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Meant To Be
Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When you find yourself transported to the future, you begin to question if you were always meant to be here.
Disclaimer: Kinda open ended, platonic!Steve x reader, fluff, angst, Reader comes from the 40s, MJ scaring people, oblivious idiots, swearing, mentions of violence. Not Proof Read.
You groaned as you hit the solid ground. âOh, I am gonna kill Howard.â
Coughing a little before rolling onto your front to try and stand, you took a look around you.Â
âWhere the fuck-â
As you brushed some dust from your skirt, a loud blaring alarm sounded overhead. You were quick to cover your ears before trying to find an exit. What was the wager that Howard had set something on fire again?
But before you could call out, the floor beneath you fell open and you went sliding down. A scream let itself out from your lungs, only stopping just before you landed and rolled onto a pristine white floor.Â
âJarvis, who is she?â
Once again, you groaned. You held your head, keeping your eyes closed. âFor godâs sake, Howard. You know who I am. Donât pull that bullshit with - ow - me.â
As you stood on your feet, you looked around you again. The whole room was white. Where the hell were you?
âJarvis?â
You recognised the name, but not the voice that said his name.Â
Slowly turning around, you started to realise where you were. It wasnât like any you were used to but you were, in fact, in a cell.Â
âI canât seem to find an ID for her from this century.â
âThis century?â
You looked through the glass. âWhereâs Howard?â
The man looked right at you. âI ask the questions here.â
âConsidering Iâve just landed who the fuck knows where, Iâd say Iâm the one who should be asking questions. How much did he pay you? Thirty, forty bucks?âÂ
âForty bucks?â
The man seemed disgusted.Â
âWhat? Keep Y/n distracted so he can run around town again? Just so you know, if I donât kick his ass, Peggy will.â
âStark! What the hell is going on?â
Tony watched as you lit up a little at the voice coming down the hall.Â
âSteve?!â You called out.Â
Tony had already been confused when he got an alert from Jarvis that someone had broken into the facility. Then he was confused even more when you asked for Howard. But now? Now he was more confused than ever.Â
âSteve!? Oh, thank god. Tell this moron to let me out. Howardâs probably ten seconds away from setting the whole building on fire. What? Why are you looking at me like that?â
Tony turned to his side and took a long look at Steve. He lookedâŠpale. Shocked, to say the least. Like someone had just stuck a knife into his heart and he was watching himself bleed out.Â
âY/n?â
âYou know her?â Tony asked quietly.Â
You laughed. âWhat? Did Howard pay you, too? Just so you know, once Iâve kicked his ass, Iâm gonna have Peggy kick yours.â
Steve turned towards Tony with a slightly heated gaze. âWhat did you do?â
âI didnât do anything. She just showed up here. Who is she?â
Reading the room, you took a few steps forward. Something told you that this wasnât just a prank. âSteve, whatâs going on?â
âY/n?â
âYes?â
Steve felt the breath leave his lungs. âWhatâŠWhat year is it?â
You chuckled. This game again?
â1944.â
Steve couldnât breathe.Â
âSir, though Iâm not quite sure how itâs possible. I do believe this is Agent Y/n Y/l/n. Born in 1921, she went missing the summer before Sargent Barnes fell from the train.â
That sentence made you panic a little. âOkay, Jarvis! Howard, I get it. You can call it off now!â
âCall what off?âÂ
Steve ignored Tony for a few moments. âY/n, I think youâre gonna wanna sit down.â
âSteve, whatâs going on?â
âTony, open the doors.â
He didnât think twice and the glass door slid away and behind the panel, letting Steve inside.Â
âSteve?â
He didnât say anything. He just hugged you. Tight. Like heâd waited years to do so. So, you hugged him back. âSteve, youâre scaring me now. Whatâs going on? Whereâs Howard? I swear to god if this is some-â
Steve leaned back and shook his head. âNo, this isnâtâŠitâs not a joke.â
You stepped back a little and took in the two men in front of you. Although he wasnât Howard, he did have a funny resemblance to him. And SteveâŠthe last time you saw himâŠheâd been wearing his uniform. Not a blue button down and a pair of jeans.Â
âYou should probably come with us.â
Less than ten minutes later you were sitting in Tonyâs lab. Some kind of floating projector showed different images and other things. All the while, you could feel Steveâs eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.Â
âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â
âBeing in the underground bunker. Howardâs testing some new chemical weapons. Itâs meant to melt weaponry from the inside. Steve, what happened? JarvisâŠsâvoiceâŠhe said Bucky fell. Did we lose?â
Steve shook his head, taking your hand in his. âNo. The warâŠwe won the war. ButâŠHydraâŠthey captured Bucky. We all thoughtâŠI thought he was dead. I thought you were dead.â
You couldnât do anything else but laugh, though it wasnât happy. âSteve, I was with you less than twenty minutes ago. And Howard-â
âHowardâs dead.â
âTony.â Steve scolded.Â
âWhat?â
You looked back at Steve, then at Tony.Â
âY/n, this is Tony. Howardâs son.â
You heard yourself gasp a little. But before you could understand what the hell was going on, the doors across the lab swung open.Â
âMr Stark! Iâve finally figured it out! If I just change the chemical- oh. Hello.â
You looked over at the young boy who couldnât be more than seventeen or eighteen.Â
âY/n, this is Peter. Peter, this is-â
âHoly shit, youâre Y/n Y/l/n.â
Both Tony and Steve looked at Peter. âYou know her?â
Peter nodded. âYeah, MJ goes on about her all the time. MJâs my girlfriend, by the way and she thinks you're, like, super cool. But- hey. Wait a minute. How can you be here?â
âIâve been asking myself that same question.â
âMr Stark?â
Tony sighed. âBest we can figure is that my old man went wrong and somehowâŠâ
âInvented time travel?â Peter finished.Â
Tony nodded, as did you.Â
âSounds like Howard.â
âMaybe you should call Scott?â
âWhy Scott?â
Peter shrugged. âI was gonna suggest Hank but I didnât think you two are still talking since the burrito fiasco in the cafe the other week.â
Steve just looked at Tony and it took a few minutes but the Stark kid threw his head back before grumbling and pulling out his phone. âFine.â
âHeâs just like his dad,â Steve heard you whisper as you watched him walk away.Â
âHey,â Steve said softly, bringing your attention back to him. âHow are you feeling?â
âDizzy. Terrified. Angry. A little more dizzy.â
Steve just held your hand tighter.Â
âSteve, I need you to tell me everything that happened because right now I have too many questions andâŠI donât even know where to begin.â
Steve nodded understandably. Youâd been missing for longer than heâd been in the ice. Youâd become a part of some of the ghost stories with the walls of Shield. Youâd become a small block of text in the Smithsonian since nobody knew anything else.Â
Your name was one of the first that he searched for when he got out of the ice. If he can be left sleeping in the ice for seventy years, gods can wield magic hammers and aliens can fall from the sky, then surely you could still be alive somewhere, right?
But there had still been no trace of you.Â
Until today when a loud rad alarm started to sound throughout the kitchen to alert whoever was left in the compound that someone had broken in.Â
So, starting from the beginning, Steve told you as much as he could in the short time you had together. With Peter filling in a few gaps.Â
Steve told you about when you went missing. How Howard has a black eye for three weeks since Peggy had hit him hard when she realised what heâd been making and didnât think to use any safety precautions. One thing Howard knew for certain was that you werenât dead. How he knew that, the others couldnât figure. But it was easier to accept than thinking Howard Stark had just murdered one of his closest friends.Â
Steve told you about when Bucky fell and when he went into the ice. He told you about the end of the war and him and Peggy.Â
Peter told you about Tony and the little snippets he knew from what heâd been told. Peter accidently let slip that Bucky had been the one to murder Howard and his wife, Maria.Â
Steve explained about the Winter Soldier programme and waking up in the ice. He told you about New York and The Avengers. Peter mentioned how he, too, was a Superhero. Steve explained about Natasha, Sam and Bucky. Peter mentioned bringing Bucky and Steve up to date with Star Wars and other movie franchises.Â
Then Steve explained, briefly, about Wakanda and what Bucky had been through.Â
Tears slipped from your eyes and Steve helped you wipe them away. âSoâŠheâsâŠheâs alive?â
Steve nodded with a smile. âHeâs alive.â
You felt yourself breathing again. Steve had only told you the key things about what happened to Bucky. You couldnât begin to imagine the pain he went through, or the pain Steve went through realising heâd lost Peggy.Â
Last you knew, Peggy and Steve were crushing hard on each other. You and Bucky had a bet running for how long it would take for Steve to finally ask her on a date.Â
âOkay, heâs on his way. He doesnât believe me, but I don't even believe it.â Tony announced as he walked back inside, pocketing his phone.Â
âWhat happens now? What am I meant to do?â
Steve looked at Tony who just shrugged. âYou stay here with us until we can get some kind of answer, I guess.â
You tilted your head at Steve. âIâm meant to be in the 40s. What the hell am I supposed to do whilst Iâm here? Better yet, what the hell am I meant to do when I can go home? What, am I just not meant to tell you anything? Or Bucky for that matter? Oh, my god! Can I even get home?â
Steve placed his hands on your shoulders and led you back to your seat. âOkay, just sit down. Just breathe.â
âEasy for you to say.â
âBlueberry?â Tony suddenly shoved a silver packet into your face. âThey can help calm the nervous system.â
Tony didnât say anything else. But he did unfurl your hand and place a packet in your palm.Â
âCan I even get home?â
âUhhâŠâ
âItâs not a question of whether or not you can get home. Itâs do you go home?â
Everyone, including yourself, jumped. All except for Peter.Â
âJesus Christ,â you swore to yourself, holding onto your chest.Â
âHow the hell did you get in here?â Tony turned towards the curly haired girl standing beside Peter.Â
âPeter texted me.â
Tony just stared at the girl. âThat still doesnât answer my question.â
Steve sighed. âSheâs training with Nat and Laura, remember?â
That seemed to answer something.Â
âSee, thatâs how you give me information.â
âOh,â Peter jumped back into the conversation. âAgent Y/l/n?â
âPlease, call me Y/n.â
âThis is MJ, my girlfriend.â
You smiled at her and she gave you a small smile back. âItâs nice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you, too.â
Half an hour later, three people walked inside who were introduced to you as âAnt-Man, but not the original Ant-Man-.â, âHopeâ, âSheâs the Wasp.â, and âHank Pym.â
âI believe you might be able toâŠhelp.â
Hank nodded. âIâll see what I can do.â
âWhat âweâ can do?â
âWhy âweâ?â
âItâs my lab, Pym.â
âAnd itâs my research, Stark.â
âI found her first.â
âBut you called me, remember?â
The argument continued on for a few more minutes until finally you stood up.Â
âHey!âÂ
That shut them up.Â
âI am not some lab rat that youâre gonna be poking needles into! I understand that Iâm over seventy years out of my time, but Iâm not some experiment. Iâm human, alright?!â
Hope nudged MJ. âI like her.â
Hank and Tony seemed to come to a silent agreement. âOkay, how about we start with the basics?â
You nodded. âOkay.â
Over the next few hours, you had your heart rate monitored, your blood pressure taken, your memory tested. You filled out multiple different medical forms. You told them everything you could about where and when you were born, what you did in the last week of your life in the 40s and was fed so many blueberries you were pretty sure your skin would turn the same colour.Â
âMJ?â
As the boys messed with things on the other side of the lab, you took a seat beside the girl.Â
âHi.â
âHi,â you smiled. âI was hoping I might be able to talk to you.â
MJ nodded. âWhat about?â
âEarlier, when you said itâs more about do I get backâŠPeter mentioned you might know a few things about me, after I went missing.â
