#when someone said since u always comfort us with wanda it is my turn to try that lowkey made me tear up at the station platform ☠️

[wndaswife]

before i get busy again this week i have to tell u all u literally have no idea how much it meant to me that after posting that thing and not checking tumblr until i was going home, seeing all of ur supportive asks and also seeing them in the morning

i was seriously so surprised

it made me realize that i don’t really know as much about myself and all the love i have around me as much as i thought i did, because i didn’t know there would be so much support

i am not gonna answer any of the asks cuz i wanna keep them stored and so i can read them always in my little inbox :3 thank you all a lot, really

even tho i and all of u have lives and things away from here it’s really incredible how you were all able to make me feel so supported and such… and i am really on my way to feeling much much better about it all

and i really wanna write something soon, so not to end this on a different note but horny will be enacted very soon im in my fiending for dom with a daddy kink era rn

[msminutes]

Hii i loved ur last america fic and wanted to see if u could do one where she tells strange that her and reader [fem] are dating and at first hes a little against it but he ends up being happy for them

✦ - contention

• pairing: america chavez x female reader

• warnings: slight doctor strange m.o.m. spoilers

•genre: a bit of angst with a happy ending :)

•author’s note: i loved this request and i hope you enjoy<3

doctor stephen strange. the sorcerer supreme, before being snapped away for five years by thanos.

it was strange (pun intended) to be without someone who was like a father figure to you for five years. it was also strange to have wong raise you rather than stephen, though he did a great job despite the circumstances. 

but, the day that you reunited with him during the battle at avengers compound you couldn’t have been happier.

the moment that you saw him you rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly with tears pouring from your eyes.

“i missed you, i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too, kid.”

the two of you pull away from the hug and he takes a good look at you now with his glassy eyes. no longer were you the small eleven year old that he would teach magic to, you were now a teenager that was becoming a young adult.

“you’re so grown.”

you laugh slightly.

“well, five years is a long time…dad”

never had you called him that name before, but it just felt right to. 

stephen immediately lit up and smiled. the man brought you in for another hug and kissed the top of your head.

“hey strange, i hate to interrupt the moment, but we still have a large army of aliens to fight”

the two of you laugh at tony stark’s words and break from the hug. 

“you ready to fight?”

“always.”

— — —

it was a calm sunday afternoon in your dad’s apartment. you were sat upon the couch watching the tv, while america was laying in your lap thinking.

“i think we should tell your dad about us today”

you look to your girlfriend surprised.

“why?”

she gets up from her place on your lap and sits next to you with a concerned look on her face.

“do you not want to tell him about us?”

you turn to face her directly and sigh.

“it’s not that i don’t want to tell him, it’s just that i’m afraid of how he’ll react. you’ve seen how he’s been really protective since the thanos and wanda incidents.”

the star-powered girl grabs your hand and you sigh a bit.

you hated not telling your dad about your relationship with america. you also hated having to sneak around the kamar-taj with her between practice since you haven’t told the others yet either.

“you’re right, we should tell him today.”

“we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable enough to do it yet. i was just putting out the idea.”

“it’s ok, it will be for the better. plus once he finds it, it will be easier to tell the others and we won’t have to sneak around anymore.”

your girlfriend smiles and kisses your cheek. 

“tonight it is then”

america goes back to her previous position on your lap, and you run your hands through her hair. she sighs happily and then two of you return to watching tv.

— — — 

it was now dinner time in the strange household and your dad returned home from his meeting at the kamar-taj with takeout.

you asked him earlier in the day why you and america couldn’t go, but he said something about it being a meeting for “higher-level sorcerers” or whatever that meant. 

the three of you were now gathered around a little table in the kitchen eating the food that he picked up.

strange was always happy to have america around as he took a liking to the young girl, so it wasn’t a surprise that he was delighted when he saw his daughter and her get along well. if only the man knew how well they actually got along. 

you played with the food on your plate a bit, too nervous to eat it knowing the conversation you were going to have soon. 

“so, what did you troublemakers do today?”

“nothing much, but your wonderful daughter here did practice with me how to not become too overwhelmed by my powers.”

stephen’s eyes immediately found your and he smiled at you proudly.

“that’s my girl.”

you place your fork down and move your plate to the side.

“dad…america and i have something to tell you”

“please don’t tell me you broke another window while practicing magic”

“no…uhm it’s not that. we’re uhm…”

america takes hold of your hand and squeezes it comfortingly. she looks at you with a look that almost says “i’ll take it from here”

“what she’s trying to say is that we’re dating”

any movement that strange was doing was halted. his eyebrows furrowed and eyes were widened with surprise.

“dating? as in the two of you are together?”

“that’s usually what dating means, dad”

your dad’s adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he rubbed his mustache.

“y/n… can i speak to you in the living room for a moment?”

before even getting to respond, he gets up and exits the kitchen. 

you look to you girlfriend with worried eyes and she smiles at you slightly.

“go talk with him, i’ll stay here.”

you nod your head and made your way towards the living room.

when you walked in you could see your father deep in thought, that was until he realized that you were in the room with him.

“you and america cannot be together.”

you look at him incredulously and cross your arms.

“why not!?”

“because, one she is too dangerous, and two you are too young!”

“too dangerous!? her powers are under control! we’ve made sure of that!”

“what happens if she’s having an off day and they’re not under control, huh? what if she sends you right to another universe that you can’t get out of?”

“you know that would never happen! and what do you mean too young!?! i’m sixteen!”

“exactly! you’re too young to date!”

“but i’m not too young to fight aliens and protect myself against other multiversal beings!?”

the quietness in the room was very loud after that. 

you could see the saddened look on your dad’s face and was able to tell that there was a different reason he didn’t want you and america dating.

“what’s the actual reason you don’t want her and i together?”

a look of shock crossed your father’s face, then it quickly turned to one of sadness again.

“i…i wasn’t with you for five years. five years! and in those years you grew up so quickly and wong raised you, when i should’ve been there to. you’ve grown so much without me. hell you went from eleven to sixteen in practically five minutes for me! and now that you have a girlfriend too…god, i sound like an idiot, but i’m just afraid of losing you. and i’m afraid that you really won’t need me anymore”

upon his confession you immediately engulf him into a hug.

“dad, i’m always going to need you. and i promise you, i’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

strange hugs you tightly and kisses your head.

the two of you break from the hug and he looks down at you.

“i’m sorry for the way i reacted.”

“it’s ok, with everything that’s happened i don’t blame you…so…do you approve of her and i?”

strange chuckles a bit.

“of course i do, she’s a good kid. but, i’m still going to have a long talk with her about dating my daughter.”

“but dad-“

“no buts. come on let’s go finish having dinner with you girlfriend.”

you rolled your eyes, but walked back to the kitchen next to your dad.

when america realized the two of you had smiles on her face, she couldn’t help but smile as well. 

the three of you spent the rest of the dinner talking and laughing. you couldn’t have been happier at how accepting he was with you and your girlfriend. 

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Hey darling ❤️ love your writing 3000 :) can u do one with Bucky x reader (they’re together) where he overhears the reader on the phone with her parents that are emotionally & verbally abusive towards her (they always have been) and the reader has to explain it all to him afterwards even tho she’s having a panic attack (bc she’s afraid bucky will leave her since she has no one else to go to ??) and bucky comforts her and reassures her that he’s gonna be there for her and like comfort fluff? I live in an emotionally abusive and manipulative household rn and I tell you your fics are like an escape for me. Even if u don’t do this thank you from the bottom of my heart :)

Hey there, I love you 3000 ❤ I am so so sorry to hear about your situation, and while I'm glad to hear that my writing is an escape for you, I want you to know that I'm here for you. No one should have to go through what you described. I hope that this can bring you some comfort but please, I encourage you to reach out to someone who can help you. My DM's are open as well, you shouldn't face this alone. I'm here for you!!!

You owe them nothing

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3200 (ish)

Warnings: emotional abuse/gaslighting, manipulation, parent issues, tears, angst, breakdown, fluff.

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You really tried to keep it hidden. It wasn’t something that everyone needed to know about.

Your parents loved you, at least that’s what they had said. But it was one of those things where you felt like it was for show - the kindness that they showed when you were around others faded away once you were alone with them.

You remember once they had said “of course I love you, I’m your parent!”

But that made you wonder how they would treat you if you weren’t theirs.

They were horrible to you for as long as you could remember. Gaslighting you and making you feel like you owed them something even though they were the ones who should have taken care of you.

They were around but never…there. They would be there for family dinners but they were always riddled with criticisms of grades and who you were talking to and how you dressed. All of your hobbies were seen as a waste of time, something you should only do when you had nothing else to do. School came first, naturally, but there was always something they told you you had to do before you could do anything for yourself.

Yet when you would complain about being depressed, they told you to get a hobby because you never do anything.

Tired meant lazy, energetic and passionate meant loud and annoying. When you were quiet they thought you had nothing to say, yet when you expressed your opinions you were told to shut up.

You couldn’t win.

You could never make them happy, there was always something you were doing wrong.

They thought it was their right to monitor who you talked to and saw, what you did outside of school, what sports you could join. When you would say no to the school dances or parties you would make up an excuse about not wanting to go or having work to do. Your friends would call you a buzz kill. Little did they know you would give anything to go.

Whenever you would do something wrong (or anything, period,), your parents would yell at you. They would curse you out, make you cry, only to yell at you for crying like a little bitch.

The older you got, the worse it was.

You thought when you moved out it would be better. But you had all these years of being told you were worthless and having them be your providers. When you got your own place you didn’t really have any friends, nor did you really know how to make friends. You had a job to help you get by, you could support yourself. That wasn’t the issue. You could support yourself, you always had to.

It was that you were so lonely.

You wanted friends but you were so afraid of the criticism you would get. You were afraid to make yourself known, because you were always taught that being told what to do and taught what to think was much more appealing than having your opinion.

But this was an opinionated world.

You were good at what you did, so good that you had gotten a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. You thought that would make you happy, more importantly that it would make your parents happy, but no such luck.

“I got a really great job, guys.”

“Fantastic. I guess you’re just doing so great without us,” they had snapped.

“What? I mean… this is what you wanted right? For me to get a good job?” you had said, confused.

You heard a loud sigh on the other end of the line. “Of course we do, what are you crazy about? Of course we wanted you to get a good job but you just deserted us like we were trash. Have we done nothing for you?”

You felt your heart sink in your stomach. ‘Of course you guys have, I love -”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean. If you really cared about us you’d be helping us out. You got a great job and probably have a huge paycheck that you hoard and you left us here to struggle to make ends meet.”

You took the phone away from your face temporarily to take a shaky breath. Of course they would go there with the salary, why wouldn’t they? All of your paychecks had gone to them, since it was their house and they were feeding you, leaving you with barely enough money for your car and gas and phone bills, only for them to suggest longer hours when you complained.

“I can help you guys out if you need,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

You heard an exasperated sigh on the other line again. “You really should be more grateful, you know? We raised you your entire life and then you leave us alone? You never even call us? You’re so fucking selfish.”

Then the line went dead.

You shook your head and felt tears in your eyes as you spoke to yourself. “Well maybe I would call you if it didn’t always yell at me.”

Of course, you would never say that.

See, it wasn’t so bad. You never said anything because they were only ever mean to you, which would make you uncomfortable. There were people out there that would get hit or who would have to raise themselves from a young age. Once you grew thick skin it wasn’t so bad, you were just being dramatic.

Right?

Your new job was fairly successful, you were fantastic at what you did. You did a lot of behind the scenes work, weapon repair and plans of action with missions. Not that they needed much help with that. Still, they took you in as their friends.

Well, as close as you would let them get to as friends.

It took a while before you warmed up to them. Everyone tended to keep to themselves, but not as much as you. You kept the parts of you hidden away - you were there for a job, you did it, and you did it well. You knew how to do your job but interacting with the team, making friends - you didn’t want to get emotionally attached.

Not like you knew how to make friends to begin with.

Naturally you were drawn to the quieter side of the team, once you were able to open up. They were all nice but sometimes the parties and the jokes were a bit much. You just didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing that would make you the punchline.

No one needed to know about you, or how you would spend your free time being yelled at through a phone with you trying to make it better. That wasn’t part of the job, so you shouldn’t bring it up.

It wasn’t like anyone would want to help. You were just a nuisance to everyone around you.

Right?

No one talked about their life before the team much. Not many people on the team had a great life before the Avengers first came together. Natasha or Wanda had once spoken about how this team was a family. And as much as you wanted to believe it, you helped the team. You weren’t a part of the team. So even if that were true, it didn’t include you.

At least, that was your point of view.

The team viewed you as a part of the team as much as any of them. You didn’t fight with them but you made sure everything would go as smoothly. You were kind and great at what you did, but they wished you would open up more. Of course, being a team of people who had trouble opening up, they understood.

Bucky was one of the ones who took a liking to you, mostly because he saw a lot of himself in you. He could tell there was something that you were trying to get past but weren’t quite able to yet. That there was something bothering but you wouldn’t dare say it for fear of bothering someone. You threw yourself into projects and distractions and from the way you carried yourself, he guessed you were avoiding something that you weren’t ready to work through. At least, not yet.

He knew that feeling too well.

The ex-assassin was one of the easiest for you to open up to because he didn’t expect much from interactions. Both of you were quiet and kept to yourselves that there wasn’t much pressure to share anything or say anything. You knew his past but would never bring it up unless he wanted to. Which eventually, he did. You could tell he felt pressure to be who he was before HYDRA took him, and while Steve was surprised he opened up to you first, you weren’t. Steve knew Bucky before everything, and you didn’t have that bias. He was whoever he was today regardless of who he was yesterday.

And Bucky found comfort in that.

You think you would’ve too, if you thought you deserved it enough to do the same.

See, you were worried that you were making everything worse than it really was. You worried that maybe you were being too sensitive or that what you had grown up with was normal. With everything that everyone on the team went through, a few insults from your parents was hardly anything. You were being dramatic.

There was nothing to be sad or angry about. You just had to get over yourself.

Right?

You were getting by until one night when your parents called, as they did on occasion. You were in the middle of working, so you ignored it. The phone went to voicemail before it started ringing again, and you ignored it, again. The third time you sighed and picked up your phone, turning away from your work.

You took a deep breath before you answered. “Hello?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

You closed your eyes and brought a hand to rub your head. “Well I’m doing fine, thank you, how are you?”

“Don’t give me that attitude. What the fuck are you doing? You’ve been ignoring our calls.”

You stood up to pace the floor slightly, dreading the conversation that was coming. Is it the ‘family is most important’ or the ‘where’s my money?’ speech today? “I’ve been working.”

“What, so work is more important than family now? Is that what this is? You don’t care about us?”

Family speech it is.

“Dad -”

“What if one of us was dying? Huh? Would that be important?”

“Stop it. No one is dying, and I was working. And I have more work to do, so I really have to go.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m your father.”

Gaining confidence you gritted your teeth and snapped, “You know what? I’m an adult now so you can’t tell me what to do.”

There was silence on the other end of the line and you could practically hear the steam coming out of your father’s ears.

At some point Bucky had come down to your working space to check on you, seeing as it was nearly morning. He stopped in the doorway, and seeing you were busy on the phone he thought he would stop by later to give you some privacy. But he stopped when he heard you snap.

You never snap.

“Who do you think you’re talking to you ungrateful little bitch?”

“I’m talking to the people who treated me like shit my entire life and ask me for money when you wouldn’t give me the time of day for 18 fucking years.”

Even you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. But god did it feel good to say them.

“Are you fucking serious right now? We did nothing for you? What do you think we’ve been doing your whole life? We’ve done everything we did to help you be the best person you could be. You have that job now because of us and you have no right to speak to me that way.”

You chuckled darkly as you looked up at the ceiling, unaware of Bucky’s presence behind you. “My entire life all I’ve ever wanted to do was make you guys proud of me. But you know what? I’m fucking done. You hated me, gaslighted me, and made me hate myself almost as much if not more than you seemed to hate me.”

“I did no such thing you ungrateful -”

“You were supposed to love me and care for me, and all you did was take advantage of me. I’m not your child, I’m a paycheck. I don’t owe you anything because you gave me nothing. So you know what? FUCK. YOU.”

You hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, adrenaline taking over your body as you tried to stop shaking. Because a small part of you felt bad.

But fuck did that feel amazing.

You heard a throat clear behind you and you turned around to see Bucky, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

You nodded nervously, rubbing the sides of your arms. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, unconvincingly. “How much, uh...how much did you -

“Enough,” he said, pushing himself off of the door frame as he crossed over to you. “Who was that?”

“Bucky, don’t, it’s really fine. I just got a little worked up.”

“Y/n,” he started, looking at you with concern. “Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

“You don’t get upset like that at no one,” he took your hands in his. “Y/n, you're shaking.”

It was then that you realized your hands were still shaking, trying to keep the anxiety of what happened at bay.

It’s going to be so much worse now.

I can never talk to them again.

Is that a good thing? Didn’t I want that?

Bucky could sense you getting lost in your head. “Sweetheart, tell me what happened, please. I want to help you.”

You pulled your hands away from his and crossed your arms. “You can’t help me because there’s nothing wrong, okay? I handled it, it’s over. Done. nothing to worry about.”

“Y/n -”

“No really, there’s nothing you can do, okay?”

“Will you at least let me try?”

You looked at him, adrenaline starting to drain from your system. This was Bucky, your Bucky, who had never done anything but love and support you. He had never done anything to hurt you.

But what if he left you too?

You took in a sharp breath and curled in on yourself, a scared look on your face. Bucky crossed back over to you, seeing a scared look on your face.

“Hey, hey, y/n? Can you look at me?”

You brought your eyes up to meet his, feeling your chest constricting as you tried to keep your breathing even. It wasn’t working.

“I - I’m sorry, you shouldn’t… I’m fine really I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” he pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go sit down, okay?’

He led you over to your bed and you leaned forward, hands on your knees and head in your hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, this - I’m sorry, it’s so stupid, I’m so stupid.”

Bucky rubbed a hand up and down your back, hushing you. “It’s not stupid. If it’s bothering you, it’s not stupid.” Bucky took a small breath. “Do you remember all of those times after nightmares and all those panic attacks you would walk me through? How I thought I was being stupid?”

“You weren’t being stupid”

“And neither are you.”

You took some more shaky breaths as tears kept falling down your face. “You’re okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

Bucky let you calm down, knowing you would talk about it if you wanted to. He wanted you to talk about it so he could help you (and hurt whoever upset you) but he wouldn’t force you into telling him anything you didn’t want to.

The two of you sat in the silence, Bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you kept your face hidden.

“I haven’t told you a goddamn thing about me. You ever wonder why?”

You looked over at Bucky, eyebrows creased with slight confusion.

“They said blood was supposed to be thicker than water. That family comes first, right? I spent my whole life listening to them and following them and being the perfect kid. I made myself into everything they wanted me to be. And it still wasn’t enough for them.”

Bucky tilted his head slightly. He hadn’t known his parents much before they died but he had always wanted to have more time. But he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that not everyone had good parents.

“You know, I remember thinking that once I made it they would be happy. That if I worked hard enough or went onto do great things that they would be proud of me. That’s all I ever wanted, you know?” you said, voice wavering as you let out a bitter laugh. “But it’s not, you know? Never is, never was, never will be. All they do is take and take and no matter how good I am they’re always gonna hate me because I can’t be perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, y/n.”

“Well that’s what they want me to be. I know I can’t be perfect so I know they’ll never be happy. That they’ll call me ungrateful and selfish for succeeding and for leaving them when they never wanted me to be there to begin with.” You felt tears spill over as you wiped them away. “And I’m ust so fucking done with being a disappointment to them and to everyone else.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I don’t know,” you said softly, not really wanting to be more vulnerable.

Bucky, sensing this was a time he could push you, challenged you. “I think you do.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want anyone to see me the way they did. I thought what they said wasn’t true but...I just thought that maybe I was overreacting. Other people have it worse you know - some people have no parents or some have it so much worse. Mine just yell at me you know? Tell me everything’s my fault and that they wish they’d never had me. That I’m ungrateful for not being with them and that I owe them. I just...I heard that for the first 18 years of my life. I didn’t need any more of it.”

“y/n, that’s…” he swallowed, trying to contain his anger. “That’s not normal. No one should have to go through that. You can’t possibly think you're a bad person.”

Your shrug was enough to tell him that you did.

“Y/n, I don’t know who your parents think they are but you don’t owe them a damn thing. You may be related to them but you have no obligation to love your parents if they treat you like that. You have every right to be angry or to hate them. It doesn’t make you a bad person to be angry with someone who hurt you.”

“But they’re my family.”

“Well they didn’t treat you like it. You have us now, you don’t need them anymore. We’re your family. And we’re not gonna leave you.”

“They didn’t leave me Bucky, I left them.”

“You can’t leave someone who was never there for you.”

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TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

Bucky and Sam are both in New York to finish their mission with the power broker, turns out to be Sharon Carter. The latter is not just the villain in this story, but you once got jealous of her as well when she tried to seduce your man.

Warning:

Swearing

Jealousy

Mention of Smut

"You know you could just call Bucky instead of being a grumpy old lady in here," Wanda pointed out as you accidentally dropped your pen for fifth time.

You and Wanda are doing some mission report in the house that you share together, the reports that you and Wanda are reading and discussing has something to do with the mission two had last week. But your mind is not completely concentrated to whatever the report says. Your mind is in New York, thinking of your man, Bucky Barnes.

"Come on, y/n," Wanda handed you your phone, "Just call him already. I know you're worried about the fact that he and Sam is there in New York to deal with the Sharon Carter," she raised her two hands to make air-quotation-marks upon mentioning Sharon's name.

You used to have no problem with Sharon, you actually wanted her to and Steve to enjoy each other's company before. But that was before. Before that witch became a villain in your lives. All along she is the power broker and she made a fool out of you all. Not just that, she even tried to seduce Bucky because she wanted to cover up her real identity. She put a substance on Bucky's drink to drug him and make it look like something happened to them, but before she could pull off her plan, you and Sam were able to stop her, however she escaped.

"Sam and Bucky are in New York to take that woman down, so I shouldn't feel worried about it anymore," you confidently said, realizing that Bucky promised that there's only woman in his life and that's you.

