#pony tony coming soon

[rainbowbatsy]

HORSE FUENTES & PONYIADO!??!

[xxnaiaxx]

Chapter 9: The Party

“Black or red?” you pull out two dresses from your wardrobe and show them to Wanda. You had been at this for half an hour emptying out almost half of your closet trying to choose an outfit for the party. None of the dresses you picked out made you feel like they were it. Wanda sighs, “Y/n you’re going to look hot in whatever you wear.” You groan out in frustration, “Wands I need to pick out the perfect dress, I’ve never had a party be about me and I need to make sure I look good.” She gets up from your bed and into your closet, she decides to help you browse since the both of you need to start showering and getting ready soon. She pulls out a deep blue spaghetti strapped dress. It was v-neck in the front, with sparkles. “This is it!” she holds it next to her face, a wide grin planted. “You will look totally hot in this. Who knows, maybe even get lucky tonight?” she says. “No getting lucky. I think we should see what other options we have.” you say nervously, the thought of anyone looking at you for too long made you feel a little uncomfortable. “No, this is it. Y/n we’ve been here for half an hour and we both need to start getting ready. You’re going to look stunning in this, trust me.” she takes your hand in hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze. You sign in defeat and take the dress out of her hands, placing it on your bed. She squeals, jumping up and down suddenly pulling you into a hug. 

It was 7:45pm and you were about done with the finishing touches of your makeup. You decided to go for a neutral smokey eye, not wanting to take too much attention from the dress, some beige stilettos, and a messy high pony. You hear a knock on the door and quickly splash on your favorite perfume. “Wow!” says Wanda once you open the door, she takes a minute to look at your figure. “You look amazing!” You blush, “Right back at you!” She puts her arm out, “Are you ready my lady?” You giggle at her silliness, “Are you my escort?”

“Why, yes. Yes I am” she smiles, her green irises glistening. 

“Who put you up to this?” you raise an eyebrow suspiciously. Her face drops, “This is your first Tony Stark party, I know how overwhelming it can be and just wanted to make sure you got there alright even though it's downstairs.” You give her a soft smile, suddenly feeling like an asshole for questioning her intentions. She puts her arm back out and you look yours in hers. As you both begin to walk towards the booming music you say “Thank you.” She only gives you a smile and a nod. As you both make your way down the stairs, you feel as an overwhelming amount of eyes begin to fall on you. The attention makes you nervous. Wanda walks you over to the boys in which each takes their turn to compliment the both of you. Your eyes travel the room in search of a certain redhead, who you hadn’t talked to since the both of you got interrupted the other day. Not that it had been either of your fault, the not seeing each other I mean. Since then she had been sent on a two day mission to gather some more intel on Hydra. You find her behind the bar, a smile creeping up on your face. You excuse yourself from Wanda and the boys and head her way, she doesn’t notice you at first until she does. Her eyes trail down your figure multiple times, the last stopping at your chest. 

“Natasha Romanoff you’re no better than a man.” you tease and she gives her signature smirk. 

“You look…beautiful.” she says taking another opportunity to observe your figure. 

“So do you, what’s a girl like you doing behind the bar?” you say leaning on the counter. 

“Fella done me wrong.” The both of you chuckle. “Can I get you anything?”

“Whiskey sour, please.”

“Coming right up my lady.” Once she finishes the drink she sets it in front of you, garnishing it with a cherry and orange slice. She takes her martini and exits from behind the counter and makes her way next to you. The two of you converse and others approach you, mainly to get to know you and congratulate you. Eventually Nat leaves your side allowing you to converse with others who demanded your attention. When you finally think you’re done with the polite talk and have a moment to yourself, you feel a hand on your buttock. Your body tenses at the unfamiliar hand. 

“My oh my, wouldn’t I love to take you home.” says the man. You choke on your drink, “Ex-Excuse me?”

“I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you.” the man says, his eyes focusing on your chest. You uncomfortably shift positions attempting to cover your chest with your arms, inevitably making it worse since crossing your arms made your breasts look bigger. “I’ve got an idea of how tonight is going to end, and I see you in my bed.”

“Is everything okay babe?” you feel as a red head’s arms wrap around your waist. You look up at her confused as to why the sudden affection and pet name. She pulls you closer to her and you get the hint, “Uh.. yeah love. This man was just talking about how tonight was going to end.” She raises her eyebrow at the man and you can see fear in his eyes, “Is that so? Care to share?” she says more as a demand than an actual question. You knew this was just an act, Nat always paid attention to you and when she noticed your body language towards this dude she decided to take matters into her own hands. But, you couldn't help but get butterflies at her “fake” possessive nature. “I-I was just telling her how beautiful she is. You know you shouldn’t leave her alone at a party like this.” he stutters.  She unwraps her arm from your waist and moves in front of you in a protective stance leaning towards the man, “Touch my girl again, and your hands won't be the only thing I cut off.” She grabs your hand and pulls you away from the bar, once again her hands wrap around your waist and you’re weak at the knees at how Natasha defended you. You knew that you two were nothing more than friends but the way she referred to you as her girl, if the two of you were alone you would’ve been down on your knees. You snap out of your thoughts, “Thank you… for what you did back there.” She turns to you, body inches away and she just smiles before sitting with the rest of the team. 

You all spent about an hour just talking and messing around with each other. You had a few drinks and while you weren’t drunk you could feel yourself getting there. The music began to pick up at the party, Wanda and you were singing at the top of your lungs and dancing on each other while the team just laughed. It wasn’t until “Best Friend” by Doja Cat and Sasweetie came on that Wanda pulled you onto the dance floor with her hands around your waist. Wanda was definitely drunk, Vision tried to convince her to call it a night but she refused because she was having too much fun. The two of you began dancing on each other, your arms wrapped around her neck occasionally and twerking on one another. Eventually some of the team mates joined the two of you. In between songs Wanda grabs you and pulls you closer to her, leaning into your ear she says “Someone hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night.” It was hard to hear her over the loud music, “What??” you say. She nods her head towards Natasha who was still sitting over where you guys had been earlier sipping a beer. You make your way to her, making sure to grab a glass of champagne. 

“Come dance with us.” you lay your hand out for her to grab but she nods, taking another sip of her beer. “Pleaseeeee.” you beg pulling her arm in an attempt to get her off the sofa chair. “I don’t dance Y/n” she responds. You continue to pull her arm like a kid trying to convince her mom to buy her a toy. The glass of champagne had started to make its way into your bloodstream, you stumbled over your own two feet landing on Nat’s lap. She wraps her arm around your waist to keep you secured, “You’re drunk Y/n.” You laugh and not your head wrapping one of your arms around her broad shoulder. “I can assure you I’m not, but I will be soon. Dance with me, pleaseee.” You pout at her hoping to convince her, she sighs in defeat. “Just one dance. One.” You get up from her lap and grin stretching from cheek to cheek, you grab her hand leading her to the dance floor, but before she grabs a glass of champagne and gulps it down. The two of you join the rest of the team dancing, while Natasha only promised one dance she ended up doing more than one song and you were glad to see her enjoying herself. The liquor finally sets in and while you’re still conscious of your actions, you’re most definitely tipsy and so is Nat. You decide to take a break and sit down on the sofa taking a sip of water, Natasha follows behind you and does the same. 

“Are you okay?” she asks. You nod, “Just feeling the liquor.” She gets up and reaches her hand to you, “Why don’t we call it a night?” You take her hand and follow behind her hand in hand to the living quarters. The two of you reach your door, she lets go of your hand, “Goodnight Y/n.” She softly smiles before turning her back to walk towards her room, you missed the warmth of her touch wanting to find it again. “N-Nat!” She turns to face you, a crease forming in between her eyebrows. “Thank you.” you say, your gaze dropping to the floor as your body leans against the wall. She looks at you confused, “For?” she responds, her gaze examining your body language. “For one, saving me from that creep at the bar. But, for dancing with me. I know it's not your environment but it made me happy.” you chuckle attempting to hide the light pink shade forming on your cheeks as Nat steps closer to you, “I had a good time tonight.” you look up awaiting a response only to notice that she's inches away from you. “Mmm.. so did I.” she leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek. She intensely looks into your eyes before leaning in to kiss your lips. You’re in pure shock before kissing back. You’re not going to lie but you had thought about what it felt like to kiss Nat, but she was your friend and you were still afraid to fall for someone as you did for Sharon. The two of you pull away your faces close enough to feel each other's breath, “We can’t do this.” She nods in agreement but neither of you steps away, her eyes shift from yours to your lips and back up to your eyes. Your lips interlock again, hungrily. She pushes you against your door, her hands wrapped around your waist. You manage to open your door, and she takes this as the opportunity to lift you up, your legs wrapped around her torso and her hands supporting your butt as she makes her way to your bed. She toys with the zipper, “I want you.” She mumbles in between kisses. “Have all of me,” you respond breathily. You feel her begin to tug at the zipper impatiently, “Can I?” she breaks the kiss to ask. You nod and she unzips your dress, you help by pulling it down your legs. She takes a minute to examine your naked figure, her silence begins to make you insecure until she finally breaks the silence, “God you’re beautiful.” The two of you begin to make out once again, you also removing her dress in the process. One of your hands holds her waist while the other is tangled in her red hair. She begins to kiss your neck, instinctively you lean your head back allowing her access. Her lips, tongue, and teeth skillfully make you feel weak in your knees as they move down to your chest. She wraps her lips around your breast and uses the other to massage your other breast. “Natasha.” you breathfully moan. “Is that making you feel good?” she asks and you moan in response. You feel the heat between your legs begins to increase, “Nat, please.” 

She gives into your begging. Natasha spreads your legs and isn’t shy to dive into your core. She licks through your folds taking your clit into her mouth. “Fuck Natasha!” you shout as you feel yourself reaching the edge. Without warning she inserts her finger into your wet core, and you arch your back at the sudden move. She slides her finger in and out as her thumb continues to play with your clit. “Nat I-I.” you try to make a full sentence, “It's okay detka.” She inserts two fingers now, each time more aggressively. You take her by the neck and bring her to your lips, moaning as she inserts her tongue into your mouth allowing you to taste yourself. You feel your core explode with juices as she has caused you to finish. 

You lay your head on her bare chest as you regulate your breathing back to normal. “That was amazing,” you say to Nat your face buried in the crook of her neck. Nat chuckles as she rubs circles on your back. Sleepily you lift your head and support with one arm, “It's your turn.” Natasha looks at you confused, “To be pleased.” you add. “Oh, honey… I’m pleased to provide you with pleasure,” she says and pulls you back into her chest. The two of you fall asleep, your naked bodies intertwined.

[loudlooks]

Valentine’s Nap

Wrote this about a week ago after @hopeless-nostalgiac tagged me in this post. Didn’t like how it turned out, and figured I’d write and post one of the other two ideas I had, flare up got worse, forgot all about this until I saw a Valentine’s day ad this morning and figured I might as well post this with a Valentine angle now that my brain is operating at 30%.

Word count: 1076

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A faint tap against her foot, and her hand flew to the gun on her right hip before her eyes had fully opened. The slight amusement in her boss’s blue eyes, combined with the soft smile on his lips, instantly relaxed her mind and body. The soft breathing and warm body leaning heavily into her left side made her want to doze off again.

“Shift change,” Gibbs said, resisting a chuckle when Tony replied with incomprehensible mumbling.

“Tony,” Ziva said softly, stifling a yawn.

More mumbling.

She repeated his name more loudly, gently elbowing him, feeling Gibbs’s stare heavy on both of them.

Tony smacked his lips and opened his eyes slowly. A smile lit up his whole face as soon as his gaze met hers, and she couldn’t help but smile back brightly, warmth spreading through her body.

“Hi,” Tony said in a husky voice she would never grow tired of.

“Hi,” Gibbs replied with mock pleasantry.

Ziva’s sleep-deprived brain flashed back to Eli walking in on her making out with an IDF soldier he had explicitly forbidden her to see. She sat up straight as a board on the old worn-out couch, jostling Tony—who was mid-yawn—wide awake. The amusement in her boss’s eyes had been replaced with suspicion, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that.

Nervous energy made her bolt off the couch, and walk out of the room while giving Gibbs a tight smile.

McGee looked over his shoulder as she approached him at the window. “Did you get some sleep?”

Avoiding eye contact by looking through the binoculars, she curtly said, “yes.”

“So, not a lot?”

Ziva lowered the binoculars an inch. She had slept quite well, actually, but did have a reputation, not to mention a ruse, to uphold. “Tony was snoring in my ear.” She blinked slowly, remembering his warm breath on her face and how the soft sound of his breathing had lulled her to sleep.

At the sound of Tony’s footsteps she dropped the binoculars, and looked for his reflection in the window. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he stepped in between them, and glimpsed over his shoulder.

“What’s up with the boss?” He asked McGee with a nod at the other room.

“Nothing,” McGee said, and fleetingly looked at Ziva. “Maybe your snoring annoyed him?”

Tony stopped trying to flatten his hair with his hands, and glared at McGee. “I do not snore.”

Ziva made a bee-line to the other side of the small room, and sat down in front of the surveillance monitors, unable to focus on any of them.

“Ziva said-“

“Ziva said what?” Tony interrupted.

She glanced at him, unable to read his expression, then actually focused on the monitors showing nothing out of the ordinary.

He approached her from behind, and casually flicked her pony tail. “Do you have a problem with my breathing, agent David?”

Ziva bit her bottom lip and evaded his gaze. She knew exactly what she would find there and didn’t need that kind of distraction while working.

For once, Gibbs’s impeccable timing worked in her favor, as he entered the room and declared he was going to get take-out. “What do y’all want?”

“I want a Valentine’s date,” Tony said, disappointment lacing his words.

“You’re not my type,” Gibbs replied, then handed a take-out menu to Ziva.

She accepted the slightly crumpled piece of paper, but refused to look at either of them, knowing full-well the look on Tony’s face would crack her up.

“Will you stop complaining,” McGee said testily, “you’re not the only who had to cancel a date.”

Tony walked over to McGee and placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I know this may come as a shock to you, probie, but playing video games with your girlfriend is not the same as a date.”

Ziva swiveled her chair around to face both of them. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Tony raised an eyebrow at the challenging look she gave him. “I went all out for this date, made reservations months ago, fancy dinner at a French restaurant, a little dancing afterwards, the perfect gift she’s been eyeing for a month.”

Ziva frowned at the mention of the gift. While she was half expecting him to buy her some flimsy negligée or something, she had never actually brought that up.

Grinning widely at her confusion, Tony added, “Something subtle, not meant to be seen, that fits perfectly around her very elegant ankle.”

Her lips parted and heart swelled as she realized he was talking about the ankle holster she had mentioned thumbing through last month’s Guns magazine. She knew he paid close attention to her likes and dislikes, but somehow small things like this still caught her off-guard.

The warmth in his eyes sent a tingle down her spine as he walked up to her.

“Are you implying that all the thought and effort I put into –“ he caught himself just in time, “my Valentine’s date, is the same as gaming?”

Her desire to close the distance between them was kept in check by the presence of Gibbs and McGee. She licked her lips and inhaled deeply, never breaking eye contact. Fancy dates were fun, but she appreciated the quiet evenings they spent at home just as much. “Perhaps not quite gaming, but something more…relaxing and intimate.”

“Like napping,” Gibbs interjected.

Ziva smiled widely, holding up the paper menu and pointing it at Gibbs. “Yes! Oh…” Her demeanor deflated somewhat at the knowing look in her boss’s eyes.

Gibbs took the menu from her, a conflicted look on his face. He stared at Tony, whose only reply was jutting his chin. When he met Ziva’s eyes once more, a slow smile had spread on his lips. Without bothering to take anyone’s order, he headed for the front door. “I’ll bring you two back some candles.”

Relieved their boss wasn’t going to make things difficult for them, she smiled widely at Tony, who let out a heavy sigh.

“Why is he bringing candles?” McGee said while looking through the binoculars.

Ziva chuckled, focusing her attention on the monitors, as Tony shook his head and placed his hands on McGee’s shoulders, forcing him to face him.

“Timmy, remember when you wrote that book about us?”

