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darsynia · 4 months ago

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Forgiven (CEO Steve/f!Reader)

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST | Ro Roll

Summary: Since dropping out of school to care for your sister, your daydream has been that a rich, handsome man will save you from drowning in debt. Until then (read: never), you’ll work hard at your new receptionist job and try not to ogle the impossibly hot construction guy working in the foyer…

Words/Warnings: 2,855 | none

As 5/7 of my Ro Roll birthday fics for @ronearoundblindly, forGIVEn is a fluffy meet cute between CEO Steve and f!Freader. Gif is by @ashilesun.

Excerpt:

“Something wrong, miss?”

You look up to see Foreman Eye Candy standing beside the desk looking gently concerned. One sandy blonde curl is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and you can see that his eyes are a gorgeous shade of blue.

From behind you, a hand lands on your shoulder with just enough pressure to guide you to your seat.

“Nothing of note, Sir, I’m sure!” your coworker says hurriedly.

“All right,” the man says, setting his left hand down on the counter. There’s no ring on his finger. ‘Sir’ Eye Candy (you’re going to hell for all of this) offers a kindly, “Have a good afternoon,” and right at that moment, both of the reception phones ring. There’s no time to process the oddness of what’s just happened, not until you’re back at home and making dinner for your sister.

“How was your hump day?” Jennie asks from the living room.

You nearly splash boiling hot water all over yourself.

FORGIVEN

“Thank God for the internship last summer!” your sister says (again).

“I do, I do,” you promise, looking at yourself critically in the grubby bathroom mirror. She doesn’t have to know you pick a new deity to mentally ‘thank’ every time. Today it’s Thor, because you need to bring electricity to your first day on the job.

You’re hoping to look professional but approachable for this customer-facing position, and it looks like the months of clothes thrifting before your internship last year are really paying off. Do you wish you could work in your field of choice? Sure, but working in the same company as a receptionist means you have both in-field and company knowledge. Once Jennie is back on her feet, you hope to be back on yours, too.

You step into the kitchen to check that everything is set up for your sister. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come back at lunch?”

“No mother hen-ing, you promised! I’ll be fine, and you’ll need your own lunch!”

Your watch beeps that it’s time to start walking to work, so you slip into your sturdy dress shoes and give the room a final once-over. Jennie’s cooler of food is near the couch, she’s got all of the remotes, and her walker is within reach. You’ve even put a pair of crutches in the umbrella stand and lashed the damned thing to the couch so she can’t knock it over. Her charger is at hand, the blinds are down, and the end table has her morning coffee on a coaster.

“Get out or I’ll start throwing things at you and you’ll be late from having to clean them up!” your sister teases.

“I love when you nag,” you tell her, shutting the door before she can retort.

Star Industries is honestly your dream workplace, even after pausing your mechanical engineering degree to take care of Jennie. After Tony Stark and his company spun it off as a subsidiary, Star really came into its own. The company has an inspiring mission: to ensure safe, affordable prosthetics for the people who really need them. Many customers are war veterans, just like the two men in charge. The COO even has one himself.

You’d filled out your paperwork after hours, so when you walk into the building, it’s a nice surprise to see how the morning light floods the lobby. The atrium of the building is made up of a multi-storey open space lit by tall windows, with the company’s logo laid out in the tile floor right as you come in the doors. The A in the word ‘STAR’ is, of course, a star, but it’s the missing ‘K’ from its parent company that catches the eye. Instead of upright, the K is laid on its ‘back.’ One stick figure’s front leg and another stick figure’s back leg make up the angled lines from the K--and they’re both wearing prosthetics.

The name badge you’re given has a smaller version of the same logo, and you can’t help but hope this isn’t the only time you’ll be representing the company. You fix it to your lapel and sit nervously at the desk beside the woman who will train you. It’s an hour before you come up for air long enough to notice there’s some renovation work going on nearby.

Honestly, ‘notice’ is embarrassingly underselling it.

The windows in the lobby are clearly designed to encourage shafts of sunlight that flood a particular area with a cheerful glow. You’ve managed to look over right when one such beam illuminates a man wearing rough work clothes, his head tipped back to drink out of a water bottle. He’s handsome as hell, with a face like Adonis and powerful muscles straining his sweat-damp t-shirt. The sunlight turns him into a golden statue, and you sure as hell would visit museums more often if the art looked like that!

Your phone rings and you answer promptly, tearing your eyes away from the construction worker just as he smiles at someone. The stammered greeting you offer to the caller could be chalked up to it being your first day, but that isn’t the reason at all.

Your first week on the job is equal parts satisfying and stressful. Satisfying because it turns out you’re a natural at taking zero shit with maximum politeness. Your stress comes from the renovations.

The work isn’t loud, and it’s not like you’re worried about safety or anything. Technically, your job isn’t affected at all… well, not because of your assigned work, that is. No, you’re the one affected, and it’s thanks to the man who seems to be in charge.

After that first day, the tarp that separated their construction from the rest of the lobby had been removed, meaning you could just look over and see him at any point throughout your day.

You’ve been rationing those glimpses for your own sanity.

Despite this, there are still details you’ve noted. One, he’s definitely the foreman. Everyone defers to the guy, but his leadership style seems to rely on trust and respect. Two, he has the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. Paired with his looks, it’s a disastrous combination, especially given Reason Number Three: he’s an utter beast. More than once you’ve seen him moving things with ease that would take multiple other men to lift.

Today is Monday and the men were all at work before you arrive. Their project is taking shape; it appears to be a café with low counters, maybe a wheelchair-friendly gathering space? It would be on brand for the company, and certainly explains why you’ve been brought on as a second receptionist. The usual population in the lobby will certainly go up once it’s completed.

Before you sit down, you take stock of the wide welcome desk. Would anyone notice if you nudged one of the large flower pots to the left to mostly block your view of the café area? You decide to risk it. Foreman Eye Candy is a Distraction with a capital D, and you already love this job.

The morning goes smoothly--but by lunch you’re fairly certain you’ve memorized the pattern on the side of that damned pot, for as often as you’ve looked over at it.

When you come back from your break, the pot is back where it was before.

Your hands shake a little bit as you log back into your computer. Did a cleaning crew come through and adjust it? You’re not brave enough to ask the senior receptionist for fear she’ll question why it was moved in the first place. It’s probably a fluke, you decide.

Without your makeshift barrier, you find yourself looking over at the Foreman way too many times before you’re done for the day, but he’s smiled at least twice in your direction, so that’s something.

On Tuesday morning, you choose discretion as the better part of valor and scoot the pot over to obscure your view again, even taking the time to nudge its closest neighbor a little, to even up the spacing.

After lunch on Tuesday, both pots are moved back, and Eye Candy is smiling. You doubt the two are related.

On Wednesday you bring in one of those Newton’s Cradle desk toys with permission from your coworker at the desk. It’s altruistic, distracting the children when their parents show up to ask questions. Because your area is recessed a bit, you risk setting the item on a little paper sorter to make it level with the visitors’ side. Completely incidentally, that placement blocks some of your view of the café under construction.

You come back from lunch to find the shelf moved to the other side of your computer monitor.

It’s so disconcerting that you stand there staring at it in shock for a long moment, long enough to attract attention.

“Something wrong, miss?”

From behind you, a hand lands on your shoulder with just enough pressure to guide you to your seat.

“Nothing of note, Sir, I’m sure!” your coworker says hurriedly.

“How was your hump day?” Jennie asks from the living room.

You nearly splash boiling hot water all over yourself.

Chanting ‘it’s Wednesday, that’s called ‘hump day,’ there’s nothing that implies you’ve been thinking impure thoughts, pull it together!’ in your head, you answer something non-committal and continue with dinner.

That night you have a dream that Sir Eye Candy walks over and smiles at you, illuminated by one of those rays of light straight from heaven.

On Thursday you arrive at work to find the pots have all been moved farther back along the decorative part of the receptionist’s desk, much too far to move any of them without notice.

As if he’d been waiting for you to see the change, you make brief eye contact with Sir Eye Candy. He does a little nod of acknowledgment before turning to move the large sign for the café. By himself.

“Am I awake?” you whisper to yourself, unable to look away from how effortlessly he moves under heavy strain.

“Keep staring at the boss like that and the rest of his crew will never let you hear the end of it!” your front desk coworker Marcia jokes.

Your cognitive function flatlines as you try to process the word ‘boss’ while at the same time watching the man in question wipe sweat off of his brow. “It’s obvious he’s the foreman,” you mumble, dropping your phone so you have to look away to pick it up. If the screen cracks, you deserve it.

“Oh, honey, this is his side gig. Pet project. Maybe even a vacation, knowing Rogers,” Marcia chuckles.

The name ‘Rogers’ finally gets through to you, in context to ‘the boss.’ Steve Rogers.

Sir Eye Candy is CEO Eye Candy.

“Wait…”

“There it is!” Your coworker gives you the kind of look only busybody aunts and elder coworkers can pull off. “Word is his gym is closed for a few weeks, so he pulled some strings to move this project up. Nice way to start a new job, yeah?”

You’ve been ogling the CEO. “Should I put in my two weeks’ notice?” you whisper. Dismay doesn’t even cover it. You’re practically mortifie--

“I’d advise your manager not to accept,” a nearby voice says. “If anything, I probably ought to call myself into an HR meeting. I’ve been quite distracted this past week.”

It’s CEO Eye Can-- Rogers. All you can do is mutely look up at him, watching the amused look on his face turn into a stern one.

“Have you been messing with my plant display?”

It’s not at all what you were expecting him to say, and you’re still befuddled by the idea he was distracted by you, so you stammer out an admission that yes, you did move his pots.

The phone rings, and after a subtle gesture from Rogers, Marcia takes the call.

“Sir,” you begin, noting the way his posture straightens on hearing the title. You lick your lips in nervousness, and god, his eyes go straight there. HR would be having kittens.

“Go on?” Rogers’ voice is resonant. Everything about this feels like a rom-com, and you are totally worried you’ll screw it up.

“Forgive me for staring?” you offer. You’d meant to say something less obvious, but it’s too late now.

“Yes, well. I’d like to go over your conduct at a lunch meeting, if, that is, you--” he breaks off, lifts his chin, and clears his throat. “In a half hour.”

“I-- Of course--” You’ve answered too late, he’s already walking away and calling out to the crew. Stunned, you look over at Marcia. She’s grinning, but doesn’t look up, and you decide to take your cues from her.

Fifteen minutes later, the work crew wraps up. You see them file out in your peripheral vision, but if Rogers is going to play the Principal’s Office card, you’re going to play at being an obedient student.

This sends your mind on a complete irresponsible rampage, and you’re still tamping down the mental images when a gentleman in a suit walks up to the front of the desk.

Your welcoming smile is already in place when you lift your head to greet him, but it widens into surprised happiness to see that it’s Rogers. At the very last minute you stop yourself from acting like he’s picking you up for a date, even though you very much hope that’s what this is, HR be damned. Every fairytale has a villain, after all, and villains are made to be thwarted.

“Can I help you, sir?”

The word choice is deliberate.

“You can. Marcia, do you usually cover for lunch?”

“I do.”

“Good. We’ll be prompt,” he says firmly, tapping the flat of his palm on the desk with finality. You take the cue, getting up and slinging your purse over your shoulder, but inwardly your stomach is a riot of sawdust.

Are you reading this wrong? All of your teenage aspirations to be swept off of your feet by a rich, handsome man feel like lead weights at the bottom of your shoes. Steve Rogers’ reputation is sterling, and despite your less-than-angelic daydreams, you don’t want to come across like a gold-digger. Even if you are strapped for cash.

Rogers opens the door for you. The front door. The front door of his business. It’s heady and confusing, even more confusing when a slick silver car pulls up and a valet hands him the keys.

“You look like you either need sunglasses or smelling salts,” he says gently.

“A neck brace,” you quip. “For the whiplash.”

His smile is sheepish as he opens the car door for you. “That’s fair.”

The car is cinematically nice inside, and you suppress the desperate desire to pinch yourself until you wake up as he gets in and adjusts the seat for his height. He doesn’t look over at you, which your adrenaline-drunk mind can’t decide is good or bad.

Then he does, and all you can do is smile back at him.

“A confession: I cribbed some of those lines.” Rogers eases the car out into traffic and lets out a long breath. “From Bu-- a friend of mine. Advice on how to be in charge and ask out a subordinate at the same time.” He stops at a red light and shoots a look over at you. “How’d I do?”

You kind of want that neck brace, but despite the trappings, you’re really enjoying who this man is turning out to be. “That depends. Do you want me to be turned upside down and sideways?”

That earns you a look akin to the one he sent you when you’d called him ‘sir.’ You shiver, and he notices. “I don’t think you want to know what his advice might be on the answer to that question! How about ‘maybe?’”

“Maybe is good,” you manage.

“Glad to hear it. What would you like? Italian? Deli?” Rogers looks over and catches his breath like he’d forgotten his wallet. “An invite to lunch without your employment on the line? I’m sorry about that. I got--” He looks back at the road, hands tight on the steering wheel. “--carried away.”

His candid mix of charm and command are sweeping you completely off your feet, tarnished halo and all. “I don’t think I have time to phone a friend for a better answer, but is ‘maybe’ still good?”

Your sister would walk her ass to the car to smack you if she knew you’d just told the CEO of your new company you’re a ‘maybe’ for a one-on-one ‘maybe’ date with him. You suspect his friend would be facepalming, too.

“Your job isn’t on the line, I promise. I’d never misuse power like that--” He breaks off from his serious tone, looks down at his suit and the fancy car you’re both sitting in, and chuckles. “All evidence to the contrary.”

The whole situation is absurd, unrealistic, completely romantic, and everything you’ve always wanted.

You’re going to wake up any minute now.

Rogers looks over and raises his eyebrows. You realize with embarrassment that he wants you to either tell him where he can stuff his lunch invitation, or where the two of you can go eat.

“I got carried away too,” you rush to say. “Yes to lunch. No maybes in sight.”

“You’re forgiven,” he smiles.

to be continued...

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fictional-mind21 · 1 year ago

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BAAOA -Part 1 (The Meet)

Characters: Y/N, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and Vision

Synopsis: Meeting the Earth’s Mightiest Hero’s

Warnings: The bold letters are the readers thoughts. Otherwise, none?

Word Count: 933 (Thought this would be longer)

a/n: Also, Gifs aren’t mine.

You sneak behind the door

“Y/n, here’s no point in trying to hide I know it's you“ Tony said

Not coming out of your hiding place nor responding you sneak deeper into the poorly lit hallway suddenly bumping into someone

Your eyes widen turning around quickly to try and cancel out the noise but its already too late

“ooof“

You hear the figure say

“shhh“ you whispered as quietly as you could holding your index finger to your mouth

“Y/N you don’t actually believe you can scare me, right?“ Tony says his voice getting closer

“So i’m guessing your Y/n??“

You put your hand up to their mouth

“mmm!“

Holding his arms out in surrender “MMK“

“nice try, Y/N“ you heard a stern voice from behind you say

“Uggghhh so close“ you say annoyed, glaring at the person in front of you

You turn around and smile genuinely happy just annoyed that you couldn't surprise him

“TONY!!!!“ you hug him

“Hey kiddo“ he says spinning you around

“You have a kid?!?”

Both of you turn around forgetting there’s somebody else in the room.

You glare at him while Tony introduces you guys

“Y/n, this is Sam Wilson“ he says

“Wilson, this is y/n”

“Your kid??!!” Sam says utterly bemused

“My niece“ Tony clarifies

“ouch“ you scoffed trying not to laugh

“you didn't let me finish“ he says pretending to be annoyed

“Sorry continue great sir“ You bow mockingly

He turns serious facing Sam “She’s like a daughter to me and we all know what a flirt you are but hurt her and you're in trouble with me.”

“Got it“ Sam says

“He's joking” you say as Tony walks away but turns back when he realizes you aren’t behind him

“I can kick your ass myself” you say walking toward Tony but turning back to look at Sam

“Got it“ Sam says surrendering with his hands up

The Next Day

“So you ready to meet the team?“ Tony asks you outside the door of the conference room

“Ye-Yeah“ you say, your breath shaking

Tony looks at you concerned

“You know, we can do this another time.You don’t have to meet earth's mightiest heroes when you know Iron Man.“

You smile

What if they hate me? What if they laugh at me?

