tony would say around midnight. âI know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but heâs not coming if you all stay awake.â
he really just wanted to go to bed
He sauntered off, calling for lights out.
Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.
âSo,â you ask, taking a sip of coco, âDo you guys think weâre on the naughty list?â
Natasha Chuckled. âIâm not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if youâre taking down the bad guys?â
Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. âDo not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.â
You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.
âThor⌠you realize Krampus and Santa arenât⌠real?â Wanda asked.
He had a hard time swallowing that.
He ended up sleeping on the couch âjust in caseâ
you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room
You decided to check it out against your better judgement
There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.
Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âI thought I heard something by the elevator.â
âCongratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.â
âI feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.â
âHeâs been there for weeks!â
âHe could have been a spy. Or possessed.â
âGoodnight Thor.â
Christmas Morning finally arrived
Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds
Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am
He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.
âY/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.â he sing-songed
âNo he didnât.â You grumbled. âThor killed him.â
â⌠I donât know what that means.â
You all stumble out into the living room
Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare
You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth
Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma
Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled
Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange
You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other
Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree
it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents
You went one at a time opening gifts
Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine
this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face
as well as a million âthank youâs
It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple âthis made me think of youâ
In the end, you loved all your gifts
And everyone loved what you got for them
But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family
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Something Wholesome
[Logan Howlett & Teen!Fem!Reader]
Synopsis: In which you canât help but feel the need to comfort the big grumpy ape.
WC: 2054
Category: Comfort, Slight Fluff, Reader is Vanessaâs Younger Sister, 4th Wall Breaks {TW: Wade Being⌠Well, Himself.}
Even being the worst Wolverine, I believe he still is 100% a girl dad, and I stand by that statement.
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"I thought you quit?"
Your voice startled him. He jumped and almost dropped the cigar he was holding between his teeth. Logan's eyes fell upon you, standing in the kitchen doorway with your arms folded.
"Jesus, kid. You're gonna give me a heart attack." He shook his head, taking the cigar out of his mouth and holding it between his fingers. It was still unlit. "How'd you get in here, anyway?"
You held up a ring of keys and shook it in the air, the jingling of metal echoing around the room. "Itâs called having a brother-in-law who can pick locks." You tossed the keys on the counter and sat down across from him, resting your head in your hands. "Are you having another midlife crisis, Warrior Cat?"
"You're a brat, yâknow that?" He rolled his eyes, taking the cigar and tossing it back into his jacket pocket. He ran a hand over his face, sighing.
You watched him closely. The bags under his eyes, the wrinkles, the slight hunch to his shoulders. He looked old⌠and not the usual, rugged, cool old. You frowned, leaning across the counter.
"You know, with Wade always around, I haven't had much time to check up on my favorite Canadian." You tilted your head to the side.
"Don't let Canuck hear you say that," he snorted. You stuck your tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes. You could see the corners of his mouth twitching.
"Seriously, Slim Jim," The joke earned a slight scowl from him. You grinned, knowing it annoyed him when you called him that. "You look your age today. What's wrong?"
Logan stared at you, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head. He was probably wondering how much to tell you. If anything, at all.
You were used to it by now. His reluctance to talk about what was bothering him, his unwillingness to rely on anyone. It was his default, and you understood that, but after three months of sharing an apartment with blind meth-headed Trunchbull and Scary Terry, it was getting really tiring.
Finally, he sighed. "I've been thinkin'."
"Oh no." You feigned fear. He shot you a warning glare. One of those 'try me and see what happens' glares. "About what?"
He didn't answer right away. His eyes kept glancing toward the pocket his cigar was stashed in. He was struggling not to light it.
You were about to ask again, but before you could, he finally spoke up.
"I drove past the school a few days ago. It's still standing, y'know. It looks the same as it did 15 years ago." He laughed, though it sounded empty. "Abandoned, sure. But it's there."
Yeah, clearly, Disney spent all their budget on Princess remakes. A shame, really. The mansion was a good place to have movie nights.
"And it just...hit me, I guess. Everything's gone, kid." His voice grew soft, and the expression he was wearing broke your heart. "Everyone I knew, everyone I ever cared about, is dead. All I got left is this shitty apartment, a crap truck, and annoying roommates who drive me crazy."
"To be fair, I haven't had any accidents in three months," Wade called from the living room. Honestly, you werenât even aware he was home. It was even more of a miracle that he heard Logan. "Saving the world has improved my driving skills. Now, I only hit pedestrians."
"Shut the fuck up, Wilson," Logan barked, his claws popping out of his knuckles with a snikt. "Or I'll shove those swords up your ass and make you eat 'em."
âSlow your roll, Caesar Salad; this is a PG story. Step off with the sexual violence, at least until you have the author's consent to do so." Wade turned the corner into the kitchen, a huge bag of Taco Bell in his hand. "Besides, Vanessa wouldnât be too happy if she found out I was cheating on her with your foot long. You know how jealous she gets. One time, I tried to-"
"Wade, please," You groaned. He looked at you, then at Logan, and nodded.
"You're right, you're right. I should respect the rating." Wade waved his hand in the air and made his way out of the room, taking a bite out of one of his tacos. "Also, the fact that Iâm technically a father figure in this fic, for reasons we can't disclose here. Iâd rather not turn this wholesome story into some weird-ass daddy kink porno, even though I wouldnât mind if it were."
He turned his attention to an empty wall momentarily, a smile creeping on his face. "I have a feeling you guys wouldn't either, judging by the comments on those other ones, and honestly, I don't blame you. My body is a temple, and it should be worshiped. Just ask all those Honda Odyssey rewrites. They'd know all about that, especially the ones that end with me getting-"
"WADE," You and Logan yelled at the same time, his claws still unsheathed. Logan looked ready to jump over the counter and murder him, and while it wasnât uncommon for Wade to be shredded like string cheese, the two of you had had enough drama to last the rest of the year.
"Ugh, fine." He threw his hands up, his tacos spilling all over the floor. "But just for the record, I totally just stole the focus of this fic. Don't let Logan fool you. He's only the main character because this is his story, but the real star of the show is moi." He pointed a finger to his chest and winked at you. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Get the fuck outta here," Logan said, his claws sliding back into his knuckles. "I swear to god, Wilson, if you ruin my day any more than you already have, I'm gonna shove you into the wood chipper."
"You have a wood chipper?" Wade raised an eyebrow, grinning. "My, oh, my. Who would have thought the lumberjack would make a reappearance?"
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One," You muttered.
"Don't push me, asshole." Logan was growling, his claws once again threatening to slice into the other man.
A normal person would have run away by now, but not Wade. You had known him long enough to understand that he thrived off of conflict. He was the most chaotic son of a bitch you had ever met, and nothing excited him more than pissing people off.
But, again, this wasnât his story. He was just hijacking it, and the author had had enough. So, without further ado, they did the most logical thing. They made Mary Puppins appear, and suddenly, she was in his arms, and he was out of the kitchen, leaving behind the Taco Bell, his jokes, and his dignity.
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to laugh. You managed to contain it, but just barely.