MJ nodded slowly. âIâŠmight.â
âDonât worry. I wonât tell anyone anything. Whatever you know will stay between you and me.â
MJ nodded. âOkay.â
âJustâŠtell me everything?â
And she did.Â
About the rumours, about the ghost stories. Thatâs all they were, but there was always a hint of truth in stories. Some people still looked for you, others believed you hadnât ever existed at all. There was a lot of research done after your disappearance. What had caused it, where you could have gone.Â
âDoes this research still exist?â
âYouâd have to ask Mr Stark about that one. Mostly it was his dadâs stuff. I only know because Agent Romanoff was helping me find references for a college paper.â
You smiled. âThank you, MJ.â
That was when Jarvis, who wasnât Javis, spoke. âUh, Captain Rogers, sir. Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson have returned.â
âThank you, Jarvis.â
You looked over at Steve.Â
âIâll go and get him.â
You just nodded and watched as Steve jogged down the hall, out of the doors and towards the stairs.Â
âDid you date?â
You turned back to MJ. âWhat?â
âYou and Barnes? There were always rumours. And Iâve seen the footage.â
âFootage?â
âThey still show clips in the Smithsonian. You know, like Steve keeping a picture of Peggy in his compass. Iâve seen some of you and Barnes.â
You could only nod, letting her know youâd heard what she said.Â
Truth be told, you and Bucky hadnât been dating. You were just friends. Heâd save you a dance at every Hall. He was the one, besides Peggy, who youâd been closest to. On the days where all his confidence and charm would leave his body â mostly when he was geeking out at the technology fairs â youâd stick by his side and help him out.Â
Some women heâd try and talk to, so youâd give him a push. But othersâŠhe was nice to them, but he just wanted some time alone. The war was a lot and with his own call-up looming, he just wanted some time. So, making sure he didnât constantly bump into people, youâd both pretend you were on a date. It kept some girls away, and you and him had a great time.Â
And despite your growing crush over the last few monthsâŠno, you werenât dating.Â
Your head kicked back into gear. âNo. No, we werenât dating. Just friends.â
MJ just gave you a look. You knew that look. Because it was the same look Peggy had given you three days ago when she cornered you in the girls bathroom after you excused yourself when one of the blonde agents waltzed her way over to talk to Bucky.Â
Before your conversation could continue further, however, there were multiple sets of boots pounding on the floor. The noise was growing closer and closer.Â
You stood up from your chair, standing directly in view of the glass doorway, your skirt swishing a little around your knees.Â
And through the glass, you saw Bucky come to a halt.Â
He just stared at you.Â
He was in dark blue tactical gear, a man stood behind him with a jet pack attached to his back and Steve remained beside him.Â
Bucky stood alone just staring at you.Â
Then he started walking.Â
Opening the door, your name fell from his lips before he ran towards you and you ran to him.Â
Crashing in the middle, Buckyâs arms held your tightly almost crushing your bones.Â
âY/n,â
âJames,â you felt yourself smile.Â
âYouâre alive?â
âApparently.â
He just held you tighter. âI didnât believe him. He told meâŠyou were here andâŠyouâre really here.â
Bucky felt himself laugh a little. He was stunned. To him, he hadnât spoken to you in over seventy years, but he knew, to you, you and him had spoken that morning.Â
He never forgot you.Â
He never let himself forget you.
You meant too much to him.Â
âI donât have a clue whatâs going on, but boy am I glad to see you.â
Bucky laughed again before leaning back to look at you. Instinctively, he held your face. Both of you had tears in your eyes but that didnât matter.Â
âGod, youâre alive.â
Bucky hugged you again.Â
âIf you two love birds have finished, might we get back to work?â Hank called out.Â
Scott nudged him and Hope slapped him across the head. Meanwhile, you remained fixed in Buckyâs arms.Â
Hours and hours and hours of work later, you were sitting on your own since Bucky had left to go and get you something to eat.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Sam came and sat beside you.Â
âSomething tells me I donât make it back home.â
âMaybe youâre not meant to.â
You just looked at Sam. And he took a breath before talking again.Â
âFirst time I asked Bucky about his life before,â Sam started. âThe first person he mentioned was you. You were close to him. And he was close to you. He told me losing you was one of the worst pains he ever suffered through. And when Steve mentioned your name today, I saw someone come back to life inside of him. A person even I havenât seen in Bucky since that day when he first talked about you.â
You didnât exactly know where Sam was going with his speech, so you just let him continue.Â
âMaybe, for whatever reasons will help you rationalise this, you were meant to be here instead. With these two, but most importantlyâŠâ Sam just pointed to Bucky across the room who was handing out different lunch meals to everyone as Peter carried the tray.Â
âNothing is as I remember it.â
âMaybe youâre not as you remember.â
You just looked at Sam, puzzled.Â
âThose two science nerds will probably have some big, elaborate explanation but, maybe you didnât time travel. Maybe you just got stranded in time. Pushed through each year in order to get to this one. And, whenever you dropped-â
âLiterally.â
âInto hereâŠit was because you needed to. Because it was meant to be.â
You rolled your eyes a little and laughed. âOkay.â
Sam just chuckled and nudged you.Â
Bucky eventually made his way over to you, just in time to hear Sam ask; âAnd if youâve got any tips on how to tap into Mr White Wolf, Iâll take âem.â
Sam tapped Bucky on the arm as he passed him by, heading towards the food Steve was opening up at one of the tables.Â
âItâs not ration food, but itâs the closest I could find to something familiar.âÂ
You smiled accepting the meal as Bucky sat beside you and ate his own with you.Â
Looking around you, you took everyone in. The super soldiers, the humans, the ego filled scientists and the kids. And the longer you looked, the more it started to look familiar.Â
Maybe a different room, maybe a different year.Â
But it was still the same.Â
Then Samâs words echoed in your head.Â
âMeant to be.â
A month later, you were still in the future. People were still looking for answers but the longer time pushed on, the more you began to realise maybe Sam was right. Maybe this was where you were meant to be.Â
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Steve, seeing Y/N babying Bucky: What happened??
Y/N, putting a bandaid on Buckyâs finger: Bucky got a paper cut.
Steve, rolling his eyes: Seriously? Yesterday Sam was screaming "I've been stabbed!" and all you did was yell "shut up!"
Y/N, after kissing Buckyâs boo-boo: That's because he was screaming "I think I've been stabbed!" Bitch, you're either stabbed or you aren't!
Steve:
Y/N:
Steve:
Natasha, sitting next to them while casually eating cereal: She's right.
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Steve: Iâm not gonna lie, Y/N scares me a little bit
Natasha: Oh, donât worry about Y/N. She wouldnât hurt a fly!
Steve: Oh, thatâs reassuring-
Natasha: She would kill a man, though
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Y/n: *flopping down on the couch with a bag of chips* Is stabbing someone immoral? Tony: *eyes glued to his phone* Not if they consent to it. Natasha: *trying to find a movie on Netflix* Depends on who youâre stabbing. Steve: *staring at them like they're all big stupid* YES?!?
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avengers x nurse! reader: Nurse Knows Best
WARNINGS: none
The Avengers were like a group of overgrown kids who happened to have superpowers, and as their designated nurse, it was your job to keep them in one pieceânot that they ever made it easy for you.
Youâd worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. long enough to know that most agents had a tendency to push themselves too hard, but the Avengers? They were on a whole other level. It didnât matter if they had a broken rib, a twisted ankle, or a mild concussion; theyâd brush it off like it was nothing. And every time, you were there to scold them.
The med bay was bustling after a mission gone sideways. You stood with your hands on your hips, surveying the chaos as various members of the team wandered in, clearly worse for wear.
âOkay,â you said loudly, clapping your hands to get their attention. âEveryone whoâs injured, sit down and let me take a look at you. No exceptions.â
Tony Stark was the first to protest, of course. âIâm fine, Nurse Killjoy. Itâs just a scratch.â
âA scratch?â You raised an eyebrow, pointing at the deep gash on his arm that was still bleeding. âSit. Now.â
Tony rolled his eyes but obeyed, muttering under his breath about bossy nurses.
Next up was Clint, who was cradling his wrist. âI donât needââ
âDonât even start, Barton. Sit.â
He sighed dramatically but plopped down in the nearest chair.
Steve Rogers walked in next, limping slightly but trying to hide it. You immediately spotted the blood seeping through his suit at his side.
âCaptain Rogers,â you said, narrowing your eyes.
âIâm fine,â he said automatically, his voice calm and reassuring.
âUh-huh. And thatâs why youâre leaking blood all over my floor.â
Steve looked down, as if noticing the injury for the first time. âItâs not that bad.â
âSit down before I make you,â you said firmly, pointing to an empty bed.
His lips twitched like he wanted to argue, but he gave in, sitting with a sheepish smile. âYes, maâam.â
Natasha was the only one who didnât fight you. She sat quietly on the edge of a cot, holding a cold pack to her shoulder.
âThank you for not arguing,â you said as you passed by.
She smirked. âWhy would I? Youâre the only one here who scares Steve.â
âNat!â Steve protested from his bed.
Natasha just laughed, winking at you.
Bruce Banner was next, looking drained but otherwise uninjured. You handed him a bottle of water and told him to sit and rest, which he did without complaint.
âWhereâs Thor?â you asked.
Bruce sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. âLast I saw, he was outside arguing with some agents about carrying Mjölnir into the med bay.â
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. âOf course he is.â
As if on cue, Thor burst through the doors, looking as proud as ever despite the torn sleeve of his armor revealing a nasty gash on his bicep. Mjölnir dangled from his hand as if it were a paperweight.
âLady Y/N!â Thor greeted you with his usual booming enthusiasm. âFear not, for I am unscathed!â
You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his arm. âAnd whatâs that?â
Thor glanced at the wound as if noticing it for the first time. âA mere trifle! This is nothing for the God of Thunder.â
âThor, sit down before you bleed all over my med bay,â you said, pointing to an open chair.
âButââ
âNow.â
Thor blinked, clearly unused to being bossed around, but when Natasha smirked at him from her cot, he sighed dramatically and sat down. âVery well, Lady Y/N. I shall allow you to tend to this insignificant injury.â
By the time everyone was settled and youâd cleaned, stitched, or bandaged them up, you were exhausted. But that didnât stop you from giving them your usual lecture.
âYou all need to start taking better care of yourselves,â you said, crossing your arms as you stood in the middle of the room. âYouâre not invincible, no matter how much you act like it.â
âTechnically, I kind of am,â Tony said, waving his hand. âYou know, with the suit and all.â
You shot him a glare. âEven you, Stark. You have to rest and recover like everyone else.â
âI do rest,â Tony said defensively.
âFalling asleep at your desk doesnât count.â
Natasha chuckled quietly while Steve looked at you with an apologetic smile. âYouâre right,â he said, surprising everyone by agreeing. âWeâll do better.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Clint muttered, earning a sharp look from you.
âYou will do better,â you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.
Once the med bay had cleared out and everyone was patched up, Steve lingered behind, watching as you cleaned up your supplies.
âYouâre good at what you do,â he said, his voice warm.
