#yelena belova x y/n stark

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Second Chance - Chapter 17

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Warnings: chemo treatment, mention of guilt, Tony is a worried father, mention of death (reader likes to make bad jokes)

Relationship: Yelena x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic), Tony x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 4.4k

The constant moving of Yelena’s hand up and down your back woke you up. It was soothing even though it pulled you out of sleep. The Black Widow’s presence was comforting even though your bones and mind ached—her warmth eased some of the pain. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stared at the Black Widow in your bed. You waking up went unnoticed by the blonde as her hand kept moving. She seemed lost in her own world, so you had time to observe her—observe the way her blonde hair was braided and some of the hair was pulled out of the braid from sleeping. The small hairs curtained around her face. The sun from the window bounced around the room, and the rays reflected in her green eyes. She was breathtaking. As long as you had, you would remind her.

A knot in your neck caused you to groan slightly, and her hand stopped moving. “Hi,” she spoke softly. “I am sorry if I woke you up.” You shook your head and rolled onto your back.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. Your throat was super dry, but reaching for your water seemed like an impossible feat. “What time is it?” You put your forearm over your eyes.

“8,” she answered. “You have treatment at 11.” Shit. You slept for a lot longer than you meant to. “Hey sweetheart,” you put your arm down and looked at her. “Why don’t you have your treatment here instead of at the cancer center?” You shook your head.

“No, I’m fine,” you sighed. “I just need one more hour. Can you wake me up at 9?” You asked her. She nodded.

“Of course,” you rolled onto your side and closed your eyes. There was no way you were going to have your treatment at the tower. That meant you weren’t doing well, and you were fine. Tired but fine.

*

Yelena watched your breathing even out. It took minutes before you were fast asleep. The blonde sighed and stood up. Not even her leaving the bed caused you to stir. “FRIDAY,” she whispered as she left your room and closed it behind her. “Can you tell Stark I need to speak with him?”

“Of course, Miss Belova,” the AI said. Yelena paced in front of your door until she heard Tony’s frantic knocking on the other side.

“She’s fine,” Yelena said while opening the door.

“Don’t do that.” Tony pushed past her and into your apartment. “If it’s not an emergency, tell FRIDAY to tell me that.” Yelena closed your door and stared at your father with her arms crossed. “Damn near gave me a heart attack.”

“Are you done?” Yelena asked. The man narrowed his eyes but nodded. “She is fine but exhausted.” She walked past Tony and walked into your kitchen. If you were stubborn about going, then at least Yelena could get your snack bag ready. “I suggested having her treatment here, but she said no.” Tony sighed and walked over to your coffee pot. He started the process of making a fresh pot.

“If I remember correctly, her mother was stubborn.” Yelena scoffed and opened up your fridge.

“And you are not,” she pulled out a bag of baby carrots. She saw Tony shake his head out of the corner of her eye.

“It seems to me,” the billionaire poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip. Yelena cringed at how easily he could consume the hot liquid. “She is stubborn about this because she wants to keep her autonomy,” Yelena stopped packing your snacks and turned to face him. The man was leaning against the cabinets. “If she has her treatment here, then she admits the chemo is affecting her.”

“But it is,” Yelena said, and there was no shame in that. The blonde saw how the simplest of things left you exhausted or the way you pushed your food around your plate. However, she understood the need to have control of your body. You needed to make your own choices, not the cancer’s. Yelena sighed. “Your daughter is stressing me out.” Tony laughed.

“Are you regretting being with her already?” Yelena shook her head.

“Never.” It was a blessing and a curse that she was with you. Tony smiled and squeezed her shoulder as he walked to the door.

“Good. Come get me if you need anything.” Yelena let out a slow breath when Tony left. It was strange how suffocating Yelena felt being in your living space. There was an aspect of who you were in every corner with your artwork on the wall to the scent of the candles you had lit. All Yelena wanted was for you to be close and safe in her arms, but that feeling felt overwhelming sometimes.

Yelena shook her head and saw your bag that you packed for treatment by the door. She grabbed it and dumped it on the counter. Cleaning out the trash, she repacked it. Before she placed your sketchbook back in, she felt the urge to flip through it.

The drawings were mostly of your travels and the animals you’ve seen. When she was about to put it away, she stopped on an unfinished drawing. It was of her. The day she took you to Central Park and the German Shepherd puppy ran up to her. You captured the pure joy on her face when the dog ran up to her. Yelena smiled and carefully ran her fingers over the pencil lines.

She would never forget that day. It made her realize how fragile life could be when you spoke about death and how important you were to her.

*

Yelena walked back into your room. Your position changed, but you were still fast asleep with your arms wrapped around the pillow she used and your face pressed against it. It pained Yelena to wake you up, but you asked her to. The slight movement of the bed caused your eyes to open. “Is my pillow that comfy, detka?” Yelena teased. You smiled and stretched before burying your face back into the pillow.

“Smells like you,” you whispered. “You left me, and I needed to cuddle with something.” Carefully, your hand moved up her arm and placed your hand behind your neck. It was hard to stop her body from shivering at your touch. “Kiss me,” you whispered. “Please.” You added on quickly.

It seemed natural for Yelena to close the distance between you and her. Your lips were soft against hers, a little dry as your body was dehydrated from you sleeping so long. But it was perfect. You moved Yelena closer to you until she was holding her weight off of you, caging your body with hers.

In this bubble of peace you created with your lips on hers and your hands on her skin, Yelena was buzzing. She felt like she was on fire. However, she had to stop. Slowly pulling away, Yelena looked down at you. Your lips were bruised, and your eyes were slightly blown out. She wondered if her own expression matched yours, but Yelena smirked and let her lips kiss your cheek and down the column of your throat. The small hitch in your breathing made the smile on Yelena’s face grow. You were so responsive to her touch. She rested her head on your shoulder and kissed the skin that wasn’t covered by your shirt. “It is time to get up, baby.” She glanced up at you as you groaned and threw your head back. “You could always—”

“No,” you gently pushed her off, and she landed next to you with a soft thud. “I’m good.” You sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. When you stretched your arms over your head, your shirt rose up. Yelena was mesmerized by the small section of your back. There were some imperfections, but you were so soft compared to her. “After a shower, I’ll be good to go,” you turned to look over your shoulder with a smirk. “And no, you can not join me. We would be very late if that was the case.”

Yelena felt the blush overtake her face, and she pulled a pillow over her face, groaning into the soft fabric. Your laughter was music to her ears as you walked into the bathroom. The pillow remained on her face until she heard the shower running. Slowly, she got up and walked over to your closet. She remembered the outfit you wore when you went to treatment together—simple, baggy, and comfortable. She tried to replicate that with the clothes she picked up. The door was cracked open, and Yelena easily placed the clothes on the sink.

“I packed your bag and a few snacks for you.” Yelena said, leaning against the wall. She wasn’t sure you heard her over the water.

“You did that,” you said in disbelief. Yelena smiled.

“Yeah, you are not alone in this.” Again, you were silent. It made Yelena’s anxiety worse because she knew you heard her.

“Thank you.”

*

Your friends in DC swore by weighted blankets. They went on and on about how it helped them sleep, quieted their mind, and comforted them when their anxiety got too much. However, you hated them. The blanket made you feel trapped and claustrophobic.

As you sat at the cancer center, a needle in your port, and Yelena sitting next to you, you felt like a blanket was over you. You could barely mumble a ‘thank you’ once the nurse left. Now your eyes were closed, and you basked in the weight that was suffocating. You wanted to rip it off. “Stop it,” you said with your eyes still closed. “Stop looking at me like that.” Yelena gasped.

“How did you—” you chuckled and shook your head. “How am I looking at you then, detka?”

“Like I am going to drop dead right here,” you teased with a smile.

“That is not funny.” Her tone was sharp, which made you finally open your eyes. You motioned for her to come closer. When you were able to put your hand on her cheek, her face softened.

“Right,” you whispered. “Sorry, not funny.” Yelena sighed and moved her chair closer to her. She kissed the palm of your hand and held it close to her lips. “I’m okay, Lena. Just a little tired today,” you closed your eyes. After your treatment was over, you would go back to the tower, and you would be tired and stuck there. Trapped. You hated feeling. Especially with how you were feeling, everyone would be hovering. That sounded awful. Maybe you could escape somewhere with Yelena this weekend. You groaned.

“What is wrong?” Your eyes opened at Yelena’s panic. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” you squeezed her hand. “Sorry, I was just thinking,” you sighed. “I want to do something with you this weekend,” you said as you reached for your water bottle that Yelena was quick to hand you. You thanked her with a smile and took a much-needed sip of water. “I want to get away, out of the tower. Seems a little impossible.” Yelena took your water bottle when you were done. Her green eyes were trained on your connected hands, and you could see her mind work a million different possibilities. It was cute. You pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear that pulled her out of her thoughts.

“We could go to Iowa.” Iowa? You were not expecting her to say that. Iowa is a state in the Midwest that borders the Mississippi, Missouri, and the Big Sioux Rivers. What the hell was in Iowa for a Black Widow?

“Iowa,” you said slowly. “What the hell is in Iowa? Besides nice people and corn.” Yelena laughed. The sound filled you with warmth, and it made you smile.

“The Bartons are in Iowa,” you raised her eyebrow in question. “Hawkeye.” OH! She could have said that from the beginning. “He retired to the countryside along with his wife and kids.” A small smile appeared on the blonde’s face. “It is probably my favorite place to go.”

“Then,” you managed to let go of Yelena’s hand and cupped her face. “We go to Iowa.”

*

“You are crazy! Do you know that? Do you know how insane this sounds? Just this morning you said it wasn’t a good idea for her to go to the cancer center; now you want to whisk her away to Iowa? Are you out of your mind?” Tony ranted.

Through her life, Yelena has been called a lot of things. Crazy was one of them, but it was a rare one. Yelena sighed as she filled a bag with medical supplies. The Black Widow was grateful Tony ran down to medbay after her meeting with Helen. The doctor suggested bringing things for extra hydration, such as gloves, alcohol swabs, needles, and a few bags of fluid. The plan was to leave tomorrow morning, stay until Sunday, and leave late afternoon. So Yelena grabbed two bags of fluid per day to be safe. “Call off the little vacay.” Yelena turned around to face him.

“No,” she said simply. “She was the one to suggest going away. I came up with Iowa. At least she is not going to France.” The blonde continued what she was doing. She knew you had your own supply of medication, but she wanted to grab extra. Tony continued his rant about the possibility of something happening.

“Look,” Yelena slammed her hands onto the table. His voice was giving her a headache. “Trust me that I will take care of her,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “Please.” Tony was quiet until she heard him slump into a chair with a sigh.

“I do trust you,” Yelena turned around to look at him. He was slumped back, and he looked tired. It looked like Yelena had never seen it before. “It’s just—”

“You are a worried father that feels a little out of their element,” Yelena guessed. Tony nodded. “Yeah, I get that.” She walked over to him and sat next to him. She felt a little lost as well. It wasn’t every day you were in a relationship with someone that had a life-threatening illness. “Nat is going to meet us there on Saturday. Laura is married to the most accident-prone Avenger I know.” The small jab at Clint got the man to laugh. “She will be okay, and if anything happens, we will come back here.” Tony nodded again.

“Pepper told me how she fell asleep in her office and she called you,” Yelena nodded. “You carried her back to her room without a second thought. Even this morning, you showed a level of care for her that I didn’t think was possible,” the blonde frowned.

“Are you trying to offend me?” She asked.

“No,” he answered and looked at her. “Are you worried about letting her in just for the possibility of losing her?” Yelena sighed and sat back in her chair. Her hands gripped onto her pants.

“All the time,” she admitted. “But like I told her, if she breaks my heart by leaving, then I am glad I gave it to her to break.”

