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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years ago

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Bigger

Scott Lang x plus size reader

They have always said bigger is better and by god they were right.

Warnings: smut, size kink, incorrect use of a super suit, size/dick growth, unprotected sex, consent, safe-words, spanking, implied switch!Scott, use of lube, creampie

WC: 2.2k

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“Come one Scott. You promised.” She whined, looking up at him from their bed. She was an absolute vision bathed in the yellow light of the bedside lamp. Her generously curvy body clad only in a sheer red teddy that she knew turned Scott’s brain to mush. She was seducing him tonight and the rational part of his brain telling him that this wasn’t a good idea was quickly being overtaken by ‘pretty lady wants to sleep with me’.

Y/N smirked victoriously as she watched his usually kind brown eyes get darker with lust and his suit pants grew tighter around his crotch. She knew she was going to get what she wanted, and oh how badly she wanted it.

The idea first came to her when the news broadcast newly acquired footage of the Avengers fighting in Germany. She had been sitting in Hank Pym’s living room after making the both of them a cup of tea (without ants helping her) and listening to the older man ramble on about his ideas for a new suit when a flash of red caught her attention.

A fond smile came over her face as she watched her boyfriend fight the world’s greatest heroes. It was undeniably a turn on to see her normally goofy and very uncoordinated man weave and twist between the likes of Iron Man and Black Widow. But when he, out of nowhere, turned into a giant, his massive body looming over the airport, the breath was knocked from her lungs.

Her mind spun intricate images of his monstrously big body pinning her down and ravaging her without any regard for her pleasure. She could see him leaning over her, force feeding his massive cock as she begged him for a break. She had to get him to keep that suit.

So now here they were, Scott fully decked out and tentatively ready. Y/N’s knees dropped open, exposing her glistening folds to him. She watched as his breath hitched and the last of his reservation melted away. “Come to bed.” She cooed, holding a hand out to her boyfriend.

“Fuck. You’ll-you’ll tell me if it’s too much right?” He nervously stuttered out, shuffling closer. Even just vanilla sex was nerve-wracking for the man. He always wanted to make sure that she felt good, forgoing his own pleasure to bring her to the very heights of ecstasy, but this, this was insane.

Her smile was kind as she looked up at him, but her eyes were so black with desire that he felt a thrill of fear roll through him. “Just fuck me already Lang.” That definitely made his knees buckle.

Faster than he had ever moved before, Scott found himself on top of his girlfriend, his lean body nestled between her soft thighs, their stomachs pressed tightly together. As always, his kisses started off soft, barely a peck against her lips. It was a reminder that he loved her, that their love for each other was deeper than the frankly mind blowing sex they had.

But soon enough, her fingers were buried in his short brown hair, yanking him even closer. Their teeth clicked together as the kiss became hungry. Y/N’s dominant hand slipped from the back of his head, her touch just hard enough for him to feel it through the course material of his suit. “Fuck.” He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking forward.

She smirked against his lips but it quickly fell away as Scott forced his covered erection against her core. The spark of pleasure grew in the pit of her stomach. “Hmph Scott. I need you please.” Her palms spread across his strong back as he pressed his face into her neck, nipping the delicate skin above her pulse.

“Just another minute.” He mumbled against her throat. “J-just a little longer.” But Y/N’s nails bit into his suit. It was a warning.

“You and I both know that -fuck stop that- if we spend another minute like this, you’ll never fuck me tonight.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, face red with both excitement and terror but his hips continued to roll down into her own. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his salt and pepper scruff. “Scott, we don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable. You know that right?”

His shoulders dropped in relief as if a massive weight had been lifted from them. “I do want this, I just don’t want to hurt you.” She guided his gaze back to her, making him see that she was being honest with him.

“You won’t hurt me, and besides, that’s what lube and the safe word is for.” He nodded in agreement.

“Baskin Robbins.” He repeated the word and planted one last soft kiss to her swollen lips. Then suddenly, she was on her front, hips hiked off of the mattress as her shoulders were pushed down, her face firmly planted in Scott’s favourite pillow.

He admired her plump backside for only a moment before - smack! His palm collided with the soft flesh, making it jiggle under his touch. “Goddamn I love doing that.” Y/N giggled and wiggled her ass for him.

“C’mon big boy, fill me up.” Smack!

“Shush, let me enjoy myself before I wreck you.” His voice was deeper, darker, the pitch lower than she had ever heard come from him before. It was like he was another person, not her shy and vanilla boyfriend, but a man on the edge of losing his mind. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he landed another smack to her ass. He hummed at her reaction, fascinated by the way the red silk of her panties darkened with each slap. “Think you’re ready for me?” He asked absentmindedly, fingers slipping to the hem of the silk, tracing the edge delicately.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” She begged, attempting to push her weight backwards into him as if to show him how ready she was. Smack!

He shrugged like he didn’t care that she was pleading for him but inside, he was absolutely melting. “Fine, if you’re sure.” There was barely a moment for her to catch her breath before the blunt tip of his cock was notched against her entrance. She hadn’t even felt him move her panties to the side. “Now keep still, like a good girl.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” She moaned into the pillow as he pressed forwards, prying her apart. He went slowly, forcing her to feel every inch of him, every vein and pulse. And by the time he nudged against her cervix, Y/N was gasping for air, desperately trying to accommodate his thickness inside of her.

“Not so tough now are you?” He mocked. “If you can barely take me like this, how are you going to deal with me getting any bigger?” He rocked forward onto his knees, somehow pushing himself deeper inside her.

“Scott.” She reached back for him, needing to touch him. He took her hand without thinking, leaning over so he could fit his chin against the dip between her neck and shoulder. It was so painfully intimate, a complete juxtaposition to the way his hips slammed into her own, driving her up the bed with the power behind it.

His voice came out as more of a growl against her ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna do it.” She nodded into the pillow, whining softly when he pulled away from her back to sit on his haunches. Y/N was vaguely aware of the sound of buttons being pressed.

“Oh shit!” He grew only slightly, going from 5’8 to 6' 2, a measly difference considering he had grown to the size of an airplane hanger before but Y/N felt like he was in her throat now. Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as her walls struggled to take his now even thicker cock. “I- fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He didn’t even have to move to hit all the right places inside of her.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned into the air, his head thrown back in pleasure. In an unconscious move, Scott bucked forward and she shattered. Her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. “Holy shit!” His body collapsed on top of her, consumed by the feeling of her orgasm.

“B-bigger.” She groaned, her voice raspy and broken. “Please Scotty.” With great effort, he paused and gazed down at his wrecked girlfriend, highly doubting she could take anymore. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around him, it looked like she could break at any moment and he was already too long to fit inside of her, the last inch of his cock was stuck out in the cold, coated in her release.

Gently, he placed a hand on her lower back, stroking the skin in a delicate motion. “I don’t think you can, you’re already so full.” Her head whipped around and she glared at him with a look so powerful it made him feel like he had shrunk. She drew forward slightly and then threw herself back, impaling herself on the entirety of his now 9 inch cock.

“Go. Bigger.” This time, there was no hesitation. He quickly grew to a staggering 7’3. The bed dipped under his added weight and Y/N hoarsely screamed into the pillow beneath her. More than half of his cock was not inside her anymore but she didn’t seem to care, too consumed with the pleasured pain of being stretched beyond her imagination.

Scott felt like he was losing his mind, she was so tight around him it was painful but another gush of her release broke him out of his stupor. He was far more gentle with his thrusts now, too scared that he would seriously hurt her. He dropped a leg off of the mattress to get a better angle and immediately Y/N’s body seized beneath him. “Lube!” She gasped, barely able to get the words out of her mouth as another thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

There was a clatter beside her as Scott rushed to grab the bottle from their bedside table but with his new height and accompanying incoordination, he succeeded in not only getting the aforementioned but also knocking everything else to the ground. “Come on, come on.” He muttered as he tried to open the cap with shaking hands.

“Cold!” The clear liquid smeared over the place where they were joined, soothing the burn. She sighed in relief, muscles going lax.

“I know but it’ll warm up.” He cooed, rolling his hips softly against the fat of her ass, spreading the lube even more. The thick vein underneath his dick was nestled perfectly against the bundle of nerves within her, sending sparks up her spine with each movement. “Can you give me one more? You’re doing so good.”

His stomach was tightening with his own end, the feel of her insanely tight and wet pussy around him was too much, especially with how small she looked below him, how vulnerable and susceptible to his lust. He planted his right hand on the wall above her head and picked up the pace again. Squelching filled the room. The thighs of his suit were absolutely soaked with not only her juices but lube as well.

Hank was going to kill him but at this moment, he truly didn’t care. Y/N’s pussy tried to squeeze him through another, far less powerful release, but he was spreading her so wide that it was impossible for her to get any tighter. “Gonna cum.” He moaned through clenched teeth.

Hands clamped down on her wide hips, most certainly leaving massive hand-shaped bruises that would be tough to explain away. “Scott.” She breathed and that was his undoing.

“God!” His back arched with the force of his orgasm, forcing most of his length back inside of her as he filled her with his release. He slumped forward and barely caught himself in time before he crushed his precious and positively fucked out girlfriend. “Y-Y/N, you ok?”

“I have never been happier in my life.” She groaned after a moment of trying to gather her breath.

“Not even when I asked you out?” He asked, slightly offended.

“Including then.” She wiggled happily below him, enjoying the afterglow. Scott bent down and kissed her sweaty shoulder before pressing another button on his suit and returning him to his normal sized self. Y/N hissed at the overstimulation and sudden shift in size but he just carefully stroked down her spine and slowly pulled out, releasing a huge rush of his seed from where it had been trapped inside her.

It stained the sheets below them but Scott only hoisted her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom, silently reminding himself to clean up later. Her face settled into the crook of his neck, laying a small kiss to the slightly scruffy bit of his throat where he had missed when he shaved. “Thank you babe.”

“Well, at least we got that out of your system.” She pulled away only slightly to give him a truly devious look.

“Oh no baby, you don’t get it. Bigger is so much better.”

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated."

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do."

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his.

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly.

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward.

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp.

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow.