The two of you started dating a year ago now, but both of you just want to keep it unlabeled for now. But you won't deny the fact that you have been wanting to take it to the next level. There were times when you would ask yourself what is your right to get jealous if there's someone trying to steal your man, he's not even yours to begin with.

"Aren't you guys getting tired of the unlabeled thingy?" Wanda asked you as he closes the folder she's holding, "I mean, no offense, okay? But you clearly like each other. You guys have been dating for a year now and don't you think it's a bit unfair on your part?"

"Unfair, why?" you questioned her. "Wanda, it is also my choice to put it this way. We don't want to rush things about us," you explained.

"Yeah, I know that you guys are confident with your relationship as exclusively dating, but it's better to put label in it. Trust me, you should do it while you still can," she reached for you hand and gave it a squeeze as she smiles at you, "Vis and I didn't have much time. So you and Bucky should make it lasts while you can."

You can sense pain in Wanda's voice. It must've really hard for her to move on and accept her and Vision's fate. If you were in her place, you don't know what will make you stay in your sanity.

Wanda has always been a good friend to you. She has always give you advices and her presence in your life makes you understand the things you were having a hard time understanding, like love itself.

"Do you want some coffee?" Wanda asked you as she stood up from her seat, "I'll probably order some food as well, I'm starving."

Just when Wanda's about to leave to order food and coffee, your phone rang.

B U C K Y calling...

"Seems like your guy cannot live in a day without hearing your voice," Wanda teased before she made her way out, leaving you alone inside the family room.

You grabbed your phone and answered the call of your unofficial boyfriend.

"Hey, I've been texting you, but you're not replying. Are you okay?" he asked as soon as you accepted his call.

"Oh, yeah," you saw the multiple messages that came from him, but you weren't able to see it because you were too preoccupied with the reports and the fact that Sharon Carter is bugging your mind, "Sorry, just got a little mixed up with the mission reports. Wanda and I have been reading it for almost 2 hours."

First of all, you did not want to tell him about your issue with Sharon Carter, although he's already aware of it and he knows already that you got jealous and really angry of her for what happened. Second, you did not want him to feel like you don't trust him.

"How's the mission?" you asked him, changing the topic.

"Well, we finally caught Sharon red-handed. She's in custody right now and the investigation about her will start first thing in the morning tomorrow," he said. Even though they've already taken Sharon down, he and Sam have to stay in New York for a few more days since they have to stay for the investigation, "You, alright?"

You hate it when he knows something's wrong with you or something's bothering your mind. He can already sense it just by the way you breath or speak.

"You know that I know you already, right? So, tell me, what's bothering you?" he questions.

The sigh you let out confirmed his hunch, you're not gonna get away with it anyway so you might as well fire with it. You've always been so honest with him anyway.

"I'm just not so comfortable with the fact that Sharon Carter witch, God, I hope Agent Peggy Carter will forgive me for telling bad words about her niece," you heard him chuckle in the other end. "But God, I can't just forget what she did to you, what she almost did to you."

"You mean when she almost raped me?" he joked.

"Look, Bucky, it's not really funny, okay?" you groaned as you hear him chuckle again on the other line.

"I get it, y/n. Okay? I get it. You have to stop worrying about it, okay? It won't happen ever again. Besides, after this mission, I won't be involved in anything about Sharon anymore. And I also want to take you out again, something that I haven't done for a while now," he reassured you.

It's true that two of you haven't gone on a date for quite some time, as both of you got busy with different things, especially in saving the world and humankind. But it's not really something that bothers you. He still makes you feel special in different ways.

"Buck," you remembered what Wanda advised you and you know you had to open it up to Bucky as soon as you could, "Can we also talk about us when you get back?" you hesitantly asked.

"What do you mean talk about us?" he sounded worried. You closed your eyes as you asked yourself if you did the right thing of opening it up to him this early, "Y/n, do you want us to stop? 'Cause if you do, you can just tell me now."

"Bucky, no," you answered immediately. God knows that's the very last thing you want to happen. You didn't want to lose him. "I just...I...I am...fuck!" you swore, you don't know how to tell him about it.

"Y/n, what's happening? Just tell me so we could do something about it."

You sighed as you prepare yourself to tell everything to him, "I know I was the one who told you and suggested that we should just do the unlabeled relationship because it's much easier that way, and it really was. We did not feel any pressure. We did not feel we have to rush or something, but I just got tired of it. I got tired of it the moment Sharon asked me a few months ago when the incident happened that what is my right to get jealous, to get mad, we're not even in a relationship. It hit me. That question fucking hit me. And here's Wanda telling me how we should make everything last while we can and I feel so guilty that we're taking our time for granted knowing that she and Vision did not get to their happy ending." You took a deep breath and closes your eyes for a second, "I didn't mean to pressure you or anything Bucky, I really don't. I just don't want to take what we have for granted."

After you let your feelings out, it took a few seconds before Bucky could finally answer you. His silence made you nervous but the moment you heard him chuckle, you felt a little relief.

"You're right, we should talk about us when I get back. I should put label to our relationship and I shouldn't make you feel that we're nothing, because you really mean the world to me, y/n. And it's about time we put this whole thing we have in the right pedestal," his words made you ease the embarassment and the awkwardness you're feeling. "Just stop thinking about Sharon, okay? I don't give a damn about her. The whole time I'm away from you all I think is how I would kiss your lips and every inch of your body."

You laughed by the fact that he's thinking of making love to you while he shove off the idea of Sharon Carter or any woman in his life, because there's only one woman in his life and that's you.

"You know I like it when I see you so possessive of me, makes me so eager to fuck you until you realized that you're the only woman I give a fuck," you could clearly hear him he was whispering.

You went out of the family room and went up to your room, giving you more privacy since the man you're talking to right now is starting to propose phone sex.

"Is it just me or you're whispering?" you innocently asked.

"Well, I'm not now. I just got inside my car so," he paused for a moment, "So prepare yourself 'cause I'll make you so wet that you'll wish I'm beside you tonight to attend to your needs."

"You wish," you teased him. "Come home first and I'll cum for you, you tease."

He chuckled, "I'm onto it, sweetheart. I'll ask Sam if I could leave early."

"And what excuse will you tell him?" you asked.

"I'll tell him that I need to make Y/N Y/L/N officially mine, officially my girlfriend. I'll also tell him that there's someone I need to help with her sexual needs," he's joking on the last part but his first sentence made your heart shiver and so excited at the same time.

"That's exciting, and tempting," you teased him back. "Why don't you start pumping your cock and imagine that I'm doing it for you? While I lay here in my bed, thinking of your vibranium fingers making me whimper and moan your fucking name?"

"You're killing me," he groaned and that gave you the sign that he's already pumping himself. "Remind me to punish you for teasing me like this when I get back."

Wanda is right. You should never waste the time you and Bucky have. You should never take anything for granted. Bucky told you that you mean the world to him, and he makes you feel that way, not just sexually, but in romantic way. He would swept you off of your feet. He would do anything for you. That is why if there's someone who'll ask you who are you in James Buchanan Barnes' life, you would just simply answer that you're the love of his life. Too proud to claim it but that's the truth.

No woman can ever make you feel threatened of her anymore, as Bucky claim you his and you claim him as yours day by day, night by night.

-v.dl

[junova]

↬ 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐭 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

abstract: the one where steve finds your love letters.

pairing: au!steve x fem!reader

word count: 3K+

warnings: cussing, fluff, angst, crying, slight self-deprecation.

[author’s note]: hey guys! i’m really new to the writing scene so kind words are appreciated! srsly just testing my writing style out and wanted to just post something to motivate me to keep writing. hope u like it. <3

also thank u ari for the inspo and that bomb ass album that saved twenty-twenty. now we just need biden to get elected.

ps. don’t forget to vote! <3

Stevie,

First and foremost, I want you to know how proud of you I am. You have become the man you’ve said you become, the one I always knew you would. You have finally seen what the rest of us see.

A good man.

The soul you carry within you shines brighter than I’ve ever seen. Just for that only, I’m thankful for the time we’ve spent together. Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to tell you this without hiding behind the comfort of this notebook. She won’t spill my secrets, fortunate for me.

Some days you have no idea how badly I want to tell you. I think it’s on the days I discover a new fleck of green in your eyes or maybe when you show up to class with a cup of coffee for me without request.

More. More. More.

More. More. More.

It’s selfish of me, that much I know. More days than not, I would say you give too much of yourself away. Always wanting to appease everyone, you, Steven Rogers, the bridge to making the people around you happier than they walked in. Even when Bucky drags you into his nonsense bullshit, you say yes without hesitation.

I’ve got not a a clue on how you continue on, how you still remain you when you tend to spread yourself so thin. Who watches out for you? Who cares for you? Who loves the almighty, selfless Rogers?

For me, it’s much easier to pretend you carry too much on your plate than to deal with the rejection I would receive from you. You’re just too good, more than I deserve. More than I would be willing to take. I know I couldn’t possibly give you what you deserve but, I hope that one day you might see me differently. You would see me more than the light I’ve painted myself in.

Even though the shade is lovely, I want to be deeper. Deeper into you on a level which only seems unattainable at this point.

A forever friend. To be in your life, just as a friend, is an reward in itself.

But someday I hope you would love me in the same way I do. It’s all a love struck girl could do. Hope for the best, bet be prepared for the downfall.

With much love, your forever friend.

Tearing the page away from the binding of the overfilled notebook, dispensing it in the first empty drawer you could find, you abandoned the feelings as soon as the pen’s ink bleed out dry.

“You know it would just be easier to tell him how you feel.” You peaked up at the sound of her voice, before realizing she was looming over you, watching your write the letter.

Your supposed, secret letter.

“Nat, please. No.” Opening the drawer, she grabbed the letter but was surprised with just how many she found.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve written about him multiple times?” You sank in the soft, plush material of your seat hoping that just maybe it would begin to swallow you whole. Hopefully, fast enough were you wouldn’t have to endure the rest of the conversation. One you had been trying to avoid, for the past three years.

“It’s nothing Nat, just forget it.” Just like a Romanov, she couldn’t leave it alone. Even if she tried it was laced in her blood to see any little thing through.

“You really shouldn’t wait so long. A window might close for you, much sooner than you think.” With a curious eyebrow lifted, you felt your breath leave you.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Steve certainly deserved the best and you knew it was only time for him to figure out you would never be enough for him.

“Peggy Carter.” Peggy.

The one girl of a sea of many who had been enamored by Steve. He never really seemed to spend anytime with the women who vied for his attention, but Peggy was surely different than the rest.

Even if Steve was oblivious when it came to the advances everyone would make on him, he saw Peggy. Considering she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, she intimidated you. God, did she ever.

On numerous occasions she and Steve had gone out, and even though he assured you they were just friends you were starting to believe he was only trying to protect your feelings. As a friend.

He had never cancelled on you once for her and he would tell you if he had started to date someone, just like he had before.

Even though the entire three years you’d known him he only had one serious girlfriend and after eight months, the pair broke up and even now he still didn’t budge on why they broke up.

“Steve can do whatever he wants with her. He’s a single man. He’s gone out with her before and he’ll probably go with her again.” Then Sam was the next to speak up, dismissing the total bullshit spouting from your mouth.

“Can’t you see he doesn’t want to? The damn man follows you around like a goddamn puppy.” Okay, when did he even come in here?

“God, fuck, no he doesn’t. He would have said something by now, he’s had three years and it’s been nothing but radio silence.” With an all knowing smirk, Sam proposed a new concept into question.

“It has been three years. So, have you ever said anything to him?”

Shit. Fuck you, Wilson.

“W-Well, not exactly.” Sam didn’t have to say anything in response. You knew he was right and you hated it.

Your unwillingness still stood for you, there was just no way he actually would reciprocate your feelings.

“Listen, I think it would be really good for the both of you to air everything out. Peggy is sinking her claws in him and it isn’t too long before they get stuck. Just talk to him.” You nodded silently, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever have the courage to.

—

Emptiness.

It’s all you seemed to feel today. Following you around was a dark cloud, looming over you. Wishing you could be anywhere but your own body. Nothing in particular happened to make you deserve the feeling you were granted with. It just so happened to be one of those days.

From the moment you got out of bed — or rather stayed in bed until four in the afternoon, you felt like anything you would have done just didn’t feel enough. The feeling was fleeting, never staying for more than a day or so, but it made the day drag on. Never ending.

Your muscles sore, body aching from the lack of activity your presumed. Or maybe you had built it in your head too.

Thankfully for you, Nat was busy helping Bucky move into his new place the entire day. She asked if you wanted to help, but mentally you didn’t feel you would be useful for anyone. Simply, telling her you would hang back, claiming you had another an essay to write.

Which you did, you weren’t completely lying, but there was more than your sour mood to blame for your dismissal of social interaction.

You hated to be that girl, the one who needed the presence of men. Specifically, the company of one very beautiful, blue eyed one.

His absence in your life the past few weeks felt heavier on you than you thought it would. You knew from Sam’s intel he had been hanging out with Peggy more and more. He said the two of them were getting close, mercifully sparing you the details.

You hated it’s you’d become. A girl so damn struck over a boy who was giving his attention elsewhere. Upset you were though. Before even if he was busy between classes and his internship at the gallery, he would still text to check up on you.

Now, it was nothing but radio silence letting you draw conclusions on your own. Very, very dangerous territory for you to travel to.

Steve and you are just friends. Get. Over. It.

You thought you’d be alone the rest of the Saturday, especially since it was nearly midnight. Figuring Nat was staying over at Bucky’s and Wanda leaving earlier in early hours of the morning to see her boyfriend for the entire weekend.

Then, an incredibly drunk Steve stumbled into your quaint apartment, the thoughtfully sweetness in him blubbering out with the alcohol flooding through his system. It was like he was on overdrive. More than ready to crash at any given moment.

You had enough when Steve started shamelessly raiding your kitchen, but you remained on the couch attempting to maintain some distance between the two of you. He had a history of being incredibly handsy whenever he had bit too much to drink.

Stumbling his way over to you, almost tripping on the rug, until he was basically cuddling up to your side. His arms latched tightly around you, pulling you into him. Not spared a choice, not that you’d want one.

The security of being wrapped up to him wasn’t something you ever grew tired of. You don’t think there would ever be a time you would ever be capable of turning him away.

“I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.” His soft tone, penetrating the tiny resistance you held towards him. “Me too. I was starting to think you disappeared on me, bubba.”

“Never.” His iron grip holding so tight like he was afraid you’d slip right through.

“Is everything alright?” Trying to pull from him, but Steve seemed unable to let you go. You whispered in his ear, caressing his back.

“I think so.”

“Here, let me grab you cup of joe and some water. Okay? I’ll be right back.” Leaving him a kiss on the cheek, before heading him into the kitchen.

If you had been around him recently, perhaps you would be more in tune with how he was feeling. Then the guilt sept in.

“Sweetheart, do you know where the phone charger is? It’s not by the recliner.” You heard him shout, trying to stop your heart from hammering into your stomach.

Just make him some coffee, sober him up, until he crashes.

Steve always seemed to be a lightweight and somehow whenever he did decide to drink he always found himself routing his way into your home. You thought it was simply for accident alone. The bar he frequented at was only a few block from you.

The past few times he would just stumble into your bedroom, immediately passing out in your soft, silky sheet. Now, he seemed to have more pressing matters at hand.

“Check the drawers, Stevie. I think there’s one you left around here somewhere.” You grabbed the filters and the grounds out, brewing the coffee. Soon, with a black cup of coffee and a water bottle in hand you took note of just how quite he was being.

He was never this silent and it was freaking you out.

“Are you sure you’re o-”

Just like that.

Fuck.

Hunched over, practically on his knees, he read over the endless letters you wrote about him. Confessions never meant to be seen by him. You lost track of how many you had written over the past few years once realized how irrevocably in love with him you are.

He didn’t realize you had found him and you were suddenly paralyzed. Unaware of your presence he continued to read through them and his expression was unrecognizable. One you’d never seen from him before, and you didn’t quite know how to react.

No. He wasn’t grimacing nor did he seem to be elated either. He just stood there just like you, afraid what would happen next.

What did this mean for the two of you? Your entire relationship was purely riding on whatever happened next.

Softly, with a gentle hand, he sifted through them all like he was looking for something specifically. Steve let them fall to the hardwood floors as your shaking hands could no longer support the weight of the dainty coffee cup he had actually sculpted himself.

The glass shattering everywhere, several pieces making their way towards him, thankfully not fiercely enough to penetrate his skin.

Truly, you had never been more sorry than when he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. Threatening to spill over. Because of you.

You didn’t have to be told, you already knew.

Carefully, Steve stood up making his way over to you around the shattered mug. Still you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Simply just watching him until he was right in front of you — more silent than you’d ever seen him before.

“Those were about me. Weren’t they?” You nodded having no reason to lie other than to protect yourself from a rejection you been hoping to spare yourself from.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this. Or at all really.” Your resolve dropping instantly when Steve took a step further gripping by your hips, pulling you closer.

“Why not?” He questioned you, again. Almost like he needed a verbal affirmation of every secret he had just read.

Unintentionally, stealing your soul served for him on a silver platter.

“I know how you’d feel about me, Steve. It’s not how I want it to be and it’s okay.” You remove yourself from him, traveling to the other side of the living room. Suddenly, the apartment seemed suffocating with him in it. “I’m fine, Steve.”

Hearing him sigh in frustration only furthered your immense feeling of being a burden to him.

You’re just one more obstacle he has to deal with.

“One of them dated back for over two years ago. Two fucking years.” His harsh tone, piercing through you like a knife.

“I know. I should have told you.” You whispered, wishing you could disappear into any abyss that would take you. Deeply wishing you just didn’t have to endure for the rest of this conversation. Wishing you could have stopped him from opening that stupid drawer. “I tell you everything, but I just couldn’t bring myself to speak about this. Look at how you’re reacting? How could you blame me when every fear I have about this is justified?”

You really should have kept those elsewhere, not your open, public living room.

“Because it’s us. I’m always here for you.” He was still crying through broken words and you didn’t know why. Almost like you had shattered his resolve and his control leaving with it.

“Not lately. You’ve been otherwise occupied.” Suddenly find the plant in the corner of the room. It certainly weren’t trying to distract yourself from the insatiable cerulean eyes.

The breathtaking british woman wasn’t even here and as soon as she was brought up — there was a wall. Seperating, you from whatever was between the two of you.

“This isn’t my fault. You never said anything. How was I supposed to know you feel that way about me?” He tried to make his way towards you but you just stalked off in the other direction. Circling around the living room like a coward.

“It didn’t matter though, did it? You found someone perfect for you regardless of how you feel.” God, you wish he would just leave so you could let the dam break.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Since the moment I met you I only had eyes for you, but you never seemed like you were interested. So, I dropped it. Okay? You never left me a crumb to think you would ever want to be more than just friends.”

“You were my best friend. You still are. No matter how I felt, it could never outweigh the need I have for you to be in my life.” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. Trying to figure out what was next for the both of you. Steve always had to initiate and this time was no different.

“Peggy told me tonight she wants to be exclusive.” His confession washing over you like a ton of bricks. Crushing you.

You really couldn’t have any ill feeling towards her, she was just doing what you lacked the courage and the tenacity to do.

“But I didn’t really know what to do.” He took quiet steps towards you, not wanting to spook you. He voice not no longer held the a warmth of teddy bear, but a man on a mission rather took over.

Steve kept quiet until he had you backed up into a corner, no escape route in vision for you.

“’Cause there’s this other beautiful woman, absolutely breathtaking — and I just I really needed to know how she felt. If I had known before,  I never would have gone anywhere else.” His hand caressing your soft, plump lips. Pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb, sending you into a frenzy.

“Then, I just wanted to forget about everything until Sam called me. Three beers deep, when he told me of a drawer filled with letters I should take a look at.” You could feel his breath on you, temple pressed against yours.

“I just need to hear you say it. Just once.” Taking it a step forward, intertwining your finger with his own.

“I love you.” It was all he needed as he sealed his own affirmation with a sweet kiss, inking your lips with all of his love.

[crystal-witchiness]

***Okay so I found this in my notes from May 2021 as a reaction to the scenes in the beginning of Endgame when Captain Marvel first brings Tony and Nebula back to Earth, when they first get off the ship, and when Tony yells at Steve a few scenes later when he looks like ‘Death Warmed Over’ in his robe and i thought I’d share -

Every time someone argues with me about my ABSOLUTE 100% belief that Steve and Tony had romantic feelings for each other, I’ll just show them this scene. “And I needed YOU.” He didn’t say “You guys” or “Your help.” Tony looked at Steve with so much pain in his eyes and said, “I needed y o u.” And Steve is just as broken watching Tony. This isn’t the first time this has happened between them. They had MANY scenes like this in Civil War (but I like to pretend that movie didn’t happen cause ‘ow blow a hole in my ship why dontcha?’) I mean technically I could submit that whole movie as evidence of their feelings but there are too many negative emotions wrapped up in it and it hurts. This movie is the first time they’ve seen each other since Civil War and when Tony first gets off the ship he basically falls into Steve’s arms. First of all, Steve fricking S P R I N T S when he sees Tony getting off the ship, then Tony sighs in relief and lets Steve take his weight. AND IMMEDIATELY begins unloading his grief about losing Peter cause he knew Steve would understand and comfort him. You can SEE s e e when Pepper runs up that (Ofc Tony does another sigh of relief that the snap didn’t take her (which I wish it did sorry Pepper your character stopped being interesting in the 2nd Iron Man)) Tony has to pull himself off of Steve and pretend to have it more together than he does because Pepper immediately begins crying and Tony has to comfort her. But Steve doesn’t leave his side. Tony cradling Pepper but he’s turning his body so that Steve can cradle him and ugh. Honestly I would have accepted a polyamorous relationship. Tony NEEDED someone to be the leader. THATS LITERALLY WHAT PEPPER WAS TALKING ABOUT. Tony NEVER rests because he always thinks he has to be the one to do everything, EXCEPT for when Steve’s around. Steve is the Captain and even though they bump heads (a lot, awww couples’ squabbles) Tony ALWAYS defers to Steve when it’s important. And Steve? Steve HAS to be a leader, to be helpful, in a healthy way because he couldn’t be that for most of his life in the past. He was a scrawny defenseless guy who always had to depend on Bucky. So to be able to take care of this group of wonderful people who are so powerful and yet STILL NEED STEVE? It’s who he his. It’s who Tony is too but he doesn’t WANT to be that way, he does it because he has to. He does it when no one else can or he doesn’t want to lose anyone else. This scene right now is Tony feeling helpless and so he lashes out at the easiest person, Steve. Steve is their leader and has saved them many times. Tony saw that picture of Peter and couldn’t handle his own feelings of helplessness so he lashed out to bring down the next ‘leader figure’ of the group. Steve and Tony have always been the parents of the Avengers. Steve is the most dad-est dad ever to dad. Meanwhile, Tony invites everyone to live with him while feeding them, clothing them (armor and civilian clothes) and making sure they have top of the line protection. HE LITERALLY EVEN SAYS THIS IN AGE OF ULTRON. SUCH a mom. So he wanted to make Steve feel his pain because Steve made a promise that they would lose together and Steve wasn’t there on that moon. And OF COURSE Tony knows that Steve was on earth fighting his own battle against Thanos but he wasn’t WITH Tony. And they are always stronger together than apart. (Civil War kinda proved this too) Tony sees Steve’s absence as the reason they lost, because ‘if only they’d been together’ ‘maybe we could have won if we’d only been together.’