McGee’s brows furrowed. “I told you, that wasn’t about you…” He glanced at Ziva, then back at Tony. “Oh!”

[scarlet-rose22]

sesame street puppy playdate

It was a sunny day in Sesame street, a furry red monster was in his room excitedly playing with his puppy "Is tango excited for her puppy playdate with Rose?" Elmo asked his puppy who barked wagging her tail "Yeah you are, Elmo's excited too! Elmos gonna play with Julia!" He beamed then heard his Daddy "Elmo, Tango, breakfast!" Louie called "Coming Daddy!" Elmo shouted back "Come on Tango it's breakfast time!" He said then yelped as he was somehow dragged by his puppy who was barking up a storm as she raced to the kitchen "Bye Dorthey!" the 3 in a half year old shouted to his fish, "Morning son, Morning Tango!" Mae Elmo's mommy greeted them putting Tango's bowl full of puupy chow on the floor which the hungry puppy dove into "So are you excited about your playdate with Julia and Rose!" She asked eating breakfast "Yeah Mommy, Elmo, Tango, Julia, and Rose are gonna have so much fun!" Elmo cried out, as Louie and Mae laughed. After breakfast, Elmo grabbed his favorite toy Baby David so that Julia's bunny Fluffster could have someone to play with too, and his other toys as well as Tango's favorite toys, he was walking Tango all by himself while Louie and Mae watched carring their toys, when they finally arrived at the 4 year old's apartment and Louie knocked on the door while Tango barked "Tango, Julia doesn't like loud noises so please, shhh." Elmo said with his finger near his mouth, the door opened and Rose Julia's dog barked wagging her tail, Elena Julia's mommy greeted them "Hello Elmo, and Tango, are you two excited to play with Julia and Rose?" She asked with a smirk "Yeah baby, Elmo brought all Elmo and Tango's toys to play with. Elmo's mommy and Daddy are carrying them." the little monster said, they went into the apartment "Elmo! Play! Play! Play!" Julia cried happily flapping her arms giving him a starfish hug "Elmo happy to see Julia to!" Elmo squealed then frowned "Where's Sam and Julia's Daddy?" he asked "Sam, and Daddy byebye. It's just Elmo, Tango, Julia, Rose, Fluffster, Mommy, Elmo's Mommy and Daddy!" the girl said "I was hoping to talk to Daniel." Louie sighed "Daniel took Sam to Soccor practice but they'll be back soon." Elena said while Tango and Rose sniffed each other's butts, "Elmo's Mommy and Daddy help?" She asked "Yes we would love some help, thanks Julia." Louie chuckled as Elmo grabbed Baby David and some of his and Tango's toys, Julia copied him but a blue and green rope toy fell and the dogs played tug-o-war, Elmo and Julia carefully walked to her room, while their parents talked and made snacks. Elmo and Julia engaged in parallel play with Julia playing Super Fluffster with her favorite toy while Elmo hugged Baby David then they played fetch with Tango and Rose, then they painted, Elmo did finger painting while Julia used a paintbrush since she didn't like the feeling of paint on her skin, Tango and Rose paw painted, Julia made a beautiful picture of her,Fluffster and Sam riding Rose and Tony the pony to the moon, Elmo painted himself looking naughty with a hammer smashing a rock, Tango made a colorful masterpiece, Rose also made a colorful work of art and she used her tail.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Hi! You did like 1 Pietro headcanons thing so- idk if that means you "officially" write for him but if you do...

May I request (kinda of specific sorry) Pietro and reader both have a crush on eachother (but the other doesn't know that) and they always hang out together (maybe even a bit to much) and everyone thinks their dating but when someone tries to comment on them reader and pietro both get really blushy and try changing the topic??

Gazing | Pietro Maximoff

Reader: female| Romantic- Pietro Maximoff | Platonic- litterally everyone else and Bruce being kinda a dad

Type: an excessively long one shot

Notes: reader is only mentioned to have dark brown eyes, and hair that can go up in a pony tail, also please tell me the readeds gender/sexuality/pronouns or Im just gonna be generic and write it with whatever reader i want

Warnings: jokes

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"Come on." Steve spoke with a laugh.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"Come on, You and Pietro."

"No." Y/n laughed as she went back to making the cake batter.

She shook her head yet her insides turned. Pietro Maximoff.

Pietro Maximoff.

Pietro Maximoff.

Y/n bit her tounage, a flush of red running to her face: "he doesn't like me."

"Oh please." Steve grabbed an unfrosted cupcake from her first batch, "You two are like....man this is good."

Y/n laughed as she fillled the next tray of cupcakes.

"The great Captain America likes cupcakes." She laughed.

Steve shrugged, "Everyone has there downfalls."

Y/n chuckled, "Like you with Pietro."

"No. Come on." Y/n spoke, "it'd never work out."

She kept telling herself that: not that she'd really know. Two friends: good friends. Great friends. Bffs.

BFFs that look at the other two long, Great friends that want to hold one another just because. Good friends that liked to feel the hot breathe of the other on there skin. Two friends that could pin one another to the floor during training, heat pooling in both them.

"Ooo cupcakes."

Y/n looked up to see Tony walk in, Pietro, Peter and Kate following in from a hard training lesson.

Each one stole a cup cake, Kate from the side along with Peter. Tony right infront of her. And Pietro who had made it behind her: getting a glass of milk first and then reaching over her to grab one. His arm folding over her's as she complained with a smile her arms locked in one place.

"Mhm. Delicious. Here."

Y/n took the offered bite with a smile, but soon laughed as she had forgotten she filled some of them with raspberry jelly.

"I got it."

Pietro removed himself from Y/n grabbing the kitchen towel besides them and wipping her chin and lower lip.

"Jeez man just make out already." Tony told, the two pulling away from each other.

"Pftt....no...."

"...hah...yeah...never...gotta go wanda is calling me."

And like that Pietro was off.

"Akward..." Kate spoke walking off, Peter following her, grabbing two more cupcakes before he vanished with the bow user.

"Really Tony." Steve argued.

"Hey! Im just statin the obvious." Tony shrugged going into the fridge, "by this point Im sure there married. Hey. Why wasn't I invited."

Y/n shook her head, "We'd never work out."

"Hey." Natasha spoke walking in, Bruce and Thor following.

"Ooo cake in a cup." Thor smiled, going to grab a cup cake.

"Y/n still thinks her and Pietro wouldn't work."

"Come on. Seriously?" Natasha questioned hoping up on the counter unpeeling the wrapper from the cupcake.

"I think you both work well on the battle feild togetger." Thor announced eating the sweet.

"See. On the feild thats it." Y/n spoke, "What'd you guys want for dinner?"

"Breakfast." Tony commented leaving the kitchen with his booze and sweets.

Y/n nodded, finishing up putting the last of the batter in the pan and putting the bowl in the sink.

"I've got paper work." Steve spoke standing up, "You're ment for each other."

"Training?" Natasha asked Thor.

"But of course."

Natasha and Thor left, leaving Y/n and Banner.

"How do you want your eggs?" Y/n questioned.

"How ever."

Y/n nodded putting the tray in the oven and starting the dishes before she started everything.

"So you and Pietro?"

Y/n flushed, "Oh no...not me..."

Y/n was silent as she did the dishes.

"Well why not?" Banner asked.

Y/n thought for a moment: "...you know...just....don't look the part. Becoming The teenage she hulk isnt exactly..."

"Girlfriend material."

Y/n nodded, "yeah."

"Strong arms make great cuddle buddies."

Y/n laughed, "Yeah...tell all the people I've crushed with them."

He laughed, "Yeah I understand that all to much....but don't act like you don't like him. Don't ruin it like I did. Take a risk?"

Y/n nodded, "I'll think about it."

Banner smiled that dad smile and bid her goodbye he also having to do paperwork.

Y/n fished the dishes putting the stuff on the rack.

She was quiet. Maybe Pietro would feel to same way: that would of been great. Would of been splended. Like liquid gold, being able to run into his arms every day with a "I miss you" kiss, he holding onto her tight scared to let her go. Laying in bed on off days and rainy days. Wearing his shirt to bed with his arm around her. Nothing else would really matter in those moments.

She never knew Pietro had similar ideas: cooking on off days together and laying his head in her lap. Hands running through his hair as he would've tackled her to the bed to cuddle and make out.

Pietro played with the dart in his hand, he in Clint's little Aresonal: where he spent most of his time.

"Just tell her." Wanda argued.

"Tell who what?" Clint questioned throwing the dark, bullseye as always

"Y/n." Vision spoke taking a dart from the collection.

"Oh that again?" Clint questioned leaning back on the arm of the couch.

"Again? I haven't even mentioned her." Pietro commented.

"Please. We can tell who you stare loving at and who you despise." Wanda defended, "It's Human Nature."

"I don't stare at her in any way." Pietro spoke, "and even if I did she's not into me."

"Oh please." Clint spoke up, "Trust me: I hope I never see Kate look at a boy the way Y/n looks at you, thought heart eyes were a myth."

"You two do everything together." Wanda protested, "everything."

"No." Pietro laughed off, shaking his head.

"It's quiet obvious she likes being around you." Vision cut in, "It's one of the many reasons why she does not use her powers around you."

"It took Banner long enough to get her even to use it. Now she's just gone back in that hole." Clint spoke watching Vision throw his dart.

"I've already told her she's super cool green!" Pietro commented.

"You know nothing about women." Wanda protested.

"I know alot about women." Pietro defended.

"That's not Y/n."

Pietro shrugged, "She'a a woman either way."

A woman: a young woman: both them 18 and 19. But man was she a beautiful woman. The first thing he wanted to see in the morning. The first thing he wanted to touch.

If he really wanted he could sleep in Y/n's bed, they often didnt mind sharing; use to sharing on missions and what not.

But it'd just be different, she'd be his ans his only. He'd he able to hold her with question, Kiss her when he grew jealous be called her boyfriend.

"Mhm...Morin baby..."

He smiled look at her, "Morin doll...com ere."

She leaned down kissing his lips softly, her skin would somehow be softer than he already knew it was, maybe it'd be the back of her thighs he holding her in his lap as they kissed happily.

"Wanna take my shirt off for me?" She giggled at him.

So he had also grown a little intrested in her in such away. Pietro felt bad almost, looking at what was his best friend in such a way: but he couldn't help it. Wanting to see it all: every inch of beauty while he loved on her. Telling her how she was perfect for him.

"Earth to Pietro!"

Pietro flushed, caught right in the middle of his mind. Wanda was getting up to leave.

"Huh?" Pietro spoke up looking over to Wanda.

"Day dreaming so quick? Must've had good reason."

"Just...tired." he protested.

"Right. Y/n looked quiet cute in that shirt. Is it yours?"

Pietro's face grew even redder: mind reading.

"I have no idea what you're talkin about." He argued.

"Dinner is done." Vision spoke.

"How do you know-"

"Dinner's done!' Y/n called over the loud speakers.

"It's 7:30 if it was any later Y/n would of given up." Vision responded.

It was quick everyone filled the kitchen, and moved to the dinning room, breakfast for dinner, Y/n made the whole shabang, waffles, pancakes. You name it she made it. It was filled with laughter and smiles as usual, some not even talking, too busy eating.

Pietro was one of those silent one's listening to the conversation Y/n was involved with a few of thr Avengers.

He ate his food, as he watched her smile and laugh, pausing in the conversation for a drink of water before she contuined to talk.

He stared at her lovingingly from his spot at the table, Y/n diagonally across from him and two over, Thor on one side of her and Kate on the other, Peter sat directly across from him.

"Dude. You're like...really staring hard."

Pietro glanced towards him, his mind somewhere else, "What?"

"My point exactly." Peter spoke his voice hushed compared to the others around him, "just tell her."

"Im not into her. Not like that." Pietro defended.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Come on."

"We're just friends." Pietro responded.

"Yeah? Well why don't you look her way right now?"

Pietro raised a brow, he turning his gaze towards her and caught her's.

Her dark brown eyes almost black pulled him into there abyss, they trapped him, keeping his gaze still.

Pietro was on the brink, unknowing if he could handle another mintue without telling her his feelings, and kissing her so no one else could.

Y/n was a mess: she had been caught staring, and now was making eye contact with the ocean like orbs. She always did like how they clashed against his silver locks. Her stomach turned, and she only gave him a small smile, her eyes wanting to turn back to her food but was unscuessful.

When Thor forced her to look away from Pietro, the eye contact was broken, his hand waving in front of her as she looked his way confused.

Pietro couldn't hear what they were saying, not over everyone else and their excited talking.

Y/n seemed awful flustered about whatever it was, she denying whatever Thor was saying as Thor looked over to Steve, the man shrugging in response.

"Pietro!" Thor called catching his attention, "May I switch seats with you?"

Weird question.

Pietro just got up, they handed each others plates to each other and switched seats as asked.

Oh

Now, this makes more sense.

Pietro took an awkward seat next to Y/n. Y/n shifted in her seat, "Pass the syrup?"

Pietro handed over the Syrup thanking him as she dosed her waffles.

"Thanks, for-" He paused as she looked over at him to listen to what he said, eyes catching again, "dinner..."

Y/n nodded, "Glad you still like my cooking."

Pietro smiled, "I don't think I could ever dislike something from you."

Y/n laughed softly, "I don't know Pietro, come on let's be serious- the big green lady doesn't scare you?"

"Green looks good on you."

This time her laugh was flustered, his compliments were natural, and genuine, like every other time. She took a sip of her water to hide her flustered tone.

"Well, then I think green would look great on top of you too."

Wait- Y/n looked away once again: the glass of water trick coming in handy: maybe if she ignored her mistake he'd overlook it.

"I think I'll leave the green to you."

Y/n smiled awkwardly and raised her glass to that; oh thank god he looked over it.

Oh, he caught it and was currently deep down screaming somewhat.

"but I don't think I mind green on top of me either." Pietro teased, his hand resting on the back of her chair, "Let's start slow first? You know take it as slow as you."

Y/n almost choked, but managed to hold it in, "Can't all be a Sonic Rip off like you Pietro."

He laughed as she looked his way; there it was again: that eye contact. Pietro could be held there for hours, just staring into the dark abyss of her eyes.

"Sorry, Oscar the Grouch."

Y/n's face lit up in a smile, fakely offended by what he said: "Oh really? Whatever you say Turbo-"

"The snail from that movie?" He asked playfully offended.

Y/n nodded as they laughed together, they had forgotten about their dinners in front of them, too busy involved with one another. Eye contact never broke, and their chairs only scooted closer to one another.

Pietro was determined to never let that smile fall from her lips as they talked: joking, telling stories anything he could to keep her attention.

Then the teasing started: Y/n and him teasing each other back and forth, her hand occasionally coming up to rub his cheek and over the short hairs on his face: teasing him about how he never gives it time to come in before he cuts it short and keeps it thin.

"But you like it." Was his response.

"Caught me there." She spoke with a chuckle.

Luckily for them: no one was in the room to ruin the moment, everyone had finished dinner about an hour ago.

"Why change it if you like it then?" he teased, "Can't you see I'm tryin to impress you?"

His words accompanied by a cheeky smile played it off as flirting: teasing to keep her on the edge of her seat.

"Oh then maybe I should do the same for you?" Y/n smiled, "What would you like? Hm? Short skirt? Cleavage? Maybe a shirt so small-"

"Take your hair down."

Y/n paused, he answered too quick for it to be simply teasing- and the fact that he even gave her an answer.

"Easy to please," Y/n played off, "Prepared to be horned out."

He didn't laugh, which he would have usually laughed too, her insides twisted and churned, as she pulled the band from her hair: she was growing it out for the cold months, it would help in keeping her ears and neck warm: she despised hats: she was always losing them in battle.

Before Y/n could make another comment, she felt Pietro's hand on her face, his thumb rubbing over her cheek. His gaze focused on her lips then on her own gaze.

"You look pretty with your hair down." He responded, hand slowly running back into her locks as fingers rubbed against her scalp causing her to melt into his hold.

Their bodies had leaned into each other a while ago, comfortable with their personal space being violated by the other. Y/n's hand on his wrist in a comforting notion as she rubbed her thumb over his hand.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Y/n spoke softly.