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk."

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-"

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you.

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?"

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad.

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero.

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

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caplanbuckybarnes · 4 months ago

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Scott Lang One shots & Drabbles

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Captive || Summary: Foreplay is always fun with your husband.

A Dream Worth Forgetting || Summary: You'd been friends with Scott since you were practically in diapers, you knew everything about each other....Except one day he'd gone away for a while.... he returned after sometime and you'd decide to figure out what his deal was.....what you discover, however, isn't at all; what you expected.

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lilylovelyxo · 2 years ago

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Y/N: “Pretty manipulative dad, I see where I get it.”

Scott Lang: “Thank you! You should see my taxes.”

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inklore · 2 years ago

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🌷 soo i’m thinking a romantic getaway with scott lang <3

songs perfect for that tropical island feel, for dominating karaoke at the local sand bar (and yes scott hogs the stage and yes he dominates to the point where the staff is debating on putting him on a ‘do not allow near the mic’ poster), cuddling on the beach watching the sunset, and waking up to scott singing in the shower <3

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#there’s 2h 23m worth of songs so a lot aren’t featured on this list btw lol #scott lang x you #scott lang #scott lang x reader #▸ laur answers #month of love celebration

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fantasyoutfits · 2 years ago

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What I would wear if I was Cassie’s older sister in Antman….

(I do not own these images)

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lesbianjackies · 2 years ago

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🐜scott lang masterlist🐜

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

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creamecafe · 2 years ago

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What do we think of Cassie Lang x Reader or Scott Lang x Reader fics? 👀👀

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waltermis · 2 months ago

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Rumor

Natasha: Moya Lyubov', I heard an interesting rumor today…

Y/N: Only one? I started like twenty.

Tony: I started thirty something...

Scott: Twelve, but they're awesome ones!

*Everybody looking at Sam*

Sam: Oh, I haven't stopped since Ultron...

Y/N: SAM! Ultron was 4 years ago!!!

Sam: Exactly!!

*Somewhere deep inside the compound*

Steve: WHO SAID THAT I WAS A NAZI?!?!

*Natasha looks at everyone*

Y/N: RUN!!!

BONUS:

Clint: *casually sitting in the vents above everyone, knowing full well that he's the one that started the Nazi rumor*

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literaryavenger · 8 months ago

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Careless

Summary: Part 2 of Thoughtful.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader

Warnings: My poor attempts at being funny. No use of Y/N. Fluff. Angst. Tony being kind of an asshole. Bucky's self-deprecating thoughts. Reader being clueless.

Word Count: 1K

A/N: I keep having no idea what this is, I have no endgame but I hope you enjoy!

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Stark parties are a hassle. Tony always insists on the team dressing up, cocktail dresses, tuxedos and all that.

So that’s why you’re all dolled up right now, a black sparkly floor-length gown that highlights your curves perfectly with a slit that goes up your left thigh with black stilettos, your hair curled perfectly and your make-up on point thanks to Natasha and Wanda, gold hoop earrings finishing the ensemble.

The only thing that looks like it doesn’t belong on your right now are Bucky’s dog tags hanging from your neck.

Things with Bucky have been going relatively good, you’re not really dating but neither of you let a moment pass without trying to flirt with each other. You enjoy the attention he only gives you and he enjoys making you flustered.

You’ve even managed to make him blush himself a few times.

You haven’t taken his dog tags off since that morning Bucky put them on you, and that’s not gone unnoticed by the team who have had a field day teasing you about it. Just never enough to bother you and make you want to take them off.

Until now.

“Come on, they look so out of place!” Tony says while chuckling as you roll your eyes, drink in hand while you stand in the middle of the party while talking with Tony, Scott and Maria.

“Leave her alone, Stark.” Maria comes to your defense and you give her a grateful smile. All the girls think it’s adorable that you wear Bucky’s tags.

“He’s not wrong, though.” Scott chimes in. “That’s a beautiful get up, but the tags stand out, and not in a good way.”

Anyone else, you’d be creeped out, but you know Scott is in a happy relationship with Hope and he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s more of a girlfriend at this point.

“I don’t care.” You say simply, sipping your drink. “I like them, and I’m not taking them off.”

“You haven’t taken them off in weeks.” Tony points out, a dangerous smirk starting to grow on his face. “Could it have anything to do with the particular soldier that gave them to you?”

You roll your eyes, knowing where Tony’s going with this because he’s gone there countless times now.

“It has nothing to do with Bucky, I just like them.” You say causally.

“You like him.” Tony says childishly while the other two snicker at your groan. “Maybe you even love him.”

You scoff and almost glare at Tony. “I don’t love him.”

“Then prove it.” Tony says without missing a beat. Obviously he has you exactly where he wants you. “Take them off.”

“What would that even prove?” You roll your eyes again.

“Prove to me that they don’t mean as much to you as I think they do. Take them off.” He keeps grinning at you, challenging you.

“You’re a child.” You say simply, having no intention to accept this silly challenge.

“Yes, I am.” He says and all four of you chuckle, before Tony takes it one step further. “Take them off for a week and I’ll give you ten thousand dollars.”

You give him an unimpressed look. It’s not a surprise, Tony’s known to do this kind of thing all the time. He once bet Sam twenty thousand dollars if he went streaking for at least 4 blocks around the tower.

His ‘falcon’ was on the paper the next day.

“Come on, if you’re so sure I’m wrong, why not make some money off my arrogance.” Tony says with a smirk when you narrow your eyes at him, he knows you’re considering it.

“Fine.” You say after a pause. You hesitantly take the tags off and put them on Tony’s outstretched hand. It’s only a week and it doesn’t mean anything, you tell yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky saw the whole thing from a distance. And it meant plenty to him.

He couldn’t hear what you were saying even with his enhanced hearing because you were far away and the party noise was almost deafening, but Bucky saw you clearly as you took off his tags and gave them to Tony.

To Tony.

Did they not mean as much to you as they did to him? Was this whole thing just a joke to you? Was he making a fool out of himself thinking you liked him as much as he liked you? Maybe you just liked the attention. Maybe you were fucking with him, having fun at his expense because he convinced himself you like him, because how could he even think someone like you actually likes him? Maybe you’ve been laughing behind his back while he’s been falling for yo-

“Hey, Sergeant Grumpy.” His thoughts are interrupted by your playful voice that just a minute ago was the single greatest sound that he wanted as the soundtrack of his existence for the rest of his life.

But right now, it’s making his nostrils flare with barely contained anger while he almost glares at you.

You think nothing of it, convincing yourself that maybe the party is making him anxious like it usually does. After all, Bucky doesn’t do good with strangers.

Or maybe Sam has been getting on his nerves more than usual tonight. Whatever it is, you want to make him feel better.

So you wrap your hand around the tie of his suit and pull him towards you a little, copying the move he’s now done countless times with his dog tags around your neck.

“You wanna hear something funny?” You ask playfully, wanting to tell him about the bet you just made with Tony and thinking Bucky will get a kick out of it and it’ll take his mind off of whatever has him in a bad mood.

But you get no chance to say anything more since he takes your hand away from his tie.

“Leave me alone.” He says with a harsh tone you’ve never heard him use towards anyone, let alone you. “Forever.”

That said, he walks off and out of the room in the direction of his quarters without giving you a second glance, leaving you to look after him, too dumbfounded as your mind tries to play catch-up.

What the hell just happened?

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Indecent Proposal masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, violence, blood, strong reader, arranged relationship, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, possible smut in future chapters (including mlm), polyamory, pansexuality, more to be added

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 35

A/N: The center photo is indicative of the reader's gown only. Not her appearance which isn't defined.

Part 35: Dance with the Devil

Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, intimidation, dark seduction. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

"You are almost ready," Yelena said with a smile, just after the stylists left. "Now the jewelry."

You paused, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your gown was an exclusive creation by a top designer, a beautiful sleeveless, a-line creation in layers of tulle, sequins, and matte satin. Shades of pale blue and gold transformed you, enhanced by the ornate way your hair was done, the subtelty of your carefully applied makeup. Beneath you wore the most elegant little gold heels that were surprising comfortable despite their minimal style. The stockings were sheer, hugging your upper thighs just below the skimpy ice-blue panties you wore.

The mention of jewelry brought up an unhappy memory and you knew Yelena recalled it too when your gaze met hers. How your husband's ex-mistress smuggled her necklace in for you to wear on another special occasion had never been solved.Had it been Neal? Hansen? A reminder from the not-too-distant past that your enemies could reach you at any time. A reminder to be vigilant.

"What jewelry?" you asked carefully.

Yelena smiled. "I picked it up myself," she told you, lifting a delicate strand of diamonds set in gold from a black velvet box on the bed.

When she draped it around your throat, you smiled at the way it completed your look. There were matching earrings, diamond studs each with a teardrop diamond dangling and catching the light. The set was exquisite.

"Harry Winston," your friend told you, admiring how they looked on you.

"Nice of them to loan these for the ball," you told her, grateful you got to wear them.

Yelena reached for the golden mask on the bed, holding it to you. "No loan. Steve bought them."

What?

"These must have cost a fortune," you mused. They probably cost more than everything else you owned combined. "Glad you're going with us. I'd hate to get mugged for these."

Yelena grinned. "Security is going to be tight already with so many important people there. The mayor will be there. One of the state senators."

You scoffed. "Why am I going? I'm no one special."

"But you are," Yelena told you. 'The fact that everyone wants you has been a powerful motivator in this game of chess. Your husband is completely devoted to you. Barnes would love to get his hands on you."

"Barnes would ring my neck the first chance he got," you pointed out.

Yelena's expression was difficult to read. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Hansen would for sure kill me," you said, putting your mask in place carefully. The soft mask of golden sequins fit over your eyes.

Yelena's gaze dropped at the mention of the name and you were ashamed. You needed to work harder not to bring that up to her. And you needed a subject change. Fast.

"Who's going to be here with Nat tonight?" You weren't surprised Nat didn't want to go. She'd been through so much between the horrific end of her abusive marriage and all trauma of years being left to the sadistic nature of Banner. You wanted to make sure she was well looked after while you and Steve were gone.

