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rosedpetal · 10 months ago
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Behave
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Summary: Bucky shows you what happens when you test him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: smut.
Minors, do not interact.
Masterlist | Part II
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You didn't mean to be so overbearing, but you just loved him so much.
"Doll, you have to stop giving the stinky eye to these women. It's getting embarrassing." He whispered on your ear, his grip tightening just a little bit on your arm as he smiled for the people schmoozing at Tony's gala event. "Seriously, when did you get so jealous?"
"Jealous?" You scoff, adjusting the skirt of your long dress, softening the slightly wrinkled fabric. "Barely. I just wish you didn't look so smug with all those single bitches fawning over you."
"In my time, we used to call them spinsters." Bucky raised his eyebrow at you.
"Well, that's just sexist."
"And calling them bitches is not?"
Your glare made him shut his mouth, a little smirk threatening to tug at the corner of his lips.
"I get it, okay? I'm being too much. It's just that I'm so obsessed with you. Why can't I just be one of those wives who barely wait for their husbands to drop dead?" You sighed, adjusting his tie.
He chuckles, a low rumble reverberating through his chest. He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, amused at you. "You're crazy, you know that? But it's okay. Your psycho side is almost as cute as your clingy and needy one."
You roll your eyes. "Gotta admit, though. You looked really hot over there talking to them and signing autographs and all. If I didn't want to stab your guts off, I'd be horny... " You paused. "Okay. I'm horny either way."
"Behave." Bucky hissed, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to the two of you. At the sound of your little crazed giggle, he snapped his head back to you. "How much have you had to drink, by the way?"
"I didn't drink that much. I don't know what's taken over me, okay? You're just... Ugh!" You groaned, and Bucky blinked, a little taken aback. "You're hot. Are you taken?" You playfully bat your eyelashes at him and he chuckles.
"Well, I do have a wife. But she's quite small, so I think you can take me from her if you want to." He smirked, rubbing circles on the small of your back.
"Ugh, you're married? I bet she's a fucking witch."
Bucky shakes his head, getting his lips close to your ear. "Honestly... My wife is quite crazy. Sometimes I'm scared at how unhinged she can be when she's jealous."
"Is she hot, though?"
"Oh... She's so hot. Just thinking of her has me feeling all types of way... But she's also quite needy. It gets on my fucking nerves. I swear, that woman could drop on her knees to beg for my attention."
"Is begging the only good thing she can do on her knees, though?" You purr.
Bucky checks again for any nosy listeners, relaxing a bit as he realizes you're too are safe.
"Well... She also prays really well, just like a good girl should."
Your could feel your gaze becoming a little unfocused, your core warming up. "I wanna choke you so bad."
Bucky's face and neck turn a little red. "Jesus, baby. What has gotten into you tonight? Is it all because I dressed up?"
"Maybe. Do you think it's possible for humans do go into heat?"
"Oh. I don't know, are you?"
"Breed me. Breed me. Breed me." You chanted on his ear, and his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully.
"Stop right this second." He hisses. "I do not need this right now. Are you trying to get me hard in public, you little shit?"
"Is it working?"
"You're going to pay for this."
"Are you gonna give me your belt tonight?"
"Y/N-"
"What? Is this too kinky for you? Is the idea of marking my ass with your leather belt too much for your poor brain to handle right now, baby?"
Bucky closes his eyes, fists clenching on his sides. Then, he grabs you by your waist, pulling you to the nearest room he could find.
He swiftly unlocks the door, assessing the small supply closet you two are in. It's not ideal, but it'll be enough. His hand fly to your throat, pressing on it slightly, eyes darkened with desire, his slacks tight and uncomfortable. "Filthy little tease. You enjoy riling me up, don't you? Do you think you'll get away with this little stunt you just pulled, huh?"
His vibranium hand snakes under your dress through the slit on your thigh, his eyes darkening at how soaked your underwear is. "Tsk. Does being a little slut make you wet, baby?"
You whimper, completely overtaken by lust, his digits teasing your clothed clit. "You can try to give me shit for misbehaving, but you love how obsessed I am with you, isn't that right? You crave my attention. You thrive on how needy I can get for you."
Bucky's eyes darken, the beautiful expansion of his blue irises only getting noticed by you by the moonlight reflecting through the small window.
"You're giving me fucking butterflies, Bucky. What the fuck? Wasn't that supposed to stop after we got married?" Your brows furrow, your indignant tone making a little snicker escape him. He hooks his finger on the waistband of your panties, a sharp tug being enough to rip your underwear.
"I didn't vow to bore you 'til death do us part, doll. I'll never stop making you feel this way." He whispered, gaze softening at you. Time seemed to stop as he inched closer to you, lips brushing against your red painted ones. "I fucking love you, you unhinged little thing."
"Love you too, baby." Your eyes close shut, mouth hanging open as he fingers you in the supply closet, swallowing your moans with his tongue, bucking his hips on your hand as you palm him through the straining fabric.
Reaching down, you swiftly undo his slacks, pulling them low enough just to free his twitching cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance.
With how lubricated you are, he only has to spit on his cock and moisten the length with his hand, a low growl leaving his mouth as he sink on your heat, inch by inch.
There's a moment of silence as you two lock eyes, your weeping pussy welcoming him with a tight grip that he swears it makes him harden, if that's even possible.
Your head falls back with the first shallow thrusts, a small gasp leaving your lips. Bucky's gritting his teeth, pulling you up, your legs wrapping around his middle. Then, he slams into you.
You can't even speak, getting your walls bullied repeatedly by your husband's thick cock. "F-fuck! Bucky, ohmygod, wait!"
He smirks, not slowing down a second. "I told you were gonna pay for being a menace tonight. What's the problem, baby? What happened to the slut who told me to breed her just a few minutes ago? Where is she? Huh?" He circles his hips, buried deep inside you, making you see white. He swats your thigh, his voice rough. "Answer me."
A little, humiliating whine escapes you, and he chuckles again.
"See, baby? How I can fuck the brat out of you? How you should think before riling me up? How you can't back up for your little antics?" His vibranium thumb circles your clit, the coolness of it only serving to make you orgasm quicker.
Bucky moans at your walls clamping violently on him, a grip so deliciously tight it makes him wanna pull his own hair. So he tugs hard at your locks instead, exposing your neck for his greedy lips as he comes inside you.
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deadtired-highkeyenergetic · 5 months ago
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Jealousy
Just an idea that popped into my head. So many jealous!Bucky fics but where's my jealous!reader ones?
Summary: You get jealous when you see Bucky so close to someone and decide to do something to stake your claim
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"Staring like that won't do anything."
You glance to your left, raising an eyebrow as Natasha takes a seat next to you. She smiles back, clearly amused at your predicament and takes a sip from her glass of what smells like whisky. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to your glass, poking the large ice cube inside.
"I'm not staring." You scowl, stabbing the ice a little harder with the toothpick in your hand.
"Glaring then. I could feel the heat all the way from the other side of the room."
"Oh please, that's an exaggeration. The only heat around here is the body heat from all the party guests." You look up at Natasha who has this devious look in her eyes. You're a little afraid of what's going to happen next, the last time you saw that look in her eyes was when Tony found all his suits decorated in bright pink confetti that refused to come off for a week.
"Really? Then tell me, how long has that girl been harassing Barnes for?"
"About fifteen minutes give or take." The words slip out before you know it, and regret immediately hits. You just proved Nat's point, and you hate yourself for it.
"Ok fine, I was staring. But it's only to ensure she doesn't do anything shady, or go too far." You raise your hands in surrender. Natasha's smirk lets you know she hasn't bought that excuse one bit.
"Go on." Natasha is clearly trying to hold in her laughter, enjoying it as you fumble for more excuses as to why you were staring at Bucky and the girl by his side.
"Was Y/N caught staring at a certain someone again?" A new voice joins in the conversation and you groan. Wanda slides into view, eyes bright with amusement. "You're getting less subtle as time goes on."
"Please just leave me to drink in peace," you sigh, flopping face first onto the table.
"When the chance is right there?" Wanda chuckles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You need to go there now and ask him out, or that girl is going to steal him away."
"Couldn't have put it any better myself." Sam comes into view, grinning like a maniac. "I told you before, Bucky's obsessed with you. Man refuses to shut up about you, mentioning your name in his vicinity just sets him off and suddenly he's rambling like some grandfather telling his grandkids about the good old days."
"Will the three of you just scram?" You weakly hit Sam in the arm, causing him to laugh.
"No can do, Y/N. Not when we're the best wingmen and wingwomen in the house." He flashes the other two a grin which they return, clearly delighting in your suffering.
"Hear hear," Wanda chimes in and you give her a small push of annoyance.
"Time's ticking, Y/N. The girl's starting to feel Barnes up." Natasha pats you on the back. "It's now or never."
"I'm going to end all three of you someday." You mutter, pushing yourself upright. Looking at the man who captured your attention the night you found him in the kitchen trying to distract from the nightmares, you realise that he is, in fact, trying to extract himself from the girl whose hands have wandered a little too far.
Something takes over, maybe it's the beast inside that wants to lay claim to everything you consider precious, maybe it's jealousy at how forward the girl is compared to you, but whatever it is, it sends you forwards towards the pair.
Your fingers curl into fists, eyes narrowed as you stalk towards them, a fire coiling inside your chest.
"Hands off my man, or I'll remove those hands for you. Permanently." The words come out as a growl, and your eyes darken. You may be shorter than Bucky, but you're far more intimidating right now, standing by his side as you place a hand on the small of his back.
Bucky blinks, looking at you with surprise written all over his face. He's only seen you like this once — when he'd been badly injured during a mission. Back then you'd stood over him, snarling at anyone who came a little too close and tearing into enemies who dared to try until the medics arrived. Even then, it had taken the combined efforts of Sam and Natasha to calm you down enough such that the medics could attend to him.
"Oh, you didn't tell me you were already seeing someone." The girl smiles, waving at you. "They seem…nice."
Bucky laughs nervously, "they are…nice…"
You narrow your eyes, lips curling and the girl backs off, hands raised in surrender.
"Alright alright, I'll be going on now. See you around, Bucky! If you ever want an upgrade, you know where to look." She winks, waving at him as she leaves, dress swirling around her legs. You hiss, glowering at her retreating figure before turning around, ready to head back to your drinks when a hand rests on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"Hey doll, about what just happened —"
"Nothing happened." You push his hand off but he simply moves to block your way, giving you a poke in the chest.
"You at least owe me an explanation as to when I became 'your man'." His ice blue eyes sparkle with mirth, a finger gently sliding under your chin to tilt your head upwards. "Is this your way of proposing to me?"
"I —" You feel your cheeks heat up. "I just —"
"Speechless? That's a first." He smiles and you hear your heart thundering in your chest. "You know, if you wanted to go out with me, all you had to do was ask."
You swallow, placing a hand on his chest and push. "You just seemed uncomfortable with her, that's all. Go find yourself a better upgrade."
"That's going to be impossible. After all, I've already found the perfect one and they're standing right in front of me." He closes the distance, taking your hand in his. "So where would you like to take 'your man' tomorrow at 7pm?"
You stare up at him, stomach flipping. Your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Is this real? Did Bucky just agree to go out on a date with you?
"Does pizza night work or would you prefer something fancier?" He probes, giving your cheek a poke. "Earth to Y/N, are you still there?"
"Yeah. Yeah, pizza night works. That…that sounds good. I'll see you then." You fidget nervously, struggling to compose yourself.
"Didn't think all it took to shut you up was ask you out on a date. If I'd known that I'd have asked you out earlier." He nudges you with his elbow, chuckling.
"Shut up. I'm talking now, aren't I?" You huff, glaring at him.
"There's my Y/N, back to being the most annoyed person to ever exist." He reaches over to ruffle your hair but you shove his hand away.
"Well, I wouldn't be so annoyed if a certain idiot would stop being an idiot." You're fighting the losing battle of being irritated at him, weakened by his acceptance of going out on a date with you tomorrow.
"You did just ask said idiot out, what does that make you?" He grins.
"Someone who's stupidly in love with said idiot, I suppose." You lightly punch him in the chest, embarrassed, and he laughs.
"About time I got you to admit it." He smiles softly at you. "Sam told me that you returned my feelings but I never quite believed it until now. I told him I'd wait until you asked me out, and here we are, although I didn't expect your proposal to go like this."
"I'm too sober for this, I need more drinks. Coming with?" You pinch the bridge of your nose and start to head towards the bar.
"Of course. Can't let my doll out of my sight now, can I? Not after they claimed me so dramatically." He loops his arm around yours and you feel the tips of your ears burn. You can smell his cologne, his scent, and he's yours now, officially. It makes you giddier than any alcohol ever could and it's a nice feeling. Maybe asking Bucky out wasn't such a bad idea after all, even if it didn't go as planned. It did turn this party into a memorable one, and you're sure that girl won't be back to try anything funny.
You're still going to end those three wingmen and wingwomen though.
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justkending · 7 months ago
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Pink or Violet? (Part two of "It's just a papercut..." Drabble)
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(Part two of "It's just a papercut..." Drabble)
Pairing: Grumpy Bucky x Avenger Reader (Enemies to lovers)
Word Count: 2600+
A/N: Well, wow-ee wow, wow... Y'all blew up the last little drabble connected to this one, so I had to grant myself some writing time today to come up with a follow-up drabble. This one is a lot more lighthearted and a good 5-8 months in the future (your choice, really). Thank you, guys, for all the love on the last one, and I hope this one is a nice extension of it ;)
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“Have you ever considered going brunette? Whoa!” I sense the knife before I see it and manage to expertly dodge it with a laugh. “Hey, my teammate said I’m not allowed to get stabbed anymore, big guy,” I shun, turning in my spot, kicking the man in the nuts, and as he folds over in pain, I hold his head perfectly to knee him in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch, causing him to land with a thump to my side. “Rude to interrupt conversations, too, dude.” 
Currently, we were in the middle of a stakeout… Or what started as a stakeout and now is a full-on brawl. 
Nat and I were rudely interrupted in our conversation about disguises we wanted to try, when an explosion in the facility we were monitoring took over the west wing. 
“I’ve done a wig,” Nat answers as she jumps, doing one of her classic moves where she’s sat on the shoulders of her assaulter, choking him out with her thighs before flinging her body to where she’s standing again casually and the man is incapacitated passed out on the floor. “Not that I didn’t find it flattering, but it’s harder to dye back with such a dark color.” She shrugs as she moves on to her next victim. 
I bend grabbing the knife from the man I just took down and flip it a few times in my hand. “Makes sense.” I nod with a convinced look. “On your right,” I hum, and she ducks while I throw the knife perfectly to where it lodges itself in the thigh of her attacker. 
A blood-curdling scream sounds at his pain, and I pout at him in fake sympathy as Nat shoots her widow bite as he falls, making him shake in shock before passing out. 
“What about you?” she asks with a breath, brushing her hair out of her face. “Ever considered a neon green?” 
“What? No. Am I trying to get caught in this undercover scenario?” I reload my gun before holstering it, and we start jogging to our next spot. 
“I just think it’d be fun to venture away from the neutral tones for once. Maybe there would be a mission where you did need to be found and-” Nat’s cut off by coms in our ears. 
“Ladies, enough salon talk,” Tony’s voice comes through. “We have a situation in the northeast corridor with much more pressing matters happening!” 
“We’re coming!” Nat groaned. “God. Micromanager is in full force today.” 
“Besides, Y/N’s skin complexion wouldn’t work with a neon green. Maybe a pink, though…” Tony continues before his comms cut out, and he’s back to shooting things from the sky.
“Oh, pink would be really good with your skin tone,” Nat seconds as we turn a corner. 
“No one is dying their hair pink! I could use some backup!” Bucky’s shouts come from the comms next.
“Where’s Steve?” Nat asks, pausing at a fork in the halls before signaling me to follow. 
“Caught up at the moment,” Steve’s grunts came through my earpiece. 
“Almost there, Barnes!” I note as we come to the hall where he’s supposedly located. “And I’ll have you know, if I want to dye my hair pink, I’ll damn well dye my hair pink!” 
“Guns, Y/N,” Bucky groans. “I have guns going off around me and at me. I’m not worried about a fake scenario right now. I’m worried about a very real one that’s-” He’s cut off and grunts a few times. “Please just-” 
The two men he was up against fall slack to the ground, and he’s left panting with relief as he turns back to me, standing at the end of the hall with my gun lowering down to my side. 
“Please, what? I like it when you use your manners,” I smirk as I walk up proudly to him. 
“You need to be humbled a touch,” he notes, shaking his head as he checks his weapons and reloads them while I walk to stand by him. 
I roll my eyes before assessing our surroundings as he gears up. “You’re just jealous because the girls have more fun with undercover makeovers. You want a pink wig too?” I tease, poking his shoulder. 
He playfully shoves my own and makes me teeter some as I laugh. 
“I got the information!” Steve’s shout come back through. “We can wrap this up.” 
“Thank God,” I groan, adjusting my holster on my hip. “I have dinner plans.” 
“Sorry to interrupt your nightly, never-changing program,” Tony snarks. 
“It’s ok. You can compensate by paying for my meal,” I retort back, pushing the button in my ear to keep it in place. “Speaking of compensation…” 
“Y/N, I swear if you say you stole my credit card information again,” Tony groans. 
“What, me? No… I would nev-” 
“Shut it. I don’t even have the energy to fight you.” 
I turn to Bucky and wink, and he’s biting back a laugh with a wide smile. 
“You’re a mess, you know that?” he says lowly, the comms not picking up on us. 
“You like it,” I shrug and start moving down the corridor, where Nat’s waving us on to follow. 
“That I do,” he hums, following behind me and playfully kicking my ass with the tip of his boot. “Now, these dinner plans…” 
“Interested?” 
“More than you know…” 
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Back at the compound, freshly out of the shower, I hear a knock on my door. “Just got out of the shower, but the doors unlocked!” I shout. 
“Dinner’s arrived!” Bucky shouts, shutting the door behind him carefully. 
“Thank God. I’m starving,” I grumble, throwing my sweatshirt over my head after getting dressed. “I’ll send Tony a thank you card later for covering tonight's meal,” I hum, drying my hair with a towel as I come into the room. 
The greased takeout bag smells fresh of hole-in-the-wall dinner food, making my mouth water. I grin as Bucky places it on the coffee table in front of my couch and starts arranging the containers for us to splurge. 
“No, you won’t,” Bucky responds to my thank you card comment. 
“No, I won’t,” I agree, jumping over the back of the couch and bouncing into the seat next to him. “Hmm, you smell nice.” I’ve come to learn, and so has Bucky, that his body wash might as well be my kryptonite. 
“I can say the same for-,” he bumps me with his elbow before his eyes narrow on my exposed shoulder, and without a second thought, he grabs my arms and moves my body to face him. “What’s that?” 
“What’s what?” I ask, looking down at the spot he’s glaring at as best as I can. 
“You got a cut,” he points out, hovering his fingers around the area and moving my sweatshirt out of the way. 
Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have cut the neckline to half my sweatshirt after that stupid TikTok trend I saw the kids doing… Or at least worn one that wasn’t butchered tonight.
“Buck, it’s literally a scratch. And I’m genuinely not downplaying it at all,” I note, grabbing his wrist and trying to move his hands away, but they have an iron grip on me. 
Or should I say, vibranium grip on me?! Haha! Get it?.. No? Ok, moving on…
But seriously. The cut was just that. A cut. It wasn’t anything like the night we talked things out months and months ago. That one had become slightly scarred, whereas this one will be scabed over in the morning and likely be gone in 2-3 days. I might as well have gotten into it with a cat who was pissed when he figured out he’d been put on a diet. 
“A cut’s a cut,” Bucky argues, looking up at me. “Did you clean it?” 
