#steve enjoys screwing with the team and tony enjoys screwing steve

[inneedofsupervision]

I didn't ask, did I? (Chapter 5)

Happy begrudgingly steps aside and walks after Tony into the diner. The billionaire skillfully ignores the gasps of surprise and the poor attempt to take pictures of him secretly as he strides straight up to the counter. "Two cheeseburgers and a large fry. To go." "Please get in line and wait for your turn, Sir." "Excuse me?" Tony slowly pulls his sunglasses down and glances at the skinny teen behind the register. "Bad hearing comes with age, huh?" mutters the teen under his breath.Happy makes a choking sound behind him.

Or, how Tony Stark gets sassed by some high schooler working part-time and makes it his mission to figure out what he did to make this kid he'd never seen hate him. If that means annoying the hell out of said high schooler, that's not his problem.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Chapter Summary: Something unexpected happens while the team's at the Avengers Compound.

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"Anthony Edward Stark, what did you do?"

The man in question jumps as the door to the conference room bursts open, giving way to a furious-looking Pepper Potts. Tony pulls at his tie, loosening it with a roll of his eyes before turning around, face morphed into a wide apologetic smile.

"Pepper Virgina Potts, you cannot imagine how delighted I am to see you. Is that a new blouse? It looks magnificent."

"Something's wrong, Mrs Potts?"

Tony turns to glare at Steve, the latter raising a single eyebrow before gesturing for him to look at his fiancee. Tony's head reels back, facing Pepper. Her lips form a thin line, pressed together firmly as she tries to suppress most of her anger and keep a professional face.

"Ten bucks, Tony screwed the pooch," whispers Clint behind his hand with a snicker. Natasha's lips tug upwards at the corner. Tony turns with a glare, pointing a finger at the archer.

"Shut your mouth, Legolas. Mommy and Daddy are talking."

Clint grimaces at the comment but kicks his legs up the table. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back to enjoy the show.

"Feet down, now."

Clint's boots are off the table in an instant.

Tony smirked at how quickly the archer cowered at his fiancee's words. One glance at Pepper makes him realize he did not have the privilege to laugh, as he's currently the main target of her wrath. The man quickly schools himself, setting up his best placating smile. "Darling, although incredibly smart, mind reading isn't on my list of traits, so tell me what I can do to get you to relax again."

Pepper crosses her arm over her chest, eyes narrowing.

"Don't you dare try to tell me to relax when you caused the press to run wild and SI stocks to go into an all-time-deep in a day, Tony!"

Sam whistles. "That's almost impressive. What did he do?"

Tony turns, glaring, pointing his finger at them. "The peanut gallery is closed for today. No clever comments coming from any of you, capiche?"

The rest of the team keeps quiet as they watch Pepper scolding the man whose shoulder sinks further as the strawberry-blond woman asks him if he has completely lost it.

"Pepper, darling. Please, whatever I've done, the PR Team can manage it," he tries, but Pepper is having none of it.

"You know what, tell me if they can," says the angered woman. She glances towards the ceiling. "Friday, if you would be so nice."

"Of course, Miss Potts."

The flatscreen at the wall turns on, all heads turning towards the live broadcast playing on the big screen.

"Is that the Tower?"

Steve leans his arms on the table, brows furrowed as he stares at the drone footage playing, showing a side of the well-known building, thoroughly covered in black and white paint.

"What even is that?" asks Sam, who tilts his head in confusion.

Tony's mind is blank. His building got used for some crazy idiots canvas to portray their juvenile act of rebellion or whatever that imitation of a zebra on crack is trying to be, and he finds out about it in the news.

His Tower.

Full of paint.

"Friday, volume up," he snaps, jaw clenching in anger.

The voice of the news anchor raises. Every person in the room has their eyes on the screen, where a camera zooms in on the large image of a quadrat filled with black and white rectangles that overtake most of the glass facade.

"A statement regarding the allegations is still pending from Stark Industries. The burden of proof will be challenging for the concern to sweep under the carpet; the video has already been shared over a million times and is spreading like wildfire on the Internet. It shows SI owner Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, in a dispute with a minor working part-time at a fast food store. The huge QR code painted on the Stark Tower with graffiti spray, which is scannable even from several miles away, regained the attention of the video a thousandfold."

The camera focuses on the reporter, who now takes out her cell phone and opens a QR-Scanner, demonstrating how the code causes a link to a video to pull up.

"How in the world did someone paint this on a building? Doesn't the lines have to be perfectly straight for a scan to work? That's honestly impressive. Hey, don't glare at me. You are the one who caused that if the lady on the TV is right," defends Sam himself when the billionaire throws him a bitter look. Before Tony can tell Sam to shut up, he gets shushed by Natasha, who watches with interest as the video begins to play.

"Good luck to your PR Team," comments Clint, grimacing in unease when Peter Parker's voice echos through the conference room, begging to keep his job.

"Tony, how could you do that to a kid?"

Tony is ready to throw his drink at Steve at the disappointment that drips from the man's voice while the blond's face shows a hint of anger.

"I got framed! This kid is pulling your leg. He's acting," Tony tells them as he points at the screen, but the image of him leaning over the counter of a specific fast food chain, holding onto the arm of an employee who begs him not to get fired, doesn't help much to convince his fellow teammates. Tony doesn't know if the news channel or the person uploading the video has pixeled the kid's face and laid a voice modulator over the sound of Parker's voice to keep his privacy. What he did know is that the caption under the video didn't help make him look less like a grade-A douchebag.

"Tony Stark getting high school employee fired from a part-time job. Damn, Stark. That's low even for you," states Sam, shaking his head.

Tony could tear his hair out in frustration.

"I told you, the kid's acting!"

Steve, who had stood up from his chair, puts a hand on his shoulder on his way out, having seen enough.

"Maybe you should stay out from the next few missions until it's settled."

Tony blinks at him in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?"

Steve pats his shoulder.

"We all have bad days, Tony. But this isn't the way. Get this sorted out, and you're back on the team."

The others follow soon, walking out of the conference room and leaving Tony with a still frowning Pepper.

"Steve's right, Tony. You have to get this sorted out."

She gives him a last look before also walking out of the room.

Tony runs a hand over his face, a tired sight leaving him before telling Friday to turn off the TV. His knuckles are turning white with how hard he's balling his hands into fists as he stalks around the room, mind going miles a minute. A million and one questions are running through his head, questions he couldn't answer, and that drives him more mad than the fact his tower got turned into a memorial of his failure to keep his cool. Why didn't Friday notify him someone put a hand on the Tower? How did they paint the facade of an eighty-story tall building?

Even though there were many questions without an answer, Tony had a hunch about who was behind all of this. Who had to be behind this petty act of revenge?

On his way out, Tony checks his reflection in the glass door, pulling his tie straight.

"Friday, give me the kid's location."

It's time to go looking for Peter Parker.

[vibraniumavenger]

Ties That Mend -Part 1

TW/CW: Alcohol, Tony's self destructive tendencies, if there's any more let me know and I'll add them!

A/N: This is something I started many years ago, I just never finished it. I'm currently working on the next few parts, I'm accepting suggestions on where this should go too! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy.

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you hesitantly walked into the elevator. You pressed the button that read 'Floor 12' and waited as it made its way up. You were nervous, you didn't want to be here. Unfortunately, being the newest Avenger meant you had to stay at the tower against your will. You were not impressed. 

You finally reached your desired floor, before taking a step out. All eyes drifted to your current position and you felt somewhat nervous. They all stood and made their way over to greet you. You extended your hand towards them, allowing them to shake your hand if necessary. A red headed woman was the first to introduce herself. "I'm Agent Romanoff, I'll be your training partner and mentor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Director Fury assigned you to me for a reason. He deems you worthy, now prove it. As an avenger, you have responsibilities and commitments. We look out for each other, okay? Don't screw up." She warned. All you could do was nod in agreement, your eyes slightly widened. Her face softened and that's when she let out a small chuckle. "You can call me Natasha. I promise, I don't bite. I'm sorry for scaring you." 

You relaxed as she took your hand and shook it, before turning to the man that stood next to her. "This is Clint. He's annoying, but you get used to it." She earned a groan of playful annoyance from him before he shoved her. She proceeded to introduce everybody else, until she got to the last few members. "Hey, I'm Sam." He smirked, sending you a wink. You couldn't help but scoff. "And I'm not interested." You shot back before turning to the next guy. 

"This is Tony, I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. He owns the tower, designs the equipment we use. Also, his ego is bigger than his wallet, so be warned." She joked. You turned away from him quickly, forcing your attention on anything else. His face dropped, but he quickly fixed it before the others noticed. 

"I'm Y/N." you smiled. "Can somebody show me to my room?" Tony was quick to offer his assistance, but you brushed it off. "Nat, do you mind? I do have a few questions…" she agreed and you grabbed your suitcase, following her closely. Tony sighed, pouring himself a whiskey and knocking it back quickly. 

Reaching your room, you thanked Natasha, politely declining her offer of assistance before closing the door behind you. Deciding you would unpack, you emptied your possessions onto the floor. You organised your clothes, placing them in your wardrobe shortly after. Your bathroom was then full of toiletries and you even hung up a few photos. It finally suited your style. By the time you finished, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep was one of your biggest struggles. If you slept more than four hours, or even slept without a nightmare, it was guaranteed you were becoming sick, which also wasn't very often. 

A voice filled your room, alerting you that dinner was being served. You knew it was Jarvis. Making your way to the dining room, a familiar scent filled the air. A small smile graced your face as you entered the room, your favourite meal presented on the table. Taking a seat in between Bucky and Clint, you waited until everybody else had loaded their plate before taking your own portion and tucking in. You ate in silence as conversations erupted around you, each person enjoying the food prepared for them as they socialised with their team mates. 

"Y/N, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Steve suggested politely. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I-uh, I'm not that interesting. There's nothing really important about me." Tony scoffed, causing everybody to raise their eyebrows and turn their gazes to him. You rolled your eyes before continuing. "What do you guys want to know?" 

This time, Wanda was the one to ask. "Is there a significant other we need to know about?” She wiggles her eyebrows in a teasing manner, causing you to blush profusely. After shaking your head, Sam piped up. "In that case, how about you and I get to know each other?" The rest of the team laughed as he sent you a wink. 

"Like I said earlier bird brain, not interested." You playfully shot back. His right hand lay over his heart and he feigned hurt, causing you to roll your eyes again. "We heard you're pretty smart. In fact, you have similar knowledge to both Tony and I. It'd be nice to have your input on a few projects if you're willing to?" Bruce smiled. You smiled back, nodding your head and confirming your availability to help. Tony watched you inquisitively throughout it all. "You must've had a real good education. Where did you go?" Bruce asked again. 

"I was homeschooled, taught by my father until he passed, my brother until the age of 16 and then my Aunt. By then, I knew everything there was to know. All I had to do was go to college to take the exams, the rest is history." You replied. “Your brother must be an exceptional man. I'd love to meet him one day." Bruce responded. You gave a small nod, brushing off any emotions. Steve spoke up again. "So, do you like jogging?" He simply asked. "I do, I go twice a day. Know any good spots?" You questioned. "Sam and I actually go twice a day too, you're more than welcome to join us." You smiled, thanking him before finishing your food. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Thor held the amber liquid out to you. Shaking your head, you declined. "I don't drink." You stated casually before standing up and clearing your plate. The rest of the team did the same and you decided to excuse yourself before they could ask you anything else. You bid them goodnight, walking into the elevator and eventually back to your room. Your nightly routine commenced and you slid into your bed, laying in the darkness until your eyes fluttered closed and you fell into a deep slumber. 

You were already awake when Steve knocked on your door at the crack of dawn. He was surprised, but didn't think too much of it. You met Sam in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way to the ground floor and exiting the tower into the cold air. It was refreshing, to say the least. A smile graced your face once again as you made your way to the park. Sam thought it necessary to explain the 'on your left' situation and you were glad. Steve ran ahead of you both. You started off slow with Sam, easing yourself into the exercise. Once you got into a rhythm, you sped up and quickly approached Steve who was miles ahead moments before. "Hey Rogers, on your left!" His face was priceless as you overtook him, a smug look plastered on your face. This continued until you were all satisfied with the miles achieved, making your way back to the tower immediately after. "You got heart kid." He complimented as you exited the elevator. You rolled your eyes as Tony came into sight, a glass of whiskey glued to his hand. 

"Tony, it's 10 in the morning. Could you not wait?" Sam enquiries. Tony chuckled, knocking back the drink before pouring himself another. "Isn't it too early for you to be on my case?" He shot back rather defensively. You were somewhat relieved when Sam took the alcoholic beverage and disposed of it, snapping Tony out of his self-destructive tendencies temporarily. 

You began walking off, eager to jump in the shower to rid yourself of the sweat. The footsteps behind you got closer and a tight grip around your arm stopped you. "Did you put him up to that?" Tony asked rather harshly. You laughed in the least humorous manner. "I didn't do shit, Stark. Let go of me." He refused, roughly tightening his grip as you stumbled back into the wall. "You need to grow up, Y/N." he sneered. "You have no control over me. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me,” you announced, wiggling from his grip and walking quickly to your room, slamming the door and locking it. 

You kept your distance for the next few weeks, avoiding Tony at all costs. During dinner, the tension was high and it was clear to everybody you did not get along. If only they knew. Of course, Tony was planning to throw another one of Stark's famous parties much to your dismay. You made it clear you would not be attending. 

"But Y/N, it's the first party since you joined! You have to come, it'll be fun. Please?" Wanda begged. You shook your head. "I don't drink, nor do I like parties. I never have." You admitted. Tony rolled his eyes at this statement. "If she doesn't want to go, we can't force her." Bruce defended you. "Don't worry Y/N, I won't be going either." You sent him a thankful smile before walking back to your room, leaving them to plan. 

A few days later, it was Tony's party. Hundreds of guests arrived, causing the levels of sound to increase dramatically. The DJ let the music blare and the tower practically shook. The whole team dressed to perfection, giving you a smile before going down to the lower level. You sigh, flopping onto the sofa with your laptop as you begin typing out your work. Fury would kill you if you didn't get it in on time. Bruce checked up on you, bringing you a tea and a few snacks to help you focus. He sat next to you, enjoying your company as you spoke continuously about your research. It had reached 11pm when Bruce began growing tired. He politely excused himself, wishing you a goodnight before traipsing off to his room. Many hours later, the rest of the team made their way up. It was clear they were absolutely wasted, their inability to stand was a major hint. You couldn't help but laugh when Clint tripped and Natasha fell down beside him, laughing harder than she usually would. After helping them off the floor, you lead them to their rooms and ensured they were safe in bed before making your way to your room. 

Slipping into your pyjamas, you closed your eyes. Unfortunately, sleep did not come. A loud crash caused you to shoot up from your bed, you grabbed your gun and tiptoed throughout the tower until you found the culprit. Tony was sprawled out on the floor, the glass from the now broken coffee table underneath him. You mentally groaned, you did not want to help him. You knew you couldn't just leave him there. You studied his body quickly, discovering a small cut to his face and hand. Reaching down, you managed to pull him up (with great difficulty) and supported him until you reached the infirmary. Throwing him onto the bed, you grabbed a few supplies. 

"Get away from me, what are you doing?" He asked, slurring each word. "You're hurt, I'm helping you." You told him. Using the tweezers, you carefully took the shards of glass from the wounds. He winced, trying to pull away but you held him down. Next, you cleaned it. He let out an audible groan but all you did was roll your eyes. It was his own fault, after all. Luckily, it wasn't too deep. You bandaged his hand and stuck a few steri-strips to his forehead, closing the small wound. You were about to move him again, when he stopped you. 

"You don't care, why are you helping me?" He asked. You thought for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. "Because if I didn't, who would?" This silenced him. You steadied him on his feet, before throwing his arm over your shoulder as you took him to his room. You lay him softly, taking his shoes and jacket off and throwing his duvet over him. He seemed satisfied as you lay painkillers and water on his nightstand before turning around. Just as you turn the light off, you hear him. "I know you hate me and I'm sorry..." his snores fill the room as you close the door, brushing off his words and making your way back to your room. "Jarvis, wipe all cctv footage." You demanded. "As you wish." He complied. Soon, you fell into a deep sleep. 

Find part 2 here.

[cowboyhorsegirl]

5 ways Steve has or wanted to bite Tony

thanks for the prompt anon! i hope you enjoy <3

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on his lips

Because once the thought comes to him unbidden in the middle of yet another argument with Stark since their ill-fated first meeting on the Helicarrier, it haunts him with the want and the desire and the pure lust of it all.

It's not good and it's not right, fantasizing about shoving his most infuriating teammate against the nearest wall, silencing his contrarian logic with more than cutting words, reveling in victory as he commands his mouth with brutal, burning kisses that aren't as much passion as they are fury.

Another kind of fight, only on a different sort of battlefield.

It's not good and it's not right, but Steve is still aching with the emptiness left behind from all he's lost by being a good and righteous man. And Stark . . . for all that he is ostentatious and reckless and bullheaded and annoyingly antagonistic, at least makes Steve feel something, anything. 

Everything.

Steve himself fails to notice as their disputes slowly become less spontaneous and more deliberate. Even so, the plausible deniability does nothing to hinder his compulsion to seek Stark out—during training, at the penthouse, in his workshop—only to rile them both up again.

There is, however, no possible way to ignore the fact that every one of their arguments now ends the exact same way: with Steve storming off his to quarters and slamming the door shut only to put one tense and trembling fist to his cock, bringing himself off with sharp, short thrusts of his hand, his lips caught between his teeth and thoughts of Tony's mouth bitten raw and red all-encompassing in his mind.

on his shoulder

Because Steve is pressed up against Tony's bare back in the Quinjet they landed not five minutes ago. The rest of the team is still making their way out of the hangar, most of them headed to medical after a battle barely won, still well within earshot if Steve were to let a desperate moan fall free from his lips.

The sight of Iron Man going heavy and dark as he plummeted in a dead suit towards the ground after MODOK's attack replays on a sickening loop in his head. Steve still has to shake himself of the last vestiges of fear while he latches onto the hot, heady feeling of Tony around him and the sound of Tony panting—harsh, but quiet as if his breath is being stifled somehow—and the taste of Tony’s sweaty skin under his tongue as he bites down hard to stop himself from crying out in pleasure or grief, he isn't quite sure which.

But there's nothing to grieve, he reminds himself. There's no reason to mourn because Tony is here, right here where Steve can hold him closest, safe and unharmed and alive and alive and alive and alive—

That's the thought that undoes him, has him gripping Tony's hips desperately and painfully screwing his eyes shut and sinking his teeth into Tony's shoulder even more forcefully as they shudder apart against each other until he hears a muffled, wounded whimper. Steve is suddenly, horribly reminded of the magnitude of his own strength.

He lets go, releases Tony from his grasp, but he can't, he just can't move to put any more distance between them yet. Close to each other like this, he can still feel Tony's heartbeat as strongly as if it was pounding through his own skin. And if all he will ever get are these few frenzied moments of rushed intimacy in the aftermath of that brutal battle, then he at least wants to savor it.

Finally, they pull away from each other. Steve winces when he sees the deep impression his teeth have left on Tony's skin as he pulls the undersuit back on, the angry marks he left biting down on Tony’s shoulder and biting back his feelings for him. Regret weighs heavy on his heart at the bitter realization that—after months of wanting Tony, months of wanting to share in dinner dates and lazy mornings and passion-filled nights—the only way Tony wants him back is for a quick fuck in the back of the Quinjet as they come down from the adrenaline high of combat.

Steve sighs as he turns away and bends down to pick up one of the larger pieces of the suit that Tony had haphazardly discarded from his body, determined not to let him carry the bulky armor down to his workshop by himself.

Just as he rises with the back plate cradled in his arms, Tony snatches it away from him, eyes averted and lips pressed together tightly. 

Silly, really. He should know by now not to count on Tony to accept help only for the simple reason that Steve wants to give it. 

It’s there that Steve sees it: bite marks, deeper even than the ones he left, printed into the knuckles of Tony's left hand. A small drop of blood wells up in one of the indents, bright red contrasted against bone white fingers where Tony grips tightly to the edges of his armor.

Regret weighs heavy from Steve’s heart.

on his thighs

Because finally, Tony is spread out glowing and golden and glorious against his stark white sheets and Steve thinks he has never seen anything more beautiful. He presses reverent kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, is handsomely rewarded by Tony's sweet sighs and hitching gasps, and Steve thinks he has never heard a lovelier melody than the sounds of Tony's pleasure.

He kisses his way down Tony's body, lips lingering on scars and faded burns, mouthing along the desensitized skin at the edge of the arc reactor, awed by the way Tony wears the evidence of his genius on his skin like a biography that Steve could reread over and over again without tiring, his favorite story.

When he reaches the jut of Tony's hips and his breath rustles over the dark hair leading to the base of his cock, he gently coaxes Tony's legs open, revealing the tender, pale skin of his inner thighs to Steve. It's exhilarating to have Tony like this, open and vulnerable, the thrill of being trusted with his desire.

Steve strokes the backs of his fingers over the unmarred skin, before lowering his head to nip lightly over the same path, warm and velvety smooth against his hands and his lips. 

Above him, Tony moans his approval, a litany of oh god and fuck, Steve as Steve inches ever closer to getting his mouth on Tony’s cock. 

Closer, but not quite there yet.

Steve has something else in mind first.

Because Steve is only human. He’s not a perfect man, has never claimed to be. So when he sees Tony’s thighs laid open before him, completely devoid of any other marks like the ones that distinguish the rest of his beautiful body, he can’t help but take full advantage of the opportunity to leave a few of his own.