"Clint is staying here of course," Yelena said quietly. "Dyson will be here too. He's arranged for extra security for the house tonight."

You nodded your approval. "What about Scott?"

"He's coming with us," Yelena explained.

You smiled. Scott going had little to do with keeping you and Steve safe and everything to do with spending time with Yelena. You were pretty sure Yelena was aware of Scott's infatuation with her. Would she ever return his affections? You didn't know. Considering her tragic history, you weren't sure she could feel the same way towards him or anyone. But in the time you'd known Scott, you learned he was a good man who always had your back and never once questioned your authority. You trusted him with your life. You trusted him with Yelena too.

But would she ever give him - or anyone - a chance after all she'd been through?

You blew out an exhale, preparing yourself for the night ahead. "I guess we should let Steve know I'm ready."

"He knows," a deep voice caught you and Yelena both off guard.

Your husband strolled into the bedroom and Yelena stepped back to allow him a clear path to you. He looked breathtakingly handsome in the classic black tuxedo he wore, tailored perfectly to fit his tall, broad-shouldered physique. His tawny hair was perfectly styled, diamond cufflinks winking in the light. His tie was shades of gold and blue to match your gown, a subtle touch but one you appreciated.

Steve moved to stand behind you in the mirror of your vanity, bending to fit his handsome face in the reflection with yours.

"You look so beautiful," he said with something like reverence in his voice. "I can't wait to show you off."

"I'll be downstairs," Yelena said, making her way out to give you some privacy. "We worked very hard on her, boss. Don't mess her up."

Steve smiled at what he took as a playful warning, his large hands smoothing over your bare shoulders. Slowly, you removed the mask, placing it in your lap with your hands. His watchful gaze didn't miss the slight tremble of their movements.

"Everything is going to be fine," he explained. "I've been to this event before. All the rich, politic elite of Boston come out to dance and drink the night away and wallow in excess. It's probably Tony's favorite night of the year."

You could see it. And you were excited to go to the annual masquerade ball, as Steve's wife and not his trophy, and to enjoy a fabulous night on the town. You felt like Cinderella, going to the ball in the gown that truly looked as if magic had created it.

But you couldn't fight back an impending sense of dread. It had been so quiet in the weeks of your recovery and Steve's. Life went on. You were included in all the family's business meetings. The family business had recovered and was branching out, deals with three of the other four families made things even better.

Not that you agreed with all of it. You weren't crazy about the loan sharking or protection deals the family made. The casinos and restaurants didn't bother you as much. And at least the family wasn't making any money off drugs or trafficking. Some of the stories about the business and how other families operated you heard now were just horrific. You made up your mind early that no matter what, you'd never allow the family to make money off the misfortunes of women and children. Never.

It had been very quiet where the Barnes family was concerned. Too quiet.

"I'll be the envy of every man there tonight," he murmured, pressing a kiss into your neck. The soft brush of his beard made you shiver. A sensual smiled curved Steve's lips. "Are you ready?"

You nodded. You trusted your husband. You were going to do your best to have a wonderful night, just like he intended.

And still that little kernel of dread lingered.

You felt like you were in an old Hollywood movie to walk down the staircase on your husband's arm with the gown flowing softly with your movements. Honestly, you were grateful for Steve's help in keeping you balanced, relieved when you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Dyson, Yelena, Scott, Clint and Nat were a small crowd, watching in admiration as you approached. Nat's smile was all you needed to feel like a princess. Her lovely green eyes lit up as her gaze swept over you.

"You look perfect," she exclaimed, carefully hugging you. "I knew that gown was the one."

Nat had been the one to find it when the two of you went out shopping for it. And you were all too happy to give her the credit. You knew very little about fashion. You would learn. Until you did, it was nice to have the advice of someone who already understood it.

As Nat stepped back, you forced yourself to smile. She still looked so small, so frail. She had yet to gain weight and regain her amazing figure. Your sister-in-law seemed fragile, even with the protection and love of the man she'd always wanted. Even with the full support and love of her brother. It worried you.

Dyson looked worried too, but as you did, he put on a quick smile. "You two had best get going. The line at dropoff takes forever."

"True enough," Steve said, nodding to Yelena and Scott.

You stopped to hug Dyson. "Keep her safe for me," you whispered.

"You know I will," he muttered.

Steve whisked you away to the sleek black limousine waiting in the driveway. Its glossy, jet-black exterior reflected the fading sunlight with a mirror-like finish. The long, streamlined body stretched gracefully, its tinted windows offering privacy and adding to its air of mystery. Scott climbed in behind the wheel and Yelena rode shotgun as Steve got you into the back seat, helping you keep your gown away from the doors. Once you were settled, you studied your husband. Something was missing.

"Did you bring a mask?" you asked him.

Steve smiled, pulling a small black mass from inside his tuxedo coat. No sequins, just a matte black mask he could wear. But he wasn't interested in the mask as he fidgeted with it. He was too busy staring at you.

"Are you excited?" he asked.

You couldn't help the smile the question brought on. "Yes."

Steve looked pleased. "As time goes on and things settle down, we'll get out more. Do more things like this. You look like a princess tonight."

Tears pricked at the backs of your eyes at his heartfelt words. He meant them. He was taking you out to a society function, dressed you up like you were going to the fucking Oscars. A night out like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You'd been excited since he told you he got the tickets a few weeks ago.

"There are going to be a lot of people there, sweetheart," Steve explained quietly. "I'm sure Belova went over everything with you. But I need you to listen. You are going to be with me at all times. If you're not with me, you'll be with Belova and Lang. No wandering off to talk to people or sightsee. Okay?"

You nodded. Yelena had covered the plans thoroughly while she helped you get ready for the evening.

"If I have to talk business for a moment, Belova will be with you. You have to go to the ladies' room, Belova will be with you," he continued. "Take it easy on the drinks. You're not used to alcohol and I need you vigilant tonight. We're going to have a wonderful time but..."

"I understand," you told him. "Besides, I don't want to miss any part of tonight because I'm drinking. It's my first masquerade ball. I'd like to enjoy every minute of it."

The smile Steve flashed you had your heart fluttering in your chest.

"There will be dancing, right?" you asked.

"Of course," he told you.

"You'll dance with me?" Would Steve dance with you to a beautiful ballad or classic song?

Reaching over, he tipped up your chin with his fingers, his touch careful. "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you when you smile at me like that. I love you."

"I love you, too."

His lips were a teasing brush against your own but in seconds it deepened, filled with longing and need.

The sharp wrap on the dark glass that separated the two of you in the back seat of the limo from Scott and Yelena up front scared you. Then the glass slid down just a couple of inches.

"Later," Yelena admonished. "I worked too hard on her for this party, boss."

You froze thinking that was going to piss your husband off but he laughed. "Okay, sorry," he called back to her.

It made you happy. Ever since everything happened that day between your family and Barnes', your husband and your best friend got along a lot better. Steve was kinder to her, treated her with the same respect as he would any of the men in his employ. That being the case, Yelena felt comfortable enough to tease him about things like tonight. She worked hard on carefully picking her moments with him to tease. She did even better at being thoughtful when offering criticism or advice. The fact that they were getting along better just made your life easier.

"That's supposed to be privacy glass," he said, still grinning.

"Or she's just that good at her job." Honestly, she was.

"After the ball," Steve said once the privacy glass has slid back up, "I want you out of that dress. Especially if you want to keep it."

The sly warning had you grinning. "I would like to keep it. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."

"Noted," your husband said. "I'll do my best to contain myself until you get the gown to safety."

The heated looks he cut you the entire way into Boston made you wonder if he'd be able to. You couldn't wait to find out.

Once you reached the venue, you saw there was indeed an endless line of limos in the que leading up to the door. It moved surprisingly fast. Within ten minutes, Scott pulled up to the door and Yelena darted out to open the door for you. Before you could reach for her hand, Steve was there, helping you out of the back of the car with ease and ushering you up the carpeted stairs with Yelena behind you. The decorations and festive lighting dazzled you as you moved along on Steve's arm. The way the soft light reflected off the gown you wore made you feel like you were in a fairytale.

Steve stopped and greeted more than a few gentlemen on the way into the venue. One man you recognized as a senator and the easy way the two men spoke had you curious. Did the senator know who Steve was? Were they old friends? For a moment, the two of them seemed to forget all going on around them. Just as quickly, the senator's gaze fell on you and the handsome older man smiled.

"Is this your new bride?" the senator asked.

"She is," Steve replied, introducing you with obvious pride. You meant to shake the man's hand. He kissed the back of yours in an old fashioned gesture. You found him completely charming.

"Have you been to the masquerade before?" the senator asked.

You shook your head. "This is my first one."

The man smiled. "I hope you enjoy tonight. If I get the chance, I'll introduce you to my wife. It's one of her favorite nights of the year."

"I'd like that," you told him. "It was nice to meet you."

Was it your imagination that Steve watched you with such wonder? Once his conversation with the senator ended, he led you further into the venue where the main ballroom was all prepared, looking like a view from a movie set.

Clusters of elegant tables arranged in a wide horseshoe shape framed the dance floor, each adorned with lavish centerpieces sparkling beneath the soft glow of the majestic chandelier overhead. The chandelier's light cascaded down like a shimmering waterfall, casting a warm, golden hue over the room, making every surface gleam. A full bar stood ready, offering the finest drinks, while an orchestra played a symphony of enchanting melodies, weaving through the air like a spell. The room was a sea of Boston's political powerhouses, movie stars, and the wealthy elite, all dressed in exquisite gowns and tailored suits, their masks concealing only their identities—not their status. As you paused to take it all in, your husband's familiar warmth pressed against your back, grounding you in the moment as the dazzling scene unfolded before your eyes.

"What do you think?" Steve's whisper at your ear made you shiver.

"I love this," you told him with enthusiasm. "Thank you for bringing me tonight."

"You don't have to thank me." Your husband took your hand, looking like a tawny-haired prince in his tuxedo and black mask, and led you to the dance floor. Your surprise must have shown on your face because he laughed as he swept you into his arms at the edge of the dancing crowd and led you in an easy waltz.