“Yes, I cleaned it in the shower with the rest of my body. I disinfected it, and it has that balm on it. And before you ask,” I say just as he opens his mouth. “Yes, it’s that special salve you had Banner make for me. I’m set.” 
Bucky had become a little more intense when it came to my injuries since about three missions ago, I had moved at the perfect time to redirect a knife headed right at him, but it sliced my wrist in the redirection, and much to my misfortune, it was laced with something. 
To add to the list of medications he’s had Banner concoct specifically for my clumsy self (which were in the double digits at this point), I now have a poison control cream that counteracts most toxins and keeps me from saying hello to Heaven sooner than I hope. 
“You don’t feel weird or anything?” His eyes are scanning mine and my face for any lies or other injuries I haven’t told him about, and I’ve come to learn if it makes him feel better to double-check up to 20x before being satisfied, I’ll allow it. 
“I’m right as rain,” I nod, smiling at him softly, squeezing my grip on his wrist in reassurance. “The only thing I’m feeling is hungry and tired. So, what movie are we watching that I’ll inevitably fall asleep on you during?” 
He hesitates for a moment and then nods, dropping his hands and going back to the food. 
“I was thinking Tombstone,” he answers, grabbing one of the to-go containers with fries and a burger and handing it to me. 
“Another Western? What’s got you on the cowboy kick?” I ask, taking it and popping it open, instantly attacked by the smell of freshly seasoned fries. 
“You keep nicknaming me cowboy, so I figured I should have a little background knowledge of the profession,” he winks at me over his shoulders as he gets his own food together. 
“Oh, yeah? You like the nickname?” I ask, nudging him with my knee. 
“When it comes from you? Yeah. Sam? No. Without hesitation, I will start adding laxatives to his protein shakes if he keeps it up.” 
I laugh at their friendship, and we start up the movie, diving into our much-deserved greasy meal. 
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The next day, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda are lounging on the living room couch, all doing their own thing. Wanda and Sam are watching Sex in the City. Steve was reading a book called The Secret War of Laos, and Bucky was on his computer, fully engrossed in whatever was on the screen.
Nat clears her throat, and I stand next to her in a baseball cap with my hair completely hidden underneath. Everyone looks up, and instantly, Bucky’s eyes fall on me. He smiles for a split second before it drops, and he furrows his eyebrows at my appearance. 
“We have an announcement,” Nat smiles mischievously. 
“Oh God…” Bucky rubs his temples and looks down in his lap in seconds. 
“You don’t even know what we’re going to say,” I argue, not able to hold back my laugh. 
“I can use context clues,” he grumbles before looking up, his eyes squinted as if he had a bad headache forming, and it was already making his eyesight worse. 
“Yeah, yeah,” Nat waves him off as Sam and Wanda chuckle, and Steve looks oblivious to what is happening. “Anyway. Y/N and I made a bet and, well… Y/N lost.” 
“Surprisingly, not mad about it,” I shrug, arms crossed over my chest.
“Of course, you’re not…” Bucky mumbles, shutting his computer and putting it to the side.
“What did I miss exactly? Because everyone seems to know what’s happening…” Steve asks, confused, taking in everyone’s reactions. 
“Come on. Let’s see it.” The brunette interlaces his hands and rests them in his lap as he watches me. 
I smile at Nat, who’s also grinning wide, and move to take the ballcap off.
“Awesome,” Sam is the first to say something, and Wanda claps and gushes. 
“Oh wow, that’s so cute!” She smiles widely. 
“Whoa. That’s…” Steve turns his head to the side.
“Pink,” Bucky finishes for him. His eyebrows raise in what looks like surprise as he takes in my new hair. 
“Do you like it?” Nat asks the group, and there’s a mix of reactions as they talk over each other. 
I laugh with them for a little before walking over to Bucky’s side of the couch. Plopping down next to him, the crew talks about their own personal transformations they’d like to do and quickly forget about us in the corner. 
“Thoughts?” I ask, smirking up at Bucky as I sit almost wholly tucked into his side. His arm comes around my shoulders, resting there as he looks at me from the side. 
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he chuckles once, taking it in up close now. 
“Eh, I thought a change-up would be fun. Change. Is. Good,” I shrug, poking his chest with each word. 
He moves to touch my hair, and as soon as his fingers touch it, his face contorts into an investigative look. 
“What?” I ask, biting my lip as he’s already catching on to my ploy. 
“This isn’t,” he rubs a strand of hair between his fingers, studying the texture. The crease in between his eyebrows drops instantly, and he deadpans to me. “It’s a wi-” 
“Shhh!” I hush him, almost jumping in his lap as I cover my hand over his lips. He freezes, eyes wide, and his hand instinctively goes to my waist to balance me. “Let me live this fantasy a little longer,” I smile, holding back a giggle. 
“This is a fantasy of yours?” He asked behind my hands, words muffled and raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe fantasy isn’t the right word-” 
“Because it’s starting to turn into one for me,” he cuts in, and I can feel his smirk in the palm of my hand. 
I slowly drop it, astonished at his confession. “I’m sorry. Did I hear that right?” I ask, peering at our friends who are now arguing with Sam about growing a mohawk, which he is all for, apparently. 
Instead of answering, he licks his lips as he brings his hands to the wig and plays with strands of it.
“Maybe not the pink, but… How’d you feel about a violet?” he asked, eyes slowly rising to mine. 
“Oh. My. God…” I say lowly, sinking back in my seat, pressed to his side. “Did we just discover a new kink of yours?” 
“I fear we may have…” His voice was low and made a shiver go down my back. 
“I hold no fear at all,” I smirked back at him, looking him up and down. “All I feel about that statement is excitement…” 
“Where exactly did you get this? Because it looks pretty realistic…” His fingers still play with the wig, which, thanks to Nat, is a higher-end one. How he caught on to it being a wig is impressive. 
“Doesn’t matter,” I shrug. “What matters is I happen to know they carry all the colors…” I smirk. 
“Interesting.” 
“Interesting, indeed.” 
He starts to stand up, and I’m confused by the action until he turns and offers me a hand. Once I’m standing, he leans closer and down to whisper in my ear, my hand still in his.
“We can keep this one for now. I have a few ideas still.” 
I look up at him, pleasant surprise on my face. “You know how I said change is good?” He nods with a smirk, his hand squeezing mine in response. “This,” I motion between us. “This is a change I’m glad happened.” 
“Same here,” he winked, pulling my arm so I was flush against him, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, escorting me out of the room.
“Where are they going?” Nat asks, confused at our sudden leave. 
Everyone turns to see the tail end of us leaving, and Wanda laughs after a second and quickly covers her mouth. “God, pray for her,” she says under her breath, and Nat gives her a look. She tries to play it off by coughing and shaking her head. “Sorry, something in my throat.”
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aurumacadicus · 3 months ago
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I had a thought. Hmmmm. Bear with me.
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"Rogers," someone barked, and Steve almost choked on his champagne. He turned, bewildered, to find Carol Danvers charging toward him like she was on a mission. A group of partygoers even scattered out of her way. He cast around for anything he could have said that would insult the air force. He couldn't think of anything that would have insulted her anymore than her playful ribs about the army, though.
"Barnes says you're a sad-sack," Carol said, coming to a stop right in front of him.
"...Ouch?" Steve spluttered after a moment. "He said that about me?"
Carol winced, seeming to realize she'd basically just insulted him. "No, I mean, uh--" She coughed, cleared her throat, then took a step backward to give him some space. "Barnes says you don't dance. At all."
Steve blinked, wondering what that had to do with anything. "No, I don't."
"And you came stag," she added, gaze intense.
Steve glanced around for an escape. That seemed ominous. He didn't even want to come to this stupid party, but the brass had basically told him it was mandatory after a few successful (and very high profile) missions. They hadn't served dinner yet. While he would miss the steak, he could probably make it out through the kitchen. Or a bathroom window.
"Will you stop looking like I'm asking you to volunteer for a firing squad?" Carol hissed between her teeth. "I just need you to sit with a friend while Jim and I dance."
"...Oh," Steve said after some thought. "Maybe if you hadn't charged up to me like you were asking me to volunteer for a firing squad, I wouldn't look like this. I thought Maria couldn't come?"
"Different friend," Carol answered, voice clipped. When he only raised an eyebrow at her in response, she huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "Jim doesn't want to leave him alone right now, but I didn't want to pull anyone away from their date."
Well, Steve supposed he could understand that. He threw back the last gulp of his champagne, then set the empty glass on the bar. "Okay. Don't approach me like we're about to get into a fistfight anymore."
"Sorry," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, then turned to lead him over to her table. "Also, does Barnes's date have a gun on her? She reached for something when I went to ask him if he knew anyone who wouldn't mind sitting for a song."
"No, it's a knife," Steve answered helpfully.
Carol almost stumbled, but she caught herself on the next step. "She would have stabbed me?!"
Steve paused, considering, then answered, "I dunno, maybe. She's never stabbed me."
"I can see why Barnes likes her," Carol grumbled reluctantly. She grabbed his sleeve before he could say anything else and yanked him up beside her. "Tony! I've found someone to sit with you. This is Steve."
Tony, Steve assumed, blinked up at both of them in confusion. His mouth was still open with a forkful of cheesecake halfway toward it. His eyes darted back and forth between them before he finally set is fork back down. "Um?"
Steve couldn't help but gawk. How had he gotten dessert already? The hors d'oeuvres were still out on the main table. Steve had just nervously demolished the last of the crostini. He was still thinking about the steak he'd ordered.
"Jim and I are going to go have a dance," Carol continued, reaching out to grab Jim by the collar and drag him up out of his seat. "I promise we'll be back after three songs."
"Um," Tony said again, and Jim spluttered something about his own dessert, but Carol dragged him away before he could get his feet under him. He and Steve watched them disappear into the crowd milling about the dance floor. Steve almost felt sorry for him.
But then he saw that Jim's dessert was a beautiful piece of chocolate cake with soft pink layers of frosting. "Well, best not to let Jim's plate go to waste," Steve said cheerfully, sitting down in Jim's seat, and pulled the tiny dessert plate closer. He could probably get himself another slice later, after dinner. He had this one, after all.
"Um," Tony said again, frowning in confusion. "You don't. Have to sit with me? I can take care of myself for fifteen minutes."
Steve shrugged. "No offense, but I'm more scared of Carol than I am of you."
Tony swiveled to stare in the direction Carol had disappeared to, then looked back up at him, huffing. "I guess that makes sense." He shifted in his seat awkwardly. "Maybe you can actually get me out of here without drawing attention when you're done with Rhodey's cake."
Steve wondered what that meant, but he'd shoved a huge bite of cake into his mouth at the same time, and by the time he'd chewed and swallowed, Tony was focused on making sure he got the perfect cheese-to-crust ratio in each bite, and waved him away when he tried to ask. He gave off kind of the same vibe Natasha did, and he had several knives nearby for the oncoming dinner service, so Steve focused on his cake.
Tony finished just as Steve was scraping the last of the icing from his plate, and he dabbed at his mouth with his cloth napkin, set it on the table, then clasped his hands in his lap and turned to bat his eyelashes at Steve. "If you can get me onto the balcony without letting anyone talk to me, I will give you a million dollars."
Steve blinked back at him. "That's it?"
"If you can get me to my limo without Rhodey noticing, I'll even make sure he doesn't kill you," Tony offered.
Steve stood, then narrowed his eyes, slowly sinking back into his seat. "I dunno, this is a lieutenant colonel we're talking about."
Tony blinked at him slowly, then simply stated, "Coward."
"Okay," Steve said, lurching back to his feet. He scowled when Tony smirked at him, irritated that he was apparently so readable. He offered Tony his hand.
At that, Tony looked surprised. He glanced back and forth between Steve's hand and face, shoulders drawing in nervously when he slanted a look around them, as if to see who might be watching them. He looked back up at Steve with a frown. "Carol didn't tell you why Rhodey didn't want me alone, did she?"
Steve hesitated, then let his hand drop back to his side, feeling like an idiot. "She barely told me who you were."
Tony looked away, shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh. "Oh. Well." He shook his head, then lifted both of his hands from his lap, letting them drop to his sides--
Steve couldn't help the sick feeling forming in his gut as Tony rolled himself back, wheelchair appearing from under the tablecloth. It looked like he still had his legs, but Steve knew looks could be deceiving. And it would be rude to ask, of course. He swallowed thickly. Why would this mean Tony needed to be babysat, though? Unless he was talking about leaving before dinner was even served. He felt like he should have asked Carol more questions, been more assertive, if only to save himself the embarrassment he felt now.
"It's okay," Tony sighed, pushing his chair back under the table so he could hide it with the tablecloth again.
"...I can take you out onto the balcony," Steve said after a brief pause.
Tony shot him an amused smile. "That million just too much to pass up?"
"What? No, I wasn't going to expect it anyway," Steve scoffed. He reached out, wrapping his hands around the handles of Tony's wheelchair. "It would feel like stealing, anyway. It's not gonna be hard."
Tony tipped his head back to raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? Lots of people have been coming by to talk to me since I got here. I'm sure tons of them will stop us, and--"
"Hold on," Steve said, then braced his feet against the floor.
Tony let out a startled little 'meep' as the chair lurched forward, hands slamming down on the armrests as Steve quickly gained speed. His alarm quickly gave way to delight, though, because then he was throwing his head back, laughing, as Steve sprinted toward the balcony. Most people jumped out of the way, but Steve did end up mowing over a few long skirts. He'd probably get chewed out by Colonel Phillips tomorrow.
But with the genuine delight on Tony's face, he couldn't find it in himself to care that much.
"Oh! Oh," Tony laughed as Steve slowed to a stop next the railing. He put a hand over his chest, lifting the other to wipe a tear away from his eye. "Oh my god. I'm gonna have to pay so many dry cleaning bills."
"Take it outta that million you owe me," Steve replied, leaning back against the railing with a smug smile. "And then give the rest to charity."
"You're crazy," Tony told him, grinning, and he sounded happy still. "Rhodey always told me military guys were crazy, but I never really believed him."
Steve shrugged. "Well. I allegedly once threw myself off a helicopter without a parachute once."
"Allegedly," Tony repeated, shaking his head with what looked like genuine admiration. "How high up was it?"
"Well, I spent a lot of last year pulling off a real good mimicry of Jimmy Stewart from Rear Window," Steve answered, still smiling.
Tony's mouth dropped open into an 'o' of shock. "Are you crazy, or stupid?"
Steve shrugged again. "Yeah." Tony laughed again, from deep in his belly. It was a good look on him, Steve thought, letting his hands drop back to brace on the balcony railing. "So why did Carol think you needed to be babysat?"
He regretted asking immediately. Tony's smile dimmed, and his eyes dropped to his lap. He wrung his hands a couple times, then looked back up at Steve with a sad smile. "Dancing was my favorite part of these events before the accident. I am--I... was good at it. My mother had me in dancing classes since I was six. This is my first big event since..." He motioned at his legs. "I didn't realize how much I would miss it. And Rhodey's such a good friend, he was gonna sit with me the entire time, even though I knew he wanted to dance with Carol."
"That's nice of him," Steve answered carefully. He offered Tony a rueful smile. "I guess it's a good thing she chose me, huh? I can't dance at all."
Tony's expression turned wistful. "I could have taught you. I've taught a lot of people to dance." He looked Steve up and down, gaze turning speculative. "Mostly debutantes. But I was always up for a challenge." His eyes lingered on Steve's feet, then he squinted up at his face. "Those might have hurt my toes more than their stilettos."
Steve blinked, surprised, then couldn't help a bark of laughter. "Wow! Saying I have big feet and calling me fat at the same time."
"You're built like a tank," Tony huffed petulantly. "I'm pretty sure that's why so many people jumped out of the way. A collision with me, oh, well, ouch, but what a great story for the papers. Getting hit by you would have killed them instantly."
"I was probably going too fast," Steve allowed, but he decided he didn't really care. Maybe it would keep him from getting sent to these shindigs. He let his eyes trail over Tony's legs, considering, then dragged his gaze up his body. Tony looked... pretty slight. He wondered how long it had been since his accident. It would be rude to ask though. "Are you ambulatory at all?"
Tony frowned, brows furrowing together in confusion. "Yeah? I mean. I'm still in physical therapy, so. Hopefully I'll. Get more use out of my legs again." He sighed. "Maybe I'll dance again someday. But probably not."
"So it won't hurt you to get out of the chair?" Steve asked, just to be sure.
Tony tipped his head. "...No," he finally answered. "The pain is... secondary to the neurological component."
"Cool," Steve said, standing up from leaning on the railing, and reached out to scoop Tony up into his arms.
Tony yelped, flailing, and threw his arms around Steve's shoulders. "Fuck! Steve! You can't just go around picking disabled people out of their fucking wheelchairs-!"
Steve took a moment to make sure Tony wouldn't squirm out of his grip, carefully adjusting his arms under his knees and behind his shoulders. Once he was certain he had Tony safely in his arms, he straightened his back, then carefully turned in a circle on one heel.
"Did you--" Tony choked out, and he buried his face in Steve's neck. "Did you just twirl me?"
"It's the only dance move I know," Steve answered. He rocked from side to side, then carefully twirled him in another circle. "You could teach me some other moves, if you don't like the twirling."
"No," Tony whispered, and Steve didn't comment on the fact that he could feel him beginning to tremble. "I mean--yes. I can teach you. But I don't... dislike the twirling."
Steve nodded, giving him another spin. "So, are you leaving the party with Colonel Rhodes?"
Tony couldn't quite bite back a laugh, leaning back to smile at Steve. It almost hid how bright his eyes were, how much he blinked to keep tears at bay. "You are about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, Steve."
Steve couldn't help but grin back. "I wasn't trying to be subtle. I just used you as a battering ram."
Tony laughed again, leaning back in. His arms squeezed around Steve's shoulders as his laugh ended in a sort of hiccup. Steve didn't mention it, instead going back to his slow, gentle circles. He was kind of surprised that no one had come after them, but he decided not to think too much on it. Jim would come find them after he and Carol finished dancing. It wasn't as if Steve hadn't left a noticeable trail of scandalized rich people behind him to follow.
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ffuckerstarker · 1 month ago
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yikes random thing while I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing (aka I’m very very very rusty please be nice, but like constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged)
5 times Tony was told to wait, 1 time Peter was impatient.
The first time it happened, they were in the lab, like any other evening, like any other day. Working on their respective projects, occasionally sharing a word, or passing a tool.
Peter had stood up, grabbed his stuff, and said goodbye to Tony. Tony, per usual, asked if he needed a ride home.
“No thanks, I’m okay with walking.”
He just nodded in response. He wanted to say something. It wasn’t quite getting out. He was silent for too long and stared too much, but apparently whatever he wanted to say was being communicated loud and clear through his eyes because the next thing he hears is—
“Two years.”
A pause, Tony responds, a bit stunned.
“Wh… what?”
“Two years, okay?”
“…yeah. Two years, okay.”
The second time, it was after a patrol. Peter was being patched up (“it was just a stab!” “kid what the fuck”).
“You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m sure I’m okay, Mr. Stark.”
Tony nodded, and, once again, stared for too long.
“One year,” Peter said softly. The older man huffed, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, mhm… one year.”
The next was in passing, Peter on his way to the bathroom, Tony on his way to the lab. They said hi and Tony paused, like he was going to say something. But, again, it doesn’t come out.
“Six months-“ Peter starts.”
“-six fucking months yeah got it..”
The fourth, they were in the middle of a mission, well, more like the beginning of the end of the mission.
“Hey, everything alright?” Peter asked once he was close enough.
“Yeah- just… catching my breath. Old man lungs y’know or whatever you’d say.”
A small, shared chuckle, Tony’s mask flipping up to look at Peter.
“Three months?”
Peter nods.
“Three months.”