As Steve presses his teeth into the soft, supple skin and immediately feels the resistance from Tony’s strong, lean muscles, he thinks that he's never tasted anything quite so brilliant as Tony's bruises blooming under his lips. The scent of him—all leather and vanilla from his cologne and here, so close to the core of him, Tony’s own sweet, musky smell underneath it all—is everywhere around Steve as he shuts his eyes and loses himself in the sensation.

It’s heaven, kissing bruises into the blank canvas of Tony's thighs. It is his most stunning act of creation, all the shades of red and purple he paints with his tongue into Tony’s skin. Steve can't help himself from smiling as he imagines how they might ache tomorrow, an echo from tonight that reverberates anew every time Tony moves.

Steve finishes his masterpiece with one last kiss right where Tony's thigh meets his hip, his cheek just brushing against the delicate skin of Tony’s balls. He shifts back and takes in the sight: hums his delight at the picture they’ve made together, spilled ink on the page that will darken over time before fading away.

A secret only they share; handwritten notes in the margins of their story.

on his jaw

Because Tony loves it, is all, and that’s reason enough for Steve.

He still remembers the way Tony had moaned when Steve grazed his teeth over the corner of his jaw, just under his ear. His hands had flown to Steve’s head, tangling in his hair as he pulled him impossibly closer for a split second before letting out a resigned sigh and tugging Steve just far enough away until they could look at each other, faces a mere hairsbreadth apart and panting breaths hitting the other’s lips in the heavy air between them.

“Was that okay?” Steve starts to ask at the same time that Tony says,“you can’t, can’t—” before breaking off to gasp a breath.

Steve shifts some of his weight off of Tony, giving him a bit of space to clear the lingering glaze of pleasure over his eyes and catch his breath so he can continue. 

A few moments later, Tony swallows and drags Steve closer again. “I have a board meeting tomorrow morning, and I can’t show up with any bruises where my clothes won’t cover them. It’s a . . . professional liability,” he says while waving a hand around as he searches for the words to explain. Once he’s finished, he sighs, gaze rueful, and drops his hand to hold on to Steve’s arm, absently stroking scarred fingers over the smooth curves of his bicep before offering a remorseful, “I’m sorry.”

At that, Steve’s brow furrows. “You don’t have to apologize. I’ll be careful.”

Tony bites his lip, glances away and back again. “I know, I just . . . I wish you didn’t have to worry. I wish we could just enjoy each other.” He huffs out a laugh, shakes his head almost imperceptibly so as he slides his hand up Steve’s arm, over his shoulder to cup the curve of his jaw in his warm palm, guiding them together until their lips meet in a chaste kiss. 

It’s sweet, the meditative rhythm of Tony’s thumb as it rubs gently back and forth across his cheek. Steve can feel himself melting further into the contact. He hums his happiness into the embrace, joy swelling within him when he feels Tony react to the vibration and smile against his lips. 

They stay close after the kiss breaks to narrow the millimeters that feel as gaping and distant as miles between them. Steve relishes the feeling of himself sheathed inside Tony’s soft heat, the way they mold to fit each other perfectly so that they share every breath, every movement, every ripple of pleasure, two bodies moving together as one. 

“I do appreciate it, though,” Tony says as his gaze alternates between tracking Steve’s lips and meeting his eyes. “Thank you for understanding,” he murmurs in the scant space separating them.

Steve brings a hand up to brush his fingertips over Tony’s temple, down his cheek, thrilling at how Tony presses ever-so-slightly into the touch in a subconscious effort to get closer. “Of course. Whatever you want, Tony,” he says, voice low as it skates over his skin, followed by a kiss to his forehead, another on his brow, light presses of his lips all across his lover’s face.

Steve feels Tony start talking before he hears it, the reverberation of his voice across his lips where he’s currently kissing feather-light down his throat. An exasperated groan escapes him before he can stop himself, but unsurprisingly it goes completely unnoticed by Tony as he prattles on. 

“Well, it’s not so much that that’s not what I want, if we’re being particular about it—”

“Tony,” Steve interrupts, unwilling to risk letting him talk long enough to distract himself from the fact that Steve’s dick is currently inside him. Again. “Tell me what you want. I want to know.”

“I want—” he says, and stops, letting his mouth hang open for a second of hesitation before visibly acquiescing to an internal argument he’s fighting against himself. “Actually you know what? Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter. Just, um . . . just don’t leave any marks where I can’t hide them. Think you can handle that, big guy?” He winks at him, but his attempt at a smirk falls flat.

Steve frowns back. “Are you sure?”

Tony rolls his eyes in response. “Of course I’m sure. Don’t I sound sure? And if you don’t get a move on, I’ll be wearing you to the meeting tomorrow, which I’m pretty sure will go over even less favorably than the bruises.” He punctuates his speech by clenching down on Steve’s cock, promptly putting an end to any more coherent conversation for the rest of the night.

But Steve hadn’t forgotten the subtle, lingering regret in Tony’s eyes. It burns in his memory months later as he lays Tony on the plush, massive bed in the private villa on the secluded island they’d secreted away to to celebrate their first anniversary together. This time, he doesn’t pull back when the trail of kisses he’s leaving along the length of Tony’s neck reaches the hinge of his jaw. Steve presses a smile against Tony’s skin instead.

“You know,” Steve purrs, “no work for the next two weeks.”

“No meetings either,” Tony says brightly.

“No clothes to hide bruises under.”

At that, Tony quirks an eyebrow, but he’s smiling when he confirms, “for two whole weeks?”

Steve licks the sensitive spot under Tony’s ear, kisses just hard enough to make his intentions clear. Gets drunk on the sound of Tony’s moans as he gently bites at the edge of his jaw, tongue running over the not yet visible pinpricks of stubble.

“For as long as you want it, honey.”

on his nose

Because the morning is drizzling down drab and gray against their windows when Steve wakes up and immediately decides against his usual daily run. 

Normally he wouldn’t, he’d just persevere through the rain, but Tony’s always telling him how he deserves to take it easy, how he should allow himself rest. 

Every once in a while, Steve’s inclined to agree.

Like today, for instance. He rolls over to face Tony, still soft and peaceful with sleep, and raises one hand to brush away the hair that has fallen into his eyes. From his dreams, Tony has sensed the disturbance, and his nose wrinkles just as Steve finishes smoothing his hair back into place.

Adoration floods him, an emotion bright and overwhelming as the sun, and before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s tilted forward and to the side a bit, carefully covers his lips with his teeth, and oh-so-gently lays a little bite on the tip of Tony’s nose.

Immediately, Tony’s eyes fly open at the exact same time as he says, “What the fuck?” in a hoarse voice. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” but the apology is undercut by the way Steve chuckles through it.

“Oh, like hell you didn’t,” Tony grumbles back. 

Steve hums his agreement as he gathers Tony into his arms. 

“Maybe so.”

Tony puts up a little resistance, shoving back against Steve for just a second, but they both know it’s only for show. They melt into each other, intimacy like a hearth they gather around to stay warm from the burgeoning storm outside.

“Looks like kite-flying is out of the question today.”

Steve raises one eyebrow and leans back a bit to look at Tony head-on. “Have you ever even flown a kite?”

“Have you?” Tony deflects.

“‘Course I have,” Steve says as he rubs the heel of one hand against his eyes before replacing it on the slight divot between Tony’s shoulder blades. “Bucky and I used to fly ‘em from the roof of our building when we were kids.”

They share the silence for a few minutes, ruminating and reminiscing under cover of thunder. But Tony rarely finds calm in stillness, so after a few minutes he breaks the quiet with—

“So what was up with that wake-up call then?”

Steve laughs softly, shaking his head slightly, unable to stop from nudging the very end of his nose against Tony’s as he does, pressed chest to chest against each other like they are. “You just looked cute, that’s all. Sue me.”

“I could! Emotional damages and whatnot!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep talking. Besides, you can’t touch me, I have spousal privilege.”

“That is absolutely not how spousal privilege works.”

“Oh really?” Steve smirks as he exaggeratedly rolls his naked hips against Tony’s boxers before leaning in so his lips brush against the outer shell of Tony’s ear when he whispers, “Enlighten me.”

Tony throws his head back in laughter. The joke is quickly abandoned as Steve’s smile warms into something more genuine at the sound. “You’re insatiable! We’ve been awake for all of five minutes and you’re already ready to go?”

He knows it’s not a serious question, but it barely matters when the answer is all the same. He trails his fingertips over the corner of Tony’s lips, heart fluttering when Tony casually captures Steve’s hand in his own and lays a soft, sweet kiss to the simple gold band on his finger. 

“With you in my bed? Always.” 

“Oh please,” Tony mocks fondly, lips curved in a crooked smile as he gazes up at Steve, before breaking into a yawn. “In any case,” he says as his eyes slip shut, “I’m going back to sleep, gonna get all my 40 winks in, like someone here is usually so adamant that I do.”

“Mmmm,” Steve acknowledges noncommittally. “Nice to know you’ve finally started listening to me after all these years.”

Tony’s eyes briefly crack open, one eyebrow lifting up in objection, but he otherwise pointedly ignores the challenge. “Please don’t tell me you’re leaving for your run right now,” he says instead, driving his point home by slinging an arm over Steve’s waist to hold on tight as he starts trying to find a comfortable position to rest his head. 

Steve shifts down the bed, settles Tony’s restlessness by sliding an arm underneath his pillow. Immediately, the crease between his brows smoothes out, body relaxing on a gentle sigh.

The gray morning light, darkened by the storm, sends shadows over Tony’s sleep-softening features. Steve leans forward, just enough to press a barely-there kiss on the end of Tony’s nose. Between one moment and the next, Tony’s nose wrinkles, his eyelashes flutter, and then his face smoothes out again. His breath stays even. 

Steve smiles down at him, lays his own head down next to Tony’s, and whispers in the space between:

“Not today. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

[olicreates]

To Think That We Could Stay The Same now on AO3!

To Think That We Could Stay the Same (9786 words) by olicreates Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Everyone, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Shuri Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, May Parker (Spider-Man), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Harley Keener, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Avengers Team Members (Marvel) Additional Tags: Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Fix-It, Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Peter Parker Meets the Avengers, Canon Divergence - Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Tony Stark Lives in Avengers Tower, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bisexual Peter Parker, BAMF Pepper Potts, Everyone Is Alive, The Avengers Live in Avengers Tower (Marvel), Deaf Clint Barton, BAMF Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Family Dynamics, Domestic Avengers, Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Has Issues, Canon-Typical Violence, making everyone friends because marvel screwed us over, Everyone Needs A Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Everyone Has Issues, Texting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mitski References, Peter Parker is a Mitski Fan, Found Family, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker Has Sensory Issues, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Clint Barton in the Ceiling Vents, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Parkner MIGHT happen (large chance) so pls keep that in mind, anti-Accords but not team Steve or Tony Summary: Peter Parker's life is going in ways he never expected. His aunt finds out about his after-school activities (AKA Spider-Man), he finally lands an actual internship, and they move into a… new place… in Midtown Manhattan. Maybe May won't burn down the kitchen on the first day, somehow. Tony Stark's a mess. He won't admit it, but he misses his team. He wants everyone back together, if only so he can pretend they're friends, yet again. In the meantime, he hangs out with a teenager for some reason. It's not because he genuinely enjoys the company-- Pete's just smart, okay? Tony doesn't have a soft spot for the kid. He doesn't. Steve didn't mean for everything to go this way. He just wants Bucky and his friends safe. He wants to go back home, fix the mess he created, preferably without getting locked in a prison. He longs for a chance to make up for the things he did. To build a life. ------------ The Avengers get back together again. Eventually. Accompanied by a certain Spider-Kid.

[robertdowneyjjr]

Heyy, if you're still taking the kiss prompts can I ask for 62 and/or 63! :)

hi, sorry for the late response! i'm gonna go with 63:

"people kiss each other all the time, doesn't mean there's feelings involved."

---

They're spooned up together in bed after cleaning up and getting ready for bed when Steve breaks the silence by mumbling unintelligibly into Tony's neck.

"Hmm? What was that?" Tony asks, turning around in Steve's arms to face him.

"I said, the rest of the team is going to be completely insufferable about this."

Tony furrows his brows, unsure where Steve is going with this.

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Come on," Steve sighs, exasperated. "You have to know that they've been betting on how long it would take for us to get together."

"Oh, yeah, that." Tony shrugs. "Well we can't really do much about it, can we? We're finally together now. I'm really, really happy about this," he says, running a hand through Steve's hair.

Steve closes his eyes at the gentle tugging, humming softly in agreement.

"So am I. But don't you think it'll be funny to mess with them just for a little bit?"

Tony pulls back, intrigued by Steve's tone that he's secretly patented as the Steve-Rogers-is-a-little-shit voice.

"Alright, I'm game. What did you have in mind?"

---

The next morning, they arrive at breakfast separately. Steve gets there first as usual after a run and a shower, with Tony showing up twenty minutes later just after Clint has taken a seat at the island with a bowl of cereal in hand. He sits down next to Bruce, wrinkling his nose at his science bro's cup of camomile tea as he goes. Steve sets down Tony's favorite mug filled with his favorite brew in front of him and smiles at him sweetly, softly stroking his cheek just once before turning back to the burner.

This does not go unnoticed by the rest of the team.

Throughout the rest of breakfast, the two share soft smiles between their bites of food, feet brushing against each other under the table.

At one point Steve's toes accidentally (on purpose) brush against Natasha's leg, but she doesn't comment on it.

---

For the rest of the week, Steve and Tony mess with the team by blatantly acting like a couple while never confirming the actual status of their relationship. As far as the team can tell without either of them saying anything, they've just suddenly become a lot more physical with their affection while still living in denial. They know that the betting pool is worth at least a thousand bucks, and they're not going to make it easy for any of them to win that money.

They show up to team meetings hand in hand and sit side by side, Steve doodling on Tony’s arm and Tony whispering in Steve’s ear, the two of them giggling softly amongst themselves. They hog the loveseat during movie night, but are snuggled so close together that another person could fit in there easily. They say goodbye in the mornings with soft kisses on the cheek or forehead, followed with “I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous” and spend the rest of their days smiling cheek to cheek.

Through it all, it’s clear that their teammates are vibrating out of their skin with the need to ask and confirm whether they’ve started dating, but hilariously enough, no one dares to actually come right out with their questions.

It all comes to a head late on Saturday night, when Steve and Tony are returning home from a date. They’re wrapped up in each other, Steve bracketing Tony against the corner of the elevator, enthusiastically making out without a care for anything else in the world. The elevator comes to a stop on the communal floor without either of them noticing, and it isn’t until they hear someone clear their throat that they stop to take a look at the person who’s so rudely disturbed them.

Clint and Natasha stare back at them with matching smirks on their faces.

“Finally!” Clint exclaims, raising both ands up in celebration. “About time you guys finally start dating!”

Steve turns towards them fully, putting on the most innocent expression he can muster, and asks, “What makes you think we’re dating?”

Clint is gobsmacked by this question, evidently confused that it’s even something that Steve had to ask. “Isn’t it obvious? You guys have been all over each other all week. All the handholding and goodbye kisses and cuddling and smiling. You were literally just making out in the elevator!”

At that, Steve’s face morphs into an expressionless mask and he says, deadpan, “People kiss each other all the time, doesn’t mean there’s feelings involved.”

He presses the door close button on the panel and just as the elevator doors slide completely shut on Clint’s dumbfounded gaping and Natasha’s narrowed eyes, Steve turns back to Tony and presses their lips together hard, drawing a moan from the other man.

---

Clint stares at the closed elevator doors. “They’re fucking with us. They have to be, right?”

“Definitely.”

“You gotta help me think of a way to get them to admit it, Nat. We need this for the bet.”

“Hmm.” Natasha turns towards the stairwell to head up to her room. “I think we’re just gonna have to let this one go.”

[traveler-at-heart]

Love you deserve

Summary: Natasha watches you go through a complicated relationship.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is more like therapy for myself, but I wanted to post it either way.  --

She learned it was better not to ask. Most of the times, you didn’t even know where you stood and after all, it was your life. Not hers.