"I don't care If I kiss you or you kiss me." Pietro responded, "As long as it's me and you."

Y/n smiled, like a weight off her shoulder had been lifted, she leaned over, tilting her head ever so slightly and pressing her lips to kiss softly, the little facial hair he had tickling her skin as they sat there for a moment in silence, her lips never leaving him, but not moving either.

She pulled away softly her head leaning against his as he smiled.

"I love you." He spoke.

"I love you too." she smiled, he smiling in return, his eyes still closed along with hers as she leaned in for another kiss.

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

Just Let Her Explain

Natasha x Fem!Reader

So I did a thing… I SWEAR DESPITE THE NAME AND PICTURE ITS FLUFF!!! I would also like to thank @chelleztjs18 for helping me figure out some things 😁 Enjoy

Words:1844

Genre: micro Angst, Fluff

Warning: a little sad

Summary: After knowing each other for 5 years Natasha finally tells you straight up her feelings for you.

Y/N POV

You know all the Avengers, and how they fought Thanos but failed the first time around… Well in this story we won and I don’t want to brag, but I feel like I beat him only because I told Thor if he wants to kill Thanos to go for the head. Let’s just say I didn’t trust that going through the heart would work as much as Thor would think.

Anyway that’s also around the time I had joined, and now you’re maybe wondering how I ended up with the Avengers. Well long story short I met Steve after the fallout between everyone, I have some pretty great abilities if I do say so myself, and I wouldn’t stop bugging Steve until he let me help. I could give you the full story but that’s for another time.

This is about how because of that I got close with the Avengers the main one being Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow. Right now it’s 5 years after the whole Thanos debacle and after around 2 years of knowing Natasha that’s when I realized I was falling for her, though I thought it was just a crush and would go away… and oh boy was I wrong. Depending on the person that could be a very good thing or a very bad thing for me that’s a VERY bad thing. Especially because she makes it very obvious that she likes me back.

Natasha POV

Right after the Thanos incident Steve had formally introduced everyone to Y/N Y/L/N. She has the ability to control ice and manipulate it however she wants. I had heard of some movie where some queen named Elsa could do the same thing so of course so I could make sure I was understanding her abilities I ask “Like the Elsa character”. I don’t think I had made a great first impression, one because the as she gave out a weak response of “yes” she also gave me the look of just pure sadness, two because of what I had said Tony had taken to referring to her as Elsa, and three she avoided me for two days. Though that could just be because she’s shy considering she was following Steve around like a lost puppy. Because of that you would think that’s her entire personality but I found out that’s only how she is when she doesn’t know you and once you get to know her she’s still a puppy but more of a golden retriever sometime other times she just likes to be in a quiet place with a book. Though meeting that side of her took me a couple months.

Now I am trying to get her to figure out that I like her as more than just a friend, the thing is that’s what I’ve been trying to let her know for the past 3 years and if she knows she hasn’t made it known to me.

Current Time

I’ve just come back from a mission with Steve as well as Clint and I am sweating. As I’m about to go to my room I realize it’s seven which means Y/N will be in the compound library reading a book, so that’s where I head off to. When I got there she curled up on the couch reading a book. She’s wearing a long sleeve sky blue sweatshirt, jeans, converse shoes, with her hair in a high pony tail. I scoop her up and sit down and have her curl up in my lap. This is not an uncommon thing for me to do, the first time I could’ve sworn I saw a little blush. So once she curls back up she starts to send off cool air so I can cool down because of this the entire room starts to get cold.

That’s when I hear two pairs of footsteps getting close when they finally get through the door I can see it’s Clint and Steve. As soon as they come inside Steve heads for the couch directly in front of us while Clint takes the love seat. Once they get settled in I hear Y/N say “Are they two of you comfortable now” when I look down at her she has an amused smirk. That’s when I hear Clint come back with “You try specializing in bow and arrows then be put on a mission where your hiding place is compromised and proceed to have close combat with more than 20 people”. Y/N gives him a confused look and asks “Don’t you have the ability to fight hand to hand” which he gives her a blank look an says “I do but all that close combat is Natasha’s and Steve’s thing” That’s when she put down the book looks up at me and asks if I’m okay. When I tell her I’m fine she moves out of my lap to my dismay and starts checking me herself “I’m fine I told you” but still continues to look “hey I’m hurt why aren’t you checking if I’m okay” she tries to gives Clint this look of I could kill you, but i think she just looks adorable. Clint get upset and starts pouting I look over at Steve since he been very quiet and find out he has fallen asleep in the time he’s been here.

When I look back at she’s found a pretty long cut on my waist that I didn’t even know was there. That’s when she freezes it over enough so it doesn’t hurt and takes me to the medbay and leaves to get Dr. Cho. When they get here she gets rid of the ice and Dr. Cho stitches me up and just she’s about to leave tells me I’m good to go. When I look up Y/N is giving me the cutest pouty face “Why didn’t you come here as soon as you found that cut” I give her the softest smile I can “I didn’t know it was there until you pointed it out”

With all that said and done we go to my room and she has me take a shower. Once I’m out of the shower I put on a red and black pajama set that consists of a flowing long sleeve button up shirt with flowing small shorts. When I come out of the bathroom I find her in one of my sweaters a couple sizes too big and a pair of shorts and without thinking I blurt out “I’m in love with you” with that she visibly stiffens. I don’t know what gotten into me but I just continue “I’ve been in love with you for so long” with each word I get closer and closer “I want to be with you for the rest of my life” at this point I’m sitting right next to her and when she looks me in the eyes with the most soft and sad eyes I have ever seen “I know” I freeze “I know you don’t exactly hide it everyone knows”. That’s when tears starts to gather in my eyes.

Y/N POV

I see Natasha’s eyes start to water “So what… you’ve just been letting me believe I could have you when I can’t”. I look at her disbelief for a few seconds, but I guess those few seconds are enough for her to think I’m frozen because she thinks she caught me. Natasha scoffs “Of course why do I let myself think I could ever have someone in that way”. She sits up and looks away from me “get out” but I don’t she looks at me and repeats herself “No Nata-“ she cuts me off “GET OUT” she scared me but I don’t show it “No not until you let me explain” she stays quiet so I take that as my cue to continue “I didn’t freeze because what you said was true, I froze because I couldn’t believe you thought I would ever do that to you” she looks at me as a tear rolls down her face I straddle her lap, wipe her tear, and cup her face in my hands.

I continue to talk “I never lead you on the truth is I feel the same” she looks up at me with bright hopeful and wide eyes “so will you go out with me” I look at her with sad eyes and she knows my answer “why not” she looks like she about to cry again “I’m scared… scared that in time you will lose you feelings and won’t w-want me any-anymore” at this point I’m about to start sobbing as I let go of Natasha she wraps me in her arms “I would never, could never, do you know why” as I talk my face out of her chest she looks and my with the happy smile that has a little hidden sadness “because I plan on marrying you then having three kids and we will be the happiest family to ever exist” despite still having tears in my eyes I crack a smile and chuckle a little as she continues “yeah we are going to be that family that everyone looks at and wishes were them”

I’ve stopped crying and am now looking at her with so much happiness “really?” “really” with that we look deep in each other’s eyes and lean in so close that I can feel her breath on my lips. Natasha pauses for a second to look at me as if asking for consent and when I nod, she closes the gap.

It feels like fireworks are going off as Natasha swipes her tongue across my lip asking for an entry which I gladly give her. Both of our tongues collide with each other as she tries to map out my mouth as much as she can. When air becomes a problem I rest my head on her shoulder but tilt it so I can see her face.

She looks at me and once again asks me again “so will you go a date with me” I sit up and look at her “Depends what are we going to do” she look at me and without skipping a beat “A picnic at the end of the day I’ll make the food” I give a look that say ‘you make food ha’ so she rephrases herself “I’ll get Wanda to make the food then we can watch the sunset as well as look at the stars” I have the happiest face on “ Wow you know me so well” “so is that a yes” she looks hopeful as she asks “Nope” she starts to get sad “That’s an absolutely” she give me this look that says she’s mad so give a small kiss on the lips. When that doesn’t work I give kisses all over her face until she’s laughing. Once everything starts to calm down we both lie down with my head on her chest and fall asleep.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Do You Want to Die Together? | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is kind of the inverse of Darling, You Will Bury Me Before I Bury You ♥️

I am emotionally unwell :) I wanted to write something with lots of feelings, and actually teared up a bit while I wrote this.

As always, send your comments, requests, and/or comments my way!

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @everything-burns-down @shadytalementality @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes 💘💘

Warning: Mention of death

"I'll love you til the day I die- So don't die today, please don't die today. Everything but you is an ugly lie- That's not how you pray, that's not what you say. If I'm here when you're gone I'll fall apart- Stop your crying now, stop your crying now. What's the point of life without my heart- You're not dying now, you'll survive somehow."

"What are you staring at, Barnes?" you asked teasingly, taking a break from your book when you noticed Bucky's unflinching gaze. He'd stared at you, almost without blinking, for quite some time. He loved the way the orange light from the sunset made your hair glow and your eyes twinkle as you sat in your favorite reading chair. He watched as your delicate fingers played with the corner of the page you were reading, gently folding it and unfolding it as you waited for his response. His eyes moved over you, taking in your form as though it were the last time he'd ever see you.

"Nothin, hon. Just you..." he answered simply, but you sensed ripples in the still waters of his voice.

"Buck..." you groaned, shutting your book and turning toward him. You matched his gaze, waiting for him to open up and give you a look inside his head. "We've talked about this, babe. Come on, I need you to communicate with me," you murmured, nudging him in the right direction.

His head dipped down and he stared at the ground, nodding as he let out what seemed like a pained sigh. The familiar tinkling of his metal fingers playing with his dog tags filled the silent air, and you knew there must really be something on his mind.

"It's morbid...I'm sorry- I was just with Sam and some others a few nights ago, and one of them made a comment about Nat..." he muttered, still looking down.

Your inhale caught in your throat at her name, and you felt involuntary tears sting your eyes. It felt like just yesterday Nat had been sitting on your living room couch, twisting your hair into intricate French braids-and now she was gone. Wanting Bucky to continue, you nodded, not trusting your voice.

"I was just thinking, because, ya know, my family is long gone- my parents, my-my sister...all my friends from when I was young, too. And then I thought about Steve, and Tony, and...then I thought about you," he almost whispered. Slowly, he raised his head and met your gaze, revealing the tears traveling down his cheeks. "I never thought I'd be here to see so many people I care about go. But they're all gone. And I don't know how long my life is going to be, but..."

He leaned back against the couch and raked a hand through his hair in a not-so-gentle fashion, taking a deep inhale as he did so. He opened his mouth to continue, but then snapped it shut, not quite sure how to say it. "You're worried that I might- I might die before you..." you whispered, and he nodded, making a few fresh tears roll down his cheeks.

At the sight of his tormented expression, you got up and made your way over to him, taking the spot next to him on the couch. He couldn't quite look at you as he continued to speak, knowing that he'd crumble completely if he did.

"I can't lose you. If I have to be here without you, I just- I can't, sweets. I can't do that. I'll- I'll fall apart..." your hands flew to his face, taking his cheeks in your gentle grasp and finally getting his eyes to meet yours.

"Hey, hey- you don't have to worry about that. As of right now, I don't see myself going any time soon..." you whispered, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. He nodded, but the anguish didn't leave his eyes.

"But what if something happens? Like an accident or you get sick or-"

"You can't think like that, Buck."

"I can't help it...baby, I don't know what I'd do without you..."

You nodded and leaned back against the couch cushions, pulling Bucky down with you. He laid his head on your chest and listened to your familiar heartbeat, praying that it would beat forever.

"We live a really unconventional life," you murmured, "Hydra holdouts, super villains from space, Flag Smashers...it's uncertain. Either one of us could lose the other tomorrow..."

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you tighter as he thought of just how stacked the deck was against your relationship.

"So we just have to enjoy this- each other- while we can..."

[kai-writes-fan-fiction]

no wait because the steven universe one was so good. I dont know if you’ve seen star vs the forces of evil but can you do an avengers hc where the reader is like her or eclipsa

I LOVE STAR VS THE FORCES OF EVIL OMG! Thanks for reading! I’d love to do a hc version for Star :)

Your parents had you join The Avengers for a year on Earth

If we’re being completely honest, they had no idea what to do with a teenager from a different dimension with a wand

They were welcoming, and amazed by your talents

Steve helped train you in hand to hand combat, but you were already pretty amazing

You and Dr. Strange had a pretty strong bond because of your shared magical talents

You and Peter also had a special bond after he found out about your “mewberty” form, where you turned into a butterfly-like human

He thought it was cool you both had a relationship with insects

EVERYONE wanted to try your wand, but no one could get it to work

Everyone thought the fact that your cheek spots would change shape depending on your mood was ADORABLE

The day Pony Head came to visit was AMAZING

Everyone loved her, even though they were very confused and scared when she showed up first

She comes around a lot to take everyone to the inter-dimensional arcade on days off

They were also very happy to meet Glossaryck, who lived in your spell-book, which Dr. Strange would “borrow” (steal) from time to time

You were BY FAR the most optimistic person on the team, and soon everyone began reciprocating your optimism

Sometimes you were a bit too optimistic, and you got a little reckless

Once you tried to befriend Red Skull

“Excuse me! Mr. Red Skull? I was thinking we could wrap this whole thing up and you and I could get lunch sometime?” -you

“(Y/N), NO HE’S BAD, NOT A FRIEND!” -Steve

“But everyone can be friends. It’s the best way to avoid conflict!” -you, matter of factly

“No, I’m not your friend, and we will not be getting lunch!” -Red skull

“Then I guess you’ll have to die!” -you

“Oh shit!” -Sam

You ended up capturing, and not killing red skull

You always made little crafts and cards for the team

They thought they were so cute, and it became a competition to see who got the most crafts

“Last week I got 2 spider chains and 1 paper wand.” -Peter

“I got 4 origami flowers!” -Nat

“I win then. 2 iron man paintings and 4 origami boats.” -Tony

“You win? Yeah right. 3 paper shurikens, 1 painting of me, and 4 people chains!” -Strange

After your year was up, you begged and begged your mom to let you stay, but she demanded you rule mewni

Finally you two came to an agreement, you could visit The Avengers whenever you wanted, but Mewni came first

Although they were sad to see you go, The Avengers were thankful to have known a half insect magical inter dimensional princess like you

You visited The Avengers very often and you became one of the greatest rulers of Mewni

[starkwub]

love pony starker!!! was wondering how their pony filly looks like and talent mark

Okay first and for-most, I’m so glad to hear you’re enjoying the pony starker content!! I really love making content for it so I’m happy to hear you’re interested in seeing/learning more <33

So initially I wasn’t too sure if you meant Tony and Peter as a colt, or if you meant their kid + the new mark, so I drew both XD

After I drew these I decided to have them have another foal, but this time a young filly— so a sketch and color of that pony (+ info) shall be coming out soon! :)

So their first born, I named Kozak :D

He basically got his strong magic from Tony’s side of the family, and the fur patterns from Peter’s side since Tony’s dad was vehemently against marrying a pony with any kind of markings.

I’m planning on drawing out both Tony and Peter’s parents (fur pattern, etc) so it’ll make more sense then, I think, where the gene attributes came from!

So Kozak is in some ways the embodiment of what a “good future” looks like. Since he grew up with Tony, one of the richest pony’s out there, and Peter, who didn’t grow up with a whole lot more than the bare necessities, he kind of took on both perspectives, and thus has a different out-look than most would around him.

He’s a medical pony at heart, but as stated above in the info sheet on the art, his dad’s magical markings kept with the family (he will be the only one in the blood-line to keep the markings and their consequences, his sister or any other children born after him within the family will not receive it)

He loves plants as well and is very eco friendly! :)

One of his downsides though is that he can be a bit bull-headed at times. He can get up in his head that his decision is the right one, which can often times lead to mishaps and trouble if he isn’t carful, or guided by the right pony beside him.