*

“I’m so bored,” Kate whined as she lay on your bed. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed clothes and packed them into your bag.

“So sorry I’m so boring,” you teased.

“That is not what I said,” the archer defended. You knew that, but it was fun to poke fun at her. The small bag you were bringing was packed with your clothes, hygiene products, and medication. Your backpack was still packed with your sketchbook, tablet, and chargers from treatment. You needed to add a few more things, but that could wait. “Are you excited?” Kate asked. “To have your first couple vacation.”

“Didn’t expect it to be Iowa,” you huffed when you took the bag off the bed and sat down. “Expected it to be to the Bahamas or the Maldives.” Kate laughed and turned on her side to look at you. Her arm bent so her head could rest on her hand. Somehow her face got softer.

“This is kind of a big deal for her, taking you to Iowa,” she added. “Not even—” the archer’s voice trailed off.

“You know,” you mirrored the way she was lying. “I keep hearing snippets of this ex, but no one is telling me anything.”

“Did you ask Yelena?” You nodded. “And how did that go?”

“She almost bit my head off and not in the sexy way.” You deadpanned. Kate blinked at you. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“Please give a girl a heads up when you are about to have sex so I can leave the state.” You pushed on her shoulder, and she fell onto her back. “Rude,” she grumbled, but she returned back to her position. You smiled. “I can’t tell you,” your smile fell. “Not because I don’t want to. Mostly because I don’t really know what happened between her and Vicky.” Vicky. Ew. You hated that name. “She was nice, but I don’t know,” the archer shrugged. “She rubbed me the wrong way.”

Now you were curious. “Do I rub you the wrong way?” You asked. The archer smirked. Since she was facing you, she missed Yelena leaning against the doorway.

“I don’t know, baby. Why don’t we find out?”

“Kate Bishop,” you felt bad. It would have been easy to warn the archer of the Black Widow’s entrance, but you were a little mean at heart. Kate jumped out of her skin, falling onto the floor with a thud. She was quick to stand up. “You are on my side of the bed.”

“I wasn’t even under the covers,” Kate defended. The blonde rolled her eyes and walked over to you.

“Hi, baby,” she bent down to kiss your lips.

“And that is my cue to leave,” Kate clapped her hands. “See you guys at dinner.” She gave you finger guns while she walked backwards and out the door.

“Bye, Kit Kat,” you called after her and heard the door slam shut. Yelena sat by your head, and you moved your head to rest on your lap. The blonde was still sending daggers to her friend that wasn’t there. “Hey,” you said, and you used one of your hands to squeeze her cheek. “You are going to give her a heart attack.”

“Good,” she looked down at you. Her green eyes were soft, and there was no real bite to her words. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you answered, took her hands in yours, and played with the rings on her fingers. “Especially now that you are here.”

“Sap,” she smiled.

“Only for you,” you yelped when Yelena moved to rest her back on the headboard and moved you further up her chest. You liked it here—feeling the steady beat of her heart and each calm breath she took.

“Stark is not happy we are leaving,” you hummed. Her hands began to massage the deep knots in your shoulders.

“I’ll talk to him at dinner.” It was team dinner tonight with bonding after. Kate told you that Bruce was arriving back tonight, and you were excited to meet the doctor. “You have magical hands,” you groaned.

“Is that so?” The blonde chuckled. “And here I thought you wanted Kate’s hands on you,” she kissed your shoulder. Again she chuckled as your body tensed up. “Or am I misremembering it?” Her lips touched every part of your skin she could reach. “She wanted your hands on her.”

“You sat up and turned to sit on her lap. There was a playful smirk on her face, but there was no hiding the vulnerability in her green eyes. The fear. You trailed your finger up and down her chest, watching it slowly rise and fall. “Your hands,” you whispered. “Are the only ones I want on me.” It was sudden. The way she flipped you onto your back and covered your body with hers. Her lips were on your neck and caused a gasp to escape your lips.

“So sensitive,” she teased. You laughed and put your hands on the back of her head, forcing her to look at you. “What is it?” She questioned.

“Just want to look at you,” you whispered. “You are beautiful.” The blush covered her cheeks, and she hid her face in your shoulder. You smiled, running your hands up and down her back. Her body sagged against you. The weight was comforting. It felt safe and warm.

*

After dinner, you sat with the Young Avengers, plus MJ and Ned. Yelena was right when she said they were always here, but they were nice. America started the game. It started off as simply hypothetical scenarios—what would you say to a jealous GPS or to your shoulder if it wanted to lead instead of follow? Then MJ asked a thought-provoking one—what would you say to time if time could answer back? The question stumped you, and you remained quiet as your friends went back and forth. The only person that adopted your silence was Yelena. She seemed lost in her head too.

What would you say to time? A million possibilities raced through your head. Why was her time up and not hers? Why is time moving so fast when you wanted it to slow down? “Hey kid,” you were thankful for Tony’s sudden interruption. He was standing next to Dr. Banner. “Do you have a minute?” You nodded, but before leaving with Tony, you looked at Yelena—a silent question passed through you both. Are you okay if I leave? She gave you a smile, nodded, and followed the duo to the kitchen. “Bruce, this is my daughter. Y/n, meet Bruce Banner,” Tony nudged the doctor with his shoulder. “This one might be smarter than both of us.” Bruce gave you a soft smile.

“Not very hard to be smarter than you, Tony,” the doctor teased him. Tony let out a dramatic gasp.

“Why do I put up with you?” He questioned. You chuckled with a shake of your head.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Banner,” you offered him your hand. At first he hesitated, but soon his hand contacted yours in a brief handshake. “I read your work on the structural dynamics of oxidoreductases.” You noted the surprise on Bruce’s face.

“Did you read that when you were 10?” Tony teased. You felt your body heat up from being called out.

“I was 13, thank you,” you said and slapped the billionaire on the shoulder.

“Impressive,” Bruce said, then turned to look at Tony. “You may be right. She is smarter than the both of us.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey Snicker doodle,” you huffed at the annoying nickname Kate gave you. She heard you call her Kit Kat, and all throughout dinner she had been testing candy-themed nicknames. This one wasn’t bad compared to the others. “We are going to play cards. Wanna join?”

You hesitated. It sounded fun, but you wanted to talk more with Bruce. The man was fascinating, brave, and maybe a little stupid for testing his own creation on himself. “Go hang out with them,” Bruce made the decision for you. “We can discuss the complexities of structural biology and enzymology another night.” You smiled.

“I’ll hold you to that, Doctor Banner,” you said. “It was nice to meet you.” You gave them a wave before walking back to your friends. Quickly, you smacked Kate on the back of her head. “Snicker doodle,” you said, ignoring her ‘ouch.’ The hit wasn’t that hard. “Really?”

“What?” The archer complained. “I liked that one.”

“As did I,” Yelena put her arms around you.

“You both are so annoying,” you mumbled with no real hatred in your voice.

*

“It’s impressive,” Tony pulled his eyes away from you to look at his friend. The doctor was pulling out the leftovers from the fridge to build himself a plate. He returned to the tower after dinner was done and put away. Tony wondered how long he was going to stay. He looked better than the last time he was here—the bags under his eyes weren’t as dark.

The Blip changed him like it did with all the members of the team that survived those 5 years. But Bruce carried around so much guilt Tony never understood why. “She looks so much like you,” Tony wasn’t convinced. Sometimes he would stare at you and try to find himself in your features. He saw more of Jessica than himself.

“Really? I don’t see it.” Bruce shrugged.

“Because you don’t see the look in your eyes when you are working in the lab,” he put the plate in the microwave to heat up the food. “It was the same look she had when she brought up my paper.” Tony stood next to him, his back against the counter as he watched you.

It seemed like you were playing spoons, and Wanda and Vision joined the game. Your laughter mixed with the others, and it tugged at Tony’s heart. “Have you thought about what I asked you?” He kept his voice low so no one could hear them. “A way to cure her without using bone marrow.” Bruce opened the microwave when it beeped.

“I have some ideas,” the doctor sighed. “I’ll have to run some tests.” Tony nodded. “But Tony,” the billionaire looked at his friends; Bruce was staring at his food as if he was gathering the courage to eat. “Have you considered she doesn’t want to be saved?” Bruce’s comment froze Tony to the spot. It transported him to the time Bruce openly admitted to trying to kill himself. At the time, it was such a throwaway comment, but Tony thought about it a lot.

“I would never force her,” Tony said. “But I want to give her options.” Bruce nodded.

“I’ll be in the lab,” he said. “Working late.” The doctor walked towards the lab before Tony could respond. He sighed. Gods, he needed a drink. When you laughed again, Tony couldn’t look at you. Instead, he walked over to Pepper and Morgan. A heaviness threatened to drown him, and he was struggling to fight the tide.

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Wedded Under War: Chapter Three

Pairing - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, slight Bestfriend!Steve Rodgers x Reader Summary - The stress of the new mafia coming into town leads you and Yelena to let your hair down at a local bar. A few drinks in and you come up with the idea to visit Barnes.  Warnings - Mentions of violence, alcohol use, sexual implications  Words - 2.1K

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The information laid heavy on your heart. All of it seeming to consume you in that moment as you sat on one of Tony's leather sofas, sipping at a glass of bourbon. You should have known there was more to this than what they were telling you. When wasn't that your position they put you in?

The apartment was empty at this time. Steve and Natasha had returned to their own homes while Tony had taken Pepper to somewhere fancy. For a moment, you appreciated the silence until it made your thoughts too loud to ignore. The only thing that broke you out of such was the click of the front door opening. Instinct took over as you reached for your gun that laid over the glass coffee table.

You aimed it at the intruder, only to find Yelena Belova staring back at you with a laugh. Sighing, you placed the weapon back down and returned to your whisky. "I see the meeting with Barnes put you on edge." She observed, waltzing over towards the sofa as she threw herself down beside you.

"Tony's not here." You informed. Yelena only ever made an appearance when Tony needed some dirty work doing. She was good at her job, didn't ask questions, and got the job done every time. It was no surprise when you found out she was Natasha's sister; they shared their career motivation that was for sure.

Yelena shrugged and leaned further back into the pillows. "Guess I have the night off then." Her thick Russian accent hit your ears with a breath. A moment passed when you didn't say anything and the girl took it as an opportunity to take in your state. "I hear you found out, about the tracksuit mafia. Harsh way to get word that's for sure."

"Tony should have told me." You thought aloud. "So should have Steve," Your head turned to face the blonde at your next words, "And Natasha."

"Oh, don't start with me." Her hands threw up in defence, "I agree with you. But they like the idea of the little Stark being protected, safe from that side of things."

"I'm only a few years younger than Natasha!" You argued. "Hell, there's not much between us."

She could only shrug, "I'm not plagued with the Stark name."

You took another gulp of your drink until it was empty, "Lucky you." A huff fell from your lips as your back fell into the sofa so hard you thought it might swallow you hole. Your gaze fell to Yelena as an idea crossed your mind. "You wanna go out?"

She barely looked at you as she considered it, shrugged and said, "Sure."

So, with such a simple answer, the two of you threw on some different clothes and headed to one of the most bustling spots in the city. Roxy's was a bar in the midst of the downtown. The perfect spot, neutral ground, owned by an up-and-coming DJ rather than your brother or Barnes. Not to mention, the drinks were much cheaper.

You ordered a martini while Yelena stuck to the whisky. The two of you turned, facing the different crowd of drunken New Yorkers. Some groups conversing over booths, some others on the dance floor who were far too drunk for 10 pm and then the two of you leant against the front of the bar simply observing.

"Do you ever wish you had that?" You queried, staring over at the group of girls on the dance floor who seemed to not have a care in the world. Waltzing around in short dresses, letting their drinks sway in their hands as they danced alongside prying men. Something you would have been shunned for doing, told you knew better than to be so stupid and reckless.