You were an Avenger in every sense of the word, except to the public. This would grant you the ability to go on missions and do recon while keeping a low profile. You were the eyes and ears of the team. There was a room where you were free to stay in whenever needed. You were there for some movie nights and Wanda definitely became your best friend after some time. With Natasha it was different. She approached you slowly and carefully, curious about how you could manage such a heavy burden without losing your kindness. And as she got to know you, she understood that you were in fact, too kind. There was always a cup of coffee waiting for her, a seat for movie night and someone that held her hand everytime she went to the med bay. Because Natasha would not get you to shut up unless she got a doctor to clear her after every mission. You were also too kind to the wrong people. She first met your wife at one of Tony’s parties. This one was for Steve’s birthday and you were excited to celebrate Cap. But it was hard to handle the evening when your wife snapped at you over everything, and barely showed any interest when you introduced her to your teammates. A hand flew to the back of your neck nervously, sighing when she excused herself to find a restroom and you found your way to the bar. Maybe you shouldn’t have invited Jess. And she would have made a big deal out of it, still. It was always a complain about not including her in your life and when you did, it was still not enough. You couldn’t win. “You think Cap is gonna need a fire extinguisher to blow all those candles?” Natasha mumbled against your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up, and even if it wasn’t the first time you’d seen those beautiful emerald eyes, they always took your breath away. “Huh?” looking around after she nudged you again, you saw Sam and Bucky carrying a cake with at least a hundred candles. Everyone began to sing happy birthday, but honestly the cake was barely noticeable under all those tiny little flames. “Oh, my God!” you laughed against Natasha, thinking it was the most ridiculous thing you’d seen. The feeling didn’t last long. You got a text from Jessica, telling you she was leaving. “Excuse me” you mumbled, walking to the elevator. “Don’t” she warned when you found her, looking like a kid about to throw a fit. “I did what you asked me. You said I wasn’t involving you in my life” “You don’t!” “I just did” you pointed at the room full of your friends. “And you couldn’t stay for a full hour before making an exit” “I don’t have to. We separated months ago” she threw in your face again, like she always did when she screwed up. “But you still call me every day, and still want me to be home for dinner. Make up your damn mind. Because you say we’re going our separate ways and then you ask if I can stay over” “You don’t love me” she sniffled. Moments like this made you feel heavy. Because you knew what she was doing and you knew what you should respond. There was absolutely no way your marriage had a future. And yet again, you couldn’t walk away. “You know that’s not true” “I saw the way you looked at her. So go back to your little Russian friend” “You are the only one, Jess. Don’t I come home every time you ask me to?” “Maybe” “Well… can we go back and have some cake, at least?” “I don’t want to. Take me home” she asked. You looked back at the team and then did as you were told. And you hated yourself for it. — It was back and forth most days. You could have a very good week with Jess, where you’d laugh, enjoy cooking and going out, spending every night together. And then she’d change completely, leaving you to guess what the hell had made her snap. Punching a boxing bag would usually take the edge off, but this morning it wasn’t working. “Do you want to spar?” the redhead offered, and you nodded. She’d never seen anyone fight so desperately, as if your life depended on it. She knocked you down, and you got up, not even processing the last punch before throwing another one. The only way to make you stop was by pinning you to the ground, your face against the mat as you let out a sob. “Stay down” Natasha pleaded. You nodded and she finally let go of your hands. “I’m sorry” you said, out of breath. “What are you sorry for?” You chuckled, but it came out like another sob. “For loving someone who hurts me so much. A fucking psycho that talks about going to Italy in the summer and then a week later reminds me I have to sign our divorce papers” The redhead winced at that and you looked down, slumping your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m dumping this on you. Just… I should go” you sighed and walked away. The redhead couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. “She deserves better” Natasha told Wanda the next day. “I know” the other woman nodded, pouring two cups of hot cocoa. It was the go-to drink to cheer you up. And boy if you needed it, after getting divorce papers delivered by a messenger to your fucking office of all places. Breaking your heart wasn’t enough; the humilliation had to be an extra for Jessica. “Does she know?” Natasha asked. “Because I can’t understand how Y/N can be with someone who treats her like that” “There’s a lot of history there” Wanda sighed. “A lot of guilt too. It’s not my place to tell you or judge her. I’m just her friend. I make the hot cocoa and listen” Natasha nodded, her heart still aching for you. You deserved so much love. She wished she could show you. But then again, Natasha of all people knew nothing about love. You deserved better. Which meant Natasha would never have a chance. “She could use another friend” Wanda said before leaving the kitchen, staring at the redhead intently. Two days later, as you came back to the Compound, Natasha met you in the hallway, a small smile on her face. “I ordered way too much Chinese if you want some” “I had dinner already, but thanks” Natasha knew that look. You were with your… whatever the hell she was. Wanda was right, you needed another friend but the pang of jealousy and annoyance Natasha felt at the idea of you being with someone else made her understand it. She wanted to be more than friends. “Hey, Nat. Not so fast. We could still watch a movie” you hurried after she turned around, terrified at the sudden realisation. “Wouldn’t want your wife to get upset” she snapped, turning around to glare at you. “Why do you do that to yourself? Can’t you see you deserve so much more?” You scoffed and walked past her. Now she was the one following you. “You don’t know everything we’ve been through. You don’t know all the times I screwed up. All the times I failed Jess. Maybe I do deserve to be treated like shit because that’s the only way I’ll try to be better” “That’s bullshit, and you know it!” “I don’t! I truly don’t because if I did I wouldn’t have gone down to see her even if I already know she’s fucking someone else while swearing she still loves me!” “Y/N” Steve softly interrupted. “Not now, Steve. I’m explaining Natasha why I’m a fucking waste of time” “It’s urgent. And you should come too” he pointed at the redhead. “Fine” Both of you followed him to a breefing room. Maria, Tony and even Fury were there. “Here” Cap gave you a folder and you began to browse through the files. Natasha approached you to read over your shoulder and you instantly relaxed at her proximity. “Plutonium” Maria said. “A big purchase that could be happening soon. Or not” “All we know is there’s someone out there with a lot of it” Fury spoke, looking at you. “Undercover?” he confirmed with a nod. “How long?” “Whatever it takes. But it won’t be quick. At least three months” “You don’t have to go” Tony spoke for the first time. “It’s kind of her job, Stark” Fury snapped. “I’m gonna miss you too, Tony” you winked at him, closing the folder. “When do I leave?” “Tomorrow morning. Agent Hill will give you all the details. The rest of you are dismissed” Fury walked out, followed by Steve and Tony. “Romanoff?” “She should have back up” “And you’re thinking the famous Black Widow who was on international news after the New York attack is the perfect partner?” “I can be discreet” “Nat. I’m gonna be fine” “You don’t know that” she turned to you, a pleading look on her face. “Have some faith in me, will you? Come on, I’ll find you before I leave” It took Steve pulling her out of the room to finally listen. And when you came back to your room, you took one look at the papers you were supposed to sign. You had a choice to make. —- Time and distance was what you needed, Wanda argued. “With someone like Jess, only a clean cut would do the trick. She can’t manipulate Y/N if she can’t speak to her” Natasha wanted to believe it. But she still missed you. It had been four months and you would just give a sign here and there to let them know you were alive. It wasn’t enough. Ever since you left, Natasha had avoided long missions, just in case you needed back up. But this time, after Clint’s complains and Sam’s hints, the redhead pulled her weight and went on a week long recon mission to Madrid. When she got back, the entire team was gone. She would appreciate the time alone if it didn’t make her thoughts go crazy. “Hello?” she heard a voice from the entrance. The redhead frowned and ran to find you. You walked with the help of a cane, your right leg moving slowler. “Y/N!” she launched herself to your arms and you winced. “Sorry. What happened?” “Got the buyer. The team is seizing the plutonium but I had to pretend I was running from them. For all intent and purposes, the person I was to those dealers got blown up” “I should have been there” “If you were there, who would drive me to get some coffee and apple pie?” “Fine” she rolled her eyes, feeling ten times lighter now that you were back. “Shower first” you declared. You were eager to go out and explore the city again, and luckily for you Natasha was willing to drive you anywhere you wanted. “What happened to your leg?” she asked once you were settled in your favorite cafe. “I took a bullet for the woman that had the plutonium. After that she trusted me blindly. A small price to pay to get the mission done” “But will you be ok?” “Doctor Cho is confident that she can fix it. I’ll just need some physical therapy and rest. And let me tell you, I am not planning on going on a mission any time soon” You both laughed at that. “I may be going back and forth with the debriefing and everything. But I expect to be back to living in the Compound full time” “You’re moving?” “I signed the divorce papers before leaving for the mission. And I’ve avoided any way to contact her, in case she thinks she can change my mind” “Wanda was right. You needed time and distance” she crossed her arms, understanding why you looked so happy and free. It wasn’t just the ending of the mission. “Wanda knows me very well” you nodded, smiling at the thought of your friend. “I’m still sorry for the things I said” Natasha sighed, leaning forward. “I needed to hear that. And I know you would never say it to hurt me, Nat” “It’s good to have you back” she finally admitted, her voice soft. You reached out for her hand and squeezed gently. “It’s good to be back” — The next month was one of the best ones you’ve had. Being around people you trusted made you forget about the struggles of your recovery. Doctor Cho, being the genius she was, made true to her word and repaired the tissue that had been severely damaged. And while you worked to get your strenght back, Natasha kept you company. She’d read a book while you exercised and made sure you weren’t in too much pain. Or she’d tell you about all the things that happened while you were gone, distracting you from the constant prodding of needles as the medical team ran test after test. Your favorite tradition was cooking diner. Having too much free time, you’d decided to make some home cooked meals. The redhead always showed up at 5 o’clock sharp to help. And you’d have to repeat some instructions, but the look on her face when she got a taste of dinner was worth it. Everyone seemed to caught on the fact that Natasha had basically taken a leave until you were fully recovered. Wanda had to step in when they decided to start a bet over who was gonna make the first move. Which was a shame, because it ended up being a tie. Natasha had been busy with reports when she got a call. Her eyes widened when she saw your name on the screen. You’d usually reach her through F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Y/N?” “Hey, Nat” “Yes, this is Nat” “Ugh, don’t be an ass right now” you sighed and she chuckled. “Can you come pick me up at the New Amsterdam hospital?” “What? What happened? And how on Earth did you leave the Compound without me noticing?” “Just a little accident. I got ambushed by a vicious bike on an evening walk. I don’t even have a concussion but the staff won’t let me leave unless someone picks me up” “Fine. Stay put” she asked, collecting her things from the desk. “I can’t believe you managed to get in trouble the one day you leave home” “You and me, Nat” — You were talking to the kid on the bed next to yours when Natasha walked in the E.R. The boy gaped when he recognised her. “See?” you bragged. He didn’t believe you when you told him you knew the Avengers. The redhead ignored the interaction, going straight to your side. “Do I need to put a tracker on you?” she threatened and you laughed. “Relax, will you? I was just looking for something. Can we sign my discharge so we can go?” “I’ll find someone to help” Natasha rolled her eyes and went out into the hallway. As she reached the front desk, she heard someone repeating your name. “I’m her next of kin” Jessica insisted. “She asked for a Miss Romanoff” the receptionist read. “That’s me” Natasha said, without looking at Jessica. The woman handed her a document that the redhead signed, distancing herself from your ex wife. “So now everything makes sense” the woman said, following Natasha. “You’re her fuck buddy, aren’t you?” “I’m her friend. And at least I treat her with some respect and sympathy, unlike you” “What makes you think you can speak to me like that?” the woman snapped, pulling Natasha by the arm to turn back. “Lay a hand on me one more time and see how many fingers you lose” the redhead threatened. “What do you think you’re doing?” you appeared behind Natasha, the severity of your tone making her snap out of her (very violent) thoughts. Natasha turned around, knowing that she’d crossed a line. But to her surprise, the anger wasn’t directed at her. You were glaring at Jessica. “The hospital called me” “Don’t you ever talk to her like that again” you stood between Jessica and Natasha, looking intently at your ex-wife. “We’re divorced and obviously the hospital calling you was a mistake” “So now you’re with her?” “That doesn’t concern you or justify the way you spoke to her. Don’t ever come anywhere near Natasha or me, please” “Fine” Jessica snapped, taking her wedding ring -which you could tell she had just put on to play the abandoned wife card- and all but threw it at your face. “Sorry” Natasha turned towards you, but kept her eyes down. “Don’t. She was out of line. Let’s just go, ok?” Natasha nodded and walked quietly next to you. As you got out of the hospital, you gathered the courage to take her hands in yours and stop in the sidewalk. “Wait, please?” Natasha nodded, looking confused, but never letting go of your hands. “I’m sorry about that. I really am. I never remembered about changing that contact. All that time away. I felt relieved, you know? She couldn’t reach me and she couldn’t make me feel guilty for things that happened years ago. Never once did I miss her” “You don’t have to explain anything” “I do, because I missed you. Like crazy. All the time. I just wanted to be back to see you again, Nat.” as you confessed what you were feeling, you started to ramble on “And I’m sorry about leaving the Compound but I wanted to get you flowers to ask you out and this guy on a fucking fixie out of all goddamn bikes just threw me across the street…” “You were gonna ask me out?” Natasha said, smiling. Blushing, you searched in the pocket of your jacket, pulling out two flowers that had seen better days. Natasha took them delicately and then laughed, closing the distance between you two for a slow and tender kiss. “If you don’t say something I’m gonna assume you do have a concussion” Natasha nudged you. “Just enjoying the moment” you smiled against her lips, eager to feel them again. “And believe me when I tell you, I want more like this one”

[picturetoburnnn]

Home Is Where You Are - b.b. x reader

pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count - 4k

warnings - the usual angst and language !!!!smut, 18+ only!!!!!

a/n - this is my attempt at a comeback after my last flop. ive never written a smut before so yeah that's cool. this is a month and a half in the making -- i hope y'all enjoy it. i love you guys so much

tags - @cxddlyash @thewxntersoldier @calpalirwin @bibliophilewednesday @givebuckyhisplumsnow

“What the fuck was that, Y/L/N?” Tony’s angered voice filled the small cabin of the quinjet.

“I’m sorry--” The words weren’t even halfway out of her mouth before the tech mogul was on her again.

“You almost got us all killed!”

“But we didn’t! It turned out okay, in the end, and Steve--”

“Captain Rogers was able to work his way around your mess, and thank whatever God there is, he didn’t endanger any more civilians than you already had.”

“I didn’t mean--”

“No, no, no.” He made a ‘shut up’ motion with his hand. No one dared interrupt, even the other teammates aboard the jet. “This is not the time for you to speak. This is the time for you to shut your ass up, and listen for once in your goddamn life.”

Never before had Y/N, or anyone on the team, heard Tony so furious at a partner.

“You think it’s okay because you escaped unscathed, but look around you! Natasha has two bullet wounds, Pietro’s nearly critical, and Barnes looks like he was dragged to hell and back, and it’s only because he was a super soldier that he isn’t on a stretcher right now! You are so -- so careless with your life and others, that I don’t think you even realize how many people could have died because you weren’t paying attention!”

“Tony,” Natasha began, “it’s really not--”

“Yes, Nat, it is! I won’t go having my life put in danger because she--” he pointed a deadly, armored finger in Y/N’s face “--was selfish.”

“That’s enough,” came a quiet voice. Almost every head turned to face the speaker (even Wanda, who was loyally crouched beside her wheezing brother). James Bucky Barnes met all of their eyes. “She’s not Parker. You can’t chastise her like a child. Lay off it.”

“You, out of everyone here, Barnes, have the most reason to be pissed.” Tony waved dramatically, finally averting his gaze from the trembling Y/N.

“And I’m not. We all make mistakes. Give her time to fucking breathe, Tony.”

“Her time to “breathe” should have been before she opened the fucking floodgates of hell and set loose a million--”

“I know.” The quiet voice interrupted Tony, and the cabin fell silent again. The billionaire’s head spun to face the screw-up in question.

“I know I messed up. I know I hurt you all, and I’m sorry. It was unacceptable, and I failed. I recognize that. Please, can we just get home now?”

Tony spared a quick look over at Bucky, who leveled a death glare at him.

With a sigh, Stark turned back to the pilot’s seat. “This isn’t over.”

The rest of the plane ride home was suffocatingly silent. No one dared even breathe in Tony’s direction, afraid they may set him off again.

Upon landing, Y/N was among the first off the jet, making a beeline for the residential floors. Wanda, her best friend waiting for her at the receiving bay, looking utterly confused as the woman raced past, not even giving a hello. Barnes brushed her off, attempting to follow Y/N.

Before Bucky could say a single word of reassurance to her, the door to her apartment was slammed shut. He could hear the locking mechanism click into place. His heart ached for her. No one had seemed to notice that the mistake she had made was because she was protecting a small group of civilians. Or that she had put herself in front of the business end of a gun that was aimed at a child. No one, it seemed, except Bucky, realized that there was more to today’s events than just a mistake.

He’d never dared to say the words aloud, but he always found himself migrating to Y/N. Team meetings, movie nights, charity galas -- he somehow always found himself near her, as if his body knew that she could provide him some sense of safety amongst everyone else. Neither of them ever addressed it, but he was sure she’d had to have noticed by now that the century-old sharpshooter was constantly around.

Bucky gently tapped his knuckles twice against the door. He could hear her muffled cries from inside, and could practically imagine how she sat curled up on her bed, tucking her face into pillows to muffle the sound of a shattered will.

“Doll?” He called softly. The whimpers quieted. He pictured her sitting up straight at the sudden intrusion of noise. “Y/N are you okay? Do you want to talk?” God, the words felt so strange coming from his mouth. He was never good at being comforting. It went against everything he’d done for the past century, it felt like. His whole soul was begging him to talk to her, to make her feel better.

The door remained shut, and he was met with silence. With a sigh, he resigned himself to tying again in a few hours.

“I’m here if you want to… talk, Y/N. I won’t let you be entirely alone in this.”

Y/N listened for his footsteps to fade away before flopping her body back down onto the bed. Tears continued to flow quietly, and she couldn’t help but rethink the day over and over and over again.

“FRIDAY,” she questioned quietly. “Is anyone awake?”

“The only signatures not in their rooms is Mr. Stark, down in his labs. Would you like me to alert him for you?” Came the automaton’s response.

“No, no,” Y/N hastily insisted. “That’s fine. Thank you, FRIDAY.”

I’ll go down there, she decided. Yeah, I’ll go and talk to him like adults, now that we’re both calmed down. It’ll be fine.

Her footsteps echoed down the haunting halls as she slowly made her way to the sub-level laboratories. Bracing herself mentally, she prepared to knock on the doors, before she heard a voice inside that made her freeze.

“I don’t know what to do, Pep.” She heard Tony say. “I’ve given her so many chances and it’s just gotten worse. I don’t see anything else I can do to make her see I can’t let her be on the team anymore.”

Y/N never heard Pepper’s response. Tony didn’t want her on the team. That was all she could think.

Tony wants you gone, Tony wants you gone, Tony wants you gone, Tony wants you gone.

It was too much.

Minutes later, she found herself hunched over her desk, a small lamp illuminating the paper and pen she shakily held. Tears slowly made their way down her cheeks as she wrote.

To my team--

I’m sorry. I should have realized before now that I am not made for this life. I tried to help but I’ve only ever made it worse. I’ll be going now, somewhere I can’t get in the way again. I never wanted to cause you pain, but I can see now that that is exactly all I’ve done.

I promise I won’t be in your way again. I won’t make the same mistakes that lead to three teammates being injured. I never meant to be the burden you never asked for. Hopefully, without me, missions can be completed more safely and effectively.

I did my best, but unfortunately, I’m just not made for this life. By the time you’ve found this letter, my room will have been emptied and my suit returned. This is the best way to move onward.

Please, don’t try to find me, not that you’d want to. I know about the trackers on my car and on my phone, so rest assured they will be left behind. You can have them back.

I wish it could have ended differently. I really do wish you all the best.

Y/N Y/L/N.

By the time Y/N had finished packing her room, the compound was completely silent.

The robotic voice seemed to understand what was happening. “If they ask,” FRIDAY began, “I am incapable of deceiving the inhabitants of the compound. I am fundamentally obligated to inform them of your whereabouts should they request them.”

“Which is why--” Y/N grunted as she hoisted up a bag full of her belongings “--you don’t get to know either.”

The larger items, she could live without. She was sure the sound of her car starting would awaken someone, but the hope was that whoever it was (likely Wanda, as her room was just above the garage) would assume it was merely a midnight drive to clear her mind. She’d stop the car a few miles away, walk the rest of the way to the train station, and from there…

Well, she didn’t exactly know yet, but she’d figure it out. She always did.

So she left the note on her desk, with her phone beside it. Opening the front door, she turned and took one last look at what used to be home. With a steady inhale, she walked out, into the night.

~~

An angry yell across the compound was everyone’s wake-up call.

“Stark!” Bucky embodied every bit of the old Winter Soldier when he walked up to the billionaire with murderous intent in his gait.

“What the hell is your problem, Tin Man?” Tony questioned defensively, discreetly calling for his suit.

“This is your fault.” A paper was shoved in his face.

“Bucky,” Steve’s voice was almost unheard behind him. “What is that?”

“Y/N’s gone,” the brunette spat over his shoulder as Tony snatched the paper from his hand. “She left last night, said she was a burden. Now, who--” he pointed a deadly finger over his shoulder “--would have made her think that, if not the guy that was fucking yelling at her like a child yesterday.”

“Well obviously,” the brunette snapped, “this wasn’t my intention. I didn’t want her to leave. I just wanted her to--”

“To what, Tony?” Steve interrupted. “I was there, you consistently told her she wasn’t good enough, and all but said she shouldn’t be on the team.”

“I never--” he stopped himself as the realization dawned on him. “Son of a bitch. She heard me. I thought I imagined it, but she was there. She must have heard me on the phone last night. I was tired and didn’t mean what I said.”

Bucky was deathly still, eerily quiet as he whispered “What. Did. You. Say.”

“I… I said I couldn’t let her be on the team anymore.”

~~

Bucky was restrained, told he was suspended. Assaulting an Avenger, they said, was a bad idea when his pardon was already so tedious. They’d look for Y/N, they told him. Just sit down and relax, take a break, she’d be back before he knew it.

Bullshit.

He’d never be able to relax until he knew where Y/N was. She was his peace, and without her, he would be in endless turmoil. He couldn’t wait for them to find her. They didn’t know what to look for. He’d have to find her himself.

~~

Three days of searching. Three days of studying every file in existence that even mentioned Y/N before he found what he was looking for. Twelve years ago, before she even started training of any sort, her grandmother had passed away, and in her will was a small piece of property in the backwoods of Vermont.

I’m coming, doll.

~~

A knock rang out against the silence of the cabin, jolting Y/N out of her reverie. This cabin was twenty miles outside of town, and far enough back in the woods that you couldn’t find it by accident. Especially in this pouring rain. Slowly, she crept towards the door, daring a glance through the peephole. A gasp shot through her as she wrenched the door open.

"Bucky?"

As soon as he laid eyes on her, he felt like he could breathe again. He immediately went to wrap his arms around her. "Oh thank god you're okay," he breathed, tugging her frozen body to his chest.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" She pushed off of him, and she swore the raindrops that fell from the ends of his hair looked like tears.

"I… We need you. Back at the tower, I mean. Come back to us."

His heart dropped as she scoffed. "Yeah right. You all need me like you need a bullet to the brain. I'm of no help to you all. The team doesn't need me, in fact--"

"I need you." His heartbroken reply cut off her tangent. "I need you like I've never needed anything before. You are the light of my days, and it's been so, so dark since you left. I could barely focus. I need you."

Thunder clapped, and Y/N swore it was like a scene from a movie. The man she'd been craving for so long, come to beg for her back in the pouring rain. It was too good to be true.

"Don't," she whispered, trying to keep her voice from breaking. "Who told you? Nat? Wanda?"

"Doll?" God, he sounded so clueless. It almost made it worse.

"Don't play with my emotions like this. I know they told you to come get me under any means necessary, but this--" she cut herself off with a sniffle, holding back tears as her voice broke "--this is just cruel."

"Y/N that's not what I'm doing, I--"

"Because I have loved you too long for my emotions to be used like some bargaining chip."

The soldier swore he could feel his heart crumble as she stepped back. “Doll--”

“Don’t call me that,” she whispered, deadly quiet as her eyes locked on the ground. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, stepping closer. She stepped back again, crossing the threshold into the cabin. “Please, just listen to me.”

“I don’t want to hear you telling me all the things I would have died to hear a month ago. Don’t say them to me now because you want something from me.”

“I just want you to come home.”

“That’s something I can’t do, Buck.”

He wasn’t quick enough to stop the door before it shut in his face.

“Y/N!” He shouted against the wood panel. The rain continued to bear down on him, soaking his already wet clothes. “Y/N please,” he begged. “I can’t go back without you. Missing you this week tore me apart. Don’t ask me to do it again. If I have to sit on this doorstep for the rest of time, I will, if it means I’ll be near you.”

She could hear him banging his fist on the door gently. “Just… don’t ask me to leave, Y/N. I won’t go back without you. I need you. I need you like the air I breathe, I need you more than anything. Please. If you only listen to one thing I say, listen to this. I have been in love with you for God knows how long now. And even if you ask me to leave, I’ll still be in love with you.”

The door slowly creaked open. Y/N’s eyes met his frantic blue ones.

“Do you swear you mean it?” She asked hesitantly, quietly, scared of the answer.

Instead of answering verbally, Bucky surged forward, hands gently cupping the sides of her face, bringing his lips to hers.

At that moment, Y/N couldn’t bring herself to care about the water droplets on her entryway. She didn’t care about the fact that he was absolutely drenched in rainwater and his clothes would soak hers. God, as long as he kept kissing her like that, she couldn’t have a care in the world.

His lips moved perfectly against hers, as his metal hand steadied her jaw, keeping her in place. His flesh hand traveled downward, looping around her waist, ensuring she stayed against him.

When she pulled away, he angled his forehead against hers. Panting, he finally answered her question. “I mean it, with every bone in my body.”

“Good,” she mumbled, before pulling his lips to hers again.

The pair stumbled inside, Bucky kicking the door shut behind him.

“Bucky,” she moaned against his lips.

“I know, love,” he soothed, breaking away from her lips just to press kisses against every inch of skin he could. Her cheek, her nose, her forehead, that little spot behind her ear that seemed to make her go wild. Anywhere he could reach. His hands reached down to the back of her thighs. “Jump for me.”

She followed his instructions and couldn’t help but notice how large his palms were against her leg, not to mention the delicious chill that came with the left hand’s grip. She felt herself being placed on the counter as his tongue slipped back into her mouth. “D-down the hall,” she breathlessly mumbled. First door on the left.”

Bucky quirked an eyebrow teasingly. “Can I show you how much I love you, doll?”

Y/N nodded her head excitedly.

“I need your words, doll.” He drew back from her entirely, leaving her sitting on the counter without his touch, except for the hand under her jaw that kept her eyes on him. “Do you want me to take you to your room and show you how much I’ve missed you? Do you want me to show you how much I love you, keep showing you until you can’t walk? Yeah?”

“God, please, yes, Bucky. Yes, yes, yes.”

He smiled as she tugged him back to her, jumping off the counter. Her hands grabbed his hips, yanking his body closer to hers as she stumbled backward. Somehow, they made their way to the bedroom, her knees buckling as she hit the bed frame.

When she fell, he fell with her, arms caging either side of her head. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a giggle at their current position, half of each of their bodies dangling off the bed. Bucky drew back, just looking at her.