ALSO DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON TONY LITERALLY GIVING STEVE A REPRESENTATION OF HIS HEART. I know he did it out of anger and to make a point but he took away this piece of him, that he made SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE FELT VULNERABLE WITHOUT THE ARC, and gave it to Steve. Once again shedding that responsibility and giving it to Steve. Because even with the residual anger over Civil War, Tony trusts Steve. He says otherwise in this moment out of anger but that “vision” he talks about here? He literally watches Steve die (YEAH THATS RIGHT I SAID STEVE. Not PEPPER, NOT RHODEY, NOT ANY OF THE OTHER AVENGERS.) Wanda showed him his worst fear in Age of Ultron and it was the death of the Avengers, but he didn’t see THEM die. Everyone else, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint were already dead. Tony watched STEVE die and it was STEVE saying that Tony could’ve saved them that spurred him into creating Ultron. He was so scared of losing them and letting Steve down (and letting him die) that he wanted to wrap the whole world in armor to protect him. And he tries to do it again in this scene. He means it to be spiteful but he gives Steve his armor and tells him to hide from Thanos. WHICH IS ANOTHER THING UGH. Tony doesn’t know that out of all of the people who fought Thanos in Wakanda that day, Steve was the one who engaged in hand-to-hand combat with him. Everyone else had armor and suits, weapons, etc. Steve has his serum strength and he u s e d it. It didn’t help for very long but he used his BARE HANDS to fight an alien-monster wielding 5/6 of ALL POWERFUL infinity stones, and ofc he was never going to win, but even Thanos looked at Steve in incredulity at his bravery and resolve. A human (a super charged one at that but still a human) fought him with his bare hands and wasn’t going to stop. (Steve proved this again at the end of Endgame when he’s the last one standing against Thanos and his entire army and just tightens the strap on his broken shield, (and most likely broken arm, based on the flinch/hiss) and readies himself to fight alone. Steve also gave Wanda time to destroy the mind stone (unfortunately, that didn’t mean anything in the end)

AND YET Tony doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t know how hard Steve fought, just like Tony did on Titan, to stop Thanos. And I REALLY wish we had seen Tony’s reaction to Steve standing up to Thanos at the end of Endgame OR EVEN WIELDING MJOLNIR, but anyways.

Back to the basics. Boss level stuff most people don’t remember or think about- Tony’s dad very unhealthily IDOLIZED Steve. He canonically compared everything Tony did to Steve. So Tony grew up idolizing this man that he also despised because it fueled his father’s abuse of him. Tony shows this anger in the first Avengers. When they have their argument on the quinjet. “Everything special about you came out of a bottle.” He even says something about how Steve didn’t live up to his father’s hype (I don’t remember Tony’s exact words but that’s the gist) And ofc Steve says Tony’s nothing without his armor. But then they go on the prove each other wrong multiple times, but mainly in their last moments in the MCU. Steve proves it by standing alone against an ENTIRE alien army and later by picking up mjolnir. And Tony? Tony is that ONE factor in a million that Stephen sees. Tony, a beautifully pure human-being, with no powers or serums to help, takes on the powers of the stones. KNOWING it would kill him. He had proof. It nearly killed Thanos and Bruce and they were hulking (pun intended) beings with super strength and all that.

Tony and Steve were always set up to be spoils to one another and that makes them perfect together. They balance each other out. Pepper was a boss b****, no doubt, and I loved their relationship in the first two Iron Man movies, but as their characters grew and Tony’s personality was intrinsically changed through trauma- Pepper was no longer right for him. She was good for him, no doubt, but Tony couldn’t relax with her as he did with Steve. Tony could trust Steve to take over and everything could be fine. Pepper was like that for Stark Industries but not in other ways. Tony always saw himself as Pepper’s protector. I will 100% give her props for telling Tony that he’d never rest until he tried Scott’s time travel theory, but other than that she wasn’t particularly supportive of Iron. Man. What Pepper never seemed to understand, and what Steve didn’t understand when he FIRST met Tony, is that Tony and Iron Man are synonymous. Their is no ‘man outside the suit.’ Tony Stark is Iron Man and Iron Man is Tony Stark. Steve was placed into an already created persona of Captain America. Steve didn’t create Captain America even though that’s who he was. He was literally MADE for the role. Tony on the other hand, MADE Iron Man. He was the one who built the first suit - dying in a cave in Afghanistan. He was the one who took responsibility for Obadiah and his father’s actions and became a superhero to save the countries that were affected by Stark tech. Steve may have volunteered to be a superhero because he felt like he had no one other choice but Tony DIDN’T HAVE TO. He had fame, money, power, ALL OF IT. He could’ve EASILY hidden his company’s dark underside once he found out. But instead, Tony was like “Hey um so my company has done some bad things and instead of delegating aid through my money and power, I’m going to personally handle this with a titanium alloy suit and technology that I helped create in a cave while being held captive by a terrorist cell.”

Where was I going with this? OH YEAH.

I will believe in TonyxSteve (Stony) for the rest of my life and I will use fanfiction to fill the void of their deaths. Basically, if I lost anyone in the word vomit above, what I’m trying to say is that- Steve and Tony completed each other. They provided something the other needed. Tony needed stability and protection. He needed to feel like he could let go. Steve needed an anchor in the present. Someone lively and opinionated, SOMEONE ADVENTUROUS AND FUNNY, who Steve could smile with and protect. But also. Steve trusted Tony to be a leader as much as Tony trusted him. They had their ups and downs. Trauma and the Accords didn’t help their relationship at all, but should’ve been it for each other. And I honestly believe they would have t h r i v e d.

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Honestly I applaud anyone who made it this far. I don’t know where this all came from but I will not apologize✌🏻

I rest my case your honor.

[adorkwithaplan]

Turn Ons and Movie Marathons

Request: “hey! can i request a darcy x reader where their having a movie marathon date night. and like their watching a horror movie and darcy gets scared, and like r protects her or something. and maybe things get kinda “hot and heavy” so to speak (obviously no smut cause u said ur not cool with that). oh and preferably a fem reader? thanks so much!!!”

Pairing: Darcy Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Darcy are watching a movie and things get a little heated

This fic includes: Fluff, bit steamy things, implied smut, and uh the steamy things are pretty vanilla cuz i’m still getting used to it

Hey anon thanks for being my first request and everyone else i am still working on your requests as we speak! (Baker is the dog from a deleted Thor scene btw)✌︎︎

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It was around 8 when you and Darcy started the ‘Movie Marathon Spectacular” as you like to call it. Darcy and you had been planning this date since last week, no interruptions just, you, her, and Baker.

By 2:30 you’d watched a few movies A rom-com, comedy, and Four Christmases,

“Yeah it’s like the beginning of March but it’s that good of a movie, my love” you had said to your girlfriend as you sat back down, a fresh bowl of popcorn in your hands along with Twizzlers and snickers to share. “Thaannk yoouu” She smiled, a fistful already in her mouth, “Ok so what’s next on the list?” Darcy asked, grabbing the movie list you’d made together. Skimming the list for the last movie you crossed off the doctor saw that you had entered horror movie territory.

“Ah yes, starting the horror movies at 3 am, how much more clique could we get?” You giggled, placing your chin on her shoulder ”so what do you wanna start off with?” as you were placing a kiss on her neck

you remembered every movie you put on the list but you just want the excuse to wrap your arms around Darcy so you slipped them around her and grabbed the list out of her hands, “Hey! You could easily read it while I was holding it.” the doctor pouted crossing her arms. You took the opportunity to pull her onto your lap “Oh shush.” you responded placing another kiss on her shoulder

“Ok well I'm down to watch whatever,” she said leaning into you. You had started drawing little shapes on her thighs, moving your hands up and down

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You’d picked some random movie from the list and about 20 minutes in Darcy had moved from your lap to snuggling up with you on your side. She was all for a good horror movie but no matter how many times Darcy saw a movie the jumpscares always got her somehow. You placed a hand on her thigh as you vaguely remember that someone was about to die, a few thoughts running through your mind as to how you could get to the scenario you wanted

“Darc’ what if we kissed during the scary parts?” you teased moving closer to whisper in her ear

“y/n this is a horror movie, literally every other scene is a scary part so it would just be us- ohhhhh” the realization hitting your girlfriends face was something that made your heart flutter. Staring at each other your eyes flickered from her blue eyes to her red-stained lips, (boy did you wanna kiss those lips). Still yet to make any big moves just taking in the sight of each other, it had been a long week for both of you, Darcy with S.W.O.R.D and Wanda, you with helping your sister move, It was nice to have these intimate moments together after long weeks like that.

You were both back to starting at each other. It was something you two did often, taking in the sight of the woman in front of you. Her hair was in a messy bun and her blue S.W.O.R.D shirt was starting to scrunch up, showing her stomach. You moved your hands to touch the showing skin of her back, the sudden movement causing the doctor to shiver.

‘There we go’ you thought to yourself, a smirk appearing on your lips, you glided your hands up and down her sides and back, while u did that she cupped your face and the kisses started again. Not just a kiss on the lips, there were kisses peppered all over. From your chin to her neck and it was wonderful.

You’d moved on to your bedroom a bit after that.

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Hours later and you'd make your way to the rooftop of your shared home. It was still a bit cold so you were both in sweatpants and matching sweaters you’d gotten as a gift that year.

It was silent. A sweet and comfortable silence that you were ok with staying in but you always loved the sound of your girlfriends voice. Placing a hand on Darcy’s thigh you spoke, “Doctor Lewis, you sure do know how to make a girl feel nice that’s for sure.”

Darcy chuckled and took the hand you’d placed on her thigh and held it in her own, the doctor spoke,“Well Ms. l/n, I sure do take pride in the fact I could make you feel such things.”

Kissing your knuckles and leaning on your shoulder the two of you looked at the stars and found as many constellations you could see until the sun rose and you’d start your day again.

Maybe even finish that movie.

[flowerbunny20]

Part 2 - 5 stages of Grief

Continuation from Part 1. Click the link below to read it!

WARNING: -Swearing, a little balance, payback. Genre: - moving on, angst, breakup

Summary: You went back to your apartment. Hoping to not run into Bucky, but instead, you were haunted with memories of you and him. You found a new item in the apartment that wasn’t yours nor his. You are getting over Bucky, but he was pleading for your forgiveness. There wasn't a funeral, but your feelings for Bucky are dead.

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You didn't know where to go. You are not stepping you're foot into your apartment, especially not the apartment. It used to be a place you called home. Now, you’re not so sure if you can enter a house that was filled to the brim with the lingering memories of you and him. You’re sitting on a park bench, unaware of the hours that flew by so quickly. Everything feels fuzzy, the background noises all tone down to a blur.

You feel so blank and lost. Like nothing makes sense. No place to call home anymore. No arms to hold you close.

You hear thunder. You feel the rain on your skin, and you can’t even tell the raindrops apart from your tears. “Life’s a tornado,” you laugh to yourself bitterly. “And I am the cow spun around for entertainment value.” You feel the pocket of your jeans vibrate; it’s coming from your phone. You had put on silent earlier in any case Bucky calls and his stupid ringtone would always make you feel alert.

Luckily, it was not your cheating ex. You answered the call.

“Hello?” The other end said the sound of heavy rain and thunder was loud, but you can still hear them.

“I..” you feel yourself unable to talk. Words feel heavy on your throat.

“y/n? Is that you? Where are you?” you hear Wanda’s familiar concerned voice. “You’ve been so quiet, I got worried”.

The only thing you did was sniffle and she knew exactly what happened.

“Okay, honey, I’m going to get you, just tell me where you are.” She sounds frantic and you hear her keys jingling in the background.

“The park,” you said.

“The park? Which park?” Wanda questioned, and you imagine the furrowed brows on her confused face. It was a nice distraction from the numbness. You hear Nat’s voice chime in the other end“ I know which park.”

You stayed silent. “We will see you there. Just stay safe, okay?” Wanda said with ease. Wanda didn’t end the call in her haste, so you could still hear the two of them bicker. “Grab the umbrella, it’s a storm outside” Wanda urged. “Knowing y/n, she probably sat there for hours. It’s better to bring a towel too. Let’s motor.” Nat replied.

Pathetic was the word that you would describe yourself now. How did you not see this coming? You knew something was up but you didn't expect that to happen especially in front of you, out in the open, where everyone saw you were humiliated.

The scene flashed before your eyes when you saw Bree being overly friendly with your now ex-boyfriend. You feel a sharp pain in your chest as your fingers curled into a fist. You put your legs up on the bench as you slowly lower your head to your knees. You feel your thoughts spiralling again. If someone were to open a dictionary and look up the word ‘overthinking’, there’d be a picture of you instead.

At times like this, when you get swarmed in your own darkness, Bucky would pull you in his arms, holding you close, whispering “It’s going to be okay, just relax, alright Doll?... I’m here… I’m not -”

But not anymore. Bucky made sure of that. You feel alone, the cold has settled in, it creeps into your skin, everything feels fogged up and-

Your train of thought stops when you hear someone calling out to you.

“Y/N! Y/N !” The muffled voice became clear, as you looked up and saw Wanda’s concerned face. She had cupped your face into the palm of her hands, trying to get you to snap out of it. As she sees your vision settled into her form, she smiles in relief. “Hey…”

You look up at her, with tears welling up. She immediately hugged you, Nat was there as well holding the umbrella over everyone. Nat wrapped a thick wool towel over your shivering body.

“Let’s go home okay?” Nat’s voice was soft. It feels pleasant. She has always shown tough love, but this time she was gentle, feeling every ounce of your pain. “Barnes is going to find himself frozen again the next time he wakes up,” she muttered under her breath.

They brought you back home and got you in warm clothes, wrapping you with blankets to go with the hot chocolate they made for you. They stayed with you, holding you in their arms, comforting you as much as you needed it.

You woke up the next day realising both of your besties are out already. But they prepared your favourite; waffles and chicken nuggets for breakfast with coffee to help you wake up. You haven’t had real food since yesterday. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee and waffles made you realise how hungry you actually are. You took a seat on the table and reached out for a nugget.

Today feels like it’s going to be a long day.

DENIAL

You let whatever happened yesterday sink in. You finally switched your phone on to see if you had any missions today but instead you were greeted with a bunch of missed calls from Bucky. You couldn’t help but clench your teeth, sucking in your breath lest the tears start falling again.

“No new mission yet,” you said and paused. “I’m guessing everyone knew” Without realising your fingers directed you to the old messages Bucky sent you. Rereading everything you guys had said, from when you started talking.

Searching and scanning for answers, every line, for some kind of sign when you were mine.

Your tears started to emerge as you can see how slowly he was disappearing. His “I love you’s” turned to “love u” and even those were only present on good days.

Every emoji he always used after every sentence wasn’t there anymore. Like how he would use the waffle emoji right at the end of “made you waffles!”. And each time you type goodnight whenever he is out on a mission, he would send you back a picture of him holding a polaroid photo of you in his arms before he closed his eyes. “I’m always with you, Doll. Goodnight. I love you (heart emoji, kissy emoji)” was the sentence that would come along.

After composing yourself you texted in BAD BISHES, a group with you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m going to the apartment to get my stuff, is it okay if I crash here until I find a new place?”

“Sure Honey” Wanda replied

“You want us to follow you?” Nat said

“No, it’s fine, I can go myself” you replied

“You sure, Hun?” Wanda ask

“Yeah, I can take care of myself.”

“If anything happens, call us okay? I’ll gladly beat the shit out of Barnes” Nat replied. She rarely uses emojis, but this time she sent the smiling devil emoji. You can see she was trying to come out of her comfort zone just to cheer you up. That thought made you smile a little.

“I will” you chuckled at her response, you closed your phone and went back to your apartment.

You stood in front of the door, hesitant to open it. You really don't want to run into Bucky. “Fuck it,” you said underneath your breath. You open the door to find the whole apartment just the way you left it, but a few empty bottles of beer on the table. His shoes were not there, you sighed as you stood in the hallway.

You find yourself seeing the memories that you had with Bucky flashing before your eyes. An old crack on the wall that was left by Bucky when you guys first moved in together as a couple. The stupid ring mark on the table when you guys had iced coffee and he forgot to put the coaster on the bottom. You guys had a playful fight over that. You smile bitterly.

Finally, the bedroom, the place you had lain with Bucky’s arms around you. You went to the closet and started packing the rest of your things. More memories of you and him flooded in, it wasn’t your fault, you’re sentimental. But what kind of new memories is he creating with her.

Every piece of clothing, everything that you had was marked with memories of him.

The influence he had on your life was great. You remember the clothes he’s given to you as presents. The decisions you’d make before buying a new outfit. “Would he like this”, “Would he think I look cute in it?”, “Would this match with his shirt?”

How a fool you were.

When you saw his clothes, you also smelled the scent of very strong perfume. Clearly, it wasn’t yours. You cleaned out your items and went to the toilet to grab your toiletries. You weren’t about to let that woman use your expensive shampoo and the face cream Shuri gifted you from Wakanda.

You paused and saw a new toothbrush by the sink. A stupid red toothbrush next to yours which was pink and his that was black.

She was here.

Your eyes widened. She was here at OUR PLACE?

ANGER

You felt your body boil and every inch of you started to burn. You then heard the apartment door closed, signalling that it was time for you to leave. Furious from betrayal, you took that stupid red toothbrush and flushed it. Who cares if the toilet is clogged? That’s Bucky’s problem now. Not yours.

Bucky heard the toilet flushed and called out.

“Y/n? Is that you? ” he asked right when you exited the bedroom with your stuff in hand.

Your hand clenched into a fist; anger was written all over your face. He was lucky your hands were full at the current moment. He had escaped a beatdown of his lifetime.

“Doll, listen” Bucky pleaded. “She was just a friend. I promise”

You chuckled bitterly. “You expect me to believe that James?”

“James? Doll, you always call me Bucky.”

You sneered, “You're not Bucky to me anymore. You’re just James, James Barnes”

James stood there, brows furrowed in confusion, you continued “ The Bucky that I knew, would never hurt me like this.” Once those words left your mouth you felt a lump in your throat, you can see his blue eyes darken as if you had managed to strike a chord. HAH! If only he knew how much he hurt you.

Oh, how he had offered you a safe haven and cruelly shattered it.

You decide that you don’t want to bother sparing him the details. It’s not worth it. You held the few items you managed to grab in your bag and walked past him, trying to leave while doing your best to not break character. Before reaching the door, you felt cold metal on your arm. James was trying to pull you back.

“Y/n….” he said looking desperate. “Please… I’m sorry…”

“You know what Nat said when I started liking you? ‘Be careful with this one. I should’ve listened” you said swallowing the lump in your throat.

But you and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenceless, you build palaces over paragraphs, you build cathedrals.

“But…” you begin, choked. Everything feels so heavy and hard but this thing inside you is just begging to crawl out. “When you called me your ‘Doll’,” you almost spat at the word now. “I really thought I meant the world to you just as how much you were to me.”

James stood there, silent.

You can’t even look this man you loved in the eyes now. But you thought to yourself that you must be brave. Your heart starts to race not losing eye contact with James. You pushed his hands off you simultaneously, pushing him away as well. You see James’ furrowed brows as he realises how he has hurt you.

“I thought you would at least be considerate of me. Why did you bring her here? Why replace my spot on the bed with her?” You didn’t intend the last part to sounded so malice, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Doll…” he pathetically called out. “You don’t understand she-”

“If she was such a friend, why was her toothbrush here?” you said coldly.

His eyes widened, only to confirm that he had had her over.

“How long…” you said hesitantly “How long has she been here?”

Once again, he kept to himself. The room was silent and tense.

BARGAINING

“If you were to walk in my shoes, would you forgive me?” you said.

“YES!” he exclaimed. “Yes Doll, I’ll always forgive you” he pleaded.

“What if the person I cheated on you with, was someone I told you not to worry about a long time ago.” you raised your eyebrows waiting to see his reaction. “You know the person I’m talking about. We went way back, what was it? High School?”

You knew he had bad blood with this person, but James also knew he was your best friend first before you two were together. You had always had a connection with this person, you both were smart, he was a narcissist, but you can understand him even before he finishes his sentence.

“Ah.. I remember… What was the quote he used to say to present himself without the suit?” you look James in his eyes “A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” you smirked, you’re delighted to see James’ hand curling up into a fist.

“Exactly…” you said, staring into his eyes. “You would find it hard to forgive me, wouldn’t you?”

He took a while to respond. “I will still forgive you,” he said sternly.

“So what? Are you going to be okay with the fact that I fucked him behind your back?” you said as you took a step to him “Would you be okay that I disrespected your trust and made a fool out of you?”

He shook his head. “No... no.. stop it”

“Laughing behind your back with Stark as we get hot and heavy-” you were cut off by James placing his vibranium arm on your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry! Okay! I was wrong!” he shouted looking at you. You can see him desperately seeking forgiveness.

You could not see anything, other than betrayal spread all over his face.

“I would have forgiven you; you know that…” you graze his face with your fingers. He felt the warmth of your finger tingling his skin, his blue eyes searching for a sign of whether you were going to forgive him.

“But you… you flaunt her around like a prize you just won.” you said, “everyone knew what was going on, how easily you were cheating on me out in the open.” you laughed bitterly.

“How could you?... I loved you…” you said, feeling your tears emerging. “I’m erasing myself from the narratives. Let everyone wonder how y/n reacted when you broke her heart.”