I’ll probably think of more to say, but yeah! I hope you enjoyed that little lore dump on my AU XD

I’m thinking I may make some posts describing the universe more in detail too XD it’s pretty fun

If anyone else ever has a will/wish to hear more, see specific things, etc, just ask! I’d be happy to talk/draw more about it :D

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch52: Chicken Soup And Baseball Gloves

Intro: The original Avengers are re-united and along with Rhodey, Rocket, Nebula and Scott Lang, they run the first test on their Time Machine. 

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut! (NSFW) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Holler @angrybirdcr​ does the biz with the edits again

Chapter 51

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Any news on Natasha?” Katie asked, her voice thick, as Steve walked into the kitchen.

“Not yet.” He shook his head, as she reached over, adding bread to the toaster. “She was still working on a lead. How are you feeling?”

“Ok.” She lied. Behind her, Steve rolled his eyes.  

“I can hear you wheezing from here. Go back to bed.”

“I don’t want to lie in bed.” She shrugged and he took a deep breath, crossing the room to stand behind her. It wasn’t often she got sick, but when she did she was a terrible patient.

“Sweetheart.” His arms circled her waist. “You’re burnt out and ill, and you certainly can’t go to the compound like this.”

He was right, Katie couldn’t actually remember the last time she felt so bad. She’d requested they leave the compound early last night as the group sat around discussing Tony’s plans to build their bigger Quantum Tunnel. She’d had a headache that she thought was a migraine, but had woken herself and Steve with a particularly nasty coughing fit in the early hours of the morning, whereby he’d gone to fetch her a glass of water and laid with her, rubbing her back until she fell asleep again.

“My plan was to actually lay on the sofa all day watching trash.” She shrugged, coughing a little.

“Ok, if that’s what you want.” he nodded, gently moving her so she was facing him. “Go, I’ll fix the kids breakfast. Do you want anything to eat?”

She shook her head, before letting rip with another hacking cough, her hand flying to her mouth as she turned away from him.

“C'mon,” he sighed, “c'mere.”

Katie practically fell into him when he wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled her head into his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist. “I’m fine,”

“You look like crap.”

“You’re mean.” She croaked out. He chuckled as he brought his hand up and pressed it against her forehead and she closed her eyes, he felt so cool.

“You have a fever. Did you take anything?”

She nodded “Tylenol and cough syrup.”

“Well go lay down until it kicks in.”

“Okay,” she finally relented, and Steve watched as she stepped out of his embrace and headed into the living room. The last time Steve had anything like a cold was pre the serum. He felt the odd sore throat and sniffle every now and then but as fast as they arrived they went thanks to his healing qualities. Jamie seemed to be the same. As a baby he picked up a few bugs but he was back to normal in a maximum of a day. There was one time a few months ago he had picked up a nasty cold that had lasted longer, making him even more of a mamma’s boy, clingy and grouchy. But after thirty-six hours he was back to his normal self, the half of him that held the super soldier serum clearly winning out. And Steve was glad, if the half of Jamie that was his father meant he rarely get sick, he’d passed something good onto his son. Emmy, on the other hand, was like Katie. No serum, so when she got sick she felt it more. And Katie was always on hand to look after her kids, even when she felt crappy herself. So when it fell to Steve to look after her, he was more than happy to do so.

“Is Mama sick?” Jamie asked, from where he was sat at the table, his face creased into a frown.

“Yeah she is, buddy.” Steve nodded, grabbing the toast as it popped up from the toaster, buttering it and cutting it into squares for his son. He placed it down in front of Jamie and then popped more in for himself. “Just a cold though, she’ll be fine.”

Steve left the kitchen for a moment, shouting up the stairs for Emmy to get a move on before returning and pouring himself a coffee and one into a Thermos mug for Emmy to take with her.  Apparently the ‘in thing’ now was to take her breakfast to eat on the way. Steve had no idea why, but whatever. When did he ever have a clue about anything that was on trend?

She bustled in, rucksack on her back and grabbed the toast he was holding out in a paper napkin and her mug.

“Thanks Dad.” She smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Your Mom’s in the lounge, she’s not feeling too good.” He looked at her. “So I know you wanted Brooke to come over tonight but it might be better to give it a miss.”

“Okay.” She nodded, “I can go to hers instead. Will you be here to give me a lift later if I come home and get some stuff?”

“Sure.” He nodded. She ruffled Jamie’s hair on her way past and then disappeared up the hall, and he was pleased to see she popped her head into the lounge to tell Katie to get better soon.

“Are we going to the compound?” Jamie asked as Steve sat down, his own breakfast now in front of him.

“You’re going to Day Care.” Steve looked at him. “You haven’t been in a while.”

“I don’t wanna.” Jamie pouted

“Well, suck it up.” Steve replied. It was important to him and Katie that their son interacted with kids his own age as much as possible, so even whilst Katie wasn’t going to work today, Jamie was going to nursery. “I’m staying home today. We can go to the compound at weekend. If your momma’s better maybe we can stay over.”

Jamie pondered this for a moment. “Okay.”

Steve chuckled and ruffled his son’s hair as the two of them ate their breakfast. Jamie requested a bowl of cereal once his toast was finished, and to be fair Steve was still hungry too so he made them both a helping of Cheerios before he cleaned Jamie down and got him dressed. Once that was done he popped his head into the lounge and saw Katie was asleep under one of the throws.

“You got everything?” He looked at Jamie, quickly checking him over. He had his small rucksack in his hands, his jumper was on and he was clean. Looked good to Steve.

“Yep!” Jamie nodded enthusiastically.

“Alright, come on then.” Steve held out his hand, and Jamie slipped his little palm into his Dad’s as he opened the door and they made their way to the car.

*****

“Why is it so cold?” Katie groaned, pulling the comforter round her as she shuffled into the kitchen.

“It’s not cold, you’re just sick.” Steve pulled the orange juice out of the fridge, pouring her a giant glass. He handed it to her, raising his hand to her forehead. “You’re still warm.”

“No, I told you, I’m freezing.”

Steve was about to say something when they heard the security system telling them Tony had arrived.

“Why is Tone here?” Katie asked, coughing again.

“Dunno.” Steve shrugged. “I told him I wasn’t going to the compound today as you were sick so maybe he’s come to see how you are.”

“Bit out of his way.” Katie pondered, as the front door opened.

“Knock knock.” Her brother’s voice called up the hallway.

“Kitchen Tony.” Steve called back.

“Just thought I’d see how the patient was,” Tony’s voice rang out down the hallways and Katie rolled her eyes, “so far so good, I see no red cross on the door telling everyone to stay away or any one walking outside chanting bring out your dead…”

At that point he walked into the kitchen and nodded to Steve before he turned to Katie. “Huh, maybe there should be. You look like shit.”

She was pale, her hair was pulled into a messy pony tail and her nose was bright red. She opened her mouth to shoot some comment back about being pissed off with people telling her she looked terrible but was cut off by a fit of hacking coughs.

“I’m dying.” She groaned.

“From a cold?”  Tony rolled his eyes.

“I feel like it.” She mumbled.

Steve chuckled and stirred the soup in the pan.

“Smells good, Spangles!” Tony looked round him to glance down. “What is it.”

“Chicken soup, my Ma’s own recipe. Plenty if you want some.” Steve offered.

“No, it’s mine and I don’t like people taking my stuff.” Katie pouted, childishly. “That soup makes everything better.”

“Don’t be a brat.” Steve shot her a look.

“I’m ill, don’t shout at me.” She shot back, coughing again. Steve pointed to the orange juice that she had set down on the side and the Tylenol next to it.

“Drink that, and take that.” He instructed. “And then back to the couch.”

“You’re not my dad.” She glared at him, sullenly. Steve took a deep breath and bristled, Jesus she was obstinate.

“No, but I am, well, by default.” Tony eyed her. “Do as you’re told.”

She gave Tony a look that was positively mutinous, staring directly into his brown eyes before she reached over, took two pills from the packet, tossed them down with a swallow of juice and flipped him off.

“I guess I’ll be on the couch.” She grumbled, retreating out of the kitchen.

“Thanks.” Steve sighed once she was gone, and Tony chuckled.

“She was a nightmare as a kid when she got sick.” He mused, leaning back against the counter.

“She still is. Insists on trying to keep going instead of resting.”

“You know, when she was ten she got a nasty bout of tonsillitis.” Tony stepped over to grab the coffee from the cupboard. “It turned into something called Quinsy and she ended up hospitalised as one of them burst and she needed them removing under emergency surgery. They were worried about blood poisoning.” Tony paused to top the machine up with coffee and he grabbed the glass jug from underneath. “She demanded to come home the next day even though she was on some heavy duty IV anti-biotics, full scale tantrum when she was told she had to stay in for four days.”

Steve snorted as Tony filled the machine with water and turned it on.

“So trying to carry on when she has a cold is nothing.” Tony looked at him. “Just tell her whose boss.”

The men exchanged a look, both of them fully understanding that Steve was most definitely not the boss before they laughed and Tony clapped him on the shoulder, moving to make the coffee.

“So, Pepper is coming to the compound for the rest of the week” Tony poured himself a drink before he did the same and handed it to Steve. “I was wondering if you wanted me to take Jamie off your hands for the evening, Morgan will be pleased to see him.”

Steve hesitated for a second, as he took a sip of his coffee. He was still torn as to whether the compound really was the best place for the kids. But, the living area was far enough away from any of the equipment, and Emmy had lived there before…

“Don’t worry, I won’t turn him into a teenager.” Tony spotted the flicker of doubt that flashed across Steve’s face.

“No, it’s not that, I trust you Tony, I-” Steve began, feeling that he needed to explain but Tony waved him away.

“I know, and believe me I wasn’t sure I wanted Morgan there but I haven’t seen her since Monday.”

“You know, you don’t have to be at the Compound permanently.” Steve turned the heat down on the stove.

“I know but it’s just easier.” Tony shrugged. “Especially whilst we’re still building the stuff.”

Steve nodded and began to pull three bowls out of the cupboard “Okay, well yeah I’m sure Jamie would like that.”

“Great, I can get him on the way back, I’m assuming he’s at the tower?”

Steve glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only half two but there was no time limits on when he could be collected from Nursery. “Yeah he is, I’ll call ahead, let them know you’re picking him up.”

Tony clapped his hands together. “Great.”

“Let me get this to the patient and then you can fill me in on what’s been going on.” Steve said, picking up a bowl of the soup and a spoon.

****

Katie’s cold lasted three full days. On the fourth night, she had another restless sleep. Not wanting her constant tossing and turning to wake Steve, she headed down stairs, took another dose of Tylenol and turned on the TV, snuggling under the blanket on the sofa. She felt like crap. Luckily the medicine kicked in about fifteen minutes later and she managed to fall asleep, Lucky curled around her legs, keeping her feet warm. When she woke later that morning, she was pleased to find she felt a lot clearer headed and she didn’t ache when she moved which was a bonus.

“You look better.” Steve smiled as she wandered into the kitchen. He’d left her asleep on the couch when he’d seen her earlier that morning, the kids were still in bed seeing as it was weekend.

“I feel it.” she nodded, running her hands through her hair “I’m starving.”

Her appetite being back was a good thing.

“Want me to fix you anything?” Steve asked.

“Eggs and bacon.” she said enthusiastically “I’m gonna grab a shower.”

“Good I can smell you from here.” he teased, laughing as she raised a middle finger which she held up over her shoulder as she walked out of the kitchen. The shower made her feel even better, and once she was dressed in actual clothes and not Pyjamas she felt human again.

She devoured her breakfast, drank another large glass of orange juice and Steve filled her in on what was going on at the Compound. Natasha was still tracking Clint, the Quantum Tunnel Machine was well under construction, Thor, well, Thor seemed to still be a little distracted but he was engaging as much as could be expected and they’d started designs on suits that would help them navigate the Quantum Realm.

“Has anyone given any thought to how we actually get the stones?” Katie asked, a small cough escaping her.

“I’ve been thinking about it a bit.” Steve nodded. “There are a number of possibilities. But trying to get them individually instead of all at once is likely going to be the best bet.”

“How’s that going to work?” She pondered and Steve shrugged.

“To be honest, I haven’t got that far.” He sighed, and Katie dropped the subject.

They headed over to the compound in the late morning, and immediately Katie and Steve spotted the Quinjet was back. They shared a glance, knowing that could only mean one thing and, as quickly as they could, they got the kids out of the car and headed inside. As they made their way towards the main lounge, Katie heard a familiar voice and she felt her chest tighten. Letting go of Steve’s hand, she broke into a run and burst into the room. Everyone in there turned to face her as she stood, stock still, staring at her one time Senior Officer.

“Clint…” She whispered, before she threw herself at him, hugging him tight.

“Hey, Katie.” he croaked as she buried her face into his neck, his arms wrapping around her, squeezing her into a strong hug. 

“Hey yourself.” She sniffled slightly as she stepped back, before she grinned and ran her hand over the shorn sides of his hair. “Nice Mohawk.”

He chuckled and then his attention turned to Steve “Hey, Cap.”

“Hey Clint.” Steve smiled, stepping forward to embrace his friend. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” Clint smiled, before he glanced down to Steve’s right where Jamie was now tugging on his hand. 

“Daddy, who’s this?” He asked as Steve picked him up. 

“Jamie, this is Clint. A friend of mine and your mom’s.” Steve smiled.

“And this is Emmy.” Katie said from behind him. Emmy gave him a smile that was a little shyer than Jamie’s as Clint nodded to her.

“Pleased to meet you both. I heard a lot about you from Natasha.”

“Auntie Nat-Nat gives me chocolate.” Jamie grinned. “But I’m not upposed to tell anyone where she keeps it.”

“She used to give my kids chocolate.” Clint smiled, sadly.  “Even when I told her not to.”

Silence fell across the room, no one really knowing what to say to that. Clint took a deep breath and looked down at his feet, until Katie spoke, breaking the tension.

“Shall I fix lunch?” She offered and the team all made noises of agreement and started to move around. Clint smiled at her, and then looked at the boy in Steve’s arms. .

“He looks like you, Cap.” He nodded. Steve smiled and looked at Jamie.

“Apparently so.”

“I think it’s great you guys, you know, that you’re parents.” Clint smiled at Katie. She returned the grin.

“Yeah, it has its moments.” She watched as Steve set Jamie down and he wandered over to Natasha, who beamed at him as he clambered into her lap.  

“Especially when dealing with stroppy teenagers.” Steve quipped looking at Emmy who rolled her eyes.

“Change the record, Dad.”

“Note she said record, not CD old man.” Tony shot.

“It’s just a figure of speech.” Steve rolled his eyes “And for the record, I wish you’d change yours too.”

Clint looked around and caught Katie’s eye, a fond, nostalgic look on his face. And she knew why. It was almost as if nothing had changed. The banter was familiar, each person taking up their role they had held in the Avengers easily, as if the last seven years hadn’t happened. But then, looking around the room was enough to make you remember that they had. They looked different, felt different. They’d split, gone their separate ways and then the Snap had ripped everything from under them, and none of them had lost as much as Clint. 

Katie smiled. “Wanna come help with lunch?” She asked softly, as he hastily wiped a tear from his face.

“Yeah,” he nodded. The pair of them made for the door and she turned to Steve who shot her a smile, before she led Clint towards the kitchen.

“Thanks.” He muttered as they left the room. They walked silently until they reached the kitchen and Katie shut the door as she walked to the fridge pulling out various ingredients to make a huge pan of stuff for fajitas.

“So,” she turned to Clint, handing him a knife, “you chop veg, I’ll do the chicken.”

He smiled softly. “You sound like Laura.”

“Clint, I’m so sorry.” Katie sighed. “I’ve no words that can even pretend to offer a comfort. I can’t begin to imagine-”

“Natasha told me about your baby.” Clint cut her off as he looked at her. She looked down at the chopping board before meeting his eyes. “You lost too.”

“Yeah, we did.” She sighed “We all lost someone.”

“Bet you didn’t go on a killing spree because of it.” Clint sighed, taking a deep breath.

“Clint,” Katie took a deep breath. “Yeah, what you did wasn’t…great, but you can’t let it define you.”

Clint stayed silent for a moment before Katie spoke again. “Steve killed someone you know. In cold blood. One of the HYDRA guys that kept me captive and, well, you know what they did.”