You glanced over at Logan, and he still had a look on his face like he was drained and exhausted. Of course, now annoyance and anger were mixed into the cocktail.
With your sisterâs boyfriend out of the picture, he slumped down against the counter, running a hand through his hair. Not much of it, given the current length, but enough that he could pull at it.
"I'm sorry," You said. You felt a pang of sympathy for him, and you couldn't imagine the shitstorm that must be going on in his mind. After all, he wasn't like the rest of you. He was a lot older, and his life had been filled with a lot more heartache and pain than you would ever experience. "It sucks."
He didn't say anything, so you continued.
"I mean, I don't know what it's like, obviously, but I can't imagine how it must feel to lose everything like that. Everyone." You paused, thinking about your family. Your own life hadn't exactly been a picnic, but the world hadn't come crashing down around you. Not yet, at least. "I can't imagine the kind of strength you must have to go on."
He grunted, which was pretty much the Logan version of a 'Thank you.'
"I just..." His voice was quiet. "I just want something permanent. Thatâs not this." He motioned to the room around you, and you couldn't help but notice the look in his eyes.
"I get it."
"I don't think you do, kid," he muttered, staring at his feet.
"Hey, give me a little credit. I might not be ancient like you, but I've seen some shit. Wade is infatuated with Nessie, so I go through that bullshit every other day." You shook your head. "The two of them can be a real handful together."
"No kiddin'." He snorted.
"I mean, sure. The world went to hell, but I think it's pretty safe to say that you deserve something good after all the crap that's happened." You shrugged, looking around the room. "This is that something."
He stared at you for a long moment, and you wondered if you said something wrong. Speaking to him was always a gamble. Sometimes, he would respond, and the two of you could actually hold a conversation. Other times, he would shut down and refuse to talk, or worse, yell at you.
It seemed like luck was on your side today.
"Maybe." His eyes moved to his hands, and his gaze was distant. "It's hard to think that when I'm stuck in this hell hole."
"It's not that bad."
"Youâre just saying that so Wilson doesnât think about moving back in with your sister." He rolled his eyes. "And it is. We all know that."
"Okay, fine, you're right. The apartment is shitty, and so is the neighborhood. The landlord is a bitch, and the neighbors are loud." You took a breath, leaning closer. "But, you have us."
"Oh, don't you start."
"And you've got your truck and your liquor and the crappy TV in the living room. I say, if that isn't permanent, I don't know what is."
Logan opened his mouth, but you held a finger up.
"You might not realize it, but you have a family here." You smiled at him, and he scoffed, turning his face away from you.
"I've had families before. Doesn't work out."
"Well, we're of the more persistent kind," you teased, reaching across the counter and punching him lightly on the shoulder. "We aren't going anywhere. Especially Wade. Man is a tick that refuses to let go."
"God, I wish he would."
"He won't. You're stuck with him. Youâll be the best man at his wedding, and we both know it." You grinned, and he rolled his eyes, though the corner of his lips quirked.
"Great," he muttered.
Secretly, you knew he enjoyed the banter with Wade. He acted annoyed and irritated, but deep down, you were certain he was amused. Might be frustrated, but definitely amused.
You were about to tell him that, but he spoke first.
"Thanks, kid." He reached across the counter and squeezed your arm. "You're a pain in the ass, but you're not so bad."
"Not so bad?" You snorted. "Wow. Is that how the Wolverine slid into the hearts of millions?"
He chuckled and shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "You know what I mean, you brat."
You stood, walking around the counter. You threw your arms around him and pulled him into a hug. He didnât hug back for reasons that you understood. Still, you wanted him to know that you were there for him and he could rely on you.
"You know," you started. "I think a lot of people would be surprised by the softy you are under all the grumpiness."
"Yeah, well, don't go around spreadin' that." He pushed you away gently, shaking his head. "Iâm not a damn teddy bear, and I'll rip your throat out if you start tellin' people."
"Iâm getting the Wade treatment? A threat of death if I speak a word?" You laughed, shaking your head. "Iâm honored."
"Sometimes I wonder if he is your sibling instead of your sister."
"Nah, Iâm too pretty to be a Wilson." You smirked. "If anything, I'm more related to my cousin."
"The one who tried to kill you last month?"
"That's the one."
"Then you definitely are a Wilson."
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I miss when the Avengers hung out, Thor ate Poptarts, Loki moved in, Natasha did Ballet, Clint was in the vents, Steve couldn't cook and was drawing, Bucky and Sam were bickering, Tony and Bruce were in the lab, Wanda cooking, going to school with Peter.
âŚit was never real but I miss it.
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As We Go Along (Part 1)
You were offered up as a payment to a mob boss by your father and step-mother. He agreed. Now you're the fiance of the most feared man in New York.
I do not own these characters!
Warnings: Abuse not openly mentioned but is talked about.
This first part is more of a background and getting to know each other chapter. More to come!
You were a burden. At least thatâs the way they made you feel. You were from your fatherâs first marriage. Your mother had died when you were young and your step-mother never had anything for you. She never loved you, but she loved your sister. The daughter she had with your father. You knew this but you never thought she would talk your father into doing this to you. Marrying you off to some mob boss so he could get himself out of debt that he got himself in. She came up with it and he took it to the bossâ right hand man. Two days letter youâre engaged. You didnât care either way. You hadnât met the man yet, but you had heard rumors. He was cold-hearted and cruel. Nothing you werenât used to.Â
Your father told you that you were to meet him tomorrow at his home.Â
âYou will meet him tomorrow at noon. Here is the address. It should be easy enough to find.âÂ
âYes, sir.â Your father nodded without another word. That let you know that you were on your own now. Not that you havenât been since your mom died. You packed up what little you had. Everything you owned fit into one duffle bag. As you laid in your bed for the last time you looked back on your time here with your family. You decided nowhere could be worse than here. With that thought in mind you slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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You stood outside your childhood home giving it one last glance. It was bittersweet leaving this place. This is where you had all the memories of your mother, but this place had also been your living hell. You turned away with all the good memories of your mother in the forefront of your mind. A small part of you felt she was leaving with you as well.Â
You made your way to the bus stop. You looked at the address and read the bus schedule so you knew which bus you would need to take. It was hard, you had been getting around like this for years. You found when the bus you needed would be here you had hoped you left early enough just in case of any delays the buses may have.Â
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You timed it just right. You made it to the address with ten minutes to spare. Although, all you saw was a giant gate but no house. A loud beep caught made you jump. Thatâs when you saw the intercom.
âState your business.â
âIâm Alexander Pierceâs daughter. Iâm supposed to meet Mr. Barnes.â You heard the gate buzz open. A tall, blonde man in a black suit appeared before you in a black SUV. He stepped out to greet you.
âMs. Pierce, Mr. Barnes has been expecting you. My name is Steve. I can help you with your bags.â He looked around you confused. You felt your face go bright red.