I’m burning the memories, burning the letters.

“You’re distrustful, Barnes” You give him a soft gaze as you placed a hand on his vibranium arm. He looks hopeful, for once. “Why did I ever fall for this stupid pretty face of yours” you scoff.

You forfeit all rights to my heart; you forfeit a place in our bed. You sleep wherever instead, with only the memories of when you were mine.

You swiftly pressed a few buttons on the vibranium arm, smirking when you hear a few clicking sounds, and catching it before it falls on the floor. “I’m walking away from your life. I took all my stuff so you don’t have to remember me anymore. Even this” you wave the metal arm about. “Especially this”.

James looks at you in disbelief.

I hope that you burn.

There were tears on your face, but you didn’t care. Let James Buchanan Barnes see you for the last time like this. How much he has hurt you. “Have fun unclogging the toilet, that’s your problem now. Not mine. Maybe Bree can help.” You spat venomously.

You really feel like laughing amidst these tears now.

You left James dumbfounded on his doorsteps as you slam the door shut loudly in his face.

DEPRESSION

Walking back home you felt more tears streaming down your cheeks. Pain, anger, loneliness, helplessness, everything you felt swarming around you. You wish you could wake up from this reality, but you can’t because it was all real.

The vibranium arm you're holding, you could have lied if you said you haven't tried to hold the hand. Usually, at this point, he would draw a little circle with his fingers around your hand. You got back to Wanda’s apartment and sat there staring at the vibranium arm.

You stared at it. “It’s really over. Huh?”

You heard the door open, Wanda and Nat were back, they walked into the living room and paused. You put it away immediately when they got home.

“Hey hun, where’s your stuff? I thought you went back to go get it.” Wanda asks

You sighed “I already put some away. I gave away some on the way back. They weren’t worth keeping.”

“Was that bitch there?” Nat sounded like she was ready to pounce.

“No… But her toothbrush was” you pouted. “And the apartment just stank of her perfume.”

“It’s okay honey. You’ll get through it” Wanda held you in her arms. The warmth felt nice to the coldness you felt these couple of days.

“I don’t know about you girls… but since I gave some of my stuff away, I could do for some retail therapy.” you are not one to dwell in your feelings. So you know when it’s time to get moving.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, let’s motor” Nat smirked, jingling her keys.

ACCEPTANCE

You’re now at a new café Natasha suggested. You would have wanted to go to your favourite one, but there was a risk of running into Barnes again. It was after all, near your old apartment.

“Well, I did flush her toothbrush down the toilet. Quite sure it's clogged and the toilet is all gross now.” You grinned mischievously.

“WOW!” Nat exclaimed. “And so he has to deal with it with only one arm since you took the vibranium one?”

“Mmhmm,” you said with a smile.

“You’re evil…” Nat grinned. “I like that.”

“What are you going to do with that arm?” Wanda asked. You mulled it over for a while, fiddling with the red velvet cake on your plate, tracing patterns on the cream cheese frosting. This café wasn’t so bad if Nat likes it.

“I’m pretty sure the arm could find me the new things that I need.” You manage to say through a mouthful of cake.

“And how are you going to do that?” Wanda asked, giggling. She tries stealing some of the cake on your plate. Sneaky Sokovian, this one. She is Pietro’s sister, after all.

“Wanda darling, I made the arm! I’m pretty sure I can dismantle it and do something with it” you laugh as you sip your iced caramel macchiato. “Enough about James, so how about we go out and have some drinks tonight?”

“It’s James now, huh” Nat raised a delicate brow. “You’re moving fast, girl.”

“I have to.” You shrug.

After leaving the café, the three of you went shopping, trying on different clothes and experimenting with new styles you never thought of. You’re no longer Bucky’s ‘doll’. You are your own person and learning new things would be fun.

Later that night, it was Wanda’s turn to pick a place. Instead of the usual club, she chose a lounge bar. Wanda has always been quite the introvert, this place suited her. It felt classy, it felt secluded and new. Even the drinks were good. You even ordered nachos to share.

You would be lying if you said the thought of him didn’t cross your mind during the shopping trip and this lounge. But you have to forget. You didn’t walk out of his life, he subtly told you to do so.

It broke your heart, but you have to get up and pick up the pieces yourself. You just need a few months.

-To Be Continued- Hope you guys like it! More coming soon! Thank you for reading✨✨✨

Editing Credit goes to @hoejiicha she helped brought this writing to life.

[roguerogerss]

Hi babe! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am! Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader has secret telekinesis abilities (or whatever Wanda can do lmao) and is forced to use them on a mission. Bucky is just in shock bc his secret crush is a even more of a badass, so when he compliments her powers, she gets flustered and disagrees bc they’re dangerous, so Bucky helps her see the beauty in them? Tysm ❤️❤️

His Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

W/C: 3.9k (eek sorry!)

Warnings: Language (??), that's literally it.

(A/N: This one got away from me a little and I wrote wayyy more than anticipated. I hope u like it though? Idk. I had so much fun with this request, thank u sm bb! Praying that someone reads this, even though it's a whole ass novel.)

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"Bucky, where are you? We have a minute and eight seconds until this place blows."

Y/N was worried, and, upon hearing her frantic voice in his intercoms, Bucky was too. He was aware that he didn't have long until the bomb detonated, but unaware of just how short that amount of time was. He was caught up in a fight, one that was frustrating in the way that he couldn't shake this guy. "Yeah, be there in five?"

He was being sarcastic, he must've been being sarcastic, Y/N shook her head and pressed her fingers to her temples, agitated. "Five what? Five seconds? Minutes? Bucky, I have to ask, are you insane?"

She seemed angry - no, she was most definitely angry - and Bucky silently cursed himself and allowed the Hydra agent to get a hit in, he thought he probably deserved it. "Look, I'll get out. Is there anything you guys can do to buy me some more time?"

Tony had chimed in by this point, telling Bucky that he was 'fucking crazy', ranting and raving to the heavens above about how the entire motive had been messed up and they might as well have stayed home. Y/N knew that she could help him, but that would mean using them - she didn't like to call them by the name that most would use - and she wasn't sure if it was really worth the risk. Bucky would get out, right? He'd work something out.

But time was ticking on, fifty-nine seconds now, and she was unsure of just how right that assumption was. She wasn't even entirely sure that she still had her powers, since she'd avoided using them or telling anyone that they existed since she'd escaped from the grasp of Hydra. Even as she doubted her abilities, she found herself rising from her seat behind the control panels of the Quinjet, next to Steve, and sprinting to the exit to the aircraft.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Steve asked, getting up and following her. The rest of the team were staring now, Natasha and Tony also standing from their places and looking expectantly in Y/N's direction.

"I have something that'll help. Something that you guys don't know about." She said sheepishly, slamming her palm down on the button that opened the exit hatch. "Don't worry, I've got this."

Even though she was promising her friends that everything would be okay, they seemingly didn't believe her, as all five of the other Avengers on the ship - Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam and Thor - followed her out onto the streets of Bucharest, where the public was in awe at the huge, futuristic ship that was sat in the middle of a narrow, cobbled street. Natasha had told them to go home, she'd made the best effort she could to make sure that everyone was safe. However, no one had listened, and so she desperately ushered them away from the place that she knew would soon be rubble, while Y/N ran in search for Bucky.

They had what they'd came for, but that didn't mean that there were no Hydra agents willing to get into altercations with the team. Thor and Steve were frantically fighting off a pack of them, while Tony and Sam helped Y/N, hopefully getting a better view of the streets and where Bucky might be. "Hey, Y/N, I got him. Turn right, next street over. You'll see him." Sam spoke into the intercoms. Y/N thanked him, hurrying off in search of the super-soldier to whom she'd taken more than a liking to over the few months that he'd been fighting with them.

"Buck, I'm on my way, you better be ready to get the fuck out of here." Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he wondered why Y/N, of all people, was the one who was coming to save him. He had to admit, he was more embarrassed than anything else, needing the help of the one girl who he'd felt anything for in seventy years. But he tried to brush it off, mostly because he had to focus on not letting a Hydra agent rip his arm off, and answered her.

"What are you gonna do? If I can't fight him off, no offence, but what makes you think you'll be able to?" Bucky sounded breathless, and she could hear the obvious sounds of strain and struggle as he continued to tussle with the agent. Y/N took a deep breath and turned the corner, close enough to hear the ominous beeping of the explosive device that a Hydra agent had planted there in hopes of causing harm to one of the Avengers.

"You know what, maybe don't question it. I have my own doubts, but it certainly doesn't help that you have them too."

The agent, who was currently deep in a brawl with Bucky, noticed Y/N, but all that she was able to think about was the amount of time that was left on the clock. She asked FRIDAY, and a rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through her when she realised that they weren't going to get out in time.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

Y/N drew her gun and shot the Hydra agent, not missing as usual, and Bucky snorted. "Couldn't have done that earlier?"

Four, three, two,

She knew that this was it. It was either expose the world to her powers, probably be deemed as a weapon and certainly become even more wanted by Hydra, or die, and let her friends die too. She took a deep breath and felt the horribly familiar surge of - what was it, electricity? She wasn't actually sure - coursing through her body, and watched as Bucky ogled at the purple wisps of magic that extended from her hands and the way that her irises seemed to ignite.

One.

Bucky ducked and shielded his face, but looked up again when he didn't hear, nor feel anything that would signal an explosion had happened. Y/N had it under control, holding the bomb together with just her fingertips. She'd thought that it wouldn't happen, that her abilities would've simply subsided into nothingness due to being unused for so long, but she was wrong. She'd done it, and there was no going back now.

And then? The small explosion turned huge, and lurched forwards, setting a civilian apartment building completely alight. Y/N stood, watching, mouth wide open and quite unable to understand the circumstances of what the hell just happened. Bucky was at her side, a hand on her shoulder as he, too, watched the destruction take place. The rest of the team had rushed straight there, each one of them with hands over agape mouths while Steve called for Fire and Rescue and Tony wondered aloud, 'What the fuck is going on?'

Y/N found herself on her knees. She could see and hear Bucky in front of her, worry in his eyes as a few tears dripped from her chin onto her chest, but she didn't have it in her to decipher what his words meant, they all just sounded muffled and like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand.

She didn't know what she'd done, how bad it was, but she could hear the screams of the residents of the building, she could feel them vibrating through her body and ringing in her ears, and that was enough to convince her that her enhancements truly were the worst thing about her, that she really was the weapon that Hydra had deliberately mutated her to be.

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It had been hours. How many, Y/N was unsure, but a considerable amount of time had passed since they'd gotten home. The flight back from Bucharest had consisted of Y/N locking herself in a cabin, and the rest of the people on the Quinjet taking it in turns to try to speak to her, to try to understand.

No one, apart from Bucky, (who only had a vague idea), knew what had happened. There wasn't a single person on the jet who could fully understand it, Y/N included.

She was now sat on a sofa in the lounge, chewing off parts of her nails while everyone murmured and tiptoed around her. Tony was speaking quickly on the phone and glancing at her every couple of seconds, Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the room.

Y/N wondered for a minute what would happen. Would she be arrested? Would something like the accords happen again? Was she about to become the cause of another civil war? Would Tony disown her? Send her back to Hydra? She didn't know. She didn't think she wanted to know.

Wanda and Natasha had come to comfort Y/N at first, sat with her and braided her hair like they did often, and it was nice to think that Wanda knew exactly what she was going through.

However, she'd told them that she wanted to be alone, and they'd dispersed and were sitting quietly in two separate armchairs, watching a movie with Sam. The truth was, she didn't really want to be alone. She wanted Bucky. She didn't quite know why, but she'd always felt calm around him, which was one of the reasons why she'd taken such a shine to him, and she made it very clear to herself that she was at least a little bit in love with Bucky, in a way that was less platonic and more romantic.

She couldn't lie and say that she was happy with the way that he'd handled things, though. As soon as the jet landed, he mumbled something about taking a shower and hurried off to his room, like he couldn't stand to be around her for any longer, like he was afraid of her.

And, honestly? She wouldn't be surprised if he was.

The truth, of course, wasn't that Bucky didn't want to see her, it wasn't that he was afraid of her, it was that she was evidently upset. It was tearing him apart to have to see her like that. He felt like he was obligated to be alone to think about what had happened, because he knew that - realistically - it was his fault that she'd had to use her powers. He'd been caught up in a fight, the bomb that had been planted was seconds away from detonating, she had to do something. Of course, he had no idea that something was going to be exposing hidden telekinetic abilities to the world, but close enough, right?

"I just got off the phone with a higher up." Tony stood in the middle of the lounge, everyone looking at him as he began his speech. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just, maybe don't turn on the news for a couple days, Y/N doesn't need to see that."

"Don't act like I'm a kid, please." Y/N spoke up, making it clear that she was annoyed by the fact that everyone was seemingly ignoring that it was her who had done this. "I did this, Tony. I want to know how much damage I caused."

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, shaking his head at her. "No, this is not the time to get all Steve-y on me, okay? You don't need to see it, you don't need to know, so you're not going to. Is that clear to you?"

"Mistakes happen, Y/N. It's not your fault." Steve said from where he was standing, next to the breakfast bar. "What matters is that you tell us what actually happened at some point."

"So, what I'm going to take from that, is that it's bad." She turned from Steve, back to Tony. "I'm not weak, I can deal with what I did, Tony."

Tony snapped, the stress of the situation and the argument from his daughter-figure becoming too much for him to handle, "Goddamn it, Y/N, you really wanna know what you did? Let's see, first of all, you used whatever powers you have, something that you clearly knew about but warned no one of. Second of all, you essentially bombed an apartment building in a poor part of Romania, you literally took from the poor. And now what? Fifty-five people are dead, kids have been left without parents, and that's on my back. Plus, you're being publicly deemed as a weapon until they figure out what's really going on there. So, do tell us, what is really going on there?"

"Tony. Stop." Wanda said, but Y/N was already halfway out of the room, with Tony realising that he probably shouldn't have said what he did and following after her.

"Y/N, hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Tony called, but she wasn't listening. She got in the elevator and left Tony alone in the hallway without a word, tears threatening to spill from her eyes the whole time.

And then, finally, they did. When the doors of the elevator closed, when she could no longer hear Tony's voice, when she was alone, oh they did. She found herself on the floor, face cradled in her hands - the same hands that killed fifty-five people just hours before - and there were tears falling from her eyes, past her chin, soaking her black catsuit.

She felt empty, like her body was a shell and she was simply there, watching herself fall apart. It was a kind of guilt, one that ate at her from the inside and seared through every nerve, every part of her, until she could think of doing nothing but curling up and ceasing to exist. She wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run. Anything that would distract her from how she felt. She wanted to sleep for a week, maybe two, forget about everything and ignore her responsibilities until it hurt less. Most importantly, however, she wanted Bucky. She wanted now more than ever to be his girl. For him to lay with her and tangle his fingers in her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear until the bad things in the world simply melted away.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, but Y/N didn't get up, not until FRIDAY asked if she wanted to go to another floor. When she did, however, she found herself taking the wrong turn, to the left instead of to the right, and walking away from her room instead of towards it. Without thinking, she'd already opened the door to Bucky's room, where he was reclined lazily on his bed, a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else, focused on the ceiling.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she gave him a tiny little smile, but sighed when he noticed the remnants of her somewhat breakdown on her face. Bucky held his arms open, "Hey, c'mere."

She stepped into his embrace, tears finding their way onto her face again, and let him caress her back and play with her hair until the crying stopped. When Bucky held her, everything felt different, like she could put things into perspective and understand that maybe it wasn't all her fault. "Look, I know you think that this is the end of the world. I know it's scary, but Wanda learned how to use her powers for good. You can do the same." Bucky's attempt at comforting Y/N wasn't exactly superlative, but she knew that he was trying.

"I'm a weapon, Buck." She pulled away from him and sat on the end of the bed, wanting to cry and clawing at the sleeves of her suit in an essay to calm herself down. "That's how Tony worded it, anyway. I shouldn't have used them."

Bucky knew that his next question was stupid, that he probably shouldn't have asked it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was speaking before properly thinking over the consequences. "How did you get them?" He reached out for her hand and she let him hold it, getting a rush of exhilaration from the affectionate gesture.

Bucky wasn't usually one for showing how he felt, much less for saying it out loud or doing anything to communicate his feelings, and he wasn't quite sure why he had had a sudden change of heart and almost wanted her to know that he liked her, that, really, he would do anything for her. She didn't meet his eye as she began her explanation. "Well, before Tony found me, I worked for Hydra. Actually, less worked for them and more became their personal lab rat. They did a lot of experiments on me, tortured me, really, made me more destructive than any enemy organisation would know how to handle. And then, I escaped. And here I am, talking to you."

She gave him a sad little smile, one that he would swear had broken him. "I'm sorry." It was a lame excuse for comfort, really it was, but he racked his brain once, twice, and couldn't for the life of him find the right words to say.

"Don't be." Y/N shifted in her place, gaze on her hands which were clasped in her lap. It was quiet and Bucky wished that he knew what to say to her, that he could think of something that would make her feel less alone or soothe her in some way. A minute went by, two minutes, three minutes. The silence might've been comfortable between the pair, but it was certainly uncomfortable between Y/N and her own thoughts. "I should go." She said, standing from her place on the bed without looking in Bucky's direction once.

He knew that he had to say something, anything that would make her stay. The thought of her alone in her room was heartbreaking to him. He grabbed her wrist before she could take any more than a few steps towards the door and she looked down at him, lips slightly parted and one eyebrow raised in a silent question. "You're not a weapon. Sure, Stark said that, whatever, the guy's an asshole. But you're not a weapon, Y/N."

She gave a little humourless laugh, blowing a puff of air out of her nose. "The government apparently seem to think so."

Bucky smiled at her and said, "Fuck the government."

"Oh, so you're an anarchist now? Classy." Y/N sat back down and Bucky's heart felt like it was doing summersaults in his chest, all fluttery. She was smiling, he had made her smile, and it was genuine. As far as he was concerned, nothing else really mattered.

"You know what I mean."

"I don't, actually."

Bucky sighed and cocked an eyebrow at her, eliciting a laugh from her lips. "You're really going to make me explain myself, huh?" He joked. "Look, You're not a weapon to me. I think you're a badass, actually." She snorted.

"Bucky, I killed a lot of people."

"So have I." Bucky's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he placed a tender hand on her thigh. "You don't see me as the bad guy. You never have, actually. What I'm trying to say, is that all of us have done bad things. Made mistakes, lost control, that doesn't make us bad people."

"I feel like a bad person." Y/N had her eyes trained on Bucky's face, bottom lip held tightly between her teeth as she tried to avoid letting herself word-vomit about everything that she was feeling at that moment. His hand squeezed her thigh gently, and she let out an embarrassing and involuntary gasp that made her cheeks turn bright red.

"Don't. Y/N, I know it's cheesy as hell, but you did it to save my life, right?" Y/N nodded slowly, "So how does that make you a bad person?"

"You're grasping at strings, here."

“What can I say that'll make you feel better?"

Y/N knew what she wanted to hear, that he liked her as more than a friend, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him, that her fantasies weren't just fantasies, that he really did love her. But she couldn't say that. God, of course she couldn't say that. So, instead, she simply shrugged.

Bucky knew what he wanted to say to her, that he liked her as more than a friend, wanted her to be with him, of course he loved her. He couldn't drop all of that on her when all she'd given was a shrug, right? Wrong, apparently, because the words spilled from his mouth anyways, like he couldn't control himself.

And really, he couldn't. But he figured that she already knew that.

“I love you." He spluttered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Okay? God, I love you. And what you did today? Made me love you even more. I know you probably don't want to hear this, you don't want me to ruin our friendship, and I get it, I do. But, right now, all I wanna do is protect you, and let you know that you're really not the monster that you think you are."

She stayed silent. What could she say? Her head was swimming with ideas, but none of them really seemed fit. She thought that, if this day ever came, if somehow it came down to confessing her feelings for him, she'd know exactly what to say.

She really couldn't have been more wrong.

So, instead of speaking, she found herself simply staring at Bucky, into his eyes. Had he moved closer? Had she? Either way, their noses were soon bumping together and he was searching her face for any sign of disapproval, one that wasn't there, and so he kissed her.

She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she couldn't quite figure out where her body ended and Bucky's began, and she didn't think she really wanted to. Lips on lips, his hand on her waist and hers roaming his hair, it felt like heaven.

She was on a high, he was too, and the comedown was breathless and just as euphoric as the real thing. "I love you too." Y/N said.

Bucky couldn't help the plainly stupid, goofy grin that had spread across his face. Did he look like an idiot? Unequivocally. Did he care? Maybe, but that wasn't the point.

"I should get back to my room." Y/N said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks for...uh, the talk."

Bucky laughed and let her get up, walk to the door and open it while he watched in a daze, and then he stopped her. "Let me walk you."

"I can handle myself."

"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm not entirely sure that you should."

Really, she was already his girl. She always had been.

[arigatouiris]

daughter of artemis // p.p — [04]

c h a p t e r  f o u r

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: I am so happy that the notes are back~ I was so happy I updated faster than I would have. Anyway, let me know what ya’ll think! It’s slow now, but I assure you, it’ll pick up pace soon! 

Also all of what’s mentioned here (prophecy and deification) are all fictional. I made it up. So, disclaimer alert~

Word count: 3854

04 // θεός god

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She wouldn’t deny it, but Marina’s cooking was great. Marina was another woman in the shelter, who had discovered her cooking talents after the decimation. (y/n) wasn't particularly fond of Marina, but had to hand it to her that her cooking was good. (y/n) was having the only meal she’d have at the shelter, dinner, and it was a thick and warm bowl of vegetable stew and bread. People were starting to settle into what had happened, and although people in the shelter did not have strong families, their loss was still palpable.

Swallowing another spoonful of the stew, (y/n) sat by herself, thinking of her mother and the prophecy. On most days, this was perhaps all that she could think about; she wondered if the loss she felt for her mother was a regular feeling any child would feel once they lose a parent. She wondered, as she did so many times before, if this feeling was intense only because she was not completely human.

After finishing the bowl of stew, (y/n) was nowhere close to tired. She had trained hours ago, but her body was still up and running; no lethargy in sight.

    “Might as well have a look around.” She mumbled to herself, before letting her feet drag her around the shelter.