"What?" Yelena laughed as she glanced between the girls and yourself. "Embarrassing myself in front of a couple of jocks? No, not really."

Your head tilted at Yelena. "Not at all? You don't wish you had maybe gone to college, had some fun? Rather than spending your life obeying orders from my brother? Holding a gun everywhere you go? Always looking over your shoulder?" 

Yelena practically sighed in her drink. "I've not had enough for this conversation."

"So you do?"

The girl thought for a moment, gazing back at what could have been. "I did the best with what I was given. This life," She gestured to where they were standing, and what they were drinking. "It's not so bad as what I've had in the past." You nodded at her words before feeling her shoulder nudge against your own. "Real question is, why didn't you? All that Stark money, surely it bought a one-way ticket to some Ivy League."

"You'd think so." You took another long sip from the alcohol. "Tony wanted me close. Maybe I was naive to think I could build a nice life while in the job."

"And now you don't think you'll have that life with Barnes." She realised.

You almost giggled at her words because the answer was so obvious. "Come on, it's Bucky Barnes we're talking about. What nice things can you say about him?"

"He does have a nice house." She offered.

"Yeah, I just have to live with him." The pros did not outweigh the cons that was for sure.

You watched as Yelena chugged the rest of her drink, sitting the empty glass firmly back on the bar stool. She spun back around, facing you as she extended her hand. "Come on then,"

With knitted brows, you asked, "What?"

"You want a taste of the college life, whatever bullshit you're yearning for, let's do it."

Your mind wanted to decline at first, but the careless expressions on the girls were all too enticing. You wanted that. Even if it was just for one night, you wanted to pretend there wasn't a worry taunting you. To forget of the marriage that awaited you, of the violent mafia which were on their way. It was calling you. So, without a second thought, you interlocked your fingers with Yelena as she pulled you onto the dance floor.

A chorus of cheers came from the group of girls who no longer danced alone. You painted a smile at your lips, attempting to not keep giving second glances to anyone you would normally label a risk. Instead, you kept your eyes on Yelena, sipping at your drink as the music blared through your ear drum. 

You gulped on your drink until it was empty. Yelena going to buy the next round. Before you knew it, you were four rounds deep and truly, you didn't have so much of a care for what might go wrong. It hadn't even crossed your mind the idea that someone might be about to pull a gun out. For the moment, it was nice. Until a tipsy idea slipped through your thoughts. Something Steve had said yesterday. You might not have a choice in marrying Barnes, but you might be able to control what you could get out of it.

Your swaying slowed in the realisation. And you suddenly had the urge to go confront the man at that very moment - despite the fact it was reaching midnight. "Yelena," You called.

The girl flicked her hair around as to face you, her expression moulded into one of concern when she took in your stance. "What is it?"

Your gaze drew from the floor, "I'm gonna go talk to Barnes."

"You're gonna what-?" You were already turning to leave until Yelena's hand caught your own, "Y/n, what the hell are you thinking?"

"I'm just talking to him." You assured.

She looked at you as if you had gone insane. "It's midnight." She pointed out.

But, to her shock, you had simply shrugged, "I know." You continued walking, only gazing back at the girl as you spoke, "Get home safe." You had no doubt she would. Yelena Bolvova had made it evident she knew how to take care of herself.

So you called over a taxi, slipping into the back as you gave him Barnes' address. You followed the same route, exiting the bustling nightlife of New York. In its replacement, you were left with the Barnes Manor. You left the taxi, practically throwing money at him as you headed towards the bodyguards at the door. "Can we help you?" Asked one of them.

"I'm here to see Barnes, tell him little Stark's here." You knew that name would be enough to open the door for you.

The bodyguard nodded to her co-worker before the front door opened for you. Waiting inside was Rumlow, a gun already in hand. "You didn't call ahead." He spoke, without any greeting or smile.

"I'm here to talk to him, to agree to all of this," You offered up as a response. "Peacefully."

Rumlow wasn't certain to trust you. For that, you didn't blame him. "You smell like booze." He observed first. "He's in his room-" That's all you needed to hear until you took off for the stairway. "I wouldn't!" Rumlow warned you as he stayed stuck in place in the foyer. 

You probably should have listened to what he had to say before exploring the second floor for Bucky's bedroom. It hadn't taken much deducing. There was one room with double doors; it had to be his. Only Bucky would be pretentious enough to have double doors leading to his bedroom. So, without any doubt or second thoughts, you pushed your way through into the room.

"What the fuck!" Came a screech.

You barely had time to understand what you had walked in on. A topless Bucky, an almost naked woman who had since jumped up from the bed, using Bucky's t-shirt to cover her bare skin. "Stark?" Bucky questioned as if he couldn't quite believe you would be here at this hour.

The unknown woman faced Bucky, "You know this bitch?" She snapped.

You weren't going to say anything until she called you a bitch. "Please, I'm his fiance."

That seemed to only add fuel to the fire. She threw on her clothes, staring daggers at the man who hadn't moved from his relaxed position on the bed. "Fiance? What the fuck, Buck! You didn't tell me that." He did nothing but shrug as she reached for her belongings, tears welling at her eyes. "Don't you ever call me again." She warned, shoving her way past you and out into the hallway where she made her escape.

Which left Bucky's eyes to trail over your body and the outfit you still hadn't changed out of since the club. You'd be a hypocrite to say anything, to pretend as if your eyes hadn't danced around his bare chest, cursing yourself for finding the sight attractive. This was Bucky Barnes you had to remind yourself. "Sorry about erm- interrupting." You finally broke the silence, watching the smirk that tugged at the man's lips.

"It's fine." He shrugged. "She wasn't all that pretty anyway." In your opinion, she had been. She had been the definition of conventionally attractive, but of course, that still wasn't enough for Bucky Barnes. "Why are you here is the real question."

"I wanted to talk." You suddenly became awkward, not moving from your spot in the doorway as Bucky sat at the edge of his bed.

"You came all this way at midnight...just to talk?"

You only had one reason for such, "I got drunk."

You had been lucky when Bucky laughed rather than yelled your way. "Of course you did." He drew from the bed, still without a shirt, as he wandered towards you, his height watching over you.

It was a difficult job to keep your heart from racing. A man so close. And in such a state, you weren't sure if you wanted to continue what you had walked in on or slap his face. "I thought about it and as much as I hate to say it, you're right. This isn't about us. But if we do this, get married, whatever, you have to involve me. Every meeting, every fight, whatever it is, I want to know."

Bucky held onto your every word, yet his smirk never faded. His next words were ones you had never been privileged enough to hear. Not from your brother or Natasha, hell, not even Steve. And you would question why the hell it was Bucky Barnes who was the one helping you get what you wanted. "I was always going to involve you."

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[ladylokilaufeyson5]

HASHTAG HEROES | AVENGERS SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of stabbing and bullying (all jokingly)

i’ve been reading so many avatar smau’s so i decided to make an avengers one. should i continue?

[its-really-dry]

y/n: ok so here's the tea *slams papers on the table*

kate: omg spill!

peter: wait i need to get the snacks

yelena: lemme get my notepad

steve: im slightly confused... tea?

tony: wait tea? hold on im getting my blanket

wanda: *sigh* honey, its called a mission report

[waltermis]

Imagine You Joining The Avengers And Natasha Having A Huge Crush On You

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: Basically the title 🤪

Warnings: swearing, implied sex

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EARLY STAGES

- When you first join the avengers, Natasha would be apprehensive around you

- You think that it's because you're the new girl

- You try to be as nice as possible to her

- Leaving her a protein shake after her workouts

- Making sure that her peanut butter sandwiches didn't have any crusts

- and that every single part of the bread was smeared with peanut butter

- Bringing her favorite snacks & drinks to her door when she had a huge workload

- You didn't know why you wanted to do those things

- but you saw how her eyes lit up whenever she found something you left for her

- and it made you feel happy

- Whenever you smiled at her, Natasha could feel her entire body heat up as she blushed bright red

- The team OBVIOUSLY took note of that and would tease her constantly

- One very terrible teasing session caused someone from the team to go the med bay

- Not gonna name who...

- *cough* Tony *cough*

- It was after a huge party that Tony threw did Natasha finally open up to you

- You had inadvertently saved her from a very drunk and extremely creepy douchebag who couldn't take no for an answer

- After you pulled her away, the two of you stayed at the bar while you threw every pick up line imaginable at her

- and each time, she would throw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as she laughed

- "Excuse me.... But did you come from the vending machine? 'Cause you are a snack!" ~Y/N

- "Oh god! That's terrible!!" ~ Nat

- "Right?! I don't get how guys think that'll work?!" ~Y/N

- "Did you just come out of the oven? 'Cause you're hot!" ~Y/N

- *gagging noises* ~ Nat

- "You're definitely on my To-Do list tonight..." ~Y/N

- "Ew..... Do another one..." ~ Nat

- and by the end of the night, the two of you were wheezing al the laughing

- After that, the two of you became attached to the hip

- Whenever someone from the team couldn't find you, they would look for Natasha and vice versa

- One time, Steve had found both you and Nat hanging upside down from a tree while you taught her how to play 'Patty Cake'

- Another time, Wanda found the two of you reading each other's' favorite stories just so you could fully understand what the other was talking about

REALIZING

- It wasn't until much later on in your friendship –8 months– with Natasha, did she finally understand why her heart would beat faster whenever you were in the same room as her

- Or why she felt angry whenever you went out with someone that wasn't her

- Or why sometimes she would have to physically restrain herself from wanting to kiss your pout when she rejected watching a rom-com

- It finally dawned on her after she spoke with Clint

- *cough* more like Clint slapped some sense into her *cough*

- "Clint! I think I might be sick..." ~ Nat

- "What?! Why?" ~ Clint

- "I dunno... My stomach gets twisted into knots and my heart beats really fast sometimes..." ~ Nat

- "Lemme ask you, does this all happen when Y/N is around?" ~ Clint

- "Yeah why? *gasp* You don't think she's drugging me do you?!" ~ Nat

- "N-no... I don't think that our sweet little avenger would be drugging you...." ~ Clint

- "Then what is it??!!?!" ~ Nat

- "How are you such a good spy and yet so oblivious and naïve when it comes to feelings?" ~ Clint

- "Wha-?" ~ Nat

- "You have a crush on N/N, dumb dumb!!!" ~ Clint

- "What?! No I don't!!" ~ Nat

- "You said that she had the breasts of a Greek goddess!" ~ Clint

- "What!? When???"

*flashback*

- When the team first began discussing whether they should accept you into the avengers or not

- Natasha may have let something slip

- "C'mon!! She can't join us!!!" ~ Tony

- "Why not, Tony?" ~ Steve

- "Are you kidding me?! That woman has the nose of a bloodhound!" ~ Tony

- "And the breasts of a Greek goddess..." ~ Nat

- "...Nat...?" ~ Clint *end flashback*

- "Oh my god!!" ~ Nat

AVOIDANCE

- After finding out, Natasha avoids you as much as she can

- You're confused thinking you did something wrong

- Every time you would enter a room, Natasha would flee immediately

- the only thing convincing you that you didn't imagine her would whatever she had left behind when fleeing

CONFRONTATION

- It took weeks before you were able to corner Natasha

- She had been taking a shower when you quite literally barged into her bathroom

- You didn't care anymore

- You had waited long enough

- You pushed her against the wall, still fully clothed questioning her

- "Why are you avoiding me?!" ~Y/N

- "W-what the fuck are you doing in here?!?! I'm taking a shower!" ~ Nat

- "Well, you have been avoiding me for practically 2 months now!!! I wanna know what I did wrong!!" ~Y/N

- "You mean besides coming here while I'm showering?!?!" ~ Nat

- "Nat please! I miss cuddling together under a fort we made during movie nights!! I miss 3am baking!! I miss complaining about every dumb move the Kardashians make! I miss our friendship!" ~Y/N

- "That's just it!! I don't want to be just friends!!" ~ Nat

- "W-what?" ~Y/N

- "I lo- like you!!! A lot... and I can't stand being just friends with you!!!" ~ Nat

- "I love you too, Nat...." ~Y/N

- "You do...?" ~ Nat

- She would have the most vulnerable look in her eyes

- her eyes would be glassy with tears as her bottom lip trembled slightly

- "Yeah... I was terrified that I was the only one..." ~Y/N

- You would lean in slightly when you'd stop

- "Can I kiss you?" ~Y/N

- "Yeah..." ~ Nat

- Consent = 🥵🥵

- The two of you would spend hours in the shower...