âThis is all I have.â You grabbed your duffle bag by the handle. You saw something flash in his eyes but you werenât sure what. He nodded and held the front door open for you.Â
âHere, Iâll put it in the back for you.â Steve took your duffle and sat it in the back seat.Â
âThank you.â He gave you his hand to help you as you climbed into the front seat. This was new for you. You had never been treated this well. Maybe they were expecting someone else. You couldnât help as these thoughts ran through your mind. Steve could tell you didnât want to talk so he left the two of you in a comfortable silence.Â
It was a short drive to the house you were going to. It was more of a mansion. You felt your mouth drop at the sight. You heard Steve chuckle a bit. Your face went red again.
âItâs a lot to take in, I know. Youâll be fine. Heâs not so bad once you get to know him.â
âYou know him pretty well then?â
âI do. Been friends since we were kids. I know him better than he knows himself most of the time.â You nodded as you took in this information. That gave you a little bit of hope, not that you really ever clinged to it. Steve stopped the vehicle as you reached the front door. He got out, grabbed your bag, and proceeded to help you down onto the ground. âTake a deep breath and follow me. Youâll be fine.â
You nodded as you followed Steve up the stairs. The front door itself was huge. You donât think youâve ever seen a place this big. Not that someone lived in any way. As you stepped inside you tried to take it all in. It was beautiful. Everything seemed to be decorated in light gray, white, and gold accents. While it was beautiful it didnât have that homey feel that most homes do. Given what he does, that's not too surprising. There were tall windows everywhere. It made everything look even bigger. It was very modern. You were still reeling as you followed Steve further into the house. As you reached your destination you heard yelling that made you jump. Steve steadied you with a hand to your shoulder.Â
âItâs okay. Give me a minute while I go talk to him.â You just nodded. Steve sat your bag down beside you and knocked three times on the door.
âCome in!â Steve cracked the door and stuck his head in,
âBuck, itâs Pierceâs daughter.â
âSend her in.â Steve stepped back out to usher you inside the room. Once you entered your eyes went straight to the man behind the desk. He was handsome. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. He was almost as tall as Steve and just as built as he was. He was in a dark gray three piece suit.
âMs. Pierce, Iâve been expecting you. How did your driver find the place?â You felt yourself deflate. So he had been expecting your sister. You wanted to ask but couldnât bring yourself to, afraid of the answer.Â
âUh, I didnât - I mean, I brought myself. I donât have a driver.â Bucky stopped what he was doing. You were looking down at the floor. He said your name just loud enough. Surprised you glanced up at him.
âYou mean to tell me, your father sent you here alone?â
âYes, sir. He did.â Bucky felt his skin crawl. At first glance he thought you were beautiful. Nothing would change that. As he looked closer though he could tell you werenât taken care of. He could tell you had been given the bare minimum to survive. That was something that would not bode well with him.
âWhy would he send you here alone?â You knew the true answer, but you were sure Bucky didnât want to hear that.
âHe had other business to attend to and I was capable of making it here myself.â Bucky didnât like that answer.
âThatâs not an acceptable reason.â That surprised you. âAnd doll, you can call me Bucky, everyone else does. âSirâ is what everyone called my father.â His nickname for you caught you by surprise. You werenât sure how to feel about it, but you didnât hate it
âOf course, sir- I mean, Bucky.â Bucky straightened his tie and made his way to you.
âI have a meeting in a couple of minutes, I donât have time to show you around or I would. Steve can show you around. I just have two rules.â You nodded to show you were listening. âNever go anywhere alone and never knock on or open this door if itâs closed. The only exception is if it is an emergency. Okay?â
âOkay.â
âSteve, if youâll show her around. Iâll meet you for dinner around seven, doll. Iâll take you out and weâll get to know each other.â Before you could answer his phone rang. You followed Steve back out of the office and watched him pull the door closed. Steve must have sensed your hesitation.
âJust put on the best clothes you have, sweetheart.â You just nodded. You really didnât have anything to go out in. You would see what you had though. You followed Steve around as he showed you where everything was. What you couldnât wait to use was the kitchen. You loved to cook and bake. You didnât get the chance to do it much at home, but maybe you could here. Finally, Steve showed you to your room. It was three times bigger than your old room was. You had what seemed to be a king sized bed, a little balcony that overlooked the backyard, an en suite bathroom and a closet that you could fit your entire old room in.
âBucky thought you would want some space. He knows this wasnât up to you.â
âIâll have to tell him thank you.â Steve sat your duffle bag beside the bed.Â
âIâll leave you to it. Iâll be just down the hall if you need me.â
âThank you, Steve.â He closed your door as he left. You looked around and laid down on the bed. It was so soft and cozy! You couldnât believe it. You pinched yourself to make sure you werenât dreaming. Maybe, just maybe, this would be okay.Â
~
Steve listened for you but you seemed to be unpacking. He could hear you moving around. Once he was sure you were okay, he went to talk to Bucky. Steve saw the door cracked and eased his way inside. Bucky was on the phone but he wasnât as heated as earlier. He saw Steve made his way to him and ended the call. Steve made his way over to a seat in front of Buckyâs desk.
âSo, anything?â
âSheâs not anything like her father. She seems to be the exact opposite. Sheâs quiet, reserved. She doesnât own a lot, Buck. She came here with one duffle bag. One.â That made Buckyâs skin prickle. He knew Pierce was a harsh man but didnât think he would be harsh with his daughter.
âSo you donât think this is a set up?â
âIf it is, she doesnât know about it. From what I can tell she wouldnât do something like that. Sheâs too soft spoken to do or go along with something like that.â
âI picked up on that, too. I donât think she was treated well there.â Steve shook his head.Â
âI donât think she was either. She seems to be genuine. Which is a surprise considering who her father is.â Bucky nodded. This was unusual, even for him. He normally wouldnât agree to something like this, but he was looking to settle down as well. The last few women he dated only wanted him for money. He was hoping this might change that.
âWhere did you plan on taking her tonight?â
âIâm not sure yet. Why?â
âI donât think she has anything to wear to a nice restaurant. She seemed a bit panicked when you brought it up.â
âWeâll eat in tonight then. Would you care to go get it?â
âNot at all. You could go talk to her if you want. Sheâs good, Buck. You could use some good.â Bucky nodded. That was true he could. Steve got up to go get dinner while Bucky debated on going to find you.
~
You decided to go look around yourself taking your time. You couldnât find Steve so you decided to go downstairs and see if you could find him there. You looked down the small hallway to see Buckyâs office door was cracked. You thought about going to ask him if you could look around yourself, but your thoughts were distracted by the kitchen. It was state-of-the-art. The mixers, the pans, the refrigerator. Everything was something out of one of your dreams. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You jumped, turning around to see Bucky standing behind you.
âThere you are. I thought you would still be unpacking.â
âNo, it didnât take me long. Sorry, I was just curious to see what you had in here. Itâs amazing.â You looked around, still blown away by his kitchen.Â
âNo need to apologize. Make yourself at home.â You gave him a small smile. You werenât sure you knew how to do that. Bucky made his way over to one of the bar stools. He sat down while he eyed you from across the counter. He studied you as you studied him. He seemed to be a little more relaxed. His jacket was off and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Bucky noticed you changed into an oversized sweatshirt, some leggings and fuzzy socks. You seemed so cozy. âSo, tell me about yourself, doll. What do you like to do?â
âThere isnât much to tell really. I help my family out when I can and bake if I get the chance.â Bucky nodded his head.