Tony walked up to Peter, quickly, with a purpose. But, Peter held up a hand. “One more week.”
“Are you serious.”
“Dead serious-“
“-goddamnit.”
This time, they were back in the lab. It was about 11:58 pm.
“So,” Peter hummed, “2 more minutes, huh?”
“You’re seriously making me wait two minutes? Y’know how ridiculous that is, Pete??”
“You can be patient, can’t you?”
One more minute.
Tony stepped forward. “Not for long.”
Fifty more seconds
“Well, you won’t have to wait for much longer”, the younger man said with an eye roll.
Thirty more seconds
“Still, way too long. I can’t believe I waited two years.”
Ten more seconds
“I’m glad you did.”
Nine seconds
“You are?”
Eight
“Yeah. It gave me time to… think, I suppose.”
Seven
“You needed two years to ‘think’?”
Six
“Some things take time, Tony.”
Five
They both glance to the clock.
Four
“Peter..”
Three
“Hm?”
Two
“Happy… Happy birthday.”
One
There was silence, each one waiting for the other to say something, before Tony eventually speaks up.
“So… uhh. Wanna maybe… go out for dinner?”
“Seriously? Two years and all I get is a date? I was expecting a kiss or something,” Peter scoffed.
“I’m not kissing someone who only turned 18… what… like a minute ago!”
“You almost kissed a 16 year old-“
“-THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT. Do you wanna go get dinner or not?”
“Yeah… yeah I do.”
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softspace-fics · 3 months ago
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Over the last few days i've had extremely bad flare ups of my joint pains and honestly needed to be able to express it. I was originally going to do a Loki or Stucky fic but I think I needed just a little more StrangeTony in my life so... here we are! I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for the love and feedback on my latest posts, I really missed being active. That said, THANK YOUU! Enjoy!
Masterlist - All my work!
Warnings⚠️: Tears, mentions of Tony's trauma, joint pain, comfort, love.
Cg!strangetony x GN! little reader
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Feeling pain wasn’t uncommon for you, constant join pain whether it was in your wrists, knees, ankles, hips or anything else that could cause pain was normal to you. You were able to normally fend it off with some light pain meds and maybe wear a brace for a little and you’d be able to survive.
This pain was not survivable. The agony in even rolling over on your bed was enough to want to scream. It was like something sharp was stabbing your spine and hips as you sat up.
You tried to get up and go take some meds, but on the way to the bathroom it was too much, and you ended up sliding down the wall in the hallway, your legs throbbing from the maybe 10-foot walk.
The only time that you’ve ever felt pain this bad is when you were a kid, and your joints would flare so bad from playing too hard. This pain felt awful. You wanted nothing but your caregivers to come and take all the pain away.
Strange and Tony had been sent on a mission a few days prior, and you weren’t sure when they would be home. All you could do is hope it would be soon.
As you stand back up slowly, you make it to the bathroom before rummaging through the pain meds you have, grabbing some. You take the highest dosage you can take and sit on the floor, crying.
Before you can even register any of the noises coming from the living room, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You freak and move away from whoever is touching you before you realize that it's none other than Tony. His face is full of concern as he gently picks you up off the floor, placing you on the counter as he stands with his hands on your face, making you look at him.
“Baby what happened? Why are you crying? What hurts?” His answers are as soft as he can manage but thinking the worst his eyes are full of concern.
Breaking down fully, you hug him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder about how bad your back and hips feel, begging for him to make it stop, to make it feel better.
He holds you tenderly but closely as he slowly rubs circles onto your back and hips, kissing your cheek. He knew what it was like to have severe pain and be unable to truly think of anything but it. After all of the surgeries and pain he went through to get his chest piece, he wishes none of this type of pain on anyone.
He softly pulls away after your tears become dry heaves and walks over to the bathtub, turning on the warm water. He grabs some Epsom salts and bubble bath, putting them both in before turning towards you and pulling you back to his chest as you try and catch your breath.
“Baby let's get you in a bath so we can try and get you to feeling better, okay? Did you take any meds?” He softly asks, rubbing your back again.
You nod your head, pointing to which ones you took. He nods and kisses your temple before helping you to get undressed and into the tub. Something he loves to do is bathe you. Although in this circumstance all he wants is to see your tears fade.
As the warm water encases you in it, your back and hips eventually start to try and loosen, the pain becoming more bearable as the meds and warm water help.
Your dada sits next to the tub, holding your hand and kissing your temple as he watches you visibly relax some. He knows the next little while is going to be hard for you both. Seeing as strange won't be back for at least another few days, there's nothing more you both can do than just hope that your normal remedies work.
As the water eventually runs cooler, Tony unplugs the bath and helps to get you out and dressed into comfortable clothes before picking you up and taking you to lay on the couch.
Once you're all set up on the couch, he turns on your favorite show and goes to make you breakfast. Even though he doesn’t want to let you leave his sight, he does his best to make your favorite foods before eventually joining you on the couch and feeding you.
Even though the pain was bad and all you wanted to do was cry, having your dada there to help you made it a little easier. The next few days were spent either on the couch, in the tub, or on your Dada’s lap as he tried to help relieve some of the pain by massaging your hips and lower back.
Once your papa got home on the 4th day of pain, he was able to help you feel a little better with some of his remedies, as well as just being there like your Dada was the entire time.
You eventually felt better and back to your normal amounts of pain, but without your two caregivers you weren’t sure you'd ever feel as happy as you do, especially seeing how you felt in the midst of the pain.
If there was anything your caregivers were able to do, was bring a smile to your face and make all the sore and bad days' worth every second.
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apple4me · 22 days ago
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A peaceful evening what Tony was wishing for, a second of rest, or at least to lock himself in the lap .
He spent all day fake-smiling, being polite when he wished he could give them the middle finger, his day was supposed to be over, he got in the car, and let Happy drive him home, he closed his eyes all the way half sleep.
The car stopped and he opened his eyes, his vision was a pit foggy, and he blinked multiple times to fix it, he opened the door of the car he was so ready to crash into his bed and sleep all tomorrow.
He looked ahead and saw a small figure sitting in front of the building, he had his backpack on his shoulders and was looking at his fingers, Tony rushed to the boy "Pete?" He called for him, and he was panicking, 'he is hurt' Tony's mind screamed
A Stab wound? Or gunshot? Or maybe worse both of them he had done that before, The boy in question snapped his head in the direction of the voice, and a smile grew in his face like always.
He stood up and almost fell on his back because of the weight of the bag, but Tony reached him in time, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt? How bad is it ?" He rained Peter with questions while checking his body with his eyes.
"I'm not hurt," he said but he always says that, This time Tony didn't find anything visible, Is he drunk? High? Tony thought that even if Pete was a perfect boy but yet he is still a teenager, he took a breath he prepared himself for this.
He gets to remember to tell Peter he is not disappointed " Listen Peter, it's okay if you had a bottle or two, I'm not disappointed it's all right" fuck he forgot everything he prepared.
"What? I'm not drunk!" He said his face turned pink, Tony could smell his breath it smelled like cheap mint candy ( he had to put real food in this kid ), "Then what are you doing here? It's almost midnight and I don't think Aunt Hotty agreed to you being out at this hour"
He looked at Peter for a second then looked around him It wasn't that empty of people "You could've entered the penthouse"
"Aunt May is at work, and I did want to enter your house without permission" he was judging the kid's ability to make good decisions, he sighed and looked at him "Let's go up" he turned Peter around wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and walked him to the elevator.
Peter was quite unlike himself, he didn't want to rush him he didn't look uncomfortable "So.." Peter said after they got out of the elevator into the penthouse, "So" Tony replied moving to the kitchen he can't wait to set but he has to give the kid something to eat.
He opened the fridge got out two boxes of pizza and loaded them into the microwave, Peter sat on the stool in the kitchen staring at Tony
"Aunt May has a shift all night," Peter whispered but the penthouse was quiet so it was easy to catch, Tony sat next to Peter "I hate being alone" he whispered again his voice shaking, He leaned on Tony, resting some of his head on Tony's shoulder.
"You don't have to be you can stay tonight," he said softly the same volume the kid used, "She tries her best not to take the night shift for me but .." He lowered his voice more with every word he said, and he wiped a tear escaped his eyes.
Tony felt his heart crushed, like it was hit by a bus, and then smashed by the Hulk, and he wrapped his arm around his shoulders again but this time he squeezed his shoulder trying to comfort the boy a little, Peter started sobbing quietly like he was used to crying in a low voice.
Tony felt like he wanted to cry too but he had to put himself together for Pete's sake, The microwave dings as Peter's sobbing started to quiet down, "Do you want to watch a movie and eat pizza? " he said while rubbing his back.
Peter nodded wiping his tears, "Why don't you go pick the movie while I bring the pizza" Tony ran his fingers through Peter's curls looking at him and how small he looks right now.
"Okay" his voice was a bit harsh from crying he got up and went to the living room.
Tony got the pizza out with some more food he found in the fridge, when he made it to the living room Peter had the movie paused and waiting for him.
He looked at him and Tony couldn't help but smile at the young boy, he set everything on the table and took his place next to Peter, he snuggled closer to him resting his body weight on him "thanks dad" he whispered.
"I'm always here for you Pete"
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rei-ismyname · 3 months ago
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Magneto arrives to save Iron Man
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He's back and he's even hotter!
I LOVE his shit eating grin, rippling cape and muscles, and most of all his cunty posture. 'Hello Stark, check out these thighs.' It's true that his wife (Emma Frost, it's a sham thing but Tony catches feelings) sent Mags to rescue his dumb ass as he makes a huge mess in the Australian Outback, but this is a newly resurrected, kinder Magneto. I suspect he'd have done it anyway. For drama, if nothing else.
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Tony only knew that one singular mutant was coming to bail him out. He didn't expect his 'nemesis' (citation needed) mainly because Tony was there when Magneto died on Arakko during Judgement Day. He's surprised, but not unhappy about it. Maybe. See, Mr Stark just had his shit kicked in, and he had hallucinations of the Master of Magnetism while knocked out.
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T-Bag is feeling guilty about the whole Stark Sentinel situation (as he should. Not the first time Stark Sentinels have been made for genocide.) That guilt manifests with the face of Magneto, here to judge him. In a petulant reply to this most recent charge, Stark brings up some old shit ( X-Men #1 from 1963) but Mags has a zinger for him. Considering Stark's subconscious is doing all the talking, some part of him thinks he's just as bad as Silver Age Magneto. It's not a competition, but I think he's worse. Mr Military Industrial Complex Billionaire over here can fuck right off.
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'The world doesn't need arms merchants' is both true and relevant. Tony has changed, he's been redeemed! Yet engines of death bearing his name are stalking the planet yet again and plan to purge it, having already carried out mutant genocide. Tony will never see any legal or social consequences for this, but perhaps he believes he deserves this judgement. I don't really care about Tony Stark, to be honest. I'm here for Magneto, and this is the war in Tony's subconscious when Max Eisenhardt arrives.
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Mags isn't here to point fingers - he's here to save an ally. Red Elon Musk Feilong has a grudge over Arakko, and his fucking face when Mags doesn't know who he is delights me. I don't think Mags is being truthful - he SHOULD know who this ORCHIS clown is, but they've never met. He's been through a lot lately. Besides, they've got bigger fish to fry. Feilong has realised that the AI leopards are eating his face too, so they're on the same side for now and are stuck in a giant Iron Man suit without power.
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Luckily, 'I am power.' Mags revitalises the monstrosity and rides to war with two billionaires. After he fucks up a ton of sentinels (a continuity error but whatever,) Nimrod sends one of his bodies (Madrox should sue) to stop them.
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Mags is much more effective than the his last Nimrod fight, though he doesn't remember it. Nimrod is weak to Mysterium somehow so he makes the very problematic move of gassing Mags with Terrigen. WTF did he get that from? It's good to know Tony could have easily prevented IvX at any time. I'm sympathetic to everyone who had to deal with the rushed production schedule Fall of X received, but this is Looney Tunes shit.
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Nimrod, you chump. You set yourself up for the 'awful lot of metal around here' Magneto classic. Speaking of metal, Mysterium just keeps getting better. SWORD did steal it from the Phoenix's clothes line, so whatever, it can do new stuff if it wants. It's alive, it loves Magneto, it hates Nimrod, and could take or leave Tony Stark. That's relatable. ORRRR, Jean is in the White Hot Room right now, after Moira stabbed her with a blightswill knife. She could be affecting the metal to get this Nimrod jerkoff. Sounds kinda silly - moving on.
Looney Tunes or not, I'm a sucker for Magneto hovering and saying dramatic shit. Preferably hurling vehicles around, but magic metal and a dickhead robot is close enough. Let it be known that Mags is the Mysterium Whisperer. Pretty obvious when you think about it, though his relationship with the miracle metal wasn't explored deeply.
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Yes! Haha. Get Magneto'd, idiot! This Nimrod body is dead, as is the Mysterium and Tony's giant robot. Damn, they would have been useful. Anyway, bye losers! Mags has more fascist robots to kill in his wonderful cape. Thanks for fucking everything up only to help at the last minute. Enjoy the Outback (they don't, and Tony leaves a huge mess.)
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tortillamastersblog · 1 year ago
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➶A big misunderstanding | Kate Bishop➴
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Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Since she joined the team, you can’t help but notice how weird Kate acts whenever you’re around…
Part 2
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Walking into the kitchen, I smile at the smell of pancakes that greets me.
“Good morning,” I say cheerfully as I round the corner.
I’m greeted by Sam, Bucky, Natasha and Kate. They’re all standing around the stove where Kate is flipping pancakes.
“Morning,” Bucky greets softly before turning back to the pancakes.
Sam and Nat send me smiles before also turning back to the stove. It’s like they’re dogs, drooling over a bone.
I chuckle softly and approach them, looking over Kate’s shoulder to appreciate the pancakes that are currently cooking in the pan.
“Smells great,” I compliment with an exaggerated inhale which is apparently the wrong thing to do because Kate shrieks in surprise and throws her arms up.
It results in her smacking the spatula into my face and I stumble back with a groan, covering my eye with one hand.
“Jesus!” I exclaim. I slap Sam’s shoulder to get him to stop laughing and send Nat and Bucky a glare to get them to stop smirking.
Kate spins around with wide eyes and lifts her arms as if to touch me before dropping them again. “Oh my God, Y/N! I’m s-so sorry… I didn’t mean to— I swear, I didn’t even realize you came in, I just—“
I raise a hand, effectively cutting her off mid-ramble. “It’s okay, Kate.”
I wince and lower my hand slowly, blinking to test if my eye still hurts. It does but it’s now no more than a dull ache rather than the stabbing pain it was when she actually hit me.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Kate reiterates, her face scrunched up in guilt. She eyes me a moment longer before snapping out of whatever trance she was in and pulls and bag of frozen peas out of the freezer. “Here, take this.”
I laugh softly and take it from her, pressing it against my eye. “Thank you. It wasn’t entirely necessary, but thank you.”
Kate smiles nervously and goes to say something else when Bucky suddenly yelps behind her. “The pancakes!”
I look past Kate to see smoke rising from the pan. Sam and Nat watch in amusement as Kate scrambles to salvage the goods, but in the end she hast to throw out the batch and pour new dough into the pan– Much to Bucky’s dismay.
It’s not long after that the rest of the team comes sauntering into the kitchen. The small table gets set, rather than the big one in the dining room, and everyone starts loading their plates with pancakes and fresh fruit.
“These are great, Kate,” Steve compliments after swallowing his first bite.
The rest of the team murmurs their agreement around mouthfuls of food. Kate smiles bashfully and takes a sip of orange juice.
Cute…
“Yeah, they’re great,” I add with an approving nod which makes Kate’s eyes widen. She almost chokes on her orange juice and I frown, not having anticipated such a reaction.
“You good, kid?” Tony asks, his eyes twinkling mirthfully.
Kate’s eyes dart around the table, widening when they land on me before quickly snapping back to her plate. “Fine… Totally fine,” she chokes out.
I go to say something else, apologize maybe (for what I’m not exactly sure) but then she abruptly stands up and excuses herself from the table.
When she’s gone everyone looks puzzled. Well, almost everyone. Everyone except Nat who smirks at me with a knowing glint in her eyes.
I raise my brows in question, but her smile just widens and she turns back to Bruce to continue their conversation.
The rest of the table also resumes their usual morning chatter which leaves me in stunned silence.
What was all that about?
A week after the spatula incident in the kitchen, Steve stops me in the hallway. I just got back from the gym and am all sweaty and gross, so I only reluctantly agree when he passes me a comms device and asks me to bring it to Kate.
“Hers broke on the last mission,” he explains, “and Tony wants her to have it before we move out later.”
I sigh and make my way to the archery range where I know she is with Clint this time of day. We haven’t seen much of each as of recently and I’m starting to get the feeling it’s because she’s been avoiding me.
I enter quietly and wait for Clint to finish explaining something before approaching. “Hey guys.”
Clint nods and raises a hand in greeting. Kate’s eyes find mine for a second before they drop to roam over my exposed arms and shoulders. Her jaw slackens and I scratch my neck uncomfortably, not being used to this type of scrutiny.
I should have shower and changed before coming here, I think.
Clint watches the two of us with growing amusement before clearing his throat pointedly. “Y/N, what brings you by?”
Kate snaps out of her stare and looks around for a distraction. Her eyes land on the bow rack next to the arrow stand and she moves to put her bow away.
“Steve sent me,” I explain, raising the comms device. “Bruce managed to fix it.”
Clint clicks his tongue. “Right, yes. Tony mentioned it would be ready before we move out.”
I hand him the device before lifting the bottom of my shirt to wipe some sweat off my forehead.
Christ, I’m sweating like a pig…
In that moment there’s a loud crash and my head whips around to find Kate scrambling near the wall, trying to pick up all the bows she must have just knocked over.
I rush over to help her, but she winces when I crouch down next to her. “I’ve got it,” she snaps, her eyes trained on her shaking hands.
I gulp and freeze for a second. “Kate, let me help—“
“No,” she cuts in, snatching a bow from my hands and whispering another, “No.”
I’m just trying to help. Why is she being like this? The rejection that spreads through me is like a punch to the stomach. So she has been avoiding me. Why else would she be acting like this?
Did I do something wrong? I think about all our interactions since she joined the team, but I can’t come up with even a single instance where I might have done her wrong, or pissed her off.
I watch Kate for a second longer, hastily picking up the bows, before getting up. “Fine,” I mumble dejectedly. “Good luck tonight,” I add, referring to her upcoming mission with Clint.
She doesn’t look up or reply, so I back away with a frown.
Clint’s expression mirrors my own when I turn his way and he shrugs when I send him a questioning look.
I sigh and leave with a timid wave, not sparing another glance at Kate.
“Wanda?” I knock on the redhead’s door, waiting for a response. “Can I come in?”
Red wisps appear around the doorknob and the door opens.
I step inside to find Wanda at her desk with her back turned toward me. “Just a second, Y/N,” she says softly, typing away at her computer for a moment longer before turning around with a small smile.
“What can I help you with?” she asks as I close the door behind me.
I sit at the edge of her bed and fidget with my fingers. “You’re a pretty good judge of character, right?”
“I guess so… Why?” she says slowly.
I let out a shaky breath and look up to find her watching me curiously. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” I inquire.
There’s a beat of silence before Wanda gets up and sits next to me on the bed. She’s always been like a sister to me, so I trust her when she rushes to say, “What? No, of course not!”
I chuckle sadly and bite the inside of my cheek.
“Why would you think that?” Wanda pushes, her hand landing on my shoulder.
“I—“ I pause and think of how to phrase what I’m about to say next before delving into everything that has transpired between Kate and I.
It’s a lot and by the end of it I realized how much all of it has been getting to me. I’ve always thought of myself as a forthcoming, friendly person, but Kate’s blatant rejection of my company or care has me doubting all of it.