- 😉😉😏😏

AFTERMATH

- Natasha would be the best girlfriend

- Peppering your face with kisses every morning to wake you up

- Bringing you, your favorite flowers whenever you two had a date

- which was every week

- Reading you stories like 'Little Women' when you couldn't sleep

- Her calling you Russian pet names will never fail to make you blush

- "Morning, moya lyubov'! Did you sleep well?" ~ Nat

- "Thank you, detka!" ~ Nat

- "Ya tebya lyublyu, dorogoy..." ~ Nat

- And in turn you were just as good as a girlfriend to her

- Comforting her whenever she would have a nightmare about her past

- Sitting next to her in the shower, the both of you fully clothed, when a mission goes sideways and agents had died

- "It's all my fault..." ~ Nat

- "No it's not" ~Y/N

- "It is!! I was in charge! And I let them die..." ~ Nat

- "Babe, you did everything you could. The intel you got from the mission was clearly altered and it was a trap! You brought back as many people as you could and you saved over 20 kids from getting trafficked! That's a huge win. And yeah, it sucks that agents died, but I know that they would be proud that they sacrificed their lives so that those kids will have a better life! You're not gonna feel better sitting here feeling sorry, you have to honor what those agents did and thank them." ~Y/N

- "I love you so much, detka. Thank you for being here." ~ Nat

- "'Course... where else would I be? And I love you so much too." ~Y/N

- Reassuring her that she had wiped her ledger squeaky clean

- Of course she still had her moments of doubt but you were always there guiding her through it

- Learning Russian so the two of you could have full on conversations without the team understanding a single word

MEETING THE WIDOW FAM

- Meeting Yelena for the first and getting along amazingly

- the two of you would be working together to prank everybody

- like one time, the two of you painted all of Tony's Iron Man suits Captain America colors

- Or another time where you wrapped Sam's room in saran wrap

- took him nearly 4 hours just to cut through everything you guys wrapped

- When you met Melina and Alexei, the two were cautious around you

- but they soon opened up to you when they realized that you weren't gonna harm them

- Exchanging recipes with Melina

- Drinking contests with Alexei which left you drunk as hell and regretting your life decision the next morning

- It was safe to say that Natasha was head over heels for you

- and you for her

- And that was all that mattered to anybody

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[missmarveledsblog]

Once in a lifetime kinda deal (Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader)

Part one: Father dearest what ?

Summary: When the daughter of Tony Stark is in an arranged marriage with her bodyguard's best friend. Another mafia boss James Barnes the two find themselves liking the arrangement more than expected although the life of a mafia boss is never smooth sailing

Warnings: strong language , fast burn , goofy, Tony starks sarcasm , readers sarcastic ass , mafia au , age gap (legal reader 24 , buckys 40s )

To say it was awkward was probably an understatement, what was supposed to be a regular job suddenly went tits up and in a fast way hell she was only doing the job to pay for college . She, as well as three  of her coworkers, sat in some kitchen while watching the rain outside poured down , kids long gone while they waited to be paid . Being fairies for kids parties was fun most times, while other times not so fun especially with some creep of a  dad  was slipping numbers in the straps of their dresses  with a slimy wink was definitely a downside. Another was the owner gave them alcohol while they waited and now she sat with three drunk fairies . didn’t help when they did leave , they could barely stand so she was the one to apologize  only for the father to slip his number and ask her to work his club sometime.  With a a polite rejection ,  she went out to the car , lucky for her it was her uncle to collect them .

“ Hey, have fun girls” he chuckled.

“ they sure did happy ” she rolled her eyes .

“ bad one huh?” he asked.

“ well other than creepy dads and spoiled kids it was a great one” she huffed pullin a sweatshirt over herself.

“ Come on, we get food in them,” he laughed. She ignored their slurred chats with her uncle knowing he was being his gentleman self to make sure they ate  before getting them home.

“ Why do you do this?” Maya slurred.

“ because I want to pay for my own college” she shrugged.

“ but your dad’s one of the richest dudes, and you got hot uncles , happy abd the adonis” Maya whined.

“ Probably because of their gangsters,” Kelly whispered .  She just rolled her eyes knowing they were dying to say it and now with the bravery of the alcohol .

“ ok girls we're here” he called opening the door seeing it was one of the many places her dad was the owner of  pulling off the sweatshirt she ran into the restaurant getting out of the rain .

“ you ok” her uncle asked again .

“i’m fine least they said it instead of tip-toeing” she laughed as the two walked in.

“ no alcohol for them” he called as the waiter walked over to the table as the girl collectively whine. “ i’ll see if your dad’s here” he smiled before leaving her to the other drunk fairies.

“ this place is insane” the girls  giggled and snorted .

“ yeah it’s something” she hummed wishing she went home instead .

“ what can i get you ladies” the waiter eyed them up sleazy grin on his face.

“ some burgers and fries please” she smiled but the man look at her like she asked for his social security and pay check in one.

“ we don’t do that here the denny’s down the road might be more your pace” he scoffed.

“ i always have cheese burgers here and don’t assume from how were dressed ..” .

“ that your strippers trying to eat and run” he snickered.

“ hey her daddy runs this place” kelly stood swaying slightly.

“ sugar daddies don’t count” he rolled his eyes . “ look girls i’m not missing out on actual customers so ..”  He was cut off by the sound of a clearing of a throat.

“ Mr. Rogers,” he gasped.

“ hey stevie happy’s gone see if dad’s here” she smiled as the mans face paled.

“ hey pretty girl” sam walked up .

“ so burger and fries thank you” she turned to the waiter.

“ right away miss stark” he ran off .

“ wow that was so cool” kelly laughed.

“ girls have fun” sam winked making them giggle like school girls .

“ they did  i guess my dad is actually here” she nodded.

“ why am i seeing fairies” a voice called .

“ because pretty girl here works as one for parties duh” sam scoffed .

“ kids parties” she corrected .

“ we could change that for you guys” maya winked.

“ they could i still do kids parties” she laughed

.  “Damn shame” the mysterious stranger smirked .

“ so hows college going” steve asked playfully pushing the man at his side  .

“ kicking my ass but i love it” she smiled brightly.

“ princess  boss wants to see you” happy called .

“ oh great” she huffed .

“ Happy, can you watch them” she pleaded.

“ course i can '' he smiled  as she walked by as the men followed after.

“ so the boss rents out fairies now” the stranger asked.

“ only on Saturdays, '' she called back .

'' So what are  you a sugar baby? '' the stranger asked again .

“ bucky shut up, '' Steve hissed.

“ i’m better than a sugar baby” was all she said before the men nodded.

“ shit is that his wife” she could hear him whisper.

“ new guy shush” she laughed as they walked into the room .

“ my beautiful daughter everyone” she looked as her father stood and they followed .  “ Hey dad , it’s nice to meet you all” she smiled .

“ Are you still doing that kid party thing?” he asked.

“No, I dressed like this for fun” she rolled her eyes .

“ its cute kid, '' Rhodey laughed.

'' Come on sit, happy's gonna bring your friends home” her father smiled, almost too friendly for her liking .

“ what’s going on? '' she whispered to Natasha Romanoff, one of her fathers favorite co-workers, giving the woman's looks and abilities to get a job done quick and easy and her mothers sister.

“ i’m sorry” was all she said .

“  so you're all here for the partly all of you men have been selected for a reason  , one of you is a suitable suitor for my dearest Y/N  here” she heard the words as clear as day yet it wasn’t like she did at all . she knew it was coming. Most girls in this life were basically sold off  to strengthen the business side of things.

“ Wait tony think about this” rhodey almost spat his drink .

“ I did it’s time” he dismissed him instantly. “ Dad, may I speak to you privately?” she asked sweetly .

“ Of course pumpkin” he smiled as she led the way only for Bruce to open the door .

“ thanks banner” she smiled so forcefully . Once the door was closed she wanted to throw something at her father .

“ What the hell  did you fall and hit your head ? “ was all she could say .

“ Look  I get i blindsided you but it’s all your choice ok , kid people need to know i run tight ship and you're part of that ship” he sighed.

“ What else aren’t you telling me” she looked at him.

“ well it’s peter , he fucked up big time lost a big a shipment” he explained .

“ that why you don’t let kids fucking do this” . “ I know but now I need you to do this for me , I'll make sure you still stay in college and all that good stuff, “ he pleaded .

“ I pick the suitor if I don't like them, it doesn't happen” she said knowing it was only the way she could gain control of the situation .

“done ,  there’s a dress there pep pick it out after she threw a vase at my head” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“ of all my stepmothers she’s my favorite” she smiled sadly knowing why the woman wasn’t here .

“ I'll let you change,” he smiled brightly .

“ kind of you” she scoffed  .

“ Kid it’s either that or Peter pays” he sighed. “ Why do you think i’m doing it ? cause it not for you ” she growled, pulling the dress out .

Steve sat looking around the room pissed off wondering how Tony could do this and by looking at her face she wasn’t expecting it, another thing he knew it was for real . she couldn’t go with any of these men , all animals in their own way especially how Rumlow  was looking at her. That was only telling he would put on the charm but they all knew how he really treated the women in his life , hell the last one found the bottom of a lake more appealing .  He could feel Sam stiffen up as well knowing he and many of the Avengers gang  didn’t like this. They loved Y/N  like a sister or niece and this wasn’t what they wanted for her.  Then like a lightbulb went off in his head he looked to his best friend beside him , He was his own man  nearly  up there with the Starks and he didn’t miss how Bucky froze a little in his spot when he met the stark girl .

“ I need to pull in that favor,” steve whispered.

“ which favor punk” bucky looked around the table he didn’t want her to go with these men they were cruel bastards .

“ when i saved your life , I need you to save another” he whispered.

“ is that why you brought me here?” he arched his brow.

“ no but i mean it works out better this way , come on we can work out details doesn’t need to be a real wedding” steve pleaded.

“ hey I'll cash in my favor too” sam caught on to what they were talking about .

“ Fine, I'll put myself forward as a suitor , she really means this much to you both” he asked as the men nodded.

“ she helped my sister out of a real bad situation , look a girl like her shouldn’t have to do this she a saint amongst sinners” sam sighed.

“ Plus you get in with starks like you want,” Steve added.

“ I'm rethinking that” he shook his head.

“ plus i saw your eyes when you looked at her,” Steve smirked.

“ you need your eyes checked punk” bucky smiled although his best friend wasn’t lying but he felt bad for his lie .

“ Now she agreed gentlemen so let's just have a meal then we can talk another time '' Tony announced taking his seats ignoring the glares from his own men and nat . 

“ What's the deal with it all?” Rumlow smiled.

“ She picks the suitor, it's her choice and her rules” Tony  took his wine . “ If you don't like it, there's the door,” he added.

“ she ok” nat asked.

“ yeah she just changing out of her fairy thing” tony shrugged.

“ i’ll go check on her” nat smiled hand squeezing tony’s shoulder a little harder making the man smile through gritted teeth.

“ malyshka” she asked, coming further into the office.

“ down here” she called laying on the floor.

“ If you want, we can run now. I'll get Bruce to get the car ready” she looked down .