Clint let out a growl. “I don’t blame him, I’d have put an arrow in his head if it had been Laura.”

“That’s my point.” Katie shrugged. “Something like that tipped Captain America, the sentinel of justice and truth-” she framed her words with her fingers making quotation marks and Clint snorted “-over the edge. Someone as morally correct as Steve snapped because of something someone did to me. He didn’t do it to protect me, he did it for out and out revenge.”

“That’s not the same-”

“Maybe not.” Katie shrugged. “But the point I’m trying to make, albeit very badly, is that people react to trauma in different ways.”

“It was anger.” Cling spoke after a moment. “Anger and bitterness that they died and all these assholes didn’t. I wanted to even the scales a little myself. Why did they get to live and my family didn’t?”

“Exactly. You went through the most awful thing ever.” Katie laid a hand on Clint’s arm. “It might not make it right, but it makes it a little more understandable. Certainly from my point of view.” At that she returned to her chopping, with a little shake of her head. “If anything happened to either of my kids, I’d lose it too.”

“That implies you had it to lose in the first place.” Clint quipped, cheekily. She looked up and she was pleased to see the mischievous Barton glint had returned to his eyes.

****

As Tony reminded them all, whilst they had a working Quantum Tunnel, building that into something bigger to do what they needed to do was going to take time. Everyone understood, even if it was frustrating, but as Katie kept pointing out, they’d waited five years for this, what was a couple of months more?

Those months Katie and Steve spent flitting between the Compound, Stark Tower, their home in Brooklyn and Tony’s lake house, trying to manage the time between Emmy’s exams, ensuring the kids were looked after during the school vacation, keeping a business going and maintaining as normal a life for Emmy and Jamie as possible.  

But then, one Wednesday morning in late September, Tony let out a triumphant yell. They were ready.

With Emmy and Jamie both safely out of the way- Emmy back at school, and Jamie in Day Care- they decided on taking their test that same afternoon. The goal was simple, go back in time for a minute or so, pick something up, see if it could be brought back. Katie and Steve followed Tony through the hangar as he was dragging the metal pipe which contained the power cables they had just helped him arrange into the mains which would fire up the machine. In front of them, Thor was walking, drinking a beer as usual, dressed in a scruffy pair of grey sweats and a red hooded top.

“Drifting left!” Tony warned the God. “On the side there, Lebowski”

Katie snorted at the reference. “Makes a change from Point Break.” she said, and Steve grinned.

 “Ratchet, how’s it going?”  Tony called.

 Rocket looked up from where he had been working on something underneath the glass platform “It’s Rocket. Take it easy. You’re only a genius on Earth, pal”

Tony stopped and grinned, catching Katie’s eye, passing the cable to Rocket and giving the raccoon instructions on where to plug each wire.

 “Okay so where’s Lang?” Steve asked, looking around.

“In the chamber having his suit calibrated.” Nat looked up from the tablet she was poking around on. The machine lit up, and Tony stepped back and looked at her. “So far the fluctuation levels are holding.” She nodded and Tony grinned.

 “You say it like you’re surprised, Red.” He shot back. She merely smirked to herself, tapping again.

 “I’ll go see if they’re ready.” Katie nodded.

 “Hey, hey, hey! Easy, easy!” She could hear Scott’s voice as she approached the side chamber in the lab.

 “I’m being very careful” Banner replied

 “No, you’re being very Hulky”

 “I’m being careful.”

She reached the doorway where Clint was leaning against the frame, and looked at him. He shot her a smirk as she turned her attention to Lang who was holding up a small, red glass tube.

“These are Pym Particles, alright? And ever since Hank Pym got snapped out of existence, this is it. This is what we have. We’re not making any more.” 

“Scott, calm down.” Rhodey soothed, looking at him.

 “Sorry.” Scott said, “But we’ve only got enough for one round trip each. That’s it. No do-overs. Plus two test runs.”

 At that, with a yell, he shrank and then grew again back to his normal size after accidentally pressing a button. Katie let out a groan as she looked at Clint.

 “One test run.” she shot, turning to Lang.

“All right. I’m not ready for this.” Scott shook his head and Katie noticed the slightly panicked look in his face. Before she could say anything else, however, Clint spoke softly.

“I’m game.” He nodded as everyone turned to him. “I’ll do it.

There was a moment’s pause before Katie grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “Suit up then, Hawkeye.”

Clint and Lang switched places, and Bruce handed him one of the GPS controllers. Instantly the same suit Lang was wearing formed round Clint as Lang deactivated his, grabbing his baseball cap from the floor.

“Wai-wait a second, let me ask you something.” Rhodey spoke, his tone making it clear this was something he had been thinking about for a while. “If we can do this, you know, go back in time, why don’t we just find baby Thanos, you know, and…” He made a hand gesture suggesting he was strangling something.

“First of all that’s horrible.” Bruce spoke in a disgusted voice.

“It’s Thanos.” Rhodey shrugged, simply and Katie had to agree. If that as a plan would work, she had no problems in going back and being the one to choke the life out of him. Infant or no infant.

“And secondly, time doesn’t work that way. Changing the past doesn’t change the future.” Bruce continued.

“Look.” Scott nodded.  “We go back, we get the stones before Thanos gets them, Thanos doesn’t have the stones. Problem solved.”

“Bingo.” Clint agreed.

“That’s not how it works.” Katie shook her head.

“She’s right.” Nebula added. “It’s not.”

“Well, that’s what I heard.” Clint shrugged.

“What? By who? Who told you that?” Bruce sighed.

Rhodey held up his hand, counting with his fingers as he spoke. “Star Trek, Terminator, TimeCop, Time After Time…”

“A Wrinkle in Time, Somewhere in Time.” Rhodey continued.

“Hot Tub Time Machine” Scott added.

“Hot Tub Time Machine. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Basically, any movie that deals with time travel.” Rhodey looked around.

“Die Hard?” Scott asked, before he frowned. “No, that’s not one.”

“This is known.” Rhodey finished.

“I don’t know why everyone believes that, but that isn’t true.” Banner said, earnestly “Think about it: If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past. Which can’t now be changed by your new future.”

“Exactly.” Nebula added.

“So ‘Back To The Future’ is a bunch of bullshit?” Scott asked, with the air of a small child whom someone had just told Santa didn’t exist.

“Afraid so.” Katie looked at him. “Furthermore, there’s a theory that Tony alluded to when he mentioned the Deutsch proposition. If you alter an event in the past you create an alternate universe and timeline as a result. You don’t change yours.”

“Which is why I think we’re gonna have to put the stones back when we’re done.” Bruce mused. “But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He tapped a final button and then stood up. “Okay, that’s it.”

“Ready?” Katie looked at Clint. 

He nodded “Let’s get this show on the road.”

*****

“Lang had an attack of nerves when he accidentally used up one lot of Pym Particles” Katie explained as Steve looked at Clint, confused as to why he was the one in the Quantum Suit on the platform in the middle of the hangar.

“Wait, he used them?” Steve frowned.

“Yeah, so now we only have one test run. But Clint says he’s up for it.” She looked at Tony who opened his mouth to say something, and shook her head. He took a deep breath, simply shrugging as Steve turned to Clint.

“All good?” He asked, and Clint gave him the thumbs up.

“Alright, Clint.” Banner looked at him. “We’re going in three… two… one!”

The helmet sprang forth onto Clint’s head from his suit and he was sucked down through the platform into the Quantum Realm.

“Returning in five…four…three…two…one!”   

The portal opened again and Clint re-materialised on the glass platform, breathing heavily.  

Natasha was first up the steps, taking his face in her hands “Hey, hey, look at me. You okay?”

He waved off her concern, but that wasn’t what Steve was looking at. It was the baseball glove in his hands. Clint tossed it to Tony who caught it, slapping it slightly into his hand, a look of victory on his face.

It worked.

“Cap?” Tony turned to Steve and he realised that everyone was looking to him for directions.

“We need to plan carefully where we go.” He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath and letting it out. “I suggest we start first thing in the morning.”

****

“Em,” Steve spoke as the family sat down to dinner later that evening. “You know we’ve been doing a lot of work at the compound?”

He looked at Emmy, who nodded. After swearing her to secrecy, they’d explained everything to her when they had first started, both of them believing she was old enough to know the truth, and they respected her too much to keep anything from her. 

“Has it worked? Did Tony build it?”

“Yeah, and we think that we should probably move to the compound, just until this is all over. We’ll still make sure you get to school and stuff, we don’t want any of this to impact anything for either of you.” He looked at her. She took a deep breath, but it wasn’t her who spoke next, It was Jamie.

“Can I bring my toys? And Lucky?”

“I think Clint would really like to see him again.” Katie smiled. Clint’s reunion with the dog a few weeks ago would have melted even the coldest of hearts. Lucky had been overjoyed to see his old master, and Clint had buried his face into the animal’s fur, sobbing quietly. Jamie had been indignant that the dog was paying more attention to Clint than him, but that had all changed when Jamie had called his name and Lucky had run back to his side, licking him furiously. Katie had explained to Clint that the two had a very strong bond and Clint had smiled, stating that the animal had loved Nathaniel as well. He was simply happy someone had taken care of him. 

“He’s my dog.” Jamie pouted and Steve snorted, shooting Katie a look.

“Someone else doesn’t like people touching their stuff.” he muttered, grimacing as Katie kicked him in the shin “Ow!”

*****

“You know, we’re gonna have problems if Clint wants to take that dog back.” Steve said as they lay in bed later that night.

“I’m hoping he won’t” Katie sighed. “I mean he’s twelve this year, I’m sure Clint will be happy to let stay seeing as he’s older now.”

“Oh is that how it works?” Steve asked, his hand moving through her hair. “The older you are, the more people want to keep you settled?”

“Why else do you think I kept you around for so long?” Katie shrugged.

“That’s just rude, Mrs Rogers.” Steve looked at her and she grinned as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Suppose you have other uses.” She smirked against his lips.

“Really, what might they be?” He asked, in between kisses as she straddled him, his hands creeping up the t-shirt she was wearing and resting on her hips.

“Not sure now you come to mention it?” She wrinkled her nose, wriggling slightly against his crotch, making him grunt. “You might need to remind me.”

Steve simply pushed his hips upwards and Katie groaned softly as his arousal pressed up against her spot. Steve’s hand moved from her hip up to the back of her neck, pulling her down into a deep kiss that had the pair of them wanting far more. Steve hungrily pulled her top over her head, sitting up, running his nose up and down her sternum in between the lines of her breasts. Katie’s head fell back slightly as she bit her lip, relishing the feeling of his skin on hers as his lips traced a path from her jaw line to her neck.

“Remembered yet?” He muttered, breath hot on her ear as she let out another soft whimper.

“Not quite.” She teased. In a flash he had her on her back, and was kissing down the length of her body, nose skimming the waist band of her underwear before he hooked a finger into each side and pulled the garment down her legs. Hands on her knees he gently moved he legs further apart and grinned at the sight of her arousal.

“Liar.” He mumbled, setting his mouth to her. 

Her soft, breathy moans soon filled their room as his tongue worked her over, his right hand placed over her stomach to anchor her into place. He would never get tired of this, hearing her, feeling her as she came undone, her back arching off the bed, knees gripping at the side of his head. He snuck a glance upwards and had to chuckle slightly as she had a pillow pressed over her face to muffle her noises. As she flattened back down, he dispensed of his boxers, crawling back over her, gently removing the item from her face.

“You okay?” He asked with a trace of amusement. She glanced up at him, smiling and laughed as she drew her breath.

“You know, one other thing about going back to the compound,” she chuckled as he pressed against her, giving her another kiss, “the walls to our room are soundproof so there’s no-“

He cut her off as he pushed into her harshly, causing her eyes to close and her breath to catch. He continued to thrust, slowly, powerfully. Watching her face as he did so.

“Eyes on me, Doll.” He managed a low growl and she bit down on her lip, before her jaw slacked slightly and he saw her brow crease just as it always did when she was about to tip over that precipice, riding that fine line between pain and pleasure.

“Come on, Kitten.” He panted, his hips continuing. “Let go…”

And she did, she came hard as her hands wrapped around his biceps, nails digging into his skin as Steve chased his own end furiously, coming with a violent final thrust, his head buried in the crook of her shoulder.

They lay in silence for a while, Katie falling asleep way before Steve. The Soldiers brain was running on overdrive analysing the day. Their machine worked, the test run had been a success, but he knew the hard work was only just beginning. They had to suss out when and where to go to get the stones, and then there was actually doing it. That was going to be the hardest part of all. Then, they faced even more engineering to develop something to harness them, and, maybe the biggest question of all, deciding who was going to snap their fingers.

He glanced down at his wife, her long eyelashes laying against her cheek as she slept. She looked so peaceful.  With a soft sigh he kissed the top of her head and lay back, eyes closed, the warmth of her body soothing him slightly as he felt the tendrils of tiredness pulling him under.

**** Chapter 53

 **Original Posting**

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Gold Dust Part 1 - Welcome Home

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Vision

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,376

Notes:  This one shot is the first in a series of one shots I'll be writing about Wanda and Vision. They'll all be posted here and won't follow any particular order. Since this is my first foray into this pairing, I went with something less about plot and more about the couple just enjoying each other. Aka, this is smut with a tiny bit of world building. Messages are very much appreciated. I'd love to hear from you!

Collection Summary:  Shuri was able to successfully extract the Mind Stone from Vision during Infinity War. Despite this, Thanos still managed to get a hold of it and perform the snap. With Wanda gone, Vision is without her for five years. After the events of End Game, Wanda and Vision have been reunited and they’ve started a new life together. Here are snippets of that new life.

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***

The only thing worse than the sound of someone you love screaming in anguish is the sound of nothing at all. For three weeks, that’s all Wanda heard. Endless nothingness as he waited for him. She didn’t know if he was alive or dead. Hurt or in tact. The only thing she knew was the empty space he’d left when he’d kissed her goodbye and walked out the door three weeks ago.

Maybe she was overreacting. She felt deep down he would come home to her, but the more time that passed the harder it was to be certain. The more time that passed, the further away she felt from him. With or without the mind stone, she felt him.

Sparky heard him coming before Wanda did, waking from a deep sleep in the middle of the rug. He ran to Wanda’s bedside, whimpering and shaking. When she finally got out of bed she scooped him up and shook her head at the small dog.

“Some guard dog you are,” she whispered to him as she set him back down and headed for the source of the noise.

She felt this day would come. While he felt far away, he was never out of reach. However, at that moment she was hoping it would have been with some kind of warning.

Maybe mid-morning, after her shower when she could have been fresh faced and alert. Ready to greet him with anything he wanted. Not in the middle of the night like this. Dawn was approaching but wasn’t quite there and Wanda’s body was still heavy with sleep. Her auburn hair in a disheveled ponytail, oversized t-shirt wrinkled and hanging off her shoulder and a taste in her mouth she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy.

Only it wasn’t her worst enemy fiddling with the lock on the front door downstairs when he could easily phase through it without a sound. Three weeks. She last saw and spoke with her husband three weeks ago, just before he left on a mission with the newly reformed team. They’d all talked about it, keeping the Avengers going, but with Tony gone and Steve living out his golden years in peace, it took time for them all to feel ready. Once it was decided that they would regroup and handle smaller covert missions, Wanda couldn’t join in for a while. As much as she wanted to go with Vision, they both knew it was for the best that she stayed home for the time being. It was far too dangerous for her.

Wanda quickly grabbed for the blue plaid robe on her husband’s side of the closet and shrugged into it, struggling to pull the side closed against her ever swelling belly; the reason why missions weren’t the best idea for her right now. She’d just made it down the steps as Vision opened the door and dropped his bag down at his side. Wanda’s lips quirked up at the corners, breaking out into a full smile as she stepped down the last step.

“Darling!” Vision exclaimed, beaming back at his wife standing before him. “I came home as soon as we’d secured the area and reconvened at the new compound. I didn’t even stay for the debriefing.”