What’s surprising is that once I’m done talking, there’s a moment of silence before Wanda starts laughing next to me.
I scoff and eye her incredulously. “Hey! What’s so funny? I pour my heart out to you and you laugh?!”
Wanda tries to stifle her laughter by pressing her hand to her lips, but it does nothing to hide the mirth in her eyes.
“Hey!” I exclaim again, getting up, but Wanda grabs my arm and pulls me back down next to her.
“Wait,” she says around a huff of amusement. “I’m not laughing about your pouring your heart out. I’m laughing because you’ve got it all wrong.”
My annoyance quickly turns into curiosity. “Huh?”
Wanda shuffles closer and fixes the rumpled collar of my shirt. She’s such a mom…
“You’re not a bad person, by any stretch, Y/N/N,” she explains, her voice soothing. “And Kate’s not avoiding you because she hates you.” She emphasizes the hate part because those are the exact words I used to describe my relationship with Kate. I open my mouth to object, but Wanda is quicker, adding, “Quite the opposite actually.”
I stare at her, not knowing what to say until a disbelieving laugh bubbles out of me. “What are you talking about, Wanda? Kate doesn’t like me!”
Wanda raises an eyebrow and watches me expectantly as I continue to laugh.
“No! She can’t— She doesn’t—!” I stop myself abruptly when it dawns on me. Maybe what Wanda is insinuating isn’t that far fetched… It would certainly explain why Kate, a usually composed and precise person, turns into a fumbling, stuttering mess every time I’m around.
It would also explain her abrupt departures every time she knocks into me, or drops something around me. She’s not avoiding me because she doesn’t like me, she’s avoiding me because she’s embarrassed.
“Oh my God, Kate likes me,” I whisper and it’s as if Wanda’s words have lifted the fog in my mind that appears every time I think of the young archer.
I can see clearly now how she wasn’t judging me for being sweaty and gross at the range earlier. She was checking me out.
And when she knocked all the bows off the bow rack… It’s because I pulled my shirt up.
I turn to see Wanda beaming at me and as if the realization of Kate’s feelings toward me wasn’t enough already, I suddenly know why it’s hurt me so much that she’s been avoiding me.
She’s funny, and kind, and can be such a dork sometimes, it’s adorable…
Oh shit!
My ears heat up and I quickly look away when Wanda raises an eyebrow. “It is adorable,” she affirms with a smirk and I nod until it registers what she just said.
I freeze, horrified, and stare at her wide-eyed. “Did y-you just read my mind?”
Wanda laughs and raises her hands defensively. “I can’t help it if your thoughts are so loud!”
I groan and jump to my feet. “Wandaaaa!”
Wanda gets up too and grimaces apologetically. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I swear.”
I take a deep breath and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Just— You can’t tell anyone about this. Not a single soul, you hear me?”
Wanda grabs my wrists and pulls my hands off my face. “I wouldn’t dare,” she says sincerely before adding, “You’d make a cute couple though.”
“Aargh!” I shove her aside and make my way to the door. I’m pretty sure by now my whole face and neck is as flushed as my ears.
Wanda cackles unapologetically and I roll my eyes, leaving her room without looking back.
Well shit, what do I do now?
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emeryhall · 6 months ago
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Thank you @run-for-chamo-miles for the tag!
In 2024, I posted 9 fics totaling 339,207 words, which is fucking batshit even if some of those words were written in 2023. My most popular fic in terms of kudos is arsonist Baz and firefighter Simon 🔥. But in terms of bookmarks, it's Blood Sugar Sex Moony (wolfstar), which includes my favorite bookmark ever ⬇️
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Fics listed below the cut, plus a heartfelt PSA ❤️
January
Blood Sugar Sex Moony (wolfstar, E, 63.6K)
A vengeance-fueled, Buffy-inspired, 90s high school AU with a 17-person body count, featuring amazing art by @spikesteaseasalt.
A Little Bit Deadly (snowbaz, E, 48.9K)
New York City firefighter Simon Snow mistakenly downloads Grindr instead of Tinder and falls for British arsonist Baz Pitch. Featuring DEREK JETER and the most heart-warming art by @letraspal.
March
The Tale of a Magic-Sucking Hoover and a Rat-Drinking Monster (snowbaz, E, 38.7K)
Ghost mums, sentient buildings, and sex toys. Oh my!
June
Only Creatures (snowbaz, E, 88K)
Sad poet Baz Pitch and dragon camboy Simon Snow. Featuring Baz's beard, the hybrid-creatures camming site, OnlyCreatures, and a cameo by Taylor Swift, as well as absolutely gorgeous art by @artsyunderstudy.
October
Sidney Snow Grimm-Pitch (snowbaz, M, 43.7K)
My delightful collaboration with @artsyunderstudy, and a gift for @cutestkilla whose fic What's Left inspired this getting together later in life mpreg. Yes, mpreg.
whatever beats beneath (firstprince, E, 5.1K)
My foray into the RWRB fandom, when I thought I was writing an omarashi fic for a Kinktober prompt, but instead wrote an exploration of grief.
November
Pink Salt (Saltburn, E, 23.1K)
Sometimes the greatest love story is between an undead baker and the man who didn't realize he was a necromancer when he fucked his grave.
Bound Together in Five Dimensions (snowbaz, E, WIP, 4.7K and growing)
My CORB collab with @stardustasincocaine! I won't say anymore because we're posting the next chapter very, very soon 🩷
December
Out of the Game (firstprince, E, WIP, 23.9K and growing)
Another RWRB, this time scratching my itch to write in the detective/spy thriller genre. In the spirit of the Will Darling Adventures, and featuring truly inspired literary works by Henry, and an Alex who is perhaps not to be trusted. But then again, maybe Henry needs a little chaos in his life.
And finally, a PSA, written as much as a reminder to myself, as to anyone else who feels like their writing doesn't quite fit anywhere:
When I posted my first fanfic (wolfstar), no one read me. We’re talking like four kudos in a fandom where fics go viral. And at some point I thought, maybe I should attempt to write things that people actually want to read? 
I love writing deeply romantic stories, but I love stories like True Romance or The Shape of Water. Two people who are perfect for each other, but one is mute and the other is a fish god from Brazil. One stabs Tony Soprano in the foot with a corkscrew and the other communicates with an hallucination of Elvis. 
Finally, I found the Carry On fandom who enthusiastically embraced my Baz who excelled "at both deep-throating cock and scorching motherfuckers like a vengeance demon in floral Tom Ford." And then finally, finally, almost a year after it posted, people in the wolfstar fandom started reading Blood Sugar Sex Moony. Now, almost every day, I get kudos and (sometimes delightfully unhinged) comments on my wolfstar too. 
I don’t imagine I’ll ever be really, really popular, but I’ve found a group of readers — or they’ve found me — who appreciate the way my brain works, and little old high school me, who always believed that the best love stories are the strangest ones, knows that they are not alone. 
So my PSA to everyone out there who feels like Nora Ephron trapped in David Lynch trapped in Wes Craven — or whatever your unmarketable combo may be — keep on doing you. One day you will find your people 🩷
Also, thank you to everyone who read, kudos-ed, and commented on my fics, and a special shout out to all of the wonderful friends I've made in the Carry On fandom. Y'all have brightened my 2024.
And now, tags!
@bookish-bogwitch @monbons @roomwithanopenfire @fiend-for-culture @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
@thewholelemon @mooncello @iamamythologicalcreature @rimeswithpurple @orange-peony
@messofthejess @alexalexinii @best--dress @ileadacharmedlife @ic3que3n
@hushed-chorus @rbkzz @noblecorgi @facewithoutheart @larkral
@euripidestrousers @r33sespieces @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @letraspal
Plus anyone who wants to play. (I imagine this can be done for art too. Or dolls!)
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crazyunsexycool · 20 days ago
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A Love as Sweet as Honey
Chapter 3
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 10.4K
Warnings: Gunshots, Stab wounds, fighting, blood, Protective Steve, Angst, reader gets slapped, Sharon, some tension, idiots in love, tension,
A/N: This is a roller coaster of a chapter. It's taken a while for this but I hope the wait was worth it. I’m horrible at describing clothes so I added a picture at the end! We are one step closer to Bee ☺️
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Your leg was bouncing. There had always been a small chance that you’d have to go out in the field. It hadn’t happened until now and it was nerve wracking since you didn’t know what you were actually walking into. 
“Alright team.” Sugar stood from her seat. The medical team had been called in and even though she was on maternity leave she volunteered to go after hearing of the injuries. “Everyone already knows where to go and what their designated job is. We stay on task and we help as many people as we can. Stay on channel 5 so that we can communicate. I’ll be escorting Dr. Y/L/N.” She turns to look at you, giving you a reassuring smile. “But I’m available if you need me.” 
The jet shook and you grabbed on to the arm rests. Sugar sat beside you and took your hand. 
“It’s just turbulence. It’ll be over soon.” 
“If you say so.” You say with a shaky voice.
“You don’t like flying?” 
“Not when there’s a storm.” 
“Well,” she looks down at her tablet. “We’re almost there. Maybe 5 more minutes.” 
You close your eyes and nod. “Why are you even here? Why didn’t you stay with your kids?” 
“I talked to Bucky. He said it was really bad. Then when Steve called and said you were pulled in, I volunteered to be your escort. This is your first time in the field and I didn’t want you to be alone.” 
“You did that for me?”  You turn your head and open one eye to look at her as she nods. “That’s really nice but also slightly dumb of you.” 
“Eh, I’ve done dumber things.” 
You close your eyes and lean back against the headrest. Sugar pats your knee and gets back up.
“Let’s do one final check of the equipment. Once we land you’re expected to start immediately.” 
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You weren’t sure what was going on. The jet landed just outside the entrance to a small town that was practically destroyed. There were small fires all around, buildings had collapsed, injured people were waiting to be treated and agents were running around doing whatever they could to help. Everyone that had been on the jet rushed out to do what they were brought in to do. 
“C’mon.” Sugar walks past you, bags in hand. “We have to go up there.” She nods up towards a building in the distance.
You grabbed your own bags and followed her to a truck. She tossed her bags in the back and you followed suit. You got in the passenger's seat as Sugar called Bucky through her comms and let him know you were on your way. 
“Bucky and Steve will meet us outside. Tony and Bruce are still working on stabilizing whatever it is that’s happening in the lab.” Sugar informs you. 
You only nod and turn to look out the window. Whatever happened at the building had almost destroyed the town. Sugar had to weave through the debris on the road. As you got closer to your destination there was a tremor on the road. 
“What the fuck is that?” You asked Sugar in a panicked state. 
“I’m not sure but Steve told me that it’s been happening all day.” 
As soon as she finishes talking a crack forms on the street in front of the car. Steam rushes out and Sugar has to swerve. You scream and hold on to whatever you can as the crack turns into a sinkhole. 
“Hold on.” She says.
You close your eyes expecting to crash straight into the sinkhole. When that doesn’t happen you open your eyes and see that the car is literally hovering. Your head snaps to the side and you catch Sugar’s smug smirk as she moves the car through the air. The tires hit the pavement and she peels out again. 
“That was terrifying.”
The woman to your left laughs as she pushes forward. The building is just in front of you. A minute later the car is parked and you’re getting out as quickly as you can. Your legs wobble and you have to hold on to the door for a moment. Bucky and Steve step out of the lobby. Both men have removed the top layer of their suits, keeping their compression shirts on instead. 
“Hey, glad you made it. How was the flight?” Steve asks as he walks up to you. 
“Horrible.”
“Just a little turbulence.” 
“A little?” 
Steve and Bucky laugh as the former grabs your bags and the latter helps his wife. You watch as the couple kiss and share a sweet moment between each other. It makes you fluster and turn away. 
“Ok lovebirds. We’re here to work. Break it up.” Steve says in his best Captain voice but with a hint of amusement. 
“Yes sir.” Sugar salutes, causing Steve to roll his eyes. “Oh, your beloved sent you a drawing.” She reaches into a pocket in one of her bags and gives Steve a piece of paper. 
He smiles as he looks at the drawing of him and Lottie holding hands. Steve in his uniform and Lottie in a princess dress and tiara. He folds it neatly and tucks it away. 
“What about me?” Bucky frowns. 
“She’s making you a motorcycle with clay. It wouldn’t have survived the trip.” 
Both men start walking towards the building and you follow closely. 
“Stay close and stay alert.” Steve says as the four of you get to the door. “We had someone try to break in so we’re on high alert. Stark and Banner are in the lab now while the rest of us keep watch and search through the building. Mags, I want you close to Y/N at all times. Any signs of trouble you both get out of this building, no looking back.”
He’s in full Captain mode now. You could not deny it, it was hot. Your eyes travel over his form until someone nudges you.
“What?” Your eyes snap to the side to see the other woman trying to suppress a smile. 
“I said if anything happens I need you to do as Mags says. No looking back or stopping or anything. Can you do that for me?” Steve said, a light blush on his cheeks.
It dawned on you that he’d caught you checking him out. You nod dumbly and focus your attention on the very interesting pattern on the floor. 
“Alright, let’s get in there and get to work.” 
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The building felt like it was taken out of a horror movie. Emergency lights flickered, papers were thrown around everywhere, the building shook and groaned. Steve led you down the stairs with the Barnes’ following close behind. You held onto the handrail as if your life depended on it. The only lights that were fully on were on the floor of the lab. Steve opens the door and lets you walk in first. There was a heavy smoke smell combined with the sterile scent only a lab could have that hung in the air. A muted conversation broke up the quiet setting. 
“They’re in there.” Steve points towards one specific door. “You should put on your hazmat suit before you go in.” 
“Ok.” 
“Remember, anything happens-“
“I do as I’m told and get out.” You finish and watch Steve nod. He gives you a small smile before walking away with the Barnes’.
While they’re talking you get your hazmat suit out and start getting dressed. Then you walk into the lab to be greeted by Tony and Bruce. 
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“Hey, she’ll be fine.” Bucky tells Steve after seeing the worry on his face. 
“She has three Avengers on her side.” 
Steve nods but can’t help looking back to where you're at. He runs a hand over his face and sighs. 
“Just stay alert, Mags. Whoever is running this place really wants to get back in. We think they left important research in here.” 
“Of course. I’ll call if anything comes up.” She places her hand on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll keep my eyes on her.” 
With one more nod Steve heads up the stairs followed by Bucky. There was something about this situation that made him feel uneasy with leaving you in the basement of the building. Sure you had three Avengers at your side but Steve felt like no one would protect you like he could. Still he had a job to do and a team to lead. 
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“You’ve been working for 13 hours, you need a break.” Steve argued. 
After Sugar wasn’t able to persuade you to take at least a small break she called Steve down. You called her a snitch, she just laughed and let Steve deal with you. But whatever the person that owned the lab had been doing was a huge issue. You, Tony and Bruce still hadn’t been able to figure out what the hell was going on and how to at least stabilize the mess they made. But you were close and didn’t want to leave now.
“I’ll take a break once we have this figured out.” You cross your arms over your chest. The lab door separated you. Steve looked up at Tony and Bruce. “Don’t look at them for help.” You sent a glare in his direction. 
“15 minutes, you need to drink some water and eat something. Please.”
“But I’m fine.” 
“What if you get another migraine? Mags has what she needs to help you but you could be out for good. So it’s either a 15 minute break now or I’ll have to send you back home in a few hours. Your choice.” 
He had you there. Truth was you were tired. 
“Fine.” You said but pouted. Tony and Bruce practically push you out the door, leaving you to follow Steve into an empty office. 
You undo half of your hazmat suit, which isn’t really needed but Bruce insists you keep it on just in case, and leave it hanging around your waist. Steve opens the door for you and you find some water bottles and snacks already laid out. With a groan you sit down and drink half of one of the bottles of water. Then you sit back and close your eyes. Even with your eyes closed you can feel Steve’s gaze on you. 
“How is it going out there?” You ask. 
“Most of the chaos has died down. Families are being moved somewhere safe. It’s looking good.” 
“Good.” 
“Do you think you’ll be able to figure this thing out soon?” Steve asks after a moment. 
“We’re close.” 
You open your eyes just in time to see Steve stiffen. Even though he tries to school his features you know something’s wrong. A second later Tony is pulling Steve out into the hallway to talk about something. 
“Y/N,” Steve steps into the office. He’s standing up straighter, his shoulders tensed like he’s ready for a fight. “There’s been a breach. I need you to stay in this office and hide under the desk. Once we’ve taken care of this I’ll come back and get you, ok?” Steve moves around the desk and urges you to do as he says. 
“Wait… wait, what if someone finds me?” 
You grab his forearm and pull him towards you. There’s panic in your eyes and he wants nothing more than to stay by your side and keep you safe. Steve cups your face, something that would normally bother you but you find comfort in Steve’s touch. 
“I won’t let anyone hurt you ok? I’m going up to the main floors to keep them away from you. I’ll come back for you when we’re done.” 
You nod and do as he asked. Steve takes one more look at you before leaving, closing the door behind you. You do your best not to cry but you’re terrified. Now you could only sit and wait. Depending on someone else wasn’t easy for you and now you had to trust that Steve would keep his word.
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In the distance you heard a door open and then close. There were a few rushed steps and more doors. You knew it couldn’t be anything good so you moved from under the desk and looked around for anything that you could use as a weapon. The footsteps get closer just as you manage to grab a letter opener. You duck back under the desk as the door opens. 
“Clear.” An unfamiliar voice says. “Wait.” 
You hold your breath as your grip on the letter opener tightens. Footsteps slowly make their way to your hiding spot. 
“Well what do we have here?” A man in full tactical gear is standing over you.
 He moves quickly and grabs you, dragging you up to your feet. You manage to slice his forearm but he shoves you against the wall. It stops you momentarily but you manage to run past him. As you get to the door you’re grabbed by the back of your shirt and you scream. 
“I don’t think so.” He murmurs in your ear. The man pushes you into the hallway. There are four more men waiting for him. 
“We aren’t taking her with us. She isn’t part of our mission.” A slimmer man says. 
“Who says we can’t have a little fun on our way back though?”
“No.” You start kicking and screaming and doing everything to get out of his hold. 
Down the hall the door is ripped off its hinges and Steve appears. His shield in hand. When he sees that the intruders have their hands on you, Steve sees red. 
“Let her go.” 
The man that had you, pulled you against his chest. He holds a gun to your head. You do your best not to cry but you can’t help it. 
“This is your last chance. Let. Her. Go.” 
“I don’t think so, Captain.” 
Steve’s eyes darken as he throws his shield to the side. He stalks toward the team of men and quickly knocks two of them down. The third man takes a knife out and starts swinging. Steve is relentless as he pushes forward. The fourth pulls a gun out and Steve quickly grabs the gun. There’s a small struggle between the two. The gun goes off and you scream thinking Steve has been hurt but it’s his opponent who crumpled to the ground. The man who is holding you, takes a few steps back and in the clumsy movement you decide to throw your head back with hopes of you hitting him hard. 
Steve runs towards you as you drop to the floor. Your arms covering your head. You move against the wall, turning so you can’t see the fight going on behind you. It takes all the courage you have to turn around just to see Steve throwing punch after punch. 
“Steve!” You call out. “Steve, stop it. You knocked him out.” 
Steve is panting as the man in front of him drops to the floor. He turns to look at you, finding you curled into yourself on the floor. Eyes filled with terror. You reach out to him instinctively.
“Y/N, are you hurt?” He rushes over to you and helps you up. His demeanor completely changes for you.
You bury your face into his chest and cry. Steve brings you closer and murmurs reassurances. 
“It’s ok. I’ll keep you safe. Let’s get you out of he-“ Steve sucks in a breath and lets you go. 
“Steve?” 