“ And then how will you adopt then?” she looked up at the redhead.

“ doesn’t matter ,  I promised my sister i wouldn’t let you get sold off like she did”she shook her head.

“ my dad isn’t like drekov he’ll let me choose” she smiled sadly.

“ he is a little but look we can go when your ready” the red head mused.

“ i’m doing it nat peter in trouble  my dad’s fault for trusting a kid to do something so big but he’s my brother i have to ” she sighed .

“ well then i’m making sure whoever it is will know the widows will be watching”.

“ i’ve no doubt they will , how is yelena” she asked standing pulling the dress over her head .

“ well lucky she not here is all i can say” she laughed dryly.

“ look i’ll be fine i can take care of myself thanks to you” she winked pulling the black dress over her head .

“ ok he so lied about pepper picking this” she scoffed as the black body con hugged every part of her body .

“ the one she picked out was down to your ankle” nat laughed.

“ hey hand me his jacket there” she called  as she pulled the silver belt off her fairy costume.  Pulling her fathers coat over her it covered her to extent , she look classier then the first choice that was for sure as she pulled the belt around her .

  “ nice job” nat eye appraisingly rake over the impromptu change of attire.

“ well lets do this”she smiled .

“ what are you planning” nat quirked her brow.

“ nothing at all” she smirked as the widow snorted.

He couldn’t believe he was even doing this , he stood in front of tony stark telling him , he was interested in being put into the pool of suitors .

“ I'm surprised I thought you didn't marry barnes” tony asked.

“ a man can change” he shrugged yet their was secret look between the men .

“ i mean business wise he would be the best choice” steve interjected .

“ he’s not wrong but it’s not my choice so i’ll you in” tony nodded .

“ Thanks” he went to walk back to his seat, two men sharing almost a secret exchange .

“ Sit  here , you move” he said as the walker got up .

“ Sir, I could take care of her,” John began.

“ move” tony repeated.  The door swung open and the room went completely quiet  all eyes on her  even though Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away . She looked like a model or angel or both. He wasn't sure yet only to hear a chuckle from his best friend .

“ don’t mind me using your jacket dad, its a bit chilly ” she smiled sweetly but he could see her testing her father almost willing him to say something .

“ yeah it’s nice on you kid , sharon .. i mean pepper picked great” he smiled forcefully.

“ bingo”she smirking as his  eyes narrowed slightly .

“ You look like a great doll” bucky smiled. “Thank you … sorry i didn’t get your name” she held her hand out.

“ jame barnes but friends call me bucky '' he kissed her hand.

'' So sweets what was with the get up before '' Rumlow called.

“ I work as a fairy for kids' parties so I can pay for my own college fees” she smiled.

“ daddy can’t pay, ''he snorted.

'' Daddy could buy the whole college but I wanted to be independent in my own way, learning the world around you helps' ' she smiled sweetly yet her grip on the knife suggested otherwise. “ i mean most of the people put on a front for you guys it hard to read them but when you do what i do you find a lot more under the surface” she added. “ i like that , what do you do in college doll” bucky asked.

“ she is a business and law major” tony cut in actually sounding proud.

“ nah girls belong at home this modern shit fills their heads with crap” rumlow laughed. “ i think it’s great y/n’s smart as hell” steve smiled proudly.

“ i agree with rogers” clint winked .

“ good thing im a women and not a girl then “

“ so doll what’s the fairy business like” bucky smiled.

“ kids are great well sometimes it’s the parents that suck , i mean i think the dad today thought he was getting lucky getting the girls drunk but happy came and got us” she nodded her grip relaxing on the knife.

“ speaking of happy informed me they got back safe” her father smiled.

“ good lets eat i’m starving” she called as the same waiter from before came in hands shaking as he placed the food down .

“ would you like anything else ma’am” he asked a tremble in his voice.

“ nah we’re good thank you” .

“ what was that about” her father asked.

“ nothing misunderstanding” she shrugged.

“ exactly i learned my lesson sir” he squeaked as she nodded. “ fine go” he wave his hand. 

“глупый идиот

(silly idiot)”she giggled as nat laughed.

“он безобидная кукла

(he’s harmless doll)” bucky smirked.

“ stop talking russian darling it’s rude” her father hissed.

“ you don’t speak it , none of you?” she asked as they all shook their heads.   She looked down at her phone to see message from steve “ lift home with me” . she gave him a quick nod before turning her head to listen to the stupid stories of the men around her. It was an hours later most of the men starting to slur words and braver with their words and praises making her uncomfortable even her father could see it.

“ time for you to go” he clapped his hand.

“ i’ll take her i haven’t drank “ steve stood . “great thanks rogers entertainments coming anyways” tony smirked as the women walked in half dressed in next to nothing .

“ now the real show is here” rumlow smirked . “ i’m going to head off too” bucky stood just as a woman went to sit on his lap .

“ let me walk you out”her father smiled .   she only glared at her father seeing the rest of the so call entertainment walking by .

“ don’t get any of these pregnant pepper wouldn’t be happy” she scoffed .

“ pepper is coming too” he rolled his eyes.

“  ok was nice meeting you bucky” she said shaking the mans hand before heading out to the car barely looking at her father .

“ i’ll see you later” steve nodded before he followed.

“ you passed test one barnes” was all tony said before walking back into the room as they all cheered. 

She sat in the car looking down at her hands the brave front breaking  once she was out of her fathers presence.

“ look i didn’t know that was happening i would of warned you” he said just as the car opened and the two men  getting in .

“ i know stevie” she smiled wiping her eyes. “ we have a plan  one everyone’s happy with” he said .

“ wait i’m getting in “ a voice called

“ natalia” bucky nodded.

“ ok as i was saying  you still need to marry someone but this way your safe and well yeah” he said .

“ whats the plan” she sniffled as nat took her hand knowing she was being too strong.

“ you pick bucky” sam smirked.

“ you’ll get your own room in my place , continue college all you need to do is come to events and stuff with me” he smiled softly.

“ why you helping” nat asked.

“ because these punks begged me and i hate the whole marriage business thing” he sighed.

“ so whats the catch” she asked.

“ none , having a wife and part of your dads business helps me and well you don’t end up a slave for those assholes in there” he explained.

“ steve how much do you trust his word” she asked.

“ with my life it’s why i suggested it” steve promised.

“ sam?” .

“ same as steve , look pretty girl its bucky or Rumlow” sam sighed.

“ i’ll text my father” she nodded. “ leave it till tomorrow ,make it look like its not a plan” bucky nodded.

“ well  boys for this you got the trust and business with the widows” nat smiled .

“ another thing  you have to let me pay for your college” bucky added.

“ i like my job” she lied.

“ i mean if you wanna be fairy you can but i pay for your college” he shook his head.

“ oh i got invited to breakfast at yours so i guess i’ll see you in the morning too” he winked . nat watched the two before she smiled looking at steve in the mirror two sharing a knowing smirk of what would unfold.

“ no mistresses in the house if you do that do it in hotel” she added.

“ i don’t do mistresses doll” he said she almost believed him .

“  you gave up the whole playboy thing right?” nat asked making the girl beside her head spin .

“ i did  got sick of the show , you done your research romanoff” he chuckled.

“ i make sure my niece is  safe” she shrugged.

“ speaking of Yelena going to have tony’s balls for this” steve chuckled.

“ oh that’s a long line trust me” nat rolled her eyes.

“ So why are you agreeing to this?” Bucky asked.

“ You can tell him princess,” Steve nodded.

“ My little brother , well he is not actually my brother but he is , my dad took him in as a debt repayment when he was like two  , I was six  anyways my dad trusted him with a big job that well has us in this mess” she sighed. “ Wait parker? He like a child wait again how old are you” he asked.

“Twenty four  ” she shrugged.

“ oh great midlife crisis marriage” bucky sighed ignoring how good the sound of her giggles were to his ears.

“ well lucky the marriage is for show huh old man” she winked .

“ already busting my balls” he teased.

“ oh this is gonna be good” sam chuckled .

Once nat brought her up making sure she was ok , she sat looking around her room probably last she would see of it knowing her father would rush the union once decided. Stripping the remains of her clothes she sent her boss that she was leaving  the job.  Before she jumped into pair of shorts and sweatshirt on pulling out her textbooks  laying them all around the bed . steve and  sam all asking how she was so she sent them a selfie of her studying ,  she looked down to see an unknown number ringing.

“ you’ll get a bad back studying like that doll” she couldn’t help smile at the familiar voice. “ well mr barnes how in the word did you get my number” she chewed on the pen suddenly the words on the page were not as interesting .

“ i may of saw the selfie and felt left out” he teased .

“  steve?” she asked.

“ i asked your dad for your number too” she could hear his grin in the phone.

“ for a selfie of me in my dorky state” she laughed.

“ hey what can i say dorky chicks are needed” . “ well if that's it ,  i need to dork it out some more big test coming up” she giggled .

“ oh talk dirty for me baby” he joked his laugh taking over .

“ good night barnes” she snorted.

“ good night doll” he chuckled .  she could help the  flush to her cheeks  could she blame herself no  , not at all man was sex on legs and knew it.

“ Y/N” She could here the sadness in his voice.

“ hey petey come on” she called place  her phone down what she didn’t know was she hit the hang up  button .

“ m’sorry i got you dragged into this , maybe if i talk to dad i could sort it out  , i’ll work for whoever” he started pacing the room .

“ hey it’s ok look dad prick for even getting you to do such a big job , where was i when this was decided” she asked .

“ ballet classes or maybe away with the fairies” he teased .

“ ok funny boy look shit head i got it sorted well steve does so what i want you to do in return is be a kid not deal with this shit just to prove something to dad cause you don’t have to now like a good big sister i seen you got into MIT so if i do this you gotta do that for me” she hugged him unaware of the third party listening in on the phone.

“ please don’t tell me it’s rumlow” peter asked.

“ nah definitely not this guys nice and not just nice front but he seems like a good guy” she nodded.

“Good guys in the mob?” he arched his brow. “ hey their not all ass grabbing alcoholics” she winked making him chuckle.

“ you think dad would let me go MIT” he asked .

“ i’ll talk to him tomorrow at breakfast when you meet bucky”she smiled .

“ looking forward to it doll” the voice called. “ you know it rude to listen to a private conversations” she said as her face heated up . “ hey kid i’ll talk to your dad too bye doll” he called making her hang up and throw herself into her pillow.

“Was that him?” peter squeaked.

“ uh huh” her voice muffled .

“ whats got you smiling” steve walked in .

“ she really loves that kid huh?” bucky shook his head.

“ peter of course he’s good kid not made for this life , his folk owed money but couldn’t pay stark went to pay them a visit and well took the kid as payment mainly because they weren’t able to look after him cared more about drugs turns out that night the dad went on rampage snapped on the drugs and killed a bunch of people” steve shook his head.

“ did you know she did ballet” he asked .

“ course i did , drove her most her lessons makes her feel closer to her mom” he arched his brow but he wasn’t blind he could see it on his best friend already smitten .

“ is the big bad barnes crushing on his soon to be wife” steve teased.

“ nah just nice to see caring souls in this line of work is all” he shrugged.

“ So you are asking Stark for her number?”.

“  i asked stark to arrange it once she tells him yes its a done deal” bucky shrugged ignoring his friends looks .

“ you already asked” steves eye widened .

“ actually stark rang me and i asked him to arrange it after she says yes” he smirked.

“ you  think maybe you should tell her this or maybe everything else you failed to mention in the car” steve looked around the room knowing it wouldn’t be a secret for long.

“ look let's just get this breakfast over, I'll tell her tomorrow.” he sighed, making himself a drink .

“ you know i can read you like a book jerk '' Steve chuckled. “ hell even nat spotted it '' he added.

“ i don’t know what your talking about punk it’s just business' ' bucky winked .