“That explains this…” Wanda laughed, reaching up to touch a smear of dirt on Vision’s forehead. He was still in his human form, not yet far enough into the house to change. It was a discussion they’d had several times over the last few months. No phasing through things outside of the house, and human form while outside. There was only one reason for those rules.

Neighbors.

Since they bought their home, it was a matter of making sure Vision used doors properly and didn’t phase through walls unannounced while maintaining his human facade. They feared the neighbors wouldn’t quite understand the phenomena set before them if given the opportunity and they wanted as much peace as possible in their new neighborhood.

“I hope I didn’t scare you,” Vision began apologetically. He moved forward, hands pressing gently against Wanda’s shoulders, his thumb caressing the exposed skin of her neck. “I just had to come home to see you, no matter the time.”

“You could never scare me, Vis,” Wanda moved a step closer, pressing her hands against his chest and moving down to take his hands. “Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

As Wanda dipped a washcloth in warm water, Vision sat on the edge of the bathtub watching his wife’s ministrations. Delicate yet dangerous hands rung out the water over and over until she was satisfied. His eyes roamed further, back to the exposed neck, the soft swell of her breasts and finally settling on the round belly keeping her a few inches from the sink.

“You’ve grown,” he remarked with a smile.

“I’d watch my words if I were you,” Wanda warned lightly, launching warm droplets of water at him from the end of the washcloth. “You’re treading on a sensitive subject.”

“I just meant to say that you’re beautiful,” Vision returned, summoning Wanda to him. “You’re carrying our boys. How could that possibly be negative?”

“I don’t always feel very beautiful,” Wanda admitted, smiling as Vision’s strong hands enveloped her belly. “I’m off balance, tired, sick…”

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Vision said sympathetically, planting a kiss just above her belly button. “Behave, boys,” he whispered. “Your mother is doing brilliant things.”

They’d found out they were pregnant not long after moving into the new house. And when Wanda’s belly started growing larger than normal each week, they weren’t surprised when they were told they were having twins.

Vision had wanted their gender to be a surprise, but Wanda said she could never carry two babies and not have names for either of them. When it was confirmed both babies were boys, they agreed to each name one.

William and Thomas.

Strong hands roamed the expanse of Wanda’s belly, reveling in how just three weeks had changed her body so much. He stopped at the hem of her t-shirt, a puzzled look suddenly crossing his face.

“Have you left any of my clothes for me?” he questioned as he then fiddled with the shirt hem. His shirt. “Is there anything for me to wear to bed?”

A stray piece of hair roamed free from Wanda’s pony tail and dangled in front of her face as she looked down at Vision and smiled.

“I hope not,” she murmured playfully, swiping the warm washcloth across the smear of dirt on Vision’s forehead with one hand while lightly tracing the curve of his jaw with the other. “I’d rather you came to bed without tonight.”

Vision smirked, “I’d like to say the same for you, then.” He toyed with the shirt hem further, coaxing Wanda.

She let the robe fall from her shoulders first, pooling around her feet like a deep puddle. Vision took a moment to take in the sight. His wife, standing before him in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. He’d never tire of seeing her like this. Nearly naked, guard down, waiting for him. In one swift motion, he pulled the t-shirt up and over Wanda’s head.

Large hands quickly moved back to Wanda’s belly. He lightly caressed the growing bump and traced the line at her bellybutton, leaving goosebumps on her skin.  His hands never left her body as he traveled upward to cup her breasts in each hand. With a single squeeze Wanda sucked in a breath at the touch.

Vision moved his hands away quickly. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, looking for a source of pain. “Have I hurt you?”

“They’re just a little tender. It’s okay,” Wanda assured him, taking his hands in hers and bringing them back to her breasts. “Gentle, that’s all. But please,” she breathed, “please touch me.”

Vision, now aware of his wife’s discomfort, lightly swept his hands across Wanda’s breasts, making sure his palms just grazed her hard nipples on his way up to gauge her reaction.

Wanda moaned under her husband’s touch. She loved how his warm hands felt over her breasts, his fingertips gently circling her nipples with one hand while the other snaked up to caress her jaw as he urged forward toward his mouth. She happily obliged, pressing her lips to his.

The kiss started easy, both of them slowly enjoying the feeling of the other’s lips. But it soon deepened. Wanda opened her mouth, allowing Vision’s tongue in. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue and gently nipped at it.

“Bedroom?” he breathed against her lips.

She nodded. “Bedroom.”

Hand in hand, Wanda led her husband to the bedroom. All Vision could focus on was the curve of Wanda’s ass moving back and forth with each step. With his free hand, he began to unbutton his shirt, dropping it in a heap in the middle of the hallway.

Once in the bedroom, Wanda turned and pressed her body against Vision.

“Touch me again,” she instructed, pressing a kiss to Vision’s chest.

His hands crept down her body, committing every curve to memory. Though her skin was warm, she was covered in goosebumps. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, silently reminding her that he was truly home. He reached down, hands brushing against her lower back while he made his way down to the waistband of her panties.

“May I?” he asked, rubbing the soft skin under the fabric.

“You may,” Wanda hummed. She moved away just enough to allow Vision to slip the panties down and as she stepped out of them, her hands moved to Vision’s pants.

The button and zipper were undone with ease and there was no time wasted on choreography when he took off the pants and underwear at the same time.

They were entangled in each other in no time; arms wrapped around each other, lips connected and the bed just a few feet away.

Together, they made their way toward it, gently falling down together, Wanda on top of Vision, stifled laughs coming from the pair of them.

“We ruined that attempt at eroticism,” Vision quipped, pushing a stray piece of Wanda’s hair behind her ear. “Let’s try again. Tell me what you need, darling.”

Wanda didn’t miss a beat. “I need your mouth on me.”

“That’s more like it,” Vision growled, moving up closer to the headboard as Wanda climbed up his body.

Wanda’s hands were already holding the headboard, her body hovering over Vision’s face; he wasted no time, starting by planting soft, tender kisses to her inner thigh as he held her hips and pulled her closer and closer to where he needed her to be.

Wanda gasped loudly when Vision’s mouth finally reached her middle. Entranced by his soft lips on her most delicate skin and desperate to feel his mouth on her again after three weeks, she moved down closer. The anticipation had her throbbing, and when his tongue lightly swept between her folds she cried out his name.

Easy movements turned into a steady rhythm between them both. While Vision’s mouth worked in tandem with his tongue, alternating between licking and kissing Wanda’s most sensitive areas, Wanda rolled her hips, ensuring no spot was forgotten.

Vision continued with fervor, inspired by the sounds his wife was making. With each pass his tongue made over her clit, her pitch grew higher and higher and her hips gyrated with purpose.

“Don’t stop,” Wanda panted, gripping the headboard tighter as her hips moved in short circles that grew briefer the closer she came to her orgasm. “I’m there.”

Her body seemingly gave out all at once, her legs shaking as each jolt of her orgasm moved through her. Disjointed moans that fought with heavy breaths tore through the room until they evaporated into the air as her orgasm subsided. Vision continued to lick and suck at her folds stopping only when she gently pushed herself off of him.

“Sensitive now,” she breathed with a laugh, dropping down onto the bed next to him.

Vision joined in with a laugh of his own, turning to look at his rosy cheeked wife, breaths still labored but a smile so big he knew he gave her what she wanted properly.

“Those noises you make when you come are magnificent,” he said, sliding his hand down to caress her belly again. “Those sounds. Your breath hitching. It’s all just... magnificent.”

“Shhh,” Wanda quelled through a smile. “I missed you so much, I just want to feel you near me again.”

“Mmm,” was all Vision said in agreement, settling in close to Wanda.

They lay in silence for what felt like days, just appreciating each other’s company as the sun rose. Vision listened to the gentle cadence of Wanda’s breathing while she played with his hair.

It was only then that Vision realized he was still in human form. Neither of them had given it any thought. They just needed to be with each other. As they lay together, Vision phased back to himself and broke their silence at the same time.

“I’m so glad you weren’t frightened by me returning home at such an awful hour,” he said, running his hand through the stray locks of hair that had fallen from Wanda’s ponytail.

“I’ve been waiting for you every night for three weeks,” Wanda admitted, pressing her hand to Vision’s cheek. “You scared Sparky but as soon as he started barking, I just knew it was you.”

“I scared the guard dog?” Vision laughed. “Or at least that’s what you said he’d be when we picked him out.”

Wanda hid her face in Vision’s chest. “He’s the size of your shoe, Vis. You knew he wasn’t going to be a guard dog.”

“I’m not entirely familiar with the growth rate of dogs,” Vision explained, laughing again as Wanda slapped his arm. “I’ll look into it, though.”

A comfortable silence filled the room, bringing a sense of calm and order to Wanda that she hadn’t felt since Vision left on the mission.

“Welcome Home,” Wanda whispered, unsure if Vision was still awake. She pressed her lips to Vision’s chest and closed her eyes, content once again.

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I Want You

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Written for Laur’s Quarantine Writing Challenge. Her work is always amazing so check it out @fvckingavengers​

Song Prompt: I want you – Nick Jonas. Lyrics in italics throughout (and the title)

Word count: 3.6K

Summary: Bucky messed up but he can’t live without you. He wants you and has to get you back

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff and smut 18+ only (covered all bases here I think!)

Authors notes: GIF not mine. Ahhh so happy to be writing again. It is my first song prompt and was so fun to write. Gotta love some arguments and the eventual making up. I don’t write smut very often but hope you like it. Really tempted to do a follow up if people are interested? Feedback is always welcome so please let me know what you think x

Here is my masterlist if you want to read any of my other Bucky one-shots!

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The knocking at your door woke you up with a start. You looked across at the clock and saw it was 2 in the morning. There was another loud bang on the door. You groaned, flicked on the bedside lamp and dragged yourself out of bed to the front door of your apartment. Glancing through the peephole in the door you sighed. “Bucky go away, I don’t want to talk to you. It’s the middle of the night for fucks sake.” You saw as he moved closer to the door. “Would you let me in, or I’m breaking in ‘cause I ain’t gonna let you go.” Knowing full well that the super soldier would follow through with his threat, you started to unlock the door. Bucky strode into the room as soon as you opened the front door, his hands running through his short locks. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, stress etched across his handsome features. “Just so you know, I’m only letting you in because I don’t want to piss off the neighbours.”

“Y/N, I want you and no one else” Anger surged through your body. “I’m not having this conversation again Bucky. If you wanted me that bad then you wouldn’t be afraid to tell people about me and you definitely wouldn’t be eye fucking and flirting with other women in front of me.” Bucky’s head dropped, you were right that he hadn’t behaved how he should, treated you the way you deserved, but he did want you. He watched as you walked back towards your bed and climbed in, pulling the duvet around you. “Y/N come on. Can you please just listen to what I have to say?” You groaned and slammed you head back again the pillows. “Fine but not now, I’m fucking knackered alright. I’ll listen to what you have to say in the morning.” Bucky shifted nervously. “Um can I crash here?” Although Bucky couldn’t see your face he knew you would be rolling your eyes. “Whatever. The sofa is all yours. Don’t mistake this as an act of kindness or a sign I want to get back together. I just can’t be bothered to argue with you at 2 in the fucking morning.” He threw his arms up in surrender and headed towards the sofa, pulling off his jacket and shoes. Just as he was unbuckling his belt something large a soft hit him in the back. He turned and picked up the pillow you had just thrown at him and smiled to himself. Clearly you cared about him on some level. “Thanks Y/N” You responded only by waving your arm back at him. “See you in the morning” This time all he got was a grunt as you turned off the lamp, throwing the apartment into darkness. Bucky silently finished undressing, leaving him in just his boxers. He pulled the knitted throw off the back of the sofa and got himself as comfortable as he could.

He was going to fix this. He had to fix this, he was crazy about you. You had dated for over 6 months. Those 6 months had been the happiest of his life.

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The first time he had met you was in the library, he was looking for a book by an author that Wanda had recommended. You had been sat at one of the desks marking some exam papers, hair pulled up into a messy bun, glasses perched on the end of your nose. He had been so distracted by the cute face you were pulling that he dropped the book he was pulling from the shelf, the noise when it hit the wooden floor had made you jump. “Shit” Bucky had said rather loudly making you look around to find the source of the interruption. He had grimaced as your eyes met and shrugged apologetically.  You had just smiled and returned to marking your papers.

He had lingered in the library far longer than normal until the librarian announced the library was closing. Bucky looked around to see where you were but to his surprise you weren’t there. “Hey” he spun around to see you stood next to him, as grin spreading across your face.  “Um hi.” You plucked the book he had and inspected it carefully. “That’s a good one. If you like it then you should read the Jack Reacher books. All about an ex-military bloke with a lizard brain. Everywhere he goes so does trouble.” Bucky hadn’t really known what book he had in his hand, it had been more of a cover for him so he could stay at catch a few glimpses of you without seeming too suspicious. “Thanks, I will bear that in mind …” He gestured at you “Y/N” you added and offered him your free hand which he shook, trying to ignore the feeling spreading through his body as his skin touched yours for the first time. “Bucky” You shot him a quizzical look. “Unusual name?” He took the book from you now and shoved it back onto the shelf. “Well it’s from my middle name Buchannan.” Bucky scratched the back of his neck “Don’t suppose you want to grab a coffee on the way out? You can tell me more about the lizard brain.” You chuckled but agreed. From there you had sat in the park for a couple of hours talking about your lives. Bucky glossed over the details of his past but you knew a little bit about it from the news, not that it bothered you. He was sweet, kind and had the ability to make you feel like you had the most interesting life, even though as a teacher you really didn’t. He laughed at the stories you told him and before you knew it you had wondered to a little bistro and had dinner with each other. He had then walked you back to your apartment and you arranged an official first date for the following evening.

Bucky kept his life with you separate from the avengers. You could understand it really, it was a completely different world. He promised to introduce you to Steve and Sam at some point but every time you tried to invite them around for dinner Bucky always made an excuse. It made you feel like he was ashamed of you. Both of you had busy schedules, he had missions and you had a full-time teaching job. But you found a way to make it work. You gave him a key to your place which meant that most nights when you got in Bucky was waiting for you. It was the evenings you spent curled up against him on the couch, chatting about the events of the day that made the relationship work. That precious time where neither of you worried about anything and just took comfort in being around each other. There were other ways that you found comfort as well. Bucky worshipped your body, which you normally hid behind ripped mom jeans and loose cable knit sweaters. But he knew what you were hiding and he just couldn’t get enough of you. That feeling was mutual, dating a man injected with super serum definitely had its benefits. You weren’t with the man for his body but you definitely weren’t going to complain. Bucky could have been sculpted by an artist who envisaged the perfect human man; hard muscular planes, thick powerful legs and the metal arm, whilst probably not imagined by Michelangelo, only added to his appeal.

Everything had been going well until a couple of weeks ago. He had mentioned a party that Tony Stark was throwing that he had to attend, you had half expected him to ask you to go with him, knowing how much he hated big gatherings. But he didn’t. Instead he left you to spend the evening by yourself and rocked up at 3 in the morning, slightly drunk from some Asgardian drink, smelling of perfume and with his face covered in bright red lipstick. That night you had your first major fight followed by the best make up sex of your life. Despite all of this there was part of you that had begun to doubt whether you were enough for Bucky. You weren’t some super fit model-like woman, you were average, run of the mill normal.

The following week Bucky had taken you out for meal and the whole night you watched as his eyes followed the waitress’s ass around the room and on the walk home how he had turned as some drunk scantily clad women stumbled down the street. This was the final straw. The fight when you had got home was worse than the last. Then it was over, Bucky was gone and you were on your own again. He hadn’t fought to keep you and despite the love you held for him it wasn’t enough.