Steve was a wonderful dancer much to your surprise. He led you with an easy grace that you delighted in and found easy to keep up with given your own love of dance. You knew you had to be staring at him but he kept you close, enjoying your surprise.

"When did you learn to dance like this?" you had to ask after he twirled you around gracefully.

"It's not so hard," he said, his attention solely on you. "Not nearly as hard as your type of dancing."

Ballet was discipline but dancing a perfect waltz wasn't easy either. You were impressed.

"Is this why you got us all dressed up?" you teased. "So you could show off your dancing skills?"

Steve chuckled. "Is there something wrong with wanting to have a magical night with your wife?"

You were delighted. But you knew it wasn't the only reason Steve brought you here. And now that you were involved in the family business, you weren't offended by the other reason the two of you were there.

Not long before he married you, Steve had acquired a prized property on the outskirts of Boston. He'd been so involved with marrying you and taking over the families he'd neglected it for a time. Now his attention was back on it, plans were being made to develop it. Together, you'd decided on an exclusive resort with fine dining, glitzy nightclubs, and a casino for the wealthy. It was a massive investment and to make it work, certain permits would need to be acquired. The senator and a few key businessmen there tonight could make or break the project that would expand your family's wealth.

It was a very important night for Steve.

He'd be spending some time talking to these gentlemen tonight which is why Yelena and Scott were there, to keep you safe. You really didn't mind. You felt like Cinderella at the ball in the beautiful gown that flowed and captured the light with your movements as you danced with your husband among the wealthy citizens of the city. As the two of you moved through the dance, you caught a glimpse of Yelena, dressed in her dark suit and standing next to Scott, blending into the background. Your best friend's gaze never left you. Scott's never left her. You smiled, enjoying the beauty of the moment, dancing with your husband at your very first masquerade ball.

When the dance came to an end, it took you a moment to realize it. One of the musicians announced the band would take a short break and be back in just a few minutes. Steve's hand at your lower back urged you to turn. The senator making his way towards you with a lovely older lady at his side.

The senator's wife was polished from head to toe. Her gown was bright pink layers of satin that matched her lipstick. Otherwise her white hair and face gave her a cold countenance, like she was an ice queen dressed for her best guess at spring. Her eyes were dark, small and mean as her gaze swept over you. The senator assured you that you and his wife would have plenty to talk about. As the woman stood there studying you with pursed lips, you decided talking to her probably wasn't the best idea.

Steve's gaze met yours and he nodded as he let the senator lead him away, leaving you with the judgy woman before you.

"This must be a special night for you," she said tartly.

Straightening your spine, you smiled. "Why is that?"

The woman's white brows rose slightly but a smile played about her lips. "You don't belong here."

"Excuse me?" You kept your smile in place.

"My father was a direct descendent from The Mayflower," she informed you. "We're practically royalty here. We built our fortune through hard work and our good name. You, on the other hand, come from poverty and crime. You father crawled out the shadows and robbed good people blind. That's why you have the money to play dress up and act like you belong here. We all know your husband fancies himself some sort of underworld prince. But he doesn't belong here either."

Oh, no, she didn't just put you and your husband down. Lifting your chin, you looked her in the eye.

"Your ancestors came over on a ship over four hundred years ago and nobody cares anymore," you told her. "You can pretend to be royalty, and tell yourself you made your money working hard and protecting your good name. But the sad truth is, your family made your money the same way mine did. In fact, your family probably paid mine to keep from getting your hands dirty or to protect your interests. And my husband is the king of Boston's underworld and so was my father before him. You may be someone in society right now, but your husband is currently anelected official. If you were smart, you'd spending a little more time being respectful."

Gracefully as you could manage, you turned your back to the rude woman and marched off. Yeah, maybe you hurt your husband's chances of getting the permits you needed for the project development once she talked to her husband. But you weren't about to put up with someone like that.

You looked all around for Yelena. You were dying to tell her about the conversation you'd just had. But you weren't watching where you were going and you collided with someone hard.

And whoever he was, he caught you in his arms, sweeping you out onto the dance floor as another waltz began. He was as tall as your husband and the scent of his expensive cologne was familiar. You realized who held you a beat before he spoke, a low purr by your ear.

"Did you miss me, beautiful?"

Barnes.

Easing back, you glanced up at your uninvited dancing partner, wearing an aura of allure and danger with ease. Barnes' chiseled jawline was partially obscured by the intricately designed black mask he wore, adorned with silver accents catching the light. Those steely-blue eyes were shadowed but still piercing, glinting with a cold intensity as his gaze met yours.

His tuxedo was entirely black and tailored to perfection, hugging his muscular frame effortlessly. His attire seemed to absorb the light, creating a sense that he came from the shadows. Even his shirt was dark onyx, subtle embroidery only revealing itself when he moved. And he felt strong as he held you, solid and healed.

Stop staring at the man and answer.

"I haven't thought about you at all," you told him, trying to sound nonchalant but not quite hitting that note.

As much as you hated to admit it, Barnes was undeniably handsome. From the way his hair was slicked back with precision to the confident smirk curling his lips, the man was... magnetic. But there was a sinister edge beneath the polished surface. There always had been. Barnes' posture was too poised, his movements too calculated. Every inch of him whispered danger, a wolf in the presence of unsuspecting lambs.

Pulling you close to him, Barnes chuckled. "I don't believe that. I think you I live rent free in that beautiful head of yours."

"Maybe," you said, feeling his smile widen. "I do think about how I wished we'd used more poison."

Now he laughed, a deep rich sound. "I don't doubt that."

"What do you want?" You looked anywhere but at him. Still, you were so focused on the predator that held you, you weren't really seeing your surroundings. The music, the lights, everything else seemed to fade into the background.

"What do you think I want?" Barnes asked.

As Barnes swept you around the floor, your mind scrambled for a comeback. "Your hands around my throat," you said, going with honesty. "And me dead?"

Leaning in, he ran his nose gently up the column of your neck, making you shiver. "Oh, I did. I really did. And I could have made that happen."

You were dangerously close to having him think he had the upper hand here. "No, you couldn't."

Again, he chuckled. "You've got it all figured out, don't you?" Releasing you only long enough to spin you in the dance, he pulled you back into him tightly. "You made peace with your husband. You're now involved in the family business. I would call Steve a pussy for even thinking about that if it were any other woman. But you're not just any woman. But you're special."

You missed a step in your alarm. How the hell did Barnes know you were in the all the family business meetings now? And that you and Steve had made peace? The questions triggered your anxiety, reminding you of the days early in your marriage when Neal had been Barnes' rat and you were always looking over your shoulder. Was someone else talking to Barnes?

"A long time ago, your mother seduced my father," Barnes whispered. "She tore my family apart. And when you came along and you weren't the poor disfigured little girl we were told you were, I assumed you were a little whore like your mother. You look almost exactly like her. Has anyone told you that?"

You didn't answer, trying hard to put a little space between the two of you. Where was Steve? It wouldn't be too conspicuous if he broke in on the dance. If Yelena or Scott came to save you, it could create a scene and unwanted attention.

"I even thought maybe, horrible thought I know," Barnes went on, "that you might be my half-sister. But it didn't take me long to realize that wasn't true either. Besides, that devious little mind in there, hidden behind all that beauty? You didn't get that from your mother. Or my father."

"What's it to you?" you snapped at him, trying to pull off pissed even though you held anger and fear in equal measure. "I'm Steve's wife. He's your boss. You'd do well to remember that."

Barnes was unfazed. "You're Steve's wife. For now. But he can't handle you." Barnes leaned closer, his gaze locking with yours. "You should belong to someone stronger."

Now you really were getting pissed. "I don't need you or any man, including my husband, to tell me who I am and what I should be doing," you said.

"You may be right," he purred. "But it's that attitude, that fire. It got me thinking... I had the wrong idea about you from the beginning. Yeah, all the bitterness from the past clouded my judgment for a while. I wanted you dead and buried next to your loser husband." When you tried to pull free of him, he tightened his grip. His grin widened. "Now I realize you're exactly what I need."

"For what?" You didn't know how much of your glare he got from behind your mask.

"To finally take my rightful place," he said as if it were gospel. "The position occupied by your current husband."

Current husband? Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Our children will be kings and queens," Barnes went on. "That dynasty would rule Boston for decades."

"My children with Steve will rule Boston," you told him angrily. "And when we're done with you, no one will even remember the Barnes family."

"One day," he said with meaning, leaning closer, "you'll be mine."

Despite yourself, you shivered. Barnes caught it.

"You want me too," he whispered. "I'll make you admit it."

As the song neared its end, you were prepared to do whatever you had to do to get away from the bastard, the man who'd done so much damage to your family. As the last strains of the symphony ended, Barnes released you to bow. You did curtsy to him, then you straightened.

"I will never be yours." You meant it with every fibre of your being. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my husband."

Barnes' grin didn't fade. "Better find a way to keep him safe."

You spun on your heel, marching off the dance floor. You needed air, and a moment to calm down. You were blinking back tears, you were that angry. You felt someone on your heels as you made you way out of the main event room out ornate glass doors left open. It was chilly out there but you welcomed it, fighting back anger.

"Are you okay?" Yelena asked, her hand at your back as you gripped the railing and hung on.

"No, I'm not... o-fucking-kay," you said, trying to regain your composure. "He came out of nowhere."

"He did," Yelena said. "He got to you so quickly after you talked to the senator's wife."

"Where's Steve?" you asked.

"Talking very intently to the senator," she replied. "It appears to be going well."

You had to wonder if that would still be true once the senator's wife caught a moment to tell her husband and your little "talk."

But you had bigger problems right now. Barnes.

"Barnes is all healed up," you told her. Looking beyond her, you saw Scott by the entranceway back into the ball. "And he's got big plans."

"He wants you," Yelena said it. "That much was obvious. It gives me some idea of his plans."

You nodded. "Don't say anything to Steve or Scott right now. I just want to find a glass of champagne to take the edge off and get through the rest of the ball."

With any luck, you could maybe enjoy one more magical dance with Steve before the evening ended.