You glanced at him, softening slightly. âThanks. Someone has to keep you all alive.â
He chuckled, leaning against the counter. âWe donât make it easy, do we?â
âNo, you donât,â you said with a smile. âBut I guess I canât blame you. Youâre trying to save the world, after all.â
Steve tilted his head, studying you. âStill, we owe you a lot. I donât think we say that enough.â
Your cheeks warmed at his sincerity. âYou just did, so⊠thank you.â
He gave you a small nod before turning to leave, but not before adding, âDonât work too hard, Nurse Y/N.â
You rolled your eyes with a smile. âRight back at you, Captain.â
A few days later, they were off on another mission. When they returned, battered but victorious, you were there, hands on your hips and ready to scold them all over again.
But this time, as they filed into the med bay, Steve caught your eye and gave you a sheepish smile.
âWe tried to take it easy,â he said.
You sighed, shaking your head with a small laugh. âSure you did.â
And despite their stubbornness, you couldnât help but feel a sense of pride for being the one to keep this chaotic, mismatched family in one piece.
The Avengers were many thingsâheroes, legends, earthâs mightiestâbut they were also, without a doubt, the biggest pains in your life. While you loved them (in a professional sense, you often reminded yourself), there were days when they seemed hell-bent on driving you to the brink of insanity.
It started innocently enough. Youâd handed Clint an ice pack for his sprained wrist, warning him to use it and not to get into any trouble while waiting for you to finish with Tony.
Apparently, âtroubleâ was Clintâs middle name.
By the time you turned around, he was using the ice pack as a projectile, aiming it at Thorâs head.
âBarton!â you shouted, but it was too late.
Thor caught the ice pack midair and grinned like a child whoâd just been handed a toy. âA fine game, indeed!â
Before you knew it, Thor had launched it back at Clint, narrowly missing your head in the process.
âGuys, stopââ
Steve walked in at the worst possible moment, only to get hit square in the chest by the ice pack. He froze, blinking in confusion, before turning his disapproving gaze on Clint.
âIt wasnât me!â Clint said, pointing at Thor.
âIâm ending this now!â you barked, snatching the ice pack off the floor and holding it like a grenade.
Everyone froze, the room dead silent.
âGood,â you said, your tone clipped. âNow, sit down, or I swear Iâll superglue all of you to the med bay chairs.â
Tony Starkâs caffeine addiction was well-documented. He was rarely seen without a coffee cup in hand, and he had a bad habit of wandering into your office to steal your coffee whenever his ran out.
Youâd warned him repeatedly. But today was the day you finally snapped.
âTony, I swear to everything holy, if you take my coffee one more timeââ
âIâm not taking it,â Tony interrupted, already mid-sip.
You glared at him, debating whether it was worth the potential HR complaint to tackle him. âThatâs literally my mug, Stark.â
âIs it, though?â he quipped, holding it up to inspect the âWorldâs Okayest Nurseâ lettering youâd bought as a joke.
âYes, it is!â
Natasha strolled in, took one look at your murderous expression, and immediately turned on her heel. âNope. Not my problem.â
Later that day, you found a brand-new espresso machine in your office with a note that read, âBribes work, right? - Tâ
You shouldâve known better than to challenge Thor, but you were running on two hours of sleep, and logic had abandoned you.
âThor, please stop leaving Mjölnir on the exam tables,â you said for the third time that day. âI canât move it, and Iâm not calling you every five minutes to come and get it.â
âIt is perfectly safe where it lies,â Thor said proudly, arms crossed.
âItâs not safe for me,â you shot back. âIâm not worthy, remember?â
Thor grinned. âPerhaps you underestimate yourself, Lady Y/N. You should try lifting it.â
Your eye twitched. âThor, I donât have time for this.â
He ignored you, stepping back and gesturing dramatically. âGo on. Prove yourself worthy.â
With a deep sigh, you grabbed the handle and pulled with all your might. Nothing happened, of course.
âYouâre impossible,â you muttered, grabbing a clipboard and swatting his arm with it.
Thor just laughed, retrieving Mjölnir like it weighed nothing and promising, âI shall endeavor to do better.â
He didnât.
Bucky had a habit of sneaking up on people, but today, he outdid himself.
You were focused on updating patient files when a voice spoke from directly behind you:
âWhatcha doing?â
You screamed loud enough to send papers flying everywhere.
âBUCKY!â
âSorry,â he said, though he didnât sound remotely sorry. âDidnât mean to scare you.â
âLike hell you didnât!â you snapped, clutching your chest. âDo you even know how jumpy I am?â
âNatasha bet me ten bucks I couldnât make you scream,â he admitted with a shrug.
From the hallway, Natashaâs voice called out, âWorth every penny!â
The final straw came when you found Steve RogersâAmericaâs golden boyâeating chocolate pudding out of a biohazard container in the lab.
âSteve. What are you doing?â you asked, your voice unnervingly calm.
He froze, spoon halfway to his mouth. âUh⊠eating pudding?â
âIn a biohazard container?â
Steve frowned, staring at the container like it had betrayed him. âIt was in the fridge. I thought it was clean.â
You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. âSteve, thatâs for medical samples. It literally says âBiohazardâ on the side.â
He looked so horrified and embarrassed that you almost felt bad for yelling at him. Almost.
âI⊠should probably stop eating this,â he said quietly, setting the container down.
âYa think?â you muttered.
By the end of the week, you were exhausted. You collapsed into your chair in the break room, head in your hands, wondering how you were still sane.
Natasha walked in, holding a cup of coffee. She placed it in front of you without a word.
âThanks,â you mumbled, sipping it gratefully.
âDonât let them get to you,â she said with a smirk. âTheyâre idiots, but theyâre our idiots.â
You sighed, leaning back in your chair. âThatâs the only reason I havenât quit yet.â
From the hallway, you heard Tony shout, âWho used my arc reactor as a paperweight?â
You groaned, already bracing yourself for the next round of chaos.
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FOUND YOU
Invincible & Blue Diamond!Reader
^^pov you nuzzling mark
(yes these will be put in parts)
these bbls killin yall đ„đ„
i never really watched steven universe so ive been doing super duper research and hope i got the idea of her character right
and this might just be platonic rather than romantic idk
if theres any romance in this it might be cecil and/or nolan
1.5k words tho i might be a beast (/j đ„)
fic under the cut :P

âMark, thereâs some kind of giant thatâs causing tsunamis, hurricanes, and some real fucked up storms up on the west coast. Itâs also abducting people at random! I need you to go and settle this immediately! Before more lives are lost and more people go missing!â
Cecilâs voice cuts out from the comm in Markâs ear. Mark sighed, he was enjoying his time chatting and having a nice barbecue with his friends. Rolling his shoulders and stretching out his limbs, Mark stands, preparing himself for what could be a possible fight.
âWell! See you guys later, I guess.â
Mark makes a move to walk away from the group before Eve speaks up.
âAnother mission from Cecil? God, he canât give you a break, can he? I mean, you just got back from those two bank robbers who do the same shit every week. What is it now?â
Putting her hand on her hip, Eve is very unhappy with how Cecil is overworking Mark. She stepped away from the team to do her things to help the world and stop being badgered around by the old fart. Why couldnât Mark do the same? Sure, he needs to get his mind off of things after what happened with his dad, but he needs to know his limitsâŠ
âSome⊠giant on the west coast⊠Nothing big! Nothing I canât handle. Itâll be quick! Iâll- Iâll be back for some more wings though!â
Markâs expression goes from confident to a bit nervous. Yeah, heâs been in this hero business for about a year and a half, but giants were still a bit troublesome to him. Preparing to take off soaring into the sky, he stops after Rex speaks up.
âHey, man! Why donât we come and help!â
âOh- no thatâs not- you donât have toâŠâ
Rex gets up, a big stupid grin on his face. Placing his hands on his civilian clothes, he explodes them into his hero suit.
âIf the giant is nothing big then we could come with and wrap things up quickly and have a long time needed beach vacation! We could beat that giant and tan in the sand afterward! And if Cecil needs the Guardians, then fuck him! He can have Samson and Immortal help him out!â
Monster Girl giggles, getting up along with Rudy. Rae smiles, standing up as well, and placing her hands on her hips.
âThatâs not a bad idea. Iâm so down for a beach day!â
âThen itâs settled! Robot! Fire up your little doohickey and letâs go take down a giant!â
The others exclaim in agreement and preparing for the trip over to California, Mark smiles warmly. He is so happy to have some hero friends like them. Even if theyâve had their arguments and scuffles from time to time (mostly from Rex), heâs still grateful to have allies and friends with them.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Sighing, you look down at the tiny humans running rampant. Scanning everyone as much as you could, one caught your eye. Is that who youâre looking for? Reaching your hand out, you grab the humanâs arm, dragging him up towards you.
The human screams out in pain as his shoulder dislocates from your handling. Dangling him in front of your hooded face, he looked close to who you were looking for. Mustache and seemingly young. It has to be him. It has to be Nolan. Heâs probably the closest one youâve found so far, along with the other 34 humans youâve caught.
Humming, you move to put him in the bubble you have trailing behind you. A bubble that contains the aforementioned other 34 humans youâve taken. The bubble wasnât super uncomfortable for themâ it contained little rock formations you found, along with fruits and fountains that could prove useful to them ever if they needed it.
Before you could place him in the bubble, you hear a whizzing sound, then boom! The human is gone!
âWh-what?â
Flipping around, you search for him, before locking eyes on some pink figure floating a couple of yards in front of you. The same pink figure is holding your human.
You reach out to take him back from the random figure before the pink figure begins to fly towards the shore. Panicking a bit, you move through the ocean and follow her.
âGive him back!â
Now being closer to shore, youâre also closer to the flying pink thing. Reaching out once more, you flinch back as some sort of projectile hits your hand, blowing up on impact.
Whipping over to see what that was, you see a bunch of humans on, what looks to be a flying rubbish contraption, another projectile is thrown at you. The human throwing them laughing maniacally, obviously getting a kick out of hitting you with the explosives.
Grunting and getting annoyed very quickly, you watch the contraption fly around you. A robot on the contraption begins shooting beams at you, not like it was doing anything to you, just irritating you more. And as if those things werenât annoying enough, some green ogre thing jumped off and gave you a mean left hook to the face before landing back on the contraption.
âGrrngh- enough!â
Swatting the contraption out of the air, the humans (and robot) rush off of it in order not to get injured. You reach out to grab them but then, the pink thing comes back, wrapping some kind of pink rope around you. Struggling to move, you get ready to break out of it before another flying being, this time a male, comes at you with a right hook. The force of it knocks you down completely. You gasp, knowing only one being who had that kind of strength.
Now down on the ground, bound by the pink bonds from the pink figure, you look up at what brought you down.
âNolan?â
Gasping heavily, a blue aura comes from your body in waves, causing the ocean to stir and also causing the heroes in front of you to weep profusely. Tears coming down your face as well.
With Eve now feeling immense sadness, her powers begin to weaken. She looks to the others as theyâre now groveling in the sand sobbing. Even Rex! She looks out to the coastline and sees the waves crashing into each other and coming to the shore in big waves. Gasping and looking back to Mark, she sees him staggering in the air, feeling the effects of the giant womanâs power as well. Not as much as them though, due to his Viltrumite genes.
Before the waves could sweep up her and the team and possibly drown them, she used the last of her strength to gather the team and fly them out of the giantâs range so they could recuperate.