“Look, for what it's worth you’re one of my favorite people“ he says as if reading your mind

“That’s because you have to, we’re family“ you laugh the tension in your chest easing a bit

“What’s that got to do with anything?“ he says raising an eyebrow

“Ok i’ll give you that one“ a small smile appearing on your face

“You ready?“

You take a deep breath in

“yeah, let’s do this“

“Plus, even you should know that even if we weren’t family I have very high standards“ he says looking back at you and opening the conference room door

You laugh, finally feeling the clenching hand on your chest let go. Still nervous but not anxious you walk into the conference room and turn to face the team as you hear Tony say

“Guys I called this meeting because there’s someone I want you to meet“

All the conversation stop and all eyes turn to Tony but he looks at you

Breathe

“Hi” you say making all eyes turn to you

“Y/n!!“ you hear a familiar voice say

“Sam“ you say glaring at him jokingly

“Is that your name?“ a girl says smiling, helping you feel at ease

“Yeah, my name is y/n. I’m Tony’s niece. My mother was his sister.“

“You had a sister?“ You hear another girl say with her arms crossed, making her look intimidating

“Yes geez, I don’t have to tell you guys everything. Just wanted to introduce her because she’ll be staying with us“

“Well, I’m Wanda“ says the girl who’s smile put you at ease

“Steve Rogers“ you hear a guy with dirty blonde hair say

“Name’s Natasha Romanoff“

“Vision“

“and your friend Sam, of course“

You laugh

“How do you guys know each other?“ you hear Steve and Nat say

“Sorry don’t take it personally, if you couldn’t tell from before Nat likes knowing everything but Steve’s just curious“ Wanda says

“Its okay, We actually met yesterday“ you say

“Yeah I was walking in the hallway yesterday all peaceful when I was suddenly attacked“ Sam says

You roll your eyes unable to contain the chuckle that escapes

“Oh so its like that”

“Just being honest“ he says holing his hands up and shrugging his shoulders, feigning innocence

“I was trying to surprise Tony when this annoying voice alerted Tony of my presence“

“Well this competition ought to be fun“ Tony says rolling his eyes

Steve chuckles shaking his head and Nat smirks

“Before I forget kiddo there one other person who you haven’t met“

You look at him waiting for him to continue

“Sergeant James Barnes, he’s on assignment right now so you won’t get to meet him till later“ Tony says

“Or ever, considering how much he likes to spends his alone“ Sam says

“Where is she gonna sleep, Tony?“ Vision says

Tony let you slept at a hotel last night knowing how useless it would be to argue with you

“There’s a spare room on the first floor“

“but if you want top floor i’ll trade with you“ Wanda says

“Is it really the first floor if the floor is still above other floors?“ Vision asks lost in thought

They both look at you questioningly

“It's okay i’ll take the first floor“

Here goes nothing

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x niece!reader #tony stark #tony stark fluff #steve rogers x platonic!female reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff x platonic!female reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x platonic!female reader #wanda maximoff #BAAOA #BAAOA series #fictional-mind21

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bunchofjackassesx · 4 months ago

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Steve glanced down at Morgan, who was now nestled comfortably in his arms, her eyes glued to the penguins. He chuckled softly at Peggy’s comment. "I suppose she does have me completely under her spell," he said with a grin, looking at Morgan's rapt attention. "But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way." He turned his attention back to Peggy as she leaned on his shoulder. Her words about Tony made him pause, a mix of pride and concern crossing his face. "Tony’s always been someone who’s needed to prove himself, and I think he hides behind that bravado sometimes. But I know he respects and looks up to us more than he lets on. And maybe that's why this has been so hard. I feel like I let him down in some way, and instead of talking about it, it just got swept under the rug." When Peggy mentioned the wedding and their own time off, Steve’s eyes lit up. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "A few days just for us would be perfect. We could use a bit of downtime after everything, and it’ll be nice to recharge."

'Did you see Santa?' Morgan asked, dark eyes wide, and Peggy laughed, reaching out to ruffle her curls. "Love, he wasn't at the North Pole." Morgan scrunched her nose in disappointment, the expression every bit her father, and wiggled her way back up and into Steve's arms so she could see better. She smiled and followed them to the penguins, the little girl's attention completely on them once they were there. "I think someone's got you wrapped around her finger fifty times over," Peggy mused, looking at the two of them fondly. She watched Morgan for a moment, eventually continuing, "He gets in his head a lot," she agreed, before adding, "He looks up a lot to you, you know. He'll never say it." Peggy leaned her head on Steve's shoulder , letting Morgan walk a little head to look at them better. "I already took care of coverage when we're away for Loki and Edward's wedding." She looked up at him again. "I thought we could take a few days after ourselves to take a break of our own, too."

#steve talks #steve talks: peggy #that is america's ass ;; steve

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starlightinmeshallshineonyou · 3 years ago

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Stuck With Him (A Bucky Barnes Fanfiction)

(A/N: GIF isn’t mine, please kindly check the maker of this GIF! [@theimaginariemuse])

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Enemies to Lovers Fanfic)

Source of Inspiration: By Your Side by Kasie West, this was the first book that I’ve ever read from her and instantly my comfort read lol! If you don’t know the premise of this book, its basically a boy and a girl stuck in a freaking library lol! That is why I want to write something like that because it might be fun.

Warnings: Mild language, my first time writing enemies to lovers.

Word Count: 4.197 words (this is my longest one 😳)

Summary: You’re stuck inside a storage with him, and led to a quick bickering that end with a new start of something new.

You’re doing your own job when a certain voice called you. “Y/N!”

You looked up from your computer and saw it was the Captain himself with white t-shirt that tucked under a dark jeans. “Captain, good morning,” you smiled at him.

He smiled back and gave you a file of paper. “Can you search this information for me? I tried to look for the other staff, but I saw no one, but you.”

You saluted him, “you got it, Cap!″

He chuckled, “Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

“Better be that amazing burger.”

“Alright,” he chuckled again. “Oh, and also don’t forget tonight.”

You frowned, you didn’t remember anything important tonight. You were already ahead of your to-do list and pretty sure you got it covered. Am I missing something?

“The gathering, remember? With the team.” Steve smiled when he knew you’re confused.

“Oh right!” You chuckled. You forgot that tonight was the gathering for the team, to eat around and be free. It was one of the traditions after several missions that they’d done, they’d eat together. “It must be the work. I always focus on my stuff until I forget.”

You thanked him for the reminder and continued with the paperwork you’re assigned with.

The sound of tapping and scribbling were the only sounds that accompanied you for the rest of the day. You searched the internet and printed out all the information that Steve needed and gave it a little bit of annotation in here and there for extra precautions.

After happy with your work, you input it in the file that he gave you and closed it with some rubber so it didn’t fall off. You turned off the computer and walked to the briefing room where Tony and Steve were discussing something. They turned their heads to you when you knocked on the glass. “Y/N, come on in!” Tony chimed in.

You headed in and gave the paper to Steve. He thanked you and you headed back to your own desk when someone hit you. You almost fell to the ground if the vibranium arm didn’t catch you first. “Watch where you’re going,” Bucky seethed.

You tried to maintain the pain that Bucky gave you. For goodness sake he was a super soldier with vibranium arm. Couldn’t he at least ease down with the death grip? “I am watching,” you bit down the pain.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Steve asked, concern etched to his words.

You smiled at him and said it was fine. You quickly exited the room with a quick dagger glare to Bucky. Such an f-ing pain in the ass.

...

You’re in front of the mirror of your bathroom. Lit only by a dim yellow light, you took off your white shirt and looked at the bruised arm. It was, well, bad as you expected. Dark blue and purple started to color your right arm where Bucky had gripped you. Damn it.

You opened the drawer under the mirror and looked for a soothing cream. You opened the lid and applied the cream gently on to the bruised arm. There we go, you thought. Nicely done.

You walked out from the bathroom and opened your wardrobe for a nice outfit for tonight. As you scanned your options, you heard someone knocked on your door. You answered the door and it was Natasha along with Steve on her back.

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha greeted as she entered your room, Steve followed. “You ready?”

“Nah,” you said. “Still looking for a nice outfit. I-”

“Shit! Y/N, are you okay.” Natasha gently touched your bruised arm. She rubbed slowly over it and you winced at it. “Who did this to you?”

You wanted to explain it to her, but you decided to let it go. It wasn’t a big deal honestly. And you tried to keep Bucky’s reputation ... safe. You don’t want everyone to be angry at him. (Even though you and Bucky somehow in a status of nemesis and you didn’t know how or when it started.)

“It’s fine,” you said and on your peripheral vision, you could see that Steve’s face turned grim. “I’ve already put on a soothing cream.”

Both of them just silent and you changed the conversation, making them helped you to pick an outfit. Natasha suggested on something simple, but elegant. And Steve proposed on something dark color. So you picked a nice white shirt tucked into tailored pants with tiny glittering stars. And for the final touch, you put on a nice black vest and a red ribbon to tie under the collar.

“You’re so...” Steve stared at your outfit, trying to hold his laughter.

“What?” You looked down, nothing’s wrong.

“Are you done yet, Y/N?” Natasha said as she joined into the living room and she laughed at you, “Y/N, you’re too fancy!”

“But you said simple and elegant!” You groaned.

They both laughed as they followed you walked out of the apartment and rode with a cab that’d been ordered. A low music lulled all of them until they’d arrived at the avengers tower. The street was still alive with people of all colors walking, dancing, and singing under the beautiful moonlight. This was your favorite thing, where peace and harmony lasted until night, and hoped until tomorrow too. No interruption from the bad guy, or worse, the other planet. You’re not ready for another life-threatening adventure.

You tipped the cab driver and the three of you walked out of it. Steve, with dark blue flannel tucked into his jeans, offered his arm to Natasha, who wore beautiful simple black dress.

“Are you seriously not offering your arm to me too?” You pouted.

“Well I believe you can hold yourself, Y/N.” Steve smiled.

“Yeah, what he said.” Natasha added.

“Ugh! You guys are the worst!” You groaned. “I’m done third wheeling with you guys!”

They just laughed.

...

The avengers tower was alive with laughter, music, conversation, and wine. The staff of avengers living their best lives after hard work. You, standing side by side with them, didn’t fit in. Well not in a matter of social life, but outfit. Natasha was right, you’re too “fancy” for this kind of thing. Your body felt hot and your brain started to tell you to get away from this fast. Your breathing uneven and you almost lost your hearing to your thoughts when Tony shouted at the three of you.

You snapped back and found that Tony was sat at the big table. You, Natasha, and Steve headed to him and started to chat about things. Your breathing started to slow down knowing Tony wore something similar to you. Thank God, Tony always wears that.

“Hey, Y/N,” Tony’s attention onto you now. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I think I need some water.”

You walked to the refrigerator, walking away from the sea of crowd. Even though you’re far away from the crowd, their voices still loud enough for you to hear. You opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. You jugged it down your throat when you heard someone snorted.

Even from his breathing you could know who he was. You looked at Bucky, who leaned back on the counter, drinking a can of beer with his eyes still glued to your “outfit”. Oh heck no. You weren’t going to let Bucky’s judgment of your outfit to clouded your mind. “Hello, Barnes.”

He looked up to your eyes and quickly down to your outfit. You’re so close to tell him that your eyes were up here, but you secretly liked it. Your body somehow started to warm even though you just took a cold water. “Not going with the crowd?”

You tried to be civil with him, waiting for some sort of answer. And there was nothing. He just simply took another sip from the beer. His built muscle contracted under his tight black t-shirt. Stupid soldier.

You sighed, not waiting any longer. “Enjoy the party, Barnes.”

On your way out, with a bottle of water still in hand, you passed by Steve. You gave him a smile and headed to Natasha. You could hear a slight conversation between Steve and Bucky on your way out. Something like be nice and other stuff.

...

The crowd started to leave one by one. All the light that lit the place slowly dimmed down to a few, creating a romantic scene. The leftover glasses, plates, and chairs on different areas gave a beautiful image inside your mind. You wished you had a photographic memory so you could paint it when you’re at home. You missed sketching and painting in your free time. That desire burned inside of you with gentle warmth until it shattered with the sight of Bucky walking towards you, with someone on his arm.

They’re talking with gentle voices and throwing some flirting in here and there. You wondered how easy it was for him to talk to other people, but not you. Somehow when it was you, you could see that he was rather be talking with Steve or even Tony, who had a history with, that started a civil war.

You looked to the right side, looking at the painting and drank some water. Both of them passed by you, but somehow you could feel something staring behind your head. You tried to look back, but then interrupted by Natasha’s giggle. Oh boy.

“Y/N!” She shouted, leaning back on Steve.

Yup, she’s drunk.

“Hey Nat,” you chuckled. Steve was starting to rethink every decision in his life after bringing Natasha to a party. You laughed at him, when he gave you a glare, you laughed harder. “Okay, here. Give her to me. I’ll bring her home.”

Natasha was your neighbor, her room was beside your own. Both of you decided to leave behind both of your rooms inside the avengers tower. You guys hated it if you woke up and greeted by mission first thing in the morning. Both of you needed space from mission, quite literally.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Steve said. “Tony and I still have something to discuss about our next mission next week.”

You brought Natasha outside, cooling both of your bodies. You waited for some cab and when there was one pulled over, it was already taken by some random stranger. Great, just great.

You looked from side to side and found Bucky, still with that staff. You could see the staff said something in his ear and Bucky just shook his head. The staff pouted and walked alone under the night.

You looked for another cab, but still nothing.

“What are you still doing here?”

God, his voice started to irritate you, even though you're not that drunk. “I could say the same thing about you.”

He just glared at you with those steel eyes. Tired of you if you were to guess.

You positioned Natasha to a better position for your neck and back. Somehow the street went quiet and soon you realized there was no cab to be around. Well, this is nice, you thought. You tried to look again for a cab and maintained Natasha at your side. And you still could feel Bucky gazing at you. Well this is embarrassing. You finally gave in and looked at him back, “what?”

“You still haven't answered my question,” Bucky said.

Oh my God, is he for real right now? You gritted, “I haven’t found a cab, Barnes. You could see it for yourself.

“And I really need to take Natasha home. And not a single cab is out here. And that stranger just took my one way ticket to get home. And not to forget I need to take Nat’s makeup off before going to sleep. Great! Just Great!” You started to mumble.

You glanced up at him and saw he was gone. That stupid soldier just freaking left? What the heck? You knew it was pointless to talk to him right now. But God, did that make you angry more at him. You, again, held Natasha firmly before she could fall down on the street. Come on, cab. I don’t have time for this.

There were bright headlights shone through the street, blinding your eyes. It wasn’t a cab. You sighed, starting to consider walking down the street. But then, the car that you just saw, stopped in front of you. Window slid down, Bucky was in the driver’s seat. “Get in,” he said, “I’m taking both of you home.”

It took you off guard, but you didn’t waste any longer. You opened the back door and pushed Natasha and yourself in. Thank god for this comfy seat, you sighed.

The ride to your apartment was quiet of chatting. Only the sound of wheels on the road, wind breezing in, and Bucky tapping the steering wheel filled all of you. The sweats that dripped in the back of your neck started to cool down.

Bucky parked the car just right outside of your apartment. You helped Natasha out of the car, and before you got in, you thanked him for the ride.

He mumbled, “no problem.” Then drove back to the avengers tower.

...

Morning came in with an amazing scent. You woke up and found the blinds in your bedroom had been opened and blinded you right in the eye with the morning sunshine. What the heck?

You quickly got up and headed to your kitchen and found Natasha and Steve were in there, cooking. “What the heck?”

They both looked up and said, “good morning.”

You ignored their greeting, “how the hell did you get in here?”

"Y/N, I have your key, remember?” Natasha said. “Oh, and I also want to thank you for last night.”

You forgot that Natasha like to make a spare key of your room just in case. Ugh, so much for being best friends with the black widow.

You took a seat at the kitchen counter, Both Natasha and Steve joined you with three waffles dripped with honey and blueberries. All of you ate in harmony and talked about today’s work.

After finished eating, you let them cleaned the dishes while you took a shower and put on an outfit. The three of you took a train ride and walked from there to avengers tower, which was already filled with busy staff, back to doing their jobs.

Natasha and Steve bid you goodbye and walked to the briefing room while you went to the computer desk near the window and started to work.

Your day filled with typing, taking notes, and listening to music. It’s honestly everyday you were doing it, but you didn’t get tired of it. You loved your job and you wouldn’t drop it for another one.

You soon realized it was night time already and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. You turned off the computer and put away your notes and decided to go home. On your way to the elevator, an avenger staff reached out to you and told you that you’re being called to the briefing room. You thanked her and walked the other way.

Just right outside of the briefing room, you could see Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam, sitting at an oval table. They’re talking about the mission, well except for Bucky. He seemed to just listen to what everyone said and nodded along.

You cleared your throat before knocking on the glass door. Steve let you in and you soon sat on the chair.

Tony soon filled you in with the plan and everything all of you need to know about the mission for next week. You nodded along as well as taking notes on some important things and questions that needed to be asked. As Steve talked about the plan B and other back up that needed, you could feel Bucky’s eyes were on you.

You took a glance at Bucky and held contact with him. He frowned at you as if asking you, what are you doing here?

You frowned back at him, I was called, dumbass!

Tony clapped his hand and brought everyone’s attention onto him now. “Okay, that’s it everyone. Go get some rest and don’t forget to prepare everything you need for our next mission.”

Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam got up and left the briefing room. You’re cleaning up some notes into your sling bag when Tony called you, “hey, Y/N.”

“Yup, what’s up?”

“Before you leave, could you search some information for me? You don’t have to do it now, but the paper that I need some information on is in the storage room. It’s on the top of the iron shelf.”

You nodded and bid him goodnight. You headed to where Tony told you and opened the door to the storage room. It was tiny and filled with four iron shelves. You looked everywhere, but all you could see were gathered dust and some old books. You looked up this time and saw that the paper that Tony had mentioned, was in fact, on top of the last iron shelf against the wall.

