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donteverblameash · 22 hours ago

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Oh Say Can You Squeal?

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if you are uncomfortable with that, feel free to scroll!

Ler! Tony

Lee! Steve

Word count: 1441

Summary: It's Steve's birthday in the compound! But what happens when Steve starts trying to have a bit too much fun?

A/N: AHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR ONE AND ONLY STEVEN GRANT ROGERS HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY 🗣🗣🗣🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🏈🏈🏈🏈🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅‼️‼️‼️‼️

fic under the cut :)

"Rogers, I swear to it, one smudge of icing on my face or on this suit, it's coming out of your paycheck and your eye is coming out of its socket."

Now, you may be a little confused as to why your little tale has started out with Tony Stark threatening people, imagine in a deathly calm voice, if you so please.

Let me explain.

It was Steve Rogers' birthday, as in the Captian America, and because Steve (stupidly) allowed Tony to be his party planner, the house was full of military propaganda and Steve was feeling incredibly spoiled from all of his lavish gifts. But it was his birthday regardless, and fun he shall have.

Even if Tony threatened to gouge his eyes out as he tried to smash the billionaire's face into his slice of cake.

"Well, that's no way to treat your birthday boy now is it?" Steve replied with a soft smirk, his large hand pushing Tony's face closer to his plate, the cake looming dangerously and looking like a nice old trip to the dry cleaners. There goes twenty bucks Tony definitely has and dignity he knows he'll have to scrape up after this interaction.

"Birthday boy or not, you're gonna get your ass beat today Rogers if you don't watch your step!" Tony strained as he fought against his friend's hand. Steve just chuckled in response, never one to take Tony's, of all people's threats, seriously.

"Oh, well, I'm looking forward to it, pal. Just, by all means, make sure you tell me the time so it doesn't interfere with my busy schedule for today. Next up is pin the eyepatch on the Fury, you know." Steve's smirk widened as he leaned casually against the couch Tony was sat at, looking calm and collected as he continued to teasingly push the man's head down.

"Rogers- you don't wanna do this buddy, I swear you don't!" Tony tried to give Steve one last warning but the blonde didn't seem ready to comply, even completely ignoring Clint's suggestion, yelled from the kitchen, to "Stop screwing around." As the archer stuffed his face with cake.

Steve didn't answer Tony this time, just gave his head one last good push so the man would face plant into his slice.

It felt as if the whole compound fell into a hushed silence besides Steve's soft giggles of pride, which quickly hushed over as well as Tony slowly lifted his head, picking blue icing out of his eyelashes. Steve, who was worried he accidentally hurt his friend in his fun, immediately asked: "Tony, are you alright?"

Tony did a slow and unnecessarily dramatic head turn towards Steve, his upper lip curling. "Now I've gotta kill you."

Steve was stunned into silence for a moment, trying to process what Tony meant by that. Sadly, he wasn't given enough time to do so.

The battle sounded off as Tony, still with a face full of cake, pounced on top of Steve and Bucky laughed out an "Oh shit!" As he watched the beginning of his partner's comeuppance along with the rest of the team.

Steve, now pinned to the floor with a genius in a Gucci suit on top of him, his arms being held up, simply closed his eyes and accepted his fate, sending out a prayer in his head to any deity who would listen.

"Please not the underarms. Not the armpits, please, I'll actually die." Was the simplified version of Steve's prayer that was not met with the action he wanted. Tony immediately went to dig into his armpits. Shit.

"WAHAHAHAIT! TOHOHONY!" Steve let out a screech, much like a bald eagle, I assume to show his patriotism, as he thrashed under Tony like a fish out of water.

"Fine. I'll wait." Tony said with the air of a fed-up teacher, you know the ones, as he waited a grand total of like, four seconds while Steve tried to pull himself together and save his soul.

Unfortunately, soul saving takes longer than four seconds and Tony has always been quick to bore so Steve got more armpit digs.

Tony's hands poked and prodded into the surface below before spidering down to the ribs, digging between each space with vengeance on the brain

"Plehehease- plehehease! If you'd juhuhust LEHEHET MEHEH APOLOGIHIHISEE!!" The Captain twisted and let out the shrieks of a boy an eighth of his size under Tony's gentle ministrations. Iron Man got to the sides, bestowing squeezes upon them as he bit his lip, thinking up a response to Steve's statement quickly.

"I don't want an apology, I fear, Steven. I want a face wipe, some respect, and a break would be nice." Tony looked down at his fellow avenger expectantly, knowing he wasn't gonna stop at whatever Steve had to offer, but it was fun to make Steve think he would. He even slowed down on the tickles, giving Steve the "privilege" to breathe a bit while he talked.

"I-I..." Steve panted. "I could help you with that first one and try real...real hard on the others."

"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to do a little bit more than try. I'm an Avenger. Who wants to avenge. Do you want to get tickled more? Is it like that?" Tony raised his eyebrow down at Steve, resuming his onslaught fully, now on Steve's belly.