The place was well-built, and looked rather posh for a homeless shelter. The large banquet hall connected to the kitchen, a hallway with several pictures hung on the walls, which connected to the stairway that led to the offices. May Parker had an office there, and so did some other people who were running it before with her, and the new people who were running it now. Heading into the hallway, (y/n) decided to take a look at the pictures.

They were mostly of May and Happy was there too, in some of them. She saw the famous Captain America in one of them, shaking hands with a small girl. Some politicians were in some pictures, but what caused (y/n) to stop dead on her tracks was when her vision replayed in her head.

There was a man, a boy and May Parker. The man with spiky hair, who she had seen first; the boy whose eyes scream to her each night, someone she had learned to grapple onto for strength. Without losing another breath, (y/n) looked for more pictures with the boy, or at least the man, but that was the last of it. The brown eyed boy appeared in another picture, standing beside May—she must be related to him.

Fate had brought her so close to someone linked to her vision; everything was falling into place, everything made sense. She just needed to give it time.

Whoever this boy was, and whoever that man was, she would meet them. And they each had a role to play, just as Natasha was playing hers.

However, there was one more picture that she failed to spot. In the corner, kids grouped together, and Spiderman hung over them—the kids looked happy, cheerful to be around their friendly neighbourhood superhero, but if only (y/n) had seen the picture, she’d know that maybe, even Spiderman had a role to play.

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When Natasha took her to the park the next day, (y/n) knew she would ask for answers. However, even before Natasha asked, she had planned on telling her before it was brought up. Leaving Natasha to ask questions would mean there would be more information that could accidentally be revealed. By telling Natasha herself, she’d save herself the trouble of having to explain what Natasha wants to know. This way, she’d be telling her exactly what she wants her to know.

However, that didn’t happen.

    “Let me guess, you’re a mutant.” Natasha’s words were confident.

(y/n) looked at her with wide eyes. This was interpreted differently. While (y/n) was simply just confused as to what a ‘mutant’ was, Natasha assumed (y/n)’s wide eyed expression to be that of shock. Hence, when Natasha said,

    “I’ve seen your kind.”

(y/n) simply added, “I see…”

    “You’re not alone…” Natasha’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. She was thinking of Wanda Maximoff, and how alone the girl must have felt after losing her brother, but Nat was not aware that things were entirely different with this child.

    “I understand why you don’t want to talk about it, too. Your grandfather is using some… means to take care of this. You know something. You know something he doesn’t want you to know, and he’s—”

    “You know too much.” (y/n)’s voice was sharp.

Natasha sighed. Here, Nat thought she had hit the nail where it hurts, but (y/n) was secretly thrilled that Natasha would not inquire further. Perhaps, guessing that one is a mutant is far more believable than guessing one is a demigod.

A second later, the air around them changed; it was quite similar to what had happened days ago, Natasha’s wound had healed but the scar remained. One thing she was not certain about was the truth that (y/n) knew, which her grandfather wanted gone. Sending manmade monstrosities after a child marked that her grandfather was one of a kind, in a bad way, but that wouldn’t stop Nat from trying to help her.

    “Something’s here.”

(y/n) knew it was another henchman. She knew what it was, and she felt her dagger in its pouch; her eyes fell on Natasha’s arm and then back into a stance that went under observation. An aura of murder followed wherever a henchman walked, this was something her mother had told her back when they were created. She never liked them, and somehow, a part of her was happy she could get to kill them.

Natasha quickly pushed (y/n) to the right and pressed her head to the ground. They were behind a tree, crouching by the shrubs. The red haired woman was thoroughly glad that they were in a park, with absolutely no one around—the key feature of the park was that it was almost always empty, and ever since the snap, this park was long forgotten.

    “He has a gun.” Natasha said, trying to find the henchman.

    “We have to find him.” (y/n) whispered back, with Nat nodded.

Natasha knew she had to follow her own tactics here; there was no way a child could spot a sniper. However, what she didn’t know about (y/n), the daughter of Artemis, was that animals were always under her beck and call.

Turning to the top of the tree, (y/n) whistled softly, confusing Natasha who sidestepped behind another tree, aiming to spot the sniper. She couldn’t pay attention to what the girl was doing right then, she was under survival mode; and this meant that she would make sure (y/n) was safe and unharmed.

A small bird sat on the girl’s shoulder, and (y/n) quickly whispered to it. A moment later, the bird flew above the trees, singing loudly. A few more birds followed, and (y/n) grinned. She knew where the henchman was. Running in the opposite direction, she looked behind to see Natasha heading to the back of the park. Confident that the red haired woman would be fine, (y/n) run forward, to the other end of the exit, which lead to a small wilderness. (y/n) continued to whistle softly, gathering birds above her, letting her know exactly what was going on, until she could reach the henchman.

A shot was fired, landing right next to Natasha’s leg. Grunting, she looked back to see (y/n) nowhere in sight, and frowned. What is she up to? Natasha knew the sniper was in the wilderness behind the forest, and judging from where the gunshot came from, this had to be the only explanation. Heading there on her own, she hoped (y/n) knew what she was doing, and whatever it was wasn’t fuelled by impulse.

Going round full circle, (y/n) spotted the sniper, who had lost sight of her, but was carefully trying to aim at Natasha, who was still lurking near the wilderness. Breathing in steadily, (y/n) gripped her dagger strongly, before moving forward slowly. She had a clear shot, and if she had her bow with her, she’d have killed him.

Just when she was ten feet away from the henchman, a twig snapped beneath her feet, causing her eyes to widen, thus giving away her position. The henchman was large, and as he turned around, catching sight of her, (y/n) gasped before collapsing back, falling on her behind; fear consumed her, her lip was now quivering—she had never seen this henchman before. He had the symbol of a sloth on his attire, large physique, black hair and black eyes, dark skin that shone under the light. Uncle, she prayed, shutting her eyes as the henchman neared her. With one last shot of determination, (y/n) grabbed her dagger and threw it at the Sloth, who deflected it with ease.

She let out a squeak in absolute fear, recoiling from where she was. She knew she could not run, the henchman took out a smaller gun and pointed it at her. (y/n) closed her eyes, thinking that she would see her mother’s face, but instead, she thought of Spiderman.

Strange, she thought, as time stilled.

A loud scream could be heard from behind the henchman, as Natasha dug (y/n)’s dagger into the nape of his skull. The large man began to melt a moment later, turning into what smelled and looked like a muddy concoction made with blood. Natasha panted, the dagger soiled and dirty, and threw it back at the girl, who was on the ground.

    “What the hell are these things?” Natasha asked, making a disgusted face, helping (y/n) up on her feet.

She shook her head, “I really don’t know what they are. My grandfather called them the ‘henchmen’.”

Natasha scoffed, “Sounds like he’s a gang leader or something.”

Maybe that’s what he is, (y/n) thought bitterly. She looked up at Natasha, and pressed her lips together. The woman had saved her life, a debt that (y/n) could never return.

    “Thank you.”

    “Don’t thank me, kid. I really wish I understood more.”

There was nothing (y/n) could say to that. Turning to the dagger, Natasha put two and two together.

    “That dagger,” She began, “That’s the key. Or whatever it is that your uncle’s arrow was made from. The same symbol here,” Natasha pointed to the holder of the dagger, “Was on that creature’s gun. It’s weird. But I do know this.”

(y/n) met the woman in the eye, “You’re not entirely human, are you?”

The world stilled. And when Natasha noticed the girl stiffen, she smiled.

    “You don’t have to tell me anything more. Considering all that I’ve seen in my life, this isn’t too weird.”

    “You’re going to leave, aren’t you?”

Natasha smiled softly and placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I’ve taught you everything that I can, (y/n). Even an idiot can make out that this is your fight. I’m not abandoning you, if you need any sort of help, just come on up to the Stark tower. I’m here. But, I cannot do this for you.”

(y/n) understood. Nodding once, the girl quickly embraced Nat, who hugged her back in return. There was a sort of understanding between them at that second, which prevented her from thanking Natasha. Pulling back, the woman smiled, grazing her hand across the child’s cheek.

    “Something strongly tells me we’ll meet again.”

(y/n) smiled before saying, “Hopefully after I find Pepper.”

Natasha paused, confused. “Pepper?”

(y/n) sighed. “Remember I told you I had one clue about who my father was when I came here? Pepper is that clue. I mean, I don’t know who or what Pepper is, or if he is my father, but I sometimes overheard my mother ask about Pepper. How Pepper is doing or if Pepper is happy, things like that. So I guessed that this Pepper is linked to my father.” (y/n) said, rambling.

Natasha was on guard. There were quite a few mysteries that she had solved in the past, mysteries that made and broke peace; mysteries that perhaps, were far too easy to solve. However, none of those things had actually ever shocked her to the core—her heart did not shake with anticipation, as it did now.

While (y/n) had no idea who or what Pepper was, Natasha knew very well.

    “I wish you luck, (y/n).” She said, and walked off, back to her car. The park was relatively very close to the shelter, so it was not an issue for her to head back on her own; and considering how Natasha knew her uncle was almost always in the area, she knew in her heart that the girl was safe.

Pepper? So, the girl’s from Greece and she’s roughly thirteen years old. Her uncle is her mother’s twin brother. If I think right, then… Natasha couldn’t even complete her thoughts.

Why would her mother ask for Pepper?

On reaching the cabin, which took close to two hours, Natasha didn’t realize that she was standing with a distraught expression on her face when Pepper opened the door. Nat greeted the blonde woman with a smile, and was taken aback when she saw it.

    “Yes, I’m pregnant.” Pepper confirmed, leading the Avenger inside.

    “Where’s Tony?”

    “Asleep. He’s been staying up late, heavy case of insomnia. I made some hot cocoa and he passed out.” Pepper said, smiling.

Natasha let out a breath. “Is something wrong?” Her voice turned low.

Nat shook her head, “No, it’s just… I’m letting things sink in, you know? Steve’s been… He’s trying to cope.” Pepper nodded.

    “How are you, Natasha?”

Nat always adored Pepper’s caring quality. “I’m good, Pep. Say, this is a random question, have you ever been to Greece?”

Pepper chuckled as she said, “That is one hell of a random question.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Answer it.”

    “Well, long ago, I think? God, I mean… I think it was over ten years ago? There was a gala hosted by one of the national art committee members, I can’t remember… But, he sure was handsome—”

    “He?”

    “Oh yes, brown hair, beautiful features, and a sharp jawline too! He looked like a freaking Greek God to be honest,” Pepper chuckled. “Anyway, it was when Tony and I didn’t get along. He’d have his frivolous paramours following him everywhere. But I do remember him trying very hard to get with that handsome man’s sister. Didn’t work out though.”

    “Sister?” Natasha couldn’t believe how simple this was.

    “He had a sister. Twin. Her name was something… It was funny, I think Tony remembers. What’s this about, though?”

Natasha was quiet.

❅

After dinner, (y/n) went up to the terrace. Not to train, but to revel in the moonlight. A small smile crept up her lips when she realized it was a full moon day; which meant that she could see the moon in all its glory. When she headed up there, she saw that her uncle was already there, looking at the moon.

    “When a God dies, they don’t disappear,” Apollo said, turning to his niece. He was wearing a checkered shirt now, with brown cargo shorts. To anyone, Apollo would appear like a handsome young man, here on a vacation. “They come into life in almost everything that represented them.”

    “So, mom is the moon?”

Apollo smiled a bit, “She can be. She can be in the hearts of the animals you talk to. In women who are kind to you.”

    “What happened? Why are you being nice to me?” (y/n) asked, confused.

Apollo scoffed, before turning away. “I’m a God. I’m nice to everyone.”

    “Go tell that to Hera.” (y/n) grumbled under her breath.

    “The henchmen are born out of Zeus’ blood. He made them using stone, and his blood is what makes them breathe and move around. Ever since there came a revelation that he will be overthrown, which was years before you were born, by the way, he’s been paranoid. And since Hera wants to remain Queen of Olympus, she whispered into his ear and made sure he created them. Three of them, each bearing a symbol. Boar, Hyena and Wolf.”

    “But, the thing that attacked me today had the symbol of a Sloth.”

    “Yes, well, Zeus only made three and they only follow his command. Hera made two. Pigeon and Sloth. You killed them both.”

    “You mean you killed one and Natasha the other.”

Apollo grunted at the mention of the mortal’s name. “Yes. So until Zeus returns, in five years, you have to train. Now that you’ve decided on going down this path.”

    “I didn’t decide anything, uncle! I just want to know who killed—”

    “Don’t you understand that all prophecies begin this way?” Apollo snarled.

(y/n) blinked in surprise, “What do you mean?”

    “There’s always a story that you begin searching. A story that leads you to your destiny. This is the same thing, it’s practically the oldest tale ever told. Be a wit, why don’t you?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, “You’re saying that if I fulfil the prophecy, I’ll know who killed my mother?”

    “Not only that. See,” Apollo turned to the girl and continued, “Have you ever heard of Dionysus?”

    “I’m not an idiot, he’s right there in the council. Of course, I know.” (y/n) snapped.

Apollo frowned. “He was a demigod, born to Zeus and a mortal woman, Semele.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened. “What?”

Apollo nodded, “Not only her, but you’ve met Harmonia, haven’t you?”

(y/n) nodded. Harmonia is the goddess of harmony and concord. She was good friends with Apollo, but this was all long ago, after which Harmonia decided to leave Olympus.

    “She’s Zeus’s daughter as well. With a mortal named Elektra.”

    “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

    “They became Gods because they fulfilled their destiny.”

(y/n) couldn’t understand. So, if she fulfilled her destiny, would that mean she would become a God? Was she even ready to become a God?

    “That’s why Zeus is worried. It’s not because you shouldn’t become a God, it’s because of the prophecy itself. It stated that you would overthrow him as King. This would either make you the new ruler of Olympus or someone who kills Zeus.”

    “And he wants to protect his seat as King.”

Apollo nods. “Think of how the prophecy ends.”

(y/n) couldn’t forget those golden words. It was as if the words were etched in her skin. She could recollect them in the middle of the night, even if someone woke her up moments before. She could narrate them at any time of any day.

    “It says that Olympus will no longer be a land for the Gods.”

Apollo waited.

    “I won’t be Queen? I just…”

    “Your prophecy ends the reign of Gods in Olympus, (y/n). That’s what Zeus is scared of.”

❅

The world knew of Artemis’ beauty. Hair as wild as her heart, a spirit as free as the earth itself. Everyone in Olympus knew of how much Artemis could love, and how much she could resist. She loved her brother, Apollo, and rode with him on their chariot, sparring and learning, singing songs together. She loved her daughter, taught her how to hunt, how to use the bow and arrow, how to listen.

    “Who’s my father, mom?”

    “He’s a very smart mortal man, darling. I hope you meet him one day.” Artemis said, plucking an apple off a tree.

    “Why are we not with him?”

    “Because he’s mortal, love. And we’re not. He has to live his own life, dear.”

    “He doesn’t know, does he?” (y/n) asked.

She was seven years old at the time. Artemis paused and turned to face her little daughter. Pressing her lips together, she crouched down to (y/n)’s level and kissed her nose.

    “Your father doesn’t know about us and that is why he is safe.”

(y/n) never knew or understood Artemis’ logic behind those words. Whoever her father was, didn’t know about them because Artemis was protecting him. And this only meant that she loved him. That night, (y/n) struggled to remain asleep. Visions of the past, and things that have not happened, people she had not met, scared and tormented her as she slept.

She saw the red and blue flashing through New York, swinging the way he had swung with her all those months ago. He would jump often, mid-air, trying to seem cool. Looking down, she saw her own feet, but shoes she had never worn before. She looked at her hands, they were her own but were longer. There was a bracelet on her left hand, and she seemed to be wearing a black jacket.

Spiderman lands in front of her, takes her hands in his. He’s only inches away from her, she could almost hear his heart beat. He presses his forehead to hers, mask still on, and stayed that way for an entire minute.

    “You can have a life here, with me.” His voice is gentle, almost begging.

Pulling away, his hand reaches the edges of his mask as he takes it off.

Gasping, (y/n) wakes up, breaking a sweat.

❅

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[ohmygoodnessgraciouss]

Hi! I heard u were taking requests so I was wondering if u could do a Steve rogers x reader one shot super fluffy post Endgame (Tony and Nat live) were reader thinks Steve is going to leave her for Peggy but comes back and she tells him that she is pregnant? Thank u so much love ❤❤❤❤❤

Hello!!  Aww, this was so cute to write!  I loved being able to do it, and I hope you enjoy it!!

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It seemed like everything was perfect.  After Nat and Clint somehow annoyed Red Skull enough to give up the soul stone without a sacrifice being made (It turns out Red Skull had lied about all that was required) and Tony along with all of the Avengers snapped to make Thanos and his army vanish, everything returned to normal.  Tony was yelling at Peter for trying to find supervillains, Nat was babysitting Nathaniel while Laura and Clint went on a date, and you and Steve returned to your daily life.  

Yes, you were dating Captain America.  He was an almost perfect boyfriend.  Note the keyword being almost.  He was so sweet, kind, and always willing to make you a priority.  In fact, he recently proposed to you right before the time heist.  He didn't want to miss his chance in case anything happened.  Steve loved you dearly.

You were worried when you heard the story from Tony about the two of them traveling back into the 1970s.  Steve admitted to seeing his first love, Peggy Carter back then.  You and Bucky slowly realized that Steve had been very quiet since he returned.  You'd sometimes catch him looking at his compass, staring at her picture.  You'd have to quickly leave the room, tears springing up in your eyes.  You weren't sure if it was from heartbreak or the hormones.

It turns out that only a week before the final battle, you learned that you were pregnant.  It was supposed to be a regular check-up at the doctor's, but you learned more than you expected.  You didn't tell Steve yet because more important matters were going on and held his attention.  Finding out that he was still had some sort of feelings for Peggy was not a part of the plan.

The time finally came when Steve would have to go return three of the infinity stones.  Tony was taking the other three back considering he knew how to fix the space stone and place it back in the cube.  Steve walked over to you after talking to Bucky.  You smiled, trying to mask the anxiety you had about everything.  "Be careful out there."

"I always am," He smiled back at you.

"Promise to come back to me?"  You asked hopefully.  

Steve nodded as if he were unsure of the answer himself.  You hoped you were wrong.  You hoped that he'd come back, and he'd tell you that he loves you more than Peggy.  Did it sound selfish?  Probably, but you didn't care.  You were selfish when it came to him.  

He walked up to the machine, configuring the GPS.  He watched you as the machine worked its magic, sending him and Tony far off into time.  Bruce counted down the five seconds.  

Those five seconds felt like five years.  The time from 2018 to 2023 seemed shorter than this.  Bucky walked up next to you, trying to comfort you to the best of his ability.  He couldn't control what his best friend would do, but he made sure to tell Steve to think carefully about his options.  

Bruce counted down to zero and Tony returned.  Your breath hitched when you didn't see Steve come back.  Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Steve came back, falling onto the ground.  You rushed over to him, helping him up.  "What happened?!"  Sam yelled.

"I was having a bit of trouble running from Asgardians after putting the reality stone back.  Apparently, they don't appreciate you injecting a woman with a stone," He commented sarcastically.  He was still working on sarcasm, as it wasn't something everyone used back in the Golden Age.  Even after a decade in the modern world, he was still learning the

You hugged him tightly, surprising him.  Steve hugged you back after a moment, knowing he made the right choice in staying.  He couldn't lie to you.  He was contemplating the choice, but he knew he loved you too much to do that.  There was no way he could let you go after all the time you've had together.  Peggy may have been important to him, but he couldn't imagine a life without you anymore.  

He was knocked out of his thoughts when you spoke again.  "I thought you would've stayed with her," You commented, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

"I couldn't leave my best girl alone."

"Well," You laughed nervously, unsure of whether or not this was the best place to announce it.

"What is it?" He asked, confused.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you for a while now.  Actually, just a few days before the time heist happened.  Can we talk about it, alone?" You asked, nodding over to where a private space was.  

Steve couldn't predict what was happening.  Actually, a part of him feared that you were ending it right then and there.  He was trying to playback memories from the last few days, trying to remember if there was anything specific that could bring it up.  He could only assume that you spotted him looking at Peggy's picture.  In truth, he was looking at it, trying to figure out a proper place to put it away.  There was a museum dedicated to the Avengers that would probably use it, but a part of him wanted to throw it in a river as well.  He could just toss it in, letting it kick up into the stream, leaving his life for good but continuing onto a new path.  

He nodded, allowing you to drag him over to the more private area by the lakehouse.  Sam and Bucky watched the two of you walk away, confused.  You both looked tense while walking away.  Bucky and Sam weren't sure what to make of it, but shrugged it off, knowing that they didn't have any business with it.  

"Steve, you know I love you, right?"  You asked him.  He didn't like the question, concerned by its meaning, but answered anyway.

"Yes?" He answered in more of a question, implying for you to go on.

"Well, I have something really important to tell you.  Remember when I went to the doctor's for a check-up a little while ago?"  You started fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, why?  Did you find something out?"

"Yes, I did.  Steve, I found out that I'm pregnant.  I'm about a month along.  We're going to be parents!"  A grin started to spread on your face.  

You could see the shock on his face stay there for only a few moments before his eyes lit up.  Tears sprung to his eyes as he quickly wrapped his arms around you.  You laughed breathlessly and returned his embrace.

"You just made me the happiest man alive, Y/N L/N."  His hands started to make their way through your hair, brushing through the strands.

You couldn't say anything because you were too happy.  You had your fiance, your friends, your family, and a baby coming to join in soon.  This felt impossible only a month ago.  You could see the front door to Tony's house open up as Natasha and Tony come outside.  Steve turned around to see them, keeping an arm around you.  

"What are you two hugging about, Capsicle?" Tony called out, walking down the steps with Morgan following closely behind.

"Should we tell them?" Steve turned to you, making sure it'd be alright.  

You nodded and started walking over to them.  When that happened, the rest of the Avengers started to group around you.  Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised to see his best friend so happy.  It almost made him concerned.  

"Well, Tony, it looks like I may need to take some time off from missions.  In about eight to nine months, I'd say," He said, trying to hint at your pregnancy.  Bucky's eyes widened, Sam let out a chuckle, and most of the other Avengers standing around understood exactly what he meant.  Tony, on the other hand, seemed too shocked to understand what was going on.  

"You- what?" He asked.  