“What?” She breathed, a trace of laughter still in her tone.

“Just… You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His words made Y/N break out into a furious blush. Despite the shyness, she dared herself to beg “Say it again.”

“I love you.” He kissed her neck.

“Again.”

“I love you.” His lips pressed against her pulse point.

“Again,” she requested breathlessly.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, just a breath away. The tension was killing her.

“Promise me?”

“I’d give you the world if I could,” he mumbled just before connecting his lips to hers.

In a flurry of rushed motions and flailing arms, clothes were discarded one by one. First her shirt, then his pants, on and on until they both laid bare before each other.

Dangerously slowly, his metal hand traveled south until it laid above her mound.

“Doll, you’re so needy for me,” he teased, running a finger through her slick.

“Buck,” she moaned. “Don’t tease me.”

“You sound so nice begging,” he smirked, lips hovering above hers. “Do it again. Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Bucky. Your fingers -- I need your fingers.”

“Shh, it’s okay, doll,” he soothed, gently pushing in one finger. “I know what you need.” Pumped in and out until it was joined by one more, then another.

Soon, he had three fingers knuckle-deep in her warmth, and when he curled them up she let out the most delicious moan.

“Oh-- oh my god, Buck, don’t stop.”

He winked as he slinked downward. “Never.”

With that, he took her bud into his mouth, and that was when she truly erupted. Her moans, mixed with the salacious sounds of Bucky in her heat filled the room as her hands found their home twisted in his locks. Pleasure built up in the pit of her stomach as she cried out. “Oh, fuck--”

He twisted his wrist just right, and then he was hitting that little spot every single time. Without fail. Paired with the way his tongue was moving against her clit… she was done for. His free hand pinned her hips down as her thighs tried to shut around his head. “Buck… Bucky I’m right there, I’m gonna come, I--”

His eyes met hers for just a moment, and Y/N could have sworn she saw the bastard wink at her before he moaned into her.

The pleasure was too much. “Oh, oh my god, I’m coming, Bucky I’m--” she was cut off by her own moans of pleasure. Bucky, ever the gentleman, worked her through her orgasm, his lips and fingers and tongue never ceasing.

“Too much,” she moaned. “Baby, it’s too much.” She had to pull his head away from her core, and even then he tried to dive back in. Ever so slowly, the super-soldier kissed his way up her body. The moment he surpassed her neck, Y/N’s hands grabbed the sides of his face and tugged him to her lips once more. “You’re,” she breathed between kisses, “really good at that.”

“I’m good at more than that,” he grinned smugly. “I can show you everything I know, if you wanted.”

She whined as she tugged him back down. It was safe to say, neither of them got much sleep.

~~

The light streaming through slightly open curtains was what woke Bucky up. He vaguely registered the weight against his right side. It was real. Last night wasn’t a dream. He’d found her, he’d talked with her, he’d made love to her.

Her form gently rose and fell with her breaths. It was enough to make Bucky realize she’d been awake for at least some time. “Good morning angel.”

Y/N’s silence was louder than anything said. Rolling over, Bucky propped himself up on his elbow, admiring Y/N as she stared at the ceiling.

“You have to go back,” she realized quietly. “You’ll have to go back to the compound. They need you, Buck.”

“Hey,” he soothed, tracing her features with a cool finger. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“I don’t want to go back, James.” A hint of dangerous anger seeped into her tone. “I’m not welcome there anymore. It’s not my home anymore. This is my home.”

“You are welcome there,” he breathed sadly.

“You didn’t hear what I did.” The soldier was sure he felt his heart break as her eyes watered. “I almost killed you. You’re still hurt, so’s Nat and Pietro. And Tony-- Tony doesn’t want me there. I understand that. I won’t go back home, James, and you can’t ask me to. You have to go back but I can't."

At any other time, the use of his first name from someone so close would have made him flinch. "He didn't mean it," Bucky pleaded as he reached a hand to cradle her face, his thumb stroking her cheek as his fingers tangled in her hair. "I promise you doll, he didn't mean it."

"How can you know?" The broken whisper echoed in the silent morning.

"Tony--" Bucky stopped himself with a sigh. "He doesn't always say what he means or means what he says. He… for all his faults, he does care about the team. And you're a part of that. When he saw you were gone, he… he hated himself, love."

"That doesn't make it any better, Buck--"

"And I personally beat his ass for having the audacity to make you feel like this."

The crack of a smile across her face was a good sign; she was beginning to get it.

"Doll, you…" He flipped back down, onto his back beside her. His fingers searched for hers and linked his pinkie to hers.

"Yes, Buck?"

"You keep telling me that I have to go home, but it's not home without you there. It's not home without your smiles, your laughs. I can't be at home if you're not there. You're my home, Y/N."

The pair sat in silence for a while, side by side staring at the ceiling, before the quiet whisper of "Okay" passed her lips.

Bucky immediately rolled himself over, holding himself above Y/N. "You'll come back?"

"Only," she started defensively, "If Tony apologizes. Then yes, I'll mmph!"

She was cut off by Bucky's lips and she could feel him smile against her.

The truth was, she would go if he asked again. She would go anywhere he asked. He was her home, as she was his.

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[alexiskk]

Unwilling Truth

Word Count: idk pretty long🥲

Parring: lokixf!reader(platonic)

Warnings:mentions of torture, hostages, drugging, injuries, etc but always sfw!

Summary: After being injected with truth serum after a hostage situation y/n finds herself accidentally revealing some of her biggest secrets to the God of Mischief himself, and of course he’s willing to exploit any secret of hers if it means it will cheer her up.

my first ficccccc eeeeee. I have had this idea in my head for ages and im so glad I finally wrote it. hope you enjoy!💚

I did barrow one idea in particular from the lovely @writingfics-passingtime , I hope you don’t mind I am such a fan of your work and couldn’t help myself from including the “self preservation instinct” idea!

Also if the spacing is weird i am so sorry i barely know how tumblr works haha. enjoy💖

“Tony I need a medic team on the south side of the building two minutes ago!”

“Im working on it”

“NOW!”

The screams back and forth between Tony and Steve felt like a distance conversation from where you sat. Scenes as Steve paced in front of you were blurred as you attempted to keep your self upright in the cold metallic chair you were placed in. Pain at this point had dissipated from your body except for a lingering twinge in your wrists and ankles where you had been pulling at for the past hour. Although hostage was a not a term you wanted to get used to, this definitely wasn’t your first rodeo.

As one the younger members of the team, you we’re usually the one who had to get your hands dirty on missions. Fake hostage situations, talking intel out of someone, the more annoying or frustrating a mission was, the more your team volunteered you to do it, but hey, no one said being an Avenger was luxury. On this day however there was no tricks about the situation at hand-someone screwed up and within the first hour of your stakeout a day prior to now, you felt a rag forced into your mouth and boom, you were out like a light. Waking up sore in a small werehouse with shitty heating surrounded by a HYDRA strike team waiting for you to wake told you two things

Peter was not just playing a prank on you

It is way to cold to still be in New York

With a heat wave in the city a sinking feeling in your stomach appeared in a hurry as you contemplating how you would do in a fight without any limbs if u chewed them off just for a chance to get out of this room. But, even to your surprise, you didn’t give them anything of value. Hydras methods for torture while not the most splendid seemed to never be able to outwit your best and seemingly also worst quality-stubborness. No one quite like you would be able to leave their captors so confused and annoyed with their victim as you, frustrating them left and right with information that would always lead to a dead end. Although their methods brutal, with what you like to call “shock therapy on crack” or random injections of what you guessed was insulin KOing you more times than you wish to remember, your facade never broke to let them in. For as tough as you we’re and as much fun you were having messing with them, you could definitely feel the physical and emotional toll it was taking on you in around the 4th hour of this, and whike you were beyond thankful your team found you, it was now hour 9 of this endeavor, and you weren’t sure how much longer your could hold onto that consciousness of yours. Even as your eyes met Steve,who was now frantically attempted to undo the heavy chain locks around your wrists, you felt yourself slowly slipping.

“y/n you need to stay with the living come on”

Steve felt your cheek with his hand as he practically attempted to pry a fluttering eye open in hopes of keeping you awake until the medic team came. Your skin felt like ice which terrified him but he made sure it didn’t show in his reaction.

“hmmmhm doin my bestt”

your eyes remained closed as you mumbled your first words to him since he found you tied up here. You did your best trying to reassure him that you definitely weren’t gonna pass out anytime soon but your weren’t too convincing and even after these words left your mouth your lips began to tingle and you saw some weird black dots whe-

“uh oh”

klump

the words slurred out as your body slumped over. The last image you remembered was a worried Roger’s right before you vision suddenly went dark.

Your hearing was the first to return to you, as a loud continuous beeping from a nearby machine woke you from a deep sleep as you made your first futile attempts to open your eyes against the harsh white light the medbay so graciously supplied. After finding success with your vision, you shifted your head to its side to be met with the site of Dr. Banner nervously typing away at his computer. You looked down at the cot you were lying in, their seemed to be a surplus of blankets and you smiled at the thought of Bruce grabbing them because he knew you hated being cold. He was engulfed in the data in front of him, not even noticing you shifting as you woke.

“Don’t tell me it’s terminal doc I’ve got so much to live for.”

You smiled as your raspy voice seemed to spook Bruce who probably wouldn’t have ever noticed you were awake if you hadn’t said something. He smiled and came to check your vitals and shut off the beeping, making sure everything was in place.

“Sadly it’s treatable, which is a bummer I was so excited to have a way to finally get rid of you”

You smirked. Even after a traumatic last couple of days for everyone, humor was one thing you could always count on when it came to the team.

“No but y/n there is someth-”

Bruce was interrupted but the sound of the door opening.

“Ah so hypernation season is over I see”

“Says you Popsicle”

Steve smirks as he walks over next to your cot to scoop you up into his big arms and hug you.

“don’t you ever scare me like that that again kid”

“hmmm no promises”

You whispered back as Steve squeezed your shoulder making you squirm out of his arms and back into your cozy bed.

“How are you doing really?” Steve asked sighing as he smiled and stared at your weakened state

You stared off with a smirk and spoke plainly .

“I feel like shit, I have a terrible migraine, and yesterday was the most terrifying day of my life”

You furrowed your brow at the word vomit that just came out of your mouth so quickly, you almost questioned if you just simply said it in your head, but the confused and concerned looks from Steve and Bruce confirmed that it was most definitely aloud.

Being an Avenger meant that every thought you had makes 10 cycles through your brain before being said out loud, even to the people you trust because after that much time working as a spy, you just become conditioned to it. Saying the right thing at the right time was crucial to not jeopardize a situation you find yourself in in your line of work. Besides your training, admitting anything to anyone was not your strong suit, overall making this entire interaction just as a strange as possible. Bruce suddenly spoke up,

“Di-Did you mean to say that?” he asked almost quizzically, like he was trying to connect the puzzle pieces. With a confused look on your face and the sideways shaking of your head Bruce suddenly rushed back over to his computer.

“What is it?” You say up from your bed and tried to peer over at what Bruce was looking at, but was unable to make out any of the data. Banner than ran over to your vitals and rechecked to make sure you were still ok.

“Can you answer a couple of questions for me?”

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Please I promise this is more important”

You finally agree shaking your head and crossing your arms, frustrated that things were being withheld from you.

“What’s your name?”

You look at Bruce with an attitude.

“Really? What, do you think I have a concussion?”

“Answer me”

Bruce now seemed more scared than concerned so you obliged

“Y/N”

“Age”

“Y/A”

“Favorite Food”

“ Pepper’s Homemade Chili”

“Location of Project Penthouse”

Like it was programmed into your brain, an address was recited from your lips with zero hesitation only for you to cover your mouth with your hand a second later and produce widest eyes you think were possible.

Why the hell did I just say that?

Steve too sat their with mouth agape at the information you so easily forked over, while Bruce on the other hand simply went back to typing as he said under his breath, “ So that’s what you do”

“Bruce please tell me what the hell is wrong with me”

He sighed and turned his chair to face you.

“ It appears that Hydra was injecting a substance into you that contained a very specific chemical compound, one that is still in its very early stages of development” He rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses and sighed. You gulped as the awkward silence filled the air.

“Please just tell us what it is get it over with” Steve broke the tension luckily.

“It’s a inhibitor being introduced into interrogation situations” Bruce sighs in an attempt to sugarcoat it.

“In english please”

“It’s probably the closest thing we will ever get to a truth serum”

Of course it is

You too now brought your hands to your face to massage your eyes and temples. Out of everyone on your team for you to be the one injected with truth serum has got to be some of the most ironic situations you could imagine. The secrets you had could not only ruin you, but had the opportunity to take down your team altogether.

“Then how come I didn’t tell them anything?” you questioned, still wanting this all to just be some weird dream.

“Like I said this compound is not fully figured out yet. I believe they accidentally used a variant of it which had some sort of delay effect, which is why it’s affecting you now.”

“Is there any danger besides psychologically?”

“No I’ve done a great deal of research on the compound, we even have in house samples of this one, you should be fine but the-”

“Ok so how long is it going to take to wear off?” you interrupted.

Bruce sighed and showed you your vitals through a fancy chart on his computer.

“That’s what I was trying to say, uhm…we need to actually continue to inject it into you”

“Im sorry?” You looked at him like he had just told 8 yr old you Santa wasn’t real.

“If we don’t it’s going to kill you.” Bruce paused and then points to spiking lines in his chart. “The compound is extremely addictive meaning your body latches onto it and pretty much shuts down if it doesn’t get more of it immediately following the first dose. With about 4 doses in your system right now, if we cut you off completely, there’s a high chance your body won’t ever properly recover.”

You shut your eyes and processed the whole situation. Thinking it all through you finally realized

“Wait but I can sti-”

“No im sorry y/n, no more missions or even going outside the tower until your done with injections. We just can’t risk it” Steve finally spoke up after processing the entire situation himself. “I’ll go let the rest of the team know” He gave you a saddened look of guilt and then left to go notify the others.

You huddled and turned to face the wall your bed was up against the side of, pouting at the situation you found yourself in. Just because you now couldn’t tell anyone outside the tower secrets you held doesn’t mean you wouldn’t slip up and tell someone inside it. And to think the things that Lok-

“Ah so she does live”

Speak of the devil

“No honestly I thought I was going to have to care about you for a moment it was quite worrisome”

Without the desire or motivation to respond, the only action you preformed was the raising of your hand to flip off Loki who stood behind you.

“Is it bad to say that I liked you better when you were asleep?”

You finally gave in with a smirk. Loki and you always had a unexplainably solid relationship. The sarcasm and sass definitely played it’s part in your cohesive nature, but there was something deeper that tied you two together in an unbreakable relationship.

“Don’t worry, I liked me better then too”

Loki gave you a confused look as the words left your mouth but Banner interrupted his stares by handing him a note while he addressed you.

“You can go back to training starting tomorrow if you so wish, but no leaving this tower. We will do injections every morning at 8 for a week, Loki will be keeping an eye on you to make sure this drug doesn’t affect you it any way it shouldn’t.”

Loki who was now smiling at the note he was handed looked back up at you, like he now knew something you didn’t.

“Do I really need a babysitter? And did you really have to make it him?” You rolled your eyes and was pissed because if you knew anyone who would catch peter trying to swing you out of a window, it was Loki.

“Oh come on now y/n, I’ve always wanted to get to know you better” Loki gave you a sly, smile, making you nervous for the first time in your entire time since waking up. Bruce confirmed this to be the only solution for the time being only for you to sigh and cover your face with a pillow. This was gonna be a long week.

It was day four of your week long truth streak and so far you didn’t have too many complaints. Loki attended to his books for a good portion of the days, always keeping you within earshot, but never purposely bugging you. You did however run into a few issues that didn’t involve him. Accidentally blurting out that you didn’t like Scotts lasagna in front of everyone when asked what you thought of it as well as spoiling an episode of one of Wanda’s favorite old tv shows we’re definitely the low points of the week so far but hey, could have been worst.

Today however you found yourself already craving field work once again. It was where you thrived and to be without it was causing you more anxiety that you wished to admit. With almost everyone out on missions or projects you spent an abnormally long amount of time in the gym this morning im attempts to shake this tightness you felt, but even your workout couldn’t help relive the stress you felt over not being able to help your team. You showered and found a spot on the living room floor to make one last attempt to get out of your own head.

“What do you think your doing?”

You jumped and turned to see Loki hidden behind a book in the corner of the couch. You uncrossed your legs from your 2 second attempt at meditation as you crawled over to sit on the floor near him.

“I can’t get out of my own head. It’s not even been five days and I already cannot stand being stuck here” You said with a furrowed brow, still not adjusted to your compelled honestly with others.

Loki put down his book and stared off squinting as if he was thinking of the perfect answer to your issue.

“What does it feel like?” He said completely ignoring what you just previous said

“Huh?”

“When you tell the truth, it seems like it catches you off guard”

You paused unaware how you would explain the feeling.

“It’s like holding in a sneeze or a hiccup, the long I wait the worse it’s gonna get. It almost feels good, I guess im not very honest in general” You sighed, starting to accept the whole thing all togeter.

Loki smirked at your transparency as it was new for him as well. Your friendship was based off wit and sarcasm which was seemingly impossible for you now. But regardless, Loki noticed something off about you. The lack of engagement in the field was most definitely keeping you down, but it pained him to see you not even enjoy the day to day things you usually bothered him to no end about with your upbeat attitude. Working in the lab, training, even game night yesterday your attitude was completely arwy and he was on a mission to help you return to your normal self.

“You really want to get back in the field?”

You looked at him confused and then shifted into a smile, Loki even as your babysitter always had something up his sleeve.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I don’t know how much longer I can watch you mope around the tower all pathetic like, so really im doing myself a favor”

You smacked his leg that lay off the couch. He smiled, something about this honest version of you got his gears turning, but he held up his helpful facade.

“How”

“It’s really quite simple I canno-“

“Get to the point”

Loki sighed

“We practice.”

You were perplexed at what he was even proposing at first, but as you sat there the idea began to fully sink in.

Loki wants to help you but having you practice fighting a truth serum by asking you deeply personal questions that no one knows the answers to except you? Well what could go wrong!?

Your heartbeat quicken at the thought

“How do we know it will even help? Ya know, to practice.”

“If you really wanted to get back out there it wouldn’t matter”

Loki picked his book back up and smirked from the safety of behind the pages. He figured it was worth a shot exploiting this opportunity of honesty from you but knowing you as a friend, he figured there was no way in hel-

“Ok let’s do it”

The book was dropped from Lokis hands as he sat up in an unusually quick reaction. He stared at you for what felt like minutes, studying you to make sure this wasn’t some prank you playing on him but no, you were for real. He saw the hope in your eyes at this grasping at straws situation, and he knew there was no way he was turning this one down.

“Alright then…” Loki stared at the ceiling as he racked his brain for some intel he could attempt at hoisting out of you.

“How many safe houses does SHIELD have?”

“13-” You cut yourself off with a hitch in your breath followed by a quick hand up to cover your mouth as you swallowed the last number you were about to plainly blurt out.

“Take your attention off the answer and focus on the question”

“What does that even mean”

“Just stop thinking.” Loki sighed. “Give them a answer they can’t use against you.”

You sighed as Loki thought up some more grueling questions.

“What happened at Project Geronimo?”

You went to say something but shut your mouth before any words could escape. You told a deep breath and tighten your jaw as you plainly blurted out

“Stuff”

Loki held back a laugh as you sighed from the relief of an honest yet controlled answer.

“Now that sounds like you, now again”

You chuckled back at Loki as the two of you continued to practice your lying, starting to increase that hope you’ve been given, but something was still holding you back from fully enjoying this moment. Despite this whole truth serum fiasco, you still hadn’t recovered from the emotional trauma of what happened. Usually after a mission like that the team has time to connect and regroup, but this time around you felt like you still had an open wound from what happened, and Loki couldn’t help but take notice too. As the questions went on, so it seeemed did the silliness is Lokis attempt to cheer you up.

“Where is Bucky Barnes?”

“Somewhere!”

“Who is The Elder One?”

“Someone!”

“Who ate Nat’s last brownie?”

“Me!” you opened your eyes that had been closed for concentration and sputtered out a giggle at the obseritity of his question, but he ignored you as he continued to plow through questions

“Who’s your favorite in the tower?”

“Lohoki!”

“What’s your biggest fear?”

“Needles!” You blurted out unable to control your words any longer.

“What is your biggest weakness?”

“Im stubborn! oh that and well im pretty ticklish”

Your eyes shot opened and widened at the afterthought that just escaped your mouth. Loki’s head turned to you as you stared at the carpet you were laying on in hopes that he didn’t hear a word but you knew that was too good to be true. Out of everyone in the tower Peter was the only one to know of your deadly secret because a particular web shooter malfunction but you told him you would kill him if he told anyone, and he believed you. But now you sit here, with the God of Mischief practically salavating at the fact that you revealed your biggest weakness to him personally.

“Oh are you now?”

You swallowed deep as you were pulled from your thoughts by his words and darted your eyes over to your only exit being a hallway that eventually lead to your bedroom. A tight feeling in your chest and stomach began to form as you felt your body attempting to force the answers to Loki’s tease out of you. A simple whimper slipped out instead making you blush as you knew how desperate you looked. Loki on the other hand was now staring you down, his eyes feeling like lasers drilling into you as the smile on his face grew and grew. You finally gathered the courage to speak.

“Sooo there’s no way your gonna believe me if I tell you that was just a really great lie right?” You gave him a side eye, with very little hope that he was going to just dropped the situation.

“Uhhhh nope”

“Good to know”

In a blur you sprung to your feet and made a break for the hallway, but before you took even your second step, you feet were swept out from underneath you by Loki’s leg that hung off of the couch.You landed with your face against the carpet and as you attempt to scramble back to your feet you felt a weight on your back that pushed you back down.