âWhatâs your favorite thing to bake?â
âChocolate chip cookies, any kind of cookie really but definitely chocolate chip.â
âWould you wanna make some?â You felt your eyes get big. âNo one uses the kitchen much. I usually either go out or order in and no one ever bakes.â You felt yourself getting excited.
âYeah, Iâd love to.â You gave Bucky a genuine smile. Those were very rare for you. Bucky gave you one back, his were probably as rare as yours were, maybe even moreso.
~
Many cookies later, you and Bucky asked small questions at first. You found out he loved sweets and would love to have a dog but is afraid he wouldnât have the time for one. He found out you loved dogs, even more than you loved baking, and you had never left the state of New York.
âWeâll change that, doll. Donât you worry.â You giggled at that.
âYou know, youâre nothing like everyone makes you out to be.â
âIâm sure my reputation proceeds me. Let me guess, a cold hearted killer and womanizer? Thatâs what they say in the tabloids I see every now and then.â
âPretty much, but I will say you are much kinder to me than what Iâm used to.â You gave him a small smile. You saw something flash in his eyes that you couldnât place. With that he decided to bring up the elephant in the room.
âThere is something I do want to talk to you about, doll.â You took a pan of cookies out of the oven and sat the next pan in while the others cooled.
âOkay, whatâs that?â
âThe reason I agreed to your fatherâs proposal.â You turned around to face him. You had been curious about it but didnât want to ask out right.
âOkay.â
âDid you want to ask me anything?â
âI did wonder why you agreed to it. I mean, Iâm nothing special. Men usually come to my father about proposals for my sister, not me. Although I know this was his idea. Iâm just surprised you agreed to it.â You had never been this open and honest with someone you just met. There was just something about Bucky. âIâm sorry, that was overstepping. I shouldnât have said that.â
âNot overstepping, doll. I surprised myself when I agreed to it. The thing is, I am ready to settle down, but not give up my title just yet. I am tired of women just wanting money or just wanting to say they were with me. Granted, I could have gone about it differently than this, but itâs hard to find someone who doesnât want something.â
âMy father was the one who wanted something though.â
âYes, but not you. Iâm just curious as to why you just went along with it.â You took a deep breath.
âYou want an honest answer?â
âOf course, doll.âÂ
âI didnât have a choice. My family also sees me as in the way. So, it got me out of their way.â Buckyâs heart broke for you. You could see it in his eyes. You felt your face turn bright red. You were going to be honest. Your family never hid their disdain for you around anyone, so you didnât see the point in trying to hide it yourself.Â
âThatâs terrible, doll. I can assure you, you wonât be in the way here. If you ever feel like that you come to me, understand?â
âI understand.â The timer went off for the last batch of cookies just as Steve walked in the door with take out. Your stomach immediately rumbled at the smell of Chinese food. Steve walked in, sitting the food on the counter.Â
âIt smells like a bakery. Did you do all this?â Steve looked around at all the cookies you had baked. You felt your face turn red again.Â
âShe did, weâre gonna try them after we eat.â
âThey smell amazing. Iâll see you all tomorrow.âÂ
âWait, Steve! Here, take some with you. I made way too many as it is.â You hurriedly put a couple of batches in some containers you had found earlier. Steve looked to Bucky as you were packing up the cookies. Steve gave Bucky a small smile and a slight nod you didnât pick up on. You handed Steve the bag before Bucky could silently reply to Steve. Steve gave you a big smile.
âThanks, sweetheart. I canât wait to try them.â
âLet me know what you think. I havenât got my recipe just right yet.âÂ
âIâll let you know. Iâll see you all tomorrow.â Steve left you all to your dinner. Bucky started getting the containers out. You decided to go ahead and put the cookies that were already cooled in a container. Bucky was still getting food out when you were finished. You hadnât seen this much food in front of you in a long time. Not that you didnât eat, you just didnât eat much. Bucky watched your eyes get wide.Â
âYou okay, doll?â
âYeah, thatâs just a lot of food.âÂ
âMaybe, but then we can have leftovers tomorrow.â He said it so easily. You were a little taken back. âDoll, would you care to get these last few containers out so I can go change. Then weâll eat.â You just nodded. You didnât have it in you to reply. Bucky walked up the stairs to his room as you got the last few containers out. You were still in shock at all the food. And the fact that he got some for you too caught you off guard. You didnât realize it but you felt tears in your eyes. Usually when your family ordered out you got what was left and if you were still hungry you made yourself something in the kitchen. You didnât hear Bucky come up behind you.
âEverything okay, doll?â He noticed the tears in your eyes. You quickly wiped them away. You noticed he had changed into a white t-shirt and some gray sweatpants. You thought he looked even better like this than in his suit.
âYeah, everything is fine. I was just getting the rest out.â You put the paper bag in the trash can you found earlier. Bucky sat down on the same bar stool from earlier. He started opening the containers.Â
âGet whatever you like, doll. I got some of everything. I didnât know what you would like.â You didnât know what you would like either. You hadnât had Chinese takeout before. Your family would get it sometimes but there was never any left for you. âWhatâs going on in your head?â
âUm, itâs just, uh-â
âDoll, you can talk to me. The side of me you see right now, no one else sees. This is for you and you alone. I want you to be able to talk to me. I know this isnât conventional but I would like to be able to be open and honest with one another.â You wanted that too, but you werenât sure how to do it. You never had anyone to confide in. Ever. This was all so new to you, so you decided to be open and honest about everything.
âIâm not used to this, Bucky. Iâm not used to being doted on. I never get take-out. I donât get luxurious bedrooms. I get told what to do and when to do it. I donât know how to confide in someone. I donât know how to make myself at home because Iâve never had that luxury. I always get the bare minimum. Iâm the burden of my family and they let everyone know.â You hadnât realized tears started to spill over by the end of what was always on your heart. You had never told anyone this. Bucky reached for your hand nearest him. When you didnât pull away he clasped it in both of his. You could see Buckyâs eyes dim and then watch something light in them you had never seen before.
âYou will never be in the way here. You are going to be my wife and with that is going to come a lot of things youâre not used to. I can see that now. If you are ever overwhelmed please do not hesitate to tell me. I want you to be able to tell me what youâre feeling. This is new to me, too. I want to be honest with you. Granted there are some things that I do that I would rather keep you away from and I will try my best to. Doll, here you will be taken care of and doted on. You wonât even remember what it was like at that house you lived in. Weâll learn as we go along.â You didnât realize you needed to hear that. You squeezed Buckyâs hand as well as you could as he had started holding your more firmly than before.Â
âWeâll learn as we go along.â He squeezed your hand back releasing it.Â
âGreat, now that weâve talked about that. What do you want to try first?â You smiled as you pointed to some chicken that looked good. Bucky handed it to you and waited until you tried it before he grabbed something as well.Â
And thatâs how your first night went with your fiance. Trying Chinese take-out you had never had and learning how to make yourself at home. Maybe you could get used to this.