While Steve had made the comment, Pepper had come out to grab Morgan.  As she overheard his comment, she quickly congratulated you both.  When she heard how Tony responded, she was quick to tell him as a way to knock him out of his daze.  "Y/N's pregnant, Tony!"  She rolled her eyes and laughed slightly.

"Well, I can't stop you now, can I?" He finally had a response.  You laughed as Pepper nudged his shoulder.  He muttered something quietly to his wife before congratulating you both.  

From Wanda to Peter Parker to Mantis, you were constantly receiving congratulations all day.  Pepper told you that if you ever needed advice she was there for you, Wanda was already planning on finding out how she could help, and Sam was trying to get Steve to drink a beer as a celebratory drink.

The two of you couldn't catch a break after that.  Every time you tried to get alone with him, someone would walk up and disturb the silence.  You didn't mind it all that much considering you hadn't seen everyone for five years though.  Steve felt the same way but made sure to stay near you most of the time.  

Laughs and drinks lasted for the rest of the day.  You couldn't believe it was only just a few days ago that everyone was fighting for their lives against Thanos and his army.  Now, you were sitting on the couch with Steve, watching Bucky and Sam trying to lift up Stormbreaker together.  Thor was laughing at their antics.  Tony, Pepper, Peter Parker, Nebula, and Morgan were all grouped together as if they were one big family.  Wanda talked to Valkyrie and Carol, loving that she was able to relate to someone.  Bruce was showing Shuri how he made the time machine as she critiqued every single one of his steps.  You didn't pay that much attention to them considering you didn't understand anything they said.  Either way, you were happy to see it all happen.  

For once, everything seemed okay, and you were grateful to be here to experience it all with your (quite large) family.

[nastybuckybarnes]

A Broken Fairytale  -  Four

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Reader AU

Summary: Sold by your mother, you work as a servant for the King and Queen of Acadia. The Prince, much to his initial dismay, takes a liking to you. When a wicked woman intervenes, your life is nothing more than a prison sentence. With a war on the horizon and a betrothal to a missing Princess that he can’t escape, Bucky is forced to be the Prince -and King- that his father wants. A pawn in a bigger game than the two of you realize.

Warnings: Angst, Language (Maybe), Fluff (Squint for it)

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Now we’re getting somewhere. Plz enjoy dis

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“Rumour has it you’re going to the ball tomorrow night in a new fancy dress, as Prince Steve’s personal guest.” You find yourself smiling as you polish the marble floors. May stands a few feet away, cleaning the large stained-glass windows.

“He insisted. Taught me to dance too.” She laughs softly. “Mary showed me the gown. It's beautiful. I can hardly wait to see what it looks like on you.” You giggle, “she hasn’t let me allowed me near it. I can only imagine what it looks like. I’ve been dreaming about it for days.” You sigh wistfully. “You didn’t hear it from me, but Prince Steve has gotten you some jewelry and lip rouge as well. Oh, you’ll so beautiful. I just hope you and Wanda don’t get too comfortable out there with all those dukes and duchesses and princesses and princes.”

You turn to her with a soft smile, “never.”

~

“Goodness, Steven. Your skills are... incredible. Truly. This is really just... utterly exquisite,” Queen Winifred whispers. Steve chuckles nervously and scratches the nape of his neck. “Well... I’ve recently found some inspiration.” He flips to the first sketch of you and his aunt and mother both gasp.

“That’s... (Y/n). The new one. Such a beauty,” Sara whispers while admiring the detailed sketch. Steve’s managed to catch every perfection. “She’ll be my guest tomorrow night. After all the hardships she’s been forced to endure in her life, a night of the finer things is the least I can offer her. She deserves it.”

Sara smiles at her son, “do you fancy her?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “No mother. Although she’s beautiful and smart with a kind heart and a good spirit, I fancy a different dame.”

Queen Winifred laughs gently while Sara ponders something.

“What is it, mother?” She looks up then sighs. “It’s foolish, but... the princess of Corona was taken as a baby nearly nineteen years ago. (Y/n), who is quite possibly from Corona, is almost nineteen. She was adopted as an infant by a wicked and cruel woman who might even be the type to kidnap a child in order to get her way. Perhaps?” Steve’s eyes widen at his mother’s suggestion.

“You think... you think (Y/n) is the lost Princess of Corona?” Queen Winifred thinks about this for a moment. “It is a possibility, but why then would Lady Griffon willingly give her to us? That seems counter-productive. If her goal is to stop the marriage.”

“Well, she sold (Y/n) as a servant girl, giving the impression that she isn’t who she truly is?” Sara purses her lips at her son's suggestion then nods. “I don’t think we should rule out her being the lost princess. Her locket is made out of silver which is quite common amongst the wealthy and royal in Corona. And it seems to be enchanted, which isn’t uncommon in our neighbouring kingdom,” Steve says.

“I want you to find out every little thing you can about her. And this shall stay between the three of us. No one else is to hear a breath about our theories. If (Y/n) is indeed the Princess, then I fear she may be in danger even here,” the Queen says sternly.

As the other two are nodding the door to Steve’s study gets pushed open.

“There you are, Steve. Mother, Aunt Sara.” Bucky bows quickly to the two women.

“My, what have we here?” The young prince looks at the sketch, his eyebrows raising. “This is (Y/n), correct?” Steve nods. “Your skills have certainly improved, punk,” Bucky teases while looking at the other drawings of you. “You fancy her, don’t you?” Steve simply rolls his eyes. “She provided inspiration. Innocence and beauty all encompassed in one.” Bucky nods, deep in thought.8

“Well, I suppose we’ll take our leave now,” Winifred says before walking out of the room with Sara right behind her.

“These are actually magnificent, Steve. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Would... can...” He groans as his cousin laughs at his flustered state.

“What? Would you like one? Or two perhaps? Maybe the entire sketchbook? I thought appreciating her beauty would do no one any good or whatever stupid excuse you spewed.” Bucky punches his shoulder.

“Quit being a punk. I just want one.” Steve smirks but carefully pulls out one of the finer sketches of you and hands it to his cousin. “It’s all yours. Do with it what you’d like, just don’t tell me what you’re doing.” Bucky punches him again and Steve snickers to himself.

The brunet holds the paper with a gentle hand, admiring the way you look in the picture. Beauty and innocence, just as Steve said.

~

“Okay... almost finished... just one last finishing flower...” Mary trails off and you twiddle your thumbs nervously as Wanda continues covering your eyes while Mary pulls on the gown clinging to your figure. “Okay, I’m gonna put your mask on and a tad bit of lip rouge. Then you’ll be ready.” You fight a smile as Wanda lifts her hands, only for a smooth cool fabric to take their place.

“Oh, you look like an Angel right out of heaven! Now, a teeny tiny bit of lip rouge, not too much because we don’t want to take away from the entire ensemble. Pucker your lips a tad, darling.” You do as she asks and jump slightly as you feel something waxy on your lips.

“Alright dear. You can look now.” You snap your eyes open and spin around in your new flats.

Your jaw drops as you see yourself in the mirror.

The gown is incredible. With a dark blue-grey chest, a navy blue bow cinching your waist and making you look curvier. The skirt is made of a lovely pink fabric, covered in a navy chiffon-type fabric. It has small fabric flowers and gems decorating it, but not too many. The mask is the same pink as the gown, however, it has gold trim and some embellishments in the same colour, as well as a little bow and some lace.

You look... stunning. Like royalty.

“Wow. You look beautiful.” You look to the voice and smile. “Thank you, Pietro. You look quite handsome.” He chuckles then walks to his sister, who looks absolutely gorgeous in a floor-length, figure-hugging red velvet dress. Her mask matches her dress and her hair is flowing down her back.

“Steve asked me to escort you to the ball. He’ll meet you there for a dance.” You smile lightly. “So you’ll be escorting not one beautiful woman but two to the Queen's masquerade ball? Will you dance with us both?” Wanda teases. Her outfit matches her brothers and you can’t help but smile at that.

“I do plan on dancing with both of you at some point tonight, however, I think Steve craves the first dance with you, (Y/n).” You smile timidly and Wanda giggles, “does he fancy her, do you think?” You shake your head furiously, “Steve and I are just friends. Nothing more.” Wanda smirks deviously at you.

“You don’t fancy Steve... what about Prince James? Do you fancy him? You have been looking at him quite often ever since he ran into in the library. When the two of you talked for quite some time.” You shake your head again, “I hardly know him, Wanda. How could I possibly fancy someone I know nothing about?” She shrugs, a sly smile still plastered on her face.

“Then why are you fiddling so much? And why do you always fiddle when he comes up in conversation?” She motions to where your fingers are playing with a bead on your dress. “You like his royal stiffness? Pain-in-the-ass Prince James? Bitchy Bucky?” You glare at the twins. “No. I don’t. And even if I did, it wouldn’t be your concern and it wouldn’t matter anyway. He's royalty, and I’m not.” Pietro gingerly links his arm through yours.

“You could be a Princess. There’s something... regal and royal about you. You should be wearing a crown, not scrubbing the floors.” You smile gently up at him. “I should be here with Wanda and May. If I were born royal then I might not have met you or any of my friends. I like who I am.” He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Now, we should be going. I can hear music and laughter already,” Wanda says while taking her brother’s other arm. Pietro escorts the two of you to the ball, smiling as he meets up with Sam, Nat, and Clint.

“I see you’ve already taken (Y/n) for yourself,” Sam says, looking you up and down. “You look like royalty. You’ll make visiting Princesses jealous.” You laugh softly, “thank you, Sam.” He smiles and offers you his arm.

After a glance to Pietro, an eye roll and a nod given, you let go of his arm and take Sam’s.

“Steve’ll be arriving shortly, along with Bucky, the King, the Queen, and Lady Sara,” Sam informs as you reach the ballroom doors. You nod, your jaw almost dropping as you enter the ballroom.

It’s filled with people -men and women- dressed to the nines in clothes that cost more than you’ll make in your entire lifetime.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Nat asks while coming up beside you in a light green dress with a mask to match. “It’s... intimidating if I’m being honest.” Natasha rests a hand on your shoulder.

“You look like you belong here. Even if you feel like you don’t, you look like you do, so act like it. No one will know anything that’s true or not.” You smile at her words and take a big breath in. Squaring your shoulders you raise your head and walk with Sam into the room.

The people you pass stop their conversations and stare at you as Sam leads you to the centre of the room right across from a large staircase.

Conversations hardly have time to grow before a horn sounds loudly, gathering everyone’s attention.

“May I present Lady Sara, Her Majesty Queen Winifred, and his Majesty King George.” The royal family walks down the stairs as graceful as swans with their chins held up high and smiles on their faces.

“Wow. (Y/n) you look... incredible.” You smile shyly up at the man speaking, having recognized his voice. “Thank you, your highness.” Sam snickers while Steve rolls his eyes.

“Now, I must steal you from Sam. May I?” Sam places your hand in Steves and you find yourself giggling as Steve walks you deeper into the room.

“Mary absolutely outdid herself,” Steve says while admiring your gown and mask. “She did. You look rather dashing yourself.” His cheeks flush and he looks down while chuckling.

He’s wearing a well-tailored grey suit and a matching mask. The suit hugs his body perfectly and the mask brings out the vibrant blue in his eyes. And of course, there’s a lovely silver crown sitting atop his blond hair.

He smiles at you then takes a small half-step away from you as the band starts playing again.

“(Y/n), may I be the first of many men to ask tonight, if I may have the honour of this dance?” You beam up at him.”Of course, Steve.” He takes your hand in his and places his other hand on your waist. You bring your free hand up to his shoulder and start dancing with him.

People around you mumble and whisper. as Steve dances you around the floor.

“They’re wondering who you are. They know who I am, but no one knows the Princess I’m dancing with,” he whispers, the cool fabric of his mask brushing against your cheek. You look down, away from the curious and envious eyes of the upper-class men and women.

“They’re making me quite nervous,” you reply softly, grinning as he chuckles.

“Well, I doubt any of them know who you are. So what they think doesn’t matter anyway.” You nod, trying to let his words ease your nerves.

The song comes to a close and Steve sighs.

“Excuse me,” a smooth voice says, “but may I?”

You look up at the man and smile awkwardly as he takes Steve’s place. A new song starts and you dance with him, feeling exceptionally nervous.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met you,” he says after a moment, his brown eyes warm and filled with wonder. “You haven’t. This is the first ball I’ve ever attended.”  He spins you then nods. “You’re stunning. Have you any suitors? Husbands?” You shake your head no. “None at all.” He smiles, “what a shame for them. I’d like-” a hand is on his shoulder, stopping him from dancing with you.

“May I cut in?” That voice makes butterflies swarm in your stomach. “Of course, your highness.” The man disappears and Prince James takes his place, one of his hands fitting perfectly in yours while the other rests comfortably on the curve of your waist.

He starts leading you in a dance, keeping your body close to his.

“You look ravishing,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing on your hip. “Why thank you, your majesty.” He smiles, his hand slowly moving around your waist.

“Do you have a name?” You grin as you realize he doesn’t know who you are, a wave of confidence washing over you.

“I do have a name.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to his warm body. “May I be so bold as to ask what it is?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying - and failing- to contain your smile. “Maybe. But do you deserve to know?” You’re honestly not sure where this much confidence comes from, but you’re liking it more than you want to admit.

“I think I do. But let’s say, for argument's sake, that I don’t deserve to know. What could I do to change that?” You slowly look up, your eyes lingering on his pink lips before moving up to his stormy orbs.

“I suppose I’ll have to think about that,” you whisper. His eyes flash down to your lips and you can’t help but lick them/ His fingers flex on your waist and you smile, watching as his eyes meet yours again. “Please do.”

The two of you dance in silence for a few minutes before he chuckles. “What?” You ask, smiling slightly, “do I amuse you?” He shakes his head and sighs heavily.

“You’ve bewitched me. Your voice... your beauty... like nothing I’ve ever experienced in all of my years. Have you and suitors?”

You swear your jaw drops.

“Forgive me, Prince James, but are you not betrothed? To the Princess of Corona?” He shakes his head and looks deep into your eyes. “I do not wish to marry someone who I know nothing about.” You find yourself giggling softly.

“And what do you know about me?” He looks down, seemingly shy. “I know that you’re like no woman I’ve ever met before. I know that I know nothing about you when I’d really just like to know everything. I know that not a day will pass where I don’t think of you. You’ll be in my every dream ‘till the day I die.”

You can’t seem to find any words.

“I’ll ask my father and yours if I can court you. If you’d give me the opportunity, of course.” You’re shocked, to put it lightly. “I-I can’t. You’re betrothed. I couldn’t interfere with that. I’m sorry, Prince James, but I cannot.”

You break away from him and hurry out of the ballroom, desperate to breathe. You remove your mask and lean against the wall, trying desperately to catch your breath.

“You weren’t sold to go to balls and celebrations as a guest,” an all-too-familiar voice says. You straighten up and look at the woman.

“Step-mother,” you begin, “I was invited. By Prince Steve-” a slap to the face cuts you off and you gasp, tears pricking your eyes. “You won’t speak of the Princes! You are filth!” She raises her hand to strike you again and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the pain.

When it never comes, you open your eyes.

Steve’s holding your step-mothers wrist and another woman is rushing over to your side, giving little thought to her expensive gown as she slides down to the floor beside you.

“Guards!” Steve calls, “escort Lady Griffon and her daughters out of here. Don’t make a scene about it either.” You watch as the woman who raised you gets escorted out of the palace that has recently become your home.

“Are you alright, child?” The woman beside you asks, her voice gentle and soft. “Yes, I-I believe I am. Thank you.” She smiles and lightly places her hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n) I’m so sorry,” Steve says. You wave off his apology and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Queen Valerie, thank you for letting me know. (Y/n), this is Queen Valerie of Corona. Queen Valerie, this is (Y/n). A very close friend of mine.” You look at the woman beside you and scramble to your feet, only to bow before her. “Y-your Highness.” She shakes her head and stands up, “no need for that. You’re sure you’re alright?” You nod your head yes then clear your throat.

“I... I’m going to retire to my chambers. Thank you for inviting me, Steve. Queen Valerie, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night.” They nod and watch as you hurry up a flight of stairs.

“Where’s she from?” Queen Valerie asks while Steve’s escorting her back to the ballroom.

“We’re not sure. She was adopted by Lady Griffon as a baby. She has a locket that seems to be enchanted from Corona so we do believe she may be from there. How she ended up here, I know not. Perhaps you have an idea?” The Queen on his arm clutches her necklace tightly.

“I mustn’t let myself hope,” she whispers softly, letting go of Steve’s arm and heading back to find her husband, leaving the young prince confused out of his wits.

~

“Mother, Father, I need your help!” Bucky exclaims, walking to where his parents are seated. “What is it, my son?” Winifred asks concern lacing her voice.

“A dame, beautiful as a sunrise. I want to court her. She’s...” He trails off while looking around, trying to find you.

“My son, you know you are to be marred. There’s no way you could court her. What is her name?” Bucky stares at the door where he saw you last.

“I don’t know. But mother, her voice was that of an angel. Her eyes sparkled brighter than diamonds. Her smile... I have no words to describe her beauty.”

Winifred sighs and takes her sons hand. “If everything fails with Corona, then you may court the girl. Is she a Duchess? Or perhaps a Princess?” Bucky sighs and shrugs his shoulders.

“She was dancing with the Duke of Winchester,” King George chimes in, looking around the room.

“I’ll ask him!” Bucky practically runs through the crowd.

“You shouldn't give him hope, George. He’s betrothed. You know he’s meant to marry the Princess of Corona,” Winifred scolds. “Let the boy have his fun. He knows his responsibilities. And if we go to war with Corona, he’ll have this Duchess or Princess or whoever she is. You’ll get a grandchild or two and James will get a strong heir to the throne.” The Queen sighs at her husband and watches as her son talks to the Duke.

“I found her dancing with Prince Steve. A beautiful one, she is. I plan to court her, as soon as I figure out who her father is.” Bucky clenches his hands into fists and smiles tightly at the Duke before setting off to find his cousin.

“Steve! Who were you dancing with?” The blond looks up, slightly startled. “Who?” Bucky groans at his cousin’s response. “She was wearing pink. Her eyes, they’re beautiful and (e/c). She was... a dream.”

Steve raises his eyebrows and chuckles. “You mean (Y/n)?” Bucky freezes, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. “(Y/)? Like... servant girl (Y/n)?” Steve nods slowly and Bucky curses. “Why? Is something wrong?” Bucky pulls Steve into the hallway and looks around to make sure they’re alone, then he rips his mask off and tosses it aside.

“She’s. stunning. Beautiful and witty. I asked if I could court her. But she’s not of noble blood. Fuck. What do I do?” Steve pats his cousin's shoulder.

“Talk to her. You don’t need to formally court her. Does your mother know that you fancy her?” He asks. “Yes, but she reminded me of my betrothal when I spoke of her.” Steve snickers despite his cousin’s glare.

“Winifred knew that was (Y/n). I had her help me design the dress.” Bucky chuckles at this, his anger momentarily forgotten. “Of course she did. She enjoys seeing me in pain.” Steve sighs and looks towards the staircase where you disappeared to. “Lady Griffon was here. She got mad and struck (Y/n). I had the vile woman escorted out and (Y/n) went to her chambers. You should go check on her.” Bucky looks at his cousin as if he’d grown a second head.

“Lady Griffon Struck (Y/n)?” Steve nods, “go see if she’s alright.” I’ll cover for you.” Bucky nods before he can think too hard about it. His feet bring him through the Palace and up the stairs until he’s outside of your room.

He knocks twice then slowly pushes the door open, looking around the room for you. Humming from the bathroom gets his attention and he realizes you must be bathing.

Just as he’s about to turn and leave, you walk out of the bathroom. Bucky’s frozen, staring at you and you’re frozen, staring at him.

You're wrapped in a thin towel, water dripping down your skin and pooling at your feet.

“Your Highness. W-what are you doing in here?” He doesn’t answer, too busy staring at your body. You shift nervously and his eyes snap up to yours. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

You swallow hard and hold the towel tighter around your body.

“I… I didn’t want to ruin the fantasy.”

He walks towards you and you back up, gasping as your back hits the wall.

“You’re a fantasy? A dream? No, you’re much more than that.” He cages you against the wall between his strong arms and stares in your eyes.

“W-what do you mean? What do you want from me?” He closes his eyes for a moment before cracking a half-smile. “I told you,” he whispers, “I want to court you.” You cast your eyes down, shaking your head at him.

“I met Queen Valerie. You’re betrothed to her daughter. I don’t want to interfere,” you breathe.

He carefully lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Tell me you feel nothing. Tell me you don’t want me the way I want you. Tell me that honestly and I’ll leave you be.” You shake your head and close your eyes tightly.

“I’d be lying.”

Those three words are all it takes for his control to shatter.

His hands grip your waist through the towel, holding you tightly as he presses his chest against yours. You pull in a shaky breath, your palms hesitantly resting on his shoulders.

“May I touch you?” You nod breathlessly, gasping as he tugs the towel down a tad. His right-hand cups your cheek while his left ventures beneath the towel, finding your damp skin.

“Someone could come in,” you whisper, head tilting back and eyes staying closed as his lips ghost over your neck.

“Let them,” he murmurs, gently nipping your neck as his left-hand curls around your back under your towel.

You shiver, arching up into him at the foreign feeling of his warm skin on your own. “James.” Your voice is a soft whisper and the Prince grins, his right hand leaving your cheek to pull your towel down a bit more.

“I want you, (Y/n).” You whimper softly, your fingers raking through his soft brown hair. “You’re all I want. Screw my betrothal.” The mention of his betrothal brings you back to reality and you push him off of you.

“This… this isn’t right,” you whisper while pulling the towel tighter around your body.

“Yes. This is right. This is so so right.” He leans down and kisses your lips almost roughly.

“James. James stop,” you mumble against his lips.

He doesn’t stop.

“Stop! Get off of me!” You exclaim, shoving him off of you as hard as you can.

“(Y/n) I-“ “Get out. Get out!”

He looks shocked and reaches out for you.

“Get out now.”

You move under his arm and across the room, eyes staying focused on the Prince.

“(Y/n) please. Just let me-“ “No! You’re to be married and I’m of poor blood! Please, just leave.” Your hands start to tremble as anxiety floods your body.

The Prince turns and leaves without another word, his heart aching and his stomach churning.