You tried to reach it, but still couldn’t grab it. It was too high for you. You tried to reach again when another arm reached out and grabbed it for you.

You shrieked and quickly swung your sling bag to the man and realized it was Bucky. “God, you scared the crap out of me, Barnes!”

He rolled his eyes and gave you the paper. “Maybe if you’re taller enough, you wouldn’t need my help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He scoffed, “yeah, right.”

You could feel yourself starting to fume out, you stomped your way out and found the door closed. You tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. You could feel your heart started to hammer down and you tried to force open the door again. Still wouldn’t budge.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. “Barnes!”

“Jezz, I’m right behind you, you know. I can hear you pretty well. No need to shout,” he grumbled.

You looked at him, panicking. “It’s the door. It won’t budge.”

“What? But I didn't close it.” He walked to the door and tried to open it with his super soldier power. It still wouldn’t open.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Your panic started to sky rocket to your brain, “Barnes! you’re a freaking super soldier! You still couldn’t open that?”

He gave you a glare, but somehow you could feel he was panicking too. “You know how Tony is with tight security. This door is reinforced with something stronger than me.”

“Do you have your phone?” You asked, hoping it might ease your mind (and heart).

“No,” he shook his head. “Do you?”

“If I have, I won’t be asking the question, Barnes!”

“Great! We’re stuck here and now we don’t have a phone to call someone!” Then Bucky muttered, “Shouldn’t have helped you if I knew this might happen.”

“So now you’re saying this is my fault?” You shouted.

“Yeah!” He shouted back. “We’re here because of you!”

You stumbled back against the door and fell to the ground. You brought up your knees to your chest and rest your head on top of it. Your heart started to drum wild rhythm and your head pounded against the voices inside your head. Your eyes started to water on its own and you could feel your body being shaken.

You quickly wiped down your tears and saw Bucky already in front of you, concerned. “Hey, um ... you okay?”

You looked the other way and said tiredly, “go away, Barnes. This is my fault, just like you said.”

You looked at the far wall that was painted with silver and white lines, sniffling a cry and wiping it down again. What you didn't know was that Bucky’s heart broke for you. He was angry that you were crying. And what made him even angrier was that he was the reason for it.

Bucky sat beside you, his shoulders touching yours. He tried again with a soft voice that you didn’t know he had in him, “look at me Y/N, please.”

You didn’t know what’d gotten into you, but you obliged. You looked into his soft eyes with your reddened eyes from crying. God, I’m such a wreck.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I really am. And I’m sorry that I seem like a jerk to you since we’ve met. God, I didn’t know why I’m acting the way I am to you. And you shouldn’t be treated that way. Again, I’m sorry Y/N.”

You sighed and nodded. Maybe this was the only way for both of you to be civil to each other.

...

Your crying had stopped minutes ago and the only thing that filled the tiny storage was both of your breathing. Somehow the tension in the room grew awkward. And what made it even more worse, your stomach started to growl. Really loud.

Your face heated up and Bucky chuckled. You never knew that Bucky had a cute voice. Well, at this point you’d be amazed by everything he didn’t show you. And you’d gladly drink it in your head.

Bucky reached out to his pocket and pulled a plum and gave it to you, “Here, you can eat this.”

You mumbled, “thank you.” And eat the plum. It was sweet, but still didn’t fill you in.

“Have you eaten yet?” Bucky asked. It was weird for him to ask a simple question like this. The tone of his voice gave it away too. This was new to him.

“No,” You said, “I was about to, after ... you know ... this.”

He winced a bit, but still nodded.

“Do you think everyone will know that we’re gone?” You continued the conversation. “I mean, they have to, right?”

Bucky scratched his trimmed stubble, “hard to say, honestly.”

Both of you talked about who might save you guys, but it concluded to nothing. The biggest fact that you guys had known was that no one was on the avengers tower anymore at this time. Everyone had already gone home and slept peacefully. You wished you were too right now.

...

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep when you opened your eyes again and still found yourself in the tiny storage. Your neck hurt after sleeping and you started to massage it. It was a temporary treatment, but still you could feel the slight numb of the pain.

You looked at Bucky and found he was still alert. “How long have I been sleeping?” You asked, voice raspy from the sleep.

He looked at his watch and said, “about 25 minutes.”

You nodded and tried to sleep again, but you knew it’d hurt your neck. Your sling bag was filled with hard material and couldn’t be made into a pillow.

“Hey,” Bucky said, blushing. “Do you want to ... uh ... you know, lay down on me? You seemed to be in pain sleeping like that.”

Your mind tried to comprehend what he said and you, too, blushed. “Uh ... is it fine with you? Don’t you need sleep-”

“It’s fine,” Bucky cut you off. “Really. I don’t sleep that much.”

Bucky opened his leg wide and let you laid down on him. His chest was rock solid against your back. His legs caged you in warmth. Your head rested in the crook of his neck. You could hear the pulse of his heartbeat on his neck, steady. His neck was warm against your temple and you could smell his cologne; sweet and sharp.

You whispered, “Thank you.”

He just nodded, his stubble gently scratched your forehead.

You tried to sleep (again). But Bucky being close to you started something inside you, keeping you awake. He seemed to think that you were asleep and ran both of his hands down to your arms. When his flesh hand rubbed softly on your bruised arm, you moved a bit.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” You whispered. “I mean you’re catching me before I fell yesterday. And somehow it left some bruises.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner,” he was taken aback. “God, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N-”

“Shh,” You shook your head. “It’s fine, Bucky. I’ve already put a soothing cream on.”

“God, I’m a mons-”

You turned your body at him and quickly put your hand on his mouth, cutting him off. “Don't. Don’t you dare call yourself that. It’s your past. What matters the most is now. And yesterday was just some accident, not intentional. Do you understand?”

He nodded and turned your hand and kissed the back of your hand, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re already forgiven, Bucky.” You laid down again comfortably against him (despite that kiss filled your body with butterflies). “Now be a good pillow for me until someone gets us out.”

He laughed and whispered against your temple, “Okay.”

Bucky lulled you to sleep with stories that you’d never heard and soft touches against your bruised arm, hoping it would wash away the pain.

A/N: Hope you like it lol!💕

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Sunshine - Daisy Johnson x Romanoff!Reader

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imapotatao asked:

Hey! I have a Daisy Johnson x reader request. When being sent to the future, Daisy and Reader meet their grandchild. Said grandchild is brought back with deke, they have no idea that they are their grandchild until something happens to reader and they think she won't make it. Or the grandchild says something that reader always says and Daisy puts it together. (That make sense? God, I hope so. Sorry it's long.)

Daisy Johnson leans against her girlfriend, as (Y/n) Romanoff shovels pancakes into her mouth, her fiery red hair making a curtaining plate as she eats.

"You know," Phil Coulson says, eating his own food. "I think this is really the first time we've all been together in a really long time."

(Y/n) hums in agreement, swallowing another huge bite of pancake and May smiles warmly at Coulson.

(Y/n) lets out a whine as Daisy steals a bite of pancake from her, and everyone - Mack, Elena (Yo-yo), May, Coulson, Daisy, and FitzSimmons - laugh.

"Why do you always have to steal my pancakes, Sunshine?" (Y/n) asks her girlfriend, a frown on her face.

"You know you love me," Daisy replies, gazing fondly at her girlfriend. Daisy grins mischievously, taking another bite from (Y/n)'s plate.

(Y/n) blinks affectionately at Daisy. "I do," she murmurs in Daisy's ear.

"Anybody have room for some pie?" a waitress asks

(Y/n) drops her fork in excitement as the others murmur their agreement.

"Okay, so we have apple, strawberry, rhubarb, and chocolate banana cream," the waitress continues, looking amused at the excited expression on (Y/n)'s face.

There is a crackle of electricity, and the diner powers down.

There is a whir of electricity, and all the SHIELD agents sigh as lights appear outside the restaurant, resembling headlights.

"Here we go," May grumbles.

A door slams open, and some of the other customers gasp.

(Y/n) looks sadly down at her plate of pancakes before, simultaneously, the agents sit up straighter, lifting their hands into the air.

"Phillip J. Coulson," A man with a calm voice says, appearing behind said man.

"Yep, that's me," Coulson says with an eye roll, his eyes fixed on his own plate. "You got us. Nice job. And hey, congrats on the whole power-outage thing," he adds. "It was very . . . ominous."

A device powers on, and there is an actual ominous high-pitch ringing noise.

"The window closes in less than two minutes," the calm voiced man says. "Take them."

. . .

All seven agents gasp as they finally regain their breath.

Daisy sneaks her hand into (Y/n)'s, interlocking their fingers as the agents look around the dark room.

"Is everyone okay?" Coulson asks.

"Yeah, I think so," Mack replies.

Looking around the room, Simmon's eyes fall on a white rock with red lines running through it.

The Monolith melts into a white sludge, like solidified milk, and washes over the seven agents.

. . .

When (Y/n) blinks, she finds herself standing beside, not Daisy, but a woman who looked a lot like her older sister, Natasha. The same splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the same fiery red hair, but she had familiar chocolate brown eyes, but (Y/n) shrugs off the younger woman's - she may have been twenty or twenty one - appearance for a moment.

"You," The woman turns to address (Y/n). "We've been waiting for you to come save us."

(Y/n) tilts her head questioningly.

"You must be (Y/n)," the woman continues and (Y/n) nods.

"How do you know me?" (Y/n) asks, frowning slightly.

The young woman replies, "Virgil and I always believed the stories."

"Believed what?" (Y/n) asks. "What stories?"

"Well, this one," she answers. "T-that you would - you would come and save us."

"Save who?" (Y/n) narrows her eyes.

"Humanity," the younger redhead answers, looking grim.

. . .

Coulson, Yo-yo, Simmons, and Mack are running down a hallway, Yo-yo shooting at one of the aliens chasing after them.

There is a rumbling, and Daisy Johnson is framed in the corridor where the alien had just been - it had been exploded.

"Right?" Daisy asks shakily.

"Yes, that was right," Coulson replies, "and not the only one."

Daisy looks around at the group, noticing the two missing bodies. "Where's (Y/n)? And May?"

. . .

Coulson, Yo-yo, Simmons, and Mack stalk cautiously behind Daisy, who walks with her hand out, ready to strike.

"This has to be the coolest we've ever looked," Coulson comments.

. . .

"My friend should be here somewhere," (Y/n) comments as the two redheads walk down one of the corridors.

There is an intersection and (Y/n) crashes into a familiar, shorter figure.

"Whoa," (Y/n) says as her girlfriend scrambles to her feet, raising her hand defensively.

"Hey," Daisy says, looking relieved, wrapping (Y/n) in a tight hug.

"Hi, Sunshine," (Y/n) says so softly that no one else but Daisy could hear.

"I suppose I'll leave you here, then," the younger redhead says.

"Thanks -" (Y/n) pauses, not knowing the younger woman's name.

"Natalie," Natalie replies.

"Thank you, Natalie," (Y/n) nods.

Natalie turns and walks off, looking around cautiously, leaving (Y/n) with her friends.

"Seems like it's just a lot of work just to keep this place afloat," Coulson comments, looking at the walls.

"But it's designed for humans to survive -" Simmons says. "Atmosphere and simulated gravity - and machinery seemed to be for reclaiming water, I think."

"Yeah, it looks man-made," Coulson agrees.

"Could possibly be a colony?" Simmons wonders aloud. "Moving mankind to the stars? Maybe that's what Virgil meant by 'humanity,'" Simmons goes on.

"That's what Natalie said, too," (Y/n) says. "Said she and Virgil had been waiting for us to arrive."

"I don't know," Coulson says. "That plasma gun wasn't man-made, and I don't think they could've built this place without some outside help. It's got some serious miles on it."

"Decades it looks like," (Y/n) comments, "but that means that this program had to have been started in the eighties by Howard Stark. And that doesn't feel right. Tony would've mentioned something."

"Yo-yo found something," Mack says, appearing out of the gloom.

(Y/n), Daisy, Coulson, and Simmons follow Mack, and they find a flare still lit on the ground.

As the group walks up to the flare, it goes out, and Coulson frowns.

The group lines up in front of the door, stepping back.

(Y/n) steps forward and kicks down the door.

The agents walk into the room, catching sight of the dead men on the floor.

Daisy sighs heavily. "Nothing," she says.

"Nothing alive," Yo-yo says.

(Y/n) kneels down, studying the fresh blood on the ground.

"Hey," Coulson says, noticing the blood, as well as Melinda May's jacket.

"They didn't get to her, did they?" Yo-yo asks, looking rather concerned.

"May would've put up a fight," (Y/n) replies.

Coulson nods. "And they left the other bodies here," Coulson adds.

"'Water reclamation,'" Daisy reads off a computer screen.

"You were right, Jemma," Coulson says.

"I figured it out using magic," Simmons replies, glancing at Mack with an amused gleam in her eyes.

Mack shakes his head, not looking the least bit amused.

The console beeps and Daisy leans over the computer. "I can try and find out a layout and track May," Daisy says.

"It's in English," Simmons says. "They're tracking debris fields called 'frozen oceans'."

Daisy types on the computer, and there is a silence that is only disturbed by the clacking of a keyboard.

"They're collecting water form ice in space," Simmons says and she and Daisy look up from the computer. "This is a colony."

"Which means unless they all came through a Monolith . . . " Coulson trails off.

"Then we're close enough to Earth for people to travel here," Daisy looks back down at the computer.

"And we can get home," (Y/n) says.

"Yes, bu just as important," Simmons adds, "collecting ice means they have a spacecraft, and if they have a spacecraft, they must have a laser-based rapid-transmission system," Simmons rambles. "If we can find the ship and fly above the debris field . . ."

"We can send a message," Coulson finishes.

"We can send a message to Fitz back on Earth," Simmons goes on.

"Okay, okay, so if I can find a layout, find a ship, find May, it's a start," Daisy says. "This interface looks similar to -" the monitor beeps, and (Y/n) leans down to read the message, her hand resting on the small of Daisy's back.

"'Human access denied'?" (Y/n) reads.

"Coulson, do you recognize this language?" Daisy asks.

"No," Coulson replies, leaning forward to look at the hand print. "I don't think humans are running this place after all."

There is a thud on the door and (Y/n) moves her hand to rest on Daisy's waist.

The door bursts open and two blue aliens step into the room, through the doorway.

The aliens attack Yo-yo, and knock her to the ground and (Y/n) advances but one of the blasters smacks her in the ribs and she hits the wall, sliding down it with a gasp of pain.

Mack tries to knock down one of the aliens with a metal pipe, but the alien doesn't gall down.

The other blue alien raises a staff and a white light floods through the room, knocking everyone in the room out.

. . .

When Daisy comes to, she blinks deliriously, but she focuses herself faster when she hears yelp of pain from (Y/n).

Sitting up, Daisy blinks again, looking at Simmons who is wrapping a cloth around (Y/n)'s ribs.

"Thankfully they're not broken," Simmons says, tightening the cloth.

"Sure feels like it," (Y/n) mutters.

"Are you okay?" Daisy asks, looking worried.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," (Y/n) replies, wincing a little, but Simmons and Coulson share a look of amusement. "I'll be alright."

Daisy softens before looking at the rest of the jail. "Mack?" she asks. "Yo-yo."

One of the Kree says, "We'll leave the transgressors on the floor chief?" He pauses. "To use as he needs."

Daisy swallows thickly, glancing at (Y/n).

"He should be interested that they've removed their Metrics," the Kree continues.

Daisy stands up and stumbles over to the doors. She slams her hand against the door. "Hey," she says, her words slurring a bit. "What are you gonna do with our friends?" she questions and (Y/n) gets to her feet, her arm resting on her bruised ribs.

(Y/n) puts her other hand on Daisy's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Whatever we want," one of the Kree says. "Experiment. They knew the rule, and they broke it."

"They're not gonna make it easy for you," Daisy says, her eyes watering.

The two Kree walk towards the door, and (Y/n) gently pulls Daisy back.

"No," the Kree replies. "They'll beg for their lives as you humans always do. I've done twenty-two rotations and I have never observed anything else."

(Y/n) swallows thickly. She takes Daisy's hand and leads her back over to the bench. "They'll be alright, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs. "They're strong, the two of them." Daisy turns to study (Y/n), but even though (Y/n)'s words were meant to keep Daisy from worrying, but (Y/n)'s eyes betrayed her words.

. . .

"Okay," Coulson says. "New plan."

"The Kree have been abducting humans to this outpost for years," Simmons offers.

"Running experiments?" Daisy asks, pacing the room, and (Y/n) furrows her eyebrows.

"Well, their genetic work in creating Inhumans is well-known," Simmons says. "Maybe they're doing more of the same."

(Y/n) frowns.

"Yeah, well I'm not going to wait around to find out," Daisy says, raising her hand at the door. "So . . ."

She falters as the door opens, and three figures are framed in the door.

"May," Coulson says, taking a stop forward.

The older SHIELD agent is leaning against a familiar red haired woman, and a spiky haired young man beside them.