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The Avoiding Act
Warnings: unhealthy studying methods, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic
Request: Hey! Can you do MCU x Teen!reader, whose been feeling stressed out lately (I have exams coming up) and she also struggles with mental health. She constantly avoids the team because she knows they'll tell her to sit down and take a break, but one day they forcefully make her sit down and talk to them, and they're all telling her to take it easy and that they believe in her or something, and she's starts tearing up because she's never had anyone tell her reassuring things before she met the team, and one of them (preferably Bucky, Loki, Tony, or Steve) just hugs them? And like they end up watching Disney movies or something, and she falls asleep on Tony or Steve? Thank you!
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*not my gif*
Summary: Your team hasnât really seen you in over a week, and they start to grow worried
A/N: This isnât my best work- but I donât think itâs too bad; also I wrote this forever ago and just forgot to publish it
Please donât plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but Iâm asking that you donât steal my hard work
You practically had it down to a point by now. You had memorized your entire team's schedule in such a way that you could avoid them perfectly.
Steve was using the training levels at exactly 5:05 every morning, being the first one up- besides you. That was easy, just avoid all of the workout rooms. Bucky was sometimes up at that time as well, but he just stayed in his room.
Up next was Nat and Bruce. Nat would start off her day on the balcony of either her room or the one connected to the living room. Bruce would make a beeline for his lab right away and hide in there for a while. So naturally, you just skipped out on all three of those places.
Thatâs when it got complicated. The late sleepers were Sam, Tony, and Clint. Meaning, their schedules were unpredictable. But that was only in the sense that you didnât know which time they would get up. All three of them would head straight to the kitchen as soon as they got up though, so all you had to do was make sure that you werenât in there any later than 10:00.
That left your room, which you never stayed in because then they would be able to find you, and any other of the many empty rooms left in Avengers Tower.
Some might call you paranoid, but you made sure to switch rooms every two hours, that way you werenât in one place long enough for them to find you there.
The reason you were avoiding your team?
It wasnât becuase you didnât want to see them or loved them dearly, it was simply becuase you needed to study.
To outsiders, that would seem like a weird reason to be hiding from your loved ones, but not when it came to you.
When you studied, you studied.
You hardly ever took breaks- not even to eat and sleep.
And if your team knew this, there wasnât a doubt in your mind that they would try to make you take a break. To take care of yourself.
You couldnât have that happening, the biggest exam of the year was in three days and taking a break was not an option.
It was a day like any other in the past week, you were in a random conference room on the seventh floor, going on the eighth day without seeing your team for more than five minutes a day.
Like normal, you were hunched over a textbook, eyes sweeping back and forth along the pages as you eagerly tried to take in any bit of knowledge you could come upon.
It was well past dinner- not that you had eaten other than a granola bar early in the morning before the late risers made it to the kitchen- and your team, six floors up, were sitting around one of the many living rooms.
âSo youâre telling me that nobody saw Y/N today?â Steve asked, standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows creased with worry.
Clint and Sam shook their heads in sync from their respective positions on the couch in front of him. Bucky, who was leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, repeated the gesture.
Nat and Tony both let out identical signs at this, the redhead running a hand through her hair.
âItâs been like this all week,â Bruce spoke up, concern lacing his tone, âIâve hardly seen her for more than two minutes a day. Whenever I try to find her- sheâs not anywhere Iâd think she would be.â
âSame,â Natasha piped up, âItâs almost like sheâs avoiding us.â
âYou donât think⌠sheâs actually avoiding us, do you?â Sam asked, leaning forward in his seat.
Steve ran a hand down his face and sighed, âWhy would she avoid us, though?â
Even Tony had the decency not to interject with one of his normal, snide comments. Instead, he announced, âJARVIS, tell me where she is.â
The team's eyes all widened in sync, clearly none of them had once thought of using the AI system to find you.
Instead of boasting about how he was just smarter than they were like Tony normally would, he just kept his lips in a thin, closed line and awaited the answer.
âMiss. L/N is currently occupying conference room number seventy two, on the sixth floor.â JARVISâs voice rang out through the room, and everyone was on their feet in an instance.
Within the last week, every one of them had gone out of their way to try and look for you, never knowing where you were or if you were alright.
The door to your study room flew open and you let out a small yelp of surprise, jumping at the unanticipated arrival of every member of your team.
It was silent for a moment after they all pushed and shoved past each other to stumble into the room, as you all just stared at each other.
âO-oh, hey guys,â You stuttered, letting out a small, nervous chuckle, âWhatâre you doing here?â
âWhyâve you been avoiding us?â Sam blurted out without answering your question.
Multiple people face palmed and let out slight groans at his bluntness. Bucky- who was standing closest to him- slapped him upside the head. With his metal hand.
That had to hurt.
The question immediately made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, visually crawling back into your shell.
âIâm not avoiding you,â The words werenât as firm as you wouldâve liked.
âNo?â Tony asked with a singular raised eyebrow, âThen why have we only seen you for five minutes in total this week?â
You shrugged, âIâve been busy!â
âBusy doing what?â Clint prompted.
That was when you fell silent.
Your team didnât say anything, though. They just kept staring, awaiting your reply.
The silence dragged and dragged, suffocating the room and everyone in it until you couldnât take it anymore.
âStudying,â You finally said softly.
Another silence followed, but this one was broken by Bruce, âAnd how many breaks have you taken to take care of yourself?â
They all knew you so well, they knew what your study habits were like. How unhealthy they were.
You shrugged stiffly, moving your eyes to face anywhere but where they stood.
âN/n,â Nat sighed, moving over to you, âYou need to take care of yourself. This isnât healthy.â
Steve moved up beside her, watching as you still avoided looking at any of them, tears filling your eyes, âWe only say this because we care about you.â
His words were what finally made the first tear slip down your face.
âI know,â You whispered.
With a sigh, Steve opened his arms and wrapped them around you in a much needed hug.
Almost instantly, you broke down, relaxing in his arms and crying and crying until there were no tears left.
Someone from around you gently moved a piece of hair out of your face and someone else rubbed your back comfortingly.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were surrounded by your team- the people that cared for you more than anyone- who all wore soft expressions.
âLetâs take a break,â Steve whispered, stopping down to place a kiss on the top of your head, âYou deserve it.â
Sniffling slightly, you nodded and allowed your team to lead you away and to one of the living rooms.
Tony had announced that you would all be having a movie night and you would be the one to pick what to watch.
Normally, there would be a lot fighting and bickering about what movie- but nobody said a word this time.
Some went off to get snacks- others getting blankets- as you all spread out around the room comfortably.
You ended up between Steve and Nat on the couch, the ladder absentmindedly running her fingers through your hair whilst you picked what you wanted to watch.
In the end, you settled on an old Disney classic, and weâre able to settle in while the opening music began to play.
âThank you, guys.â You said softly to the room, truly meaning it.
âNo need to thank us, n/n. Weâre here for you. No matter what.â Steve said from beside you.
By the time the credits rolled around, you were fast asleep, breathing steadily with your head resting against Steveâs shoulder.