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At first when you heard the noises coming from your kitchen you panicked but then your remembered. Bucky. You silently slipped into the bathroom and splashed your face with cold water, and pulled your hair into a high pony before going to face him. In the morning light you got a better look at him; there were deep purple marks below his eyes, the scruff of a newly formed beard and the tension in his shoulder made it evident that he was stressed. He was stood in his boxers and the shirt he had been wearing last night loose around his torso. You went at sat at the breakfast bar and he gave you a half apologetic smile. “Sorry about last night, I just needed to see you, be near you. I don’t know how to exist without you, I can’t sleep. I’m just lost.” A small groan escaped your lips, the fight you had in you last night was rapidly disappearing. You missed Bucky. It wasn’t difficult to fall in love with him but it sure was difficult to fall out of love with him. “Buck, I went through this. You’re clearly ashamed of me. You wouldn’t introduce me to your friends and when we went out you couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself.” Bucky put down the batter mix he had been whisking and looked at you. “Y/N I didn’t take you to that party because I knew there would be a hundred pricks there who wouldn’t have been able to take their eyes off you. I didn’t want you to realise what a jealous shit I really am.” Bucky raised his hand at you when you started to interrupt. “No, I need to finish. At the restaurant the other week you thought I was following the waitress around well what I was really looking at were the arseholes at the bar that kept eyeing you up, especially when you got up to go the toilet. Their eyes were glue to your arse, not that I can blame them, but they had no right to objectify you like that.” Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you tried to think back to that night. “What about the girls on the street?” Now it was Bucky’s turn to be confused. “What girls?” You scoffed “The ones who walked by with their tits out and their dressed practically showing of their you know...” Bucky let out a frustrated sigh. “Y/N I didn’t even see them, it was the two drunk blokes behind us, I could hear them saying things about you. I swear, I only turned to scare them off.”

Could you have really got it that wrong. Had your own jealously really made you that paranoid. “Even if all of that is true Buck, why wouldn’t you let me meet Steve or Sam?” Bucky made his way around the counter so that he was stood in front of you. “Look Y/N” he said taking your hand in his “I want you for myself, I thought introducing you to them would make you realise you could do so much better than me. There is stuff in my past I’m not proud of ok, they’re much better guys than I am. I just didn’t want to lose you.” You reached out and caressed his cheek with your free hand “I know about your past Ok? As far as I am concerned none of that matters, it’s who you are now that I care about. You’re the man I fell in love with.” Bucky placed his hand on yours and tilted his head to find your eyes. “I love you Y/N, I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. I want you, and nothing else will do.” You rested your forehead against his “Promise me that you will get it out of your head that you’re not good enough for me. I get to make that decision, I’m not going to leave you and in return I’ll reign in my jealousy and trust you more.” Bucky pulled back, searched your eyes and realised you meant every word. “I promise Y/N. I was thinking I know it’s a bit soon but do you want to stay at my place next weekend? You can meet everyone.” You smiled brightly at him “I would love that Buck.” His head dipped as he captured your lips with his, his hands moving to the back of your head holding you against him. You groaned at the gesture and felt your arousal beginning to pool. It had been a very long two weeks and you had missed the feeling that only Bucky could create. Bucky moaned against your mouth as your lips parted allowing access, your tongues dancing around as you became reacquainted.

Bucky pressed his knee between your legs, allowing him step between them. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and his fell to your hips as he lifted you, your legs circled around his waist. He carried you across the room to the bed without breaking the kiss, your now wet clothed core rubbing against his hardening member. Bucky dropped you carefully onto the bed and was on top of you in a second, his lips crashing to yours once again. You wriggled your hips against his wanting him to get the hint. “Bucky please” you whined against his lips. He chuckled as his mouth trailed down your neck and he nipped teasingly at the sensitive skin there before sucking at the junction just above your collar bone. Your fingers ran across his chest and began pushing off his shirt, he got the idea, pulling away from your briefly to remove it before turning his attention to the t-shirt you were wearing. “I was wondering where that had got to” he murmured as he lifted the fabric of his red henley up revealing a small strip of skin just above your lace panties. He placed butterfly kisses along the newly exposed skin as his hands continued their journey underneath, tracing the outline of your breasts. “It still smelt of you” you breathed as his thumbs teased patterns over your taut nipples. You sat up slightly so Bucky could pull the t-shirt up over your head. “Looks better on you anyway doll.”

Bucky looked down appreciatively at you, the blue in his eyes barely visible as his pupils were blown. “So fucking gorgeous” You smiled up at him and let your hand trace up the defined muscles of his abdomen, up across his chest to his shoulders where you pulled him down to you crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was all teeth, one of desperation. Your fingernails dug into Bucky’s back keeping him close to you, his hand finding your breasts once again where he kneaded at the soft flesh before rolling your nipples between his fingers, making you gasp into his mouth. His lips left yours as he trails hot wet kisses down your body, stopping to pay particular attention to your breasts before continuing their journey downwards. Your fingers wind into his hair as his lips press against your clothed bundle of nerves making your hips buck. Bucky continues to tease you, his fingers exploring everywhere other than where you wanted them, his teeth graze over the top of your panties. You whine as the heat in your lower belly starts becoming too much. “Bucky, I want you. Please.” The need in your voice nearly makes him come on the spot but he wants to do this properly, these two weeks have been hell without you. “I’m getting there doll, gonna to make you feel so good.” Bucky sits up so that he can remove the last barrier from your body, his cock twitches in his boxers as he looks down on you and decides that he can’t wait any longer. He tears the lace from your body. Normally you would have been annoyed at him for that but your desire has over taken any rational thought. He removes his own underwear before attaching his mouth suddenly to your clit. You scream at the contact as you writhe underneath him. Bucky holds your hips down with his hands as his tongue licks at the juices that have already collected at your apex. He hums at the taste, the vibration coursing through your whole body. Your fingernails dig into his scalp, holding him in place, as his tongue enters you, twisting and thrusting leaving you so close to the edge, his nose bumping your clit as he continues his assault. He removes his tongue and before you can cry at the loss of contact his mouth is back on your clit, sucking at it harshly until your cry out his name and a string of curses, the knot in your stomach finally bursting. Bucky keeps his mouth on you as you ride out your high, the final waves of pleasure still pulsing through your body as he makes his way up to your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips making you groan, his tongue gliding over yours.

Deciding you want more control, you manoeuvre yourself so that Bucky is underneath you whilst you straddle his hips. You grind against him slowly, your slick coating his member. A small hiss escapes his mouth and closes his eyes as you pick up the pace, your hands falling to his chest for support. “Fuck doll” Bucky’s hands tighten around your hips as he helps guide your movements. “I need you Y/N” he pants as you reach down between you taking his member and positioning him before you sink down onto him. You stay still for a few moments giving yourself time to adjust before you slowly begin you rock your hips. Bucky’s hands are all over you, pinching your nipples, traveling over your back before inserting two fingers into your mouth. You moan around Bucky’s fingers as your hips pick up speed, the heat in your belly building. “Shit doll” Bucky can’t help but thrust his own hips up, matching your moments. He removed his fingers and sits you both up so he can get deeper into you. The new angle makes you cry out. Your hands weave into his hair as you cling onto him for support as you head tilts back, Bucky places wet open mouth kissed to your exposed neck. His hand travels down between you as he circles your clit. He growls as he feels you walls flutter against him. His mouth finds yours again, teeth and tongue colliding. Both of you are panting now with the exertion. The room filled only with noise of your ragged breathing and the lewd sounds of skins slapping against skin. “Come on Y/N, I’m so close. Come with me Doll” he gasps against your lips. His words and the friction he is creating again your clit is enough to pull you over the edge. His name comes out almost like a broken sob as your orgasm rips through you, your fingernails digging into Bucky’s back to keep you grounded. As your walls tighten around Bucky, his thrusts become more erratic as he chases his releases. He shouts as he spills inside you with a final couple of thrusts. Both of you cling to each other, Bucky’s mouth ghosting along your sweat covered neck and along your collar bone before he gently bites on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. Your own forehead is pressed to Bucky’s shoulder, one hand curled around the back of his neck and the other running up and down his muscular back.

Bucky pulled you with him as he laid back against the bed. Your body resting on top of his still connected at your most private parts. “Mmmm I’ve missed this” you hummed against his chest, your fingers gently tracing the scars where metal joined flesh. Bucky leant down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered just loud enough so that you could hear him. Your hips wiggled slightly as you readjusted yourself so you could kiss up his neck and jaw before pressing your lips to his once more. You nipped and sucked on his bottom lip making him groan. His cock hardening again in side you. “Already Sergeant?” You teased. Bucky growled. “Damn straight doll” he replied before flipping you underneath him, his kiss urgent and all consuming, so much so it left you breathless. Bucky pulled back to let you catch your breath.  “I love you.” Bucky whispered softly as his hand traced over your cheekbone. “Love you too Bucky.” You placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now show me how much you really want me Sergeant.” Bucky’s eyes darkened immediately. “You many regret that Y/N.” You giggled before letting out a little squeal as Bucky began moving his hips again. “Doll your gonna feel just how much I want you for days.”

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I Won’t Leave Your Side

Natasha x stark! reader

warnings : angst, lil bit of fluff too!! this takes place during iw

summary: The reader misses her dad (Tony) and her girlfriend Natasha consoles her.

Today could possibly be marked at the worst day of your entire life. Thanos and his army took everything greedily for no good reason. Mothers missing their children, workers missing their bosses, regular people missing their loved ones and friends missing their friends. Thanos took away all that he could and you were left broken.

The dusting hit you harder than anyone in the compound, or at least it felt so. All of the life you ever known just gone in a matter of seconds. You lost the one person who made you feel at home. The worst thing about it is that you don’t even know if he’s okay. Your father, Tony Stark has been your rock since the day he took you under his wing. Tony may have not been your biological dad, but he sure as hell did treat you like his very own.

You were in a horrible place -mentally and physically-when Tony saved you, and you will be forever greatful. Pepper gave Tony a wonderful idea of going around to the orphanages in the area and have a contest to see who gets to spend the day with him. You were running the contest -since you worked there- but you weren’t getting paid much. Your boss made a fool of you every day,since you’re so stubborn, you stood your ground until your saving grace -Tony- showed up and saw your potential.

Tony has done so many things for you including being the reason you met your beautiful girlfriend of 2 years, Natasha Romanoff. A couple of weeks into you living at the compound , Tony brought up that it wasn’t safe for you to continue living there without knowing combat. It took some persuasion from him, but finally the next morning he had you up and awake. You normally never talked to others in the compound besides Tony and Pepper. Since you everyone had separate floors with equipped everything, you never found it necessary to go to other floors.

As soon as you reached the training room your jaw dropped to the floor. You have never seen such a beautiful woman right front of you. She was wearing black skin tight athletic leggings with a black bra and sneakers. she was sporting a messy pony on the top of her head. When I walked in she was in the middle of beating Steve’s ass, but as soon as we laid eyes on eachother, Steve pinned her down to the floor.

“I think you’re losing your touch, Romanoff!” Steve smirked.

“yeah, yeah, shut it Captain Underpants.” Nat scoffed.

Tony had Nat train you; not only for shits and giggles, but because she is so highly trained in everything...but mostly for shits and giggles.

“H-hi i’m y/n!” you blushed while looking at your hands. You could feel her eyes looking back, scanning my face and body.

“Hi, i’m Natasha, Natasha Romanoff, but friends call me Nat.” she smirks. I look back up at her;face still blazing red.

Feeling a little daring, you quip back “Where do I stand, Miss. Romanoff?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see then?” She bites her lip.

Little did you know that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship between you and Natasha. Everyday you would come down to the compound at 10am sharp and train with Nat for two hours, then go out to lunch with her. The teasing from Tony only got worse and worse each day.

“Awh, look at the two love birds.” Tony commented as he entered the living room.

The pair of you were cuddling on the couch watching some brain mushing reality TV show. Tony’s remark made your heart pound and hide your blushed face into the crook of natasha’s neck. You and Natasha didn’t talk about your undeniable feelings for eachother yet, but deep down you both knew that you were meant for eachother.

“Are you done yet, Tony? We would love to hear the TV.” Nat quirked and rose an eyebrow in your dad’s direction.

“Dad have I ever told you how much I love you and how much you mean to me?”You stood up next to your father and led him out of the room. You turn back around to see Natasha smiling at the action you just made.

“Come here, moya lyubov.” Nat hums as she opens her arms to welcome you to cuddle once more. She takes her hand and caresses your cheek while swooping a fly away strand of hair, and expelling it to behind your ear. You and Nat look at eachother in the eyes for what feels like an eternity until she finally makes a move. The kiss felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Her lips felt like sunshine after a rainstorm. She is everything you need and more. After you two separate, you could see the panic in Nat’s eyes. To clam her down, you swoop back in for another kiss, reassuring her that she didn’t make a mistake.

From that day forward you and Nat could not be separated. You both decided to wait a few before telling the compound since the whole being in a relationship thing was fairly new to the both of you. Nevertheless, when you guys decided it was the right time to tell everyone, they were all supportive and quite frankly not surprised at all. Not even a tiny bit. Actually when you both announced it, your dad screamed and ran up to hug you. He seemed to be more excited for the both of you than you and Nat were.

Now here you are, months later, sitting in a place that you used to call home. You don’t know if you could even call it that anymore. Without your dad, your closest friends, and loved ones, you feel lost. All you could do is sit and wait to see if your dad is alive. That hope that you have is slowly burning out.

You’re currently sitting in Tony’s favorite chair while you look out the window. You can’t help but to think about everything that’s happening. You find it hard to just shut off your brain these days. You feel strong yet delicate hands wrangler around your waist. You could tell it’s Natasha from perfume she’s wearing that you gifted her for her birthday last year.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,hmm?” Nat questions as you look up at her face. You can tell that she hasn’t been sleeping. The dark circles underneath her eyes could tell millions of stories of the sleepless nights she spent trying to find your dad and the others.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” you frown.

“And you didn’t answer my question.” Nat let’s go of you and walks to the front of the chair, kneeling down in front of you. You try to look down, but she takes her hand and makes you look at her in the eyes. As soon as you see her, you start to cry.

“It’s okay, baby, let it all out. I’m here for you I promise I won’t leave your side.” She coos.

“I’m just so tired, Nat. It should’ve been me who got dusted , not peter, not bucky, not wanda. It should’ve been me! My dad would’ve known what to do, but that’s not how the universe works is it, huh? My dad is god knows where and I have no fucking clue if he’s alive right now. I’m just so exhausted Nat I just wanna-” You were cut off by Natasha as she took your face into her hands and gave you a passionate kiss.

“Don’t you dare say those things, moya lyubov. I know not knowing where Tony is hurts and I know not knowing how to solve this hurts, but don’t you dare think for a second that you should’ve ended up like half the universe did. You know for a fact that Tony would be in this exact position as we are right now if roles were reversed. You are just as smart as your father and you’re not alone. We may not have much, but we have eachother. We will find away to fix all of this I promise you, okay?”

You nod and bend down to give natasha a hug and tell her to sit next to you. The both of you spend the rest of the day cuddling and reminiscing on the fun you had with your father before the events of Thanos.

“Thank you, Nat. I don’t think you understand how much I love you. I’m sorry for shutting you out. We’ll get through this together.” You interlock hands and kiss her palm.

“I love you too angel.”

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Don't Listen (Bucky Barnes)

Sequel to Psych Ward. Y/N feels like she doesn't belong at the Avengers Compound and wants to leave. Stark wants to learn more about her power. She refuses and he touches her arm, sending him into a coma.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Brue Banner, Bucky Barnes x reader (fluff)

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I've been trying to get comfortable at the Avengers compound but something doesn't feel right. I don't belong here, everyone else is proud of who they are and can actually help people. I just make them feel like their brain is melting and if they touch me long enough, they die. There's nothing proud about that. I'm dangerous, I'm always going to be dangerous.

I lay on my back and stare up at the white ceiling. Bucky walks in and takes off his shirt. "You okay, baby?" "Yeah, I'm just thinking." "About?" I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at Bucky. He has sweat dripping down his wide pecks and his hair is pulled into a man bun but there are a few loose strands of hair.

He's been outside a lot of the time and now he has a back golden tan. His tan makes his baby blue eyes stand out. "Y/N?" he says, bring me out of my thoughts. "Nothing. I'll go downstairs to get a snack." I stand from the bed and approach him. I peck his lips softly before advancing towards the door.

He grabs my wrist and says, "You sure you're okay?" "I don't.. think I belong here, Buck." "What? I thought you said that you were trying to get comfortable," "I am. I was. I-- look me in the eyes and tell me that my power is a hero's power." "You are still learning how to deal with this power. It can be very beautiful," "Taking a life by one touch is not beautiful, Bucky."