"Buddy!" the young man says, stepping into the room. "Just go with it," he whispers. "We've been looking everywhere for you guys," he says in a normal voice. "Man. What a mess back there, huh?" he asks. "These poor suckers," the young man turns to look at the Kree. "Virgil - you know, from R&R? He was trying to scam these guys out of some tokens. This one," he turns to May, "came running to me begging for help, the poor thing. When I get my hands on that no-good louse, he's gonna have some explaining to do."

"Where is Virgil, anyway?" Natalie asks.

"He's dead," Coulson replies.

"Good," Natalie says after a moment of silence. "Good," she turns to the Kree.

"He got what he deserved then," the young man agrees, nodding to Natalie, "didn't he, for trying to drag these poor transfers up from Processing into the Wet Works," he grabs Coulson's hand, showing it to the Kree, "just to steal their Metrics."

"So, he's just Roach food then?" Natalie asks.

"Oh, yeah," Coulson replies.

"One more vacancy, right?" the man asks.

"That's what I was gonna say," Coulson agrees.

"Guys," the young man stammers.

"What did we tell you about trusting Virgil?" Natalie asks.

"She's right, we did go over this. What did we say?" the young man adds.

"Don't trust Virgil," Simmons says.

"N-not to trust him," Daisy says simultaneously, her arms crossing.

"God, you repeated it back to us," the young man says, "and we said back - it was like a pass-and-catch thing."

"Look," Natalie turns to the Kree. "We really appreciate your help with these guys, but I can take them off your hands, even slip a few tokens your way for your trouble."

There is a moment of pause and the Kree warrior nods.

"Right, let's go," the young man says, and (Y/n) lets out a soft sigh.

Daisy keeps close to (Y/n) as the two walk down the hall after Natalie and the young, spiky-haired man at her side, May and Coulson in front of (Y/n) and Daisy.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs, soft enough for only Daisy to hear. "I'll be alright."

Daisy's chocolate brown eyes soften, the corner of her eyes crinkling cutely. "I love you," she says softly, and (Y/n) smiles.

"I love you too, Sunshine," (Y/n) replies softly.

The group stops as the young man and Natalie look down the hall.

"What the hell happened to Virgil?" the young man beside Natalie asks. "The Roaches get him?"

"Sorry to say," Coulson replies. "Was he a friend?" Coulson asks.

"Acquaintance," the spiky-haired man replies. "He owed me a ton of tokens for this job."

"Job?" Simmons asks.

"Deke!" Natalie says, smacking the young man.

Deke looks at Natalie before her replies, "All he said was that he wanted to hide some people. That's not unheard of. So I was hired to supply the Metrics and swap them out," Deke grabs Daisy's wrist and (Y/n) narrows her eyes, "but you guys don't even have Metrics, which means you don't have the tokens to cover Virgil's end, so have fun."

(Y/n) wraps an arm around Daisy's waist, and Deke lets go of Daisy's wrist.

"Hey, wait, wait," Daisy says as Deke turns around. "We need your help. We need to find our friends," Daisy goes on

"Your friends?" Deke asks and Natalie glances warningly at him. "Your friends attacked a Kreeper. They're as good as gone. Those blues are bred to kill," Deke looks around, "so, so just - you make your peace with it."

(Y/n) pulls Daisy back a little as Deke looms over her.

"We'll take our chances," Coulson replies, and Deke looks over at him. "Listen, if you could just help us find them and then get to the spacecraft -"

"You mean the Trawler?" Natalie asks, looking surprised. "To do what?" she questions.

"The only pilot I knew was Virgil," Deke add, "and may he rest in peace," Deke shrugs, "apparently. So best of luck to all you guys, but mine's running out."

"Jeez Deke," Natalie smacks the man's arm and (Y/n)'s eyes flare with amusement.

"Well, Deke," Coulson says, "we just wanted pie, and now we don't know where we are or what's going on, and we finally found someone who does, so you're not walking away."

"I really wanted the pie," (Y/n) says wistfully.

Then the group stiffens as they hear Yo-yo screaming in pain.

May moves forward, twists a knob, and Deke rises of the ground, and sticks to the wall.

(Y/n) glances appreciatively at the older agent.

. . .

Daisy cracks through the pad, May, Natalie, Coulson, and (Y/n) standing behind her.

"All set," Daisy says.

"Good job," (Y/n) says, her eyes twinkling lovingly.

"Express train to the bottom of the Lighthouse, no stops," Daisy says, her hand coming up to brush against the inhibitor in her neck.

Natalie, May, and Coulson walk through the doors, and (Y/n) goes to take Daisy's hand, but Daisy steps back.

"Daisy?" (Y/n) asks, looking at her girlfriend questioningly.

"I'm not coming with you," Daisy says.

"Like hell!" (Y/n) says, frowning and glaring at her girlfriend.

"I know you're scared about going home," Coulson says, (Y/n) still fuming.

"No, I'm terrified," Daisy replies. "Look around. Billions of people gone. If there's a chance I'm the cause . . . I can't go."

"We can get through this together," May says.

(Y/n) looks away, a hurt expression crossing her face.

"You don't even have your powers anymore," May goes on.

"It's only a matter of time, and you know it. If there's an emergency or if one of you are in danger, I will need them, and we will find a way," Daisy argues. "If I go through that portal, you know it's the beginning of the end."

"We don't even know you did this," Coulson says, Daisy's eyes welling with tears.

"I was right in the epicenter," Daisy replies.

"I won't let you sacrifice yourself," Coulson says, "because you're scared of what's to come."

"What's to come is the end of everything," Daisy argues, her voice rising.

"If you can change the future here, you can change it back home," May says, gritting her teeth.

"But we know this solution works," Daisy says.

"I. Don't. Care!" (Y/n) shouts, clenched, her eyes filled with tears.

There's a pew noise, and Daisy drops to the ground, the dendrotoxin doing it's work.

Natalie gazes, wide eyed at the brunette lying unconscious on the floor.

(Y/n) tucks the ICER into the waistband of her pants, kneeling down to brush her fingers across Daisy's cheek.

"She's not going to forgive you," May says and (Y/n) glances up at her.

"I'm not leaving her here," (Y/n) picks Daisy up from the ground, and Daisy's head lolls to the side, resting against (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Let's go," (Y/n) says grimly.

. . .

May, Coulson, (Y/n) - who is still carrying Daisy - and Natalie walk down to meet Simmons, Fitz, Mack, Yo-yo, Flint, and Deke.

. . .

"What happened?" Simmons asks, her eyes falling on Daisy's unconscious figure in (Y/n)'s arms.

"She ICE'd her," May replies. "Daisy didn't want to come home."

"I wasn't going to leave her behind," (Y/n) says softly.

"Where's Yo-yo?" Mack asks. "She didn't find you?" he asks.

(Y/n) lies Daisy down on one of the couches on Kasias's lounge, Daisy's head resting in her lap.

"I'm sorry, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs. "I know you might not forgive me, but I couldn't leave you behind. Not like this." (Y/n) swallows thickly, blinking back her tears. (Y/n)'s fingers thread through Daisy's hair. "I love you too much to leave you here."

Coulson walks over to (Y/n), his eyes soft, and his voice is gentle, "It's time." He glances down at Daisy resting in (Y/n)'s lap. "Do you want me to take her?"

(Y/n) shakes her head. "No, I've got her."

(Y/n) shifts slightly, holding Daisy in her arms before she stands up.

Coulson stands beside (Y/n).

The rock turns to liquid and everyone - minus Daisy - looks around as they realize that they're in the same place.

(Y/n) lies Daisy down on a table, slips her hand into her pocket, and sets the box in Daisy's jacket pocket.

"Not like you'd want to," (Y/n) murmurs.

"Well that was a hell of a thing," Fitz says and (Y/n) smiles.

"Are you kidding?" Natalie says, looking around. "I'm from the future."

Coulson looks amused, then looks at Yo-yo, Mack, and Simmons. "I'm so glad you guys made it," Coulson says.

"Why are we still in the Lighthouse?" Yo-yo asks.

"Maybe Flint's Monolith didn't work," Mack offers.

Natalie looks around. "It took us to the same place, but in a different time."

Fitz nods at the redhead. "She's right."

"We're home?" Simmons asks.

"Yeah," Fitz says, and all the agents sigh with relief.

. . .

Coulson gives the agents some tasks, and (Y/n) has to remain in the same room as the unconscious Daisy.

(Y/n) opens one of the electrical panels but freezes when she hears a familiar voice.

"You ice'd me," Daisy's words are slurred. She shifts slightly, not noticing the velvet box in her pocket.

"I was . . ." (Y/n) pauses, a pained expression flashing across her face, ". . . kind of hoping you'd forget that part." (Y/n) stops herself before she says 'Sunshine.'

Daisy scoffs before she sits up, looking around at her surroundings. "Sorry to . . ." she falters, ". . . disappoint."

(Y/n) swallows thickly, focusing back on the problem in front of her she could actually fix.

"It looks the same, but we're - we're home, aren't we?" Daisy asks.

"I -" (Y/n)'s voice quavers, "- I couldn't leave you behind."

"Even with all of the risks that -" Daisy begins.

"I don't care," (Y/n) turns around, biting the inside of her cheek. "I need you here."

Daisy tilts her head, softening.

(Y/n) turns back around, fiddling with some of the wires.

There is a spark, and the lights flicker on.

(Y/n) sits herself on the floor, her back to her girlfriend.

Daisy softens even more, and gets to her feet.

(Y/n) jolts as she feels Daisy's arm wrap around her waist.

As Daisy leans into (Y/n)'s side, both women can feel the box (Y/n) had left in her pocket pressing against their sides.

Confused, Daisy reaches a hand in her pocket, pulls out the box.

"What's this?" Daisy asks. She opens the box and finds a pair of rings inside the box.

]Daisy's eyes widen and she stares at (Y/n).

"Marry me?" (Y/n) asks, meeting Daisy's chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes, is that even a question?" Daisy says, capturing (Y/n)'s lips in a kiss, pouring her love into the kiss.

Daisy's hand moves to the back of (Y/n)'s head, deepening the kiss.

Daisy pulls back from the kiss, to find a disheveled (Y/n) blinking back at her, her eyes wide.

(Y/n) shakes her head slightly, takes the sun ring from box and sliding it onto Daisy's ring finger, and Daisy does the same with the moon ring, sliding it onto (Y/n)'s finger.

(Y/n) leans into her new fiance's side, and Daisy smiles softly, her head resting against (Y/n)'s.

"I love you, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs.

"I love you, too," Daisy replies, her eyes gleaming happily.

. . .

"Plans are already in motion," Leopold tells Fitz, smoothing the front of his suit.

. . .

(Y/n) charges into the room and she finds a teary-eyed Daisy on her side, strapped to a table, and Fitz sitting in a chair beside her.

"Fitz? What are you doing?" (Y/n) asks.

There is the sound of a gun firing, and (Y/n) looks down, her hand coming up to her stomach.

(Y/n) slides down against the wall, her eyes glazing.

Daisy lets out a strangled, pained cry.

Simmons and Deke - who had somehow appeared a few days before - run into the room, Simmon's eyes falling on (Y/n), and her eyes widen in horror.

Daisy screams as Fitz cuts the inhibitor from her neck as Simmons and Natalie - who had just ran into the room - crouch beside (Y/n).

(Y/n) lets out a pained groan as Simmons presses against the wound.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," Natalie says, and (Y/n) is too dazed to realized what the redhead had said, but Daisy isn't, and her eyes widen. "You'll be okay.

Mack enters the room next, and he takes Fitz down into the holding area.

. . .

Daisy sits by (Y/n)'s side in the MedBay, holding (Y/n)'s hand.

Natalie enters the MedBay, and Daisy fixes her gaze on the redhead.

"Where did you hear the Sunshine thing?" Daisy asks, and the question startles Natalie a little.

"My mom would always talk about how adorable her mothers were," Natalie admits. "She said that one of her moms would call the other Sunshine. I always though it was the sweetest thing.

Daisy's eyes widen with disbelief. She studies Natalie's familiar features, the fiery red hair, the same splash of freckles across her nose, and chocolate brown eyes that matched her own. "(Y/n) always calls me Sunshine," Daisy whispers. "You're our -"

"Grandaughter," Natalie finishes, her eyes wide.

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thisisarcanereverie · 3 years ago

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Something 'Bout You (BIKER! Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

A/N: Hey once again sorry for the delay, I know I've been gone a while school and all. But here's the next chapter.

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Two months passed and since then nights with Nat had become routine. Once maybe twice a week the red head would come to your place and you would take turns on ordering and drinks.

Usually Nat stuck with pizza, wings, and beer while your usual would be Chinese food and soda.

Sometimes the night would go on with Nat fixing a few things here and there while you sit there and obviously subtly admire the way her tattoos moved.

However, most nights consisted of sitting on your couch watching netflix. Recently you had started the Witcher with her. She had picked it one night and hasn't stopped watching it since. You had offered to give her your password so she could watch it on her own, but she refused.

"I started it with you and I'm ending it with you."

You didn't have the heart to tell her you already binged watched the entire thing.

Through those nights you both had become closer, you learned more and more about her as she slowly opened up. Like how Clint and her had met, how Nick bailed her out of trouble more than once. How she met Toni and funny stories about Yelena.

Despite her opening up more, you could still feel that bit of distance between you. It was small, but it was still there.

It didn't help that as time flew and the closer you got to her, the more those pesky feelings of yours got in the way. The way Natasha lit up each room she was in, how seeing her improved your mood, how easy it was to relax and laugh around her. You started wanting to hold her hand and to go out some nights instead of in, dance with her, and kiss her.

You knew you had to back away, create some distance and some boundaries for yourself. You wanted her, but you knew you couldn't. Your friendship mattered too much, it was fine the way it was and you shouldn't go ruining that.

It also didn't help that on the nights she wasn't with you she was always with someone else, always inviting them back to hers for the night only to leave early in the morning before she goes on her run.

You were lost in thought behind the counter, staring aimlessly at the register in front of you. You didn't even hear the door opening or the click of heels against the floor making their way towards you.

"Earth to (Y/n)," a voice broke through your thoughts as you looked up from the register and to a familiar brunette.

"Sorry Maria," You apologized.

"How long were you up last night?" Maria asks concern showing on her pretty features, "you look like you haven't slept in a while."

"It's just stress," You say, "the order for that book has been pushed by a week again and I need it by friday, so I was looking for other options. And then the power went out last night and all the food I had in the fridge went bad so now I have to go grocery shopping after work, I also have to plan Wanda's bachelorette party and make some time to go dress shopping with Wanda, and-"

"It sounds to me like you need a night of fun." Maria observed leaning a little closer, "it also sounds like you need a stress reliever." She winks and you blush, "I'll pick you up at seven and wear something nice."

And with that Maria was gone. You stood there a couple of seconds processing what had just happened, the Maria Hill best lawyer in the county had just offered to be a stress reliever. You shake your head trying not to get ahead of yourself, as well as shake the slight guilty feeling you have.

The guilt got worse as Nat came in. Her eyes landed immediately on you behind the counter and a smile stretched her face.

"Hey Nancy Drew," She started, "so tonight I was thinking maybe cheeseburgers instead of pizza? There's a place I wanted to check out for a while now and Yelena says it's good so-" Nat pauses. Taking in your appearance, your face was flushed and you were wringing your hands nervously.

"What's wrong?" Nat asked. You take a deep breath before responding evenly.

"I can't do it tonight." You said.

"oh," Nat said, masking her disappointment, "ok, um, did something come up?"

"uh, yeah, actually," you started, "it's a really funny story actually but um I guess long story short, Maria Hill just asked me out tonight."

You tried to read Natasha, however her face was still, not showing any emotions beyond what she wanted you to see. There was a pause that seemed to stretch forever until Natasha broke the silence.

"That's great." She said a small smile gracing her features. "Maria Hill, she's a lawyer right?" you nod, "that's great. I think I remember her from school actually, she went to the public school around here with us right?" You nod again slightly confused on where she was going with this, "yeah, I mean I'm sure she's changed since then so the date should go great."

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, one hand on your hip as you stand.

"Mean by what?"

"By you're sure 'she's changed so the date should go great'."

"Well I mean, last I checked she was a total bitch. But I don't know I haven't seen her in years so maybe she's changed." Nat shrugged.

"I thought you were friends with her in school?"

"yeah and then she put gum in my hair causing me to cut it." Nat explained, "but you know blessing in disguise cause I look really good with shoulder length hair. Less hassle to maintain."

"Well a lot can happen in a few years."

"Apparently." Nat said before leaving the store leaving you confused and a little hurt. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you knew this is what had to be done. Distance. You had to distance yourself from her for a bit. This date was a perfect way to get over lingering romantic feelings for her and to have some fun. It's going to be fun.

So why do you feel so bad?

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captainwans · 4 years ago

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DRUNK IN LOVE

credit for the owner of this gif!

pairing: bucky barnes x fem! reader

summary:

where she expresses her love for him in form of alcohol and playfulness.

word count: 1756

warnings: none; sweet rotting fluff, implied smut

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“Y/N, we’re taking shots. It’s on me!” Natasha exclaimed through the loud music with a happy grin on her face, holding her hand as the pair went back to their friends. After a successful mission, the team wanted to celebrate and enjoy themselves since they haven’t been able to get a break nowadays due to being on missions and saving the world, and a party sounded very nice at the moment, but not in Y/N’s case.