'' oh that poor bastard, '' Steve chuckled as his friend walked out the room .

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I for one would not mind more werewolf kate

Title: Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot [6/?]

Summary: After reader is attacked by a strange animal in the woods, her world is flipped upside down. Now she must navigate a new life filled with strangers and myths.

Trigger warnings: Hunting, the actual werewolf transformation, restraints (hands, legs, neck), bloody & Gore, pet names, let me know if I've forgotten anything pls.

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six]

[A/n: I was really fucking sad when I wrote this, and for that, I apoloigize. This isn't a gentle chapter, so please read with caution. And as always, I did not proof read].

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A rot of leaves coated the forest floor, filling your lungs with an unsettling pungent scent. The world had blurred edges, somehow caving in on itself with each passing second. The trees whizzed past you, an ache that once covered your entire being had ebbed away the faster you ran.

There was such an intoxicating scent that led you blindly. It was floral and sweet and screamed above all the deteriorating vegetation. You’d run so far, so fast and without hesitation. What was that? You needed to sink your teeth into it, to taste it. You would simply die if you didn’t.

It was a girl. Yes. A girl.

She was running too, but not nearly with enough speed as you. She stumbled over fallen logs and branches dug into her skin. They created gashes of dripping red that made you salivate. She was cornered against a fence, fingers curling around the chain link.

You regarded her, taking a moment to register the hot pain in your chest. How far had you followed her? It was ways from home, you knew that much, but none of that seemed to matter. No- because she was right in front of you, and she was captivating.

In your excitement, you took a careful step forward and a small noise escaped her throat. Her eyes were frantic as she took in your hulking and animalistic stature. She was afraid, and part of you was too. Something had led you to her, to this sadistic chase that had cornered you both.

Her blood tasted sweet just like her scent. Your teeth crushed bone, tore through tendons with such a simple ease.

She was yours.

Sweat had soaked through your sheets and clung to your bare legs, even as you shot up and pulled in a helping of air. Your skin buzzed as if it were set ablaze with fever.  The waning moon cast a sickly pale light against the room. Your heart pounded ruthlessly against your chest.

That dream had left you antsy, and horrified. You never remembered your dreams but this one was vivid, almost like it was a memory. The coppery taste made your mouth dry. You were restless, wide awake despite the red numbers on the clock indicating that it was just past 3:00am.

You couldn’t hear anything through the walls that had been doubled down in strength despite your enhanced senses. The house was as good as silent, though you figured it statistically impossible for everyone to be asleep.

The hallway was dark compared to your room, filled with moonlight. You padded a few steps before you stopped in front of Kate’s door. It pained you to be here, begging for some type of comfort. The dream had left you rattled. Afraid.

It was getting closer to the full moon and your thoughts had been plagued with the pain that you’d read about so diligently. Scanning the inked words on a yellowing page was nothing compared to the experience of it all.

Swallowing your pride, you knocked twice, knowing that she could hear you. It took Kate a few moments to untangle herself from her blankets. You could pick up on her stumbling her way across her room until she swung the door open.

The girl tried to be suave, giving you a tired smile as she leaned against her doorframe. Her hair was sleep-worn and springing in various directions. She wore a pair of boxers with little purple arrows against the fabric and a tank top that was riding up enough to expose the smooth expanse of her stomach.

“Hi,” You swallowed the dryness in your throat, pulling your eyes from her muscular frame. Her cheeks were blooming with a fond pinkness. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You didn’t want to admit that you were freezing, that the sweat you’d produced during the odd dream had dried taught against your skin. A shiver worked its way through you, and you crossed your arms over your midsection, trying to preserve what warmth you had left.

Kate lilted her head and stepped to the side without a second thought. She beaconed you into her room. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the light of the moon. Her comforter was drawn back, pillows scattered against her bed. She must have been engulfed in a deep and comfortable sleep, one that you had broken.

It helped, not being able to see the looming structure of the moon. It made you squirm, but the scent that engulfed you, the pure warmth of Kate’s mere presence, calmed your nerves. When she shut the door softly you knew that you were safe with her.

The wolf, that’s what Wanda had called it, knew what it wanted. She said that there was a blind trust that would flow through you with the girl that you’d crawled to and that feeling was only multiplying as the full moon got closer and closer.

“Don’t… say a word.” You turned to her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Despite your warning, she smiled wolfishly at you, lifting both of her hands with an innocent shrug. She looked adorably miffed by exhaustion, and that thought annoyed you more than anything. God, you really should hate her. But she looked so warm, so accepting and every inch of your body was howling for her skin against yours.

Kate settled back into bed and peeled back the duvet with an expectant look on her face. Why were you fighting her so hard? Clearly, you were tired. You’d knocked on her door and you hadn’t done that without reason. If you wanted conversation, you would have found Peter and interrupted his late night gaming.

Or maybe even Natasha who couldn’t sleep, just like you. But you did value your life, just a little bit. So Kate it was, a magnet that drew you in. The more exhausted you got, the harder it was to pull away. And really- she had been trying. Right?

Almost as if on instinct, you took her up on her offer and slid into the encompassing warmth of the duvet. There was the scent of lavender, of freshly washed sheets and the metallic breath that she drew in, almost as if she was just as shocked as you were at the action.

Kate cautiously lowered the blanket and the two of you stared at the little glowing stars on her ceiling. You hadn’t seen them since the fifth grade. America didn’t’ have the deep green celestial patterns, but instead a garden of pulsing orange and purple, and yellow flowers.

You could feel the heat of Kate’s shoulder close to yours. You were so cold, even under the blankets and she seemed like the only source of comfort from the dream that lingered so heavily on your mind.

“Do you think…”

The words died in your throat. She turned her head to face you, and after a few moments of building up the courage you turned your cheek against the pillow too, staring into a cloudy grey stare that was marred with sleep, pockmarked with questions.

“Will I ever be able to see them again?” your voice was pinched with emotion. It was fear, the both of you recognized it. Her eyes glossed over, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to stop it from trembling. You felt emotion well up in your own chest. “I know things will never be normal again, but do you think there’s a chance?”

Kate swallowed the thickness in her throat, voice barely a whisper. “I do.”

You nodded and dislodged the tears that were fighting for dominance. Kate didn’t’ hesitate to reach up and wipe them away with her gentle touch. Her thumb was calloused, but soft. A whimper escaped you as you leaned into her touch. Kate shivered at the contact herself.

“I get why I’m here and I’m grateful for it. The last thing I want to do…” you trained off, listening to the shuttered sound of her breathing. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, ever.”

“You won’t, y/n.”

The immediacy of her statement brought you comfort. It wasn’t necessarily a reflex, but a belief that she felt deep in her core. You clenched your eyes shut and scooted closer until you felt the full effect of Kate’s presence.

The movements were gentle as you slotted yourself against her, hand laying on her stomach and moving over the softness of her shirt. She held her breath for a moment, instinctively wrapping her arm around you. You pressed your nose against the naïve of her neck, slick with tears of her own.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She quivered with guilt.

You were starting to understand, against your better judgement, why this had happened. Kate found you for a reason, and that tension, that discomfort, that was your wolf fighting for a way to get to her. And you had.

The tears that wet her shirt, the ones that coated your cheeks, they were those of relief. You curled into Kate, taking in her scent, the two of you gripping onto each other like a vice, eventually drifting towards a fitful sleep, shadowed by stars.

There was no such thing as privacy in a house with eleven people. Not when so many of them had a strict regimen of exercise, and healthy eating. There was a stark difference from life at the dorm where people rarely arose before twelve in the afternoon unless they had class, and even that was a gamble.

Instead, you stirred to the sound of a blender and the hushed voices of an indiscernible conversation. That was followed by a very discernible sound of a cell phone camera. Even without advanced hearing, you clocked it in moments.

A small groan escaped you. It was much too early to wake up. You had never been more comfortable in your life, your nose pressed flush against the crook of Kate’s neck. She shifted in her sleep, pulling you closer with an adorably tiny breath.

“Go away,” she grumbled, the words vibrating against your palm.

 You tightened your grip on the fabric of her shirt. God, it was so bright. They’d pulled the curtains back and the sun was in full force. Despite the comfort, there was no way you’d drift back into sleep. That fact alone was solidified when you bolted up at the clearing of someone’s throat.

An odd hurriedness shot through your spine, forehead knocking against Kate’s chin and leaving a throbbing spot in its wake. The girl that was under you let out another small noise at the back of her throat, rubbing her jaw while depriving the world of her stormy stare.

Natasha Romanoff leaned against the doorframe of Kate’s bedroom. Wanda had been very clear about the rank in the house, and it was of no shock to you that Natasha was pretty high up there. It was why her simple sound of alert had made your entire body tingle. You knew- your wolf knew- that she was in charge, and that she was there for you.

“I checked your room first,” She stated matter-of-factly. “Obviously, you weren’t there.”

Your cheeks reddened at the predicament you’d found yourself in, and the fact that you were sure you’d heard the click of a cell phone camera. It was almost like your parents walking in on a sleepover that got a little too cozy.

Kate sat up groggily, testing her jaw a few times, “Good morning, Nat. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“You can go back to sleep. I’m here for y/n. We’re going on a run.”

The wary look you got from the girl in bed next to you wasn’t exactly easing your nerves. She must have gone through this before, and she would truly object if she thought it was something you couldn’t handle. Instead, her hand found yours under the safety of the duvet and gave your fingers an encouraging squeeze.

You knew better than to object to Natasha, so you followed her orders and changed into the closest thing to workout clothes that you’d packed; a pair of royal blue gym shorts and a t-shirt that was from your last trip to the west coast. Sun, fun, and Sand.

She waited by the edge of the front yard, lifting a perfectly sculpted brow at the shirt, but didn’t say anything in acknowledgment. ��We’ll do six miles up, and six miles back.”

“Up?” You squeaked out, finally earning a genuine grin from her. She started to jog ahead of you, and it took you a few moments to register that you were meant to follow her. “Back?”

The two of you kept a steady pace under the heavy hand of the sun. You felt sweat slick the back of your neck, legs screaming out in protest. You weren’t much of a runner, and had admittedly eaten one too many boxes of instant mac and cheese. But your body seemed to mold to the pace with no problem. Your muscles strained for just a moment before relaxing into he burn.

“I’m sure you’ve heard from everyone in the house how they handle a full moon.”

“No, actually,” You panted out, “everyone seems to be keeping their distance.”

“We haven’t had anyone new join our pack for years. Certainly, never this violently. Can you blame them?”

No, you really couldn’t’. They had all been so welcoming and understanding. Even Kate to a certain degree. None of that eased the fear and you figured it wouldn’t’ until you actually lived it, until every single bone in your body rebroke and reshaped until you were this insatiable creature that would seek nothing but blood and carnage. It was inside of you now, you felt it just below the surface, and that terrified you.

Your chest was beginning to burn viciously, but Natasha was showing no intention of slowing down. There was an odd need within you to please her, to make sure that you kept up with her pace despite how hard it was getting as the slight incline became a little less slight.

The woods had thickened around you both and you let out a relieved breath when she trotted to a stop on the dirt trail. The collar of your shirt was damp, and you pulled your arms behind your head to fill your lungs with more sticky air. Natasha smiled fondly at you.

“Kate tapped out about three miles back.”

“This some sort of test?” You asked, working your hand through your hair.

“A test, a tactic. Whatever you want to call it. Some of us believe that if you wear yourself out before a transition, it’ll be less excruciating on the day.”

“I read about that the other day, though, they didn’t use the word excruciating.”

“That’s what it is. Don’t let anyone sugar coat it for you, kid. It’s going to hurt and you’re going to feel every second of it.”

You plopped down on a fallen log, pressing your fingertips to your temples. You clenched your eyes shut and felt your heartbeat pulse through your entire body. Never in a million years would you figure you’d be here. Natasha’s scent strengthened when she gave your shoulder a squeeze, prompting your eyes to open.