He pushes you back before turning around. You see what caused him to react the way he did, there was a red stain on his shirt accompanied by a small slit. He’d been stabbed and he was bleeding. A few more mercenaries had snuck up behind him. Steve lunges forward and starts fighting. In close quarters it was difficult to fight off a group of armed men while protecting someone at the same time. With every punch and kick he throws Steve can’t help but look over his shoulder to make sure you were ok. Another door opens and more footsteps echo through the hallway. There are too many of them. In any other situation Steve would just launch himself into the fight. There would be no limit to how hard he would fight. But now his priority was making sure you were untouched. 
You scream when guns go off. One of the men that Steve is fighting turns his attention to you. Before he can do anything Steve pulls him back. Steve will take every hit, every bullet and knife wound as long as you’re safe. He’s having trouble breathing but he keeps the men away from you. At least until help arrives. 
Sugar and Bucky rush in. She grabs Steve’s shield and throws it, hitting her intended target. Bucky joins Steve in hand to hand combat. Somehow one of them manages to shoot Steve again before Bucky pulls him away and knocks him out. Sugar joins her husband while Steve stumbles backwards. You’re close enough to catch him and try to ease his fall. 
“Steve?” You tap his cheek to keep him awake. “Keep your eyes open ok?” 
There’s a gargled sound that passes through his parted lips before blood drips down the side of his mouth.
“Help me turn him.”  Sugar kneels beside Steve and begins to assess him. “Shit. He has multiple stab wounds and gunshot wounds, some of them hit his lungs. I need my kit, Buck it’s over there.” 
Bucky runs down the hall and grabs the bag. 
“He’s healing too quickly and his left lung has collapsed.” She says as her hands move quickly. “The bullets are in there too.” 
You just sat there with Steve’s head in your lap. It was as if all the sound had been sucked out of the room and all you could focus on was him and how he kept you safe. Suddenly someone was grabbing you and you fought to stay by Steve’s side. 
“It’s just me.” You hear Bucky being surprisingly calm. “We need to get you out so that we can get Steve to the jet. Is it ok if Sam takes you back?” 
“But he’s-“ You turn your attention to Bucky, you’re scared and unsure of what is happening. “He’s hurt.” 
“I know. But Sugar is going to help him. Remember what Steve said? Get out, no looking back. Is it ok if Sam takes you back?”
You nod but turn your eyes back to Steve. Sam pulls you away gently but you keep turning your head back as you watch the Barnes’ place Steve on a stretcher in order to move him. 
“Is it ok if I carry you?” Sam asks once you’re outside. 
You finally look up at him and it’s obvious he was also involved in some hand to hand combat. He looks at you expectantly and you nod. 
“Alright, this is going to be fast so wrap your arms around my neck.” He instructs as he picks you up bridal style.
 He’s flying over the destroyed town. Your scream is caught in your throat but before you can even yell at him for flying you to the jet he’s already placing you on the ground. Your legs are jelly at this point but Sam keeps you steady. 
“Go take a seat, we’re about to leave.”
You don’t acknowledge him, just turn around and head into the jet. Nat is in the pilot's seat getting ready for take off. You take a corner and sit on the floor, your knees up to your chest and your arms around your knees. 
Instructions are being yelled out as the rest of the team gets on the jet. Steve is wheeled in by Bucky and Sam. Sugar continues to work on him. Once everyone is settled down the jet takes off. Your eyes are glued to Steve, specifically his chest to make sure that he’s still breathing. His arm falls off the stretcher. You think he might just be unconscious until his hand reaches out to you. You look up to see him looking at you with a hazy look in his eyes. It makes you want to cry some more. He’s been hurt while protecting you and now he’s trying to comfort you too. 
“I need to stabilize him.” Sugar calls out. “I need another pair of hands. Wanda, come over here.” 
You try not to think that Steve might be dying. He survived being frozen for 70 years, he could survive anything right? His hand moves again and this time you take it and squeeze. His labored breathing starts to settle. 
“His heart rate is going down.” She calls out. 
You breathe a sigh of relief as you lean against the stretcher in order to keep holding Steve’s hand. Slowly your eyes begin to close.
“I’m sorry to say Mags, I don’t think you did anything to save Steve.” Wanda murmurs. 
“What do you mean?” 
Wanda just nods in your direction. The women share a knowing look between them before Sugar drapes a blanket over you. 
“Let her rest.” 
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Steve woke up with a start. He immediately sat up in bed ready to fight. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he realized he was in a hospital room and that Lottie was staring up at him. 
“You ok, Steebie?” She asked. “I get mama.” She jumps off the chair and heads for the door before he can even reply. 
Steve laid back down and his eyes immediately went to the two chairs by his bed. He was a little sad that the chair was empty, hoping that maybe you’d be there instead. The door to the bathroom opening gets his attention.
“You’re awake.” You say as you rush over to his side and grab his hand. “You had me so worried. How are you feeling?”
“I’m ok.” 
“You’ve been here for two days. Are you sure you’re ok?” You tell him. 
Steve nods and turns to the door when it opens. Sugar and Lottie both walk in first followed by Henry. He hangs off the foot of the bed and smiles at Steve when their eyes meet. 
“How’s the pain?” Sugar asks as she walks in and starts going through a checklist for Steve. 
“Manageable.” 
“Steve…”
“I’ve been stabbed before, it’s nothing new.” Steve says dismissively. “I’ll be at full strength in another few hours. Just discharge me.” 
“So Steebie is kay?” Lottie asks as she gets up on the bed and snuggles up to his side. 
“I’m more than ok, sweetheart.” 
“Kay.” Lottie says quietly while resting her head against Steve’s chest. 
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Thanks Magnet.” 
You watch as she leaves and turn your attention back to Steve. He’s already looking up at you. 
“How are you doing with all of this?” He asks softly. 
“I’m not the one that got stabbed or shot.” 
“Doesn’t answer my question though. It was a scary situation and I wish you hadn’t gone through it.” 
You sighed and sat down, your hand still in Steve’s. Since coming back from the nightmare that was that mission you’d been doing your best to stay busy so you wouldn’t have to think about it. You didn’t want to talk about it but you didn’t want to lie to Steve either. 
“I’m managing.” You tell him. 
“Have you slept?” 
“You’re in a hospital bed and you’re worried about me? I’m fine, I promise.” 
Sugar walks back in with paperwork in hand. She places it on the tray table and gives Steve strict instructions that he has to rest for two days. He grumbles about it but agrees. 
“Do I have any clothes here?” 
“Yeah, Bucky brought your bag.” Sugar says and points to the corner of the room.  
“Good, I can finally get out of here.” 
“I’ll be outside ok?” You tell him and walk out with Sugar, Lottie and Henry. 
“Can you watch him and call me if he needs medical attention?” 
“Sure.” 
“Thanks, I’ll call later to check on him.” 
“Bye Duckie.” Lottie waves before she walks away hand in hand between her mom and brother.
Steve steps out in sweats and a Henley. He gives you a lopsided grin and together you walk back to your apartments. You checked up on him for the next day or so. Fussing over him not resting enough and making sure he didn’t sneak off to the gym to work out.
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“Whoever was running this facility is nuts.” Tony says. “They didn’t have any safety protocols, whatever this is they were working on is way too unstable.” 
“What were they making?”
“We still aren’t sure. The notes we found are incomplete and nothing is really coherent.” Bruce adds.
“They must’ve gotten far enough to want the research. That’s what that group was after.” 
“Whatever they were making is deadly.” You murmur. 
“Do you know what was being tested?” 
You look up from your tablet to find everyone’s eyes on you. “Uh- it’s too early to determine but my initial theory is that it’s some kind of energy source.”
“Y/N’s right and this is going to be her project until we have answers.” 
You looked up at Tony wide eyed and slack jawed. This would be the first time you would get your own project to work on. Yes, Tony and Bruce give you the opportunity to work on your own things but this is huge. This work directly impacts the Avengers. It’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. 
You smile down at your tablet but feel a nudge against your foot. When you look up Steve gives you a thumbs up and a smile. He knows how important this is for you, you’ve only talked about it multiple times.
“One more thing.” Tony gets everyone’s attention. “Party this Friday night and before you ask, Y/N, yes you have to go. I’ll send out the invitation with all the details later today.” 
The others in the room chuckle, knowing you don’t like parties. But you’re happy about your new project so you couldn’t care less. 
“I can’t wait.” Sugar says with a laugh. 
“Why’s that?” Sam asks with a knowing smile.
“I’ve been in the house with three kids, Wilson. The first time I went out without them was for a mission. I’m ready to have some fun with people my age. Steve and Bucky, excluded.” 
The group laughs while they gather their things and start heading out. Steve waits towards the end of the group where you’re usually at. He matches your pace. 
“So you’re going right?” Steve asks.
“You heard Stark, I have to.” 
“Good.”
“Why?” You look up from your tablet. 
“Just wondering.”
“Don’t BS me Rogers.”
Steve chuckles. “Fine, you’ll save me a dance right?” 
“I don’t dance. You know this.” 
“You always dance with me.” Steve replies while he looks at you through his lashes. He’s right, the only times you’ve danced at any event has been with him. 
“I’ll think about it.” 
Steve gives you his best smile. The one that makes your heart skip a beat. You both know that you’ll share the only dance either of you will have that night. It’s still fun to keep him guessing. 
“I’ll see you later.” He smiles again before heading down a different hallway. 
You barely make it a few steps before Sugar is walking next to you. A knowing smile playing on her lips. You’re already rolling your eyes at whatever she’s going to say.
“Soooo…. What are we wearing?” 
“You’re wearing a t-shirt and jeans and I’m wearing a blouse and trousers. Why?” You look up at her innocently. 
“Oh you know what I mean. What are you wearing for Friday?” 
“I don’t know. I’ll probably just throw on whatever dress I find in the back of my closet.” 
“Fuck no.” Sugar says, shaking her head. “We are going shopping tomorrow and we’re getting something sexy.” 
“Why do I need something sexy? I think I have a black dress that I can wear.” 
“Is it a sexy black dress?” 
“Pfft, of course not. It’s an appropriate dress for a party my boss is having.” 
“Oh Duckie, I’m going to pretty woman you up. You’ll have to fight guys off you. Unless a certain super soldier fights them first.” 
Butterflies took flight in your belly. The thought of Steve having any kind of feelings for you would be a dream. But he couldn’t possibly. You’d like to tell Sugar how you feel but you don’t want to feel foolish so you deflect instead.
“Why would Bucky fight guys off me?” 
“You’re a little shit, you know that?” She laughs and stops at the hallway she’s supposed to go to. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Let me know what time works best for you.” 
“I wonder where Charlotte gets her potty mouth from.” You reply, earning another laugh. 
You smile to yourself as you head to the lab. There was a lot of work to be done but you couldn’t be more excited. You’d find out what this mystery company was trying to do no matter what.
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You typed away on your phone while Sugar drove into the city. She was excited to be able to go out and have a mini girls day. While you didn’t care much for parties her excitement was contagious. 
“Anyways I woke up in the middle of the night to find Bucky singing lullabies to Peanut. It was so cute.” She finishes her story and then sighs. “I’m sorry, I should be talking about something other than the kids.”
“It’s ok. It's sweet.” 
She glances your way for a moment and smiles. Other than Steve, you think that Sugar has become your closest friend at the compound. Even then she doesn’t know much about you. She doesn’t push though and you appreciate her for that. 
“Alright, here is our first stop. Remember we are looking for something that will make us look extra hot.” 
“I’ll look for a dress that’s appropriate for a work party.” 
Sugar blows a raspberry as she gets out of the car, making you smile. 
****
“What do you think about this?” 
It was the second dress from the third shop you went to Sugar held up. You appreciated that she was considering your level of comfort instead of just trying to find some revealing or sexy dress. She focused more on what made you feel sexy which was obviously different than what she thought. 
“It is really pretty.” You pulled on the skirt a bit to get a better look. 
“Are we putting this in your try on pile?” 
“Sure.” You took the dress from her. 
“Ok, I’m going to go find something for myself and then I’ll head to the dressing room.”
You nod as you continue to look around the high end store. Sales associates are milling about trying to offer anything that might give them a bigger commission.
After browsing for another few minutes you head to the dressing rooms to try on the few dresses you’d found. The first two were an immediate no. The third one you had loved but you were on the fence about dress number four. You open the door to get Sugar’s opinion but the minute you step out you’re pushed back in. It was hard enough that you got pushed against the back wall. 
“You.” 
You had never heard a word said with so much venom. Rose, your stepmother, stood in front of you. She walked into your dressing room and locked the door. 
“Where the hell have you been? I have been looking for you these last few weeks. You haven’t been answering your phone and you’re never at your apartment.”
“I didn’t answer because I didn’t want to talk to you or see you. Why can’t you get it through your head that I want nothing to do with this family?”
“After everything we’ve done for you? And do you even know how embarrassed your father was after that dinner?”
“I don’t care. Maybe he wouldn’t have been embarrassed if you would’ve left me alone like I asked.” You snap back.
“You little bitch. Mr. Stane is a great businessman and someone your father wants to work with. You could’ve ruined everything with that little temper tantrum of yours.” She huffs. “You will make it right. You will come to dinner on Sunday and apologize to your father. And you were rude to my brother as well. He’s expecting an apology too.”
Your blood was boiling with anger. “Your brother is a disgusting pig that deserves to rot in hell. I’m not apologizing to either of them.” 
You felt the sting on your cheek before you realized what had happened. Rose’s arm was still up from having just slapped you. Your hand goes to your cheek and you keep your eyes on the wall. 
“You’re nothing and you’ll never matter to anyone.”
“If I’m nothing, why do they need me to apologize?” You grit out.
Rose’s jaw clenches. “You will apologize you ungrateful brat.” She says once she leans in. Rose grabs your jaw tightly and yanks your face so that you’ll look at her. “I’ve had enough with having to chase you down. One way or another I will make you follow our rules, you will behave and you will do as I say. Dinner on Sunday, you will apologize. Don’t be late.”
She straightens herself up and makes sure she looks presentable before walking out of the changing room. You sit there, stunned and confused as to what just happened. Rose came out of seemingly nowhere. How did she even know you were at the store? 
You change quickly and head back out toward the front of the store. Anger building the longer you thought about what just happened. You were ready to confront Rose, make a scene and embarrass her. She always cared so much about what people thought of her and you were going to use that to your advantage. You needed to do something to get back at her. Instead you find Alice, your sister in law, looking around the store. 
“Y/N, there you are.” She smiles brightly at you as she gets closer.
“What are you doing here?” 
“I came to say hi.” 
You look at her in confusion before looking around the store to try and find Rose. “How did you know I was here?”
“Oh Rose and I were having lunch across the street and I saw you walk in here. Didn’t you see Rose? She said she was going to come over and say hi.”
You look at her with disbelief. “Did you really think I’d want to talk to her after what happened at dinner?”
Alice frowns. “I thought it was just a misunderstanding. Families have disagreements all the time.”
“She came over, cornered me and slapped me.”
To her credit Alice looked appalled. She opened her mouth to say something a few times but nothing came out. 
“Alice, you need to understand. I stay away because they are not good people. If you see me around again, don't tell them anything.” 
She just nods. “I’m sorry.” She says before rushing out the door. 
“Y/N? Is everything ok?”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning around and looking at Sugar. She stepped closer, dressed in one of the outfits she had chosen. You knew she knew what happened. Her hearing was heightened and you had no doubt she heard everything. She stepped forward with her hand outstretched ready to comfort you but she stopped herself.
“I want to go.” You say as you drop the dresses you had in your hand. 
“You’re not getting an-“
“No. I’ll wait in the car.” 
You didn’t wait for a response as you walked out of the store. It was taking everything in you to not cry. It only took Sugar a few more minutes before she walked back out. She didn’t say a word as she got into the driver's side and took off.
The ride back to the compound had been quiet but tense. Sugar stops at the main entrance to the residence side of the main building. You mutter a quick thanks and open the car door. 
“If you need to talk you know where to find me.” She says softly as you get out. 
You give her a quick nod in response and disappear as quickly as possible.
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For just a moment you thought you could find a way to skip out on the party Tony was hosting. He wouldn’t let you forget though and dropped by your lab to remind you about it. On your way to your apartment you remember that you didn’t have anything to wear. Maybe this would be enough of an excuse to skip it. Unfortunately for you there was a dress waiting at your door. Sugar’s doing no doubt. At any other time you would’ve been fine with going to one of these parties even if you weren’t a fan. But since running into your stepmother the previous day you just wanted to hide in your place. There was nothing that could get you in a good mood so there was no sense of bringing anyone down with you.
It seemed like you had no choice though. So you got ready. You huffed as you finished putting on the last piece of jewelry. Maybe no one would notice if you left after an hour. Downstairs in the main entryway you ran into Bruce who was running late for the party. He offered to share a ride there which you accepted. Tony had thought of everything apparently. 
****
The venue Tony had chosen was beyond lavish. Every decoration was placed exactly where it needed to be. Servers were already walking around with champagne flutes ready to hand them out. There was a live band playing in a corner of the room. 
Bruce immediately walked in to find a corner to settle in, leaving you just at the entrance of the ballroom. You look down one more time at yourself. The dress really was beautiful and you’d have to thank Sugar for getting it. 
“Champagne?” A server holds their tray out for you. 
“Thank you.” You say as you grab one. 
You take a sip as you finally step into the room. The place was packed but you shouldn’t be surprised since Tony was, well Tony. Everyone that’s important to him is in attendance. You spot Steve across the room at high top table along with Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Steve’s shaking his head but laughing at something. For a moment you consider joining them. They always insist on including you in anything and everything. But you’re not really in the mood to socialize. You decide to head to the bar instead and take a seat towards the end where hopefully no one will bother you. 
****
“I can’t believe she tried to sneak into the car.” Steve shakes his head, amused at the most recent shenanigans Lottie had tried to pull. 
“Just be prepared for the argument that will ensue tomorrow when Lottie confronts Tony about not being invited.” 
Steve chuckles again. He just knows Lottie’s upset at missing the chance to get dressed up and go to a party.
“You’re girl is finally here.” Sugar smiles when she sees you walk in and head towards the bar. “She looks great in that dress. Make sure you tell her how pretty she looks.” 
“Who is my girl?” 
“Don’t play dumb, punk.” Bucky says. “We know you like Y/N. I honestly don't know why you’re taking so long to ask her out.” 
“Babe give him a break.” 
“I just want you to be happy. That’s all.” Bucky says softly before he looks at his wife lovingly. “I want you to have what we have.” He adds. 
“Wow you all look incredible.” Sharon says as she makes her way to the table. 
They all greet her warmly before making small talk. Steve is grateful for the distraction because he really didn’t want to talk about his lack of love life. 
He’s only half listening as Sharon talks about adjusting to living in the compound. Instead Steve, as discreetly as possible, looks around the room to try and spot you. He finds you a few seconds later and you take his breath away. You were truly the most beautiful person in the room. 
“Steve?” Sharon calls out.
“Yes?” 
“I asked if you wanted a drink.” 
Steve looks between Sharon and the Barnes quickly, Sugar giving him a smug smile. She knew who he’d been looking at. 
“I’ll go get them.” He says before turning and heading towards the bar. Steve watches as you try to settle in a corner.
Steve makes his way through the crowd slowly. After all these years people still wanted to chat him up. They offered everything from business deals and sponsorship to the most unforgettable night with the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. None of it interests him. The only thing that interested Steve was finding someone to settle down with after all this time. It had been all he could think about lately. Well not so much as finding someone anymore, it was more like finding a way to ask you out. 
Steve keeps catching glimpses of you through the crowd. Your annoyed glance when a guy tries to chat you up and the pout when the seat you wanted was taken. He can’t help but smile, he was so gone for you. Steve walks up next to you at the bar. His smile is easy when he looks at you. Steve feels like himself when you’re around. You don’t expect anything from him so he wants to give you everything. 