She wanted nothing more than to be in her boyfriend’s arms, watching their favorite show as they cuddled up on the couch and eating lots of ice cream. Guilt washed over the female, making her stomach churn at the thought of Bucky being alone at the compound, and she could’ve stayed with him, but Natasha, alongside others wanted her to have fun and loosen up for a little while.

“You sure you don’t wanna come, babe?” Y/N’s muffled sounds echoed through the bathroom. She put her hair into a bun, leaving a few hair strands in front of her face and applying lipstick, not noticing Bucky’s presence behind her, who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m sure, doll. You go and have fun with the others,” he answered with a smile, watching her through the mirror before walking closer to her, sneaking his hands around her waist, hugging her from behind, and planting soft kisses onto her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

Her stomach fluttered, the warm feeling in her body making her cheeks turn red. Turning her body away from the mirror to face him, she let out a small groan, but still had a smile on her face, “I really don’t wanna go. Can’t I just ditch the others and be with you instead?” she whined, her lips forming into a pout.

Bucky chuckled and brought both of his hands to her face, “I don’t want you to go either, doll, but knowing Wanda, I won’t take the chance.” he admitted with a slight scoff, shuddering at the memory of Wanda getting into his head once and using that as payback for messing with her.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, knowing all too well what he meant. “It wasn’t that bad,” she said, giving him a playful smile making him frown. “It was bad, Y/N. She’s basically the devil.” he dramatically argued making her playfully roll her eyes.

“I heard that, Barnes!” Wanda’s loud voice erupted down the hall, making the pair jump watching her entering their room. The Scarlet Witch gave Y/N a smile and a glare at Bucky, making him shake his head, “You see what I’m talking about?” he told his girlfriend with a look.

“You guys, I swear to god. .” she mumbled under her breath before making her way to the closet to find a jacket.

“Are the others ready, yet?” Y/N asked Wanda as she took on her jacket before making her way to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss.

Wanda nodded her head, watching the pair share a kiss, making her scrunch her nose in disgust, “You’re the only one left. Now, hurry up. You can smooch your man later.”

Thor’s laughter snapped her out of her daydreaming, watching Tony and Thor’s attempt at downing as many shots as possible, making her lip tug upwards as she shook her head at their playful banter. Natasha stood beside her, holding two glasses of alcohol, giving her a smirk.

“You ready to get wasted, Y/L/N?” the Russian assassin asked her with a smug expression on her face causing her to laugh. She took the drink from her hand and took a sip, coughing as the liquid burned down her throat.

Wanda joined the pair shortly, bringing them to the dance floor. Y/N lost count of how many drinks she had consumed later that night, and she was all over the place which made Wanda cautious and skipped drinking to watch over her, amusement filling her eyes as she watched her best friend goofing around.

“Bucky’s gonna kill me..” Wanda muttered to herself, a smirk etched onto her face.

The party was still going even though it was late, but the team decided to head back to the compound and call it a night. Wanda held Y/N arm and helped her up the stairs as they went up the tower with everyone trailing behind them.

“B-Bucky m-must b-be worried, we’ve b-been g-gone for a while,” Y/N hiccuped, giggling as she hid her face onto Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda let out a soft chuckle, holding her hands as she listened to her slurry words.

The rest of the team said their goodnights and left the two girls alone, “I-I want B-Bucky, where is he?” she whined to her friend, pulling away from her grip and stumbled down the hallway. Wanda rolled her eyes and followed after her, making sure she didn’t face plant on the floor but stopped mid-way when she saw Bucky heading her way.

“Thanks, Wanda. I’ll take it from here,” he thanked the Scarlet Witch with a nod, making her smile, leaving the couple alone.

“Alright, doll. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his gaze softening as her eyes lit up at the sight of him. She giggled and jumped into his arms, making him stumble back with a small laugh. His hands were on her back, rubbing comfortably.

“Baby, hi. We were just talking about you,” she said in a high-pitched voice, and let out a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oops, the others are sleeping,” she whispered to him, bringing her finger to his mouth.

Bucky held her finger and kissed it before picking her up, carrying her to their room. She was still in her own world, ranting and gushing over her love for him. “You’re so cute, Buckaroo.” she cooed and held his face, squeezing his cheeks. He looked down at her, his smile never leaving his face. “Look at yourself, doll.” She kissed his nose and hid her face into his neck.

Entering their room, he gently let her down and brought her to the bathroom to remove her makeup. With Y/N bickering and complaining, she soon gave up and let him take the charge.

“You need help with that?” he asked her with a grin, watching her fiddling with the zipper behind her dress. She groaned and let out a gloomy sigh, “Get this off of me or I will throw hands.” she mumbled, but enough for him to hear.

With a chuckle he stood behind her, having a gentle hand on her back and unzipping the dress, making it fall down the floor with a small thud. He clenched his jaw as he took in her figure, her exposed skin making his stomach flutter.

She turned around to met his flushed face and giggled, pulling him closer to her body. She closed the distance between them and brought him into a searing kiss. Their eyes closed and Bucky’s hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands slid up to his chest, deepening the kiss, sighing dreamily at his touch.

Before it could go any further, Bucky pulled away making her frown. Holding her face with his hands, he rested his forehead against hers, “You’re drunk, sweetheart.” he said against her lips, giving her another kiss before handing her one of his t-shirts.

Y/N lips formed into a downwards pout, stumping her feet on the floor. “N-No, I’m not d-drunk,” she denied, slurring with her words as he helped her put the shirt over her head.

Once she was clothed, she pulled him closer once again, puckering her lips, “Please?” she begged, giving him the puppy eyes he’s grown to love. She fiddled with his belt but groaned when he stopped her, his hands covering with hers and giving her a playful glare.

“Not today, doll,” he said in a gentle tone. She looked down at her feet, her eyebrows furrowed. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, tears formed in her eyes, and looked up at Bucky, her eyes glistering with tears. “You d-don’t wanna sleep with me?” she sniffed, her glassy eyes staring into his.

Bucky’s stomach twisted and brought you into his arms, “Hey, no, baby. I didn’t mean it like that.” he comforted her and rested his chin above her head, planting a kiss on her head. “You’ve had too much to drink and you’re not in the right state of mind right now,” he told her, pulling away.

His heart clenched and brought his hand to her face, wiping a tear from her face. She let out a gloomy sigh, “Buck, I’m sleepy.”

“Let’s get you to bed, then.” he helped her down the bed and joined shortly after, pulling the duvet closer to their bodies. She scooted closer to his side and laid her head on his chest, sleep consuming her.

The next morning was the worst. It felt like her brain was shredded in bits and her body ached. Slowly opening her eyes, she let her eyes take in every ray of sunlight before moving her body to the side, blindly reaching to Bucky’s side, but found empty space instead.

Planting her face onto the pillow, she groaned, “Bucky?” the ex-assassin came right in, holding a glass of water and some Advil in his hands. He put them on the nightstand and sat down on the bed, his metal arm touching her skin making her shiver.

“Morning to you too, doll. Here drink this it will ease the pain,” he told her before handing her a glass of water and painkillers. Groggily sitting up, she took the glass from his hands and swallowed the pill.

Putting the glass back on the nightstand, she pulled Bucky down the bed, making him laugh as she pulled the duvet over their heads. She hid her face into his chest, hugging him tightly. He shifted his body to the side and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

“Did I do anything stupid last night?” she asked, her hands fiddling at the end of his shirt.

He let out a laugh, causing her head to shot up, giving him a concerned look. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. My head hurts and only your cuddles will help me right now.” she rephrased herself with a scoff.

“I could go with that.” he agreed with a grin, the butterflies in his stomach increasing.

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justkending · 4 years ago

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Is that seriously your password? (Birthday One-shots)

Prompt: Is that seriously your password?

Challenge: justkending Birthday drabbles and one-shots

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: This was asked for a by anon, so thank you to whoever you may be! I thought this was cute little one-shot once it came to me! Also, coming up with the password took me a seconds, but then I heard Sebastian's voice in my head and well... Here we are;)

“Hey FRIDAY? Who all from the team is in the compound?” Y/N shouted from Tony’s lab where she was working on a new piece of equipment for her uniform.

“Everyone is out either on a mission or off the compound premises for personal business,” the AI responded. “However, Sergeant Barnes is in the living room reading.”

“He works. Can you ask him to come down here?” she continued, never breaking from her computer screen she was typing away on in front of her.

“Of course,” FRIDAY responded before going quiet for a minute and speaking back up. “He seemed rather confused by the request, but he’s on his way.”

“Always paranoid that one,” Y/N mumbled before shouting a thank you and going back to typing a storm.

A few minutes later, Bucky cautiously peaked through the glass doors to the lab and saw Y/N completely entranced in whatever she was working on in front of her. She was typing and scanning the screen quickly and then immediately turning to a notebook beside her to write whatever it was down.

“Why are you calling me down here out of all people?” he said almost concerned.

“Because everyone else is either fighting bad guys or off away from the compound doing their own thing,” she responded, finally breaking away from her computer screen upon hearing his voice.

“Oh,” he nodded before looking around and hesitantly coming in more.

He didn’t care to come down to Stark’s personal man cave much. Tony still threw sarcastic insults and passive jokes at him every once in a while even though they had made up and moved on. But it was Tony. He was kinda that way with everyone. Either way, they only really crossed paths if they absolutely needed too.

“Here, come here for a second,” she waved him over, pushing back her chair as she stood up and stretched some.

Bucky listened even though his face showed he was confused and hesitant about it all. It wasn’t Y/N either. They were actually good friends after all the missions and team dinner and movie nights of getting to know each other. They shared a lot in common. She was an old soul for a pretty young member of the crew and Bucky admired that. Because of her mannerisms and interest, they got a long rather quick. It made it easy for them to instantly click.

“What are you doing?” he asked when he saw her raise her hands and projections of pieces of her suit for missions popped up in pieces in the air with what looked like notes and statistics floating around them. The blueprints for it all lit up in front of them without a screen to stay on. He may never get used to the advancement of technology because anytime he saw something new, something crazier would pop up soon after.

“I came up with some new little tricks for my suit. It’s not not a bad outfit, but there’s always something new that can be better and improved,” she shrugged, moving the pieces around in the air with her fingers.

Oh yeah, and next to Tony and Banner, the woman could maneuver through almost any form of technology as if it was as easy as learning how to count to 10 on your fingers.

“I only have the metal on the bottom of my boots, and it’s worked for this long. But, I feel like there’s ways I can discreetly add more throughout the suit without weighing it down, making it easier to maneuver when I’m airborne.”

Another note to know, Y/N was an enhanced. She had the ability to bend and manipulate any form of metal. So the metal that Tony had built into her shoes made it to where she could lift herself off ground level and fly. However, through trial and error, they noticed that they couldn’t really add it to many other places as it weighed her down and made fighting a lot less agile. Don’t get it wrong though. She made it work. She just preferred it to be better.

“Sounds like a smart idea.” He paused in the silence as she continued to analyze the layout in front of her silently. “Did you just want company to show off that big brain of yours, or am I supposed to give you an opinion?”

He was sassy with her. She was sassy back. It was the way of their friendship for the most part.

“No, Barnes. I need you to give me your password,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him with a stink face before moving back to the computer. He chuckled at her facial expression and followed her to her setup.

“Why do you need my password? You have your own account,” he questioned, watching as she went to log into the files under SHIELD's confidentials.

“No, actually. Mine went caput last night,” she huffed. “Some weird glitch happened, don’t ask me how because you would think Stark tech is more advanced, but whatever caused it made my account go haywire. In saying that...” She clicked a few more things moving faster than Bucky could keep up with on the screen. Then she turned to him and leaned back on the counter. “Tony was supposed to make me a new one or fix it, but he bailed on me today for brunch with Pepper... In Capri.” She let out a big breath. “So until he gets back, I’m at a standstill getting the information I need to fix this.” The smile on her face showed she was done telling her story.

“So you need my password to get confidential information?” he asked, crossing his arms and putting his weight onto one leg. “What kind of confidential stuff are we talking here because I don’t need Tony going through my history and asking me questions I can’t answer,” he pointed with raised eyebrows.

“Highly doubt he cares or has the time to go through your history, Buck,” she laughed, turning back around and raising her hand with a swift motion bringing the chair to her without actually touching it.

Bucky looked down at it as it moved and noticed the metal base of it. He was always shocked anytime she used her powers. For one, she was rather graceful with her own for the most part, so the act of watching her do it, was somewhat mesmerizing. But also, he was still trying to wrap his head around people born with abilities like that. Wanda really threw him for a loop the first time he met her.

Shaking out his head and following to stand by where she was sitting, he argued with her statement.

“Yeah, I’d think about that again,” he winced. “Out of all the people Tony is going to keep an extra eye on, who do you think it is?”

Y/N paused and turned to him scrunching her nose.

“Ok, yeah you’re right,” she nodded. Bucky sent her a look in agreement. “But I promise it’s not for anything crazy. I just want to find a resource for the lightest metal we can get our hands on. I think if I can get some of that, I can place it throughout my suit to not weigh it down as much and make any hand to hand combat about 100x easier and more fluent.”

“Sounds like a solid plan. What file do you think is going to hold something like that?” he nodded, crossing his arms again and leaning his backside on the table facing her in her chair.

“The same one that talks about vibranium,” she sassed some. “I just want to run some analytics to see my options on what will be most malleable for the suite. Some metals may be lighter, but that doesn’t always mean suitable for tons of kinesthetic motions.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” he shook his head, smiling at her.

“I know. I got the beauty and brains,” she smiled with a shrug, but she was playing around. Y/N was never one to boast about herself. She was as humble as Tony was egotistical. “Ok, enough small talk. What’s your password, Barnes?”

All that was left to do on the page she had pulled up was type in said password and she was in.

“Uh, I don’t really want to say it outloud,” he said, becoming bashful all of a sudden. His arms tightening around him self consciously.

“Why?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. “Scared I’ll remember it and hack your account? May just search for some things that Tony would love to tease you about.”

“Haha,” he said flatly. “And no. I know for a fact you would never do that. You’re too nice for that,” he responded. “It’s just. It’s an embarrassing password.”

“It can’t be that bad. Come on, just say it Mister so I can get my research done!” she persisted, poking his flesh arm.

“Here, let me just type it,” he said, moving to the keyboard.

“Nuh-uh,” she said moving the keyboard with a flick of her wrist out of his reach. Damn practically everything for having some form of metal in it. “I’m too intrigued now. I want to know what it is…” The mischievous gleam in her eye showed Bucky he probably wasn’t going to win this.

“What happened to your sweet innocent self?” he said slightly shocked by her antics, but not able to hold back a chuckled.

“It’s her off day today. She needed a break… And a little fun,” she smiled wider. “Come on. Just tell me. I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“I don’t think you can keep that promise.”

“Have I ever not?”

“I mean that one time when you promised to make chocolate chip pancakes because I was having a bad day, and then ditched me for a mission,” he noted. The fake hurt was exaggerated in his eyes.

“Hey! I have no control over when something like that comes up,” she pointed at him. “You know that too on a personal level.”

“Still never got those pancakes though,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh as he shook his head.

“Ugh, fine. How about this?” she started, leaning back in her chair. “You tell me your password, and if I laugh then I go make you those famous pancakes now. If I don’t laugh, you have to drop that whole thing and not bring it up again.”

He weighed his options watching her. The two staring into each others eyes bargaining in silence. Sure Bucky didn’t want to say his password, but worse case scenario she laughed, maybe teased him a litt, but he got pancakes. And he knew she would laugh…

“Fine. But just know, I like my pancakes with extra chocolate,” he sighed, relaxing his muscles some. “And whip cream.”

“Won’t need to. I’m tough enough to not react to whatever it is,” she smiled, bringing the keyboard back over. “Ok, so what is it?”

He stayed silent for a minute. God, he hated saying it outloud. Not that he really ever had to, but still. It was embarrassing.

“It’s… It’s WienerSoldier1917,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said with wider eyes. She heard him, but she was wondering if she heard him right.

“The W and S are capitalized…” he practically whispered looking down. When he didn’t hear a response but insead deafening silence, he looked over seeing her biting her lip and trying her best to suppress a laugh. Her face became slightly red and her eyes started blinking fast as she tried to pull herself together. “Yeah, I’m definitely getting those pancakes,” he sighed with a shake of his head, not being able to hold back his own soft smile.

Not even two seconds later, Y/N was in a laughing fit. Practically falling out of the chair. If Bucky hadn’t caught her when he did, she would have gone over the side and brought the chair down with her, but he casually kept the chair from tipping with one arm.

“Oh, that’s just too good,” she finally got out after a few minutes of full on, stomach aching laughing. She wiped her eyes at the few tears that had come down and shook her head. “Is that seriously your password?”

“You know Tony came up with it! And he knows I don’t know how to change it!” Bucky defended.