~

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! DEAR BROTHER, HOW I HATE THEE /// BUCKY BARNES x READER

╰❂╮ prompt ╰❂╮ You’re Tony Stark’s secretary, and also his sister, but there’s this one thing you can’t let him find out: your crush on the newest addition to the Avengers team, James Buchanan Barnes. ╰❂╮ author’s note ╰❂╮ I’m finally getting around to trying out new fandoms. Hope you guys like this; if you do, pls tell me, because I feel like it’s garbage and I’m sorry if it sucks D: Love you guys btw! Send some positivity my way pls, I’m going through some shitty times with rlly toxic people and it’s a struggle to get out of friendships with people you’ve known since childhood. AS ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, if you want tagged in future Avengers imagines, shoot me a message or just comment bc yoooo, I’ll totally do it. And rememberrrr, my inbox is open! And I’m always looking for fresh ideas for my imagines :))) ╰❂╮ warnings ╰❂╮ Swearing, Fluff ╰❂╮ word count ╰❂╮ 3869

   If there was one thing you absolutely hated about your brother—not counting his oversized ego—it’d be his habit of meddling in your affairs. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide secrets from Anthony Stark. It just didn’t work that way, especially with all the security cameras and the blabber-mouthed Avengers that littered the Tower.

         But there was this one secret that, if gotten out, and if exposed to the male members of the team, you’d probably move to Alaska.

         You had the biggest, fattest, most obviously obvious crush on the Avengers’ new recruit, Bucky Barnes.

         Truth be told, if it were up to you, you wouldn’t be enduring the phases of a crush. You didn’t want to be infatuated with someone who probably cared more for succulents than they did for you. The butterflies, the stomach cramps, the anxiety, the sweaty palms; you were certain Bucky noticed your behavior around him, and he probably found it uncomfortable, and it most certainly made him avoid you, but what were you supposed to do? Stay rooted in your office all day? That was not a plan you felt obligated to disclose—especially not to your crazy-ass brother. If it was up to Tony, he would have locked you in your office by now; if he ever caught you, his puny little sister, attempting to join in on field combat again, he’d probably have a heart attack. And Pepper would have your head.

         Well, maybe not. Pepper liked you. But that was liable to change if you killed her boyfriend. And Tony would turn you into Rapunzel if you kept trying to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent when you were a freakin’ secretary.

         That’s one reason why you couldn’t share your latest fancy with your brother. With all the history of Bucky being the Winter Soldier, and you always getting into trouble that’d always wind up with you sustaining some sort of injury, he’d worry himself into early sickness. You told Tony everything, only starting with the trend of raw honesty after Tony revealed that he had cameras out in the hall from your room and basically knew everything you’d ever done wrong, but this was just something he’d try and sabotage in any possible way he could.

         However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t tell other people. It just had to be outside of hearing range for the Tower. That’s what had you and Wanda Maximoff at a café around the corner from Stark Tower. A populated place that was nowhere near Tony and his rampant, exaggerative mind.

         “Oh my gosh, Wanda,” you groaned into the table, barely managing to thank the waitress as she deposited your and Wanda’s coffees and blueberry muffins in between the two of you. You peeked up, giving Wanda your best I’m-dying eyes, fit with half-slanted eyelids and creased corners. “He’s just so handsome… I can’t be normal around him. Like, how do you be normal around cute boys?”

         Wanda pursed her lips. She had taken a dainty sip of her mocha latte through your rant, and was only just putting it down when you turned your pleading gaze to her. “Well,” she said slowly, “I do not think I am the best person to approach with this information. Neither Natasha. Do you have any secretary friends you can talk to about this?”

         Your eyes turned withering. You regarded your coffee and muffin as irrelevant, pausing only for a moment to take in the delectable blueberries bursting out of the muffin-skin, before you raised your head to its full height. “You and Natasha are the only people I talk to,” you said. You sounded whiney, but you were freaking out about this, so honestly, you didn’t care. You jutted out your bottom lip, thinking a pout could win her over, and evoke from her advice. “Please?”

         A pause. Then Wanda finally sighed. “If you really want a relationship out of this, then you should approach him with your feelings,” she told you. “Feelings are no good when they stay just that: feelings.”

         “That’s true,” you said. You took a bite out of your muffin, nearly turning into goo at the scrumptious taste. “He’s just so… stoic. And he hardly smiles, or laughs. Sometimes I don’t know if he wants to kill me, feels nothing for me, or finds me likable. I mean, I hope it’s the latter, but let’s face it; the only person he truly likes in that tower is Steve, and on rare occasions, he even enjoys Natasha’s company. I’m just… a background nuisance.”

         “No, you are not.” Wanda shook her head at you. She took her hands from her coffee cup, moving them out so she could place them on your own hands. She gave you a stern, motherly look. “You must get to know him better. Try your hand at being his friend, and then, see where the road takes you. You will do nothing for yourself if you continue to mope.”

         You nodded frantically. “Yeah, yeah—that’s a great idea—but, wait…” You sighed. “What do I do about Tony?”

         Wanda rolled her eyes. “Pay him no mind,” she said, pulling away a hand to wave it dismissively in the air. “You’re a grown woman. He does not own you. Unless you are a product of Stark Industries, and you are no human, but a robot in disguise. Are you?”

         “No…”

         “There you have it, then. Talk to Bucky, and see where he stands.” She leaned back in the booth seat, taking a long sip of her coffee. You proceeded to do the same.

         Maybe she was right… You did need to start getting to know Bucky better. And you needed to stop letting Tony influence and dictate your life. After all, Bucky was only a man, and if he was as truly stoic as you thought he was, then your feelings would be one-sided and Tony would get his wish: you, single forever, an eternal bachelorette.

         -

         You were making breakfast in the kitchen Tony had on the Avengers floor (as well as the floor you stayed in, when you weren’t at your apartment in the city), clad in Hello Kitty pajamas, when you had your first encounter of the week with Bucky. You were humming to an old 80’s song, stirring pasta, and there came a deep, throaty chuckle, then his husky voice as he said, “Is that Billie Jean?”

         You jumped, a sharp squeak leaving you. A flush lit you up from head to toe, and if it wasn’t Bucky—if it was another Avenger, someone you were comfortable enough around to be yourself—you might have broken into a fit of, “Oh my god, oh my god”’s. However, just your luck, it was Bucky who graced you with his presence, seeing you in your pajamas, watching you as you jammed out to imaginary Michael Jackson records. This was downright embarrassing.

         You slowly turned to look at him. You fought back the even redder shade of blush that was struggling its way up your throat, choosing (from a multitude of other embarrassing ways to act around Bucky) to smile nervously and teeter-tot on your heels. If the symptoms of your crush were going to burn you alive, you might as well smile through the death and destruction. Bucky began to look expectant when you merely stood there and smiled at him, which made you remember you hadn’t yet replied to him. “Oh, u-um, yeah!” you said, through such a high pitch, that you internally face-palmed. Way to give yourself away, dumbass. “I was just…”

         “Dancing?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. A smirk was beginning to twitch at his lips, fighting to make its debut appearance. “That’s a bit of a safety hazard when cooking, doll.”

         Doll? Did he just call me doll? That deep-red shade you were trying to fight off your face… You were now a goner to your body’s dysfunctions. You flushed deeply, and your smile turned into a clumsy line that revealed just how much strength you had in the face of a handsome, well-mannered man, meaning zero. “There’s a reason why Tony keeps me locked up in the office all day,” you said, with an unsure laugh. “He says I make a habit of hurting myself when I’m alone. Apparently, I’m a trouble magnet!”

         Bucky’s eyebrows raised, and he no longer tried hiding his smirk. He looked amused. “Clearly,” he murmured.

         “Well, uh—” You stopped talking. You really didn’t know where you were heading with that. The curious look on his face, though, made you take a deep breath and say, “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

         Bucky’s eyes turned wide, and his smirk disappeared. He put a nervous hand on his neck, scratching at it—like this was a question he really didn’t want to answer. “Well, uh—” he parroted, looking just as jumpy as you had felt when you, too, had uttered the words. “I just wanted—I, well… I thought you might want some company.”

         You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. “Well… I could always use someone to talk to while I cook.” Your expression considerably brighter, you turned back to your pasta—which had almost burned while you were busy talking to Bucky.

         A loud scrapping sound told you Bucky had sat down, and the prickling sensation on your neck told you that he was staring. After about three minutes of you moving the pasta off the burner and putting together a marinara sauce, you decided to say something. You said over your shoulder, “So, you like Michael Jackson?”

         Bucky said, “Yes.” A simple answer.  

         “I do too,” you replied, a smile on your face as you put the marinara sauce in a pan to heat. You turned to him. “Would you want to eat with me?” At the startled expression on his face, you backtracked, a sense of panic welling up in you— “Wait, uh—only if you want to—”

         “Sure,” said Bucky, reverting you back to your normal, albeit fidgety, state. “Pasta’s nice.”

         “Oh.” You blinked. You weren’t expecting that answer. “Okay, cool!” The raised eyebrow he shot you at the amount of pent-up excitement in your tone made you feel a tad bit abashed, but what did that matter—you were having dinner with James Buchanan Barnes.

         You couldn’t stop smiling all throughout dinner, so distracted by your conversations with Bucky (and the astonishing fact that he was smiling and laughing with you, two elements of a human’s behavioral personality, which he apparently lacked, that caused you to think he disliked you) that you forgot one teeny, tiny detail about Stark Tower…

         -

         Tony cornered you the next morning, nearly sloshing your coffee all down your shirt in his haste to get to you. “You couldn’t have picked a worse person to deflower you, huh?”

         You stopped walking. What the hell? “Did you really just say ‘deflower’? What are you—fifty?”        

         “Better than being in my 90s,” Tony said snidely, an obvious reference you weren’t automatically getting, before grabbing your arm. He ignored your look of annoyance and pulled you to in front of him. “That tin-armed hand-me-down is still in the works about becoming normal, Y/N/N. One little snap, and you could be killed. You understand that?”

         “What—are you talking about Bucky?” At Tony’s deadpan expression, you had to let out a sigh; of course he saw. Of course! He had cameras in every stinkin’ crevice of this damned Tower. “Tony… there’s nothing going on between us.” Well, you wished there was, but he didn’t need to know that. “And besides, Bucky is a person. Stop talking about him like he isn’t.”

         Tony rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. “Bucky is a person… He’s got you brainwashed, or infatuated, because all I see is a man who murdered our damn parents, Y/N.”

         You pushed him off of you. “That wasn’t him,” you snapped. “He wasn’t in control of himself. If you want to blame anyone, blame Hydra. Stop being a dickhead about it.”

         Tony’s eyes darkened. He went to say something, but he must have thought better of it because he merely shook his head, then briskly walked back down the hallway. When you got to your office, you couldn’t help the long, angry screech that left you in the safety of your personal four walls; if there was anyone who could frustrate you most in this world, it was your brother.

         -

         Taking long and well-thought measures to avoid someone usually resulted in you avoiding other people, too. Which included all of the Avengers. It wasn’t that much of a surprise when a knock on your office door sounded before Natasha was waltzing right in, a look of pure anger on her face.

         “Why are you avoiding us?” she said brusquely, barely paying your deer-in-headlights expression any attention as she plopped down on the meeting chair placed in front of your desk.

         “I’m avoiding Tony.”

         Natasha breathed out a scoff, then began to laugh. “He lives here, Y/N. How exactly did you think you were going to avoid him? Avoid us?”

         She had got you there. Your expression fell into a thin line teetering on the edge of shame, barely concealing your embarrassment. “I know… but he—”

         Natasha threw up a dismissive hand. “Whatever he did to you, it can’t be bad enough a reason for you to avoid everyone and lock yourself up in this tiny little prison you call an ‘office.’” She snorted. “Barnes is worried.”

         You were beginning to look away, not able to meet Natasha’s eyes while she was busy chastising you, but her final words caught your attention. You immediately turned to look at her. “Wait—what?”

         There was that meddling look that Tony was always giving you. Befit with a raised brow and hollowed-out cheeks, Natasha smirked. “Barnes. He’s worried about you. He’s the one who asked me to come check on you. He said Tony probably locked you up to keep you out of trouble.”

         Wow. I didn’t think Bucky cared enough to do that. Maybe there was a lot of things you didn’t know about Bucky. You pursed your lips, then said—“You can tell him I’m fine.”

         Natasha got this look on her face, before she was tilting her face towards the door leading to your office. “Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

         Before you could ask what she meant by that, the door to your office was pushing open, and Bucky stuck his head out from between the frame. His frown seemed bashful, and he didn’t meet your gaze head-on. “Hey, doll. Can I come in?”

         Doll. Again. You ignored Natasha’s knowing stare when you replied, “Oh, y-yeah—of course.”

         “Guess I’ll be off,” Natasha said loudly, rising from the office chair. She sent you a wink. “I’ll get Tony to lay off with the brotherly love.” She smirked.

         You waved her off awkwardly, biting hard on your lip as she passed Bucky and shot him a wicked, cheeky grin. Bucky mumbled a few choice words, shoving at her shoulder; he certainly seemed embarrassed by whatever implications were in her expression.

         When Bucky was out of the door’s range, and Natasha’s clacking heels were no longer heard above the ventilation, the two of you sat in a still, awkward silence. You were twiddling with your fingers, and Bucky was staring at his feet, both of you too introverted and shy to really speak the first words. However, in the midst of your frantic thoughts (Oh God, what do I say, what do I do, is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?) you didn’t notice Bucky look up from his boots, or see him sink into the same chair that Natasha had only been occupying moments before. He looked at you for a long moment, and only when the hair-raising feeling that accompanied people’s centered gazes intensified did you finally look up.

         “Oh,” you said dumbly. “Hi.”

         Bucky’s lips twitched. The barest hint of a smile crawled onto his lips. “Hi.”

         You didn’t know what to say. Neither did Bucky, it seemed. This was extremely awkward, and you wondered why Natasha had to leave when she knew the two of you were the quietest members of the Tower; conversations were difficult to uphold when Bucky was silent most of the time and simplistic in his rare answers, and you always stopped before you could begin when it came to speaking.

         However, you must have misjudged Bucky for being defiant in his silence. He slowly crossed his arms, continuing to stare into your eyes, before saying, “Did Tony do something?”

         Your mouth fell agape before you were gathering your senses. Don’t be such an open book, idiot. “He said some things I didn’t like,” you said finally. “So we’re not on speaking terms, at the moment.”

         Bucky’s face brightened, then dulled. Like he was wanting a different answer. Like he knew exactly what you were talking about. “Ah,” he said. “Does the word ‘deflower’ really bother you that much?”

         Oh, shit. Did he—? “Wait.” Your reply was slow, calculated. “Did you overhear our conversation?”

         Bucky nodded.

         You sighed. Well, he must think I’m obsessed with him or something, defending him like I’m his girlfriend. “Tony’s… an asshole. I’m sorry he said the things he did.” There, that sounded friendly enough. You didn’t want to come off as a fangirl.

         Bucky just shook his head, looking determined. And like he didn’t really care about Tony, and his wonderful way with words. Bucky leaned forward, propping his crossed arms on your desk. He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, and close enough that your gaze immediately flickered towards his lips. “You said there’s nothing going on between us… What if I said there is something?”

         This conversation was heading in a direction you were not anticipating. Your jaw fell open again, eyes going wide with shock. “W-What?”

         Bucky stared at you. He seemed less confident now, with your expression of bewilderment so blatant. He started leaning back into his chair. “I’m sorry—was that too forward?”

         Now, you were dubious. Why wasn’t he referencing all the fangirl moments you’d have around him? Was he just oblivious? Since it appeared like he was embarrassed, for lack of a better word, you began to push forward in your seat; you latched a hand around his flesh arm. “N-No!” you shouted, before quieting, a blush on your face. “No… I just didn’t expect you to think that way about me, is all.”

         Bucky was the one to look dubious now. “I thought I was obvious about it.”

         “No, if anyone was obvious, it was me.” You laughed and shook your head. “Always giggling around you, and stuttering. And don’t get me started on the blushing. It’s like you’ve turned me into a schoolgirl again.”

         Bucky’s handsome face lit up with a smile. Not a smirk—a smile. It made your stomach do flips. “I guess I just didn’t think someone like you would like someone like me. I’m surprised… I even came up here. I was actually going to your office to ask you out on a date when… you and your brother talked, but when you said there was nothing going on, I just thought… And then you were avoiding Stark, which made me think maybe, you were lying, and maybe his words made you more angry than I thought.”

         That was the most Bucky had ever said to you. Maybe even around anyone in this Tower, including Steve—which made you feel smug inside. You smiled at him, and reached out a hand to lay gently on his jaw. “Well, you’re here now,” you told him softly.

         He smiled back at you. “Yeah. I am.” He cupped the back of your neck with his human hand and pulled you into a swooping kiss.

         You were shocked—completely shocked—by the amount of butterflies that lit up in your belly at the sensation of Bucky’s lips on yours. You thought the movies and books were lying when they said kissing was like a Fourth of July show. He tasted like coffee—black, no creamer and no sugar, the same way you liked your own coffee—and he smelled even more heavenly, making you nestle closer as the grip tightened on the hair at your nape. His lips grew harder against your own, moving passionately (as though both were pieces to the same puzzle) and it made you feel light, like you were airborne, the way he tasted and felt.

         So caught in this amazing feeling, you didn’t hear the door open. But you did hear the outraged noises that left whoever it was that barged in.

         “What the hell, Y/N?! Does this look like nothing to you?” your brother yelped, seeming completely bewildered by the sight of you and Bucky locked in a kiss.

         You pulled away, wracked with a sense of smugness at the deprived sound that left Bucky’s throat. You gave him a soft smile before moving your chair sideways to take a peek at the door. Tony was there, mouth fully popped open, pointing a finger between you and Bucky, like he was in utter disbelief; you were sure in that empty brain of his, he was praying for this to be nothing but a vicious nightmare, his greatest worries coming true.

         How sad it’d be when he woke up tomorrow morning to find that this was a reality, a reality not going anywhere anytime soon.

          You left your hand on top of Bucky’s as you said, “You know, Tony, it’s kind of rude to barge into a room without knocking first.”

         Tony spluttered, and gaped, raising an angry finger. Similar to how he acted when you called him a dickhead. “I’ll have you know—”

         “You own this place, you can do anything you want, you’re the great Tony Stark—blah, blah, blah.” You caught the amused smirk on Bucky’s face. And a startled look. He was probably confused about your banter with Tony; you could be talkative to people you really cared about, but the shyness came out in front of strangers and groups. You threw Tony a frown. “Listen, Tony—I get that you think you have some sort of sibling protection rules you live religiously by, but let’s be a little bit more lenient about my dating life… Okay? Okay. Now please—get out and go gossip to the Avengers about me. I know you really want to.”

         An outraged look appeared on Tony’s face. “Don’t think this is over!” he said angrily, before he was sweeping out of your office; there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was heading to the Avengers to mope and ask for advice on how to sabotage your relationship.

         You sighed, looking back at Bucky. He was already looking at you, and he was smirking. “Dating, huh?” he said, sounding pleased.

         You swatted at him playfully; now that you knew he didn’t hate you, it was much easier to be comfortable with him. “Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

         And he did.

[cptn-stvngrntrgrs]

post snap romanogers prompt pls! a little angsty from the start then fluff in the end and please include a bruce/natasha closure (not many people write about them) angsty but fluff all the way!

+ Detailed Romanogers Endgame Trailer please maybe add a plot twist (secretly a couple or married) we need a lot of these!

omg hello anon(s), sorry this took so long! too much schoolwork!! i wanted to get this out before endgame so please enjoy this! + the two prompts were very similar so i decided to combine them! THANKS for the prompts! 

Title: where else would i be?

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

They might be heroes, but they’re still just human after all. Steve and Natasha deal with the aftermath of the snap.

angst, post-IW, i tried to put as much fluff as i can in respect to the current situation

Steve woke up, his chest heaving, and covered in sweat. He sat up abruptly, feeling the world spin around him. Digging the heels of palm into his eyes, he rested his back on the headboard and weakly peered an eye open to look at the time. 3:27 am. His face felt sticky and swollen - probably from all the crying and lack of sleep as they tried to comprehend what just happened. So it wasn’t just a dream, he thought. It’s been less than 36 hours since the “Snap”, as they ruefully call it. In just a literal snap, Steve’s life came tumbling. He lost Bucky, again, Sam, and so much more. They lost half the universe. They lost. If only he- Steve shook his head. He could’ve done so much to prevent Thanos, but alas, it wouldn’t have been enough. His own efforts weren’t enough.

Sighing deeply again, he looked down on the lump next to him. Natasha looks so peaceful when she sleeps, though her forehead was scrunched up, just like she was thinking in a mission or she’s upset about something. Steve reached down and gently rubbed the crease in her forehead, making her more relaxed in her sleep. Despite everything, Steve let out a small smile, and slowly stood up the bed, trying to make less sounds and movements as possible as to not wake her. This has been the first time they all had actual sleep since they went to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision.

He made his way to the kitchen to drink some milk. It took him multiple times to get the right switch on - he’s stayed at T’Challa’s for numerous times already but his mind is just not with him that time. It felt weird, walking around Wakanda like this, especially knowing that he’s partially responsible for bringing the fight here. Although no one has outright said it, Steve does blame himself for that. He underestimated Thanos and his mission, but he just couldn’t bare the thought of losing Vision if there’s a way to save him. He didn’t want Wanda to lose that one thing that’s helping her stay sane, he-. Steve stopped his thoughts in its tracks. He just knew that he has to make this right and that he has a lot of apologizing to do.

Steve took the glass of warm milk with him and stood by the window overlooking Wakanda. It’s dark so there isn’t much to see, but still, through the fog, he can see it - the destruction, the fight’s after effects. He shut his eyes tightly, took a sip of milk, and focused on happy memories. He stood here with Bucky when he was first out of cryo - helping him remember who he is, talking about the good ol’ days. When he got to talk to his best friend about the 1930s like it was just yesterday.

Steve sniffed, feeling a whole new wave of emotion about to overtake him. That was until he felt two arms around his waist, hands clasped on top of his abdomen. He felt Natasha rest her head on his back and heard her inhale deeply. “Please don’t leave me,” her voice was quiet, but it resonated in the dark room, and Steve’s heart ached. The rest of the team - those of them who are left - had an unspoken rule of not leaving each other alone. They were scared, paranoid even, since they weren’t sure if that elimination of the snap was really over. Seeing someone they love disappear in front of their eyes, and into literal thin air, has been really traumatizing.