Oh shit

“You really thought you were gonna get away that easy hm?” Loki laughed at the futile attempt.

“No but anythiinghg is behetter than thisis” you fumbled through your giggly words as you squirmed against the god that sat on your back, simply watching in delight as he tormented you without laying a single finger on you.

“Anything really? Gods I can’t believe I didn’t ask about this sooner.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear as he placed a hand around your side. “ It sure does seem to be a weakness” As his words trailed off he left you with a single squeeze to your side, eliciting some bubbly giggles to escape you.

What you were now finding out is that this serum not only made your thoughts and words portray themselves honestly, but also your feelings. Normally during a training session you would never let a cut or bruise distract you, but since the serum, you have had much difficulty masking anything you felt, and it was no different to with Loki’s torment. He found a few more sensitive spots along your sides that erupted you beneath him, unable to hide anything from the trickster, making this situation for you only a million times worse. Loki pleased to see this side of you, began to plot something devious. He lifted his hands off of you to let you calm down as he spoke.

“You know this is actually quite perfect.”

“What do you mean?”

“What better motivation for training than this?” As he finished speaking he wrapped his hands around your rib cage and allow for his fingers to find the gaps in between almost everyone rib. Then all at once he squeezed continuously, sending shockwaves throughout your entire stomach and to your surprise screams and spurts of giggles exploded out of you.

“NonoNOHO LOKI NO WAHAHAy!”

“See! If your able to handle this then Roger’s has to let you back in the field” He dragged his nails along your shoulder blades constantly getting a bit to close to underneath your arms which was beginning to drive you to madness. You did your best to muffle the embarrassing squealish laughing coming from you but you soon realized the carpet below was not great for absorbing sound. You couldn’t see but you had no doubt Loki wore a cheeky grin as he broke you apart.

“Buhuut LOki I cahant hanDLE IT STOHOHOP!”

He had finally wiggled his fingers in between your armpit and your arm that was doing it’s best to keep him from exploiting this sensitive spot of yours but it was too late his fingers were now sandwiched as he squeezed sending you into a squirmish frenzy.

“LOHOAHKI FOHOR REEHEAL NOHOHT FUNNY!”

“Oh you must be mistaken, this is the most fun i’ve had all week.” He weaseled his fingers out from the deadly spot. “Now what else have you been hiding from me hmm?” You stayed silent in knowing that if you opened your mouth you wouldn’t be sure if you would be able to ever close it. Loki sighed

“Ah I guess we will just have to do this the hard way”

“Wait loki what do yo-“

Before you could finish your thought you suddenly felt Loki’s weight shift off of you and you knew this was your only chance. You began to lift your self off the floor but as you got to your knees you felt a large pair of hands once again wrap around your waist and begin rapidly squeezing. Caught so of guard you practically screamed and began wheezing as the ticklish sensations, rendering you helpless. With your body practically limp Loki flipped you over and place you back in the same position prior yet this time your back against the carpet. Loki then released your waist only to then grasp your arms place then underneath you, and then return to his seat right along your waist.

this was so much fucking worse

Now you’d entire stomach was exposed and with your arms trapped underneath you there was no way of concealing your embarrassing reactions to the entire ordeal. Not only that but you could now see his face, meaning every taunt and tease was 10x more flustering. Best friend or not, Loki had this way about him, one that consistently had you flustered wether you cared to admit it or not.

“Now where are you most ticklish y/n?”

You felt your heart come to a full stop. He has got to be kidding. You went to laugh at him but as your mouth opened you found yourself milliseconds away from just admitting the answer right away . Loki watched patiently as you slammed your mouth shut with fastened breath and wide eyes. He was having far to much fun with this.

“You would like to know.” you replied finally getting yourself under control.

“And you would like to tell me”

Loki began to approach your bare stomach with his hands as you met his menacing glare with puppy dog eyes. You were cursing yourself for picking today of all days to wear a sports bra for your lounge wear. When Loki finally made contact with your skin a tingling sensation im your body began. Not enough to make you laugh but definitely enough to confuse you at how it was happening as Lokis hands remained still. But with the intensity increasing those familiar giggles began building up in your throat and it was taking everything in your to hold them back.

“Your last chance for mercy is fleeting young agent would you like to surrender now?”

“give me your wororst asshole” You smirked at him, in some way still having a hand in the fight on the bickering side of things made you feel better, but what you didn’t realize is that it was also about to make the rest of this situation a whole lot worse.

“Ah, ya know, I think you were right about one thing y/n,” He began to flip himself around so that his back was now facing you, you tried to sit up to see exactly what he was planning.

“stubbornness is your biggest weakness”

Suddenly Loki began rapidly squeezing up and down your thighs with malice in his actions. Your legs jolted from the shock and then began thrashing as the sensation was too much for you to handle. A few screams became silent laughter as he found a particularly sensitive spot near the back of your knee.

“Don’t tell me your that ticklish here” His sarcastic tone was followed by scribbles in this newly exploited spot. You sherieked at his attention to this newfound sensitivity.

“No wonder you lie so much you simply can’t handle this”

“STOHOP TAHAHLKING” You did everything you our power to get his hands away from your knee but your weaken state was no match for him.

“Now why on Earth would you wish me to do that”

“I CAHAHANT FUCKING HANEHEDLE YOUR TEHEASING”

Almost immediately Loki halted his hands from their torment and turned back around to face you, as you had now become a shade of red you didn’t think it was possible for a person to be. with your hands still stuck underneath you, you did your best to conceal your embarrassment but there was no point, Loki had already seen everything he needed to.

“Well then, I highly doubt you’ll seem to mind this then” He lifted his hands to make a wiggling motion right above where your side met your back. You shut your eyes in hope to ignore the tease but it was no use as involuntary giggles slipped out regardless, only growing in volume when his hands finally made contact.

“Who knew tough little y/n could be so easily undone with just a few tickles?” Loki pressed on still betting on his taunts to coax more information out of you. He knew what he was doing and more importantly he knew it was working on you. You sat there just accepting the torment for the next few minute or so, weakened more and more with each flutter of Lokis fingers.

“Im no stopping till I get an answer darling, we could be here all day”

So distracted buy his torment you almost completely forgot this was all about your stubbornness to not answer his question which honestly was quite typically of you. But now Loki was again attacking your rib cage, this time with much for vigor then before. It was almost unbearable.

“KNOHOCK IEHET OHOFF!”

“Tell me!” He said with a slight giggle of his own as his hand increased their speed.

“MY HIHIPS! NOHOW STHAHAP”

Loki, now with a statisfised answer removed his hands and allowed you to catch your breath beneath him. As much fun it was for him to watch you laugh and squirm underneath him from his torture, what truly brought a smile to his face was the cheerful relaxed nature you held while regaining your strength. It was the first time he saw you genuinely smile in what felt like months and he felt happy that he could be apart of this moment for you. Once recovered you stared up at him with fear of his wanting to exploit his newfound information but to your surprise he swung his leg around to get off of you and lay down next to you on the carpet. After a minute or two in silence he finally spoke.

“Hm let’s make sure Hydra doesn’t ever find out about this little weakness of yours, or else the entirety of SHEILD is going to be taken down because you’ve got ticklish hips.” He poked you in the side whilst laying next to you, causing you to jump.

“Shut up” You thumped the back of his head” “I cannot believe you just did that” You turned your head away from him as the embarrassment of the situation was now all catching up with you whilst you rubbed your ribs in an attempt to get the tickly feeling to dissipate.

“What, your going to sit here and tell me you didn’t enjoy that” Loki smirked still amused with himself.

“No I did but-“

You once again cut yourself off as you whispered a swear underneath your breath only to then burrying your face into the carpet hoping that that would somehow erase what you just said. But, it was simply the truth coming forward and Loki could tell.

“Oh im sorry, would you mind repeating that dear?”

“Shut the fuck up Loki”

“Ooo feisty,” He smirked. “hm guess I’ll have to find out myself”

Loki lurched over at you and wrapped his hands around your hipbones. As soon as his fingers dipped into the hollow spot where your hips met your waist you were already gone. Your head was thrown back but your body went limp under the Loki’s torturous touch that sent what felt like a vibrating electrical current through your body. Your laughter went silent within seconds as Loki sped up and slowed down squeezes on your hips, driving you into what felt like a ticklish coma. Finally he released you only for you to curl up in a ball, still giggling from the torment you just endured.

“Are you going to tell me the truth or are we going to do this all night?”

You finally composed yourself after a minute or two of trying to contain some arwy giggles. You took a deep breath and looked up at the celing as you spoke honestly

“I thihink it helps me”

“Helps you with what?”

“Anxiety relief, stress, whatever is fogging my mind. When Im laughing and with the people I trust i-it seems to take everything I was worrying about and put it into perspective.” color returned to your cheeks once again. “I think that’s why I torment everyone, Im rea-reallly just looking ffor attention. Loki could tell this was a new thing for you to share and that it was difficult for you to process, but he could also see the relief it was bringing you to finally tell someone.

“You do realize I will never turn down an offer to do this right?”

You sighed at his comment and Loki was taken aback by that response.

“That’s the issue, I can’t ask for it”

“Why not?”

You looked up and pondered the core of that question.

“One that’s like weird, I don’t know” You gave it a deeper thought and it came to you

“I can’t control my self preservation instinct. If I have the opportunity to escape it, I will.”

Loki finally understood the entire picture. He looked over at you as you held a defeated look on your face which he could not bear to whiteness.

“Come here”

Loki held his arms open as he sat up on the floor with his back against the couch.

Loki wants to give you a hug? Huh there really is a first for everything

Trying to remain unphased by the rarity of the site, you took him up on the embrace, allowing yourself to be embraced by him. You felt protected and an odd sense of care from the God that you hadn’t seen before but you weren’t complaining about it.

“Don’t ever feel weird when you need something. Im always going to be there for you,whether your honest with me or not” He smiled and finally released you from his embrace.

“Don’t be getting all mopey on me now, that’s Thor’s job” you smiled and so did he, seeming as though you were beginning to feel like yourself again. Truth serum or not you now knew two things

Never wear a sports bra outside of training in case of surprise attacks.

Loki was one you could trust to look out for you, even if that meant he had to tickle the shit out of you to do it.

[starshipsofstarlord]

💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺

Infant Issues

bucky barnes x reader / masterlist

warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂

“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.

She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.

“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.

“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.

The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“

“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.

“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.

“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.

This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.

“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms. 

“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.

"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.

"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.

He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”

“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”

“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."

"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.

"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.

"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."

"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.

"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.

"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.

"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.

As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.

"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.

"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.

In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.

"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."

"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.

"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.

Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."

"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”

"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”

He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.

"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.

"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"

"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."

"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the

"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"

"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"

Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-

The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.

“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”

“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.

“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.

Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.

“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”

“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”

“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”

“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”

“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”

“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.

“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”

Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.

“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.

“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”

“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”

“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,

“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”

“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.

“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”

A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.

“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”

“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.

“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”

“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”

“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.

“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...

“I, am Noobmaster69.”

“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.

“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.

“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.

[purebarnes]

‘infinity war cast play: family feud

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➢ following along the family feud that the cast of the avengers played during infinity war

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ➢ 1.8k

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀꜱ ➢ fluff, sweet/jealous seb, funny marvel moments in general

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ➢ wanted to start this idea but never got to write it, hope it gets love since it was fun to write and i just enjoyed it in general

every time you and the cast would wrap up a movie was great because it meant you guys would have interviews and press tours to attend. for you, the games and trivia games were the ones you all really enjoyed because it just would be chaotic.

still it would a great time, you got along with everyone so no drama would surround you guys which was a good thing when you work with other actors. when you first started working with marvel, you hit it off with mackie at first, during captain america: the winter soldier.

your publicist makes sure you had time to move things around so that you could make it the live event with the rest of the cast.

you and sebastian were together but didn’t live with each other since you two were still waiting for the right time to move in together. anthony would tease you guys, saying you’re both married but not being committed. all jokes aside, you two did love each other but time would take it’s course and you would be happy soon enough.

when you arrived surrounding to the Los Angeles press junket, you met a few co-stars back stage. obviously you saw all the girls—with you adored. when you saw your boyfriend, you ran sneakily behind him before scaring him slightly. he jumped back from his seat where he was talking to anthony and letitia about something.

anthony looked up seeing your face, “you finally showed up. he was getting worried.” he chuckled before getting up to hug you while you hugged back letting go to see letitia and greet her as well. you turned to sebastian seeing that he was wearing something remotely similar to your outfit.

he wore a black and white stripped jacket which you wore one like that but it was a tad different with a matching skirt. he eyes you up and down seeing what you were wearing this time, letitia gawked at the couple matching even if it was accidentally. “you guys look so cute.” she squealed rapidly pointing at both of them as they both chuckled.

anthony hummed, “huh. what’s up with matchy matchy?” he questioned them as sebastian shrugged honestly not getting how they would of done that. the man obviously thought she looked gorgeous in that skirt and jacket so it didn’t bother him at all. “i think you look beautiful.” he admired you as you blushed and buried your head in his crock of his neck while thanking him.

anthony rolled his eyes until the russo brothers came telling everyone that it was time to start the family feud game and start the live broadcast. you walked towards everyone, where the russo brothers went to place you all in teams: blue vs purple.

anthony and joe did anything to keep mackie and seb from the opposite teams to not create that much chaos or to create it which didn’t matter. you went on the blue team with chris, scarlett, letitia, anthony and bautista. then the red team consisting with benedict, zoe, mark, chris hemsworth, pom and sebastian.

you greeted your team waiting for them to start as you made small talk with anthony and dave as you were in the middle of both of them. once the russo’s started—it was all chaotic from that point. “why don’t the blue team introduce themselves.” joe spoke looking at the blue team.

everyone from the team would get and when it got you mackie, he just was being a fool but so hilarious whenever he spoke. “i’m anthony mackie, i’m a libra.” bringing up his sign for anyone. “I’m y/n y/l/n.” you would smile when it would get to you.

the other team would do the same, then making the russo’s to explain how the game would work and all the rules. once you all got the hang of it, chris and zoe ended up being the first ones to make it and compete against each other. “which infinity war character would put on the best concert?”

zoe getting it first because pratt was slow, said his character which she got right being the first one on the answer board. benedict would repeat zoe’s answer not understanding the concept of family feud as the whole blue team would tease him on that. “good answer!” anthony laughed making you look up and chuckle as he defended himself.

“i’m english! whoa, stop.” joe explained it the english man and he looked relieved after he got the idea, getting the right answer again. when it got to sebastian he said dr. strange and got it correct then getting close to three strikes when it was at zoe.

the russo’s giving out clues and hints didn’t make the blue team wasn’t pleased because it was too easy for them. “what! you cheatin, you think steve harvey would give a hint?” chris would yell out to joe then you would agree with him. them all laughing at chris getting annoyed but not in a serious manner.

you would see that they would go and talk and you stopped them as they weren’t exactly playing the right way. “wait? you guys can’t confirm.” you spoke up pointing at zoe trying to talk to pom and the rest of her team. joe would confirm that, that would be true.

zoe trying to get another clue but the blue team interfering with her telling her no more clues. “okay, you know what. basta. i’m going to say rocket.” when her and benedict got them wrong it would be time for the blue team to steal.

chris would pull you guys together to confirm he answer but mackie kept repeating where their clue was—you would remind him that you thought that was the clue. “what? no, that’s their clue! who producing this?” you would look over to see them talking about who to pick. “well if it’s a guardian... then who did we already say? we said drax, already said star lord, we said rocket. so groot?” you implied.

letitia nodded when chris still wasn’t sure if that was the answer looking at the camera trying to get an answer from the fans. “feed me the answer. mackie says it groot but i don’t trust mackie—yes, you do!” mackie would say.

“i say trust him—thank you!” you would say making anthony hugging you when sebastian would glare at him making him laugh out loud looking back at him. letting go and telling joe that, they picked groot for the answer. “do they say groot for the win?” joe asked making the board ding causing the blue team to cheer for the win that they just got.

the next question being who would they take to prom... as letitia would take your answer, you’d have to figure on out when make chose his answer. “as much as i don’t like him. and his great hair.. uh bucky.” anthony paused. obviously getting the right answer and it being number one. anthony would look at sebastian but he would shake his head getting flustered.

it was your turn and you couldn’t say anything because you honestly had no idea, “alright y/n, you are up.” you hummed trying to see if you could think of someone on the spot. “look around.” they would try to help you to get a answer, anthony looking at you grinning.

“come on. imma look away cause you’re thinkin about me.” he would say looking the other way dramatically making you laugh then patting his shoulder clicking your tongue. “okay, i’m going to say uh... the falcon, sam wilson?” anthony grinning at you tilting his head while showing his bicep.

sebastians head rapidly going up when she chose anthony, “boo!” he booed putting a thumbs down and blowing raspberries at her direction. everyone laughing at his jealousy as you frowned feeling bad, “i’m sorry!” you quietly said as joe kept moving on. “alright facebook did you say sam wilson?” he asked the board and it dinged making anthony cheer at his name on the list.

almost finishing the questions, it was between mackie and hemsworth picking who would win in a staring contest. going around the purple team, they all started to get all the answer right and it went to seb. he looked around stoping at you and just staring, “i’m going with y/c/n.” you shook your head then waiting to see the answer. “did you say y/c/n, the sorceress?” he got that right making them all cheer.

they all go in a line getting all the answers right when seb was up again, “don’t screw it up bucky like you always do.” anthony yelled out making him stare up at him intensely, “what did you say to me—you heard what i said.” they kept going back and forth with each other.

you kept trying to contain yourself from laughing as they were so childish between themselves. “i’m gonna go with the falcon.” sebastian said staring at him continuously. when it came on the screen, you put your head down in disbelief.

the next round was you and sebastian and when you didn’t go up because you didn’t know it was your turn, joe told you to go up. you looked at him and walked to him. you put your hands in your pockets, seeing seb waiting for you. “oh oh. this is about to become intense, girlfriend vs boyfriend.” joe teased when you smiled and put you hand over seb’s.

you pulled away getting ready to answer your question and you probably knew it would work out because you hated being pressured. anthony russo looked at both of you and mentioned how you guys were matching, “you guys are matching, just noticed that—isn’t it cute!” letitia yelled but getting shushed by you.

“okay, which infinity war character takes the longest to get ready in the morning?” when he announced it you did your best to press the button by sebastian had quicker reflexes then you. you groaned watching him chuckle, “i swear my button is broken.” you complained but it was all jokes because you just lost.

“i think it works—mmh, no it’s broken. hurry say your answer.” you rolled your eyes wanting to hurry and leave, “downey. tony stark.” when the answer popped up you rolled your eyes, swatting your hand away. seb went over to hug you as you sighed but hugged him back anyway.

the ending was horrible because the opposite team won making you annoyed... you ended up having a good time with your friends. you walked passed all of them to use the bathroom and you went to open the door, you were tackled by some hands making you squeal.

you turned around to see sebastian and you sighed then when you composed yourself, you hit his shoulder. “don’t do that. i was about to hurt you.” he chuckled lowering his hands to your waist and pulling you close. “i missed you.” he mumbled kissing the side of your cheek. “we have to hurry for the press, then you can miss me even more.”

[justaloserwhowrites]

Hopeful Part 7

A/N: I will be posting the last part later tonight. It's gonna be a long one. Enjoy!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Stark!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: death, grief, disappearance (side note: these warnings are for the series as a whole)

Tony had figured it out and went to the team to propose a plan to save the people they couldn't 5 years ago. It took days of planning, and they weren't quite sure they could pull it off. Doesn't mean they weren't gonna try. While everyone was having some difficulty getting their stones, Tony had particularly screwed the pooch hard on this one, as he once told Peter. So, as a result, he and Steve traveled to Camp Lehigh in 1970. They were trying to just get what they needed and get out. One thing that wasn't accounted for in all his planning: seeing his dad.

"The door's this way, pal." Howard yells down the hall to Tony. This lead to Tony bumbling around trying to keep his cover. He hadn't seen his father in so many years that he didn't even know how to in front of him. He walked along with him making small talk.

"So, flowers and saurkraut. Got some big date night?" Tony inquires.

"Oh no. My wife is pregnant," Howard hesitates for a second, "and I've been spending too much time at the office."

"How far along is she?" Tony digs again.

"Uhh. I don't know," he holds his hand about half a foot from his own stomach, giggling a little. "She's at the point where she can't stand my chewing so we eat in seperate rooms. How about you? Do you have any kids?"

"Yeah. Two daughters." Tony smiles.

"I wish I had a daughter. Less of chance she'd end up just like me."

"You know there's nothing wrong with that. I thought my dad was the worst because we were so similar. Then, I had my oldest and she turned out just like me. I was horrified when I saw myself in her, but seeing her it made me like myself more and be kinder to myself. She brought out the best in me." Tony advises.

"Wow. I never thought of it that way," Howard comments as the two men exit the elevator. "Can I ask you something? Were you nervous?"

"Wildly."

"How'd you do it? Did you know how to handle everything? Did you feel qualified?"

"I puzzled together as I went along. I thought of my dad and what he did."

"My father never found a problem he couldn't solve with a belt."

"I always my dad was rough on me, but I only remember the good stuff now. He taught me the most important lesson in life."

"What's that?"

"No amount of money could ever buy a second of time."

"Sounds like a smart man."

"And he knew it." Tony looks at Steve pointing to the case.

"You know this isn't even here yet, but there's nothing that I wouldn't do for him. It was good to meet you, Potts." Howard's comments.

"Howard, everything's gonna be alright." Tony hands back the items he held for Howard. "Thank you for everything," Tony whispers giving him an awkward hug before disappearing.