“Oh, Tony. What a comedian…” Y/N sighed, catching her breath. “Ok, back to business.” She typed in the password not being able to hold back yet another round of laughs as she typed it out. Bucky just rubbed his temple as she went about her research and giggled.

After pulling up a few things, she turned to him.

“Ok, I own you a batch of pancakes now,” she smiled, standing and organizing the desktop. “I’ll come back and finish up down here later.”

“You’re not even upset you laughed, are you?” Bucky said following her in step to the door.

“Oh, I knew I was going to already with how you were acting. I also knew I was hungry and up for something sweet anyway,” she shrugged. “Win, win for me.”

“You’re a punk,” Bucky faked shock, nudging her shoulder with his own before opening the door for her.

“Eh, like I said. Sweet-innocent Y/N, as you called her, has a day off,” she smiled up at him before wrapping her arm through his. “Hey, and after breakfast? I’ll show you how to change your password,” she looked up at him with a wink.

The two chuckling and talking as they walked upstairs arm and arm to the kitchen.

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 3 years ago

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Feelings of Love and Pain Part Five (Finale)

Pairing: Bucky x reader x OC

Warnings: fluff, talks of reader’s injury (very slight)

Summary: you finally get both of your soulmates

“Y/N!?!?” Ben saw you in the jet and ran straight for you, tackling you into a hug. “Ben,” you sobbed, so happy, that tears were streaming down your face. Bucky walked over and you both pulled him into the hug. “Alright, ow, still hurt over here,” you commented when Ben hugged you tighter. Both Ben and Bucky’s faces contorted to one of concern, “doll, are you alright, what’d Doc say?” “She said I’ll be alright in a day or two, just gotta keep it bandaged.” Both soulmates were relieved, “glad you’re alright love,” Ben commented, and you agreed. “Doll, gotta show ya something.” Bucky was smirking, nothing good came out of it when Bucky smirked. “Yes babe?” Bucky punched Ben as hard as he could, at first you were angry and confused, then, after a second, you realized Ben wasn’t hurt and what it meant. “Oh, congratulations my sweethearts,” you got up and pulled them both in for a hug.

You guys all realized you should probably have a chat about your relationship and such, knowing the team would also ask a whole lot of questions, and you needed to inform Ben of what happened in the missing years. Bucky moved to close the door to the room you three were in and then got comfortable sitting with you and Ben. Ben was in the middle, you on the right, Bucky on the left.

After talking for a few hours and then napping, you and your soulmates were ready to face the team and their swarm of questions. “I love you both,” you gave them each a kiss. “We love you too.” You grabbed their hands and stepped out. You gave the team, who was waiting right outside, a pleasing look to keep the questions to a minimum. “So, what’s the story here,” Tony asked, motioning to you and Ben. You explained to the team about your old team and Hydra, everything. Your two boyfriends held your hands when the tough parts came, but you stayed strong. “Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.” Steve was the first to greet Ben, which being Bucky’s best friend, it made sense. You knew the two of them would get along well, they were similar in some ways. After a few more questions, the team went inside and left you and your two guys alone.

“Should I be excited to see how you’ve changed the place,” Ben chuckled. “I didn’t change much I must admit,” you sheepishly responded. Ben took one step in and immediately pointed out the biggest change, “that couch is still there, and, oh god no! Who did you let touch my lab!” You shook your head and chased after Ben who was running to the lab. “Our lab,” you corrected. Bucky ran with you laughing his head off.

Ben ran straight to his secret door and put in the code, “no one touched her did they?” You chuckled again, “not even me sweets.” The hidden door opened and he let out a sigh of relief while Bucky stood, shocked. “Holy cow, is that?” Ben moved over behind Bucky and wrapped his arms around him, Ben’s head resting on Bucky’s shoulder. “A flying car? Yep! My pride and joy and now my third favorite thing, you and Y/N tie for first of course.” Bucky’s face lit up, “oh my god, I’ve got to tell Steve! And then we have to go for a ride in it! Can we? Pleaaasssseeeee.” You have to admit, seeing Bucky try his puppy dog eyes on your other, very stubborn, boyfriend was adorable. You could tell Ben was going to give in too, just by the look on his face. “Oh, alright, I guess, but I’m behind the wheel, no one else. Go grab your friend.” Bucky ran to find Steve while you stayed behind with Ben.

“He’s a huge nerd like us, don’t worry.” Ben chuckled at your comment. “Oh, I can tell, I can’t think of someone other than us who would get that excited over Ella (the car). I also can’t wait to get a look at that armmmmmm.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s excitement. “Trust me, it is interesting.” Before you could continue, Bucky rushed in, Steve in toe. “Woah, Buck, you weren’t kidding, it IS a flying car!” Ben led you all into the car. You were in the passenger seat, and the two super soldiers were in the back. It was safe to say they loved it.

You guys immediately fell asleep after dinner, both guys agreeing that they wanted to have a bed with all three of you, with you in the middle so they could ‘keep you safe, and give lots of cuddles.’ You couldn’t have been happier.

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the-omni-princess · 5 years ago

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All Yours

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: It’s simple really. You have a secret, and there’s an infamous Stark party. What could go wrong?

Prompt: Hyacinth – Jealousy / constancy of love, fertility

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!reader

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, surprises

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Slowly making my way through all my writing challenges lol

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Dressed to the nines, dripping in jewels, and with a dress with way too many slits in it to still be considered a dress, you felt a bit self-conscious while walking into the Stark Party alone. Your hair was braided back, with small white chrysanthemum flowers tucked into the weaved hair. The slits in the dress showed off your glowing skin, and if you turned too fast, someone could catch a glimpse of the navy colored lace corset and panties you were wearing underneath – a gift from Natasha, she deemed this lace pair as the ‘dick me down lingerie’ – yet despite all this, you pushed past the burning edges of self-doubt creeping in, in favor of tilting your chin up higher and walking with confidence.

What was this party celebrating again? Honestly, you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that most of the team was off-site for the past month, holed up in the Amazonian Jungle, with absolutely no contact, and that this party was made too far in advance to cancel. Both you and Natasha had stayed behind since the mission required more brute force, and well because Natasha had a broken wrist.

Despite the wrist brace, Natasha still looked stunning in a tightfitting red dress. You both sipped on your martinis, bored after having smiled and waved to every dignitary in the room. The mission was supposed to be over a week ago, which had you antsy and fitted with nervous. Ever the spy, Natasha noticed. “Babe, calm down. They’ll be absolutely fine.”

Finishing up your virgin martini and setting the glass down on the bar, you nodded. “I know, I’m just worried. You know how these missions go, a few bullet wounds aren’t enough to make them go home, especially Bucky and Steve.”

She shrugged, “Bucky will be absolutely fine with Steve watching over him-“

“Oh, we both know Steve’s more likely to be shot.”

“Not helping, y/n/n,” The redhead rolled her eyes, finishing up her own drink before waving down the bartender. “Either way, forget boys, how’s the new kitten doing?”

“Alpine? Oh, that cutie’s fine. Always nosy, pushing stuff off counters, but other than that she’s a little angel. Clearly, I’m not her favorite parent, but she has to live with me so,” you shrugged.

Natasha smirked, taking in your fruity cocktail as she started sipping her own. “Is that the new drink Wanda was going on about?”

Knowingly, you took a sip, letting the cherry and mango flavors sit on your tongue. “Yeah, but get your own,” you glared at her. She grinned wickedly, and you realized your plan was slowly going down the drain. “Nat, don’t even think about it,” you warned.

The former assassin was much too quick for you, grabbing your drink and taking a sip before you could protest. Her face soured, before giving you the drink back. “Flavor’s not bad, but a virgin cocktail? Who are you and what have you done to my favorite techie?”

You couldn’t hold back your giggles as you finished your drink. “I’m cutting back on alcohol.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll believe that’s the reason,” she gave you a look, making your guts flip. She couldn’t possibly have known, hell, you made this plan only a few weeks ago. Nat was too smart for your own good.

As you thought of a coverup, a voice interrupted your conversation. “Excuse me, Bartender? Whiskey on the rocks for me, and two cocktails for the ladies.” A man had appeared beside you, Natasha on the opposite side of you, looking just as repulsed as you.

“No thanks,” you pushed the new cocktail to Nat. “I’m tapped out.” You gave the man your best ‘please leave me alone I’m only being polite, but I’ll punch you’ face. Nat wisely didn’t mention your lack of interest in the free drink, something you would usually partake in.

“Come on, loosen up a bit. It’s only a drink,” the man said, most likely thinking that was a good way to ‘charm’ you. Ha, not likely.

“And I declined,” you snarled, quickly losing patience.

“I’m only trying to be nice-“ The man tried to reach for your wrist

“And the lady said no. Get lost,” a new voice appeared, a metal hand latching onto the arm that tried to grab you. He shoved the man away, rather roughly, but you truly did not mind that at all. Bucky placed himself between you and the man, a scowl on his face as the man walked off grumbling, his metaphoric tail between his legs.

“You’re home early,” you tried, nonchalantly, Nat rolling her eyes beside you. “And I had that.”

“Just got back,” Bucky turned towards you, softening as he took in what you were wearing. He himself was in a leather jacket and black jeans, a small cut on his forehead, but other than that he looked perfectly fine. “Couldn’t wait to see ya, baby,” he grinned, hands coming to rest on your hips as he pulled you closer. The petname made your spine tingle, but the fact was he couldn’t possibly have known either, so you stayed silent. Out of the corner of your eyes you noticed Natasha most definitely giving you a look. Well, that took longer than you thought it would. “And I get here, only to have my best girl being hit on by some rookie agent.” His tone made you look back up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Was someone jealous?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe a little,” he conceded, shooting you a goofy smile. “Can’t help it. I missed you,” he tilted your head up, smiling as he captured your lips in his. Soft, and gentle, with an underlining power and authority and dominance. God, you missed him more than you care to admit, but that might just be the hormones talking.

You gently pulled away, “I missed you too.”

He tugged on your hands, leading you to the dance floor, drink and Natasha forgotten. You made a mental note to apologize to her in the morning. Bucky pulled you closer, gently swinging the two of you back and forth to the music.

Quiet, at peace. It took a few songs before you were ready to break the magic. By then, the only people remaining were the rest of your found family. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Clint were all on the sofas, nursing drinks while making jokes about the mission, which must have gone well. Natasha and Wanda were standing by the bar, giving you little funny looks. Oh, they most definitely figured you out. Sam was beside Maria, flirting, and currently striking out, even though Maria had already agreed to a date next week with him. Thor and Vision were both in towards the kitchen, figuring out the new appliance you had installed while they were gone. It felt warm and fuzzy. Like everything right had finally happened in your life.

Home. It felt like home.

“Bucky,” you murmured, gently pulling your head up to look at him.

“Yes, Fiancé mine?” He grumbled, softly pulling you back against him, making you giggle.

“I have some news I wanted to share with you and the team.” That most certainly got his attention.

He raised an eyebrow, pulling away from you. “Should I be concerned?”

You shrugged, “Probably,” you admitted with a teasing smile.

He chuckled, “Well let’s tell them.”

You shook your head, “This is me telling you as well, go sit, I’ll be right back.” You pulled away, rushing back to your room to grab what you needed.

When you got back, the entire team was surrounding the sofas and chairs in the main living area, Bucky sitting beside Steve with a space on his other side for you. You stood in front of them and took a deep breath. “So… Did anyone notice the new flowers in the kitchen?” you started.

Multiple heads turned to glance at them. “Blue and Pink Hyacinths?” Wanda supplied, knowing your small obsession with flowers.

“Yep. Does anyone know what they mean?” Another game of yours. Even the white chrysanthemums in your hair had the meaning of loyal love and truth. Every flower had a meaning, and you loved using them for your own games.

“Oh! I know!” Steve looked excited, he usually couldn’t remember which flowers meant what, but always admired the ones you planted in your garden upstairs, usually helping you if Bucky was on a mission. “They mean jealousy or constancy of love!” He grinned, making you smile.

“Yep! But there’s one more meaning.” You whispered, handing Bucky the small envelope that had been burning a hole in your hands since you picked it up.

He gave you a confused look but opened it, nonetheless, completely trusting in you. “What’s this?” He murmured, looking at the small grainy photo.

“It also means fertility,” you supplied, waiting for who would connect it first.

It was clear by the high pitch in her voice, Natasha put all the clues together first. “You’re pregnant! That’s why you weren’t drinking alcohol!” You simply nodded, gauging Bucky’s reaction.

His eyes widened, eyes shooting from you to the picture and back and back again. “We-… we’re having a kid?” He mumbled, slightly confused and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Yeah-“ your voice cracked, and his eyes locked onto yours at the sound, taking in both of your teary-eyed looks. “We’re having a kid, Bucky,” you finished.

He leaped forward, dropping the photo as he pulled you into a tight hug, laughing as the two of you cried and smiled. “We’re having a kid!” He couldn’t stop the goofy smile that lit up his features as you clung to each other. The rest of the team offered congratulations, smiling as Tony making sex jokes much to Steve’s annoyance. Bucky ignored him, holding you closer, smiling as you kissed and stayed attached to him. “I’m going to be a dad…” he murmured.

You smiled, nodding, “The best dad in the world,” you ran your hand through his shorter hair, burying yourself in his arms. “We’re going to start our own family.”

Home. Family. That’s where you were.

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onewaywardwitch · 5 years ago

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Wedding Crashers

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You should have known better than to think your clumsiness would disappear for one night.

Word Count: 1656

Warnings: Language? Pure fluff

A/N: This summary sucks but I think I might finally be over my writer’s block? (!)

Tony was nothing if not thorough on a regular basis, and his wedding day was no exception. No one was surprised when he had given everyone strict instructions, including being polite to all his guests, a well-groomed appearance, and making sure Pepper’s mother didn’t get absolutely smashed as she tended to at social events.

But lucky you got your own set of rules.

“Just don’t break anything. Don’t cause a scene. And definitely don’t accidentally fire a gun,” Tony had explicitly stated, giving you a stern look while he made himself some breakfast.

“Okay, that only happened twice,” you defended.

He sighed, overloading his toast with an ungodly amount of butter, making you pull a face at the sight of it. “Look, the wedding is next week. Pepper has been pulling her hair out for more than two months now, and she really needs a stress-free week. So please, just don’t be yourself for the next seven days.”

You momentarily took pity on him. He was just as concerned with all the planning as Pepper was. And you were fully aware that you were the biggest risk to their perfect day. So, you promised you would be a well-behaved and perfectly presentable guest.

At least, that was your intention

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“I'll take that, thank you very much,” you smirked, reaching across a slightly miffed Bucky and stealing the glass in his hand. Sam laughed at his expression while you just downed the contents of his glass.

“But that was mine,” he whined. “Go get your own alcohol. Or ask me to get you a drink too.”

You gaped at him. “I did! Nearly-,” you glanced at the non-existent watch on your wrist, “-twenty minutes ago. But the bartenders are refusing to serve me, thanks to Tony. He was very clear about me drinking. Apparently I'm a ‘messy drunk’. Not entirely sure why he thinks that.”

“Well, he has a point, sweetheart.”

Your playful bickering continued on, much to Sam’s amusement. It wasn’t anything new. Your incessant flirting had been the cause of everyone’s annoyance for months before Bucky finally asked you out, much to everyone’s relief. You nearly declined. You wanted to be the one who asked him out and it forever annoyed you that he got there before you, something he never resisted to tease you about. Contrary to the common belief, neither of you eased up on the teasing, but it was entertainment for all the other Avengers. Sam was thrilled when you both got together, not that he would ever admit it. He knew Bucky needed to get a life, and you were just the right level of ridiculousness for him. He was forever sending you coupons for a free couple’s massage, claiming ‘it’ll be good for your relationship!’

“God, Bucky will you pop the question already? You two already act like a married couple,” Sam laughed.

That one simple comment set off a number of events.

Firstly, you nearly coughed up a lung as you choked on your (Bucky’s) drink.

Secondly, Bucky knocked Sam over the head. With his metal arm. So, Sam naturally went flying off his chair with the force of the hit. Using his amazing Avenger level skills, he grabbed onto the tablecloth as some form of support, causing all the glassware and expensive cutlery to come crashing to the ground on top of him. Which, of course, drew everyone’s attention to your table.

You glanced at Bucky’s tomato-red face and did your best not to burst into laughter.

“I can help myself up, thanks,” Sam grumbled as he stood up, picking off a napkin from his shoulder, failing to notice all the stares he was getting from the disgruntled wedding guests. Tony was glaring right at you. You held up your hands innocently and discreetly pointed at Bucky who was trying to clean up some of the mess. He gave you a warning glance before turning back Pepper.

The rest of dinner went smoothly. You and Bucky didn’t discuss Sam’s comment. You thought it best if you didn’t. You knew you both acted like a married couple half the time, and after dating for a few years now, it seemed that’s the direction you were heading in, but you decided that the healthiest option would be to bottle it up and not talk about it.

You groaned as you watched Pepper walk onto the stage, hair framing her face perfectly, bouquet in hand. No, you weren’t a bitch for looking miserable, you knew exactly what was coming and did your best to block out Tony’s voice, no doubt calling all the single ladies to gather around.