“Hey.” Steve greets you as he leans against the bar and flags down one of the bartenders.
The annoyance on your face melts and your pout turns to a small smile. “Hey.”
“What are you doing over here by yourself? I’m over by the tables with Bucky and Mags. Join us.” 
It was an invitation not just a suggestion. He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. The bartender stops in front of Steve and he orders a drink for himself and Sharon before turning to you and asking for your order. The bartender walks away to start all the drinks and all of Steve’s attention is back on you. 
“So what do you think this party is for?” 
“Knowing Tony it’s probably because his annual check up came back clean.” You quip causing Steve to chuckle. 
The bartender places two drinks in front of Steve and one in front of you. Steve grabs the drinks and waits for you to do the same. He nods towards the tables hoping you follow him back. By now Natasha had also joined the table and you took the spot between her and Sugar.
“Look who I found.” Steve looks at you fondly as he steps up to the table.
“Thanks Steve. You’re the best.” Sharon grabs the martini he had placed in front of her. 
“You’re welcome.”
“Has anyone seen Tony or Pepper for that matter?” You ask as you look around the room. 
The others start talking about how long it’ll take for them to show up. They include you in the conversation and actually listen to what you have to say, especially Steve. You miss the way Sharon looks between you and Steve. The way she tries and fails to get his attention at times. He’s too busy making sure you feel included. 
“I’ll be right back.” You excuse yourself while stepping away from the table.
“Wait where are you going?” 
“The restroom, nosey.” You tell Sugar and she sticks her tongue out in response.
“Don’t take too long. I think Tony and Pepper are about to make their grand entrance.” 
“We’ve been saying that for half an hour.” 
****
You were looking yourself over in the mirror one last time when one of the stall doors opened. Sharon walked up right next to you and washed her hands before meeting your eye in the mirror. She looked you up and down as she dried her hands. You tried to ignore her but she walked right up behind you and met your eye through the mirror. 
“You know Steve is never going to be interested in you right?” She asks. 
It seemed like she was going for the mean girl act. 
“What would make you think that?”
“I see the way you look at him. But you have to understand that Steve has a type and nerdy little lab rats aren’t it.” She fixes her hair as she talks. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. A girl like you could never be with someone like Steve. He just needs… more.”
“More?” You murmur. 
“Yes, more. Someone who isn’t afraid to be in the spotlight with him or able to take criticism. He needs someone that can stand by his side in the good and bad times. You don’t just seem the type. And let’s face it I’m sure he would compare you to his first love anyways and those are big shoes to fill.” 
You glared at her. “Let me guess you’re the only one that could come close since she was your aunt.” 
Sharon just shrugs, smirking as if she’d just won whatever this mind game she was trying to play. 
“Well I think it’s pathetic that you’re trying to be your aunt so badly that you’re willing to get with Steve. The only thing you have going for you is that you’re a Carter and that’s not much.” You pull away from her and head towards the door. “Maybe get a personality trait that isn’t ‘my aunt founded Shield’ and maybe you’d have a chance.” 
You didn’t give her a chance to respond before walking out. But having someone tell you what you already knew still stung. Of course Steve wouldn’t be interested in someone like you. But there was a part of you that hoped that he could see you that way. The reality is that you wouldn’t be surprised if he did end up with someone like Sharon. 
You stop right at the entrance to the ballroom again. Tony and Pepper had finally arrived and it seems like you missed their entrance. They were standing with the team. Steve immediately looked over Tony’s shoulder and motioned for you to join them. 
You took a step forward before Sharon walked right by you, knocking into you with her shoulder. She looks back at you with a knowing smirk. You watched as she made her way and stood next to Steve. She was putting on a show of touching his forearm and laughing at what he said. You sighed and headed to the bar. 
The bartender had barely put the drink down in front of you when you knocked half of it back. Just then Tony took to the stage with Pepper on his arm. You were half barely paying attention to him as he praised Pepper for everything she’s done for him. 
“This isn’t an ordinary party. We have everyone here because you mean the most to us and what would an engagement party be without family and friends.” Tony announced.
The room went dead silent for just a moment before it erupted in cheers. It didn’t take long for Tony and Pepper to get swarmed by people. You sighed, hopelessly wishing that someone would look at you and decide that you were their person. The only one that they could see themselves growing old with. But you didn’t have that luck. You weren’t even sure if you knew what true and unconditional love was. 
You flag the bartender down and ask him to keep your favorite cocktail coming. While you were happy for Tony and Pepper you weren’t really in the celebrating mood. You preferred to wallow in the feeling of not being enough. Not for your family and not enough for someone like Steve. 
****
Steve was simply stunned at the news. Sure he was happy for his friend. It felt like it was harder to find love as days passed by. Seeming to know what he was thinking Sugar stood right beside him and leaned in.
“You have time Steve. But if you think you’re being left behind, do something about it. You care about Y/N. Say something, make a move and if she doesn’t feel the same way, which I doubt, then you move on and you find someone else.” She encourages with a smile.
“I just don’t think I’d want anyone else but her.”
“Then sweep her off her feet. Trust me when I say you could have that.” She nods towards Tony and Pepper dancing. “Sooner rather than later. Love is worth the risk.” 
Steve just nodded slowly as he thought about what she’d said. He could and should do something about the feelings he’s had for you. He’s practically had them since you met. 
“This calls for a celebration.” Thor announces as he takes a flask out of his suit jacket. “What do you say Steve?” 
Steve didn’t have to ask what it was. Mead was the only thing that could get him drunk and maybe a little liquid courage is all he needed.
****
You were already tipsy and not feeling as upset as earlier. This time when the bartender placed a drink in front of you, you actually smiled back. 
“I didn’t know you were a fish.” Tony saddles up next to you and orders a drink. He leans against the bar as he looks at you.
“Not usually but we’re celebrating aren’t we?” You smile at him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you smile before. Unless you’re dancing with Steve.”
Your cheeks heat up as you look away. Tony just chuckles. 
“Anyways,” you change the subject. “Congratulations Tony. I’m very happy for the two of you.” 
“Thanks kid. You know, this could be you if you put yourself out there.” 
You roll your eyes. “Who says I don’t?” 
“C’mon kid, I know you aren’t dating anyone. You’re always in the lab or your office. You know… I have some friends I could set you up with.” Tony offers and you glare at his direction.
“Tony, you're killing my vibe. I’m not looking to date anyone.” 
“So you’re not interested in anyone? No one at all?” Tony smiles mischievously, as if he knows your deepest darkest desire. “Maybe someone tall, blonde and handsome?” He wiggles his eyebrows. 
“No Tony, I’m not interested in anyone. Now go celebrate with your fiancée and leave me alone.” 
Tony chuckles as he grabs the drink he’d ordered. He’s about to step away but he turns to look at you, a more serious look in his eyes. “You would be good for each other.” With that he walks away. 
“Yeah well that’s never going to happen.” You mumble to yourself sadly, unaware that Steve was just a few feet behind you and heard every word. 
Steve felt his heart stutter at the information. Sugar had been so sure that you liked him. But to hear those words from you stung. However the mead in his system was still giving him that boost of confidence to at least ask you to dance. Maybe this would be the last time he’d hold you close. 
“Dance with me.” He asked the moment he stopped beside you.
“What?” You were startled by Steve’s sudden appearance next to you.
“Dance with me.” 
“Now?” You looked back at the dance floor. The music was upbeat and you weren’t sure you could keep up in your tipsy state.
“You promised, remember?” 
You sigh and nod. “I do.” You drink the little that’s left of your cocktail and hop off the barstool. 
Steve holds his hand out and you take it. Warm and callous but gentle. His fingers intertwine with yours like they’ve been doing that forever. People move out of Steve’s way as he leads you to the dance floor. The band finishes their upbeat song and goes right into something slower, more romantic. You swear you saw Bucky by the stage but you’re not sure. It makes you wonder if he and Sugar requested something slow. 
“You ok?” Steve murmurs and you turn to look at him.
“Yeah.”
He gives you a sad smile as one hand moves to your waist and the other takes your hand. Without thinking twice you place your hand on his shoulder and you both begin to sway. Steve pulls you in just a little bit more, his hand moves to your lower back. The two of you stay silent, letting the music fill the empty space between you. Each of you savor the moment of being in each other's arms unaware of the feelings you share. 
“You look beautiful.” Steve whispers with a slight, barely there slur to his words. 
You look up at him wide eyed to find him staring down at you fondly. Unreadable emotions swimming in his eyes. 
“I should’ve said it sooner.” 
“Thank you Steve. You look very handsome too.” It was the truth. He looked great in his navy suit. 
You didn’t miss the way his cheeks started to turn pink and you smiled. Before you could say anything else Steve pulled you even closer. Enough that you could rest your head against his chest so you did. To your surprise he leaned his cheek atop of your head as he hummed the song under his breath. You closed your eyes and did your best to remember this moment. From the way he held you to the scent of his cologne to how safe you felt when you were with him. You had to swallow down the emotions bubbling up from your chest. 
Steve wasn’t doing much better. He wanted to bring you even closer if that were possible. To memorize the scent of your perfume. It was something delicate and special, subtle but mesmerizing just like you. Steve wanted to tilt your head back and capture your lips with his. He hoped you couldn’t feel the way his heart was beating wildly or the stuttered breaths he was taking. 
You tried but failed to keep your eyes open as Steve swayed you softly. It felt like the whole world disappeared when you were with him. Like the mission hadn’t happened or your stepmother or Sharon’s words didn’t affect you You liked that idea but you were too scared to voice your feelings, especially after what Sharon had said in the bathroom. Pushing the thought away you focus on the moment. 
You both unknowingly hope it lasts longer but eventually the music ends. Steve is reluctant to let you go. Eventually he takes a step back as the music changes. He tried to act indifferent but he held your hand a bit longer than necessary. The two of you stood there looking at each other waiting for the other to say something, to act on whatever tension had been building between you since the day you met. Steve goes to say something and you take a step closer but the moment is interrupted by the one person you didn’t want to see. 
“May I cut in?” Sharon stands beside you and smiles at Steve. 
You pull your hand out of Steve’s and give him a weak smile before you start to step away. The last thing you wanted was to watch him dance with someone else. That was meant to be something special between the two of you. 
“Sorry Sharon, I’m all danced out. Maybe next time.” 
You smile as you make your way to the bar. It seemed like the dance meant something to Steve too. At least you hoped so. 
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For the rest of the night you stayed by the bar. Drinking a bit too much. Was it a smart idea? Probably not. But you didn’t want to think or feel anymore for the rest of the night. On the other side of the room Steve was drowning his own feelings in mead. He chickened out when he had the chance to and now he regrets it. Against Bucky and Sugar’s advice he keeps drinking. 
“Ok big guy.” Sugar helps Bucky with Steve. “It’s time for you to go home.” 
“I’m good. S’good.” Steve murmurs. 
“You’re drunk and heavy.” Bucky adds. 
Steve just puts more of his weight onto Bucky who grunts in annoyance. 
“Oh great.” Sugar murmurs as she sees you still at the bar, chin resting on your hand and a drink in another. A guy is chatting you up and trying to get handsy until you throw the drink in his face. “Let me get her and we’ll send them together back to the compound.” 
“Get the fuck away from me.” 
 Luckily the party is almost over and there aren’t many people left to watch Captain America yank this stranger away from you. He’s drunk and aggressive especially after seeing the way the stranger was touching you. Thor and Bucky are immediately at his side and trying to diffuse the situation while you stare with wide eyes. Sugar is next to you in a blink. She wraps one arm around your waist and grabs your bicep with the other in order to pull you off the chair and stabilize you. You try to wiggle your way out of her grip but she’s too strong and you’re too drunk. Behind you Bucky is reprimanding Steve like a father would his son. 
“No one touches her.” Steve argues back after Bucky asks what he was thinking. 
Outside the cool breeze makes you take a sigh of relief. The ballroom had gotten too hot and stuffy. Sugar ushers you to a waiting car. The driver opens the door for you. 
“Will you be ok?” She asks, genuinely worried. 
“Have been all my life.” 
“Let me get him in there.” Bucky says from behind his wife. He pushes Steve towards the car.
Steve stumbles as he tries to get into the car. Sugar laughs at his ungraceful movements. After a minute Steve is finally in the car. Bucky and Sugar make sure you have your seatbelts on and send you on your way. 
“Thank you.” You say as you look up at Steve. “That guy was a jerk.” 
“I’ll always protect you.” 
You smile up at him before resting your head on his shoulder. The car takes off and neither of you say anything. The silence is comfortable as the car moves through the city. Every once in a while Steve would check to see if you were still awake. Then he started to sing along with the radio. It was a little off key and he mumbled through the parts he didn’t know. It made you giggle until he tried to get you to join him. 
“C’mon. Sing with me.” Steve huffs a laugh before starting to sing again. 
You tilt your head back enough to watch him with a smile. Steve turns to look at you again, your faces closer than expected. He smiled lazily at you as his eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth, then he starts to lean in. You move to wanting to meet him in the middle. 
“We’re here.” The driver calls from the front of the car. 
Steve turns to look out the window and sure enough they’ve stopped in front of the residential entrance of the compound. He pouts as he realizes that he’s missed his opportunity yet again. 
“You ok?” You ask when you see he doesn’t move to open the door. 
“Yeah.” He sighs.
The driver walks around toward the passenger side and opens the door for Steve. He takes a moment to unbuckle his seatbelt and stumble out of the car. Once he’s out Steve offers you his arm. The two of you clumsily make it from the car to the building entrance. The giggles are still there as you trip over your own feet, the heels and alcohol making it difficult for you to walk. You shriek when Steve picks you up and carries you bridal style. The elevator can’t come soon enough. The elevator opens on every floor. You hadn’t realized you hit the button to every floor.
“Did you forget what floor you live on?” Steve says as he shakes his head but smiles. 
“Maybe.” 
The doors finally open to your floor. At least you hope it is. Steve finally sets you down once he’s standing in front of your apartment. 
“Friday, the door.” You murmur. 
There’s a small click which lets you know it’s unlocked. You turn around and lean against the door while looking up at Steve. His smile is hazy, his eyes glazed over from the mead. You match his smile and lean into his touch when he cups your cheek. This could finally be the moment. Your heart stutters and your breath catches as Steve leans in. But then you see the way his smile drops and his eyes zone out before he blinks it away. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before pulling back.
“Have a goodnight Y/N.” Steve says sadly as he takes a step back and towards his own door.
You stare at him dumbfounded. What did you have to do for him to realize that you want him? With the alcohol in your system you suddenly feel much bolder and you take a confident step forward. 
“Steve.” You call his name as he turns away from you. 
His shoulders are dropped and his head is hanging low, like he’s disappointed. “Yeah?”
It’s your turn to cup his cheek and you turn his face so that he’ll look at you. Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you reach up. His brain might as well have short circuited when he felt your lips on his. It takes him a moment to realize that you are in fact kissing him and it’s not just another one of his dreams. Before Steve can even kiss you back you’re already pulling away. You look embarrassed but Steve doesn’t give you a chance to doubt yourself because he pulls you closer and this time he’s the one kissing you. 
When he finally pulls away you’re both breathless and sporting goofy smiles. You take a step back towards your apartment. Feeling bolder now, knowing that Steve at least enjoyed the kiss, you called his name again. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you hold your hand out, heart pounding.
“Stay.” 
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deepdisireslonging · 1 year ago
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A Good Handle on Things
The Reader turns heel, which turns on her boyfriend. Despite not having much time to explore the possibilities, the Reader makes the best of it.
Pairing: Will Ospreay x Reader
Warnings/Promises: public SMUT in a closet, subby!Will, handjob, oral (male receiving), quickie, implied further smut
Word Count: 1215
Note: Happy Easter! This Ospreay guy is starting to grow on me. I haven't thought much about writing for him. Let’s change that, shall we? Happy reading!
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To the roar of the crowd, you happily left the arena. Things were going perfectly. Your new gear was a hit. And, more importantly, the crowd despised your heel turn. The cost was high, threatening your relationship with over half of the women’s division. Maybe with the heat, more people would become invested in what you ladies were up to, and Tony Khan would finally agree to more TV time.
You were as much of a success backstage as the crowd hated you out front. After receiving your congratulations for becoming AEW’s most hated woman, you practically skipped to your dressing room.
Where a tall drink of tea was leaning against your door.
“Well done, love. Couldn’t have stabbed my best friend in the back better myself.” Will wrapped your arms around his neck so he could bury his nose into your hair. “No hard feelin’s between us, right? I don’t think I’d survive being your next target.”
“Not that I can think of,” you said with a giggle. Then you leaned into his embrace. And pressed into something promising. “Will, honey. Is there something else hard between us?”
He looked up at the ceiling, innocent as a rotten rosebud. “Maybe-“ he dragged out. “And maybe… I think I like you best as a heel. It’s… it’s something, ta say the least.”
“To the least.” You bit your bottom lip, and started curling your fingers in the short hairs at the base of his neck. “I’m glad you like my new schtick. But, I hate to break it to you,” you reached past him and opened the door into your dressing room, “but we’ve got to hit the road.”
“But-“ He followed you in. Snagging your wrist, he pinned you to the inside of the door. “But I want to see this other side of you. I want to-“ he pressed his lips to your forehead, sliding your wrists over your head, “I want to explore your bad girl side.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’ll have to explore me later. We’ve got a bit of a drive, and then an early morning in just a few hours. Maybe tomorrow night?”
With a pout, he moved out of your space so you could change and toss the last of your things into your suitcase. On your way out, people kept stopping you to have you repeat bits of your promo. Will didn’t seem bothered by it. At least, not irked enough to tell people to buzz off. But he kept shifting his weight. Avoiding your gaze when you’d finish. His hand seemed twitchy when you took it. And he was limping.
“Are you okay?” You guided him and the luggage to one side so you could give him a once over out of the way of the pack-up crew. “Did you pull something in your match? Did the Doc look you over yet?”
He muttered short, flustered things to keep your hands off his ribs. But when he shifted his weight again, his grey sweatpants revealed the problem. “Really, it’s nothing. Nothing I can’t- can’t handle later.”
“Later? You can’t drive with… that.” You had to smile at his antics. It was sweet of him to not push his desire onto you when he was so obviously in need. You looked around. Until you spotted a doorknob. You dragged him towards it, gasping in delight when it turned under your grasp.
Will tried to resist. “But- you said- you said we have an early morning. And we- we could get locked in here.”
“Not the worst thing we’ve done. Besides, there’s always some of the guys that stay late. They’ll see our luggage and know we’re still nearby. Or they’ll call.” You held up your phone, activating the flashlight so that you had a little illumination. It was then that you could see how Will’s chest heaved. How his eyes drank you in. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it more than before. “I haven’t touched you yet, and you already look like I’ve ravaged you,” you whispered. It was supposed to come out as a laugh, but your own breath was short. And your heart pounded in your ears.
Outside, the packing-up of the show drifted away. At any moment, surely, your phone would start ringing.
“We-“ you licked your lips. “We don’t have much time.”
You tugged at Will’s sweats and brazenly pulled his length into the open. He groaned loudly, making you reach up to slap your other hand over his mouth. He laid his palm over your knuckles, reaching back with his other hand to steady himself against the wall.
The Heel rose up inside you.
“You gonna be quiet for me?” you whispered. Gently giving him a twist, you leaned in to lick at the underside of his jaw. Will’s eyes rolled back and he moaned again. “Gonna be good for me?”
He nodded frantically, thrusting into your grasp.
How many times had he taken you like this? In his dressing room or yours, or in some empty hallway. Shoving his hand down your pants to curl his fingers into your desperate slick while the other one kept you quiet. Now you know why he did it so frequently. It made your breath stutter to see him shake with need. To feel his length pulse in your hand. In the bare gleam of your phone, his eyes fluttered as your tugging and twisting quickened. You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them for a bit of friction that would never be enough. You didn’t care. Will’s grip tightened over your hand on his mouth. His nails bit into your skin.