"Stark has been trying to figure out more about your power. He believes that there's more than just taking life," "What?" "He thinks you can give life as well as take it." "What like resurrection?" "Sort of, yeah." A knock on the door startled me until I heard Stark say, "Y/N?" I open the door to see Stark with a bag of chips.

"Bucky told me what your ideas are about my power." "Yeah? Well I'd like to test out my theory." "No, absolutely not. I'm not going to be responsible for killing someone. "No, not killing. Just putting them into a coma," he corrects. "The answer is no," I say before closing the door.

Bucky gives me looks at me with his hands on his hips. "Don't look at me like that," "He's just trying to help," "Not like this. This is dangerous." "I know, baby. I'm sorry." He pulls me in for a hug and as soon as my face touches his sweaty chest, my entire body froze. "Oops, now you have no choice but to shower with me." "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"And what if I did?" He slowly crept towards me and I immediately turn around to sprint the other way when he grabs me. I laugh loudly as his peach fuzz scratches against my neck. Bucky lifted me over his shoulder and walked me into the bathroom. He sets me down on the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He presses a kiss on the crook of my neck and I exhale softly. I lean my head back and rest it against the mirror. He pulls my shirt over my head and stops when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. He pulls out his phone and puts on Pony by Ginuwine on full blast. "Get in the shower," he commands.

**

I wear one of Bucky's sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants to hide any bruises and hickeys that Bucky left. Bucky just wore a black woman beater and grey sweatpants. He didn't bother covering up his hickeys. I feel one of his arms wrap around my chest and another on my hip. I sigh and lean into his warm chest.

"If I left, would you come with me?" I ask softly. "One hundred percent. I just think that you should give Stark a chance." "He'll die if I touch him, Buck. And anyone else." "Except me," he finishes. He kisses my cheek before pulling me behind him as he advances towards the door.

We walk downstairs and Stark says, "Ah, look whose finally came to their senses." "The answer is still no, Stark." "Oh come on, you don't want to at least try to-" "The final answer is no." I walk to the kitchen to grab some fruit when I felt a hand touch mine. A hand that wasn't Bucky's. "No," I say to myself.

I turn around to see Stark drop on the floor. "Stark!" Natasha knelt down next to him and when I take a step towards him, she says, "Stay away, you've done enough." "Just him on a morphine drip for twenty four hours and he'll slowly come out of it." I say before standing up to leave.

"You know what, no, I'm not going to leave this place like this. I told you from the beginning that I wasn't a hero. I don't have an on and off switch like you guys do. You tried to mold me into you guys but the truth is I'm never going to be like you guys. Now you finally understand that." I add before going upstairs to pack my bags.

I hear doorsteps behind me but I choose to ignore them. I take my duffel bag and stuff it full of clothes and toiletries. "Y/N," "I told you all of you this was a bad idea. But you are all hell bent on trying to change me." "No one is trying to change you, especially not me." "Then why were you so hell bent on trying to learn more about my power. To change me."

"I just wanted to give you a chance for a normal life. You.. you deserve it." he admits. I stop packing and look over my shoulder at him. "If I had a normal life, I wouldn't have met you, Buck." "And if I had to choose between you and something normal, I'd choose you in a heartbeat." I add.

He looks down at the floor and I didn't know why until I heard a sniffle. "I always thought that you deserved better than me." he croaks. "No one else is better for me than you," I set down my clothes on the bed and made my way over to him. I wrap my arms under his cupped the back of my head. I press a kiss on his temple as he sniffled into my neck. "I'm not going anywhere," I add.

[notyetneedcoffee]

Rearranging His Plans

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Smut

Author’s Note: I was sent several requests to do a follow up to Not What He Had Planned. So, ask and ye shall receive!

ooooo

You woke to the sound of Steve’s voice. Head lifting off the pillow, you quickly realized he was on the phone in the other room. With a sigh, you stretched, feeling every sore muscle and delightful ache. Glancing at the clock confirmed you’d only slept for about an hour. After the intense encounter in the little conference room, Steve spirited you away to his room to thoroughly show you how much he’d been wanting you. After, you couldn’t help drifting off.

The pillow smelled like him. You breathed in deep, smiling. Every muscle felt heavy, relaxed. The man was good, no denying it.

“No, Nick!” Steve’s voice hardened. “I’m not letting it go. Just answer the question.”

What? He was talking to Fury, actually he sounded angry with Fury. You got up and snagged Steve’s pullover from the floor. Slipping it on, you padded closer to the door. Steve was staring out the window in living area of his suite. He wore only sweats that rested low on his hips. His strong bare shoulders bunched with tension.

“Wait.” Steve growled. “Karen Ellison was the investigating agent? Did anyone bother to verify her findings?” He ran his fingers through his hair, listening. “Well, I have reason to doubt the ‘unbiased’ nature of her report.” He sighed. “Let’s just say she’d didn’t like an answer I gave her.”  

You leaned against the doorway, wrapping your arms around yourself. If Steve didn’t want you eavesdropping, he would have closed the door.  

“Well, I’m telling you those people were friends and family. Your report is wrong. Check again.” Steve ordered. He hung up the cell and tossed in on the counter.  

“Thank you for that.” You said quietly.  

Steve turned around, his hand on his hips. A look of frustration marred his face. “I had to try.”

You stepped closer to him, slipping your hands around his trim waist. You rubbed your nose along his collar bone. “At least you know I’m not some tramp running around divulging company secrets.”

“Y/N, I never…” Steve began to protest, but you rose up on your toes and covered his mouth with your own. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. He sighed as his tongue slid over yours, his lips tender.  

His right hand moved down, pulling you against him. Drifting over your hip, you felt his fingers reach the bottom of the shirt. A little moan escaped your throat as his hand gripped your bare ass. The kiss deepened, and he arched you back, curling around you.  

“Damn, you look good in my shirt.” Steve smiled against your lips.  

“Yeah?” You rolled your hips against him. “It was nice to wake up in your bed. Of course, it would have been even better if you’d been there.”  

“I was coming back.” Steve kissed your neck. Leaving a wet trail to you ear. “I didn’t expect you to wake up so soon. I may need to wear you out more.”

You giggled as he turned you around and pushed you by the hips back towards the bedroom. “You’re insatiable.”

“Can’t help it.” His arms wrapped around you. “I’ve been dying to have you for, well, since you got here.”

“Wait.” You wound your fingers with his. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Steve sat back on his bed, back against the headboard. He pulled you down onto his lap, giving you a silly grin. “I remember when I walked into the briefing room and saw you arguing with Tony about baseball. I spent the whole meeting wondering what you looked like in a pony tail and baseball cap.”

“Seriously?” You laughed.  

“Yeah. I about fell over when you showed up at the bar for Maria’s birthday that weekend looking just like I imagined.” He pressed his lips against your shoulder. “You were so damn cute. God, I just wanted to kiss you right there.” Steve’s tongue slid along the sensitive skin just behind and below your ear, making you purr. His voice dropped, thick and rich, as his fingers dug into your backside. “Those jeans made me want to sink my teeth in your ass, too.”  

“And here I thought you were so innocent.” You shifted in his lap so you straddled him.  

“Not so innocent, no.” Steve nipped your lower lip. His hands, strong and hot, moved up your legs. His thumbs rubbed into your inner thighs. You smiled and nuzzled your nose against his temple. He brushed your hair away from your face, pushing your back enough to stare intently in your eyes.  

He grew serious. “I think that I had something to do with the fiasco this morning.”

“You know this Agent Ellison?” You bit your lip.

Steve sighed. “I should have turned her in, or told Maria, or something.” He shrugged. “I guess I didn’t know what to do.”

“What happened?”

“She was assigned to one of my logistics teams for a safehouse setup. I thought I was just being, I don’t know, me? Polite. Nice.” His eyes drifted down to where his fingers played with a loose string on the hem of his shirt that you wore.  

“She thought you were taking an interest in her.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Having a big strong handsome hero treat you with old fashion manners and sweet charm is pretty irresistible to most women.”  

“You put me off for months,” he pouted.  

“I am not most women.”

A smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer. “No. You definitely are not.”

Even though you kissed him slowly, thoroughly, you weren’t ready to abandon the conversation. “What did she do?”

“It got, um, awkward. She became pushy. I had to have a really awful conversation with her and she was really angry. God, I was so embarrassed. I really didn’t think I did anything, I mean anything, but just be nice to her. No flirting, nothing.” Steve hid his face against your neck.  “It got so uncomfortable. She acted like I jilted her or something. Thankfully the project ended pretty shortly after and she went back to DC.”

Continuing to run your fingers through the short hairs at the base of his neck, you asked. “But what does all that have to do with my background investigation?”

He let out a long groan and pulled you a little tighter against him. “Sam may have been teasing me, telling me to get off my ass and ask you out... going on about what a sap I am for you... and she overheard. It end up being a real scene.”

“When was this?” You were trying to remember if you’d ever met this woman.

“July.”

“Four months ago!” You laughed. “Steve! What the hell? Seriously?”  

He laughed, tightening his arms around your waist even more. “What? You were killing me. Tony threw that birthday party for me, and you showed up in that red dress. You walked in and spilled my drink. Then when you gave me your gift I just melted.”

“I baked you cookies.” You laughed.  

“I know.” He kissed you, humming his satisfaction. “And they were so good.”

His tongue slid along yours. His hands slid across your back, moving down and cupping your ass. Your hands roamed over his warm skin, along strong muscles. You grinned against his kiss. “I need to bake for you more.”

Steve’s hips rolled up into you. You couldn’t help your body’s reaction, being held tight to his bare chest, his soft lips making a wet trail along your neck. The cotton of his sweats failed to hide his reaction as well. You rolled yourself against him, drawing a groan from his chest.

Reaching between you and under the waistband, your fingers stroked his cock firmly. His fingers dug into your hips as his teeth nipped your ear. “Damn, woman.”

You chuckled as you pushed his sweated down just enough. Sliding along his length, slicking him up with your wetness, he moaned against your lips. He kissed you hard, tongue and teeth battling. When you rocked your hips just right and he slipped into you, deep, moans escaped you both.  

“Fuck, yes.” Your head fell back as you rode him, impaling yourself on his cock again and again. He watched you, enraptured. He tore the shirt away, feeling the weight of your breast, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as his thumbs rolled over your nipples.

You pace increased. Steve’s strong hands helped, as he fucked into you with a growing intensity. “Agh. So damn beautiful.” His mouth dropped open. “You feel so fucking good.”  

Heat spread through your core and your thighs began to shake. You held on to Steve’s shoulders. Eyes locking again. He stared at you with such emotion. Hunger, passion, caring, wonder, all roped together and just right there on the surface. It was so much. Everything began crashing together.  

“Ah, Yes!” Steve panted. “That’s it, Sweetheart. Come for me. That’s so good.”  

You shook, clenching and writhing, coming apart on top of him. Nails dug into his shoulder. His hands slammed you against him as his release followed yours with a groan. Collapsing, limp against his chest, you fought to regain your breath.  

His arms wrapped around you. Face nuzzled into your hair. Cock still hot and heavy inside you, Steve whispered words of praise and affection. “You are amazing. I should have told you how I felt soon. But, damn, I’m so thankful you’re here.”

“Mmm, Steve.” You started to move, but his arms tightened.

“No, please. Can we stay like this for just a minute more?��

You relaxed back against his chest. Wrapped in his arms, him buried in you, faces tucked into each other’s necks, felt so right. You didn’t want anything to mess it up. This was perfect.  

“If Fury changes his mind, and offers me the job, I think I’ll have to say no.” You whispered.

“What? Why?” The gentle circling of his fingers stopped.

“If I took a job with the team, we wouldn’t be able to be together. I don’t want to keep this in the closet.”

Steve lifted you off his lap, laying you back on the bed and stretching out beside you. Head propped up on one arm, he ran his other hand over your hip. “That’s not really true. I’ve looked at the bylaws. There’s nothing preventing it.” A rueful smile crossed his face. “Tony being self-serving, probably. We would just have to be certain we could keep things straight between work and personal.”

“I think I can take orders from you without a problem.” You smiled.

He grinned at the mischievousness in your eyes, but he grew serious again. “There will be times when it will be hard. We may have to make hard decisions.”

“I know.” You ran your fingers over his strong jaw. “You’re worth it.”

His soft lips covered yours. “You too.” Steve smiled down at you. “Do we crawl back in bed for a nap or shower and go for dinner?”

“Italian?”

“Anything my dame wants.” His smile widened.

“Shower, then Italian, and then we crawl back in bed.” You bit your lip, with a coy grin.

He hopped off the bed, pulling you with him. Only the audible grumble of Steve’s stomach kept the shower from getting out of hand. Washing down that amazing physique, hands slippery with soap and hot water, was easily something you wanted to become a habit.  

Steve loaned you a sweater that, although oversized, worked well with your pencil skirt. It looked more casual than the blouse. Of course your panties were a ruin, and he groaned as you slipped on your shoes, proclaimed you were ready without them on. One of his hands grabbed a handful of your ass.“That’s just not fair.”

Smiling as innocently as possible, you batted your eyes. “What?”

“Minx.” Steve kissed you one more time before grabbing his wallet.

ooooo

Again, you awoke to the sound of a voice. “Captain. Mr.Stark is attempting to reach you.”

Steve rubbed his cheek against the back of your head as he lifted his face from the pillow. He answered the AI in a gravely morning voice. “I’ll call him in a minute.”

“What time is it?” You scooched your back into his chest. He just radiated heat.

“Too early for a Saturday.” He pulled you tighter against him with a sigh.  

“Sir, Mr. Stark insists you contact him as soon as possible.”

“Fine,” He pushed the covers away. “I’ll call him right now.”

You watched him pad naked into the living area and retrieve his phone from the pile of discarded clothes by the front door. He came back and curled up behind you again before hitting the call button. “Tony.”

“Morning, Cap.”

“It is.”

“Don’t tell me I woke you up!” You could hear Stark’s mocking tone from where you were lying so close to Steve. “It’s after eight. Aren’t you up helping old ladies cross the street or saving kittens or something by dawn.”

“Tony.” Steve growled.

“So what’d you say to Fury to make him back up so fast he practically tripped over his trench coat?”

“What makes you think I-” Steve started.

“Whatever. Just curious.” Tony cut him off. “Roll over and tell our girl she got the gig.”  

Stark hung up.

“What the…?” Steve just looked at his phone. “How did he…?”

You burst out laughing. “Because Tony is a nosy little shit.” You rolled over. “Well, Boss, looks like I’ll be under your command.”

Steve’s eyes grew hungry as pinned you down. “Then I best run you through the paces…” His mouth playfully attacked your neck. You laughed and half-heartedly struggled. This would be the best assignment ever.

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[bellesque]

Loki and Tony Starks daughter? Kneel gave me this idea, I won’t lie

word count: 199

a/n: look i know kneel is smutty as hell but i couldn’t help writing loki interacting with a child

“Pony!”

A stuffed toy of the animal materializes on the floor.

“Unicorn!”

It appears next to the pony.

“Where’s its wings?” Morgan looks up at Loki with wide eyes. Loki tuts impatiently, but gives a little flourish with his hands.

As Morgan squeals in delight, Loki mutters under his breath, “Pegasus. That’s what it is.”

“Can you get me a rainbow so my pony family has a place to sleep and play and go on adventures?”

Loki faces Stark, who lounges on a swivel chair. “What is she—”

“You heard her. Rainbow, Reindeer Games. Give the kid what she wants.” He calls to Morgan, “You’re doing great, honey, ask whatever you want from this guy.”

“What punishment is this? Reduced to a mere toy dispenser.” Loki summons an illusion of a rainbow. “There. May I leave?”

“No, actually, I need you to watch her.”

“And you can trust me with her because?”

Tony gives him a knowing grin. “Give it an hour.”

As soon as he leaves, Morgan tugs at Loki’s shirt.

“Can you play the villain horse?”

A few hours later, Loki comes to the conclusion that though children are intolerable, Morgan Stark is the only exception.