Once they came back, they knew Nat was gone. They still had to go through with it for her honor. They assembled a makeshift gauntlet for Bruce to use to undo the snap. Through the pain, Bruce manages to snap his fingers.

You opened to see you were standing right where you were a second ago, but this time things seemed to shift and change before your eyes.

"Pepper." You manage to get out. "Pepper! Dad! Hello!." Tony hears you from the other room. Immediately, he runs into the kitchen where you stood before him. Alive again.

"(Y/N)?" Tony gently asks.

"Dad!" You yell running towards him. You are caught into a sweet, but bonecrushing hug. "You've been missing your root touch-ups, haven't you?" You laugh as a single tear falls down your cheek.

"You've been back two seconds, and you're already busting my chops." He says, wiping away from the sole tear on your cheek.

Good things never seem to last long. At that moment, you heard a huge rumble coming the sky. Without thinking twice, Tony shouts, "Unlock and deploy 17-B."

Within seconds, you were covered in a head to toe armor just before the missiles hit the building. The building collapses in its entirety. When the dust settles, you open your eyes to see Tony had shielded your armored body with his own.

"What the hell was that?"

"Company." Tony answers.

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 9

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: cursing

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Third Person POV

The party is in full swing at the compound. Tony took out all the stops. Claimed it was to celebrate Natasha’s birthday, though her birthday wasn’t for another month. Most people didn’t mind since they loved to dress up and get shit-faced. 

Dot held onto Bucky’s hand as he walked around the large room. She was both nervous and excited for this party. She hoped that this was only the beginning for her and Bucky. She also hoped that this would finally get Bucky to make a move other than hugs and hand holding. 

She couldn’t understand why he was dragging his feet. You have been gone for a month and Bucky seems to have gotten over it, at least she thinks he has, but he still won’t even kiss her. What happened to this man that he lost his charm from the 40′s? It was driving her crazy, especially since she put in so much work to finally get him. She decided that tonight, she doesn’t care if she has to drug him, he will be hers.

The couple walks up to Steve, Tony, Sam, and Nat, who are all in conversation. “Hey guys, you remember Dot,” Bucky says to the group.

They all nod and give her a small smile, except Natasha. Dot was honestly terrified of the woman. First of all she was gorgeous, which annoyed Dot because she was used to being the most beautiful. But what scared her the most is when Bucky told her she was a previous spy. She has killed people, and she was really good at reading people. Dot couldn’t help but wonder if Nat had caught on to what she did to you.

“Jamie, can you come dance with me?” Dot asked. 

Bucky looked at her and saw her giving puppy dog eyes. He had to fight everything in him to not roll his own eyes. He cleared his throat, “Uh, sure Doll. Steve, Nat, why don’t you join us?” Bucky asked with pleading eyes.

Nat did roll hers but grabbed Steve’s hand and walked out to the floor. The music changed to a slow ballad and Dot wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck. “I saw a video that people dance like this now. Especially when they are dating,” she says.

Bucky furrows his brows, “Uh, I haven’t asked you out yet,” he said.

He heard Nat clear her throat and stuttered, “Though I will soon, Doll. I just needed some time.”

Dot scoffed, “Come on Bucky. It’s been like a month, I think it’s time for you to move on. She is gone, and honestly good riddance. She wasn’t very good for you, ya know. She was way too jealous and couldn’t handle that your past with me. It was honestly pathetic,” she said.

Bucky tensed at Dot’s words, ready to ream into her when there was a loud explosion the caused everyone on the dance floor to fall to the ground. Bucky sat up when the dust settled and looked around. He saw several soldiers standing, armed. In front of them were 2 people, John Walker and... you armed with guns and 2 swords attached to your back (your specialty).

You look around the room filled with frightened people and scoff, “What’s the matter? Never saw anyone crash a party before?” you shout to the crowd.

Natasha stepped up, “Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you with Walker?” she asked.

You looked at Nat with a smirk, “Well, after the man I loved cheated on me with his blast from the past, I decided that there might have been a reason. I looked back on my life and found that no good deed truly goes unpunished. So fuck good deeds!” you shout.

You look at Bucky you is staring at you in disbelief, “Hello Buck. I would ask if you missed me, but I saw you dancing with your slut and figured, nah,” you sneered.

“Y/N, please. Let’s talk this through. Whatever you thought happened did-”

“Do you honestly think I will believe a fucking word you say Barnes? I’ll answer that, nope! But don’t worry. I have a new man now. One that appreciates me completely and doesn’t screw around with ex’s. You’ve met John, right?” you ask pointing to John behind you.

John walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. Bucky tenses, wanting to pull John away from you. You however ignore your him and look around the room until you see her. Cowering on the floor. You walk slowly over and squat in front of her, enjoying her shaking in front of you, “Hello Dolores,” you say.

Before she can respond to get away, you grab her by the hair and pull her out in front of everyone. 

“Oh Dot, isn’t this what you wanted? Everyone to know who you are and who fuck? That’s right people, this woman here,” you say pointing to Dot, “fucked this man here, while he was dating me,” you said laughing.

“I-I...I didn’t. I swear... I didn’t” Dot said shaking.

You glared at her, “Oh Dotty, come on, Doll. We both know what I heard,” you said.

Natasha stepped up again, “Y/N, what the hell are you doing! We had a plan! Why are you doing this?” she yelled frustrated.

You looked from her to Bucky, who looked distraught.

“Eh, I didn’t want to wait for your plan. So I came up with my own plan. Which reminds me, Johnny... where is that book?” you ask sweetly to John.

John gulps and walks up to you to hand you a book. You show the team who’s eyes widen. You look directly at Bucky, “Oh baby, I was wondering if the Winter Soldier would like to play,” you say shaking the red book with the black star.

Bucky froze in fear. His heart is completely broken. You, his love, the woman he would kill for, is wanting to turn him into the monster. 

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Chapter 8 / Chapter 10

Oh man. Things are going to get exciting! And yes in this case John Walker is just a bad guy, never tried to be Cap or anything for the sake of this story, but everyone still hates him. Feedback is appreciated.

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[may-fanfic]

mamabear!nat mamabear!nat mamabear!nat to wanda pls skfkskfksmkf like set with like the wanda x reader of your last fic????

Falling Hard pt 2. 

summary: after months of training, your mom, Natasha is sure that you’re prepared for the next mission coming up despite the fear she has, Wanda is there for you when things go downhill. 

warnings: fighting, protective! nat

rating: mainly fluff with a hint of angst, mentions of abusive parents

word count:  1,634

a/n: i didn’t get to add mamabear! nat towards wanda but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 💕

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growing up, Natasha had always been in your life. she took on the role of being your guardian before you'd even learned how to talk. you didn't know anything about your birth parents and from the stories, Natasha told you, you were happy that you didn't know them. when nat took you in you were a very undernourished baby and from that day, she vowed to protect you always.

despite how grown-up you felt, Natasha still saw you like the same baby that had been beaten and bruised, and no matter how many times you reassured her that you were very capable of taking care of yourself, she had always been adamant that she needed to look after you.

you had been frustrated as your hands relentlessly pounded against the punching bag, feeling yourself grow tired but you were determined to prove yourself, you wanted to be good enough. it was a soft hand that made your punches come to a halt, letting out a soft breath as you let your aching arms hang by your sides. you met her soft, warm gaze feeling yourself grow at ease now that she was there. "you should take a break." she offered a smile, her hand coming up to caress at your head softly noticing the way cap had been breathing heavily from holding the bag for you. he looked relieved when you nodded, letting wanda guide you to the benches.

she could tell that you were fatigued and drained, wondering what she could do to make your life a little easier. she figured she was doing her best when you leaned into her, your head resting softly against her shoulder, and whispered out that you were glad she was there. your fingers found hers, toying with them gently as your gaze snapped to them. "hello sunshine." her voice boomed through the training room causing your eyes to find your mom's, noticing how cheerful she seemed. you perked up moving your head from the witch's shoulder, your fingers still playing with Wanda's. "I got some good news for you, babes." and now all the tiredness melted away as you jumped up so you could properly greet Natasha.

Natasha knew she couldn't keep you away from danger forever so with that thought in mind, she announced to you that you'd finally tag along with the Avengers to their next mission and Tony even jokingly tapped both of your shoulders and whispered that you were now officially an Avenger as if he had been knighting you. you had been content, feeling like all the training and hard work would finally pay off.

your excitement seemed to wear off when you got to your room and instead you had been filled with dread. what if you weren’t as good as you thought? you let out an anxious breath, your mind had been taunting you relentlessly and you hated it. you wanted to go back to when you were just filled with joy because now your thoughts ate at you and you felt like your chest was tight, your breathing uneven.

a soft knock seemed to snap you out of it as you called for whoever it was to come in. your hands shook when your mom poked her head in, a wide smile on her face but then it came crumbling down when she noticed the expression on your face, letting herself in she took a step beside you at the foot of your bed. "what is it, hun?" her words came out so soft and gentle, you were afraid that if you spoke, it'd come out far too broken up so instead you shrugged, your gaze settling on your shaky hands.

Natasha hated that you seemed like you were in so much distress, she wished she could take away all your doubts. "talk to me." she pressed, a soft hand coming up to grab a hold of both of yours. "what if I screw up and someone gets hurt?" you uttered out your concerns causing a sad smile to form on the woman's lips. "whatever happens, I'll be there." she promised and it seemed to ease you, letting your shoulders drop as you leaned into her, letting her give you a tight side hug.

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the night before the mission, you spent it in Wanda's room, cuddling up to each other under her sheets. it was bliss and you almost forgot that the morning would be full of despair.  you nuzzled closer to the witch, breathing in her calming scent, your eyes were closed but they fluttered open when a soft kiss was brushed against your hairline. she had a different look in her eyes than usual and you wondered why she was looking at you the way she was.

"what?" you crocked out and the girl only shrugged, a smile tugged at her lips the longer she looked at you. "I just love you," she whispered sincerely as if it was the last time she'd ever tell you that. you felt your stomach drop, letting a soft sigh slip past your lips as you pushed yourself closer until your lips met hers gently. it had been soft and sweet but when wanda adjusted herself to lay on her back, you climbed onto her to straddle her waist and you knew at that moment the soft kiss would turn into something much more.

while your night had been unforgettable and filled with ecstasy, Nat's didn't go as carefree. she brought the rest of the Avengers in for a late-night meeting. they had been tired and she knew they needed sleep but Natasha needed to make things clear with the team. 

"y/n's life will be at stake, we don't have room for mistakes." she uttered out firmly when Tony uttered out that they needed to rest and they already knew what to do for the mission, they have already gone over it for what felt like a million of times before. they were more than prepared and deep down Natasha knew it but she needed to be sure.

"We won't let anything happen to y/n, nat. we'll make sure she's safe." Steve promised, rising from his chair and tapping Natasha's shoulder lightly. "get some sleep, Natasha." and then she had been alone in the room, biting lightly at her fingernails. the fear ate at her but she knew all she could do was pray that you'd be okay, she didn’t get much sleep that night.

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it was so quiet as you sat on the jet, looking out of the window. wanda was sat next to you, her hands intertwined with yours. she knew you'd be okay, she watched you train for hours for something like this but that didn't stop the nerves she felt knowing that you'd be in the middle of a war zone. you squeezed her hand lightly when the jet landed, your heart pounded and Wanda knew it. she used her free hand to gently cup your cheek, giving it a gentle push so instead of the window, you were looking at her.

her expression had been soft as she gazed lovingly at you, biting the inside of her cheek. "we should watch that sitcom when we get back." you whispered, and just like that, you could see the girl relax, smiling at your words. "we will." she nodded, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

before you could leave the jet, Natasha was quick to catch up to you, her hands settling on your shoulders as she gave them a quick yet firm squeeze. "you sure you're ready?" she questioned, smiling lightly at the determination in your eyes when you nodded, reaching up to wrap her into a tight hug. "see you in a minute." you uttered out the same way she'd always whisper to you just before she'd leave for a mission and with that you let her go and turned, leaving the jet quickly. Natasha was more than proud but that didn't stop the tears that built up in the corner of her eyes when you left.

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for the most part, the mission was going smoothly, you were kicking ass and felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you had everything under control. that was until you had been stormed and you could hardly make out where the enemies were even coming from anymore. your body ached as you swung, kicked, and did everything you could to keep your head above water managing to get some space between you and the monsters. 

"someone needs to get to y/n, she's been compromised." a voice spoke into your ear and you felt disappointed in yourself but you were relieved because you were scared that you wouldn't make it out and now help was definitely on the way and you'd finally be able to breathe again.

Natasha immediately felt her body tease up as she fought off her own threat before running through the field to find you and when she did, she felt a wave of fear wash over her because she still had a long way to go and she knew there'd be no way she'd make it in time but she still ran with anything she had in her and just as she was less than a yard away, Wanda flew down right in front of you, guarding you against the dangers that looked you in the eyes.

she watched as wanda eliminated everything that stood in your way with just a quick wave of her hands before she turned and engulfed you in a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. the red force field was glowing around the both of you, you had been safe and Natasha could finally relax because now she knew that whether or not she was there, Wanda would always come to your rescue.  

[mandowh0re]

The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Summary: The team finds out about you and Loki.

A/N: So I literally took the entire episode of The One Where Everybody Finds Out from Friends and rewrote it for the Avengers. This may have been done before with either Loki or another character, and I've definitely seen it done with other Friends episodes. This is super long because I literally used every line of dialogue in every scene (except for Ross attempting to win the apartment) and then added or changed them enough to fit the characters. Some of this may be OOC but it was the best I could do with the situation they're all in. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Implied smut

Word Count: 6274

Tony as Ross, Natasha as Rachel and Phoebe, Wanda as Rachel and Phoebe, Peter as Phoebe, Loki as Chandler, reader as Monica, and Thor as Joey.

Happy Reading!

“Oh, hey you guys, look! They’re installing the new training grounds outside!”

There’s collective sounds of acknowledgement from the team as they all get up from their spots, walking over to where Wanda stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows. You can feel Loki standing a bit too close to your back, but luckily everyone is too distracted to notice.

“I’d say from the looks of it, Tony went all out.” Natasha states, looking at all the new fancy equipment that was being unloaded and installed.

“Ironically, it was actually Steve who went all out. I just paid for it.”

“Awh, I’ll miss sweating my tits off in that tiny gym.” Natasha says. You snicker.

“That’s repulsive.” Loki rolls his eyes and returns to his place on the couch.

Tony glares at Nat, “Hey, it’s not my fault that the AC is always broken.”

“Aren’t you a mechanic?” Bucky asks.

“Not an HVAC mechanic. There’s a big difference, tough guy.”

“I am excited for this new space! I will be able to call upon the lightning in training!” Thor booms.

“Yes, and kill everyone on the field.” Loki replies nonchalantly, never looking up from his book.

Thor rolls his eyes and everyone returns to their former spots. You sit back in your spot next to Loki, sitting criss cross on the couch and discreetly touching your knee to high thigh.

It’s the small touches you sneak when you think nobody is looking, that make your heart skip just a beat faster.

***

“Oh my gods, I love this setup! It's got something for everyone!” Tony is absolutely giddy with excitement, walking around the newly installed equipment that had been set up outside, “Isn’t it perfect? I never realized how little we were working with before!”

“Well that is because we really only ever trained by fighting hand to hand.” Natasha replies, inspecting part of the obstacle course.

Tony nods, putting his hands in his pockets. He watches as Peter easily climbs a wall that’s part of the course Nat is looking at.

“It’s amazing!” Wanda chirps, “Steve really outdid himself this time.”

“Speaking of Steve, he was supposed to meet us out here like ten minutes ago. I’m gonna go find him.” Tony says, pulling his phone out to try and get a hold of his boyfriend.

As the billionaire disappears into the compound, Nat walks up to Wanda.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to sweat my tits off out here.” She says, the comment matching the one she made a few days ago.

Wanda lets out a quiet cackle, watching as Nat walks towards some machinery across the yard that caught her eye.

Wanda walks towards the teenager and looks around, excited to have so much more to practice and train her magic with. While Loki was more than glad to train with her using his own magic, she always had to hold back with almost everyone else.

She watches as Peter jumps and climbs his way through the course, looking like he’s having the time of his life, when she sees a separate movement out of the corner of her eye. She looks up to see you and Loki standing in a window, facing each other and talking.

“Oh look! There’s Y/N and Loki. Hey!” She waves up at them, but they don’t see her.

Peter’s attention is now caught and he stops in his tracks, looking up at the same window.

“Hey!” Peter calls, waving his own hands.

Suddenly, you and Loki are stripping each other of clothes, and Peter makes a squaking sound, covering his eyes.

“Ah! Oh!” Wanda shouts, her eyes blowing wide as she sees the events unfold. She uses her magic to pull Peter back to her so she can shield his innocent eyes, “Ahh!”

“What?” Nat asks, jogging back up to the pair.

Wanda points to the window that harbored the offending scene, with the hand that isn’t currently shielding Peter’s eyes.

“Y/N and Loki! Y/N and Loki!”

Nat looks up to see what the other two are flipping out about, only to see Loki shove you up against the window, completely bare.

“Oh my god!” Nat’s voice goes up an octave.

“Oh!”

“Oh my god!”

“Y/N and Loki!” Wanda screams.

“Oh my god!”

“My eyes! My eyes!” Peter screams. Wanda turns them both away from the building.

“Peter! Wanda!” Nat steps in front of them, hands out to try and calm them.

“Oh!” Wanda yells again, screwing here eyes shut.

“Okay! It’s okay! It’s okay!” Nat tries to placate them.

Peter removes Wanda’s hand from his face, “No! They’re doing it!” He yells, turning to point at you and Loki before Nat quickly grabs his arm and turns him back to her.

“I know! I know! I know!”

“You know?” Peter yells back.

“You know?” Wanda echoes him.

“Yes! I know, and Thor knows, but Tony doesn’t know so you have to stop screaming!”

Out of nowhere, Tony walks up to the small group, “Hey, what’s going on?”

The three of them scream in surprise, Peter throwing his hands in the air and jumping, screaming the loudest.

“Hi! Hi!”

Concern etches itself on Tony’s face, “What? What?” He steps towards his kid, arms reaching out and eyes scanning for any injuries.

“Hi! Nothing!” Peter yells, jumping around Tony to make him look away from the compound. He really didn’t need to see his daughter being fucked against a window by the one person on the team he trusts least, “Oh, gods, we’re just so excited about all the new equipment!” Peter claps his hands.

Tony smiles, now realizing it’s all just Peter having a hyperactive episode, “Yeah, actually it looks really good-” He says as he turns back to look at everything, but is cut off when Wanda yells and copies Peter’s movements to pull Tony’s gaze back away from the building.

“It looks amazing!” She screams, clapping and jumping up and down next to Peter.

Nat steps around Tony too so he doesn’t have a reason to turn back around.

“Get in here! Come on!” Peter yells, motioning for his father figure to join their happy dance.

Tony smiles before letting out a happy squeal and jumping into the little group dance, all of them jumping and screaming, aside from Natasha who was smirking and biting her lip to keep from laughing.

***

“You mean whenever Y/N and Loki were like, you know, doing laundry. Or going grocery shopping, or- Oh!” Wanda gasps, “All that time Y/N spent on the phone with Margo back in her hometown?”

They sit on Wanda’s bed, coffee in hand. Peter was leaned against her headboard playing Among Us on his phone, sound blocking headphones in. He was traumatized from what he saw earlier in the day, and he didn’t feel like seeing or talking to anyone, so the girls let him hang with them while they gossiped.

Nat nods, “Uh huh. Doing it, doing it, phone doing it.”

Wanda gasps again, “Oh, I can’t believe it! I mean I think it’s great!” There’s a pause, “For him. She might be able to do better.”

There’s a knock at the door before it opens slightly to reveal Thor. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms.

“Hello, what are you all up to?”

“Thor! Come here!” Nat says, jumping up and pulling him into the room, closing the door behind him.

Thor moves to sit on the desk chair, which looks like a doll chair compared to him, “What?”

“Wanda and Peter just found out about Loki and Y/N.”

Thor’s brows furrow and his eyes get wide, “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?” His eyes narrow at the ex-assassin.

Nat rolls her eyes, “No, no Thor. They know. We were outside checking out the new training grounds and we saw them doing it through the window. Actually we saw them doing it up against the window.”

Wanda joins in, “Okay, so now they know you know,” She points to Thor, “And they don’t know that Nat knows?”

The god looks like he’s thinking hard for a moment before he speaks, “... Yes. But, you know what? It doesn’t matter who knows what. Now, enough of us know, that we could just tell them we know!” He says excitedly, “Then all the lying and secrets will finally be over!”

Nat nods, and Wanda gets a smirk on her face.

“Or, we could not tell them we know, and have a little fun of our own!” The witch giggles.

“Wait, well what do you mean?” Nat asks, turning back to face Wanda.

“Well every time that they say they’re like, doing laundry, we’ll just give them a bunch of laundry to do!”

Nat’s mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding, “Ohh,” She claps silently, “I would enjoy that.”

Thor looks horrified, “Oh no no no. No wait wait. You know what would be even more fun? Telling them.”

Nat looks at him, but she’s already hyped up, “Nah, I wanna do Wanda’s thing.”

“I can’t take anymore-”

“Oh you don’t have to do anything. Just don’t tell them that we know!” Wanda snaps.

“No! I can’t take any more secrets!” Thor whines, running a hand down his face, “I’ve got your secrets, I’ve got their secrets, I’ve got secrets of my own, you know.”

“You don’t have any secrets.” Nat narrows her eyes.

“Oh yeah? You don’t know about Squish, my stuffed octopus.” Thor throes back before his eyes go wide.