They formed a terrifying crowd of desperate, lonely women, determined to get their perfectly manicured claws around Pepper’s bouquet. You stood far back from them all near the bar you were banned from with Wanda, leaning against one of the many marble statues scattered across the venue and laughing how it was a silly tradition that got people worked up for no reason. You noticed Bucky standing to the side, laughing at something Steve had said. He must have felt you staring and caught your eye, sending you a wink. You thought after years of dating you’d be used to his flirting, yet it never failed to turn your cheeks a bright pink shade.

You were so consumed in your conversation that you didn’t even notice Pepper throw the bouquet much harder than intended. It went flying over the crowd and everyone turned to watch it hit the back of your distracted head with great disappointment on their half.

You felt the thwap against your head and turned around, convinced Bucky had flung something to mess with you and see if you could get kicked out of the wedding. It was precisely three seconds after you picked up the beautifully wrapped flowers that you realised what they were and their significance.

You reacted exactly how a normal person would in such a situation; you screamed and dropped the bouquet. But it wasn’t just you looking at the flowers in horror. You glanced up and saw that your boyfriend had also shouted and was now pointing at the flowers on the ground, his mouth agape in shock.

You took several steps backwards, observing them as if they were a bomb. Or a spider. God, you hated spiders. You shook your head. Probably not the best time.

You were convinced you could feel the skin on the back of your necking burning off and surely enough, Tony was trying to murder you with pure willpower.