She was rimmed in the early morning sun, ringlets of russet hair fell over her shoulders. “Come on, I didn’t make you run all the way out here for the hell of it. I want to show you something.”

Before you could object, she started down the path again, this time in a brisk walk. You let out a groan and hauled yourself off the log. When you got to where she had been, you saw nothing but a thick wall of greenery and wood. Natasha was nowhere in sight.

You closed your eyes and tried to pick up the scent of her, the detergent and the lavender and the sandalwood. Upon your second inhale, you picked up in a general direction and frowned. This was all too surreal, you were physically sniffing out a near-stranger that had led you deep into the woods.

Still, you felt a blind trust as you went off the path and continued to track her down. She was about thirty feet into the woods, standing over a pile of leaves, arms crossed over her chest. You felt yourself warm at the proud half-smile she gave you.

When you reached her, Natasha knelt and pushed back the mix of muck and leaves. It revealed two metal doors that reminded you of a summer you spent with your aunt in Alabama. It was unbelievably hot and muggy, and they had a storm shelter that was carved from the earth, the walls damp and stocked with different canned food, though you had never seen a can opener. You didn’t think to bring it up as the two of you huddled close and listened to the howling wind and rain.

“This was a long-game murder plot all along, wasn’t it?”

“I’m not into the long-game.”

Her words weren’t exactly encouraging. The hinges of the doors screamed loudly from disuse and a musty scent washed cruelly over the both of you. Your nose scrunched and Natasha grimaced but didn’t say a word. An automatic light buzzed on, allowing you to see the opened space below.

It was exactly like the storm cellar, and it’s cool interior was a brief solace from the heat of the day. There was a divide a few steps into the space, a steel wall with a door in the center, sloppily welded but with enough strength to stop a beast the size of a mid-sized Sudan.

This door creaked too, and Natasha let it linger open for a moment, staring softly at you, and then back at the room. There was safety in her stance. You knew that she had the full ability to slam it shut and lock you in, but had a deep realization that she wouldn’t.

Another light was on the ceiling, casting a circle of deep yellow. There was a deep smell of dust and dirt, but there was something hard and metallic under that. Your eyes darted to the chains that were attached to the wall, large iron things that were screwed into extra support.

More than that, were the stretching claw marks that pockmarked the walls. They went deep, past the dirt and into the cement. The pads of your fingers ran over the one closest to you. Each mark stretched further than your touch. Chills shot up to your elbow, a breath lodging itself into your throat.

Your other hand clenched your stomach, digging into your ribs. Something significant had happened here. Several significant things. Tears started to form against your eyes and the worst part was, you had no idea why.

“Those are Steves,” she said quietly, joining you within the confines of the cell, lifting her chin to another set of marks. “And Tonys.”

There were dozens of markings, all different shapes and sizes. Some were digging into the clay walls, and the floors. There were distinct scent markings on each one and you found yourself able to identify ones that belonged to Yelena, and Peter, and even Bruce. They’d all changed here at least once.

Natasha crossed the room and shifted the door until it was only slightly ajar. You straightened up, heart pulling against your throat. The door was minced with deep slashes. You shoved your hands into your pockets to keep them from trembling. They almost ached.

“You feel something, don’t you?”

Words didn’t form, couldn’t. You couldn’t pinpoint the emotion that tore through you. It was akin to longing, but it was more than that. It was like the creature that was so restless within you wanted nothing more than to claw its way out and find the person who had made those marks. They were desperate and sad, and horrifying.

You closed the distance between them and pressed your touch against the deep gashes and fought back a pained cry. You dug your teeth into the back of your free hand to quell it, but a pathetic sound still escaped you.  

“Kate knew that something was wrong a few months before she escaped. She was experienced, knew as much as one could know about their wolf. But there was an unrest”

“She doesn’t like places like this.”

Your words were small. You remembered what she had told you, about how she had turned the first time alone and, in a room very similar to this one. You got the stark impression that she would never want to do something like that again. So, it begs the question of why these marks were so fresh. So fearful.

“No, she doesn’t. They scare her, make her panic before the moon has any effect. But she was conscious enough to know that if she wasn’t here, then she would end up hurting someone. It just proved not to be strong enough of a failsafe.”

Kate had felt an unrest weeks, maybe months, before she had escaped and sunk her teeth into your flesh. A wash of guilt pulled at you. You’d been giving her such a hard time, pestering her and fighting her every step of the way. She’d been in immense pain.

When the pads of your fingers touched the scratches, you felt only a fraction of the longing she must have. Grimacing, you turned away, crossing your arms over your stomach to shield you from the reality of your harshness.

You needed Kate.

“Is this where I’ll be tonight?” You asked, so softly Natasha almost didn’t’ hear it.

She nodded in response, the silence mulling between you both. A small breath escaped you, pained and held within your lungs for an abnormal amount of time. You crossed the room, picked up one of the leaden chains and weighed it against your own strength.

“I can be here with you, if you’d like.” Natasha said, filling the quiet “Or if you’d rather Steve… Wanda.”

You turned to face her, grip tightening on the chain. “Kate?”

“Kate.”

Her eyes were no longer shrouded in their silver, sullen beauty. As the sun began its descent, there was a strange tangerine glow that overtook them. It started at the center of her pupil, small whisps of neon color, and then started to ebb into the confines of her iris.  

You focused on them. If you thought too much about the days leading up to this transformation, then you would work yourself into a panic. You were taking things one at a time today, and that included jogging back to the compound and shyly admitting to Kate that she was the only one you wished to have in your vicinity tonight.

Though, you hadn’t thought much about the logistics. The two of you trapped in a single cell. Yelena had walked all the way out here, keeping a silent eye on the tension that lingered against both of your frames. It wore your stance down, mind racing with the ‘what if’s’.

“Once I close this door, neither of you will be released until daybreak.” Her thick accent carried a sharp edge to it that made this finite. “There is an emergency radio, Kate knows where it is.”

They’d thought of everything, really. Yelena had handed over a sheathe of needles and a small vile that you knew had to be tranquilizer. It smelled acidic and nitrate in nature. Even your rational, human side, cringed away from it.

With a final nod that conveyed good luck, and a strong, ‘I’m rooting for you,’ Yelena exited the cell and slammed the metal door behind her. From there, she retreated, and another lock was put into place after she’d slithered a coil of chain around the outside doors. Your heart picked-up it’s pace, never one for confined spaces.

Kate seemed to hear the uptake and closed the distance between the both of you. One hand found your waist and you allowed her to give it a reassuring squeeze. The other cupped your cheek, guiding your stare. “Hey, listen to me. I know this is scary, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You believed her partially because you had no other choice. Her eyes were mostly orange now, glowing enough to cast a strange shadow against her face. You wondered dumbly if yours would do the same. Something was boiling inside of you, making your entire body sweat. It felt like you were in a sauna, breathing in the hot steam after water was poured listlessly over black coals.

“I’ll talk you through everything, until neither of us can talk. Then we won’t have to.”

“Okay, alright. That sounds good.”

She nodded at you and began to unzip her sweatshirt until the teeth of the zipper released their hold. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching bike shorts, stretchy material that hadn’t set her back too much financially. They would be torn to shreds by the end of the night, regardless.

Kate’s stomach was toned. It was tanned and showed all the stamina of a beast. You tried not to let your eyes linger for too long, tried to ignore the small trail of hair that dipped below her waistband. Despite herself, Kate smiled at you cockily, but moved her hands to your own jacket.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed the dry metal taste in your mouth. “I don’t think my fingers will cooperate right now.”

 She let out a small noise in response and pulled your jacket from your shoulders, leaving you in much of the same. She’d promised earlier that the two of you would go out and get clothes that you were more comfortable in, but this suited you just fine. Her pupils dilated, rushing them in more sherbet color. A stuttered breath escaping her and fanning against your bare collarbone.

“What? Oh my god, is it starting?”

You didn’t feel any different, still extremely hot to the touch and a little riled up after getting a look at Kate’s mostly-bare form. Color petaled her cheeks. She was actually blushing. Even in the dim lighting of the cell, that much was clear.

“No, no. You’re just…” She shook her head, trying to clear it “really beautiful, is all.”

“Oh,”

More blush, her eyes slipping down to the floor. “Yeah. I should probably get you secured, though. It’ll be more comfortable to sit.”

You understood exactly what she meant. Your heart was thrumming through your entire body at the compliment, though you both welcomed the distraction of a task. This task was securing locks around your wrists, and your ankles. Large iron things that could stop a lion. They were bolted into cement, digging into the foundation.

You kept your back against the damp wall, allowing Kate to fiddle with the mass of restraints. She fastened the first cuff on your wrist and looked at you expectantly. “Is this too tight? We want it to be a little loose. You’ll fill out when the transformation is done.”

“It’s alright,”

Kate diligently fastened the other three; one more around your opposite wrist, and two around your ankles. The only thing left was a chain that was intended to click smugly around your throat. She stared at it warily, eyes meeting yours.

“This one isn’t comfortable, and after tonight, you won’t need it.” She stated, using her hand to brush a stray hair from your eyes. Something was coiling in your stomach now, an unrest. A parasite that seemed to want to bubble out of your chest. “Your body will be in fight or flight mode. All of your senses will be heightened more than they are now and you’ll want to get out of these.”

“And if I do?”

“If you do, you’ll have to go through me.”

She fastened the chain around your neck, listening for the heady click. Just like the others, she adjusted and pulled on it until she was satisfied with your capture. A slight noise pushed past your lips. It felt like you had a stomachache, a cramping that would send you straight to a heating pad on any other day.

“I know, baby.” She soothed, the pet name slipping past her. She frowned, then lightened her stare. “I know it hurts. I’m right here. I’m with you.”

Her words soothed you. She backed up and sat cross-legged in front of you. There was an admiration of her control. Sweat prickled against her upper lip and at her hairline. It was an indication that you weren’t alone in this. Though, Kate Bishop had more practice, pain was eternal.

“You said I’d have to go through you,” your words were trembling. It took a few moments to force them into existence, but Kate was patient. Your legs and arms were starting to ache, just a dull thrum that reminded you of destroying your muscles to wick them back together again. “What… did you mean?”

Kate smiled and you swore her teeth were pointed at the end. Your vison was starting to blur, and you blinked away tears that dripped from your chin. “We’re not going to fight, or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I think our wolves- well, I think they’ll get along just fine.”

“Kate Bishop, are you insinuating something?”

“Me? No. Never.”

She let out a grunt, her hand going to her ribcage. There was a dull pop that jolted through her body and you clenched your eyes shut for a moment. Not wanting to see her in pain. Not wanting to see what was next for you.

You didn’t have to wait long. The pressure started to build in your forearm first, a tight pain that shot from your fingers all the way to your elbow. Almost as if your bone was straining against itself, and it was. The crack and splinter of it threw you off your balance with a dizzying amount of discomfort.

A scream tore through your throat, toes digging into the soft, damp floor. Kate let out another grunt of discomfort, dropping her elbow to the ground. Her chest was heaving, pulling air in greedily before releasing as if she never wanted it in the first place. Her efforts were punctuated by a deep and primal growl that took you back to the night in the forest.

All of your limbs were tightening now, two pops from your ribs and an extra one in your ankle. You were doubled over in a blind torment. Your cheek was pressed to the ground, the scent of dirt filling your senses. There was blood here too, so thick and potent that it was if it gurgled against your own tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you thought you heard her through your own strangled cries of pain. Her voice deep and words miffed by the growing teeth pressing against her gums. “I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck!” You cried out, the last bit of human semblance you could form. Your own words were minced with agonizing cries and a rumble from the center of your chest that sounded anything but human. It was feral. It was hungry.