It’s silent between all of them for a few seconds before Wanda clears her throat, “So, um,” She veers the conversation back to the situation at hand, turning back to Nat, “How are we gonna mess with them?”

Thor groans and leans back in the chair.

“Well, you could use your position, you know, as the best friend. And then I would use, you know, the strongest tool at my disposal. My sexuality.”

There’s another knock at the door.

“Come in!” Wanda calls.

The door opens to reveal Loki. Peter blushes furiously when he looks up to see the other god, and looks back to down, gluing his eyes on his phone.

“Hello, children.”

Everyone in the room replies with hellos.

“Y/N cannot find her journal. Have any of you heathens seen it?”

There’s a string of denials, nobody having seen the black leather journal you tend to carry around.

Nat turns to Wanda and winks, noticing Peter is now looking at her, and stands up to head towards Loki.

“Uh, hello?” Loki says, watching Nat approach him.

“Hey,” She says, finally stepping in front of him, “Oh wow, that jacket looks great on you.”

Loki quirks a brow and glances down at his clothing, then back to Nat, “Um, thanks?”

“Yeah, the material looks so soft,” She says as she strokes his arm, “Oh hello muscles,” She purrs, squeezing his bicep, “Have you been working out?”

Loki looks incredibly puzzled, “Yes, but need I remind you I am also a god.”

Suddenly Nat is giggling. Since when-

“Are you ill?”

She finishes giggling and looks in his eyes, “Well, if you really want to know,” She looks down at her hands, “Um- Oh I can’t tell you this.”

Loki shifts his weight onto the other foot, glancing at the other three behind her, then focusing back on her.

“While I do not enjoy discussing emotions, I can tolerate you more than most humans. If you would like to discuss something on your mind, I would not object.”

“Well actually, you’re the one person I can’t tell this to, and the one person I want to the most.”

“What the Norns is going on?” He asks, growing increasingly disturbed by this interaction.

“I think it’s just, you know, that I haven’t been with someone in so long and, you know how sometimes you’re looking for something and you just don’t even see that it’s right there in front of you dressed in a black suit…”

Loki glances down at himself again and his brows fly up for a split second as he looks back up to Nat.

“Oh no, have I said too much?” She coos, placing a hand on her chest, “Well, it’s just something to think about. I know I will.” She giggles again and walks over to where she set her mug down, bending at the waist and making an ‘oop’ sound, picking it up and then walks out of the room and past Loki, shooting him a wink.

Loki raises a brow at Thor, who has his face in his hands. Wanda is biting her lip to stop from bursting into a fit of laughter, and Peter’s cheeks are dusted pink with his eyes wide in shock.

***

“You are so cute. How did you get to be so cute?” You ask, looking down at Loki. He’s sprawled on his bed with his arm around you, tracing his fingers along your spine.

“I am not cute. I am a god. Handsome or pretty will do.”

You giggle in response, “Okay now you’re even cuter.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him.

“You know, that seems to be a popular opinion today, I must say.”

“What?”

“Well, the weirdest thing happened earlier today. I think… I believe Natasha was coming onto me.”

You chuckle, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m telling you, I think Natasha thinks I’m alluring.”

You look up at the wall and quirk a brow, then look back at him, “It’s not possible.”

“Ow?” Loki says, lifting his hands in a motion akin to ‘what the hel’.

You chuckle, “I’m sorry, it’s just… I mean Nat just thinks of you in a charming, sexless kind of way.”

“Oh well you know I… I can’t hear that enough.”

“I’m sorry, I just think you misunderstood her.”

Loki sits up, “No, I did not misunderstand. Humans are simple creatures-”

You narrow your eyes.

“Except for you, my darling,” He tries to placate, “But she was all over me. She touched my bicep for crying out loud.”

You grab his arm, and smirk, “This bicep?”

“Well it’s not flexed right now.”

You snort and fall back onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

***

You walk out of the elevator into the common room, headed to the kitchenette for some water.

“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing right now? You wanna come see a movie with us?” Nat asks, flipping through her magazine.

You stutter in your movements, hoping nobody noticed, and continue getting your water, “Uh, you know what, I was actually gonna do some laundry.”

You were out on a jog when Loki had texted you a long paragraph about what he wanted to do to you when you got back. Needless to say, you cut your jog short, turned around, and came straight back. When you turned back around to face your friends, you glanced at Loki, who was sitting on the loveseat with a book in hand. The fucker had the audacity to smirk.

Nat and Wanda look at each other, sharing a knowing look.

“Loki, you wanna do it with me?”

He closes his book and sets it down next to him, standing off of the couch, “Sure, I’ll do it with you.”

Nat smirks and stands, “Okay great! Hold on a sec.” She says before running out of the room. She returns a few minutes later with a large hamper full of laundry, “Ugh, here you go,” She sets it down behind the couch, “You don’t mind do you? That would really help me out a lot. Thanks!”

“Uh…” You look at her, not really sure how to respond.

“Oh! I have some too!” Wanda says.

You finally come out of your stupor, “Wait! Why am I doing everyone’s laundry? Do your own!”

Wanda makes a pouty face, “Because you love us and we asked nicely?”

You look at her incredulously before rolling your eyes, “Fine.”

Nat looks at her watch, “Oh! Alright, honey, we’d better go if we wanna catch that movie.”

They grab their jackets and bags, saying goodbye as they leave.

“Bye, Loki! I miss you already.” Nat says as she passes him, pinching his butt before entering the elevator with Wanda.

Once the doors slide shut, Loki looks at you, “Okay, did you see that?” He says hysterically, “With the inappropriate and the pinching?”

You nod, “Actually I did.”

“Okay so now do you believe that she’s attracted to me?”

You blink a few times, pieces of the situation coming together. Suddenly, your heart drops to your stomach.

“Oh my gods!” You look at the elevator and step around the counter towards the common room where Loki stood, “Oh my gods, she knows about us!”

“You are serious??”

“Natasha knows and she’s just trying to freak us out!” You throw your hands in the air, water bottle still clutched, “That’s the only explanation for it!”

Loki leans his head forward and raises his brows, “Okay but what about my pinchable butt and my bulging biceps?” He throws out an arm and runs his opposite hand over the lean limb before recognition settles over his face, “She knows!”

***

The door to Thor’s room flies open, startling the god, and both you and Loki enter.

“Thor.” Loki snaps, walking up to him, you hot on his tail. It looks like he had been in the middle of a nap.

“Yeah?” He says, throwing Squish behind a pillow.

You roll your eyes and Loki runs a hand down his face.

“Natasha knows about us.” Loki says, motioning between you and him.

Thor looks at you before furrowing his brows, “Well I didn’t tell them!”

“Them?” You hiss, “Who’s them?”

Thor looks guilty as he looks between the two of you, “Uhh, Natasha… And Thor.”

“Thor…” You warn.

“... And Wanda and Peter.”

You and Loki look at each other in annoyment.

Thor stands from his bed, “I would have told you, but they made me promise not to tell!”

“Odin’s beard!” Loki bites.

“I’m sorry!” Thor apologizes, and he does look sorry, “But hey! It’s over now, right? Cause you can tell them you know they know, and I can go back to knowing absolutely nothing!”

An idea pops into your mind, “Unless-”

“No, not ‘unless’! Look, this must end now!”

You ignore Thor’s small outburst, “Oh man, they think they are so slick messing with us! But see they don’t know that we know that they know. So…”

Thor looks confused as all hell by now, but realization dawns on Loki, “Ah, yes. The pranksters become the victims!”

Thor rolls his eyes, making an irritated noise, and flops back onto his bed.

***

Natasha, Wanda, and Peter are all hanging out in the common room playing Mario Kart when Natasha’s phone rings.

She pauses the game, putting the controller down and grabbing her phone, noticing the caller ID.

“It’s Loki!” She yelps, and suddenly she has both Peter’s and Wanda’s undivided attention.

They had filled Peter in on their plan, and he was more than happy to help prank you and Loki after what he had been inadvertently forced to see.

“Answer it!” Peter says, scooting closer.

“On speaker!” Wanda adds.

Natasha slides the green button and answers the call, putting it on speaker, “Hello, you.” She says in a sultry tone.

“Hello, Natasha. I have been thinking about you all day.” Loki’s voice fills the room.

Natasha almost chokes, and the other two snap their gaze to the phone, “Huh?”

“Well you know, that thing you said before. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

“Really?” She asks, completely caught off guard.

“Yes, listen, why don’t you come to my room tonight and I’ll let you feel my muscles. Or maybe more.”

Natasha’s mouth falls open, as do the others’, and she grasps for some sort of answer.

“I’ll have to get back to you on that. Okay bye.” She hits end and her hands fly to her hair.

“Oh my god!” Wanda squeaks.

“He wants you to go over and feel his muscles and more!” Peter adds.

“Are you kidding?” Natasha says, trying to wrap the situation around her head, “I cannot believe he would to that to-” She cuts off mid sentence as a thought forms in her head. She turns slowly to face Thor, who had been munching on a slice of pizza while watching the Mario Kart tournament, “Thor…” Natasha says, “Do they know that we know?”

He looks at her with a guilty expression, and it’s quiet for a second too long before he answers, “No…”

“Thor…” This time his name is spoken in a warning tone.

He nods slowly, “They know you know.”

Natasha makes a noise of frustration, “I knew it! Oh, I cannot believe those two!”

“They thought that they could mess with us? They’re trying to mess with us?” Wanda guffaws, “They don’t know that we know they know we know.”

Thor groans behind them.

“And Thor you can’t say anything!” Peter turns and tells him.

He throws his hands in the air, “Couldn’t if I wanted to!”

***

Wanda, Nat, and Peter had ended their video game and moved to the couch to talk amongst themselves. You and Loki are standing in the doorway.

“Look at them, they’re panicked!” You whisper.

“Oh, yes. They’re definitely going to crack.” Loki whispers back.

You nod, “Oh yeah.”

Nat turns to look over her shoulder at the two of you and then looks back at her partners in crime.

“Alright, alright, if he wants a date, he’s gonna get a date.” She says, tucking back a strand of hair, “Alright, I’m gonna go.” She adjusts her jacket.

“Good luck!” Peter whispers.

Wanda is giving a subtle thumbs up, “Be sexy.”

Nat rolls her eyes, “Please.” She stands and walks towards Loki with a sexy smirk, swaying her hips back and forth.

He sees her coming and he pushes you away, standing to his full height and pocketing his hands.

You and Nat exchange a fleeting look before her focus is back on Loki.

“So, Loki, I’d love to come by tonight.”

The god’s smug smirk falls for a moment, before he forces it back, “Really?”

“Oh absolutely, should we say around seven?”

Loki tilts his head up slightly, trying to keep his composure, “Yes.”

Nat nods, “Good. I’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.” She winks and walks back to her spot on the couch.

Loki gives you a desperate look and you hold your hands up, trying to calm him down.

***

The three troublemakers plus Thor are in Nat’s room. She’s wearing a black, form fitting dress that reaches her mid thigh, with knee high leather boots. Her red hair is straightened and the top layer of her hair is pulled back into a braid in the back of her head. Her makeup is mostly natural, with a subtle green tint on her lids. A modest amount of glitter dusted her cheekbones.

Wanda claps several times, “Showtime!”

“Okay, Peter, pick out a perfume. Over on my dresser. And Thor, can you go grab me a bottle of wine and some glasses?”

Thor huffs but does as he’s asked, leaving the room to fetch the items.

Peter walks up to her with a small bottle filled with purple liquid, “I like this one!”

Nat smiles at him, “One of my favorites,” She stretches her arms out and closes her eyes, “Hit me.”

Peter sprays a cloud of the scent in front of her, and she spins through it.

Thor returns a few minutes later with a bottle of sweet red and two crystal glasses.

~Meanwhile~

You straighten out Loki’s collar and smooth out his jacket.

“Alright, you’ll be great. You just make her think that you want to have sex with her, it’ll totally freak her out.” You spray breath freshener into his mouth and he recoils, not expecting the intrusive taste.

“Okay listen, how far am I going to have to go with her?”

“Relax! She’s gonna give in way before you do!”

“How do you know??” He asks, and he briefly asks himself how he even got caught up in this mess.

“Because you’re on my team, and my team always wins.”

He scrunches his face at you, “At this?” He makes a general motion with his hands.

You roll your eyes, “Just go get some!” You grab his face and give him a quick kiss before smacking his butt, “Go!”

You run to his bathroom and hide inside, listening to the events in the room unfold.

~

Peter, Wanda, and Natasha are all outside of Loki’s room.

Wanda hands the wine and glasses to Natasha, “Okay, Nat. Now we’re gonna try to listen from right here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh wait!” Wanda reaches out and unzips the zipper on Nat’s chest, letting her breasts spill out a little more.

“Oh, good idea!” Peter says.

“Oh, hang on,” Wanda goes to try and pull it down a little more but Nat steps back.

“Don’t give away the farm!”

Wanda’s hands snap back to herself, and her and Peter hide against the wall as Nat knocks on the door.

It immediately opens, and Loki is there waiting.

“Natasha.”

“Loki.”

“Come on in.” He purrs.

“I was going to.” Nat giggles, and slides past him through the door. He follows her in and closes the door behind him. As soon as it shuts, Wanda and Peter shuffle to the door and press their ears to it.

Nat holds up the bottle in her hand, “I brought some wine. Would you like some?”

“Of course.”

Silence settles over the two as Nat sets the items on Loki’s heavy wooden dresser.

“So, here we are,” She says, pouring a glass of wine, “Nervous?”

“Me? Never. You?”

Her answer is immediate, “No. I want this to happen.” She hands him a glass.

“So do I.” He takes it.

They clink glasses and both down the alcohol like it’s water and they’d been stranded without any for days.

When they finish, they set the glasses down and Loki takes a step back, “I’m going to put on some music.”

He cuts on a song that Nat doesn’t believe she’s heard before. It’s definitely a classical song.

“Maybe I’ll dance for you.” Nat licks her lips, and starts to sway and move her body. She hopes the alcohol kicks in soon.

Loki raises a brow as she gets closer to him. He swallows harshly when she bumps her hips against him.

“You look ravishing.” He chokes out.

“Thanks,” She’s still moving herself to the music, “You know, when you say things like that, it makes me want to rip that… Suit right off.”

“Well, why don’t we move this to the bed.”

“Really?” Nat stops her dancing, the statement coming out of left field.

“Oh! Do you not want to?” Loki asks.

“No, no. I just, you know, first I want to take off all of my clothes and have you rub lotion on me.”

Loki can feel his heart sinking because he can tell that the woman isn’t going down without a fight. And for once, he doesn’t want a fight.

“Well, that would be nice.” He says instead, “I’ll go get the lotion.” He makes a bee line for his bathroom.

He opens the door and slams it behind him.

“This is getting completely out of hand. Alright? She wants me to put lotion on her!” He hisses quietly.

“She’s bluffing!” You hiss back.

Loki throws his hands up, exasperated, “Look, she’s not backing down. She did this!” He copies the hip bump that Nat had done to him earlier.

~

“He is not backing down. He went to get lotion.” Nat says.

She had gone and opened the door to talk to Wanda and Peter when Loki disappeared into the bathroom.

Wanda and Peter look at each other and Wanda wrings her hands.

Thor walks down the hallway and sees them gathered at the door.

“Oh man, aren’t you guys finished yet?” He whines, crossing his arms.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Thor, look, just look at it this way: The sooner Natasha breaks Loki, the sooner this is all over and out in the open.”

Thor’s eyes light up, “Oh, I like that,” He looks at Nat and an idea comes to him, “Oh! Show your breasts. He’s afraid of looking at anyone else’s but Y/N’s.” He reaches out and pulls on the zipper in a quick motion, causing Natasha’s boobs to nearly fall out of the dress.

The girls gasp and Peter covers his eyes.

“Wow, you didn’t break it.” Nat says, inspecting the zipper and adjusting her breasts.

“Not my first time.” Thor says, cheekily.

~

“You go back out there,” You say, grabbing a bottle of lotion off the shelf, “And you seduce her ‘til she cracks!”

“Okay, give me a moment.” He takes the bottle from you and looks around the small space, “Did you reorganize in here?”

You shrug and push him out of the bathroom.

He stumbles slightly from the force and sees Nat closing the bedroom door.

“Oh, you’re leaving?”

She turns and looks at him, pushing her chest out, “Uh, not without you, lover.” She walks towards him, making sure to show her chest off as she sways her body, “So… These are my boobs.”

Loki glances down at them before locking his eyes on Nat’s.

“They’re very nice.”

They look at each other, exchanging forced sexual glances.

“Well, come here.” He tells her, “I’m very happy we will be having sex.”

Natasha chuckles nervously, “You should be. I’m very bendy.” She steps closer, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Not if I kiss you first.”

She takes a last step forward and grabs one of his hips. He touches one of hers, then switches hands to touch the other. His heart is beating in his throat.

Natasha reaches out and grabs his other hip, jerking him forward. He tries to place a hand on her breast but can’t make himself go through with it, so he settles for her shoulder, and Nat makes a choked sound.

“Well I suppose there’s nothing left for us to do but kiss.”

Nat nods, “Here it comes. Our first kiss.”

Loki quickly glances at the door that you’re hiding behind before looking back to Nat. They’re faces get closer and closer, both desperately hoping that the other will break before their lips connect.

But neither does.

It’s awkward and barely a kiss, but after about two seconds, Loki rips himself away and pushes Nat away from him.

“Alright alright alright. Okay, you win! You win!” He yells, hands up in surrender.

“Hah!”

“I cannot have sex with you.”

“And why not?” Nat pushes.

“Because I’m in love with Y/N.” He admits, running a hand through his hair.

Nat’s heart stops and she can barely string words together, “You’re- You’re what?”

The bathroom door opens and you step out, at the same time the bedroom door swings open to reveal Wanda, Peter, and Thor.

“I love her. That’s right! I love her. I love her!” He repeats himself, pointing to you.

You feel butterflies grow in your belly and warmth blooms in your chest. You don’t care that you just lost this little game. Loki just proclaimed his love for you to a whole group of people. That’s not something he likes; letting others know his feelings.

You walk over to him, sporting a smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. He takes a step towards you and places his hands on your waist, looking into your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You let out a wet chuckle, “I love you too, Loki.”

He dips down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling your body flush to his.

“I just… I thought you guys were doing it. I didn’t know you were in love!” Nat exclaims.

You turn and smile at your friend, hugging your boyfriend close. Loki chuckles and hugs you back.

“Awh, guys.” Peter says, a large smile on his face as well.

Loki smiles at the boy then looks to Nat, “And hats off to Natasha. Quite the competitor.” He reaches a hand out and the two shake hands, “And may I say your breasts are still out.”

“God.” She mumbles and quickly zips the dress back up.

“All right!” Thor booms, his face filled with joy, “So that’s it! It’s over! Everybody knows!”

“Yeah, well actually, not everybody,” You reply, “And we’d appreciate it if nobody told dad.”

Thor’s face falls and Peter grabs his arm to try and placate him.

***

Tony is watching Peter mess around on the obstacle course.

Peter lands at the end with a backflip and turns to make sure Tony is watching.

The older man holds a thumbs up, “You’re doing great, buddy!”

Movement catches his eye and he looks up to the window of your room. It takes his brain one too many seconds to realize what he’s seeing because he doesn’t want to believe it.

“No… No!” He yells, standing and taking a few steps forward.

Peter turns to look at what Tony is flipping out over and his blood runs cold, “Shit.” He whispers.

“Get off of my daughter!” Tony screams before he takes off towards the entrance to the compound and Peter takes off after him.

Tony runs down the hallway screaming.

“Loki! Loki!” He reaches your room and tries to open it, but it’s locked. He bangs on it several times, “Loki! I saw what you were doing through the window! I saw what you were doing to my daughter, now get out here!”

You and Loki jump up and quickly fix yourselves.

“Well, listen, we had a good run. What was it? Four? Five months? I mean, that’s more than most humans have in a lifetime, so goodbye, take care, goodbye then.” Loki finishes his ramblings with a chaste kiss to your lips before walking to your balcony.

You quickly catch his wrist, “What are you doing?”

“Oh I’m going on the lam.”

You roll your eyes and pull him back towards you, “Come on, Loki, come on. I can handle my dad.”

You drag him with you and open the door to reveal Tony, who is as red as Thor’s cape.

“Hey dad, what’s up?”

He looks at you and then Loki, and storms into the room towards him.

Loki takes several steps back and you run to place yourself between them.

“Dad!” You place your hands on his chest.

“What the hell are you doing!” He yells.

Suddenly almost the entire team is running up to your bedroom door where Peter was already waiting.

“Hey, what’s-what’s going on?” Natasha interjects.

“Well I think… I think… Stark knows about Y/N and I.”

“Brother,” Thor makes a throat cut motion, “He is right there.”

Loki rolls his eyes.

“You are an semi-immortal god that wiped out half of Manhattan and causes trouble everywhere he goes, and this is my daughter. Loki and my daughter, I-I cannot believe this!”

“Look Stark, we are not just fooling around. I love her. Alright? I’m in love with her.”

Tony takes a few breaths and moves his gaze to you.

You step forward and grab his hand, “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way… I’m sorry but it’s true, I love him too.” You reach your other arm back to pull Loki into your side.

He looks at you with unsure eyes, then looks up at Loki and back to you. Then out of nowhere, his demeanor completely changes.

“Loki and my daughter! I cannot believe this!” He says with a more happy tone, bringing them both into a hug, surprise etching Loki’s face. He pulls away and looks at everyone in the doorway, “You guys probably wanna get some hugs in too, huh? Big news!” He says the last part with jazz hands.

Everyone on the team who wasn’t aware files in for hugs and congrats, but the other four stay in the doorway.

Peter smiles, “Awh, no we’re okay, we’ve actually known for a while.”

The smile on Tony’s face vanishes.