“Ok, this is clearly your new wife’s fault,” you accused, attempting to laugh it off awkwardly. “You honestly can’t have expected me to react in any other way. I’d consider this night to be a success with minimum disasters.”

~~~~~

“Well, this is far more comfortable than those ridiculous chairs they have inside. I mean, he’s a billionaire for goodness sake! You’d think he could afford some chairs with a bit of back support. We don’t all have the build of a super soldier with freakish bone strength!”

“Are you done?” Bucky deadpanned.

You couldn’t even be mad at Tony for kicking you out. You were just happy that you actually managed to last a few hours without causing a scene. You were now sitting on the curb outside the venue, nodding your head along to the faint beat of the music. Bucky followed you out shortly after Tony had you ‘escorted off the premises’, which was a phrase you were excited to hear, even if it was used against you.

He strolled over and sat beside you, throwing his suit jacket over your bare shoulders as he did so. You smirked, looking straight ahead.

“Is this supposed to earn you some brownie points?”

“What? ‘Course not, I'm just being a good boyfriend… did it?”

You laughed leaning your head against his very muscular arms. It was nice sitting there silently; not chaotic or overwhelming or boring. Simply… nice. Normal. Which was a rarity for you nowadays. Maybe you should thank Tony later for kicking you out.

You felt Bucky shuffling ever so slightly. The smallest of movements accompanied by a restless darting of his eyes to you and back again. You nudged him. “You good?”

He cleared his throat, obviously not thrilled or altogether comfortable with where the conversation was seemingly heading. “You didn’t really mean all that stuff did you? About marriage, I mean.” He looked away from you, staring back out at the empty road ahead while you kept your gaze focused on him.

“I… I'm not sure,” you replied. “I think I'd like to get married. Eventually. I just don’t want anything like this.” You gestured back towards party behind you, where you could now see Steve almost completely carrying an extraordinarily drunk mother-of-the-bride into a car, no doubt to drive her home on Pepper’s behalf. You both winced. It seemed you weren’t all able to keep every single one of your promises to Tony. “If we were to ever get married, I'd want it to be small. No expectations. No stress. Maybe Vegas! And we could just wear our pyjamas!” Your face lit up at the thought.

“We?” Bucky questioned, raising his eyebrow as he watched you blush once you realised your words.

“Yeah? Yeah- you're kinda the only person I'd ever want to marry.”

“Sweetheart, I'm blushing!”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed, shoving him off the curb.

He grinned, pushing the strands of hair that had fallen from his bun back behind his ears. “You realise there's a bench right behind us?”

“No!” you gasped, getting to your feet immediately. “The ground is freezing; I can’t feel either of my buttcheeks!”

Bucky smiled softly at you, watching you get cosy on the bench that you hadn’t even noticed, patting the small box in his trousers pocket and mentally thanking Sam for the idea.

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mrs-ella-laufeyson · 5 years ago

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Taking Back the Endgame

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Warnings: ANGST (one swear word), and a happy ending

Words: 2k

~Thank you to @adventurousbooknerd for requesting this! It was so much fun to write! Requests are always open!~

Request: Idk if you are taking requests but can you do a loki x reader in which the reader is still mourning loki in endgame & she time travels with tony and steve and as soon as she sees loki she decides she's bringing him back?

You’d been mourning Loki’s death for years, as if it were just yesterday that he had died at the hands of Thanos himself. As luck would have it, you were there to witness his last breath, and, in doing so, you could’ve sworn you were taking yours as well. The feeling of watching the life slip from the one person you had always loved was enough to send you over the edge. Something inside of you died that day as he took a part of you with him to the other side of the unknown.

After that, you were never the same. Steve and Natasha watched over you at the compound, noticing a significant difference in your diet. You and Loki used to snack around all the time - your favorite sweet treat being sour gummy worms. After he died you couldn’t bring yourself to eat them anymore, much less anything else. Thankfully your weight had stayed the same, surviving on mostly water just to keep what was left of you alive.

It had become a routine for you to remain in your bed clothes for days on end. What was the point? You weren’t trying to impress anyone. Your will to live had vanished, and all that was left of you was a dark, hollow, shell. Every evening was spent curled up in bed, rereading all of Loki’s favorite books, and watching all the movies the two of you had loved so much. As much as it hurt to do so, it hurt worse to consider moving on. The thought making you feel as though you were leaving his memory behind.

At night, Steve or Natasha would always come and check on you, bringing you food and demanding you eat at least a few bites before they’d leave. Sure, the company was nice, but you preferred to spend your time alone. They never understood what you saw in Loki, which is exactly why they had expected you to move on so quickly. When Steve brought you your food that night he came baring more than just a burger and some fries, but an idea that you had wanted absolutely no part of.

“Come on, Y/N, I think it’d do you some good!” Steve persuaded, trying to make it sound all butterflies and rainbows. As if that would make it any better.

“I am not going to some stupid group therapy where you all sit around in a circle and talk about your feelings.” You scoffed, throwing a temper tantrum like a two year old child.

“I’m just saying that it might help to hear what other people have gone through. You don’t have to talk, just listen,” he promised. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you’d take a knife to the throat before you ever got emotional in front of a group of strangers. “Plus, you could use a little sunshine, you’re starting to look a little pale.” He teased, patting your leg before getting up to leave the room.

The next day you found yourself in a room full of less than ten people, all sitting hunched over in metal folding chairs. Most of them looked just as rough as you, but you knew their lives weren’t half as bad as yours. Sure their families disappeared into thin air, but they didn’t have to watch them take their last breath and know that they were gone forever. You would never be able to erase the image of Loki’s last finally moments from the darkened depths of your memory. Thanos had made sure to singe that picture into your mind for eternity. Forcing you to replay it over and over again in your head as you laid in bed alone at night. No one there to comfort you, or pull you from the horror that was the past.

It all came flooding back in an instant. The way his eyes pierced yours, looking for a way out, but knowing this truly was his end. Silently begging you to help him escape, and being forced to face the reality that was death. Watching the light fade from those beautiful emerald eyes that you had gazed into more times than you could ever know.

His voice rang through your head again, “I love you,” was the last words he had never had a chance to speak. Gulping for air, and finding nothing, he was forced to use his powers to communicate them into your mind where they had been engraved forever along with the memory of him.

This was all too much, like pouring salt into an open wound, and, without warning, you’d started to sob, feeling the way your heart ached to be with him once more. You took off out the door, and into the dimly lit hallway where you were met by Steve who had pulled you into a tight hug.

“Shh, you’re alright,” he attempted to soothe you as you continued to tremble against his body.

The mental shock of being so torn open to the past must’ve captivated you completely because when you finally opened your eyes you were lying in bed with a cool rag across your forehead. Natasha was relaxing in your lounge chair, and you were sure she’d been the source of the damp wash cloth.

Upon noticing the way your eyes began to flutter open she’d hopped up and placed herself at the end of your bed where she greeted you with a smile. “How’re you feeling?” She asked, and by the sound of her voice she was genuinely concerned.

“Like I could hibernate for the rest of the year, but that’s normal,” you assured her, sitting up as you started to feel a little better. The look in her eyes said that she wanted to talk about what had happened, but she knew bringing it up again might start another relapse.

“Steve told me to let him know when you woke up,” Natasha stated, giving you a once over to make sure you were okay to be left alone. Deeming you stable enough she got up and went to find him.

Within minutes they were both back, but there was a look on Steve’s face that said he was unsure of how he should word what he was about to say. “Y/N, something happened today after we got back,” he started, easing you into this slowly. “Scott Lanning is here again.”

Your eyes grew twice their size, and you were probably looking at him as if he were stupid. “How is that even possible?” You questioned, wondering what could’ve caused something like that to happen.

“His machine brought him back, and we’re thinking that maybe, possibly, with Tony’s help, we might be able to bend a few rules to create time travel.” He finished as if he was simply talking about something as easy as making a paper airplane, or riding a bike.

“Do you realize what you’re saying?! We could bring everyone back!” You shouted excitedly, mind immediately taking you back to Loki where you were finally given the opportunity to save him and start all over.

“Not everyone...” Steve corrected, already knowing what you were thinking. “Something like that is just too much. It could disrupt everything, Y/N. We’re simply bringing back the ones that Thanos took away.” Just like that he’d regretted that sentence by accidentally choosing the wrong words.

He had never seen your mood switch so quickly, and, if he weren’t mistaken, he’d have thought he was looking directly into the eyes of Loki himself as you glared daggers at him. “Of course,” you hissed, feeling your blood begin to boil. “Because Thanos never took anything from me.”

Steve took a slow step back, choosing his words carefully this time. “You know that’s not what I meant,” he added. “We’re not even sure if this will work, but I thought that, in the odd chance it does, maybe it would give you the opportunity to go back. To remember the good times, and see yourself the way you used to be.”

In the end, he and Nat gave you almost no choice, but to go with them, refusing to leave you in the compound alone after your little meltdown. Which eventually lead to meeting up at Tony’s cabin, and your eventual trip back to the compound once again.

After succeeding to create time travel, everyone prepared themselves for the jump. For the first time in a long time you actually felt kind of excited, but, of course, you would never admit it.

You were to be extra help to Tony and Steve, your one job to stay alert in case either of them needs your help in the off chance that something may go wrong. It only took a split second for the room to spin, and for you to find yourself following Tony as he carried you with him up to the floor where the past Avengers had assembled.

There, in the midst of them all, was Loki.

Tony’s eyes immediately shot towards your own where he noticed you staring at the God of Mischief intensely.

“Y/N, stay calm,” he reminded you, bringing your thoughts back to the task at hand. But it was too late. This was it. You’d be damned if you were to leave this timeline without him.

Without warning, you see Thor slap something over Loki’s mouth, shocking you back to reality once again. Loki’s eyes meet yours for a split second, and if you hadn’t been so close to him before you would’ve assumed he was just gazing around the room. No, he had noticed you. Tony was oblivious to the small action, continuing to concentrate on the mission while you were silently coming up with your own plan.

Thinking on your toes you’d distracted Tony with a promise to go wait downstairs for Steve, briefly explaining that it was too hard for you to be in the room with Loki after everything you had been through. Thankfully for you, Tony had bought right into it.

The guards uniform that he had provided you with left you virtually unnoticed by the Avengers as you remained hidden in the hustle and bustle. You noticed Loki glancing in your direction when he got off the elevator, seeing you come up behind him. The slightest of smirks splayed across his lips when Tony fell and the suitcase busted open, sending the tesseract soaring in his direction.

It stopped at his feet where you latched onto his arm, watching as he bent over to pick it up. The two of you disappearing in a cloud of blue smoke together. You appeared again in the last place you’d ever imagined - a hidden entrance to Asgard.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer you wrapped your arms around him, sobbing tears of joy for the first time in years. His laugh was muffled by the Asgardian device that covered his mouth, and you helped him out of his shackles.

“Lady Y/N, what in Odin’s name are you wearing?” He laughed after you’d uncovered his mouth, observing your guards uniform.

“Mind helping with that?” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes. In a puff of green smoke your attire had immediately changed into green Asgardian clothes that complimented Loki’s.

“Now, I do believe an explanation is in order, pet,” Loki furrowed his brow, awaiting your response. There wasn’t enough time in the world to explain everything that had happened, but you were more than willing to take every second you needed because, in the end, all that mattered was that he was back.

After everything that had happened you were able to hold him in your arms once again, and you wanted nothing more than to rest your head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat for the rest of your days. Life had given the two of you a second chance, and you knew in your heart that you would never take it for granted.

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sserpente · 7 years ago

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A/N: Request from anon. Ahhh, this was so much fun! 😂

Words: 1553 Warnings: fluff

Being a private nurse in the Avengers compound was hardly an easy, let alone eventless task. The many injuries you had seen within two months of working for Tony Stark already were nothing like what you had been prepared for at medical school or your internship in a private hospital.

Even with no missions keeping the superheroes busy, you treated at least one of them every single day. Their tough training made them bold and reckless and not just once had they accidentally hurt themselves while kicking each other’s arses for fun.

It had only gotten more intense when Thor returned from Asgard, bringing along his new-won lightning-superpowers and his mistrustful brother Loki. He was the only one you barely ever saw in your office and treatment room, excluding that one time Clint had thrown a glass bottle at him after a fight. Just like Steve and Thor’s, the wound had healed pretty quickly but oddly, you didn’t quite understand how everyone was so annoyed by the God of Mischief.

He was… nice. Calm. Polite. Charming. In fact, he had barely talked at all upon first meeting you, let alone the times after. The only reason you knew he was still present in the compound was that you often met each other in the hallway, given the room Tony had provided him with was right next to your office. But even then, apart from a friendly “Hello” and the occasional smile, nothing ever happened.

It was strange, really. Especially, since you were oddly fond of the Trickster God. He was attractive—way more than you’d like to admit, which made him seemingly avoiding you at any cost all the sadder.

Thor’s smile was creepy—utterly eerie and uneasy. Loki frowned, irritated, as he watched you re-organising the medical books on a shelf right above your desk.

“What? What is it?” He spat, frowning suspiciously as he leaned back to eye his brother.

He had been sitting there for a while, across the hallway on a comfortable couch with a book. It was a pretence, really, for actually, he had been secretly watching you for a full hour already.

It had taken him a while to realise he was, how Thor would put it, crushing on you. Ever since he had first met you in your office for you to take a look at the bleeding wound on his forehead caused by that ridiculous glass bottle, you were on his mind. Constantly. Nonstop. Twenty-four-seven.

He ought to thank Clint for injuring him and pat Thor’s shoulder for insisting on having you check on him but of course, he did neither of those things. Instead, he chose to figure out his unusual feelings in solitude and silence. It was what he was best at.

“I know what you’re doing,” Thor began, his smile widening even more. The God of Mischief raised his eyebrows, acting innocent as he shut his book and turned around.

“And what might that be, brother? I am not planning another alien invasion, if that is your concern.”

Thor chuckled. “No, you’re not. Seems like someone invaded your heart this time, brother.”

Instantly, Loki’s head spun around, his blue eyes narrowing at the Thunderer. “I beg your pardon?”

“(Y/N). You fancy her, brother. I know you do. That’s great.”

“No. No it’s not great, Thor.”

“So you admit you are into her?”

Loki pressed his lips together to a thin line, lifting a finger as if to scold his older brother. He was not often speechless but when he was, there was a valid reason for it. It was short of a miracle. Thor usually never comprehended his feelings, let alone his behaviour. Was he really this obvious? Did love make him blind?

He grumbled something in Old Norse instead of replying with words and apparently, it was proof enough for Thor he was right. Unfortunately, he really was. He was not ashamed of crushing on you, of course. Every one—or in this case, hopefully—his brother knowing, however, would develop into daily tortures. He’d had enough of those during his childhood.

Thor sat down next to him curiously, encouraged to help his brother to win your heart. “So have you talked to her?”

“No.”

“Will you?”

“No.” He repeated more sharply.

“Why not? You can’t expect her to fall for you if you don’t make an effort, brother. Mortal women are no different from Asgardian women, they want to be courted, they want to be beguiled!”

“I did not ask for your help, Thor.” Rolling his eyes, he sighed.

The Thunderer’s face lit up. “Loki, that’s it!”

“What’s ‘it’?”

“Help! We’re doing ‘Get help’!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not, you love it! It works every time.”

“I hate it and you know it.”

Their bickering got so loud you eventually looked up from your piles of books and listened closely, slightly giggling at their conversation. You had no idea what it was about without any supernatural hearing but with your door open, their amusing arguing was clearly audible.

Seconds later, however, you flinched. It got quiet for a moment and then, without any forewarning, Thor stormed into your office, one of Loki’s hands around his shoulders. The God of Mischief himself was limping, his stunning blue eyes almost closed and his thin lips slightly parted.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), help us, please, Loki is feeling unwell! Get help, please, help him!”

Turning on your heel, you almost dropped the book you were holding.

“What?! What happened?” You responded almost hysterically.

“Loki, tell her!” Thor bellowed as he put him down on the bed and then stormed away. Your gaze turned to him.

“I, uh…” Speechless. Again. Loki silently cursed himself.

“I need to go and… ask Tony for… a glass of water, I’ll be right back!”

“There is tab here too, I—“ But with that, Thor disappeared, leaving you behind utterly confused and almost overwhelmed by the absurd situation.

“I have some water here if you need some. What happened, I heard you fighting, did Thor do something?”

“Oh yes, he did.” Loki murmured, avoiding looking you directly in the eye.

“O-okay…” Why were you so nervous? Finally, after so much time, you had him all to yourself. He was in your office, alone and apparently, in need of your help. Unfortunately, shy was your middle name.

“So… um… are you feeling dizzy? Are you sick? Are you hot, cold? Tell me what’s wrong.” Concerned, you cupped his face and studied him.

The God of Mischief sighed.

“Nothing is, (Y/N).” His cheeks, however, had turned bright red. Maybe he had a fever after all. Or was he… was he… was he blushing?!

“What do you mean? What is this all about? You know, if this is supposed to be a joke, it’s not funny, I am genuinely worried for you… a-and for the other Avengers.” You added quickly.

Finally, Loki lifted his glance. Electricity rippled through your entire body as your eyes locked. There was no way you could be angry with him for too long.

“It was… it was Thor’s idea. He was looking for an excuse for me to visit you in your office.”

“W-why?”

“Because he found out that I have taken an interest in you.” Oh, hey! This wasn’t so hard after all. His charm was returning! Perhaps he could still make this good. Perhaps he could get out of this embarrassing situation without completely humiliating himself in the process.

Your heart skipped a beat. He… had taken an interest in you?

“B-but… you’ve been avoiding me ever since we first met. I feared you might hate me.” Was this a dream? It had to be. The most wonderful dream ever!

Loki inhaled deeply in surprise. “Why would you think that? Have I ever treated you wrongly?”

“No… no, you didn’t, I just… it kind of felt like you were avoiding me.”

“I was avoiding you. I am not exactly experienced when it comes to women.” And how would he be? He had never had to enchant one before taking her to his room. Some of the young maidens back on Asgard did appreciate the company of a prince, after all, even if he was only second in the line of succession.

“However, I assume that if you are willing to forget any this…“ He lifted his arm for an extensive hand movement. “…ever happened, then I would love to take you out for dinner sometime.”

Your lips parted in awe. Loki was asking you out. He was asking you out! He was asking you out!!! Trying not to panic because of all the excessive joy tumbling through your body with a start, you swallowed thickly.

“I know this tiny Italian restaurant not too far from here. There is a bookshop right next to it.” You replied, smiling coyly at him.

Loki smirked. “Sounds like a plan.”

“About time, brother!” You suddenly heard Thor’s voice behind you. He was standing in the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.

So this was what they had been talking about. Loki only rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner as you giggled at the gods. You would buy Thor tons of poptarts to thank him for making him do “Get help”.

A/N: If you liked this story, would you care to support me a little by buying me a cuppa for 3€? It would mean so much! ♥ ko-fi.com/sserpente

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noorakardemmomesaetre · 7 years ago

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Southside High

Chapter Three

Or read it on Ao3

Chapter One, Chapter Two

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

warning: some underage drinking in this chapter.

Summary: Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it. -Sara Gruen

“Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones, please report to the principal’s office immediately.”

Betty sits in one of two worn-down faux leather chairs facing her principal, hands clasped neatly in her lap, waiting for Jughead to arrive. Her initial thought that she had been called to the office for some sort of award or acknowledgement had been quickly extinguished by the second name listed in the announcement.

And Jughead Jones…

Yeah, this is definitely not good.

Glancing at her watch, she sighs impatiently as Principal Johnson continues looking through a few files on her desk.

Does he even care that he’s being called to the principal’s office or is this just a normal occurrence for him? Her irritation is mounting as the first few minutes of her English class pass by without her.

Ten minutes later, Jughead saunters in, dropping his satchel to the ground before sitting in the chair next to Betty and folding his arms.

No acknowledgement of either her, their principal, or the amount of Betty’s time he has just clearly wasted.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Mr. Jones.”

Principal Johnson peers over her spectacles at Jughead before continuing, “I’m sure you two are wondering why you’re here. Can either of you explain these?”

She pulls out two posters, one, a makeshift clipArt black and white piece of printer paper for Southside High’s student newspaper and another, a photo paper, color, original art for Southside High’s newest student newspaper.

Betty bites the inside of her cheek, stealing a glance at the guy who has become her arch-enemy, unsure if she should say something.

He has one leg kicked out in front of him and the way his jacket rests open underneath his crossed arms reveals only a white wife beater tank top. Drawing her lip between her teeth and turning her focus back to their principal, she can’t help but wonder what his body looks like under that leather jacket…abs possibly?…strong arms probably…

“Okay,” Principal Johnson sighs, shaking her head at their lack of a response and leaning forward, “there cannot be two student newspapers at Southside High. Mr. Jones, I understand that you are the editor of the Red and Black and Ms. Cooper, I understand that you are the editor of the Blue and Gold. I would like for the merging of Riverdale and Southside High to be a smooth process and one that shows a united front, do you understand what I’m saying?”

Betty immediately nods while Jughead adjusts his beanie, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“I like the idea of calling the student paper the ‘Black and Gold’ and joining the two together,” she continues and Betty smiles haughtily at the compliment (she can almost swear she sees Jughead roll his eyes at that), before she continues, “what do you two think of working together? Two editor-in-chiefs?”

A silence falls over the office as Principal Johnson waits for their reply, raising her eyebrows when she doesn’t receive immediate agreement.

“I’m just not sure if Betty is going to be able to find the time to take this seriously,” Jughead says to Betty’s surprise, leaning forward and rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “between her Starbucks runs and, like, really intense cheer practices.”

Betty bites back the urge to scoff at his snide remark, instead choosing to reach out and rub his knee affectionately.

“Aw, Jughead, I appreciate your concern,” she responds, smiling sweetly as his eyes fall to her hand before turning back to their principal, “but if Jughead can find time between selling drugs and tagging abandoned buildings, I’m sure I can as well.”

She glances back at Jughead whose tongue is in his cheek, holding back laughter as his eyes draw back to her hand…which is still lingering on his knee. He looks up at her, one eyebrow arched, and she quickly draws her hand back to her own lap, cursing the blush in her cheeks.

Principal Johnson has her fingers pressed against her temples, attempting to rub out the stress headache that’s threatening to erupt.

“Alright, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m now requiring you both to work together as editors for the Black and Gold. I want notes each week about the progress you’re making together delivered to my desk by Friday at 3:00, or there will be no student newspaper at all. Do I make myself clear? Dismissed.”

Jughead already has his satchel up and strapped to his body, nodding to Principal Johnson as he heads out ahead of Betty.

Betty rushes after him to ask about when to host the first Black and Gold meeting (or, at least, that’s what she tells herself she wants to talk to him about), but he’s already halfway down the hallway, headphones on.

"Ugh. I could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife,” Toni sighs, tossing her pen on the desk and glancing between Jughead and Betty who are seated on opposite sides of the office reading over articles submitted by the Black and Gold journalist candidates, “it’s making me need to get laid.”

Jughead snorts, shaking his head as Betty sighs, rolling her eyes. It had been three days since their meeting in Principal Johnson’s office, and they had finally agreed on a time and place for their first meeting.

“There is no sexual tension, Toni,” Betty states, marking a few spelling errors on her applicant’s article.

“You must be confusing sexual tension with mutual hatred,” Jughead mutters, and Betty shoots him a look. Asshole.

“You two are in denial and I’m starving,” Toni says, grabbing her jacket and keys, “I’m going to run and grab Pop’s, anyone want anything?”

“A strawberry milkshake!”

“My usual.”

“Noted,” she nods, heading out the door and leaving them in the peaceful silence of the cramped office.

Betty loses herself quickly in an article she’s writing about the merging of the two high schools (having given up one the applicant articles for the time being), her mind consumed by the many ideas that come to her whenever her fingers hit the keyboard.

Jughead is also typing steadily, his eyes focused on his screen, a pen perched between his lips.

Feeling a little warm, Betty unbuttons her cardigan and tugs it off revealing her modest sleeveless top as she sets the sweater against the back of her seat. Jughead clears his throat and Betty glances at him, but he’s staring at his screen.

“Uh, it is getting a little hot in here,” he says casually, shrugging out of his Serpent jacket, revealing his gray S t-shirt, and tossing it on top of his satchel before returning his focus to his screen.

Betty’s eyes drift from her laptop to his biceps, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she admires how toned and taut his arms are. Not big and beefy like Archie and the other football players at Riverdale High.

So that’s what’s going on under there…

“It’s alright, Betty,” Jughead smirks, interrupting her thoughts and immediately igniting a blush in her cheeks as she quickly looks back to her screen, “I know I’m a pretty good looking guy.”

“What?! I wasn’t…It’s just…” Betty flusters, trying to think of something, anything, that will distract him from thinking she’s attracted to him or something, “you’re smaller than the guys I’m used to.”

WHAT?! Goddamnit, Betty.

“Not where it matters,” he retorts, meeting her gaze before he adds, “I can assure you.”

“Wow, that took forever!” Toni says, swinging open the door with bag full of food in one hand, drinks in the other, saving Betty from having to come up with a witty response.

Toni stops, her eyes shifting from Betty’s bare shoulders and pink cheeks to Jughead’s jacket and smug smile, before her eyebrows raise and she grins, “sorry...am I interrupting something?”

“Cher, who invited you to this party again?” Veronica asks Cheryl from Cheryl’s closet where she’s casually looking through her dresses. She turns to share a knowing look with Betty and Betty chuckles, continuing to paint her toes a lovely shade of lavender.

“Her name is Toni Topaz,” Cheryl shrugs, leaning in closer to her mirror to apply the perfect shade of deep red lipstick to her lips.

“I heard she thinks you’re pretty,” Betty says, offering a secretive smile to Veronica, who she had, of course, instantly told about her conversation with Toni.

“Southside girls have good taste,” Cheryl replies nonchalantly, pursing her lips to apply concealer at the edges, but Betty sees her smile to herself when she thinks her friends aren’t looking.

“How do we dress for a Southside party? Should I leave my signature pearls at home?”

Betty wiggles her toes now that they’re all painted, admiring her work, before nodding, “yeah, I think maybe the pearls should stay home tonight.”

Veronica tugs them off before putting them in their nice velvet jewelry box, pulling on a tight black dress from Cheryl’s closet.

“Archie is picking us up in 5.”

Archie actually picks them up in 10 and once Betty is settled into the backseat of his Jeep Wrangler, she feels her anxiety start to creep in.

After a long first two weeks at Southside High, she isn’t feeling as though she has made very many new friends and a Southside party doesn’t sound as fun to her as it does to V and Cheryl.

In fact, Betty would much prefer to be settled into a warm bubble bath, mud mask on, a book in one hand and a glass of wine (stolen from her mother’s cabinet) in the other.

But she couldn’t deny her friends their first opportunity to go out and she figures she could use a drink.

“Just one,” she assures Cheryl as she takes the cup from her twenty minutes later, glancing nervously around the unfamiliar situation she is now in.

The party is taking place at an abandoned, dimly lit warehouse in the middle of nowhere Southside where the music can be loud and the alcohol can flow freely. Bodies she doesn't recognize are everywhere, some dancing, others are in casual conversation, a few couples are pressed together in heated embraces.

A few hours and several red solo cups full of “jungle juice” later, Betty is definitely feeling the buzz. She is not usually one to participate in underage drinking, but after the nuisance she’d been put through by a particularly sexy annoying fellow journalist, she hasn't been too hesitant tonight.

Betty has finally loosened up, much to the approval of Veronica, who had slipped outside with Archie about an hour ago.

Sitting next to Betty on an old couch is Cheryl whose eyes have been casually drifting around the party before lingering on Toni several times throughout the night. Toni is now leaning against a wall talking to another Serpent, in plain view of Cheryl's eyesight.

“You should go talk to her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cheryl snaps, taking a small sip of her beer.

"It’s okay if you’re nervous."

“I’m not nervous.”

“Ladies!” Kevin grins, walking up to them and leaning down to give them each a quick hug.

“Kev! Where have you been?” Betty smiles up at her friend, noting that Kevin is starting to look a little fuzzy.

Maybe I should set this drink down...

“Meeting new people! It’s great, there’s a guy here, Joaquin, seems really cool.”

Betty smiles happily for her friend before she glances at a silent Cheryl, whose eyes were now fixated unashamedly on Toni. Toni quickly steals a glance at Cheryl before flipping her long pink curls over her shoulder and leaning in closer to her Serpent friend.

“Cheryl, seriously, go!” Betty says, giving her a little push. Kevin spots someone on the other side of the warehouse and waves, heading away from the girls.

“Fine!” Cheryl sighs, taking one last look at herself in her compact before standing, “but only to thank her for inviting us. Nothing more, Betty Cooper.”

Betty rolls her eyes and nods as she watches Cheryl walk over to Toni, swaying her hips a little more seductively when Toni stops talking to her friend to turn and look at her. She smiles as she walks up and motions to Cheryl’s beer, offering to get her another.

Realizing she’s now totally alone (her worse nightmare in a new social situation) Betty decides to keep her drink, sipping and glancing around the warehouse. She’s not surprised that Jughead isn’t here, but she can't help feeling a little disappointed.

She can’t figure out why a guy who drives her absolutely mad, is also a guy who’s invading her sober drunken thoughts.

“Hi beautiful,” a guy Betty doesn’t recognize sits down next to her, his arm resting against her bare thigh.

Big...muscular biceps…

Betty’s eyebrows furrow as she stares at his arm, at the way the muscle bulges, the sweet words pouring out of his mouth falling on deaf ears.

No…no…toned…lean arms…

Not where it matters…I can assure you…

His words from their banter in the office of the Black and Gold floods her brain, making her ears feel hot as she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested,” she says firmly, cutting off the guy’s pick-up lines.

“Alright, whatever,” he shrugs, standing up before glancing back at her, “all you Riverdale High girls are stuck up bitches anyways.”

Betty swallows the lump in her throat and sits up straight, glancing around the warehouse for her friends. Kevin is talking to a few guys on the other end of the warehouse and Ronnie and Archie are nowhere to be seen.

Cheryl is leaning against the wall in front of Betty facing Toni and nursing a new beer. Toni’s fingers are playing with the ends of Cheryl’s hair, obviously paying her compliments and Cheryl is smiling, her cheeks flushed.

Not wanting to interrupt them, but knowing she needs some fresh air, Betty chugs the rest of her drink and stands, swaying violently until she grips the arm rest of the couch to steady herself.

Whoa.

She makes her way to the back of the warehouse and out the back door, wanting to be away from the music. Noting the chill breeze, Betty wraps her sweater tighter around her as she lets the effects of the alcohol take over her body, feeling careless and free in the dark emptiness of the Southside.

Hearing a soft crackling noise to the right of her, she turns to see a small bonfire burning a several feet away.

Warmth!

Her hand slams against the back of the warehouse, taking a moment to steady herself before she heads towards the flames.

“Hey! A Northsider!”

“You lost, sweetheart?!”

Betty stops a few feet away from a small group of people who are sitting around the bonfire, her eyes adjusting to the light. She notes the Serpent jackets and feels her breath catch in her throat.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea...

“Betty?”

An unfamiliar rush of excitement hits her as she hears his voice, her eyes finding him in the dark. Jughead is sitting casually on an ice chest, a lit cigarette in one hand, a bottle of whiskey on the ground next to his black combat boot. A girl pressed against his side.

Betty’s eyes narrow when she notes the girl, stepping backwards as he stands, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out before walking over to her.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” she shoots back, slurring her words and folding her arms across her chest.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, stepping closer to her and swaying slightly. Or was she swaying? She couldn't tell the difference anymore...

“Who is that?” she says quietly, motioning to the girl who has gotten up and moved to sit near a different serpent. She knows she’s going to regret this tomorrow but her nerves are too relaxed to care.

“Why do you care?” Jughead shrugs, sliding his beanie off and running his fingers through his dark curls before shaking his head, “you fucking hate me.”

“You hated me first!” The world tips a little and Betty wonders if it's normal for a guy to have such a strong effect on a girl.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking at her, taking in her high-waisted shorts and tight sweater before shaking his head, “that’s not what this is-“

The worlds tilts again and the bile rising in her throat makes Betty realize it’s not Jughead making her feel this way…

"Shit."

He quickly steps forward, wrapping his hand in her loose waves as she bends over, emptying the jungle juice and her lack of a proper dinner all over his shoes.

I rewrote this chapter like six times, so I apologize if there's any mistakes. Hopefully you enjoy, please leave a comment if you'd like, I love hearing your thoughts! ❤

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