âMark! W-weâll come back-! Urgh-!â
Mark nods to her in acknowledgment and understanding and Eve takes off with the team. Seeing that theyâre gone, Mark flings himself at you, hoping that another few punches would make you stop inflicting this feeling on him and any possible person within a 30-mile radius.
Getting closer and closer to you, he reels his hand back mustering whatever strength he could into his fist. He is stopped though, your hands immediately clasping around him, bringing him closer to your face. Your hood coming down, Mark could see your face in full clarity and the giant tears that were treading from your eyes. You were⊠etherealâŠ
âNolan! I finally have you back!â
Through your tears, you smile greatly, your aura intensifying and your waves getting bigger. Mark looks at you in confusion, his head tilting.
âWhat?â
Bringing him closer to your face, you nuzzle your cheek against him. Your ginormous tears almost drowning him, he sputters trying to find air. You pull him away from your face a little, fully taking in his appearance before gasping.
âYou look worse than ever! In what universe could that possibly be fine?!â
Now bellowing loudly, you crunch over on your knees, sobbing.
âIâve waited thousands of years for you to come back⊠Now look at you⊠Weak⊠Frail⊠How can you come back to Homeworld looking like this?â
Oh⊠The giant woman thinks Mark is his father. âŠAwkward. Mark squirms uncomfortably. Youâre a bit calmer now though. Your saddening aura lessening substantially. The tears on Markâs face slow down but yours still go. Markâs vision beginning to clear up, and he finally got a good enough look at you. Long hair, long lashes, blue skin, curvy. Damn. He quickly tried to speak about the moment on hand. The unnatural disasters and the abducted people. But, the only thing on his mind right now is how you know his father and what your relations are with him.
âUh- The- Whereâs-? Iâm not- Well- I donât-â
You place a giant finger on his lips, shushing him.
âNo, no. Donât speak. You must save your voice and energy for the trial.â
âTrial? What trial?â
âWhy, yours, of course.â
What. Whatâd his father do this time?!
#invincible#invincible x reader#platonic maybe#mark grayson#idk i tried to make it like the show where blue kept calling steve pink diamond but instead itd be you referring to mark as nolan#but then it felt weird so i was like fuck it this might js be platonic w mark#nolan grayson#omni man#cecil stedman
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could i request playing suck and blow at a house party and steve deliberately drops the card to kiss reader? like in clueless lol
Your wish is my command.
Steve x Reader
TW: Implied drunk sex, drinking



Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl.
Steve. Robin. Eddie. Nancy. Billy. Carol. Tommy. You.
Eight bodies sit in a tight circle at the center of the Harrington home. Itâs not a typical Saturday night. Steveâs parents are out of town for the weekend and what started as a small gathering somehow turned into a rager, has now dwindled down into just a small gathering once again.
Itâs nearly three in the morning. Youâre tired, and youâre absolutely drunk, and you arenât exactly sure why Eddie was so incessant on playing this game, but the promise of cuddling up next to Nancy in the guest bedroom if youâd just get it over with is too good to surpass.
You sit back on your palms and observe everyone surrounding you. Nancyâs eyes are half lidded and sheâs slurring something unintelligible while leaning against Eddieâs arm. Billy is looking at Carol with the same smile he gives Mrs. Wheeler at the pool and neither of them seem to care that Tommy is nearby. Robinâs tired, you can tell. Her mom was supposed to pick her up a half hour ago. On the other side of you is possibly the only person other than yourself who still has a semblance of their own bearings.
Or it seems that way, at least.
Steve has been fucking shitting himself all night.
âWhat, are you just gonna keep watching her from across the room like some⊠forlorn lover?â Eddie had teased him earlier in the night. And to his credit, Steve had been staring.
He couldnât help it. He had just enough liquid courage in his veins to help him stand on the precipice of making a move, without ever really being brave enough to take that leap.
Besides, itâs just easier to watch from afar, isnât it? No ruining the âfriends-of-friendsâ relationship that the two of you have. No making things weird if things go south. And things do tend to go south for Steve.
Once party goers began to say their goodbyes, Eddie had whispered his idea to Steve between a shared cigarette by the pool. And Steve had agreed. That fucking liquid courage had allowed him to, but where was it now?
Steve sits beside you screaming internally. He can feel the heat of your fingers where they sit only inches from his. The plush meat of your thigh presses snug against his knee, Eddie had insisted that everyone squeeze in as tight as possible. He swears he can smell you. The cherry vodka that youâve been taking shots of all night with Nance. It weeps off of your breath every time you throw your head back with laughter and Steve has purposefully stayed away from that bottle all night just so he can taste the cordial sweetness on your tongue for the first time.
âSuck. And. Blow.â Eddieâs words are loud and demanding of attention, but sexual. And for good reason.
He has a cheeky grin on his face, an ace of spades fixed between two fingers. All eyes are on him, but unfortunately for you, youâve caught his attention.
âOnly fair that the birthday girl start us out, right? Counter clockwise.â He holds the card across the circle and you look at him with surprise.
âWhy do I have to pass it to fucking Tommy?â You spit while snatching the card from his hand.
âBecause weâre not giving Hargrove the chance to plant one on my girl,â Tommy juts in quietly enough that Billy apparently doesnât hear him.
Which is a fair argument, you canât lie.
You roll your eyes. Just one game. Thatâs the only thing standing between you and sleep.
The circle quiets as you bring the card to your lips. Had this been earlier in the night, it mightâve stuck to your lipgloss and Tommy wouldâve really had to suck to get it loose. It rests loosely against your parted mouth now, your breath caught in your chest as you turn toward Tommy and lean in. One stutter in your lungs and youâll be fighting Carol in the fucking driveway for planting one on her man.
You donât drop it, though. Tommy leans toward you and kisses you through the card. Even with that protection you can tell heâs uncoordinated and eager.
From his lips to Carolâs, from Carolâs to Billyâs, from Billyâs to Nancy and so on. It feels drawn out. Everyone has to make a thing out of their kiss, donât they?
You watch through bleary eyes as Robin passes the card from her lips to Steve, thrilled that this is finally over.
Until Steve turns toward you, ace of spades still pressed against his mouth.
Sleep who? You're more awake than ever. You freeze for a second as he begins to inch closer, unsure now of how this game works or what you're even supposed to do.
But then Steve waves you toward him. With the forward, "come here" motion of his two fingers, Steve nods. Somehow reassuring you that this is okay, this is standard. Right?
So why are you only just realizing how thick his lashes are? They frame his warm chestnut eyes beautifully, enhancing the summer tan sitting on his skin and the freckles accompanying it. Of course you've thought about Steve Harrington like this before, at least mildly. Everyone has. But now it feels...
His eyes start to flutter closed as his face nears, his head tilting to seemingly fit yours. Normal, fine. Your heart doesn't drop until you feel those same two fingers he'd used to beckon you forward on your thigh. Tracing your skin, brushing the plush flesh of your outer knee just gently enough for a chill to settle over your skin.
Steve's nose tickles the tip of yours, his forehead coming to rest against your own. You can smell his cologne so well, the vanilla and cedar tones that smother your sinuses. Itâs almost strong enough for you to taste, the alcohol on his tongue permeating through the air and coming nearly close enough for it to bleed onto your tongue, if it werenât for the card protecting his lips.
Except now there isnât a card protecting his lips.
You see a flash of bubblegum pink, his flushed lips becoming visible as the ace of spades slips between your bodies. It happens quickly: his free hand in your hair, your mouth being pressed against his, the hoot and holler of guests surrounded you at a deafening volume.
But now you know what Steveâs tongue tastes like. He slips it past your lips, presses it against your teeth until you grant him access to your curious mouth, and then you taste the shots heâs been taking all night. Intoxicating a rich, pouring down your throat to intoxicate you further.
You donât know when, but your hand moves up. You find the collar of his shirt, dragging him toward you even in the close proximity. Steve hesitates at first. His fingers stiffen in your hair as he forgets how this works. Is he supposed to pull back? Climb on top of you? Instead, his other hand reaches for the loop of your jeans.
âEveryone get the fuck out,â he mumbles against your lips, and no one seems to hear him but heâs still pulling you forward. Pawing at your waist, reaching for the button on your pants and kissing you over and over and fucking over again.
âI said everyone get the fuck out!â Steve shouts this time.
And the hoots and hollers die into laughter and scrambling feet, car keys jangling and a front door slamming. Your back meets the Harrington living room carpet and you feel Steveâs hot breath move down your chin, over your throat until he reaches your chest.
Maybe you can do without sleep for just a little bit longer.
#stranger things#stranger things fic#steve harrington#steve harrington short#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#platonic stobin
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Sit Down Now and Rest
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Description: You had anxiety and depression, and Tony and Bruce were more than happy with getting you anxiety meds the moment that you asked. When you stop taking your meds, your mental health plummets and spirals as well as your physical health, and everyone notices. Don't worry though, they're there for you.
Pairing: (Platonic) Avengers x Teen!Reader
Type: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Depression, anxiety, sickness, fainting, dizziness, taking meds(both medicated and just vitamins/iron supplements), dehydration, insomnia, depressive and hurtful thoughts, reader doesn't talk very much in this, nicknames(Kiddo, Kid, Hun)
Word Count: 1,627
Note: I may or may not have written this with too much of myself being present⊠But it's fine! I also wrote this at like 2 in the morning so it's kinda rough but I just needed to get this typed out so here ya go! Also, the characters might be kinda ooc because I haven't watched any marvel movies in a little while but I've been hyper focused on fics with them lately so yea. And I am working on my tlou and tech fics, it's just hard to find the motivation to write them, but don't worry, I'm working on em.
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You were quick to notice that you stopped taking your meds. You knew that they helped you, but you couldn't get yourself to start the habit of taking them again. You wanted to, most definitely, but you couldn't. Every day was the same. Wake up, look at your meds, contemplate taking them, saying you'll take them later, go train, eat, and then not take them.
You also stopped taking them at night too. You had even set alarms so that you'd remember to take them, but it didn't help at all. Natasha was the first to notice that something was up, being the closest one with you. When she realized that something wasn't quite right, she made sure to keep a close eye on you. She was quick to pick up how dizzy you looked when you'd get up, sometimes not even being able to stay standing before you crumbled back onto the couch. You'd always play it off as if you just lost your footing but she and everyone else knew that that wasn't the case.
One morning you had gotten up much later than you had recently been getting up. When you checked the time, it was around two in the afternoon. You got up and went to the kitchen, feeling extremely hungry after forgetting, and also just not wanting dinner the night prior. When you arrived in the kitchen, Tony was there. He had kind of taken up the father role in your life.
The moment he saw that you had finally arose, he was quick to make a snarky comment in good fun, âAh! The beast has finally awoken from their slumber, now off they go to find their beauty.â
You only roll your eyes, ignoring him. You felt exhausted, even though you got close to ten hours of sleep seeing as you fell asleep around 4 in the morning. You couldn't find anything easy to fix or that looked appetizing in the fridge or pantry so you just opted for a bottle of water that you would only take a sip or two of then leave with your other five almost full water bottles on your nightstand.
Before you could go back to the confines of your room, Tony had to ask you a question, â Hey kiddo, did you take your meds?â
The question caught you off guard, not expecting him to ask seeing as he hasn't asked in a real long time.
âOh yea! I, um, took them earlier but fell back asleep. Yea, that's what I did!â
You try to make it seem like you weren't lying through your teeth, but weren't very successful because of how exhausted you were. However, before Tony could confront you, you book it to your room. You hide there for the rest of the day, not coming out for Dinner. Steve had come by to tell you that dinner was ready but you told him that you weren't very hungry as you just kept your
on the book that you had your nose in. You kept your light on all night, not feeling tired.