You couldn't, however, complain. You wanted to be in on the family business and this was part of it. Barnes, unfortunately, was also part of it. And he'd just announced his intentions to you and you realized now it was the pit that had been in your stomach the entire evening.

Barnes would keep tearing your life apart until he was stopped. Somehow between his drastic plans and the animosity between you and your husband, you'd found your way to a happy marriage. A path to be queen in this world. And you'd be damned if you let Barnes threaten that future.

"You're going to tell Steve, right?"

"I am." You didn't miss the concern in Yelena's voice. "I'm telling all of you. But not here."

Nodding her agreement, Yelena watched as you straightened, steeled yourself to return to the event.

"Let's find you a glass of champagne, boss," she said with a wink.

Boss? Now that put the smile back on your face.

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missmarveledsblog · 3 months ago

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It's only pretend right ? ( Bucky barnes x reader) part three

summary : kitty ( y/n) brings bucky to one of the spots in her life she can just breathe and take it all it , while the two enjoy the time alone soon realize that they been gone far too long get back only for bucky to take a tumble and learn more and more about her , he even get asked to bring her grandmother to church and a surprise shows up that makes her happy to be home

warnings : this is actually unlike me to have a tooth rotting fluff piece but i ain't mad at it , grammatical and spelling errors ( whats new)

previous part

Maybe it was the scenery , maybe it was the company or even it was the both that had her instantly more calm more settled , the fresh green grass , trees and fields as she passed by was something she did miss even though the compound was surrounded by some trees and stuff it wasn’t like this . it wasn’t the great outdoor of home she always looked forward to . The two stopped near the meadow just an hour from her house. She felt calmer being away from the judging gazes and comments, finally being able to breathe fully and it was like bucky could see the shift himself .

“ You know they have no idea about who you are,” he spoke up.

“I used to think they did , they used to make me doubt myself so much that when i was on my own I thought I was a disappointment so when i was left in big city i was afraid to come home, until I met fury , he showed me I was worth something then I came on to the team and even more, I mean my dad's side they're awesome they let me know i'm loved , they tell me all time that their proud of me” she smiled brightly.

“ I understand you more” he nodded “ huh ? “ she felt herself suddenly doubt kicking in.

“ Why you make everyone's day better, let them know their worth even when they don't themselves “ he smiled softly watching the horse move to the little river.

“ I make sure they never feel the way I once did, sorry also I didn't know dickface was here” she grumbled .

“ gotta be a specific doll” he chuckled .

“ Good one but I was talking about my ex,” she laughed.

“ He's the one who hurt you badly huh?” He knew of him , Knew it was bad but never pushed her to tell him .

“ he left me in new york two days after arriving found him with another girl when I went go get my stuff out of hotel room and he didn't care like they waited for me to leave” she scoffed.

“Well he never deserved you , he screams of what is it Parker says , small dick energy “ he mused as her laughter filled the meadow. The way the light hit her honestly looked like an angel,as he knew one week was gonna be hard , two was going to definitely kill him .

“You know I'm glad fury found me “ she sighed flopping on to the ground staring up at the clouds above.

“ As am I, you know you still never told me that story either” he flopped down beside her .

“ you make it through these days without killing my family or ex and well then I'll tell you both stories “ she giggled .

“ you got yourself a deal doll “ he held his hand out as she took it, sealing their deal

“ so Is this your spot , you know that one spot that everyone has to feel free , The one that is just for them ” he asked, eyes watching her reaction.

“ It's one of them only Jessie knows my real spot, the one I went to as a kid when they would visit or when I had a tough time, he’s the oldest and in the army but he got leave so be here tomorrow ” she smiled softly.

“ Are you two close?” he asked .

“ He was the first best friend I've ever had and the first person I rang when I got both jobs then my dad” she smiled.

“ I mean I love izzy and jack to death and we’re close too, we bond over different things , she is closer to Jack ,twin thing “ she explained . He could listen to her rambles even for hour , days even and not get tired of sound of her voice .

“ I get what you mean doll” he held her hand and two just looked up at sky enjoying the comfortable silence. She even had a nap before the buzzing of her phone startled her seeing the sun setting .

“ shit mama texting to say it almost time for dinner” she yawn as he stood holding his hand out for her to take pulling her up . “ just us and grandma “ she added .

“ the evil one?”.

“ The devil lady , she ain't so bad I mean she's quiet and grumpy and judges everything most of the time and ignores everyone. My dad convince she sold her soul to the devil to live forever hence the nickname , she’s had a few close calls ” she chuckled easily mounting her horse as bucky got up on the moon easier.

“ I would say race you but this one is too far gone” he chuckled as she walked a head and moon followed.

“ I'll see if I can keep you guys together” she cooed to the horses .

The sun completely set as the two pulled back up on the ranch. All the cars were gone meaning they were gone too .

“ I can't believe this,” her dad stared as they approached.

“ What are you about, old man?” she laughed.

“ the rebel stallion walking like a show pony , you know he bucked Jack off” he said coming to the two .

“ he's misunderstood , hard at trusting but once he does , big softy plus jack in the box is annoying “ she giggled, flickering a glance towards the man beside her.

“ We think he's after star too “ bucky patted the stallion not realizing he was going to sneeze once horse head went down bucky tumble after hitting the ground with a thump.

“ shit bucky you ok “ she hopped down so quickly honestly her father never seen her move so fast .

“ is it dark enough that neither of you saw that” he groaned, eyes not wanting to open.

“ it not even dark enough to hide the red of your cheeks son” her dad's hand slipped into Bucky's, pulling him off the ground.

These two stay together from now on , you get in and rest that was quite a fall I'll check you over once I get these settled “ she called back .

“ come on son we get you in “ her dad led the super soldier in suppressing his laughter.

“ Are you ever gonna tell her how you feel?” he asked. “ I mean we're together “ he panicked.

“ I may be old but I ain't dumb , plus the team clued me in “ he chuckled .

“ steve?” He asked .

“ he and Natasha , they rang three nights ago” , his words making Bucky stop.

I only found out last night.” His brows furrowed.

“ she only found out that morning” he winked, heading into the house leaving the door open once the super soldier let the words sink in.

“Come on before she kicks both our asses,she a cute little thing but shit never get wrong side of kitty ” he walked faster into the house as bucky followed .

“ about time … wheres kitty “ her mother turned to see two men .

” Bucky here took tumble off the moon so she gone get them set for night while I checked over lover boy here” he patted the man's vibranium arm .

“ shit” bucky huffed.

“ What's broken , we ain't got insurance for that '' her dad said his first proper look at the metal arm he's only ever seen in pictures.

"Nah the plates and calibration is out of whack ,makes it off” he explained lifting the glasses up and instantly smashing it. “ I can feel pressure with it “ he winced as they jumped at the sound of glasses shattering .

“ hey who’s making a mess in here” she walked in seeing their worried expressions set on bucky .

What's wrong, do we need to go to the hospital?” she rushed in front of the man. Eyebrows furrowed as her face laced with worry checking him over.

“ my arm just acting up” he smiled softly loving the doting attention she was giving him .

“ Pop, can you get my tools please?” she asked softly .

“ You need to take the arm off , I can clear the table” her mother rushed over .

“ No, he doesn’t easily do it while on so he can feel it’s in the right balance” she shook her head . Bucky couldn’t help laughing when her father pushed in the heavy trolley neon purple in color.

“ nice choice color doll” he winked making her chest flush.

“ Jessie and Jack got them for me” she rolled her eyes .

“ She and my dad used to fix cars when she was growing up , little tiny thing picked quickly. I mean she was fixing engines to her daddy’s machines at 10” her mother chuckled.

“ Ok, you ready buckaroo?” she asked, opening the trolley.

as i’ll ever be” he saluted with his other hand.

Her parents watched as she was lost in her task. It was like watching her as a kid working with her grandfather again. While bucky was lost in her , just the presence of her alone. “ ok …more or less” she asked as he flexed the metal appendages.

“ nearly there a little more” . He loved when she was this close, how he could see every detail of her face, little freckles that littered her cheeks, how he could enjoy the full beauty of the color of her eyes. When the tip of her tongue peaked out when she was fully concentrating on a task.

” ok how's that” she asked.

“ Perfect thanks doll” he kissed her cheek .

“ y-y-your welcome , food time” she turned so fast she felt dizzy but she was sure if it was his lips or smell of his cologne , the way she had to force her eyes to stay on task at hand or get lost in his beauty but boy did her knees feel weak.

“ kitty dear, could you get me a blanket” her grandmother asked .

“ Yes grandma, which one ?” she asked softly.

“ surprise me dear” she let a little smile on face.

“ She needs to teach me to do that,” her father whispered to bucky.

“ Mama is always sweet to the grandkids” her mother rolled her eyes.

“Mr Barnes, would you bring me to the church tomorrow? '' the elderly woman asked face showing nothing .

“ I can indeed ma’am” he nodded .

“ Mama, he doesn’t know where it is, '' her mother protested.

“ They got computers for that , thank you mr. barnes'' she nodded before bowing her head, not waiting any longer saying her own grace and tucking into her food .

“your immortal right” her dad Frank teased.

“ Why, '' Bucky asked.

“ Don’t mind him '' Beth's eyes rolled, swatting her husband as Y/N walked in with a flowery blanket.

“ Perfect dear, thank you, '' her grandmother cooed. '' Bucky is taking me to church tomorrow” she added as the woman froze while sitting down.

“ He doesn’t know where it is , we don't have a car here” she began.

“ your fathers car and he’ll find the way” she dismissed easily.

“ good luck, you know what buckaroo it was nice meeting you ” she gave him thumbs up dodging her mother swatting her .

Once dinner was done and everyone was retired for the night, Bucky found her sitting on the porch looking up at the skies .

“ i was wondering where you went to , nat is wanting to facetime” he held his phone up .

“ ok park that ass” she patted the spot beside her. What they weren’t expecting was the team sitting in the living room, even Tony .

“ Hey you two, how did the first day go” nat asked .

“ he survived the first day with the vultures” she joked.

“ I went horse riding too,” Bucky beamed.

“ fell off the horse too” she burst out laughing .