Said man smiled down softly at you, making sure to keep his movements to a minimum as you got some much needed sleep, surrounded by your loved ones.
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Yandere Wanda Maximoff Headcanons (platonic-ish)
She doesnât quite know when or how it happened but somehow her darling came into her life, even after everything. Wanda hadnât thought sheâd ever grow close to someone again, she never thought sheâd end up gaining a friend after all the loses sheâs had to endure. She didnât even really know how much she desperately craved having a friend until she had you.
Wanda tries not to come off clingy, she doesnât want to risk you pulling away because of it. She really doesnât know what to do with herself when it comes to being around you. She doesnât want to do anything to ruin the wonderful thing sheâs been gifted. It would really take for you to be the one to instigate showing her even the slightest bit of affection or just the smallest amount of physical contact for her to allow herself to feel like she can do the same to you now. And now that she can she canât help herself, she just wants to give all the love and affection she can muster. She never wants you to feel like youâre going without, no matter how small it may be.
Wanda knows what itâs like to be touch starved and lonely, she would make it her purpose to ensure you donât ever have to feel that way. That you never have to go without or question whether you even deserve any form of affection to begin with.
Wanda would do her best to appeal more to you, she doesnât only want to be what you need but what you would want too. She would adopt whatever trait or habit you seem to be drawn to if only to ensure her place in your life.
You would never have to ask for anything with Wanda. Except maybe some space and privacy, even then youâre most likely to never really get any again after sheâs come into your life, but other than that your needs are all met and more. The thing about Wanda is that she puts her all into everything. Your care is her utmost priority, even if she believes you need more than you actually do. Wanda is a nurturer and in her mind you came in to her life when she had nothing at all, when she was completely lost. You saved her, you brought some meaning to her life again and she wants to repay you by taking care of you, by becoming something similar to what youâve become to her.
Sheâs lost so much. All sheâs ever wanted was something she could hold onto and love. Now she has you to do just that. She finally has something, someone to give her love and attention to, to hold in her embrace once more. And Wanda is not going to lose you, not after everything else sheâs had taken away from her.
I think given everything that Wandaâs been through, everyone sheâs had torn away from her, I could see her platonic and romantic feelings kind of mixing together. Her darling starts out being strictly platonic until she delves deeper into her obsession and the boundaries of her affections begins to blur together at some point. Her darling has inevitably become her everything so there for she in turn gives them her all, her everything.
Wanda would be extremely fragile in more ways than one. After everything sheâs been through itâs to be expected. Sheâs really tried taking in and living as normally as she could after you came into her life but thereâs only so much she can take. Having to watch her darling interact with others on a daily basis it really starts to stir something deep inside her, something very possessive.
It really wouldnât take much for her to come to the conclusion of taking you away from the life youâve known and bringing you into her new world, an entire place sheâs made just for the two of you. Sheâs spent a lot of time working on it, not to mention sheâs learned from the Westview situation too so itâs entirely secluded without anyone else having to be or ending up thrown into like before. Itâs strictly just you and Wanda.
Wanda wouldnât be able to handle any animosity or resentment from you. Any kind of negative response would just break her all the more. Sheâs trying her best, canât you see that? Canât you just be good and give in to the world sheâs created for you? This is all for you after all, just a world meant for you and her to be together in with no interruptions or obstacles. In this life, you two are the only one either of you can truly depend on in her mind.
You may not see it, yet, but you need her and she needs you more than anything else. Youâre her last shred of being able to experience the life sheâs always wanted, her last hope for normalcy, even if your situation isnât exactly ânormalâ. She doesnât even know sheâs doing it but sheâs putting her everything onto you, plunging you into her darkness along with her, unconsciously. If she knew what she was doing she would hate herself all the more for it and try to protect you from herself but at this point she just canât see it. And honestly she doesnât want to see it. Any of it. As far as sheâs concerned this is fine, everything is fine and if itâs not then sheâll make it that way.
Her overprotectiveness is out of this world, especially at this point in time. Sheâs lost so much, has had so much ripped away from her but she wonât let it happen again. Not with you. Youâre her last chance, her last bit of sanity clinging on still, if she loses you too then whatâs the point to anything anymore. Whatâs the point to anyone getting to be happy if not even she can experience her own shred of happiness. Why should she be the only one to suffer? There was a time where she would gladly take on any suffering to protect others from ever having to experience it themself but now itâs all she knows and she desperately wants it to end. Wanda just wants to be happy and youâre her new found happiness so you can imagine how far sheâd go to protect you, ensuring you stay by her side.
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Wade: Logan and I are having a baby!
Y/N: That's gre-
Wade, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.
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Obsessed
Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.
Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.
A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.
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This is terrible.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that couldâve ever happen to yo-
âWould you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!â Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.
You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.
Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.
But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.
What a lovely best friend you have.
Anyways.
Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.
âSheâs here!â Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Buckyâs face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.
Sheâs here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, sheâs here? In the Compound?
Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didnât even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.
Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.
âDonât overthink this.â She tells you when sheâs sure she has your attention. âItâs probably just a friend visiting.â She tries to comfort you, but you both know thatâs highly unlikely.Â
Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesnât know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything heâs been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a personâs eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.
So who the fuck is here just to see him?Â
Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when youâre like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because thatâs how much she loves you.
Big mistake.
âY/N! Y/N!â The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And thatâs about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.
âHi, Maguna!â You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. âYou seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?â
Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, âNo! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.â
You frown, confused at what sheâs talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.
You love Morgan, sheâs like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers youâre her favorite, much to everyoneâs dismay. She calls them all âauntâ and âuncleâ, but youâre just Y/N. Youâre her big sister, you donât need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.
Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and⌠Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.
Youâve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and youâre grateful to her for it. Sheâs important to Bucky, and you canât believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.
You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.
âHi, Iâm Shuri.â She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.
Thereâs a bit of an awkward pause and youâre about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.
âSheâs a princess and sheâs really pretty, but I still like you better.â She whispers and you canât help but laugh.
God, you love this little girl.
You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.
Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.
âSo, this is the girl, huh? Sheâs pretty.â Shuri says and your heart skips a beat.Â
You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.
Of course heâd like someone more like Sharon. Sheâs pretty, sheâs talented, sheâs a total badass and sheâs not afraid to go after what she wants.
Sheâs not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time sheâs even near Bucky.
Itâs time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesnât see you like that and you need to move on.Â
Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.
What you donât see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why sheâs smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.
Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that sheâs never gonna let him live this down.
Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.
He obviously makes you uncomfortable, youâre always stuttering when heâs around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. Heâs just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.
So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.
But he knows thatâs never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that canât even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, thatâs definitely not your type.
Bucky accepts the truth: He doesnât deserve you and you donât see him like that anyways.Â
It doesnât matter that Sam thinks heâs obsessed, that wonât stop him from looking at you whenever heâs lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.
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Hey can I request a wanda x fem reader where wanda and reader are dating and wanda knows this sweet side of the reader but one day the avengers go on a mission and need readerâs help because she is a CEO of a company bigger than stark industries and she is all badass and destroys whomever the avengers need destroyed.would love nat, tony and reader friendship.