The next morning, Nat knocked on your door around eight, coming to get you so that you could train with her. When she opened your door, she saw you laying on your back staring up at the ceiling. You looked exhausted and had dark circles under your eyes. When Bat opened the door, you flung up in surprise. You hadn't heard her knocking so you weren't expecting for the door to randomly open. You couldn't tell who it was at first because your vision went fuzzy black as your body tried to accommodate the sudden movement that you caused. Nat waited for you to acknowledge her.
When you did after a couple seconds, you looked over at the time, confused. It had just been two the last time you looked at the clock. How could it be eight all of the sudden? You were brought out of your thoughts by Natasha trying to talk to you. You zoned back in, giving her a questioning look.
âI said, are you ok? You look exhausted Hun. I came by to get ya to come train but it looks like you need to rest for a couple days.â
âOh! No, I'm fine. Just give me a couple minutes to get ready and I'll be down and we can get to work in no time!â
She gave you a skeptical look but nodded, closing your door behind her.
When you got down to the training room, Bucky and Steve were there with Natasha. They smiled upon seeing you walk in. However, Bucky and Steve's bright smiles dropped upon looking at your figure. You were slouched, tired eyes not fully open and your eye bags were extremely dark.
Bucky was the first to point it out, âHey Kid, you ok? You aren't looking too good.â
You only shrugged, your body aching and your throat feeling scratchy and sore for some reason.
As you're sparring with Natasha, you continuously have to stop the match because you go into coughing fits. As finish with your last coughing fit you go back to Natasha, but she's packing her stuff up.
âWait, where are you going?â You're voice comes rather harsh and rude as you ask the red head.
âI think you should rest for the rest of the day Hun. I'll come check on you in a little while. But go take your meds and also some cough syrup and eat something.â
You didn't say anything as you grabbed your stuff and walked back to your room. This was stupid. It was just a little cold. You can still fight. You need to train. Deep down though you knew you needed to listen to her and do as she said. In the end, you don't. You go back to your room, take a sip or two of water, get a small snack and then sit down in the living room with a book.
You try to read it, but you can't stay focused for long enough to. Your mind is spiraling and racing. You kept replaying how training went. You were so pathetic. And rude. How could you be so rude? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You slam the book down onto the sofa, huffing.
You hadn't noticed that some of the others had joined you in the living room. They look up at you, surprised. They weren't used to seeing you like this. You tried to get up quickly, wanting to get away from this embarrassing situation.
The moment you get up, the world goes black, buzzing and ringing is the only thing you can hear as you collapse. You feel something picking you up and setting you down on the couch. You blink your eyes a couple times, slowly feeling sensation being restored in your body. You look around you and see that Bruce is coming over with a damp cloth and water. Nat has your head resting in her lap and Tony has your hand in his. They all look worried as they stare down at you. You hear gasped as Steve and Bucky walk in.
Questions are being thrown at you, too fast for you to comprehend. You instinctively put your hands on your ears, feeling overwhelmed. They all quiet down upon seeing this. Tony is the one to ask the questions from then on.
âHey, it's ok. We're sorry, didn't mean to overwhelm ya like that. Can ya sit up?â
You nodded, feeling embarrassed now. Tony nodded and Nat helped you sit up, allowing you to lean against her.
âOk, drink some water, you're ok,â Tony hands you the water that Bruce had brought over as Bruce is wiping your face with the cold damp cloth.
âYa feeling better?â
âYa, I'm fine.â
âHave you been taking your meds, kid?âTony doesn't hold back, knowing what it looks like when you don't take the meds that have been helping you produce what your body needs.
You sheepishly look down at your hands that are fidgeting in your lap. You inhale sharply before shaking your head no.
They all sigh, Natasha being the one to talk this time, âWhy haven't you been taking your meds, Hun?â
âI-I just don't want to⊠I don't like the feeling.â
They looked at each other, wondering what to say. As they look at each other, you go to stand up, but they make sure that you don't get up.
âSit down now and rest,â Bucky's voice comes from behind you, his hands still on your shoulders.
âI'm sorryâŠâ Your voice comes out in a whisper.
âYou're forgiven kiddo, but ya gotta start taking your meds again.â Steve comes over and sits on the other side of you as he speaks.
âI know.â
âHow bout I take my medication with ya? God knows that I haven't been taking it as much as I should be,â Tony chuckles as he tries to negotiate with you.
You didn't know if it would actually help you but you were open to the idea.
âGood, drink some more water. Now what do you want to watch? Hm? TV's all yours,â Tony stood up, giving you the TV remote as everyone decided to sit down on the couch.
You picked your comfort movie as you snuggled up with Steve and Nat. Tony had gotten you some actual food, and by the time the movie was over, you had drank all the water, ate all the food, fell asleep, and almost everyone else had fallen asleep as well. You felt safe with the people that cared about you all around you. You knew that this would be a journey, but you also knew that you weren't alone.
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Tag list: @fakegingerrights @macchiato-dreaming22 @silnebula
#the avengers#avengers x reader#avengers x teen!reader#avengers x platonic reader#natasha romanoff#tony stark#steve rogers#bucky barnes#bruce banner#fluff#angst#hurt/comfort#avengers angst#avengers fluff
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ex husband steve who is desperate to win you back, uses the kids an excuse to pop over all the time, once here used the excuse he had to stop by because they left one purple crayon in his car
Steve's her daddy now



(in the most wholesome way)
So.... I may have written an entire little blurb for this because I can never just do a small thing.
Shout-out to @keeryhours for beta reading this for me. Lord knows I can never get this man just right.
If y'all want more of this let me know !!!
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Pairing: Ex-husband Steve Harrington x fem reader
Tw: mention of fertility issues, mentions of divorce, mentions of food, fluffy hurt/comfort
A date.Â
The first date you had been asked on in over a month and with your divorce semi-final you were more than ready to get back out there. You had tried separation and it was easier than you thought but also the hardest thing you had ever done.Â
At first, you didn't even really notice a difference. Days were long and far too lonely. It was almost like the days that Steve would spend locked away in his home office only to roll over in bed and see that he had found his way eventually. The only major difference was legroom and how your dog filled a steve-shaped space. And then things started to become a little hazy.Â
Steve had never wanted a divorce so separation was already a failure in his book. He thought providing was the way to a happy life and a fulfilled relationship but money was the farthest thing from what you found important now. He spent his time plotting, hoping, and praying to whatever god might still pity him. Pitiful, heâd think. Pathetics more like it, he would tell himself over and over.
You wanted fun and a love that would last through things lower than low. Hardships you couldn't face without him and he figured that all out way too late. You wanted reassurance on the little things, things you knew you didn't need it for. It's just nice to hear a little praise now and then.Â
Was it too late?Â
He had yet to sign off on the last of the paperwork. Kept sending it unsigned. You knew it was hard for Steve to grasp that this was ending. It had been the only real relationship you two had ever felt was true. The only one he felt in his bones, felt it to his core. you were his soulmate to stand by him for the rest of his life.
So when you told him you weren't happy, his entire world turned upside down. How did he not see it? How could he go day by day not noticing how the tectonic plates were shifting and he hadn't even felt a tremor? Â
He knew he needed to change. Things he didnât think needed work made him exhausted trying to bring that feeling back. That feeling of belonging he sought out was just barely out of reach.Â
He moved out thinking it would help to give you your freedom to try new things, insisting he do the same, but every single time he tried to even flirt with another woman he felt sick to his stomach. Knots and tangles of a string heâd desperately tried to untie. You had been the one to always undo and thread through the tangles. He couldnât do it on his own, he never could.Â
He knew he needed to get you back no matter the cost. Robin had flown in the second she heard the news. From drunk lips to sober ears, she yearned to take hold of him a thousand miles away. Robin had always been the person Steve could lean on. The only person he trusted to not let him fall too far. She had set up shop, and Steve had recruited her for his mission. How could she say no to him? His big ass brown eyes stared up at her with tears in them as he cried about all the time he spent fucking up his life. Her best friend was shattered and she was taking the little shards and trying to crazy glue them back together.Â
He spent his next month taking a sabbatical from work to try and see how he could fix things and when news of you going on your first date since the split came to him, he was livid. He had no right to be and yet his blood was reaching boiling points sure to have smoke bellowing from his ears. You knew that news would travel to Steve in a town as small as Hawkins; you had just hoped that the news wouldnât hit him until after the date had ended. How sadly you were mistaken.Â
Steve showed up at your door in his yellow sweater, one you had told him for years was your favorite. Some jeans that fit him perfectly, a pair you know he dug out of the depths of suit pants and khakis, Steve looked as if he had walked right out of a picture you took long before things went south. A wet dream, the man before you stood tall and had that cocky little grin you loved to kiss the corners of.Â
â Steve?â you asked as you opened the door a little wider as your daughter had tried to push through at the sound she knew as her father's car.Â
â Daddy !â her small voice rang out as he stooped down low to scoop her up in his arms.Â
â Honey bee ! â Steve yelled back, just as excited.Â
You became pregnant not long after vows were exchanged. His parents swore you had trapped him, and wanted to take his familyâs money. Ruin their golden boy on the fast track to running his father's company, but they could shove it where the sun didn't shine. They were not going to take this and twist it for Steve.
The person you had been trying for months and months with. The person who took you to get hormone shots when things didn't sync up exactly as planned. The man who sat by every negative test and shared frustrated tears with you only for them to turn into tears of joy at the smallest pink plus there ever was.