“ last time i was one was the 40’s” he rolled his eyes but didn’t hide his loving glance at her laughing.

“ Two weeks guys” she said as they all looked away from the camera.

“ you haven’t had your vacation yet and neither has the cyborg so yes two weeks pretty girl” sam sassed.

“ Hey little pyro you haven’t seen my black card have you” tony asked arching his brow.

“ Remember that hug?” she asked .

“Little shit , buy anything good even? ” he asked, chuckling.

“ nah not yet might buy my horse a new saddle you know the luxury brand” she mused playfully.

“ Her little accent is so cute , you can hear it more,” Wanda cooed.

“ I dont have one , anyway funny find out you got my parents involved in the ploy” she asked softly.

“ you both need a break ok so shut up and enjoy it , not much happening here anyways” nat rolled her eyes.

“ I mean it is good to be home , just can’t wait til the rest of them leave, especially dick face” she huffed.

“ What is your brother thinking?” Nat crossed her arms.

“Honestly jack doesn’t think” a gruff voice called, making her head shoot right up.

“ JESSIE” She ran off the steps, almost knocking the man to the ground.

“ her older brother is here i’ll ring you guys later” bucky hung up before standing up.

“ Hey kitty, good to see you,” he smiled, holding her tighter to him .

“You're supposed to be here tomorrow” she sniffled.

“Hey they best be happy tears” he pulled her into a hug.

“ very happy tears i missed you so much” she almost climbed into his arms .

“ sergeant barnes” he saluted while still holding his sister close to him .

“corporal” he saluted back .

“ Are you being safe?” she asked, checking him over.

“ I should be asking you that,” he arched his brow.

“ I'm safe,” she smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Sorry you had to deal with them today” he smiled sadly knowing his own family.

“ s’okay i mean dad was there” she shrugged.

“ They give her a hard time?” He looked to bucky.

“ hey i’m right here i can handle it , how long's the leave for” she asked.

“ It was a bit harsh,” Bucky smiled sadly.

“ dickface saying anything? And I got two weeks, funny that ? ” he asked.

"No, I mean anytime he did Helen answered, even though she doesn’t like him and I didn't influence your leave ” she giggled.

“ Jack just thinks her family should be there , her parents are gone so he’s all she has” Jessie rolled his eyes still not liking it hell he almost left his post to get her in NewYork when he found out.

“ Come on mama and papa haven’t been in bed long” she pulled the men into the house , she and bucky stood on the landing watching the reunion. She grabbed his arm when she saw her mother crying at the sight of her son making him move his arm lacing his fingers in hers .

“I'm glad i didn’t miss this” she whispered seeing how happy her parents were.

“ Me too,” he smiled, eyes locked on her , seeing how happy she was.

part 4

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yourloverfromthepast · 1 year ago

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Sam: Oh my- where the fu- JESUS CHRIST!

Bucky: Uuh, why you throwin' gang signs?

Sam: Huh? I'm not- *sighs* I can hear this fucking mosquito but for some reason I can't see it

Bucky, turning towards you: Aaaand, what the hell are you filming? A ghost?

Y/n: A ghost? Oh no! Scott asked me to edit a video of him singing "Umbrella" while being tiny. There, look. *Proceeds to point at the table in front of the couch*

Sam, who was sitting on the couch, now standing up: Are you for real? No, like, ARE YOU FOR REAL?? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH A MOSQUITO FOR FIVE MINUTES AND IT TURNS OUT IT WAS TIC-TAC?!?!

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sycamorelibrary754 · 21 days ago

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 13: Open up your Golden Gate

Summary: You, Natasha, Yelena, Sam, and Scott, carefully strategize your plan to infiltrate Onyx Petroleum Headquarters in San Francisco.

Warnings: Angst, combat fighting

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I'm excited about where the story is going!

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“Y/N, are you okay?” Your mother’s voice crackled through the phone. It had been ages since you last heard it. “We just found out about your accident! Why didn’t you call us?”

“What? How did you?” you began, but you thought better. You sighed and rubbed your forehead as the memories flooded back. “That was months ago, Mom. I tried calling you several times, but you never picked up.”

“Nonsense, dear,” she countered. “I find that hard to believe.”

Exasperation washed over you as you ran a hand down your face. Wanda, seated beside you, gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay, whatever. The point is, I’m fine now. Really,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “I appreciate the concern, though.”

“How’s business at the Candy Bag?” she asked, a hint of distaste in her voice.

“It’s called the Candy Bar, Mom,” you replied, feeling a familiar mix of exasperation and annoyance. “Things are going well. Harper stepped up a lot while I was recovering, but we’ve settled back into our routine now.”

“Harper?” Your mother’s tone shifted slightly. “You still socialize with that girl?”

“Yes, Mom,” you responded, trying to keep your voice steady despite the familiar irritation at her choice of words. “She’s not just ‘that girl’—Harper is my business partner.”

“Well,” your mom began, “I suppose that’s good for her. It gives her something to do.”

You bit your lip in frustration. “Yeah, I suppose so. I have to go, Mom. It's late here, and I was getting ready for bed.”

“Wait!” your mother protested. “It would be wonderful if you could visit us this week. You haven't been home in so long.”

You chuckled, masking your sarcasm. “I think there's a reason for that, Mom.”

“But it’s been ages since we have seen you.” she pressed.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “Oh, I don’t know. The shop’s been busy,” you said, glancing at Wanda, who was watching closely. “And I have a lot going on in my personal life.”

“Just think about it, darling,” she urged, her hopeful tone lingering.

“Alright, I’ll think about it,” you conceded, eager to wrap up the conversation by any means necessary.

“Marvelous! I won’t keep you any longer,” you said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Mom.” Waiting for the familiar click of the call disconnecting before plopping back onto the bed.

“She sounds pleasant,” Wanda muttered.

“What are the chances my mom would reach out today?” you mused, staring at the ceiling as thoughts raced through your mind.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Wanda said, propping herself up on one elbow as she settled beside you.

“My parents never lift a finger unless there's something in it for them. They are angling to force me into that Board of Directors meeting, just like when I was growing up,” you vented.

“But you’ve been out of that world for years. Why would they even care now?” Wanda probed.

“Honestly, I don’t know, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction. No way I’m playing their game,” you declared.

*^~^*

“You have to go!” Tony urged, leaning across the compound kitchen table.

You stared at him in disbelief. “What? No way!”

“The focus will be on you,” he explained. “We could gather more intel that we wouldn’t otherwise have access to.”

“But won’t that just complicate things?” you countered, looking for any reason to back down.

“Not to mention it’s dangerous,” Wanda chimed in, her grip tightening around your hand, a silent plea in her gaze.

“Not necessarily,” Sam jumped in. “If anything, you can make sure no one steps on Tic-Tac,” referring to Scott.

“I resent that remark,” Scott murmured.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N. We’ll be inside the walls the whole time,” Natasha reassured.

You glanced at Nat and then looked over at Wanda. You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking.

Wanda turned to Steve, her eyes searching for guidance. "What do you think, Cap?"

Steve met her gaze, his voice steady and reassuring. "It’s Y/N's decision.“

You looked around the room at Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Six months ago, they were larger-than-life figures; now, they were your family. After everything you’ve been through, their belief in you was the only motivation you needed.

“I'll do it," you declared.

Wanda's brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure about this?"

You nodded, a sense of determination settling in your bones. "I have to. My parents are hurting the woman I love. I can't just stand by and watch.”

*^~^*

“And this is your comms,” Maria said, holding up a device that looked almost impossibly small, like the size of a pea. “With this, you’ll have a direct line to the team—anytime, anywhere.”

You carefully placed the device in your left ear, feeling it snug perfectly into your ear. “So, my parents won’t see this at all?”

“Nope, nanotechnology! One of my greatest innovations. With any luck, they'll think you're talking to yourself,” Tony smirked, strolling into the lab with a flourish, a gift box in his hands.

“Ah, your modesty truly knows no bounds, Tony,” you teased.

“Appreciate it, Willy Wonka,” he shot back with a smirk.

“You’re all set for tomorrow,” Maria confirmed, her tone serious. “Just remember, rule number one of an undercover mission is to keep calm and exude confidence.”

“Not so fast, Hill,” Tony interjected playfully. “I’ve got one more safety measure for our favorite candy-holic here.”

“Aww, you didn’t have to buy me a gift,” you said, playfully dabbing at an imaginary tear.

Tony grinned and shook his head. “I didn’t buy you something—I made you something.” He lifted the box lid, unveiling a red body suit—bland and ordinary to the untrained eye.

Your brow furrowed in surprise. “You made me a suit? I’m not an Avenger.”

“FRIDAY, would you do the honors?” Tony exclaimed, his excitement bubbling over.

“Yes, Boss," the AI replied smoothly. "This suit is embedded with advanced Stark technology akin to the protective suits worn by the Avengers. It meticulously monitors your vital signs and keeps track of your location, ensuring you’re always connected and secure.”

“Wow, this is amazing, Tony,” you replied, examining the suit. “But why red?”

“You’re in love with the Scarlet Witch, right?” Tony said with a wink.

All you could do was smile, a warm blush creeping across your cheeks.

*^~^*

The following morning, you stood on the platform, hand-in-hand with Wanda, as agents hustled around, loading supplies. You could feel the tension in the air. Your Stark-designed red suit is worn covertly underneath your clothes. Your gaze drifted toward Natasha, Yelena, Sam, and Scott, engaged in last-minute gear checks.

Wanda bit her lip, her brow furrowed with concern as she tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along? I’d feel so much better if I were there with you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to hold her gaze. “I’m sure. Having the most famous Sokovian in the world in the middle of it all isn’t the best way to stay under the radar,” you replied gently. “Besides, Billy and Tommy need you here. We'll be back tomorrow.”

“Just promise me you'll stay safe,” Wanda said softly, her fingers gently caressing your cheek, her eyes filled with concern and love.

“I promise. Trust me, the most dangerous thing in that building is my parents’ personalities,” you replied with a teasing smile. The corners of Wanda’s lips curled up slightly, but the worry in her eyes lingered.