“Getting close, pretty boy?”
A broken whimper was his reply.
You maneuvered your grip until you could press Will’s hand over his mouth. “Being so good for me. Letting me boss you around. Keep it up. Just a bit longer.” With that, you sank to your knees.
Your lips had barely wrapped around his length before he was throwing his head back. His release filled your mouth, spilling out and dripping onto your shirt. Doing his best to follow your order, he pressed his hand hard over the sounds that tried to escape as he rode out the high.
When he was spent, you tucked him back into his pants. And you tugged at the bottom of his sweatshirt till he let you steal it.
“I’ll change into another shirt when we get the bags to the car.”
His eyes were wild as he tried to catch his breath. Running your fingers over his cheeks and forehead, his flushed skin told you everything you’d ever need to know about whether to try this again or not.
“But-“ he gasped, swallowing hard, “but you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get mine later.” You let wickedness overtake the gleam in your eye. “Maybe I can put on a show for you?” He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the hall cupboard. The bags tipped over, rolling and sliding across the concrete until he had all of their straps and handles under control. “Well, come on, then. I can’t leave my bad girl waiting. And for the record,” he kissed you hard, pinning you against a trellis, “you can boss me around any time.”
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haydenthewitch · 2 months ago
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hey can we talk about stucky in thunderbolts* for a second SPOILERS OBVOUSLY but i NEED to talk about stucky + thunderbolts PLEASE LET ME OUT OF MY CAGEEEEE
but hayden, i hear you saying, steve is dead and is only metioned once in this movie, in a scene NOT RELATED TO BUCKY! how could you possibly make this about stu- WHAT DID BUCKY SEE WHEN HE WENT INTO THE VOID. LOOK ME IN THE EYES, DID HE SEE STEVE. DID HE SEE STEVE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
becuse my interpertation of the "void trama rooms" is they have two conditons: 1) somthing you feel extremly guilty about and 2) something that makes you want to give up/ kill yourself
we see this with yelena's trama rooms centered aroud he black widdow training. first, she lures another young girl (presumably her frenid) into a death senerio. once she's broke out of that room, the void deems it to be useless becuse she's being too resilient against that greif/trama, so we see her break out ans go into the next training memory of hers where all of the other girls hands get whipped becuse she diassembled/reassembled the gun first. the same with the drinking scene we see. the void tries to FORCE vodka down her throught to make her more prone to giving up and wallowing in greif/guilt. same with the scene we see from walker (YUCK) earlier in the movie, where he is guilt ridden about being a deadbeat dad (and apparently NOT beating an innocent man to death in broad daylight but thats a whole nother post frenids TRUST) and he ALMOST KILLS HIMSELF!!! FROM THE GUILT. we also see this with lipstick-in-my-white-valnteno-bag when she's trying to manupulate bob. she sees her father being killed becuse of HER actions (guilt + yeah i think that's kill yourself worthy) SOOOOOOO
okay so here's where i'm like. STUCKY. right becuse like. at one point bucky goes into the void and experinces probably several greif rooms AND WE DON'T GET TO SEE IT. ANY OF IT. MARVEL YOU WILL RUE THE DAY. OOOOHHHHHH DON'T PISS ME OFFF MARVEL WRITERS udjdjdidhs but anyways. at one point he grumbles "yeah i'm fine. my life has been great, i wonder what i could have seen." AND I WAS LIKE YEAH BUD. WHAT DID YOU SEE. DID YOU SEE YOUR LONG LOST BOYFRENID. DID YOU SEE STEVE???? MARVEL PLEASE JUST WISPER INTO MY EAR AND TELL ME IF HE SAW STEVE.
okay let me divide this up. things he could have seen other than steve: fighting in world war two, killing pepole. that time he tore sam's wing off in CATWS and THREW HIM OFF THE FLYING HELACARIER NEARLY KILLING HIM. winter soilder training/brainwashing sessions (to parellel yelana) where he tortures someone bucky knew (as a test to see if the winter soilder will be loyal to hydra over men bucky used to know. the winter soilder will always be loyal to hydra untill steve.) MAYBE EVEN THAT TIME HE KILLED TONY'S PARENTS. HOWARD. WHO HE WORKED WITH (in passing).
things he could have seen related to steve: CATWS ADDITON: Punching him over and over while saying "Your. My. Mission." where bucky the winter soilder stabbed steve, the love of his life. steve looking so so so tired and saying "i'm not going to fight with you, buck." and begging him to "finish it." current bucky watches and thinks, oh my god. steve's so young here. he's over 100 years old, but this steve is still noble. still has too much fight in him. still picking fights wayyy bigger than him. he still has that relentless "i'll never give up" additude that is so classic steve. at first, bucky is incredibly comforted by seeing steve, even if it's bloodied, becuse he hears ths love of his life say it again. "i know you," and "i'm with you till the end of the line." buck cringes at every punch he hears the winter soilder land. but he's got a bad memory of this fight, and hearing all the things steve said to him to try and pull him out hurts- but oh it hurts in the way of crying at the end of a good book. it's cathardic. steve realy did feel this way about him once. and then bucky gets so sad that the thoughts start to creep in. maybe if he gave up and 'welcomed the void' (killed himself) he'd get go see steve again. he misses him, god, he misses him so bad. and then the memory loops, and bucky thinks. No, thats not the end. he pulls steve out of the river. he saves steve, and then steve finds him and saves him. thats's not the end of his story; matter of fact, he's got a team he needs to save. so they can do good. on the next loop he swan dives out of the big opening in the glass; it's how he breaks into the next trama room.
this post has been microwaving in my brain literaly since i saw the movie ON OPENING NIGHT BTW. i turned to my frenid and said "OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE SAW STEVE IN THE VOID" and i haven't been normal since.
*grabbing you by the sholders* WHAT IF HE SAW STEVE. AND WHAT IF THE VOID THREW STEVE AT HIM BUT HE RESISTED BECUSE STEVE'S BRAVERY INSPIRES HIM AND HE GOES "one day, we'll see each other again. But for now i got some kids to take care of. Miss you pal, till the end of the line." WHAT THE FUCK. DID HE SEE STEVE. DID HE SEE STEVEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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justmeandmysickies · 4 months ago
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Hey, so, here's an idea:
So I get the feeling that Nick would be exactly the kind of idion to hit his head somehow--whether in a small car accident, tripping and falling somewhere, or getting into a bar fight or smth--and he just walks it off and Joe sees him later and is thinking like "my bf is being weird'' or whatever and then Nick just collapses or passes out or is all delirious.
Suddenly, Joe panics and gets nick to a hospital and then is pissed because the idiot had tried to brush off a freaking mild concussion and Nick wakes up all groggy (and maybe a lil bit emotional) and Joe just can't stay mad at the guy. Ending with a lil drizzle of fluff!!
BTW, this is my Sunday Sickness ask. {@bellysoupset}
Oh god, I'm so sorry it took me this long to get to the request but anyway, here it is!
Ouch
"Ouch" was all Nick could think as he found himself staring at the ceiling of the bar. The lights were dim but he still felt a stab of pain in his head as he looked at them. He briefly wondered how he'd ended up on the floor when the worried face of his colleague Tony appeared in his line of sight. Nick realized that his vision was blurry and he blinked a couple times to try and clear up the fog.
"Fuck, you good man?" Tony asked, biting his lip nervously. The accident had looked serious. He hadn't had the time to react as Nick slipped on the water on the floor and smacked his head on the counter as he went down. He'd looked unconscious but when Tony got to him Nick's eyes luckily fluttered open.
Nick tried to answer and tell him that yes, he was fine but all that came out of his mouth was some mumbled incoherent syllables. Now Tony looked even more freaked. "Shit, I think we gotta call an ambulance."
Nick tried to sit up at that but a firm hand pushed him back down. "No, stay down. Don't sit up just yet." Not that it mattered, he would've gone down anyways with how badly his head was swimming. Nonetheless he glanced to the side to see Frank, his boss, staring back at him, looking every bit as worried as Tony.
Nick dared another attempt at speaking. "I'm okay, seriously. Just a little bump." Damn his tongue felt heavy in his mouth but Frank seemed to have understood him well enough. "Just do me the favor and stay down for a bit longer and take a couple deep breaths. Assess yourself. You took a hard hit there."
Nick did as he was told and tried to feel every part of his body. Everything seemed to be working fine and luckily his vision was starting to come into focus again. If it weren't for the pain in his head. Nonetheless Nick sat up. Frank sighed but didn't try to push him down again. "Dude."
"I'm fine, really." Nick sat cross legged and put his head in his hands briefly, rubbing at his face and eyes to clear the rest of the fog. "But damn that hurt."
Frank was satisfied that Nick was at least alert and talking so he got to his feet. "Sure you don't need a hospital?"
"Nah, it's all good."
Frank reached out a hand, which Nick gratefully accepted, and pulled him to his feet. Nick stumbled a bit and Frank raised an eyebrow while Tony immediately jumped to catch him. "I said I'm fine!" Nick snapped at his colleague and Tony pulled back his hands. He obviously wanted to retort something but Frank shook his head at the younger man so Tony remained quiet.
"Sit down in the back, we'll just finish setting up here and then I'll give you a ride home." Frank bossed and Nick scoffed. "I told you, I'm fine. I can work."
"No, Nick. I'm taking you home. That was a nasty fall, just get some rest. Enjoy a free evening with your boyfriend or whatever, I don't care. But you're not working today."
Nick wanted to argue but honestly? He hadn't had a free evening in weeks and Joe would probably be delighted to hear that Nick was free to spend some proper quality time together. "Fine. But I live three blocks from here. I can walk, thank you very much."
His boss groaned at the stubbornness. "Ugh okay, walk then. But go home now, I don't need you here. And text me when you get there."
"Fine." Nick retorted as he went to retrieve his jacket.
"And don't even think about showing up here tomorrow!" His boss yelled after him as Nick left the bar.
Truth be told, he was a little annoyed with himself he didn't take Frank up on his offer. Nick didn't feel like anything was seriously wrong but still his head was pounding and every step felt like he weighed a thousand pounds.
So he made his way home slowly and carefully, feeling positively nauseous and absolutely exhausted by the time he got there. But a shower would fix all that, he was sure.
"So how come you're not working tonight?" Joe asked as he took off his shoes.
"Ah we're overstaffed right now and tonight will probably be slow so Frank didn't need me. In fact, I have the day off tomorrow as well." Nick lied. The shower hadn't really fixed anything. His head still felt like someone was drilling into it and he was feeling disoriented and sluggish. Still he was happy that Joe was here and his boyfriend didn't need to know what happened. He'd just worry and boss Nick around and the blonde really wasn't up for that. He'd probably be fine in a couple hours anyway.
He fell asleep as the pair was watching Criminal Minds, hopeful that a nap would help his head. He only woke up as Joe turned off the TV. "Tired?" his boyfriend asked, looking slightly disappointed. Nick sat up slowly, taking note of the way his vision swam. "Yeah a little, sorry."
Joe was a bit dumbfounded. As far as he was concerned Nick had been sleeping well and he wasn't usually the type to fall asleep watching TV. But he decided to give his boyfriend some leniency. It had been a tough couple of weeks (or months if Joe was being honest) for both of them and maybe Nick was struggling with it more than Joe had realized.
"Maybe we can take a walk? That might wake you up. This is the first night we have together in almost two weeks. I'd like to spend at least a little more time with you. You know, awake I mean." Joe looked at the floor. He felt like he was being demanding but he also felt like he had the right to be. And a walk was always a good opportunity to talk openly. He'd use the chance to ask Nick how he'd been adjusting.
Nick mentally kicked himself for falling asleep. "Of course baby, a walk sounds great."
No, a walk sounded absolutely awful. The dizziness he'd felt earlier came back with a vengeance as he got up and he had to steady himself on the arm of the sofa as his knees threatened to give out. He closed his eyes against the pain in his head and took a deep breath. Joe, who had already been putting on his shoes, looked up at Nick and frowned. "You alright?"
Nick straightened up with a practiced smile. "Yeah just got up too fast, no big deal." He went to put on his shoes as well, every small movement sending shooting pain through his head. But he was determined to hang in there.
The couple had been walking for about ten minutes when things went sideways. In Nick's case quite literally. Joe had been doing most of the talking as Nick really wasn't feeling up to it - which only heightened Joe's anxiety that something was wrong with Nick. The guy usually had energy for days and now he was falling asleep randomly and worst of all, he was quiet. Nick, the man who basically never shut up, was quiet.
Joe had just asked him a question. Nick was aware of that. He was however also painfully aware of the fact that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. The headache was getting unbearable and his body was feeling heavy. Too heavy to keep moving. He planted his hands on his knees, trying to get himself in check. But the movement caused a heavy wave of dizziness and his knees starting shaking, threatening to give out for real this time. He went down as one of his knees buckled, barely managing to catch himself on his hands before he'd faceplant the concrete. He heard Joe say his name and he felt his boyfriend's hand on his shoulder but everything sounded so muffled and far away. His vision blurred over as the world tilted to the side and then everything went black.
Nick woke up to bright lights on a shiny white ceiling. "Hey." Joe's voice was uncharacteristically soft and Nick looked to his side. His boyfriend was sat beside him in a chair and Nick noticed that Joe was holding his hand. "What happened?" His voice sounded rough but he noticed with relief that his tongue didn't feel as heavy anymore.
Joe sighed deeply and let go of Nick's hand to rub his face. "You're an idiot, that's what happened." Nick blinked at him in confusion.
"You have a fucking concussion Nick and you know what's weird about that? When you passed out earlier I caught you. You didn't hit your head because I made sure you didn't. So you mind telling me the actual reason Frank sent you home today?"
Nick averted his eyes. He felt so stupid. So he told Joe the full story and his boyfriend was silent for a long while. "I really didn't think it was that bad Joe, I swear."
"You smack your head full force on a fucking counter and think it's not that bad? You must have been feeling awful, right? You were acting weird the whole time."
"Yeah I mean I wasn't feeling well but still. I just didn't think-"
"No, you weren't thinking at all!" Joe snapped in exasperation. Nick looked away in shame and Joe bit his lip. He wasn't trying to kick a man who was already down but he couldn't help that he was upset. How could Nick be so careless? Joe did however take a deep breath before he spoke again, more calmly this time.
"You scared the hell out of me Nick. You need to tell me things like these so that I don't have to tell the paramedics that I have no idea what's wrong with my boyfriend. You can't worry me like that." He took Nick's hand in comfort. The touch was soft and careful, a small gesture that meant so much to the both of them.
"I know baby, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."
"I hope so. Now get some rest, they'll keep you overnight for monitoring. Try to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." And with that Joe got up to get in bed with Nick, wrapping a comforting arm around his boyfriend and Nick drifted off to sleep in Joe's embrace.
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quietlyimplode · 4 months ago
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for the song lyric prompt thing:
“take my hand and let it go / call me up anytime / c’mon baby, cry.” (cmon baby cry by orville peck!)
I’m not too familiar with the song so this is more a stab in the dark. Thanks for the song and the prompt! <3<3
(No warnings, ?Clint crying, 600 words)
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Worry.
Clint feels it should be raining, but the sun shines brighter than ever, a rarity for London.
He needs to get the pay phone, there’s only two in Baker St, the first he’d got to was broken, defaced.
He hoped the second wasn’t the same.
Wishes for Natasha to still be using the same burner phone.
He was getting desperate.
He’d hoped for too much.
He felt the emotions bubbling, even as he pushed them down.
The corner holds the pay phone and he walks slowly towards it. He tries not to limp, but barely can conceal it.
He’s thankful the phones in working order as he dumps coins into it.
“Come on, come on Nat, pick up. Pick up.”
The phone rings out and his coins are returned.
He puts them in again, dials and waits.
He’s barely holding it together.
“Come on,” he whispers, over and over.
It rings out and his heart skips beats.
“Nat,” he groans.
A third time, the money goes in.
The phone rings.
Once.
“Clint?”
He almost faints hearing her voice, the world tipping on its side.
“Clint?”
“Nat.”
He breathes her name.
The tears come.
He can’t help them, the relief at hearing her voice and the adrenaline flooding out of him.
“Clint? What happened?”
He can’t talk, the heaving sobs turning into heaving breaths in the release.
He wants nothing except for her to keep talking.
“Talk?”
He’s thankful it comes out as a question less than a demand.
He thinks she’d do it either way, but he sinks to his haunches the phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear and assumes a position of a hyperventilating man.
“I was just at the office, I met Pepper Potts today,” she starts, cautiously almost waiting for him to reply, “she’s nice, everyone had said she’s a bitch, but really I think that in dealing with Tony, you don’t really have time to think about any one else’s feelings because he has so many.”
Clint can feel his breathing evening out as she talks.
It’s not just shallow in amongst the sobs.
She’s giving him time.
He tunes in and out as she weaves her story and continues.
“Pepper has given me some work to do, I’ll still be on this burner; especially as my ribs heal. I think… maybe we could be friends. Tony has a friend called Happy, but he seems to be the strangest man. He’s protective of Tony though which may in fact be a good thing. It seems stupid that he’s Iron Man’s body guard, but actually I don’t think the job is as redundant as everyone thinks it is.”
Clint pushes himself into a standing position, finally able to breathe.
“I thought they… Nat, I thought they killed you.”
He can hear the worry in her voice as she assures him.
“I’m okay, I thought…”
He doesn’t elaborate.
His head hurts, his leg, the cuts on his knuckles.
He needs to go for debrief, he needs to sort his thoughts and the last couple of days.
“I’m sorry to call,” he sighs, not wanting it to end.
The phone beeps to indicate it’s almost time.
He doesn’t know what to say.
“It’s good to hear your voice,” she tells him, the silence between belaying worry.
“I’ll call soon,” he promises.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Clint?”
“Yeah Nat?”
“I…”
The phone call ends and just what she was going to say, gets lost on the phone lines.
Clint sighs.
He straightens up, and wipes his face.
He feels stronger.
She gave that to him, a gift he won’t waste.
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its-in-the-woods · 11 hours ago
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Reach For Me - Not Alone
Masterlist
-Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3,
Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x You/x reader (afab) no use of y/n
Word count: 4.5k
Synopsis: This morning is different; he hasn't been in the lobby like usual. He’s always sitting on the edge of the couch, like some gargoyle. Today he wasn’t, and the stab of pain under your ribs that had no right to hurt.
MINORS and AI dickbags GET OUT.
Rating/Warning: Missing limbs, prosthetic, wounds, ptsd, long silences, brooding, Bucky (you know why),past torture, physical and mental. Missomunication, swearing, and so on.. this whole story is just one big warning.
All mistakes, grammar, and plot holes are my own.
Bucky sat on a lounge in the main entrance to the building. Sam and Steve were late for the morning run. He didn’t want to go for a run; he would much rather be asleep, or drinking coffee, or doing anything but running. Yet it made Steve happy, and he usually kept pace with Sam, which was a much easier pace than Steve’s breakneck one. It also meant Sam could fill the air with his many grievances that he always had.
Glancing down at his watch, he gave it another fifteen minutes, then he was going to go and curl back up in his room. Or maybe see if Nat would come with him to the library, he needed some new books. Get something newer, Nat had mentioned that he might like something called Dune. He wasn’t sure how much he’d like it, but he could never say no to Nat. 
The door beeps and he glances towards it, he’d sat himself so he could see the whole space without moving. You come in, hair up in a messy bun, bag thrown over your shoulder, moving quickly towards the elevators. Front doorman not even watching as you strode through. He remembers the bag, how the corners were worn, the leather soft, something that you’d had for a long time. You had replaced at least one zipper, and several ties looked newer than others. You cared about details, keeping things just so. Despite your messy exterior, you ran things tight and neat.