The CEO
Summary: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1440
a/n: Iâm sorry I donât know how to be intimidating
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69
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âHeâs not giving us anything.â Natasha walks into the room, where Wanda and Tony are watching the interrogation room. âHe keeps asking for his lawyer.â
âCanât you like,â Tony imitates punching sounds, âdo that to get through to him.â
âIt doesnât work like that.â Natasha rolls her eyes. âAt the end of the day, we donât have hard evidence he is the behind the organization.â
A particular organization has been tormenting the Avengers for a long time now. Theyâve started attacks against people and buildings, destroying many important properties and killing people. Yet, they have always hidden any possible leads.
Until now. They finally caught someone, Mr Blight. The groupâs clean up crew made a mistake and left evidence on site, bringing the Avengers to him.
After bringing him to the compound for interrogation an hour ago, theyâve gotten nowhere. Heâs smart, he knows what they can and canât do, which is why they have to think something different before they run out of time.
Wanda stares at screen, deep in thought. âWhere did you say he worked at?â
âHe is one of the owners of the Blight Industries.â Tony glances at the file they have on him. Itâs a thin file. âDo you know him?â
âI think his company works with Y/Nâs company.â
âMiss bubblegumâs company?â He frowns, looking at the man though the monitor. âReally?â
âOh, thisâll be fun.â Natasha grins. âShe can help us, right?â She turns to Wanda.
Taking out her phone, Wanda starts texting her girlfriend. âUh, yeah. I think she could help us.â She mumbles, a bit unsure on bringing her into an Avengers mission. âAre you sure this is a good idea?â
Wanda and Y/N have been dating for two months, theyâre still in very much their honeymoon phase, neither really talking about work things. However, Natasha and Y/N have been friends for a long time. She actually introduced the couple to each other. She also still continuously reminds them of this, taking great pride into making their relationship happen.
âOh, yeah. Sheâll be able to crack him.â
Tony and Wanda both frown. âAm I missing something here?â He points at Natasha. âHow will little miss sunshine help us?â
âYouâll be in for a treat.â
Tony pushes Mr Blight forward when the elevator comes to a stop. He is already looking nervous, he recognizes where they are. âWait.â Tony looks around the building. âWhy did neither of you tell me Y/N is the CEO of the biggest company in the US? Iâve been trying to get a meeting with the boss for ages about Stark Industries, but I always get a negative answer.â
Letting out a short laugh, Natasha leads them in front of Y/Nâs office. âMaybe your company isnât that important.â She mumbles, throwing him a look. Knocking on the door, she opens it for Mr Blight when a faint come in comes from the other side. âDonât shake too much, she can sense fear.â Natasha whispers with a smirk when he walks past her.
Wanda furrows her brows, moving in front of the window. The blinds are mostly shut, but she can see inside the room through a small crack. Natasha and Tony move next to her, the latter being a lot less inconspicuous about snooping.
âNatasha, care to tell us how sheâll help us?â
âShe breaks anyone who walks into that room.â
Y/N is working on her computer, completely ignoring Mr Blight walking into the room. He closes the door behind him, slowly making his voice towards the table.
He clears his throat, but Y/N pays no mind to it. âShould I- sit? Or, maybe..â
âWhat do you usually do when you walk inside someone elseâs office, Mr Blight?â She finally lifts up her head from the screen.
Nodding, Mr Blight sits down to one of the chairs. He lays his hands on his lap, though he canât stop moving them.
âWe have been business partners for a long time, have we not, Mr Blight?â Y/N sits on her office chair with the perfect posture, her hands laying on the table. The look on her face is neutral, but terrifying.
Mr Blight clears his throat before answering, so Y/N wouldnât hear it shake. âYes, we have.â
âSo,â sighing, Y/N shakes her head, âimagine my surprise when I hear youâve made an enemy out of the Avengers.â She tilts her head, making Mr Blight gulp. âDo you understand how this looks like to my company, that I have worked so hard to build from the ground up?â
âI- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.â
âSee, I donât think you do.â She stands up, leaning closer to him. âYouâre making this more difficult for everyone involved by not telling the truth.â
âRespectfully, Miss Y/L/N, I have spoken the truth. I have no ties w-â
âHave you?â Y/N interrupts him. She stands up properly and turns her monitor to face Mr Blight. âYouâre aware that I know everything, correct?â He nods. âSo, what youâre telling me is, if I open these files over here,â she points towards the files shown on her monitor, âthere will be nothing about you deciding to join the organization two months ago?â
His eyes widen. He tries to hide his expressions, but nothing goes unnoticed by her. Mr Blight opens his mouth to say something, anything to save his name, but nothing comes out.
âOn the second of September, you made a donation to a charity, which then send out that money to a third party.â She reads through one of the files. âYouâve been making consistent visits to Washington DC once a week, in the guise of visiting family. However, I remember you telling me your family move abroad last summer, is that right?â
âWell, yes, but-â
âBut, what Mr Blight?â Her voice raises a notch. She stares him down, crossing her arms over her chest. âDo you have some other excuses? Or lies perhaps?â
He shakes his head in defeat. âI will talk to the Avengers.â He mumbles. Y/N raises her brow, waiting for something more. âAnd I will tell them everything.â
Y/N smiles, expressing him to stand up, which he does. âA pleasure. Remember to tell Blight Industries we arenât working together anymore before you get locked up, would you?â She shakes his hand when he doesnât know what to answer, before pointing to the door. âYou may leave.â
Mr Blight opens the office door, getting grabbed by a SHIELD agent and pulled away. Natasha, Tony and Wanda stay behind, stepping into the office.
âHi!â Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she waves at them. âSo glad to see you guys. I hope I was able to help.â She kisses Wanda before hugging Natasha.
Tony is looking at her with an indescribable look. âYou, are a fraud.â
âWhat do you mean?â Y/N frowns, tilting her head to the side.
âThat!â Tony points at her. âYou did that while talking to Mr Blight and looked scary, just like witchy woo over here when she does her thing, and now-â he moves his hands around her and Wanda, ânow you look like a cinnamon roll.â
With a grin, Natasha throws her hand over Y/Nâs shoulders, pulling her closer. âShe has been my secret weapon for years. You donât understand how many people she has broken.â
Wanda stays quiet as she listens to the conversation. She has only seen the sweet side of Y/N, but she isnât necessarily disappointed by the other side either.
âI think I like you even more now.â Tony pats her arm. âNow, do you think we could talk about a collaboration between Stark Ind-â
âNo.â Y/N states. âThereâs a reason I always tell you no.â She smiles sweetly at him. âNow, if you donât mind, I still have work to do.â
âThank you for your help, Iâll see you later.â Natasha grabs Tonyâs suit and pulls him away from the room, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone.
âHi.â Y/N smiles.
âHey.â With a brow raised, Wanda stares at her. âThat was different.â She mumbles, wrapping her arms around Y/Nâs waist. âI kind of liked it.â Using her magic, she closes and locks the door.