Scarlett Grace Harrington was born on May 15th, 1989 and she was perfect. She had her father's eyes and a small mole on the left side of her nose. You knew she would have constellations to follow as she grew, matching Steve's. She had her mother's cheeks and her hair was soft and she gripped Steve's finger with the strength that had him laughing through the tears. His baby girl was going to be the strongest, most brave girl there ever came to be and ever would be. Just like her mother.Â
Scarlett jumped into his waiting arms and he lifted her into the air settling her on his hip. She was just turning four in about two weeks and she was about as chaotic as they come. Really taking a page out of her uncle Eddie's book.Â
âYou're a little early to come to get Scar. I thought you and Robin were doing dinner?âÂ
âNah, change of plans. She wanted to get some quality aunt time in so I'm here to scoop her and we are going to head on over to the diner and meet her there. She went shopping with Nance so Iâm sure she went overboard with gifts. I Mean Eddie gives her one little guitar and she thinks Scarlett will never speak to her again.â Steve huffs out as you hum in amusement at Robin and Eddie's godparent war takedown continues. Â
âUkealele.â softly spoken and Steve furrows his eyebrows.Â
âWhat?âÂ
â Itâs not a little guitar, itâs called a Ukelele.â Steve smiled. He missed the small corrections, even if they used to get under his skin. Now he craved that correction and wanted to have that seared in his brain like a fun fact you never forget. Missed watching the way your gear turned like he could see the thought form in real-time.Â
He coughed and set Scarlett down to go and told her to go and grab whatever toys she might want for the night. Anything she might want to show Aunt Robin.Â
â You look nice, got big plans tonight?â he shifted his gaze from where your sundress met your thigh, watched as his eyes traveled up your torso and landed on your collarbone, his favorite place to hold and bruise deep purples and blues with his tongue. Loved the way they tinted yellow on the last days, a reminder for him to add more as time went by. Like a flower reminding him to buy a bouquet once it started to wilt. He wanted to claim you, wanted whoever got to see you in this dress to know that you were spoken for.Â
He couldn't be selfish, but god did he want to.Â
â Iâm, uh, I'm seeing someone tonight on a first date, kinda. Dinner and a movie. Nothing serious .â Steve sucked in a breath trying to find the center of it, letting it out slowly through his nose. You stood with your back to the counter, arms out on either side. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab you but instead he opted for leaning against the island in the middle of the room, as if he was bracing for impact.Â
â You think this is too much?â He looked up at you and shook his head slightly in disbelief. He could see how nervous you were. How your hands kept fidgeting with the ring you still wore on your left hand. How you had a waver in your voice at even asking him the question. Unsure if the words made it to him or not you did a small spin and ended up next to him. â It Is Isnât it?âÂ
â No, Itâs perfect.â He reached out and plucked a small lash that had fallen to your cheek. Holding it out to you with a smile on his face. â Make a wish?â you glanced up with eyes wide making his stomach knots slowly untangle as you closed your eyes, thinking of the perfect wish. They fluttered back open and you blew the lash off his fingertip and leaned into Steve's gravitational pull. He was the damn sun and you wanted to burn out like starlight. Blackhole to a time before things became how they were. A silent knowing he made the same wish.Â
You heard small thundering steps as Scarlett bound her way into the kitchen, ready for Steve to take her on her grand adventure. Coloring book and backpack in hand, he helped Scarlett into her seat, buckling her up and making sure she had everything she could possibly need for the night. You stood in the car door and waited for Steve to move out of the way making his way to the driver's seat as you said your goodbyes to your daughter.Â
â Alright, sweet thing you better be on your best behavior for Daddy and Aunt Robin.â Making sure she was secure even if Steve had done it twice over, you still had to have that peace of mind. âI want you to have so much fun okay baby? Make sure your daddy and Aunt Robin donât argue over waffles and pancakes.âÂ
âWaffles are better!â Steve scoffed from the front of the car. A laugh was earned and it was like music to Steve's ears. Like a song, he played it over and over until it was ingrained into his deep tissue. It sent a warmth through him. Â
You ducked in to kiss your daughter on the cheek and whispered in her ear. â You take care of Daddy okay?âÂ
â Okay.âÂ
â I love you, baby girl.âÂ
â Love You More.â Steve smiled and added on his small infraction of what you used to say to each other.Â
â Not possible.âÂ
â Yes possible.â He heard it barely audible as he shot his head up to look at you through the rearview mirror. He felt his heart squeeze and his breathing stop. He looked up to see you wipe a tear from underneath your eye as you turned to walk back towards your front door waving at them from the porch, Steve bit back a few unshed tears of his own as he looked back at his sweet child dancing in her seat to the Abba cassette he had been playing.Â
The diner across town that had taken the bones of Benny's and built atop of it, had become one of the staples of Hawkins, much like its former establishment. The once dingy bar stools now stood with a gloss top finish and booths that were once ripped to shreds now had a bounce from being reupholstered. The tile was redone and the staff all now wore whatever made them comfortable instead of that stuffy little uniform they had to endure back when they came and ate in high school.Â
Fed and a milkshake on the way, Steve could feel the way Robin knew something was off. He looked up at her from helping Scarlett find her way through the small maze on the back of a kid's menu the diner had printed out and she just knew. She always did, he never understood it but she always knew. She would tell him his aura was off or that he seemed different even if it was just that he found a penny on the ground. She always knew.Â
âWhat's up dingus? What's the long look for ? Before he could even answer, without missing a beat as she was coloring in a flower Scarlett spoke.
âNot possible.â Steve stared down at his daughter in awe, there was no way that his four-year-old before him was this perceptive. Robin raised an eyebrow.â Yes possible,â Scarlett sang as she colored away on her menu and Steve sat stunned. He knew she didnât understand but it made him make a decision one he should have made a while ago.Â
â Hey, honey bee what about we make that little flower over here purple ?âÂ
â Daddy there is no purple.â Steve bit his lip as he looked up at Robin.Â
âBlue and re-â but Steve had interrupted Robin.
â Huh, but you have purple at home, right? âSteve was speaking two conversations at once. He was telling Robin, asking her to take care of his baby and lend him her keys. Too much work to take a carseat out of the car, not for what he needed to do.Â
â Yes, I think so,â Scarlett answered as she continued to color her page, unaware of the bigger picture.Â
â Alright, how about this? Iâm gonna go get that really quick okay baby? That way when we go to Uncle Eddie's tomorrow we can draw him his own purple flowers. Sound good? She looked up at Steve through her long hair and nodded emphatically.Â
â Alright, Iâm gonna have Aunt Robin and you build a fort, and when I come home with your crayons we can color and watch your favorite movie.âÂ
â Snow White !â Robin smiled at Scarlett while taking her keys out and setting them on the table knowing Steve was going to do this, argument or not.Â
He told her thank you countless times and she swore that if she didnât get a bagel and a coffee from her favorite place in the morning he would be disowned until he found the fountain of youth. Driving home to you felt like it was taking forever, like he was waiting for the pen to drop. Hoping he could catch you before you went on your date, to convince you not to go. He didn't know how he was going to do it. All he knew was that it needed to be done and it needed to be done now.Â
As soon as the tires hit the driveway he could feel his heartbeat, that pulsing in his ears you get when you are scared to jump off the diving board. The one you get before you kiss the love of your life for the first time. He jogged to the door and knocked until it felt like his knuckles were bruised. Waited and waited until he heard that shuffle from behind the door and there you stood in shock.Â
âWhat's wrong? Is Scarlett okay? What happened ?â you rush out and see that your daughter is not even with him. â Where is Scarlett, Steve?âÂ
â Robin has her, safe and sound I promise.â you take a breath letting the panic subside and the confusion set in.Â
â Steve, Why the hell are you here right now?âÂ
â Scarlett needed her special box of crayons.â he smiled all saccharine and sweet, letting the confusion make you shake your head and raise your hand while the other finds your hip.Â
â Special Cra- What are you even talking about right now?â Â
â Purple⊠She needed Purple.âÂ
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Curtis!reader: Yeah, I think people will be pretty happy with my winning phrase: âYou just got banged.â Then I point to my bangs.
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Part one
Previously; You heard Eddie say that you weren't his type, you're devastated and decide to distance yourself, Eddie notices this and realises how much he misses you...and how much he likes you đ
Part two warnings, Eddie making a fool of himself, the boy has a serious crush. Mutual pining, idiots to lovers.
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Now that Eddie has noticed you, it's like he can't stop. He looks out for you in the hallways, secretly hoping that you'll talk to him like you used to.
"Dude, would you go and speak to her instead of gawking at her like an idiot" Gareth snaps, Eddie throws him a dark look and looks away from you.
You're chatting to Robin animatedly and you're just mesmerising. You never opened up like that around Eddie, he's worried he's unknowingly made you nervous around him.
Gareth mentioned about the crush you had on him, was that still the case? He's frustrated because he wants to talk to you, but he feels flustered and unsure what to say.
A rarity for him according to the rest of Hellfire. Assholes. They were right though, he could run his mouth about Jason and his band of buttheads, talk for hours about D&D and heavy metal.
But how is he feeling right now around you? Well this was different. He could be shy if he was attracted to someone but he always knew what to say, even if it was some inane babbling.
Around you though he drew a blank, babbled and blushed much to the rest of the gang's amusement. Fuck they would never let their fierce dungeon master forget that you turned him to absolute mush.
If he could have one proper conversation with you before the week is out then he would be a happy man.
Seeing you being so open around Steve doesn't help either, envy claws at his insides and he feels irrationality jealous of Steve Harrington.
Gareth takes pity on Eddie's failing to talk to you and mentions about the drawings you had done for Hellfire.
"She's really good dude, maybe you could start the conversation with that" this perks Eddie up and he decides to just go for it and speak to you.
He walks over to you as you're chatting to Robin as Eddie approaches you peer up at him and smile. "Oh hi Eddie"
"Uh, hi sweetheart, Gareth says you had some drawings for Hellfire. Would you like to show me them. If you want?" He asks you. Crosses his fingers behind his back.
To his delight you agree. "Sure, I was meant to show you a little while back but uh I was busy, I'd love to show you" he gestures to you to follow him and the two of you head to the drama room where Hellfire is hosted.
Carefully you lay out your drawings on the table, you feel like your whole body is buzzing with nerves as he leans over you to take a look. His fingers caress over the drawings and he lets out a soft gasp of surprise.
Your drawings are amazing and he tells you and you beam at him, pleased that he likes them. Eddie pauses as he shifts one of the pictures away and his eyes widen, "Is that me?" he takes in the photo and you move it away mortified.
The drawing was of Eddie as the Dungeon Master but exaggerated with certain D&D elements and bats that represented one of his tattoos.
"That's an incredible drawing sweetheart" you duck your head to avoid his gaze, that familiar shyness you feel around him, coming back tenfold.
"Thanks" you murmur and you swear your heart might beat out of its chest when he moves closer to you, his breath almost tickles your neck.
"Can I keep this?" He asks and you nod feeling delighted that he likes it so much. You're still confused why he's talking to you so intently and with interest now but you put it out of your mind.
Maybe the two of you could at least be friends? It might help you finally get over him. It wasn't a foolproof plan and you could end up falling even more for him but it was worth a shot.
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To your surprise Eddie comes over to chat to you all week at school and in Family Video, sometimes you feel like he's making excuses just to talk to you. "Someone's got a crush" Robin teases and Steve doesn't look happy as you help Robin unpack new stock.
"Took him long enough to realise it" you shake your head and ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the thought of Eddie liking you. It couldn't be true though could it?
"He doesn't, he's just interested in my drawings" you explain and you feel the brief hope you had slipping away.
"Yeah...that's totally why he's staring at you like a lovesick puppy, your drawings" Robin subtly nods over to Eddie who nearly knocks several videos over when you catch his eye. There's a sweet goofy grin on his face and a pink tingle to his cheeks.
You had never seen Eddie blush before, he was usually so confident, the blush was endearing. Wait why was he blushing? Surely it couldn't be because of you could it?
No don't be silly. He likes Megan, you're not his type. "He doesn't have a crush on me" you shake your head refusing to believe it.
Robin brightens then gently nudges you to the front of the counter. "Well, he's coming this way, so..." You smile as Eddie walks over to you and is quiet for a few seconds before he blurts out the question he's been dying to speak to you in private.
Curious at what he's going to say, you decide to take your break a little early since the store is quiet for now, you follow him outside and can't help notice how jittery he is. Why was he nervous? Did you make him nervous? The thought was a tiny bit thrilling.
Eddie seems to be struggling with what to say, you wait patiently as he takes a deep breath then it all comes out in a mumbled rush.
"Sorry, what was that Eddie?" you move closer to him, confused at what he's saying, it was all jumbled and quiet. He flushes a little bit then steels himself instantly looking determined.
"Gareth said you had a crush on me and I'm wondering if that's still true?" He blurts out and you freeze. Ah shit.
"Does it matter? You don't like me that way, I'm not your type" you wince at the sadness that colours your tone.
"You're wrong" his voice turns impossibly soft and you stare at him puzzled. You heard him say that you weren't his type.
"I heard what you said to Gareth and you were hoping Megan noticed you" you point out to him, he blushes and nods, not denying it.