He didn’t bother looking at his watch again, just getting up and moving towards the elevators. His heart pounds, but he does his best to ignore it, trying his best to not look like he was stalking you. He didn’t know what he was doing; he should have been avoiding you. Yet, every time he saw you, he wanted to be closer to you. So, for once, he was doing what he wanted to do. 
You were different, determined, stubborn, and took no bullshit from anyone. Accept from him, he’d notice you would chastise the others for missing appointments, beraide Sam for damaging his wings. But with him, things would slide. You’d rearrange appointments, give him multiple sleeves when he lost them. Never comment on how she was the only one who could get blood out of him without sedating him. Never gave him hell for his half assed repairs on his arm. Instead, just showing him how to do it himself, even giving him tools to use to do the repairs. 
“Mornin’,” He grunts, standing beside you, trying to keep his posture relaxed. It wasn’t working, his left hand clenching and unclenching. Posture as rigid as ever. 
You look up, brows scrunching, “Hey, James.” Shifting a little, he notices you almost lean towards him, fingers wrapping around the strap of your bag. He swallows, trying not to mirror how you slant towards him.
“Do you want coffee?” He asks, words spilling out more hurriedly than he meant. What the hell was he even doing? Mouth had moved before he had been able to overthink it.
Blinking a few times before you look down at the mug you were carrying. Of course, you had brought your own coffee, Bucky mentally berates himself. Couldn’t have tried something else. Like what? Get breakfast? 
“Sure, I could use a top-up.” You say he can hear how tired you are. Lately, he’d seen you in the tower more and more. Not that he had been watching or anything. Banner had mentioned that it seemed like you lived in the tower more than your apartment. He was surprised Tony hadn’t offered you a room in the place. 
The elevator dings, and you both get in. You click the button for the cafeteria, moving to stand close to him again. The silence between you it wasn’t awkward, but not comfortable either. Something was stretching, moving, bending around you both, and Bucky wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to look too close at it, or it might disappear. 
“Did you go for a run?” You finally ask, as the floors ding by, hands still clutching at the bag straps. Knuckles going white as you squeeze it tightly.
Bucky shakes his head, willing words to come up. Now was not the time to go mute. “Not today. Steve and Sam must have got caught up.” 
You nod, humming slightly, eyes glance over to him. “Steve really does love to run. You know you don’t have to go.” 
“Steve just likes to run, and Sam wants to be Steve. It’s supposed to be good for you. So I go.” Bucky sighs, not sure why he was being so open to you. It was like that, you were easy to talk to, well, as easy as it ever was for him.
You chuckle, a small smile brightening your face.“It’s a good thing Sam has wings, has to be able to beat Steve at least one thing.”
A small chuckle escaped past his lips before he could stop it. His mouth slamming shut a moment afterwards, the moment was mercifully covered when the doors open to the floor. 
You both move down the hallway, there are few people milling about. He tries not to notice how most won’t even look at him, some muttering under their breath as they hurry away. You don’t seem to care, going over to the small sink in the cafeteria, you rinse out your mug before grabbing fresh coffee. Adding one sugar and two cream. Bucky just grabs one black, storing how you take your coffee in the back of his mind.
The two of you move over to a small table where Bucky can see the whole room. He sits so that you are between him and a wall. It was a habit, he thought, and good practice. 
***
You felt uncertain as you sat beside James, not sure how you’d ended up here. It hadn’t gone unnoticed how he’d sat himself between you and everyone else. It wasn’t that you were unhappy; the last appointment had gone well, but this was different. Searching your memory, you couldn’t even think of a time you’d see him sit down, beside, when he’d been eavesdropping. The man was always moving, and doing something. Thought you had seen him around more in the last few weeks.
“Why’d you get into this line of work?” James breaks the silence, sipping on the coffee, his eyes never stop moving around the room. Assessing the place, seeing things that you won’t even know to look for. 
Putting your cup down, you try to figure out what to say. Deciding just to be honest. “My Dad was a double amputee, hand and leg.” His eyebrows go up at the admission. “He struggled so hard, it made me want to help others. Taught myself how to make prosthetics, do molds, casting, all of it. ” 
“So you then joined the military?” He says quietly, his head turns slightly before the elevator dings, eyes scanning the newcomer.
“To be a medic, and hopefully earn my way through medical school. I knew that biolinking and cybernetics would be the future.” You sigh, fiddling with the mug in your hand. 
“Your Dad must be proud” He says as he quietly watches everyone move around the space.
“Yeah, maybe. I wouldn't know.” You answer, trying not to dwell on the fact that your Dad would have hated that you served. Not to mention he would be pissed that you worked for someone like Stark. 
“Lost contact?” He presses, this is the most words he’d spoken to you since you met him. 
“He died.” You say softly, apparently today was the day of confessions. Body held tight, waiting for him to reply. Looking over, he’s staring at you, the way your heart lurches should be illegal. Tears form but you look away before they grow into anything more.
“He’d be proud,” James says quietly, looking back towards the room.  Sitting there like he hadn't just pressed balm on an old wound.
***
The next four Wednesday went by the same, James would be in the lobby, you’d both go and sit to have coffee. Sometimes, you didn’t talk at all, just enjoying companionable silences, people watching. It was comfortable, simple, in a way that didn’t need naming. Occasionally, he’d reveal small snippets from missions he went on that weren’t classified. It’s nice, normal, probably the closest thing you’ve had to a friend in a while. 
It was toeing the line of professionalism, but for once, you let it slide. It was James, and he had wormed his way into being someone you cared about. It was just coffee, among companions. You tried not to let the what ifs sink too deep into your mind. If distance was needed, you’d cross that bridge then.
This morning is different; he hasn't been in the lobby like usual. He’s always sitting on the edge of the couch, like some gargoyle. Today he wasn’t, and the stab of pain under your ribs that had no right to hurt. 
You choose to sit for a few minutes, waiting to see if he’d show. When he didn’t, you’d gone up to the cafeteria, wondering if he’d be there. No such luck. It shouldn’t have stung; you knew that. It shouldn’t have hurt like you’d been stood up at the prom. But it did, and that was dangerous. 
Grinding your teeth, you get into the elevator, you flip through your tablet. Noting that there was no mission out, everyone had come back yesterday. All you had were a few appointments with those injured and lab time with two vets. You mentally tell yourself to be professional, that you could not be looking at things so closely.
Closing the tablet, you get off and head straight to your office, heart pounding a little more than you’d like. The room was cool and clean, the two large palms you’d bought made the place feel a little more like home. 
“Get yourself together, he doesn’t owe you or anyone anything,” You chastised yourself as you got busy opening up files and downloading any information you needed. 
Scarfing down your coffee, you shift focus, your mind wandering away from the brooding super-soldier. Steve would be here in about thirty minutes, and he was definitely going to be moaning about not using his arm for a few weeks while it healed. 
***
“You stole my running partner,” Steve says, sitting across from you, one arm in a sling, eyes narrowed as he watches you read his notes. 
“James is a grown man, Steve.” You say quietly, zoom in on the hairline fractures that cover Steve’s right radius. “I am going to ask you not to use that arm for a week. We will do a follow-up x-ray next Wednesday to see if it’s healed.”
“Did he ask you to go for coffee?” Steve presses, shifting in the chair. You’d found some that were reinforced and padded well. Thor had approved. 
Sighing, you click the files closed, “Are you asking me as a friend or doctor?” 
His eyebrows raise, he shuffles again, the sling clearly bothering him. “Both?” Sighing, he rubs at his face with his left hand before standing and starting to pace. “He’s just never-.” His hand waves wildly in the air, like that will make the words magically appear. “Bucky has a routine, a plan for his day; he doesn’t deviate from that.”
You sit back, wondering if you are somehow straining their friendship. Brushing that aside, you let him speak his mind. Hiring a therapist and psychologist for the whole crew is moving up the priority list. 
He paces a few more times, “It’s good, Doc. Surprising, but good.” You relax a little at that, leaning back in your chair. “Have you guys gone out, outside of the office?”
Your brows furrow, “Steve, we get coffee. As friends.” You emphasize the last word clearly. “I am his doctor, he is my patient. It’s coffee.” 
Steve stops, his eyes looking over you as if assessing if you’re lying to him. He sits down, fiddling with the strap of the sling.  
“Right, just coffee.” Steve stares back at you, his blue eyes following yours. “Is that normal for doctors and patients?”
You groan, hearing your own inner thoughts out loud was grating. “No, but neither is seeing the same patients multiple times for various injuries.” Stopping, you realize how defensive you sounded. “Am I overstepping Steve?”
“No.” He said simply, his lips flicking into something like a smile. “I am glad Bucky has someone like you. It makes a difference.” He sighs. “Just hope he is okay.”
You blink a few times, waiting for him to tell you the rest. “Is there something I should know?”
“Mission went sideways,” Steve’s mouth thins, eyebrows drawn together. “He’ll be okay, just needs time and space.” He nods his head as if convincing himself of what he is saying.
***
You’d just gotten into the apartment, cursing the four flights you had to climb. Perks of living in a building that was older than most of its occupants. It was almost three am, and your phone was ringing. Digging around in your bag, you realize it’s your personal phone. Picking it up, you saw an unknown number flashing on the front. Your heart is stuttering in your chest.
Flicking open your phone, answering. “Hello?”
There are roughly twelve people who had this number, and one of them was James Barnes. 
“Doc?” A quiet voice answered back, hoarse, rough like he hadn’t slept in days.
“Yep, it's me, James. Do you need me to drop by?” The words come out in a tumble as you turn to start down the stairs. Already finding your car keys, and thanking whoever was above that you had a good parking spot close to the building. 
“Umm.” He went silent on the other end. You are sliding down the stairs as fast as you can, hand pushing against the metal of the door to outside. 
“It's all good, I am already on my way. What floor are you on?” You mentally groan at yourself for not getting his info beforehand.
It was quiet on the other end, you opening the trunk of your car making sure your first aid bag was in there. Unzipping it, you take a quick stock of what you have. Before throwing in several bottles of gatorade and a handful of protein bars into it that you kept tucked in the back seat. 
You pull your work phone out and scroll down to Steve’s number, hovering over it. If you had to, you would phone him and get the floor and room number. 
“Floor eighty-two, east wing, room eight-eight-five,” He says softly, before the line goes dead. 
You’ve never driven so fast in your entire life. Several yellow lights are flown through, you roll through a stop sign and just hope the cameras don’t catch you.
The doors slide open, and you’re through them in moments, scanning your bag and going through the body scans. Vance, who worked the night shift, looks up at you from behind his large desk. His brows scrunching as you all but run to the elevators. 
“Something I should know about?” He asks, his hands already on his walkie. 
You shake your head, “No, Vance.” Thinking for a moment, “just had an idea pop into my head.” 
His eyes narrow, but you don’t waste time; you scan your card for the express elevator and wait for the doors to close. Despite it being one of the fastest elevators in the world, the seventy-plus floors seem to take hours instead of seconds. 
Turning east, you move down the hallway as quickly as possible. The halls aren’t as well lit as other areas, most of the doors are popped open, like no one else lives on this floor. Some have plastic covering them, others have big DO NOT ENTER stencilled on them in yellow and red. You try not to dwell on the fact that Bucky had taken up residence in what appeared to be an unoccupied wing of the tower. 
Your stomach twists, wondering if part of this was to do with Stark. He always seemed a little put off by the soldier. If that was the case, you’d be having some very choice words with him.
Stopping in your tracks, you backtrack, realizing you must have missed it. Turning back, you find it, the numbers are barely staying on, room eight-eight-five. Stopping in front of it, your heart pounds, unsure of what you’d find on the other side of the door. An image of Bucky’s shoulder bloody and mangled pops up. Pushing that back, you raise your hand and knock twice. Trying to be firm, but hopefully not aggressive. 
Hearing nothing, you knock twice more, leaning so your ear is almost pressed against the door. Nothing. Reaching forward, you grab the handle, and turning it, you are surprised when it opens. 
***
Bucky was surprised you’d answered, much less offer to come over. It didn’t feel real, the concern that laced over your voice, like you cared about him. You did care, right? 
He stares at the phone in his hand, wondering if he should phone back. Tell you not to bother coming, that he was fine. He’d call Steve or Sam instead. Something tugged in the back of his mind, you would come anyway. You won’t have taken his half-ass excuse. He places the phone on his nightstand, back pressed against the wall. Trying to ease his racing mind, the thought of the mission flashing in front of him.
The mission had not gone as planned. They needed files, stuff on paper that had never been uploaded. There was supposed to be maybe one or two staff still in the desolate place, nothing that they couldn’t handle according to the intel. 
As soon as they had made their way into the room, Bucky had known something was wrong, Steve’s shoulders had gone stiff, and Nat had immediately moved forward, quiet, silent. Sam is checking in over the coms. It wasn’t a bank of file cabinets in the room; it was cryo-chambers. Seven of them, tubes still hanging, wires snapping as power ran through them. Fresh blood smeared across the floor. 
“It’s a trap,” Steve had spoken into the coms. It had crackled, and then everything had gone to hell.
A dozen HYDRA agents came up from their left and right, armed to the teeth, and opened fire. Nat had taken out two before they fired, Steve’s shield going up, Bucky stepping behind Steve, hand already on a gun. 
Then the speakers began to play, Bucky had heard the first russian word. His eyes went wide, cold crawling up his spine. He covers his ears, Nat and Sam screaming into coms that he needed to get out. Without thinking he ran towards the door, the next word coming out. Bullets fired all around as he tried to make his escape. His mind started to scream, body fighting against him as he moved towards the stairs. The cold ache pulse through the wound, his arm freezing up, he could feel it coming. The darkness crawled up his neck, trying to grab a hold of him. His breath was barely coming out, panic shooting through him, the words digging into his skin.
The glass in the stairwell goes dark, Bucky thrown off guard, doesn’t duck as Sam pushes through the glass. His wings spread wide like a guardian angel, he’d grabbed Bucky and dragged him out of there. Glass decorating both of them as they are pulled into the air. 
Sam had dropped him outside the building in the dust before going back to grab Steve and Nat. Steve had hurt his arm, Nat had been shot, and Sam was pissed. Bucky felt himself start to shut down as he limped his way towards the helicarrier. He didn’t want to shut down, wanted to say he was okay, that the words hadn’t affected him. His shaking hands betrayed him. He needed space, room; he couldn’t breathe. Everything was too loud and sharp. 
Sam was yelling at one of the SHIELD agents about almost getting everyone killed. Steve was trying to calm Sam down as Nat was being looked over by the medics. It was too much. The echoes of the words, the yelling, the sound of the machine's blades thumping inside his mind.
As soon as the doors had opened back at the tower, he had fled. No debriefing, no going over what went wrong. Didn’t matter how much Fury and Tony had shouted for him to go back. He’d left. The urge to run out doing anything else. So he hid in his room, on a floor no one else used. Somewhere that was quiet, just the sound of the climate control and his own heartbeat. He had fended off the dozen texts he’d gotten, saying he just needed space, rest, a moment. It worked. 
Yet when the night had come again, and the itch had grown. He’d taken the arm off and put it back on. He’d used pens, hangers, the edge of the door to scratch at the scar. It hadn’t helped; he wanted it off of him. He wanted them out of his head, to not be a liability. A threat. He was back standing in his closet, reaching for a knife when he found your card. The card he’d placed on top of the hidden weapon, to remind him of your kindness.
Now you are stepping through his door, like he hadn’t been a moment away from carving into himself, again. Bucky makes himself get up, the baggy clothes feeling uncomfortable on his frame as he stands there looking at you in the doorway. 
You have a large bag over your shoulder, your clothes looking like you hadn’t changed; your hair dishevelled like you’d been running your hand through it a hundred times. He wants to say something, but his words are locked in his chest somewhere. Instead, you step in, close the door. Your eyes scan over him, he had changed from his bloody tactical gear, and none of the wounds had needed more than a bandage. 
Clearly satisfied with what you saw, you move over to his small dining table, dropping the bag down close to it. Digging around, you pull out two gatorades and a bunch of protein bars. 
“Sit,” You say, tone even, but forceful. 
He moves over, sitting down, his body feeling like a heavy weight. You uncap one and slide it over, along with a protein bar.
“You look like hell,” You say firmly, opening up your own bottle. “When was the last time you ate?”
Bucky doesn’t say anything, just taking a deep drink of the sweet liquid. It felt like his voice had been ripped out of him. 
“I am signing you up for ASL. Help when you have a hard time talking.” You say quietly, ripping open a protein bar. “The mission didn’t go well, I take.” 
“No,” He whispers out, taking a bite out of the bar. The words cutting into him, admitting the problem out loud, hurt.
You nod, sitting back into the chair, posture relaxed. Waiting. It reminds him of Steve, how he’d always wait for Bucky to find his words. He puts the bar down, trying to figure out how to explain what happened. Why he had phoned, why he was sitting here at four am across from you. 
The story comes out in a ramble; he isn’t even sure if he gets all the details right, but the gist is there. The words, the way they’d still affected him, despite how far he’d come. How the trap had more than likely been set for him, to trigger him back into being the Winter Soldier, to turn him against his comrades. His voice is ragged by the end of it, hands trembling, as he finally looks up at you. He blinks a few times, eyes burning with unshed tears. Ones he refuses to let fall.
Your eyes aren’t wide, no shock, or fear. They are soft, understanding, just listening, like he didn’t just admit to almost going back into the killing machine he is. He looks too long, searching for a reason to put you at arm's length. Something that would give him reason to tell you to leave.
Your hands carefully reach for his hands, let them linger over top of his, giving him permission to leave. When he doesn’t, you carefully cover them, not holding them, just placing them on top like a promise. 
“James,” You say quietly, making him look back up at you. “You’re still here. You didn’t hurt anyone or yourself. You called me, that’s progress.”
He swallows, unsure how to feel about this.“It could have gone wrong, I could have slipped-.”
“But you didn’t. Your team had your back, and you reached out when things got to be too much.” You reassure, squeezing his hand. “Trust is not easy, and it is so easy to slip back into old habits.”
***
You let go of James’ hands, sitting back a bit. If brains made noise, his would have been whirling like a steam engine. His whole body was a taut line of muscle and confusion; he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Except this time, there was no shoe to drop. No one was mad at him; there was no discipline to be had. If anything, his team was worried about him, wanted to make sure he was okay, that he was safe. Steve and Sam had stopped by your office twice that day to ask if you’d heard from him. Nat walked by and looked in without a word. He had people who cared for him, more than he understood. 
“What if something happens? If I slip back, they get hold of me again.” James says quietly, like a secret he doesn’t want to let out.
Take a breath, you think about this for a second, you haven’t really thought about it. It had never been on the front of your mind, despite his lengthy history. You always felt like now that they had him, they’d always be able to get him back. Especially with the bond he had built with Steve and Sam.
“Do you think Steve would leave you? Sam? Me?” You add the last one, not sure how you felt; but hoping that it helps him see that there were people in his corner. 
He swallows, grabbing the bar wrapper and folding it, “I-I don’t know.”
You nod, years of never having anyone would do that to a person. “But, I know.” You let the words sit in the air between you, not pushing, not forcing him to say he believed. Just the words, the truth. “You aren’t alone in this anymore.”
The two of you sat there for a moment, Bucky still folding the bar wrapper over and over again. When his stomach growls, loud enough for you to nearly break into exhaustion-induced hysteria. He cracks, too, his face splitting into the first smile you’d seen from him. 
“Okay, we need pizza, and probably some beer.” You chuckle, “Cause I am not watching your stomach eat you.”
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Author's note: Things are progressing and I have an idea where things are going to go. That said, it is still very slow burn, both of our characters have some issues to be sort out. Plus there is the whole doctor-patient thing *ahem*. More to come soon.
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