“All aboard for San Francisco!” Yelena announced, her voice cutting through the morning breeze.

“It’s going to be okay,” you reassured Wanda, leaning in to kiss her tenderly, feeling the warmth of her lips against yours.

The rest of the team pretended to be preoccupied with their tasks, though their glances betrayed their keen interest in your loving farewell until Tony broke the serene moment.

“You’re not going off to war, chop-chop. Let’s go!” Stark called out.

“I'm coming!” you replied, your voice filled with determination, though your heart felt heavy as you left her behind.

Wanda held onto your hand with a grip that felt both reassuring and reluctant, her eyes never leaving yours as long as she could. Eventually, she had to release her hold. You turned and made your way to the Quinjet, glancing back one last time to see her standing there, a mix of pride and worry on her face.

You waved from the window, giving her a small smile that you hoped would ease her fears as Natasha flicked the switches to initiate the take-off protocol. Clint wrapped his arm around Wanda’s shoulder as you ascended into the early morning New York sky. How she wished you had a Guardian Angel.

*^~^*

The Quinjet touched down three hours later in Golden Gate Park's dense flora and fog. Scott led the group on backroads through the city, getting them as close to Onyx Petroleum Headquarters as possible without raising suspicions. Soon, the five had eyes on the facility from a nearby hill in the Financial District. It was a modern skyscraper with a gleaming glass and steel exterior. The entrance was marked by a large, curved atrium that soared several stories high.

“The Board of Directors’ meeting starts in T-minus 20 minutes. Remember, this is a no-kill mission. We aim to maintain a low profile and avoid raising any alarms,” you heard Maria say in your comms. “Sam, are you ready?”

“Always. Red Wing, engage,” he said as he launched his drone into the sky.

“You’re sure this isn't going to draw attention?” you asked, watching Red Wing soar toward the building.

“Please, this is San Francisco. Ten-year-olds have drones,” Scott snarked.

You observed as Red Wing gracefully soared above the sprawling cityscape displayed on Sam’s tablet. With a steady hand, Sam zoomed in on the building.

“Infrared scan shows ten individuals gathered in the top floor boardroom,” Sam announced, his eyes narrowing with focus on the screen.

You leaned closer, nodding knowingly. “That’s where they hold their most high-profile meetings,” you remarked, using exaggerated air quotes to emphasize your point. “My parents thought the view of the city would be a major selling point.”

“Physical security measures?” Natasha interjected, her expression serious and analytical.

“Two armed security guards, one in the front and one in the rear. The perimeter is outfitted with an extensive array of CCTV cameras and motion detectors. Every access point is fortified with biometric authentication and keycard scanners,” Sam explained.

“Ha!” Yelena scoffed with a sly grin. “This is going to be easier than I thought.”

“This is it,” Natasha said softly, her hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. “Once you and Scott are in the meeting, we’ll make our move.”

With a deep breath, you met her gaze and nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle around you.

“Away we go,” Scott grinned at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he pressed a button on the side of his helmet, initiating the shrinking procedure. You carefully reached down, scooping him up in your palm, and then placed him on your shoulder.

*^~^*

“Mom!” Tommy called out from the back seat, his voice tinged with concern. When Billy did not respond, Tommy exchanged a worried glance.

“Mom?” Billy echoed, mirroring Tommy’s unease.

Wanda glanced back through the rearview mirror, a hint of distraction in her eyes. “Hmm? I’m sorry, what did you say, boys?”

“Why did Y/N have to go to San Francisco?” Tommy asked, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah!” Billy chimed in, his disappointment palpable. “She just moved in with us, and now she’s gone? Does she not want to live here anymore?”

Wanda turned the car into the driveway, her expression softening as she faced her sons. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s not like that at all,” she reassured them. “Y/N had to visit her parents, but don’t worry—she’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Tommy said, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he slung his backpack over one shoulder and stepped out of the car.

Billy lingered in his seat, concern etched across his young face. “Are you really okay, Mom? I can hear your thoughts buzzing like a swarm of bees.”

Wanda’s heart warmed at Billy’s perceptiveness. “Everything is just fine, sweetie,” she replied, gently stroking his cheek. “Now, don’t you have that book report to tackle?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, glancing down.

“Then let’s head inside,” she encouraged, watching as he trailed after Tommy, the two brothers disappearing into the house.

Taking a moment for herself, the redhead paused in the driver’s seat, drawing in a deep breath to steady her racing heart and quiet her swirling thoughts. As she sat still, she couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing at this very moment.

*^~^*

With a confident stride, you entered the vast lobby, the echoes of Maria's advice resonating in your mind. The space enveloped you in a whirlwind of sensations, triggering memories. The expansive area, adorned with gleaming marble floors reflecting the soft glow of overhead lighting, felt grand and suffocating. Your gaze was drawn to the bold piece of contemporary art suspended from the ceiling, its vibrant colors and abstract shapes striking a stark contrast against the sterile environment. A wave of distaste washed over you; everything about this place reeked of insincerity. It was a facade you had always resented, a world that felt entirely out of reach and utterly phony to your senses.

You were handed a visitor badge at the reception desk. The irony was not lost on you that your parents saw you as a visitor. You quietly rode the elevator to the top floor, save for Scott’s occasional Dad joke, trying to lighten the mood. With a swirl of nerves, you raked your fingers through your hair as the doors glided open.

The sight of the long, polished oak conference table stretched out before you, with your father and mother seated at the far end, their presence commanding the room.

As soon as they caught sight of you, they gracefully extricated themselves from a rather dubious conversation with a sleazy-looking executive and made their way over.

“Y/N! It’s been ages,” your father declared, a thin smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he extended his hand for a shake. Even after all this time, he still exuded the warmth of an ice cube, you mused as you grasped his hand.

"Nice to see you, too, Dad," you said with a playful smirk, sarcasm lacing your words.

“You certainly don’t look too bad,” he remarked, his eyes scanning you with an unsettling appraisal.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Honestly, between that car accident and living in New York, I thought for sure you’d stroll in here with a cane and a sling,” your father chuckled.

You felt your jaw clench at his insensitivity, a wave of frustration washing over you.

“Y/N, your blood pressure is climbing.” Maria’s voice crackled through your comms, concern lacing her tone as she monitored the readings from your suit.

“Hey, take it easy, Y/N,” Scott said, breaking the tension. You nearly forgot Ant-Man was perched on your shoulder, a tiny ally in this awkward moment.

“Good one, Dad,” you said, gritting your teeth as the words slipped out.

“We’re thrilled you could be here today, sweetheart,” your mother beamed.

“Me too,” you responded, forcing a smile despite the knot in your stomach.

“Shall we take a seat?” she suggested, gesturing towards the conference table.

“I should come back later. I don’t want to barge in,” you said with a hint of innocence, fully aware your parents would insist you stay.

“Nonsense,” your father exclaimed, touching your shoulder and nearly squishing Scott. “Why not join us? This meeting won’t take long. Then we can catch up.”

You winced as Scott let out a yelp and dove for cover under your jacket's collar.

“You okay down there, Tic-Tac?” Sam asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Barely,” Scott huffed, trying to regain his breath.

You could hear Yelena’s laughter echoing through the comms.

You smiled as your parents introduced you to the Onyx Petroleum Board of Directors. Some faces sparked recognition, while others glanced at you with barely concealed indifference.

“Thank you all for coming today. As you know, we are here to discuss the next great frontier for Onyx Petroleum. Vibranium,” your father announced proudly.

“That’s our cue,” Natasha said in your ear. “We’re on the move, Y/N.”

“A rare metallic substance of extraterrestrial origin,” your father continued. “For centuries, Vibranium was thought only to be found in the sub-Saharan country of Wakanda—until today.”

You cast a subtle glance around the polished conference table, noting the varied expressions on the faces of the Board of Directors.

Your father leaned slightly forward, his voice steady as he began, “Thanks to that egotistical bastard, Tony Stark, we now know that Sokovia possesses the largest known natural vein of Vibranium outside of Wakanda. However, tapping into this invaluable resource presents a significant challenge, as it lies submerged beneath the waters that cloak the Sokovian ruins.” As he spoke, he navigated through a series of photographs on the conference screen, revealing haunting images of what had once been Wanda’s home.

It took every ounce of self-control to keep your emotions in check as you stared at the photographs before you. You had witnessed the destruction wrought by Ultron on the news, but these were different—satellite images that revealed a harrowing perspective. The scale of the devastation was staggering; the entire city lay in ruin, its outline stark against the landscape, reduced to a mere shadow of its former self. Piles of rubble and rising smoke were a haunting testament to the chaos caused by Ultron. As you absorbed the sight, Wanda’s words reverberated in your mind like a chilling mantra: "There is always more to take."

*^~^*

“On my signal, Sam,” Natasha murmured, her gaze fixed intently on the security guard stationed at the rear of the building. “Now.”

Red Wing swooped gracefully above the security guard, destroying the CCTV camera. The rush of wind and sound barely registered before the moment slipped away. Just a heartbeat later, he was jolted back to reality—Yelena’s fist collided with his jaw, sharp and unexpected. He barely had time to gather his bearings before chaos erupted around him. Natasha had wrapped her legs around his neck, subduing him in one swift motion.

Yelena glanced over her shoulder, making sure the security guard was out cold before she spoke. “You need to update your moves. That crotch-throat grab? It’s so tired.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, smirking as she snagged the man’s key card. “Hey, the classics never go out of style, sestra.”

“Poser,” Yelena shot back, rolling her eyes with an amused huff.

Scanning the card, Maria guided the two sisters remotely through the building's maze.

“Up this stairwell and then through the door on the right,” Maria instructed. “Two guards in your way, and then you'll be in the IT Center.”

“I’ve got this,” Yelena said with a confident smirk. “Let me show you some combat moves relevant to this century.”

“Please, go ahead,” Nat replied with a playful challenge, gesturing toward the swinging doors.

With a swift roundhouse kick, Yelena took down the first guard, her foot connecting with his stomach and sending him crashing down. The second guard reached for his weapon, but the blonde was too quick. Twisting his arm, he dropped the gun before he could fire. He swung at her with his free hand. Blocking the punch with her forearm, she kneed him in the head, neutralizing the threat without hesitation.