"Ihihihi mohohost certainly doho NAHAHAT!" Steve kicked and squirmed under Tony with most of his might, the feeling now really starting to get to him. Not to mention he is becoming painfully aware of all his friends watching this go down. And thinking about that really made him want to use all of his might, and chuck Tony across the room. But he resisted.

"Then stop trying and start doing!" Tony playfully demanded, scribbling over Steve's belly, that one hand enough to send a full-grown super soldier into squeals. "And if you don't want me and everyone else to think you like it so much then how about you stop cheesin' so hard?" Tony teased, admiring Steve's mega-watt smile while Steve did everything to hide said mega-watt smile. Taking advantage of his held-up arms, he buried his face into his own shoulder.

"Nohohow yohohou knohohow ihihi cahahahn't hehehelp thahahat Stahahark soho shuhuhut yohou're mohouth!"

"Nooo... no... the genius in me is really screaming that you love this." Tony countered, slowly crawling his fingers down to Cap's hips, just barely moving them for a while, letting bubbly giggles of anticipation form in Steve's mouth before drilling his evil thumbs into them.

"YOHOHOU HAHAHVE A HIHIHISTORY OF BEHEHEING WROHOHONGGG! AHAHA- SHIHIHIT!" Steve let out a stream of hiccups and giggles to accompany his new found love of cursing out Tony when he's being a dick.

"Um, okay. I'm offended." Tony's eyebrows scrunched up as he dug an inch deeper into his friend's hip as penance for his crimes.

"WHYHY?? CUZ IHHI'M RIHIHIGHT?!" Steve yelled out through laughs, bucking his hips in an attempt to free them from more suffering, as in playful tickling.

The simple look on Tony's face was enough to tell Steve he done screwed up. The playboy didn't appreciate that comment at ALL and dug another inch down into Steve's hips, swirling them around quickly.

Turns out, Steve didn't appreciate that either.

He let out a stream of curses and laughs, the only one comprehensive phrase being "STAHAHAHAP!!" Which Tony immediately did. Stop, by the way, not Stahp. That isn't a word.

"Okay. Yup. Noted. Before I kill the birthday boy." With a soft grunt, Tony got up off Steve looking down at him as he quickly started to recover himself, sitting up and jokingly glaring at Tony.

Tony jokingly glared back.

He extended a hand in truce to Steve, helping him stand, and in turn, when Steve was stood up and situated, Steve made sure Tony's face was cleaned.

"Are we good, for now, Stark?" Steve asked, putting his hands into his pockets.

"For now, Mister Rogers, I'd say we are." Tony replied with a surprisingly soft smile, looking at each other in that special way only Steve and Tony could muster.

"Are you two done playing tickle monster yet so we can get on to the actual party games?" Natasha piped up, swishing around a cup full of drink that is most definitely alcoholic, having dealt with these two.

Steve face-palmed. "Don't call it that, Nat. We were just fooling around."

But like Steve listening to Clint, Nat and everyone else completely ignored him, and called "it" that for the rest of the day.

Still the best birthday ever, though. Giggles aside.

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inneedofsupervision · 10 months ago

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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.

Read on Ao3.

"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.

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vibraniumavenger · 2 years ago

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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.

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olicreates · 2 years ago

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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.

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ao3feed-peterparker · 2 years ago

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To Think That We Could Stay the Same

by olicreates 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. Words: 3828, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 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 Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M 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) 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 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 via https://ift.tt/MYnQ5q4

#IFTTT #peter parker #spider-man #spidrrman #the avengers #ao3 #ao3feed

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ao3feed-wandamaximoff · 2 years ago

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To Think That We Could Stay the Same

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AWZqC9P by olicreates 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. Words: 3828, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 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 Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M 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) 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 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 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AWZqC9P

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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robertdowneyjjr · 3 years ago

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.”

#nat walking in on them the next day: ‘kissing without feelings again boys?’#steve: ‘tony was choking. i was doing cpr’#‘choking on what steve’#*mumble mumble*#‘sorry say that again?’#‘…my dick’#my boys are very very stupid #anyway the gist is #steve enjoys screwing with the team and tony enjoys screwing steve #stevetony #kay writes things #anonymous #ask

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traveler-at-heart · 3 years ago

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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”

#Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natasha Romanoff x you

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picturetoburnnn · 4 years ago

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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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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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💕 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.

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purebarnes · 4 years ago

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‘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.”

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ao3feed-peterparker · 2 years ago

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To Think That We Could Stay the Same

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MYnQ5q4 by olicreates 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. Words: 3828, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 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 Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M 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) 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 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 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MYnQ5q4

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justaloserwhowrites · 3 years ago

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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.

#peter x reader #peter parker one shot #mcu #avengers #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #tom holland imagine #tony stark daughter #tony stark #tony stank #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff

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angstysebfan · 4 years ago

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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

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.

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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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.

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