"Yeah I was a dumbass, when you weren't around I missed you like crazy and realised how much I really do like you and I'm not interested in Megan, not anymore" Unbelievable, you shake your head torn between amusement and being completely stunned.
"You sure do take your time Eddie Munson" you eventually reply to him and he gives you a heartmelting smile and on an impulse you kiss his cheek, then at that moment Steve yells that your break is almost done. Great, just great.
Picking up your bag, you wave goodbye to Eddie and rush to get back inside, Eddie touches his cheek where you kissed it and a big smile breaks across his face. He's dazed and happy for a few seconds, then he comes to. "Hey, princess. Will you let me take you on a date sometime?" He yells over to you.
You peer up at Eddie through your lashes, "Sure...definitely sometime" you smile at him then turn away, try to control the fact you want to squeal out loud. You're trying to act cool and nonchalant.
Eddie who has no compunction about expressing how he feels practically struts his way back to his van. You stifle a giggle and know the sometime date will be soon, very soon.
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id lovee to hear ur rankings of the comic book men from appearing to be the most normal to something is obviously wrong w them (if that makes sense... like,,,, who is and isnt an obv red flag)
ur writing keeps me fed :3
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!!! GN reader, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of stalker-ish picture-taking, mentions of schizophrenia and anxiety, poor treatment of mental illness, mentions of violent behaviors, murderous Bucky Barnes, Tim Drake (heâs just a problem), mentions of suicidal tendencies, can be translated as platonic or romantic.
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Remember, this is from least to most, meaning weâll talk about the seemingly well-adjusted folks first and gradually move up to the, âokay, what the fuck is wrong with himâ peeps.
Wally West: The way heâs playing everyone like a fiddle is downright disrespectful. Heâs filled to the brim with green flags, easily appearing as one of the safest guys on the planet. Even when you start to suspect something, you have to constantly second guess yourself, because come on⊠itâs Wally. What the fuck can he do wrong? Donât even bother voicing any of your concerns. No one â and I mean no one â will believe you. Having problems with Wally West? The embodiment of a warm summer evening? Damn, that sounds like a you problem. Poor Wally, having to deal with a crazy weirdo.
Dick Grayson: Heâs got an amazing personality and pretty privilege working for him. At this rate, the masses manipulate themselves. Only those who are extremely perceptive will pick up on the cold glint in his eyes, and even then, the mystique only adds to his charm. By the time you realize heâs been hiding a darker side, itâs too late. Everyoneâs too captivated by how endearing Dick is to hear you out. Even those who know him personally â who know about his struggles and rough patches â think youâre full of shit. Dickâs an emotionally mature man, so why donât you just talk it out with him?
Steve Rogers: This is a bit unfair, considering the leverage heâs granted as Captain America, but hey⊠work what you got. While it may seem obvious to you that heâs way too overbearing and protective, good luck trying to get other people on your side. Everyone else thinks itâs a part of his 40s charm. Social norms were just different back then; why canât you be more appreciative of his old-fashioned care? Besides, youâre probably overreacting. Is it really that bad? Steve is the leader of the Avengers, so maybe youâre just taking his authoritative demeanor the wrong way.
Clark Kent: Iâm gonna be so for real, any man from a fuckass state like Kansas is going to come with some personality quirks. People will probably give him the benefit of the doubt by default. Just a farm boy trying to navigate the big city and canât even hurt a fly. Sure, he can be odd at times, but nothing makes him an inherently bad guy. This is the same man that helps old people cross the street, for godâs sake! He most definitely means well, itâs just a matter of setting boundaries with him. Whatâs the worst he can do?
Remy LeBeau: Despite what differing opinions may say about The Gambit, Remy seems like heâs got his head on his shoulders. His âred flagsâ are more on the blurry side. Do you count excessive flirting as a red flag? What about hiding behind charisma and a fake ego instead of going to therapy? Some people may say yes, others no. But in terms of glaring red flags, Remyâs relatively clean. Weâve all got our issues, no? Being a thief doesnât make you a psycho. That being said, due to Remyâs shifty past, people may be more inclined to listen should you ever express that somethingâs wrong.
Peter Parker: Honestly⊠heâs a bit of a weirdo. Nothing obvious at first, but the longer you know him, the more behaviors you may pick up on that make you go, âoh⊠well⊠thatâs weirdâ. Take his Polaroid obsession, for example. Heâs got at least one photo in every jacket pocket, dozens in his wallet, and a fuck ton in his desk. Poor guy accidentally spilled them all over the ground once, which naturally sparked rumors. But Peterâs a sweetheart. Clingy, but still a sweetheart. Maybe heâs just a little messed up due to everything heâs lost in his life.
Bruce Wayne: Okay. Red flags in the playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne? Absolutely unheard of. Heâs an absolute angel. According to all of the stan accounts out there, he could do nothing wrong. But red flags in the real Bruce Wayne? Where do we even begin. Distrusting as fuck, paranoid, argumentative, the occasional fit of violence, a known manipulator and liar⊠want me to keep going, because I can. Itâs very hard to rank Bruce due to the ginormous contrast between general public opinion and those who actually know him, so he goes smack in the middle. Billionaire Bruce Wayne would never be a horrible person to you, but the real Bruce Wayne 100% would.
Jaime Reyes: Because of how mental illness is stigmatized, Jaimeâs unfortunately labeled to be dangerous. But itâs not really his fault. That damn scarab has him muttering to himself like a crackhead, and naturally assumptions will be made. When actually given a chance, people will learn that Jaimeâs a nice kid. He just probably struggles with schizophrenia or really bad anxiety. Yes, his paranoia can get bad, but again; mental illness. Heâs never proven himself to a threat, despite what others may think. He just needs help (but thereâs no way to combat the manipulation of Khaji Da. Jaime lost that battle the moment he became Blue Beetle).
Hal Jordan: Oh, yeah. Heâs got red flags alright. But theyâre mostly normal ones, like his ego and horrendous stubborn streak. Lots of guys out there are like that, and are they considered freaks? No. Well, not all of them. However, it is a bit concerning that heâs willing to throw hands at the drop of a hat. Broâs one major freak out away from catching assault charges like theyâre PokĂ©mon. But if itâs any consolation, it should be noted that he hasnât gotten into major legal trouble. On Earth. Yet. Some call him rough around the edges, others call him a severely troubled individual. Either way, he definitely needs to seek professional help.
Scott Summers: MAJOR red flags. Heâs an overbearing control freak that really needs to work on his⊠well⊠his everything. Emotional intelligence, temper, daddy issues⊠yeah, no. Heâs an amazing leader, but probably someone you should steer clear from otherwise. Most wouldnât be surprised if you two were having issues. Itâs not like he wears all of his problems on his sleeve; the iceberg goes much deeper than that. Though he sure as hell doesnât present himself as a well-adjusted member of society. Proceed at your own risk. Donât say you werenât warned, because you probably were.
Bucky Barnes: This is the opposite of Captain Americaâs case. His reputation as the Winter Soldier kind of skews the perception of him to be a walking red flag. And you know, he really is. Bucky is extremely dangerous. Down to snap necks anytime, anywhere, no amount of charm or endearing quirks will make people feel fully safe around him. His history of violence did not stop post-brainwashing. And itâs not like heâs hiding it, either. Thereâs this crazed gleam in his eyes that just screams âfuck around and find out,â no matter what his mood is. Who in their right mind would involve themself with THE Winter Soldier?! Yeah, no shit youâre having issues with him. He is an issue.
Tim Drake: Bro is the epitome of âyouâre scaring the hoes.â He could be walking down the street â face neutral, hands in his pockets â and total strangers will get the sense that something is deeply wrong with him. The aura around him exudes the reddest of flags. Yes, his face and intelligence are attractive, but even those who have fallen for his pretty boy swag canât help but sigh dreamily and think, âhe really needs to be institutionalized.â Disturbing humor. Creepy staring. Mood swings. Suicidal tendencies. Sadomasochism to the max. The list goes on and on and on. If Dead Dove: Do Not Eat was a person, itâd be him. What were you expecting? Itâs Tim fucking Drake.
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You Were My Sunshine
Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.
Word Count: 3K
A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.
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âHave a good day.â Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.
You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.
âSo, weâre really just accepting this?â Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and heâs sure you canât hear him.
âYes, Buck.â Steve says firmly.
âBut-â Buckyâs protests are cut off by Tony.
âSheâs entitled to her privacy.â He says firmly. âJust let it go, Frosty.â
Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.
Youâve always been an open person, youâre always there for everybody that needs you and youâre not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.
Your life is an open book.
Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.
You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you donât use credit cards anywhere.Â
Itâs like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.
At least thatâs how the team sees it.Â
Theyâve all tried to figure out where you go, but thatâs the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:
Donât worry about it.
After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it.Â
Everyone except Bucky.
Itâs not like youâre that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.
Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.
Thatâs why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.
He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldnât follow you, that youâre allowed to have your secrets. But he canât help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane.Â
He just needs you. to know.
So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, itâs one of his favorite places to visit when heâs in the city.
He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like youâre looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.
You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. âHarry Potter and the Half-blood Princeâ, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because heâs talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Buckyâs favorites.
You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.
Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky youâre too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.
He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.
Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you canât really see him unless you were really looking for him. But youâre so engrossed in reading that Buckyâs sure he could sit next to you and you wouldnât even realize it.
He knows you get like that when youâre reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times youâve read them already.
Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.
Itâs actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?
But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something youâd done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when youâre so into the words youâre reading.
So why do it in secret?
After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the bookâs trance and gather your things before getting up.
Bucky frowns when you donât get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Buckyâs never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you canât see him.
He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. Itâs clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like youâre pretty close to them even though heâs never even heard you mention this place before. When youâre done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesnât want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.
After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and heâs surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.
Itâs clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.
So why donât the Avengers?Â
You looked so comfortable with all the people youâve met today, Bucky canât help but think that maybe you donât feel like you belong on the team.
You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.
He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.
He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.
âHi, momâŠâ You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Buckyâs sure itâs a forced smile. âHappy birthday.â
You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadnât eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.
âSoâŠâ You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.
A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.
Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.
You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.
âSo, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.â You say with a small smile. âItâs our favorite, hadnât read it in a while.â
Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.
âIt took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.â You say with a small chuckle. âItâs like 400 pages in, donât judge me.âÂ
Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He canât help but find you adorable.
âIt is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.â You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. âThatâs what you told me when I was scared of the darkâŠâ You say quietly with a smile.
âAnd thatâs what you told me before youâŠâ You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.
That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.
Heâs more than surprised that he didnât know your mother died, and heâs pretty sure the rest of the team doesnât know either.
Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.
But Buckyâs even more surprised to see you breaking down, something youâve never done before. Youâre cheery, youâre bubbly, youâre everyoneâs little ray of sunshine.
And it breaks Buckyâs heart to know youâve been falling apart when youâre by yourself all these years.
âIâm sorry I only come here once a year, I justâŠâ You start, so quietly that Buckyâs glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. âI miss you so much and I canât⊠I canât bear this.â
He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you canât stop crying.
âIâm trying to be the person you lovedâŠâ You say after a moment of silence. âYour little ray of sunshine.â You chuckle softly through the tears.
It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. Itâs how youâve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you donât want anyone else to feel that way.
You are my sunshine
Buckyâs thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing.Â
My only sunshine
Bucky knows this song. Itâs a lullaby that heâs heard you sing once before.
Clintâs family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.