“What? What? You guys knew?” He stalks closer and Peter jumps behind Natasha, “You all knew and you didn’t tell me?” His voice became raised again.

“W-Well, Tony, we were worried about you, okay? We didn’t know how you were gonna react.” Wanda explains.

Tony looks between the four of them before the weary smile appears again.

“You were worried about me?” He chuckles, “You didn’t know how I was gonna react?” He pulls all of them into a tight hug.

When he lets them go Thor speaks up, “Okay. What do you say we all, uh, clear out of here and let these two lovebirds get back down to business.”

Tony’s smile vanishes yet again and he turns to glare at the god.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m just talking here. He is the one sleeping with your daughter.” He points to Loki.

Peter facepalms and Nat drags Thor away, Peter following suit. Peter collects Tony and nods to you and Loki. Everyone files back out of the room and the door closes once more.

After everyone left, there were a few seconds of silence before the two of you burst into hysterical fits of laughter.

***

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Hey Ally idk if you are taking requests at the moment but if you are could you write something really fluffy with either Sebastian or Bucky! I am just not having a good time right now and would really appreciate anything you got! If you need a more specific idea i can come up with one just let me know and obviously no rush ♥️

Hiya hun! I hope this brightens your day/night and gets your spirits up💛 Sending all my love and good energy to you, happy reading!

💌.

Flowers and Nutella

Your body felt as if it were glued to the bed. The warm covers you’ve been wrapped in all night brought you comfort and served as a protection from the cold of the harsh world. Today had been one of those days. You know those days, the ones where you wake up and it seems like the world is out to ruin you. You didn’t want to get out of bed because it was like you were dreading of going through with the day.

The past week had been difficult. A failed mission; false leads that ended up being a mouse trap. You were put in charge of Peter, it had been one of the few Avengers mission he was allowed to come along on. You lot were supposed to collect data about an ex SHIELD agent selling alien weapons to different buyers, including Hydra members. The whole thing turned out to be a trapped, long story short, it ended up with Peter getting shot in the shoulder by one of the weapons. Thankfully, Banner and Dr.Cho knew how to patch it up so he was safe, back to the energetic bright eyed puppy he was.

The week had just been hard to get through completely. The affects of those events had finally taken its toll on you and decided to pile up on you during this gloomy morning. You didn’t plan on leaving your room. All you wanted was to watch things on Netflix, eat, and just stay in your safe haven. Your room.

You had been watching Gossip Girl once again when a knock was heard from your door. You didn’t feel like interacting with anyone so you didn’t answer it. A few minutes pass and the door slowly creeks.

Outside Bucky was dressed in gym shorts and a loose gray shirt. His hair was twisted up in a bun, something he had learned from you and grown to love. It was Saturday and the two of you usually had training sessions together in the morning. When you didn’t respond to your door he grew concerned. Usually you were up and going, bouncing on the balls of your feet as your pony tail swayed side to side.

His head peeks behind your door and the sight in front of him makes him furrow his brows. You were far from ready, barely even close. You were in bed, wrapped in your blankets, eyes heavy as you watched some show on your tv.

“(Y/n)? Doll?” He calls out to you, slowly entering your room. The atmosphere was heavy as he took in the darkness and chilling temperature in your room.

Your hair rustled against your pillow as you move your head to look at him. You squint at him as the light from the window poured into your room. Bucky had pulled open the curtains and turned up the thermostat in your room.

“Buck? Hey, what are you doing here?” You eye his attire and groan.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot we had training today.” You apologized squeezing your eyes shut. It was as if you couldn’t do anything right lately.

Bucky waved you off settling himself beside your legs on your bed. He nudges your thigh with his elbow, “No worries. But are you okay? You never forget our training days and you’re usually bouncing from wall to wall by now.” His soft voice fills your room flowing like honey. You feel a swell in your chest at how comforting his voice was.

“What’s going on, darling?” He looks at you, eyes full of concern as they plead you to tell him what’s wrong. You sigh and push your cheek against your pillow. One of your arms curling underneath the cushion while the other gripped to your blanket.

You shrug the shadow of a smile on your chapped lips, “I don’t know. Just don’t feel up for anything today. I just want to lay here and rest.”

Bucky sends you a comforting smile as his large hand comes to rub the small of your back, “It’s alright, sometimes we need breaks from the outside world.”

A small smile forms on your lips, though it didn’t bring that crinkle by your eyes, a sign that you were genuinely happy.

He looks around before his sparkling blue eyes come to land on you again. “D’ya need anything before I head to the gym?”

You hum shaking your head, “Nope, thank you though.”

Bucky nods and claps his hands against his thigh. Getting up and leans forwards to poke your nose, “Alright. Give me a call if you need anything, I’ll be here.” You let out a simple, “mmk” as he turns to leave your room.

The door shuts behind him as he presses his back onto it. Screw the gym, he thought to himself. You were clearly upset and there was a voice in his head telling him to go fix it. You probably didn’t want him prodding in on your rest day but he just wanted to see a smile on your face.

His long legs take him to the kitchen where Wanda, Nat, and Sam were. “Ladies.” He greets them, nodding his head. A silent look was sent to him by Nat, probably because she hadn’t had her coffee yet. Wanda sends him a smile as she uses her powers to cook multiple dishes for breakfast.

“Sam.” He greets his friend who responds to him with a grunt. Bucky shoves himself to a stool at the counter as he tries to come up of ways to cheer you up.

Wanda glances at him, “I don’t think she would enjoy a picnic outside, she likes to stay in her room when she wants a break.”

Bucky’s eyes move from the marbled counters to the back of Wanda’s auburn hair. “Well what do you think she would like right now? I walked in and and she just looked so out of it.”

Natasha sighed as he inhaled the rich smell of coffee, “Barnes just leave her alone, she’s had a rough week, let her get some rest.”

Bucky grumbled a frown on his face, “But she looked so sad, I can’t just leave her like that.”

The elevator dings as the doors slide open. All heads turn towards the hall as they see Peter come out from the elevator. His backpack was slung over his shoulder as greeted all of them with a boyish grin.

“Hey guys!” A round of “mornings” is heard amongst the group as Peter enters the kitchen. He looks over Wanda’s shoulder as his hand reaches under her arm to grab a piece of bacon.

The witch rolls her eyes as she swats his back, “You could’ve burned your fingers, Pete.” She scolded him motherly.

“I’m fine, what’s up guys?” Peter answers with the strip of bacon hanging from his mouth. He places his backpack on the floor and joins the others at the counter. Bucky glances at the boy. Maybe he would know a way to cheer you up. The both of you had been hanging out together a lot since you were his mentor, besides Tony, of course.

“Parker, what’s something that’ll get (y/n) to cheer up?” The boy perks up at your name.

“Flowers and a jar of Nutella.” He answers almost immediately, a proud grin on his face. His quick answer earned him some looks from his older team mates.

“How would you know that, Parker?” Nat asks him, sitting in the stool beside him. Peter fiddles with his fingers as he adjusts himself in his seat. His mouth opens to answer but Sam interrupts him.

“Someone gotta crush on (y/n)?” Sam teases the teenager. Peter’s eyes widen as his cheeks turn rosy, a clutter of stutters coming out his out.

“N-No! I mean— she’s pretty, really pretty. Beautiful in fact, but no, I don’t—I don’t have a crush on Ms. (y/n).” He manages to defend himself. A poor attempt of a defense in Sam’s opinion. Sam shakes his head at the boy, “Buck, looks like you’ve got competition.”

Peter’s eyes almost fall out their sockets at the mention of Bucky. The boy stares at the metal arm that could choke and kill him in an instant. “No! You don’t have any competition Mr. Barnes, sir, I swear.”

Nat smirks from beside him as Wanda chimes from behind them, “I could read minds, Peter!” She sang.

“How do you even know she likes flowers and Nutella?” Natasha asks him.

“Um—I asked her to go to prom with me, remember? She said she’ll only go with me if I buy her flowers and a jar of Nutella.” Peter answers. Bucky was up at his feet at an instant, patting his shorts for his wallet. When he felt the bulky object he glanced at the elevator. Walking behind Peter, he pats the boy’s back with his metal hand. Peter jumps almost yelping in his seat.

“Thanks, Parker.” Bucky chuckles then walks to the elevator.

He takes a train to get around the city. He ends up at the nearest retail store, looking through the shelves for Nutella and other things you might like. Once he had two bags full of treats and gifts he approaches the man outside the store who had a cart full of flowers. He didn’t know if you had a preference, but he chose the brightest out of the bunch. To him it represented your personality and the effect you had on his life.

He rushes back to the compound, bags in each hand and a bouquet of flowers under each arm. The sight of him might’ve been funny, a large bulky man with arms full of colorful flowers, a teddy bear, and all the cheesy pick me up gifts. He enters the kitchen not bothering to greet the others. Though he stops to take out two spoons from the drawers. Steve looks at him curiously while Sam nods at him in approval.

He heads straight to your room, excited to give you all the gifts he’s gotten you. He knocks on the door with the top of his foot, “I’m coming in!” He struggles to twist the knob of the door but he somehow manages to get it to open.

He slams the door shut with his back and greets you with a wide smile. Your eyes widen at him in shock.

“Surprise!” He yells happily. You feel your lips tug themselves upwards at him. You shuffle around in your bed, moving the blankets out the way.

“What’s all this?” You ask him trying to peer into the bags. He places them on the floor, gesturing for you to sit back.

“Alright, first off, here’s some flowers.” He grins handing you the two colorful bouquets. A giggle erupts from you as you take them from him. You take a whiff of the flowers, the floral smell entering your senses.

He digs through the bag and pulls out a large jar of Nutella. You gasp as Bucky presents it to you with a golden spoon from the kitchen. He hands them to you then bends back down to go through the bag.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted some snacks, so I got some cookies, your favorite chips, crackers, some wine. I didn’t bother getting a cup, just chug the bottle.” He explains placing each item onto your bed.

“I also got you a teddy bear. But they had too many and I didn’t know which one you’d like so I got the bear, a llama, and a dog.” He chuckles bopping your face with the llama’s snout. You laugh as you try to hold all of them in your arms.

“Oh yeah, and here’s some candy.” He places at least five boxes of different kinds of candy onto your lap. You look at him in awe, the joy bursting in your chest at his lovely gesture. The happiness soon became too much and your eyes began to water. The proud smile on Bucky’s face falters, his shoulders slumping. He crouches in front of you, hands beside your legs.

“No! Doll, what’s wrong? Was it the candy? Do you not like skittles? Or is it the Hershey’s kisses? I could take them back! Do you not like the llama?” Questions began to roll off his tongue as he stared up at you. His thumbs came up to wipe stray tear from your face. A laugh bubbles from your chest, your free hand gripping onto his wrist.

“No, Bucky, this is just—no one’s really done this for me before. Thank you.” You smile at him through your tears. “Thank you, I really really appreciate it. You didn’t have to do all of this honestly.” You sniffled fiddling with the plush llama’s fur.

“It’s fine doll, honestly. Anything to see that smile on your face.” He grins up at you, happy with himself that he got to bring the smile that formed crinkles to the side of your eyes. You giggle once again and place all the gifts on your bed, you leans towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his neck. Bucky sighs in content, his metal hand coming up to stroke circles onto your back.

“Thank you, Buck.” You whisper against the skin of his neck. Bucky presses a kiss to your temple, “Anytime darling.”

You pull away and organize the things on your bed. You sit against the headboard did your bed and motion for him to join you.

“I’m gonna need help eating all of this.” You tease him. He settles beside you, arm around your shoulder. He reaches for a pack of Reese’s and rips it open with his teeth.

“Well good thing I’m a super soldier.” He chuckles tuning into the movie on your tv. You get curious and look at him.

“How did you know about the flowers and Nutella though?” You question him with a raised brow.

“Spider-boy.” He answers mouth full of the peanut butter cups. You laugh and lean back into his arm. You reach for the jar of Nutella and twist it open, pealing of the gold seal. Your spoon dips into the chocolate, breaking the smooth surface.

Bucky glances at you, “Feelin’ better?”

The spoon hangs from the corner of your mouth, savoring the delicious spread, “Much better.”

[cunningambitousdetermined]

The Plan (Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader)

title: the plan

pairing: natasha romanoff x f!reader

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of homophobia, FLUFF with a dash of angst

summary: Y/N has been in love with Natasha Romanoff for a VERY long time and honestly, Tony is getting sick of watching it. Natasha has been in love with Y/N since the very first day and Steve can’t take the assassins obliviousness anymore. Steve and Tony, reluctantly of course, team up to make the pair notice how perfect they are for each other. (OH SHOOT IM SORRY I SUCK AT SUMMARIES WOW)

requested by @iamninaanna: 

Hey Sunshine, I love your writing, so I'm here to request something :) 

Can I please request a Natasha Romanoff × reader, where the Avengers are playing truth or dare, and somebody challenges Natasha to kiss the reader, or something like that, and then they confess their feelings to one another. I was having something in mind, I hope it's not to specific, that like Natasha rambles about the reader to Steve A LOT, and he's so sick of it, he has to do something about it, while it's the same situation with reader, just that she's talking to hers best friend, which can be any of the Avengers, you decide, and then Steve and the reader's best friend make a plan together, and well, you know the rest <3

Okay, that was a lot, but I'm really excited😊 Thank you if you write it!!

a/n (i think that's what i put when i’m responding, if i screwed it up please let me know, it would be much appreciated) :

hi taja! thank you so much, this is the first time someone has requested something and im really excited. but also terrified. more terrified. reader is a girl but if someone wants me to rewrite this as gender neutral, i can.  hope i do it justice and if your reading this, thank you for reading. if anyone has any feedback, it’s always welcome. okay here i go!!

the story: 

Y/N Y/L/N flopped backward on to Tony Stark’s bed, grabbed the nearest pillow and let out a angry scream into the unsuspecting piece of cloth and feathers. 

“Woah kid, what’d the pillow do to you?” Tony joked, his eyes still trained on whatever new gizmo he was working on, chuckling at his best friends antics.

“It’s fucking Natasha” Y/N mumbled quietly into the pillow, her voice muddled by the soft white sheets that she buried her head farther in. Tony was silent, the only sounds was the clinking of the Tony’s robots and tools working, so she assumed he hadn’t heard her. Not that she wanted him too anyway. 

Y/N was in love with Natasha Romanoff. Head over heels, fully in love with the assassin that she’d worked closely with for the past years. To describe how Y/N felt about Natasha in words would never to how she really felt in justice. Natasha was a tall glass of Coke: Orange Vanilla. Rare, unsuspectingly sweet, and utterly addicting. Her red hair, the black bodysuit, the way she fought, she could take down 10 men on her own, with her bare hands. She was sweet- always sharing her secret candy stashes with Y/N- smart -helping Y/N out when she was still taking classes. 

Sometimes Y/N really thought Natasha felt the same way, then she flirted with a guy here and hot girl there and the idea fled from her brain.  Y/N had never seen Natasha have an inclination toward women, she flirted with every living thing. Y/N liked to think it was a coping with feelings for someone and that's why she was so flirty but in reality, Y/N knew there was no way she felt near the same way. She was an extra to the Avengers. And besides, no one even knew she liked girls. 

“It’s what, darling?” Tony had moved and was now sitting in front of Y/N, spinning around in his chair like a little kid in their dad’s office.

Y/N wanted to tell him how in love she was with Natasha, she wanted to tell him all the little things she noticed, all the little things she loved. But she couldn’t. How would Tony take it? Tony might take it okay, but the team? Steve? Bucky? They were from the 40′s, women didn’t love other women openly back then, did they still think it was... unnatural? She didn’t think she could deal with being any more of an outcast. Did Natasha like girls? The thoughts were drowning her slowly, cutting off her air supply, the last bit of air building up into a scream that she would never let out. 

Tony coughed and Y/N realized she’d been silent for too long. “Tony....” she took a deep breath in, “I- uh-...,” Tony raised an eyebrow, waiting for to go on. Y/N coughed clearing nothing from her throat, elongating the silence before she just spit the words out like hot fire. “I’minlovewithNatashaandIdontknowwhattodo?” 

“You’re what?” Tony asked, having caught nothing of that sentence, something about Natasha but honestly he was still lost. 

Y/N felt a little better and slowed herself down. She trained her eyes on a seam in the comforter and whispered, “I’m in love with Natasha and I don’t know what to do”

There was a silence and Y/N could feel it smothering her, pulling her into the water, dunking her head under, she was drowning and, and and- Tony erupted in laughter. Y/N’s head shot up and she stared at him, color drained from her face. Tony rocked back and forth but when he came up again, he caught the absolute terror on her face and his smile dropped. 

“Y/N?” he asked softy, he stood up, plopping on the bed next to her, “Babe?” Tony tried to catch her eye, ducking his head but she turned away. He grabbed her chin in his large hands, “Babe, I wasn’t laughing at you. God, I’m such an idiot.” he blew out a harsh breath, “I was laughing because I already knew, not because you are in love with her.” Tony felt her face relax and he turned her chin to meet his eye. 

“You knew?” Y/N asked softly, tears still gathered in her eyes. Tony’s eyes softened as he saw the tears and he used the pads of his thumb to wipe them away. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t care if you like women. I’ve known you had some sort of feelings for Natasha for a while, you can see it when you look at her. I was just waiting for you to tell me.” Y/N laughed at this now and threw her arms around Tony, who wrapped her up in a hug. “Now, tell me more about Natasha and this ‘love’” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. 

~

“STEVEEEE” Natasha groans, letting down her normal assassins façade. 

“Mmm” Steve hummed in reply, motioning for her to come in to his room. She smiled and darted to the spinning chair in the corner, propping her feet up on the desk. It was silent for a little bit, the pair just enjoying each others company when Natasha spun her chair around and broke the silence. 

“Do you think Y/N likes women?” Steve already knew the Natasha liked women and he was totally cool with it. Nat has been surprised when he had been super supportive but was very grateful for all the love and reassurance he’d given her. 

“Nat,” Steve sighed dramatically, “She can’t NOT know your in love with her, unless she’s totally oblivious which she may be...” He turned to face her, jumping on his bed to be closer to her, “You should just tell her” 

“But...” Nat frowned, “what if she doesn’t like women? And I creep her out? And..” She stopped as she felt Steve lay a hand on her shoulder. 

“How could she not like you?” he questioned, “And trust me, it’s quite obvious how she feels.” 

“HOW SHE FEELS?!” Nat practically screamed, so unlike her that Steve leaned back. She cleared her throat, “Sorry- she feels...?” 

“She’s in love with you, obviously”

Nat grabbed a pillow from the bed and screamed into it, then looked at Steve, wary, “Really? Y/N with her...” Steve tuned out the rest of what Nat said, he’d heard it all before. Too many times. Nat sighed, in a happy way that Steve had never heard from her before, “Y/N...”

~

Steve knew that this had to end, Natasha and Y/N pretending they weren’t head over heels for each other. He’d heard enough of Nat’s wistful rants, it was so unlike her, it was starting to worry him. If he was correct in his guess, Tony was feeling the same way. So, despite Tony being, well, Tony, Steve sought him out to solve the mess. 

~

“Truth or dare, old man?” Clint smirked at Tony, all the avengers had settled for a night in and decided to play truth or dare. Y/N had rolled her eyes at this, they were too old for it, but settled in next to Tony anyway. 

“Dare, obviously” Tony rolled his eyes at Clint, eagerly awaiting his fate. 

“I dare you to stand on top of the tower and sing at least 30 seconds of ‘Rich Girl’ by Gwen Stefani and livestream it.” Tony laughed at this and stood up. 10 minutes and one livestream later, all of them were laughing harder then they had in a long time. 

“Okay, okay, my turn to ask,” Tony smiled, “Natasha, truth or dare?” Steve couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face, the plan was in motion. 

“Dare...” Natasha didn’t let her voice waver, her signature smirk on her face. 

“I dare you to kiss Y/N”

The whole room fell silent. Y/N’s face flamed and her eyes filled with tears. Was this a joke? Tony knew how she felt. How could he? The eyes in the room were on Nat and her but she ignored them as she got up and ran out of the room. Tony’s eyes widened as Y/N darted through the door. 

“Nice going, Tony. You upset her.” Natasha’s glared at Tony, angry. But inside she couldn’t help but wonder if she ran because she didn’t want to kiss her. Maybe she hated the idea. Maybe she didn’t like women after all. Nat got up, she had to face this. “I’ll go get her” She dragged her hand over her face and got up. Tony and Steve exchanged a glance as she left, hopefully this wouldn’t blow up in their faces

~

“Y/N!” Nat yelled down the hall, “It’s me, I’m sorry Tony was a jerk. Can we talk?”

Y/N heard Natasha’s voice and faltered, she had to face this at some point. She took a deep breath, letting the cool confidence she had on missions fill her. 

“Yeah, I’m here Nat” She called back and within seconds Nat ran around the corner. Nat’s eyes softened as they looked into Y/N’s beautiful eyes, still just as mesmerizing, puffy and red. Nat took an unconscious step forward, her thumbs caressing the hidden tear streaks. Y/N’s breath caught, her heart flipping at Nat’s touch. Before she could think about it, Y/N leaned up and let her lips meet Nat’s. Nat responded immediately, pulling Y/N to her, wrapping her arms around her, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Y/N groaned into the kiss, letting her fingers card through Nat’s hair. They pulled away after a minute, smiling like idiots. Y/N looked down slowly before glancing back up shyly at Nat. 

“Um... I really like you Nat” She whispered, with a smile

“I really like you too Y/N” Nat chuckled, pulling her in again for a sweet, soft kiss. It said everything they hadn’t said. All the nights of longing, the confusion and the love. 

Tony, Steve and the rest of the team watched from the security room, smiling and high fiving at the happy couple. 

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