Natasha opened the door just in time to see Yelena dusting herself off like a victorious gladiator. “See? That’s how you get it done!” Yelena declared a triumphant grin spread across her face.

The redhead raised an eyebrow, her smirk barely containing her amusement. “Sure, if by ‘done,’ you mean taking twice as long.”

“Jealous much?” Yelena shot back, a playful accusation lacing her tone.

Sam's voice crackled through their comms, dripping with sarcasm. “This delightful sibling bickering isn’t exactly efficient, ladies. How about you finish up, and I’ll treat you both to a Ghirardelli sundae once you’re done?”

The sisters returned to their task with a collective eye roll.

Yelena was on the lookout as Natasha sat in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the screen as she worked her magic. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with a speed and precision that would shame even the most skilled hackers.

Despite the mainframe being heavily guarded, Nat gained access to the system with a few swift keystrokes. She easily navigated through the digital landscape, avoiding detection by Onyx Petroleum’s security software. Once Natasha had access to the system, she began to dig deeper, backing up everything from financial records to confidential emails. She utilized various techniques to conceal her digital footprint, ensuring no trace of her activities would be left behind.

“Files downloaded,” Natasha confirmed.

*^~^*

You carefully lifted Scott off your shoulder and placed him on the table as you pretended to adjust your collar.

As the Board of Directors droned on, Scott scurried across the conference table, weaving between the coffee cups and papers, pausing beside a cup of coffee, listening intently to the conversation. He discreetly retrieved a tiny bug from his pocket and, glancing around the room, carefully positioned it on the table's edge, its glinting surface almost blending into the wood.

Suddenly, a hand reached for the cup, and Scott barely dodged the giant fingers. He held his breath as the hand lifted the cup and took a sip.

You inhaled sharply at the near miss, sending a ripple of concern throughout the room.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Your mother’s voice cut through the tension, laced with worry.

“I’m fine,” you replied, a bit breathless. “It just felt like... I was,” you hesitated, searching for the right words, “falling.”

“Smooth,” Sam chuckled in your ear.

“Has anyone looked into a feasibility report for this Y/D/N?” one of the Board Members inquired, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I concur!” another member chimed in, his voice skepticism-filled. “This project seems riddled with unnecessary risks.”

Your father leaned forward, his expression confident. “Gentlemen, the potential rewards far exceed any risks we might face. We’re dealing with an indestructible metal that offers limitless applications. Imagine advanced drilling technologies, enhanced oil recovery, and fortified pipelines and storage solutions. The prospective timeline puts us at approximately three months from arrival to pay dirt. The possibilities are extraordinary.”

You keenly observed the expressions on the faces of the Board of Directors, noting the subtle shifts in their demeanor as your parents presented their case.

"We've successfully struck a deal with Slovakia and the Czech Republic to start drilling on the land they annexed following the Battle of Sokivia," your father revealed a note of triumph in his voice.

“Shall we put it to a vote?” your mother inquired, cutting through the tension in the room. “All those in favor?”

A flurry of hands shot up, eager to signal their support.

Your father followed up with a calm authority, “All those opposed?”

In stark contrast, only two hands hesitantly lifted into the air. It took all your resolve to stop your hand from raising instinctively.

“Excellent!” Your father exclaimed.

The triumphant grins plastered on your parents' faces felt all too familiar, a mix of smug satisfaction and bombastic pride. Inside, a storm of emotions raged—anger, despair, a desperate need to scream that what they were doing was utterly wrong. But you couldn't.

“Steady, Y/N,” Natasha’s voice broke through your comms.

“We’ll move forward with the next steps,” your mother said.

Your heart plunged for a moment before the shrill sound of an alarm pierced the air and echoed through the building.

“What is that?” Sam's voice cracked with confusion in your ear.

“That’s not coming from us,” Natasha shot back, her tone sharp.

“It’s the fire alarm,” Yelena groaned.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Maria exclaimed.

Scott hurriedly scurried up your arm before diving into the safety of your jacket pocket. “What is this, junior high?”

“Piece of junk,” your father grumbled, yanking off his glasses and rubbing his forehead as the frustration creased his brow.

“Well, I suppose that wraps this meeting up,” one of the Board Members announced, rising from his chair. “Keep us informed, Y/F/N. Great to see you, Y/M/N.”

“Shouldn’t we get going?” you suggested, gesturing toward the door as the Board Members began to file out, the alarm’s relentless wailing echoing in the background.

“Nonsense,” your mother interjected, already dialing a number with a determined look in her eyes. “Someone needs to deal with that absurd alarm!” She hung up abruptly, cutting off the poor soul on the other line before they could respond.

Just then, the alarm ceased blaring, though the ringing in your ears lingered.

“Finally,” Yelena breathed a sigh of relief in your ear.

“Please, Y/N. Have a seat,” your mother urged, her voice laced with an urgency that felt out of place in this sterile boardroom.

“Everyone, hold your ground,” Maria instructed sharply.

Reluctantly, you sank back into your chair across the table from your parents. It was the closest you’d been to them in years, yet the emotional distance felt insurmountable.

“So,” your father started, his gaze piercing, “what did you think of the presentation?”

You bit your tongue, grappling with the bile rising in your throat. The words "disgusting" and "immoral" danced on the tip of your tongue, but instead, you forced a tight smile. “Well, you certainly seem passionate about it.”

His eyes lit up. “We are,” he declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “But more importantly, we believe this marks the dawn of a new era for Onyx Petroleum. And we want you to be part of it.”

“We want you to come home, Y/N. Lead this Sokovia project,” your mother implored, her eyes searching yours for a spark of interest or perhaps allegiance.

“I see,” you said, pausing to gather your thoughts; you had been right all along. “So all that sentimental talk on the phone about how it's been ages since we’ve seen each other—it was just a clever ploy to draw me in. Sokovia stands as a solemn memorial, a place that deserves our respect. Yet, you seek to tarnish its memory for your greed. I refuse to be a part of it!”

“Oh, come now, darling,” your mother responded, a sweet veneer barely masking her disapproval. “You could spend your life toiling away in that little sweet shop in New York, but what does that truly offer you?”

“A life I cherish, surrounded by people who mean the world to me—something neither of you could grasp,” you fired back, lacing your words with just the right amount of sarcasm. “If you’ll excuse me, I must return to my little sweet shop.”

You could hear Yelena’s enthusiastic cheers buzzing in your comms as you pushed yourself away from the desk, rising from your chair with triumph and frustration. The last thing you saw as the elevator doors closed was your parents' familiar look of disappointment.

“What do we do now, Y/F/N?” your mother sighed.

“We take more drastic action,” your father said firmly, his expression unyielding as he braced himself for what lay ahead. “We need her.”

*^~^*

You let out a deep sigh as Sam activated the Quinjet's autopilot, the hum of the engines filling the tense silence. “Now what?”

Nat turned to you, her expression steady and reassuring as she touched your shoulder. “We do what we always do,” she said with a determined glint in her eye. “We dive into the intel and devise our countermeasures.”

“What on earth am I supposed to tell Wanda?” you asked, your eyes fixed on your nervous, twisting hands.

“The truth, plain and simple,” Scott replied, his gaze sympathetic.

Yelena chimed in, her voice sharp like a blade. “You mean that her parents are greedy criminals and lack any sense of morality, completely indifferent to the feelings of others?”

"Something like that," you sighed, a hint of weariness in your voice as you gazed into the distance.

*^~^*

The last twenty-four hours stretched out for Wanda like a seemingly endless toll of the clock, each moment dragging on, feeling more like an eternity than a single day. The redhead felt an overwhelming urge to reach out to you and hear your voice. Yet, deep down, she understood that letting the mission play out was the wiser choice. Tommy forgot his math homework, costing Wanda valuable time and derailing her plans to meet you at the hangar.

When she finally arrived at the compound, she moved quickly through the familiar halls, anticipation building in her chest, only to find you surrounded by Natasha, Yelena, Sam, and Scott, deep in a debriefing with Maria. The glow of the overhead lights illuminated everyone’s serious expressions.

When the briefing finally ended, your gaze drifted to Wanda, visible through the glass panel of the debriefing room. You exchanged a glance with Maria, who subtly gestured with her head, encouraging you to go.

As you strolled over to Wanda, you could feel her gaze scanning you from head to toe. “You look fine, so I take it your talk with your parents didn’t end in a brawl.”

“Nope, Nat and Yelena handled the heavy lifting,” you smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Wanda let out a soft sigh. “I’m almost afraid to ask what happened.”

You bit your lip, a wave of anxiety washing over you as you took Wanda’s hand in yours. “They’re moving forward with the drilling plans.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, and she nodded solemnly. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your following words. “They tried to convince me come home and lead the Sokovia project.”

“Of course they did,” Wanda said, her voice dripping with frustration.

“Tony is piecing together the server intel so we can figure out our next move,” you said, your voice laced with urgency.

“Good,” she nodded, hope flickering in her eyes. “Let’s just pray there’s something useful in there.”

As Natasha approached, she confidently declared, “There will be—I left nothing behind.”

“Except for our hearing from that ridiculous fire alarm,” Yelena chimed in, playfully wiggling her ear as if trying to shake off the memory.

Nat turned to you, a warm smile spreading as she touched your shoulder reassuringly. “You should be proud, Wanda. Y/N nailed it.”

Wanda’s eyes sparkled. “I always am,” she replied, her voice infused with genuine affection.

You sighed, your thoughts circling what could have been done differently. “I just wish there was more I could do,” you admitted, feeling the weight of the mission still lingering.

“Rule number two of undercover missions,” Maria interjected as she stepped out of the debriefing room. “You have to let the intel come together. We’re only starting to get feedback from Scott’s bug, and it’ll take us a while to sift through the servers. You can do nothing more today; go home and get some rest.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Wanda agreed softly, her fingers brushing your cheek gently.

Taking her hand in yours, you felt the warmth and comfort of her touch. You had no idea how profoundly your bond would be challenged in the months ahead.

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