Steve set the glass down on the windowsill and turned around to envelope Natasha in his arms. She settled into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Steve used his thumb to gently rub circles on her back, a motion that he noticed really helped calm her down.

“I’ll never, ever, leave you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He remembered the moments after the snap, seeing Bucky turn to dust in front of him and Vision into a lifeless machine. He remembered the panic that numbed him, not knowing where Natasha was. But he was paralyzed, unable to move and comprehend what really happened. He wanted to run, to scream for her name just to make sure that she’s alive, but he couldn’t. And only when Natasha ran back to them - to him - that he felt that he actually lived. Steve could feel the remnants of that sheer panic and he hugged her a little bit tighter because even now, he’s still thanking his lucky stars that he has her in his arms.

–

“I thought I lost you too,” Steve broke the silence between them. They went back to their room after Steve finished his milk but neither of them could sleep.

“Hm?” Natasha hummed, blinking her eyes sleepily. She was curled into his side, his arms around her. She feels a little bit warm from the heat he’s emitting but she learned to get used to it, and besides, he feels like a very warm comfortable blanket.

“After the snap. I didn’t see you right away and I got scared,” Steve explained, voice low. Natasha peeks up at him. His eyes are glued to the ceiling but he’s absentmindedly playing with her. Even in the darkness, she could still make out the sparkle in his eyes and the threat of tears that come with them.

Natasha stayed silent, not really knowing what to say. She felt the same thing - fear, panic, and everything in between. But this is the first time Steve opened up about what happened. They spent the past days and a half scouring for ways to undo the snap, for ways to fight Thanos. Doing damage control, looking for people. There was no time for emotional talks, although everyone’s puffy and red eyes do speak for themselves.

“When Bucky disappeared… I lost him again… Then so many more followed, and I-” Steve’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “And I thought you were one of them…” he continued. He shifted, flinging an arm over his eyes. Natasha pressed a soft kiss on his chest but, her reminder that she’s still there. “I was so scared and a million thoughts flew through my mind but my main focus was you, Nat, I couldn’t lose you. You’re the most important person in my life and god knows what I’ll do if you were one of them.” Natasha’s heart ache and she teared up at that.

She sat up and propped herself on top of Steve, her elbows on either side of him, holding herself up. He moved his arm away from his eyes and she cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears. “Steve, I’m here, I’ll never leave you,” she assured him and leaned down to kiss him.

Steve smiled into the kiss and Natasha felt him relax under her. She pulled back for a little bit to rest her forehead over his and closed her eyes. “Good, because I can’t live without you.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle, pecking his lips one more time. “God you’re cheesy.”

“I’m just being honest,” Steve reasoned. Natasha shifted and lowered herself so she can once again use Steve’s chest as a pillow. She learned this is the best place to be if she wants to sleep well, especially when they were at uncomfortable motels after missions.

“You’re always honest,” she mumbled, hoping Steve would catch her point. And judging by the way his chest vibrated from his laugh, she’s certain that he did.

–

The next day was planned to be a lowkey day. Instead of spending it by crazily trying to figure out the move against Thanos, they decided to try a calmer approach. Besides, they were waiting for Fury’s “contact”, who’s supposed to arrive soon. They hope.

Natasha and Steve decided to take a break from monitoring Thanos’s actions by playing video games on the couch in the living room. Although there were enough couches for the two of them to comfortably sit in, they just had to be attached at the hip in one couch, with Natasha practically tucked under Steve. Their legs are tangled together and stretched out in front of them as their focus are on their games. They were giggling to themselves and completely in their own bubble.

Rhodey and Okoye were drinking coffee by the kitchen islanda and watching the two of them. Okoye then looked at Rhodey with raised eyebrows, tipping her mug towards the two, as if to ask, “what’s with them?” but Rhodey just shrugged. He suspected there might be something going on there but he was never exclusively told so. However, the scene in front of him gives him more than enough evidence to prove his conclusion.

Bruce walked in the room, having just woken up, and rubbing his eyes. He stopped halfway in and stared at Steve and Natasha, who were both engrossed in their game that they didn’t notice the doctor sauntering in. Rhodey’s eyes widened at seeing Bruce all but stare at the couple on the couch. He looked plastered in his place and Rhodey internally winced. “Doctor Banner, you’re up!” He called out, which seemed to snap Banner out of staring at the two.

He saw Steve’s and Natasha’s head shoot up and scan the room, eyes landing on Bruce four feet away from them. The room stilled and an awkward silence came upon them. Okoye looked between Bruce, Natasha, and Steve and frowned. She had a weird feeling about this….

“Care to have some breakfast? You could just let us know what you want and one of the chefs, uh, I mean, the chef can make it,” Rhodey offered, breaking the silence. Bruce looked at him, and blinked, looking confused.

“U-uh, y-yeah, yeah, um, give me a second, I forgot something in my room…” Bruce trailed off and went back through the way he came in.

Steve and Natasha looked at each other quietly. Rhodey watched them intently, knowing that the two are having some kind of freaky telepathic conversation that people who know each other well seem to be able to do. After a few more moments of starring, Natasha untangled herself from Steve and stood up, following Bruce, as Rhodey can only assume. Steve looked at him and Okoye, ears turning red, and offered them a sheepish smile. Rhodey smiled back and took a sip of his coffee, making a face at Okoye’s confused look.

–Natasha knocked on Bruce’s open bedroom door, seeing him pace back and forth into the room. “Uh, hey Bruce, can we talk?”

Bruce all but jumped up in surprise, blinking at her for a second before nodding wordlessly. He sat on the edge of his bed and Natasha looked around, grabbing a chair and setting it in front of him for her to sit on. She would sit next to him but… awkward….

“Um, I know it’s been a while, and the last I saw you you were, uh…” Natasha trailed off, looking at him and hoping for him to continue, but Bruce can only nod. “Yeah.. and we looked for you but we just couldn’t find you. Tony has worked tirelessly to track the quinjet but it seemed like you just disappeared.”

Bruce cleared his throat and let out a puff of hair. “Oh.. yeah. Um. The quinjet brought me to Sakaar,” Natasha furrowed her brows in confusion and Bruce waved a hand, “long story, I can explain later with Thor’s help.”

“Okay… well, you know, um, that’s been kind of a few years ago. Steve and I trained the New Avengers. Then eventually, I think you kinda know about how Tony and Steve had a fallout, and long-story short, the team broke up, Steve, Sam, and I went rogue, fighting the battles that the team should be fighting, but couldn’t. And you know… in the process of it,” Natasha glanced at Bruce, who was staring intently at her, but she looked away again, “Steve and I… got together.”

Natasha looked back at Bruce, trying to judge his reaction. He remained speechless, but he smiled after a while. “Wait, were you scared of telling me this?” he asked. Natasha frowned and shrugged. “Nat, hey, I know we had a…” he paused, trying to look for the right words, “thing. But that’s okay, it’s in the past. I know you all thought I was dead. It would be selfish of me to ask for you to wait. I’m glad you moved on, and with Steve too. I can tell he might have had feelings for you since back then.” Bruce explained.

Natasha processed what he just said and blinked at him. “Really?” she asked, to which Bruce nodded. “Wow,” she blew out a breath and chuckled. “I thought you’d be upset.” Bruce shook his head.

“Like I said, it’s been a while. You guys are my friends, my family, of course I wouldn’t be upset.” he reassured. They stood up and gave each other a brief hug before walking back to the living room.

Once there, they found Thor and Rocket already awake, eating breakfast at the table with Rhodey and Okoye. Steve was taking something out from the fridge and he glanced at Natasha and Bruce and back to her. He raised his eyebrows and she gave him a smile, in which he reciprocated towards her and Bruce.

Natasha sat down on the seat across from Thor, and Steve took the seat next to her shortly, after preparing her coffee and setting it down in front of her. She took it and gave him a thankful smile. Steve reached for the bread basket in front of them and put a freshly toasted bagel on Natasha’s plate as she sips her coffee and checks the message she just received.

Steve just finished putting cream cheese on one of the slices of Natasha’s bagel and was reaching for the other one when Thor, who was quietly chewing on a piece of plain bread rolls, let out a noise. “Hmm.” Natasha and Steve looked up at the people around the table. Being so engrossed in their own routine - their own world - they didn’t notice that the small chatter died down and everyone was looking at them. Thor narrowed his eyes and looked back-and-forth between the two, “How long have you been fancying each other?” he bluntly asked.

Steve looked at him with wide eyes but Natasha just smiled. “It’s been a while,” she answered calmly.

Thor thought about it for a moment before nodding wisely to himself and grinned. “I like it!”

Steve smiled shyly and glanced at Natasha, meeting her eyes. They could hear each other thinking, We like it, too.

[killer-barnes]

Angry Game Play

*Okay, but this gif though, I want this.

Bucky Barnes x Shy Reader

Summary: Reader is obnoxiously loud playing video games and Bucky decides to check it out. 

Word Count: 1,552

Warnings: language (sorry, just expect it in every fic I do), yelling, video games, and a lot of fluff. 

A/N: Alright, I don’t know if I really like this all that much. I suck with titles, I’m shaking my head at this one. Let me know what you guys think, please! I’d seriously love some feedback. P.S this gif though? I was like, hmm I wonder what I could use. Lol perfect. Anyways, enjoy!

Being a nerdy, shy girl wasn’t anything new for you or the team. You’ve always been obsessed with tech and video games ever since you were little. It was a part of you that couldn’t be taken away.

It comforted you and in a way, truly expressed who you are. Your shy nature definitely affects the way you act around people, especially those who were obviously more outgoing than you. It’s not that you hated being shy, you just wish you could speak without becoming a stammering mess. It was honestly difficult and exhausting trying to talk to people. 

That’s why you resorted to tech. This, in return, gave you the opportunity to work at Stark Tower, with the Tony Stark. 

You’ve been working at the tower for more than a year now. Your job wasn’t too difficult. It just consisted of you fixing certain electronics around the tower if they stopped cooperating. Sometimes Tony would let you hang out in the lab with him and Bruce, though. You enjoyed time with Bruce, you felt like he understood you well. 

Steve and Bucky always need help with their smartphones. It’s hilarious watching them try and figure everything out, until they come to you, begging for some guidance.

You and Steve were pretty close, but when it came to Bucky, you always felt overwhelmingly flustered and nervous around him, especially being the shy, awkward person you are. You had obvious feelings for Bucky and everyone knew that, but him of course.

Since it was the weekend, you decided to spend it playing video games because why not? It’s not like you have anything better to do. Plus, it was such an overcasty, rainy day. You wanted to be lazier than usual, if that was even possible.

Getting up from your warm, fluffy bed, you walk over to your collection of video games, deciding which one sparked your interest. You were trying to choose between several Legend of Zelda games, a few action packed shooting ones, and your never ending pile of Mario games.

Before deciding, you changed out of your pajamas into some leggings and a loose sweatshirt, returning to where your choices were splayed on the floor.

Fuck, I hate being so indecisive. 

You thought as you pondered your selections. Playing it safe, you finally pick Mario Kart. It’s been forever since you’ve played it and you loved racing games anyway.

After inserting the disk into the console, you head back to your bed and turn on the TV, while making yourself comfortable. As the game title appears, you enter into the game and quickly pick the character you love most, in this case it was Dry Bones. You loved the weird sound he made, for some odd reason.

After that, you had to pick the race track of your choice. Being all high and mighty you picked Rainbow Road.

Pfft, I’ve won this so many times before. I got this.

You smirked to yourself, pressing enter. Suddenly, you remembered how loud you actually got when you played and hurriedly paused the race and turned towards your bedside table. You plugged in your phone and played the  Revolution Radio album by Green Day. It pumped you up and made the  playing experience even more intense. 

Everyone in the tower knew that once you did this, you couldn’t be disturbed. Even though the rooms were somewhat soundproof, they could still hear your music blasting. None of the avengers knew what you were really doing. They didn’t want to ask, afraid of invading your personal space. 

You tend to be a yeller when playing video games, so this was the best way to cover it up without them thinking someone was attacking. You couldn’t help it. It was intense and you were always in the zone!

Pressing play, you mentally prepare yourself. The race begins and you start off at a solid third place.

After an easy first lap, you know something bad is going to happen. As you make your way past Daisy in second place, you hear that familiar ding, ding, ding sound of the red shell behind you.

“That little FUCKER! Oh, you’re so dead.” You shout, the music covering every word.

For the Avengers down stairs, they continue their regular day activities. Steve is cleaning around the tower, Bruce and Tony are hanging out in the lab, as usual. Wanda and Vision went out to the market no matter how many weird looks Vision would get, and Natasha and Clint were training, figuring out new fighting techniques for the next mission. That leaves Sam and Bucky who were currently in the living room. Sam is quietly enjoying a show on the TV, while Bucky is trying to focus on reading his book.

Every thump he hears from you upstairs makes him sigh angrily and look at Sam.

“Dude, stop looking at me. I can’t do anything about it. Just go ask Y/N to turn it down.” Sam softly says, directing his attention from the TV to Bucky.

Bucky looks at him with a confused expression, “I would, but she won’t listen to me. She barely even looks at me! I mean, yeah it’s annoying, but I- I don’t know. I’ll try.” He sighs and heads up towards your courtiers.

As Bucky walks down the hall, the music increases in volume. He can’t hear anything but the music. 

How the hell can she do anything with it that loud? 

Forming a fist, he tries knocking at a reasonable rate so it doesn’t seem angry or irritated. Of course, you can’t hear it since your shouting at the top of your lungs at Luigi, who just knocked you out of first place.

“What the fuck was that, man? I thought we were FRIENDS!” You shouted at the screen, not even acknowledging the knock on the door.

Bucky, however, heard a few words since the song playing was coming to an end. He couldn’t take it and busted through your door.

“What the shit! You’re going to get it now, Brows-”, your shout coming to a stop as you see Bucky standing in the entrance of your room, confused and a light pink dusted across his cheeks.

You feel your cheeks beat red like a tomato and eyes widen as you realize who’s in your room.

Fuck me… Was I really that loud?

You thought, mentally face palming and feeling even more embarrassed.

“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt your fun, but could you maybe turn it down, please?” Bucky said, looking into your eyes with a curious expression.

Face beating even more than before, you stutter, “I-I, uh s-sorry. I didn’t u-uh, t-think anyone heard m-me.” Looking down at your controller instead of Bucky’s piercing eyes, while running a hand quickly through your hair anxiously.

“It wasn’t you, doll. Your music was just a bit loud.” He added with a chuckle, causing you to smile at the sound.

“O-oh, well, I-uh get a little into i-it and I use the music to cover m-my yelling.” You state, nervously chucking.

Bucky takes a step in towards you, crossing his arms against his chest. “Get a little into what exactly?”

You turn towards the screen and point, Bucky’s eyes wandering to the screen against the wall.

Oh right, he probably doesn’t understand what this is…

You think, mentally slapping yourself. “Well, uh, i-it’s a video game. Y'know-w where you, uh use a controller an-nd play?” You say, having it come out more as a question. 

What the fuck was that? “Use a controller and ‘play’.” God that’s pathetic, Y/N.

Bucky, still looking confused as before, asks, “hmm, would you mind if I watched you then? It seems like… fun? Plus, it’s somethin’ we never had back in the day. I want to catch up on what I missed, y’know?” He honestly just wanted to hang out with you and have you open up to him. He didn’t know why you were so shy and isolated all the time. 

“Oh, uh-s-sure, if you want. I-uh, I-okay.” You nervously stuttered, looking away from his eyes.

You decide to take an easier course this time since you didn’t want Bucky to think you were crazy, nor did you want him to leave. What a nightmare that would be.

Bucky joins you on the empty side of your bed, grabbing a blanket off the floor and wrapping himself in it.

Settling on Moo Moo Meadows, you started the race. Soon enough, Donkey Kong lingered behind you with a green shell, totally knocking you out of fourth place all the way back to eleventh. Reminding yourself not to yell, you quietly mumbled a few curse words, hoping Bucky wouldn’t hear your frustration.

After a couple minutes, Bucky speaks up from watching you. “I can see why you get angry. I’d be pissed if I was hit with whatever the hell that was,” while laughing.

You kept your concentration on the screen, blushing lightly and adding a chuckle, thankful he understood. You didn’t want to let your guard down all the way. Scaring him away isn’t something you’d forgive yourself for. Especially over a stupid game like Mario Kart. 

After picking another course, you couldn’t contain your anger for the current situation. As you were turning the corner and in first place, Toad was right behind you and decided to push you off the corner. Along with that, you were blasted with a bomb.

Before you could shout your frustrations, you hear a voice beside you, “What the HELL was that?! That’s absolute bullshit!”

You turn towards Bucky with wide eyes and scream, “Right?! What the actual fuck was that?”, while throwing the controller. 

You see Bucky get up, thinking he was going to leave. But he ends up grabbing the other controller and sits down beside you again.

Turning to look at you with a serious expression he says, “let’s get this motherfucker.”

[superhusbands4ever]

Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

And In The Silence That Follows by lazywriter7 - Civil War fix it (kinda) - 20K - Now a series!

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he's ever going to be able to mend things between them.

**Proof Positive Series by MegaraNoelle - Superfamily & SO MUCH FEELS - 362K - WIP

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there's a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he's going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers', as they grow up, and grow in life.

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WinterIron (Bucky/Tony)

Even Darkness Must Pass by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) - Dad!Tony, Super cute - 15K

Someone requested a story where Tony has a shy/withdrawn child that had trouble warming up to the other Avengers, but likes Bucky right away. Their friendship helps Bucky heal post Winter Soldier. Combined with a prompt asking for nerd love, where Bucky had read the Hobbit back in the day, and Tony introduces him to Lord of the Rings.

“Fake it till you make it,” Bucky whispered to himself, swallowing around his panic. Sam had drilled the idea into him, and it had become a mantra of sorts, something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was blend into the shadows and disappear.

“You’ll be fine.”

Steve placed a warm, strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezed, his super soldier ears having picked up Bucky uttering the now familiar saying.

Bucky nodded, tried to believe his own words, and followed Steve onto the common floor, a wall of sound hitting them as they entered.

Play Date by Akira_of_the_Twilight - De-aged!Tony, Protective!Bucky - 27K

“Forgive me, Captain," FRIDAY said. "I needed a moment to be certain I hadn’t erred, but based on my facial recognition systems, I can safely say that Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson have located Tony.”

“What the fuck?” Bucky rose to his feet.

The kid tried to run, but Sam caught the rugrat and restrained him.

“Let me go!” The kid struggled. “My dad isn’t going to pay any ransom. You’re just wasting your time.”

Ransom? Facial recognition?

Bucky stared at the kid—really looked at his face.

Amber eyes, oval face, olive skin, strong but narrow chin, a slightly larger than normal forehead, and a nose somewhere between small and medium in size.

“Oh, fuck. Tony?”

The tears were back in Tony’s eyes. “Fuck you, you assholes!” He wiggled one arm free and punched Sam in the kneecap.

I’ll Be Your Bodyguard (If You Be My Security Blanket) by NarutoRox - De-aged!Bucky - 5K

When one of Loki's pranks gone wrong leaves the team with a young Winter Soldier in their care, they know they're going to have their hands full. Especially since this newer, tinier version of Bucky seems to have a bodyguard complex - and a particular attachment to Tony.

Stuckony (Steve/Bucky/Tony)

Just Far Enough by TheSopherfly - CACW Fix-It - *Heed the Warnings* - 52K

Tony couldn’t honestly remember how long it had been like this. Probably since the day he’d called T’Challa and offered his help. At first it had just been compulsive self-denial: you can’t eat until you’ve drafted your opening remarks, until you’ve finished your research, until you’ve rewritten every last colon and comma and apostrophe in those Accords so that everyone can come home.

Those goals had been realistic. Lately, they’d become impossible. Until everyone forgives you. Until you forgive yourself. Until you make up for every bad thing you’ve ever caused.

He was fine. He was coasting in a dangerous place, but he was fine. He wasn't taking it too far - just far enough.

Hellooo Nurse! Verse by themthere_taterthings - Medical AU, Nurse!Tony - 23K - WIP

Steve and Bucky are magnets for trouble and keep getting hurt in crazy ways. Tony is the ER nurse who is constantly treating them. One of them is always hitting on Tony, who's more than a little confused by the attention.

**Hide A Heart Of War by RayShippouUchiha - Soulmate AU, Soul Mark AU - SO MUCH ANGST - THIS HURT MY SOUL IT WAS SO GOOD - PERSONAL FAVORITE

“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.”

Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is.   Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

General Tony Feels

not so different, you and i by theapplepielifestyle - Stony, mostly IronWidow Bro-TP centric - 15K

Three years ago, the idea that Tony Stark being one of her best friends would have been something she’d laugh at.

Not even laugh- she’d have given whoever suggested it a dry look and changed the subject.

Supernanny by ashinan - Stony (background) - Mostly Team (and specifically Tony) Whump -  Sickfic - 9K

The one thing Coulson has never quite understood is where he gained the title of Supernanny.

**Stick With Us by petroltogo - High School AU - Tony Angst/Whump - Happy Ending - 4K

Prompt fill: can u write like a hs au, with avengers as a group of friends. they act like they think tony doesn't have feelings, they seem to never take him seriously and they often tease him or laugh at sth that actually hurts him (they dont know that it makes him feel bad) he usually just takes it, because he thinks he deserves it. but then he has just the worst day ever, and they make some comment abt sth and he just breaks and starts crying, cause he just wants someone to care abt him. they comfort him.

**Gone by nonna - Post-CACW - Gen, but can be read as WinterIron or IronPanther (I see more WinterIron) - Bucky, T’Challa, Wanda, Tony-centric - Blind!Tony - 47K - WIP

In the final fight scene of Captain America Civil War, Tony's helmet breaks off the armour after the relentless clashing it receives.

What if the harsh hits to his head create serious complications for Tony, and he loses his sight?

Special shout outs to @silly-nargles @thejaded-feather @beautiful-tyrant77 @iron_blue @arcreactorforaheart @thicketofwires @katharctic @martameetstumblr @biivory69 and @shiznosaur-blog for specifically letting me know about their interest in this idea and basically giving me the push to do this! Next list, February 28th!