You probably didnât realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and itâs not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clintâs room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.
You make me happy, when skies are grayÂ
You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little.Â
Youâll never know, dear, how much I love you
Bucky can see youâre having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.
Please donât take⊠My sunshine⊠Away
Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.
Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these.Â
Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...
Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. âHeyâŠâ He says quietly.
His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.
Bucky didnât expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.
âGoddammit, Bucky!â You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.
For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.
âDid you fucking follow me?!â Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.
âIâŠâ Bucky doesnât know what to say. He knows heâs in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. âIâm sorry, I didnât-â
âYou didnât what?!â You snap at him. âYou didnât understand what the meaning of privacy is?!â
Bucky doesnât know what to say, heâs never seen you this angry at anyone thatâs not an enemy and surely never at him.
âIâm sorry, okay?â He says quickly. âIâm sorry, I was just curious, I didnât think this would be it, I thoughtâŠâ
âYou thought what?â You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.
âI thought maybe you were a supervillainâŠâ He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. âOr a stripper.â
His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand heâs just joking before you actually punch him in the face.
Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.
âI really am sorryâŠâ He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. âI know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didnât plan on bothering you at all, which doesnât make what I did better,â He quickly adds when he sees youâre about to say something.
âBut when I saw you crying, I just⊠I couldnât help myself.â He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. âYouâre always there for everybody, I donât think itâs fair that you donât let anybody be there for you.â
You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know heâs right, you donât let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.
But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...
So you let him.
You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.
âShe died when I was 14.â You say quietly. âI only had her, so I was on my own after thatâŠâ
Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.
âA few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressedâŠâ You have a faint smile at the memory although itâs clear youâre about to cry again. âThey offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I donât know⊠I wasnât alone anymore.â
You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering.Â
âDollâŠâ He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. âItâs okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.â
His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way heâs looking at you so lovingly, itâs all too much for you and canât hold back your tears anymore.
With a broken sob, you bury your face in Buckyâs chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.
In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes itâs not like you donât feel like you belong with the Avengers.
This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because youâve always had to.
And heâll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.
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Natasha: *before a mission* Whoâs turn is it to give a pep talk?
Steve: *sighs* Y/NâsâŠ
Y/N: *stands dramatically on the table* All right, people, letâs fuck shit up out there and not die!
Tony: *wipes away a fake tear* So inspirational
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B-u-c-k-y? Bucky
Pairings: father!Bucky Barnes & child!reader, featuring Steve Rogers & child!reader and Tony Stark & child!reader (all platonic)
Imagine: The beginning of your relationship with your father and a glimpse at the progress
Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of Hydra, mention of child mistreatment, mention of experiments, reader describes as tiny to clarify more that hydra treated them bad, mention of medical equipment such as syringes, not proofread, if you find anything else please tell me
A/N so donât know where this came from but I havenât been able to write something in months so Iâm just happy to be able to write again hopefully, donât know if I like it or not but here we go anyway enjoy
Kinda short, dunno about 2000 words or so
might make more parts to this
Sparks lit up the dark corridor as Bucky and Steve walked down the stairs to be met with red lights flashing above each door as the alarms blasted their annoyingly high pitched sound that made your ears ring afterwards. One look at each other, they gave a nod and split up as they took one side each of the corridor.
The first room Bucky opened was filled with cabinets made of plastic and in each was different kinds of test tubes with what looked like some kind of poisonous liquid. Syringes were spread out over the desks neatly. Bucky felt chills run down his spine as he saw the hospital bed (or more like a table with white a quilt?) in the middle of the room. Handcuffs made to restrain a person laid neatly on the bed. Blood covering the sides of the bed and his mind went back to 1945, when Arnim Zola experimented on him. Which had coincidentally also been at a hydra base. His gun raised as he searched the room for any kind of lifeforms, when he found none he went on to the next door.
This continued for at least five more doors, some of them being lab rooms and some what looked like prison cells fortified with extra protection, meaning whoever had once been inside couldnât have fled on their own.
When he opened the sixth door, Bucky scanned the room and had it not been for the red lights flashing once in a while and the lamp that flickered out a dull light he would've missed the tiny child in the room. Knees pressed to their chest. Hospital gown clinging to their skin from blood and cold sweat. The room had cold chills and even for Bucky who tolerated the cold more than others he could feel the freezing temperature in the room. He lowered his gun and put on the softest expression he could muster during these circumstances. Bucky glanced out the door and yelled out with a soft voice (to not startle the child) once for Steve, Buckyâs gaze not soon after fell back to the quivering child, that was you, who stared at him with wide scared eyes.
Bucky took a careful step towards you as he kneeled down slightly to put his gun onto the floor. He gave you what was supposed to look like a kind smile but looked more like a grimace as he thought about what you must have been through. As soon as you saw Bucky coming closer he watched as dark blue smoke covered your tiny frame and not a second after you were gone. Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked around the room for you. His eyes fell on the coroner farthest away from him. You had covered your ears with your hands and your eyes were shut. Your body was tense and knees still pressed to your chest as you quivered further into the corner. Bucky stayed in place not knowing entirely what to do. At that moment he saw Steve walk through the door sparing a glance towards you before back at Bucky his shield raised as they both heard people run their way. With a sigh from Bucky they both left you for the time being as Hydra soldiers started to fill the end of the corridor.
As soon as you heard the sound of shots (your hands not able to muffle out the sounds that came right outside of the room you resided in) die down you opened your eyes. You watched with curious eyes as Bucky (not that you knew his name) walked into the room once more. Like before he put his gun down and gave you a kind smile, this time his hand slowly reached out for you. He watched as you pressed yourself girder into the corner as you stared at his hand.
âhey, hey, okay, itâs okayâ Bucky raised both his hands into the air to show he meant no harm as he cautiously took another step closer. âI wonât hurt youâ Steve watched from the door opening as Bucky interacted with you. His gaze shifted to the metal objects (or what looked like toys for children) in the room that had started to slightly hover over the ground, including Buckyâs gun.
Buckyâs eyes glanced towards the hovering objects and was a tiny bit glad that you hadnât done anything to his left arm. âWhat's your name?â he let out a sigh as you didn't answer knowing you probably wouldn't answer anything he asked you, hell he didnât even know if you could understand him. His head tilted slightly as he took slow steps forward until he knelt in front of you. The metal objects (except his arm) are rising higher into the air.
âare you alright, you hurt?â He said clearly as he watched you start to pick at the side of your arm where blood was running down onto your hospital gown. He watched as you picked at multiple wounds, some of them he could clearly see were from syringes and his eyes saddened. Both Bucky and Steve watched as you pressed yourself deeper into the corner, as you tried to hide the many bruises that littered your body.
âcan I-we help you, can you let us help you out of here?â Bucky gestured with his hand to him and Steve as he said the word us. Once more he didnât get a verbal answer but instead he got you to move out of the corner slightly. Bucky held his hand out to you once more and watched as you carefully placed your tiny hand in his much bigger one. He couldnât help but to give a soft smile once more towards you.
"Can you walk?â And yet again there was no answer. Bucky looked at you with an uncertain expression as you stood up. Your body swaying from side to side. He carefully and slowly to make sure you could stop him if you wanted to, took you into his arms. Making sure you wouldnât fall he stood up straight and started to walk towards Steve who smiled slightly at Bucky as he watched you shut your eyes and bury your head into his chest. The metal objects all crashed to the ground with a loud clatter of noise in various directions.
This had all been four months ago and Bucky had finally started to get you to trust him enough for you to let him teach you how to talk, write and read. By now you also trusted the rest of the avengers enough so that you wouldnât try to hide from all of them except Steve (excluding Bucky). Tony would most days let you sit beside him as he made new iron man suits and at some time along the way heâd let you help him by using your powers to bend a metal the way he wanted it to be. This would in the end result in you running up to Bucky proud of your accomplishments and for Bucky to ruffle your hair and tell you how proud he was. These interactions with Tony also led to you having more control over your powers at least one of them. You still tended to teleport yourself unintentionally to the other side of the room if you were scared.
Today it just so happened that Bucky held another lesson with you to help you speak. So far you were able to say yes and no and some other basic things such as âhungryâ and âtiredâ. However even though you were starting to learn you still most of the time stuck to being nonverbal and only shook your head yes or no or shrugged your shoulders when you didnât know.
At this moment Bucky had tried to teach you to say his name and so far your tries had been good but as he knew you were a slow learner which he realized the first time he started to teach you, he knew you wouldn't be getting his name right in a while. For Bucky however this was just a minor setback as he felt he had to teach you everything after all as it so happened he was your father.
As soon as you had gotten to the Avengers base they tried to find out if you had any family that had filed a missing childâs report and to know what your name was as you refused to speak (them not knowing you didnât know how to). Bucky had to promise you that he would be there for every test they did to you to make sure you were as healthy as you could be at that moment for you to let them be near you with any medical devices. As it turned out Hydra had somehow created you from Buckyâs DNA meaning he was listed as the father in the old Htdra records they found at the Hydra base they had attacked. They had also found out that you were around 8-9 years old. There wasnât a specific date listed anywhere on when your birthday was, only what year you were born. This had shocked all of the heroes as they by the way you looked were way younger. All the more information they gained only made Bucky feel more guilty. Even if he didnât know about your existence he still felt guilty over the things you had suffered with Hydra. The fact that you looked so much younger made him feel more guilty as it showed how poorly they had taken care of you. If he just looked at you he would assume you were around 5-6 years old and maybe your powers helped your appearance look younger but it still made him feel guilty.
Bucky had to shake himself out of his thoughts as he watched and heard you try to pronounce his name correctly.
âB-b-a-b-a-ck-yâ You fumbled over the words as you hugged the Iron Man plushie Tony had given you a few days prior after he saw you holding a Captain America plushie. Ever since you hadnât let go of the new plushie, much to Buckyâs demise and Tonyâs ego.
Your father couldnât help but to smile at you, it had been a long time since he smiled as much as when you came into his life and he hoped that maybe you could heal the part in himself that he found to be broken.
ânot Aâ he pointed to the letter a in the book you held in front of you âsweetheart, itâs b-u-ckyâ Bucky pointed at each letter as he said them. He had originally wanted to teach you to call him dad first but as you had no idea what that word meant yet and only ever heard people call him bucky that's what he went with to for now to not make you confused.
âba-cku?
Bucky chuckled slightly and remade his actions as before. He pointed to each letter as he said them. âb-u-c-k-y, buckyâ
âB-u-c-k-y?â
âThat's right sweetie, B-u-c-k-yâ Steve spoke from beside you as he took the other seat next to you as he brought you a plate with different types of sliced fruit as they were still trying to see what you liked to eat.
You took fruit from the plate and tasted it. Munching on it you smiled slightly up at Bucky. âBu-cky, Bucky? Buckyâ
Both super soldiers let out encouraging smiles as you repeated Buckyâs name as if it was a chant. Buckyâs smile held more pride than the others who had heard you as he ruffled your hair. He smiled more brightly as he watched you stand up and ruffle his own hair mimicking his actions. With that he let out a small laugh and kissed the top of your head as you sat down once more, ready for Bucky to teach you other words.
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I miss when the Avengers hung out, Thor ate Poptarts, Loki moved in, Natasha did Ballet, Clint was in the vents, Steve couldn't cook and was drawing, Bucky and Sam were bickering, Tony and Bruce were in the lab, Wanda cooking, going to school with Peter.
âŠit was never real but I miss it.
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