âOh, really?â Y/N grins, her arms going around Wandaâs neck. She giggles as Wanda starts kissing her neck while pushing her backwards. âDonât you have work to do?â
Wanda lifts Y/N, so sheâs sitting on the table. âI have some time.â With a smirk, she goes right back to attacking her neck.
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A angst request where tony stark visiting his little sister reader in the hospital, stage 3 Leukemia cancer. Tony tells her about everything including being ironman and his team. Sister stark! reader gets to meet his team
Nice surprise
a/n- the end was a bit rushed but i am currently going through my drafts
Tony sat at his desk zeroed in on a mission a report that heâs set off to the side for weeks and weeks, not worried about if another shield agent called his phone asking for the mission report like some landlord begging for rent, but that was ok because Tony never really worried about much, the reasoning behind this was because he had pretty much all the money in the world to fix whatever issue that popped up. That was until that one call from the hospital when the doctor said his little sister had Cancer and there was pretty much nothing he could do about it except hope for the best. That was a problem money couldnât fix, well he tried anyway, paying for all of the treatments known to mankind but still no positive result occurred.
When Tonys mind drifted to the thought of his sick little sister, FRIDAY suddenly came on âMr. Stark you have a call from doctor Reyesâ Tony suddenly shot up from his seat. That was your doctor, did something go wrong? What if something terrible happened to you? Tony took a deep breath and paced around the room.
âPut him on speaker friday.â
âYes, Mr. Starkâ
Suddenly the doctors familiar voice echoed around the room
âMr. Stark I have good news and bad news about your sisterâ The doctor spoke firmly but Tony could hear the nervousness in his voice as the doctor spoke.
âGive me the good news first Reyesâ
âGood news, we have been seeing improvements from the treatments, and we think if she can fight it off a little longer before she gets to stage four, we might be able to get most of the Cancerous cells out of her body before they spread even more.â
Tony sighed and smiled a little bit, he was glad there was going to be a little light in this situation, so that it would give him hope that the bad news wouldnât be as bad as he thought it would be.
âI am very relieved to hear that doctor Reyes, and what about the bad news?â
âUnfortunately, your sister has moved on to stage three leukemia cancer, and who knows how long until she gets to stage four, but we were hoping you could come in and visit her. She took the news pretty hard and has asked to see you all day today. I think it would make her day but we do not want to hassle you Mr. Stark, we know you are a busy man.â
As soon as the doctor said that youâve asked to see him all day, Tony was already halfway putting his jacket on and out the office door, Tony quickly respond with âThank you doctor Reyes, I will be there in about ten minutesâ, once the call ended, Tony practically sprinted out the front doors of the compound, rushing to his car quickly.
When Tony pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, he was able to gather himself again. As many times as he visited you, it was hard, harder than almost everything else heâs ever done or fought, but he had to have hope for you because Tony loved you with his whole heart, youâre some of his only family left, his rock, the one person that stuck beside him when everyone else left. He pretty much couldnât live without you.
Tony checked into the hospital counter and signed his name on the visitor sheet, and made his way down the hallway, with a teddy bear in hand and since Heâs visited you one too many times, he practically knows the hospital like the back of his hand.
Once Tony gets to your room and opens the door slowly, he sees you look at the direction of the door and you shoot up from your bed happily âTony!! I missed you, what are you doing here?â Tony chuckled and bent down in front of your bed to give you a hug. âHey kiddo, I just came by to see how you were doing, I missed youâ Your mood seemed to drastically change when he said that. âDoctor Reyes told you to come didnât he..â Tony stopped and sat down in the chair next to your bed and held your hand.
âYes, yes he did but that does not mean I donât want to see my favorite little sister, I love you okay?â
You seemed to crack a smile that made Tony's grin light up also âIâm your only little sisterâ, you responded with a bit of laughter in your voice
âExactly, and I wouldnât have it any other wayâ
Silence seemed to take over the room as you finished up your multitude of questions for your brother, Tony seemed to have one of his own, he then asked âIf you would want to do anything in the whole world, what would it be?â you smiled and pretended to have a pondering look on your face then answered âI probably would want to meet the avengers, especially Captain america and Iron manâ, Tony perked up and grinned and looked around then back to you.
âWell, would you like to hear a really really awesome secret..but you canât tell anybody okay?â You looked at your brother intently while he spoke and nodded your head quickly, eyebrows furrowed. âTell me, tell me, I promise to keep it a secretâ, Tony smiled then said
âIâm Iron man..â
You looked at him suspiciously and said âNuh uh, prove it.â, Tony stood up and pushed a button that summoned the suit onto his body then quickly took it off, looking down at you while your eyes were widened in awestruck he spoke âDo you believe me now?â, you looked at him and questions started to flow out of your mouth.
âDoes that mean your friends with the avengers?â
âHave you fought any monster aliens?â
âDo you know Captain America?â
âHave you been to space!?â
Tony laughed and pushed you gently so your back was resting against the bed âYes, to all of those questions, but-â, Tony got cut off right in the middle of his sentence as a feminine voice interrupted âUm, I am so sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are now closed, if you would be kind enough to make yourself out, thank youâ, Tony nodded and went over to your bed to give you a quick peck on your head and whisper something in your ear, and you seemed to nod excitedly at the information spilled to you.
The next day Tony had made arrangements to make a perfect visiting time and clear all of the other avengers schedules for you to meet them, he knew this would mean a lot to you and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure this was perfect.
Tony got to the hospital with two other cars following him, all the avengers known, packed in three cars and he couldnât wait to see the smile on your face, Tony then spoke âIâm sorry I had to disturb anyone's plans, but I know this would mean a lot to my sister, sheâs just a kid that got handed a rough handâ, Steve responded with a sympathetic look on his face and responded âitâs really no trouble Tony, weâve all agreed that we would do anything just to make it a little bit better for herâ the others around him seemed to nod in agreement âbut still, thank you allâ, Steve smiled back âanytime Starkâ.
While walking into the hospital, and checking into the visitors sheet seemed to take twice as long, Tony knew the look on your face would all be worth it. As they all stood in front of the door to your room he opened it slowly and you popped up quickly.
âTony! Youâre back!â
âI am back, but I have some friends with me alsoâ
You tilted your head, until room people walked through the door and you gasped with a wide grin on your face.
âThank you Tony! Youâre the best big brother ever, I love you so muchâ
Tony went over to hug you, and all the avengers watched in awe at how loving their boss could be, but soon enough they all sat next to you, ready to answer any questions that you may have had, and they all stayed until visiting time was over, while you were sad they had to leave as they gave you their goodbye hugs. The only person in the room left at the end was Tony, as he came over and sat next to you. You felt your eyes tear up and gave your brother a tight hug then spoke
âThank you Tony, you really donât know how much this means to me, I love youâ
âI love you even more, but I always want you to know that I would travel the moon and back for youâ
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Y/N: Buck?! Why is your arm in my dishwasher?!
Bucky: my dishwasher broke
Y/N: gee I wonder why
Bucky: itâs not because of the arm!
Y/N: dude I got dishes to wash, take your arm out!
Bucky pulls out his robotic armâŚ
Y/N: oh wow it does clean well
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