Your vison pulsed around the edges, darkness creeping in. You shakily lifted your hand, watched as your flesh became shrouded with gore. It was shredded, dark gray fur sprouting over your knuckles as your skin fell away entirely. Once human nails had been replaced by claws, dripping with your own blood and muscle tissue.

They shined as if you had been baptized once more. Teeth- your own teeth, filled your mouth as they were pushed out to welcome new ones. You’d spit them to the ground, relished in the sweet taste of the blood that filled your mouth, only for you to spit again.

There was a howl, one distant that made your entire body stiffen under its command. You weren’t wailing anymore, and neither was Kate. The two of you had silenced, breathed hard and tried to find your bearings. Your collarbone widened, seemed to stretch like the rest of you. The restraints were tightening as you grew. As you changed.

Another howl cut through the air, this time you had the urge to answer with one of your own. At least, that was the last humane thought you had, before everything went black.

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you wish you never ever met her at all 🕷️🥵

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My first video edit!! How exciting. I’ve always wanted to make one of these bad boys. I hope y’all like it, comment if you have constructive criticism or suggestions!!

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Tony: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I strong or weak?

Peter: Strong.

Yelena: Weak.

Nat:

Steve:

Bruce:

Y/n: A dumbass is what you are.

[sycamorelibrary754]

Guardian Angel Masterlist

Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.

Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.

The Chapter List is below the cut.

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 16

Masterlist

Warning: nightmare, physical harm, bruises, panic attack, mention of past abusive relationship, mention of suicidal thoughts/depression, Yelena needs a hug and the reader is there to give her one.

Word Count: 4.7K

Relationship: Yelena x reader, Tony x reader (platonic), Pepper x reader (platonic)

At first, you weren’t sure what woke you up. It could have been the cold air that nipped at your skin or the unfamiliar feeling of hunger that plagued your stomach. When you woke up fully, you discovered what it was. A moan came from Yelena. Her hands clenched the sheets tightly, and beads of sweat lined her forehead. Her breathing became frantic and erratic; each inhale was sharper than the last. Another moan left Yelena’s lips, low and guttural, and it intensified into a plea for help. She was trapped in a nightmare. “Yelena,” you kept your voice steady. “Wake up. It’s a dream.” Even though you kept your movements slow, Yelena still bolted awake.

She lunged quickly, pinning your body to the bed with hers. For the first time since meeting the Black Widow, you did not recognize the look in her green eyes. Her gaze was wide and vacant, pupils blown out with fear. “No! No!” She snarled, grabbed your wrists, and put them over your head. “YA ne pozovlyu tebe prichinit’ mne bol’ (I will not let you hurt me).” You weren’t sure what she said in Russian, but her free hand went to your throat.

You gulped. The tight hold she had on your wrist was starting to hurt. “Lena,” you spoke slowly and gently. “It’s me, baby. You are safe.” You tried to break through the fog of the nightmare. It took a long, tense moment, but you saw the moment Yelena returned. Her gaze softened, confusion settling over her face as she returned to reality. Her breathing slowed. “It’s okay,” you smiled. “It’s okay.”

As fast as she pinned you to the bed, she got off you just as quickly. Her body shook as she sat at the foot of the bed and stared at you. You wanted to wrap her in a hug and tell her everything was going to be okay. “Yelena,” you moved closer to her.

“Stop,” her voice was hoarse. “Do not come near me.” Your heart broke for her. Her eyes flickered to your wrist and neck. You could tell it was starting to bruise from how hard she held you down.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you weren’t angry or upset with her.

“I need a minute. I need-”

“Okay,” you cut her off as you saw the signs of a panic attack. If you being here was causing her distress, you would leave. You kept your movement slow as you climbed out of her bed and to her door. Her eyes followed. They were glued to you as if she expected you to return to your word.

You released a deep breath when you left your room and closed the door. You moved on autopilot out of Yelena’s apartment and to your floor. Instead of going to the safety of your room, you knocked rapidly against Kate’s door. You weren’t surprised to see America on the other side. “What happened?” She asked and pulled you inside. The archer was on the couch where America took you.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered. “I-I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Go get the bruise cream,” Kate told America—every breath you took hurt. Your chest felt incredibly tight. “Hey, I need you to breathe for me.” You shook your head.

“I can’t,” you whimpered. Kate nodded and took your hand.

“Yes, you can,” she said, placing your hand over her heart. “Feel that,” you nodded. Match it. Breathe with me.” It took some time, but your breathing matched hers. America walked over to you and sat on their coffee table.

“Can I touch your neck?” You nodded, unable to find your voice. You felt Kate move, but you held onto her tighter, not wanting her to leave. She got the message and stayed. “There is no damage, just surface bruising,” America said. She placed some of the cream on her hand and rubbed it on your neck. “Bruce and Helen designed this,” she explained. It helps speed up the healing process.” Once she was satisfied, she moved to your wrists.

“She didn’t do it on purpose,” you defended.

“We know,” you looked at the archer. “We’ve known Yelena longer than you. A nightmare, I’m guessing.” You nodded. America stood up, walked into their kitchen to wash her hands, and grabbed a water bottle.

“Are you okay?” America asked and handed you the water.

You drank half of it before answering. “Yes, it was an accident,” a playful smirk came to your face. “Not how I wanted her to pin me down, if you know what I mean.” Kate groaned, grabbed a couch pillow, and smacked you across your face. Your joint laughter filled their pace. “She asked for space, so I gave it to her, but I’m worried.”

“She will come around,” Kate said. “Her worst fear came to life,” you raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “Hurting someone, she deeply cares about. It was unintentional, but it still happened.” You sighed and finished the rest of the water.

“It will all be okay, and you guys will go back to being cute and gross together,” America mimicked kissing sounds. You were quick to grab another pillow to hit her. The girl gasped. “This is war!” America grabbed the pillow Kate hit you with and swung it at you. But you quickly doge and grab your pillow as a weapon. They kept their hits soft, but the laughter and smile on your face helped ease the pain in your wrist and neck.

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After a quick shower and changing into clean clothes covering your wrists and neck, you felt better and walked to Tony’s lab. The man smiled at you but did not stop moving holograms around. You sat on the couch and pulled out your phone. “Everything okay, kid?” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Can’t I come down here and hang out with my old man,” the billionaire gasped.

“I am not old.”

“Older than me,” you giggled. The man sighed and shook his head fondly. You returned your attention to your phone. Even though you and Yelena were going through a ‘rough patch,’ you wanted to get ideas for your date. You took what Natasha said and googled ‘dog date sports,’ but nothing good came up unless you had a dog.

“Hey, do you want to help me with something?” You threw your phone on the couch and walked over to him. He moved the holograms to the screen. You can easily see the digital makeup of the Black Widow suits. There was a list of things he wanted to add, such as a heart rate monitor and better armor. Yelena requested more pockets. You made a mental note to ask the blonde about that. “I mean, I like the old design,” Tony said. “But I think they are a little outdated, don’t you think?” You nodded, agreeing with him.

They were alright per se, and the purpose of the suits was protection, not to look good. But your mom always said you should look your best to perform at your best. “So, could you draw new suits for them?”

Wait. Pause. What did he ask you? “You want me to design new suits for Nat and Yelena?” He nodded.

“I want you to design new suits for all of us, but I figured starting with the terrorizing Black Widow duo would be a good start,” he printed a list of the things you needed to add to the new suits. “Are you up for the challenge?” You snapped the paper out of his hands and rolled your eyes.

“Please,” you sat back down on the couch. “I could draw you with my eyes closed.”

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Yelena grunted when your back hit the patted mat again. This was the third time in 15 minutes that Maria was able to outmaneuver her and pin her to the ground. Usually, the agent was able to get a few decent hits in, but Yelena’s mind was a million miles away - in her bed, her hands on you so tight they caused bruises. She hurt you - left bruises on your skin out of fear.

Maria stepped back, whipped the sweat off her forehead with her hand, and stared down at Yelena. The blonde could tell a talk was incoming. She came to the gym to hit or be hit - to know the man she caused you. “Okay,” Maria started. “I know I’m good, but I’m not this good. What’s going on with you?” Yelena ignored Maria’s outstretched hand and stood up on her own. She grabbed her water and sat on the edge of the boxing ring. The rope pressed against her forehead. “So you are pissed off,” Maria sat next to her. “It’s not good to keep those big feelings inside.”

“Hill,” Yelena said through gritted teeth. “I am going to kill you.”

“Your life would be boring without me,” Maria pumped her shoulder against Yelena’s. The blonde groaned and closed her eyes. Her moment of peace lasted for 5 minutes until Maria spoke again, “Is it about Stark’s kid?” The mere mention of you caused Yelena to deflate. It was noticeable to Maria. “What happened?”

“Had a nightmare,” Yelena mumbled. “Woke up, but I did not see her,” she let out a shaky breath. “I saw a Red Room guard, and I-” Her eyes squeezed tighter. “Caused bruises on her wrist and throat. I hurt her.” Maria was silent. The one time Yelena wanted Maria to speak, she was meant with silence. The agent sighed.

“Yelena, look at me,” the blonde shook her head. She felt Maria’s hands on her to move her. She had no energy to fight her. She was so sad and angry. Why was she so fucked up? Why was she so broken? “Open your eyes, Lena,” Slowly, she opened them. Maria was smiling at her. “This was not your fault.” Yelena scuffed.

“My hands put those bruises on her.” She angrily whipped away a tear.

“Yes, they did,” Maria agreed. But you were in a nightmare-induced haze. I know if you were thinking rationally, you would not hurt that girl. Your heart is too big for that.” The blonde sighed and pulled one knee to her chest. She looked towards the wall to avoid looking at Maria. What happened after you snapped out of it?”

“She said she was okay. I could tell she wanted to comfort me,” she said in disbelief. She could not wrap her mind around that. She caused you pain, and you wanted to make sure she was okay. “I asked for space, and she left.”

“Yelena,” the blonde looked back at the agent. “Y/n is not Victoria.” The mention of her ex caused her stomach to drop.

“I know that.”

“Do you?” Maria questioned. “Look, it is going to take time for you to trust her because of how Victoria treated you, but Y/n will not throw your trauma back in your face.” Yelena pulled her knee closer to her for any comfort.

“How do you know that for sure?” Yelena whispered. Her voice was so soft she almost did not recognize it.

“I don’t,” Maria admitted. That is the scary thing about love. " She placed a hand on Yelena’s shoulder and squeezed it. It could end beautifully or backfire, but whatever happens, I am here.” Yelena managed a smile.

“Thanks,” the blonde stood up. “Ready to get your ass kicked.” Maria chuckled.

“You’re on, Belova.”

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A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you out of your little bubble. You looked up from your tablet and paused your music. “Hi,” you said to Yelena.

“Can we talk?” She asked. “Somewhere private.” She found you on the common floor. The team members were going about their business, but you nodded and followed Yelena to a meeting room. You put your tablet on the table and faced the blonde as she closed the door.

“I am sorry,” you both said simultaneously when Yelena turned to face you.

“Why are you apologizing?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” you giggled with a smile and sat on top of the table. “It felt right,” Yelena rolled her eyes with a playful smile and moved closer to her.

“Can I see?” She questioned. You knew what she was asking. You rolled up your sleeves, shivering as her fingers danced across the bruised skin.

“America put a cream on them,” you whispered. Her eyes flickered to yours. The sight took your breath away. There was so much guilt and sadness in her green eyes. “Hey, I’m not mad at you.”

“I did this to you,” she said. “I hurt you.” You moved closer to the edge of the table. You could feel her breath mingle with yours.

“Who did you see?” The question confused her. “Who was I in your nightmare?” She licked her lips.

“A Red Room guard,” her voice cracked. “I thought you were trying to hurt me.” You vaguely remembered a sentence she yelled at you in Russian.

All you wanted to do was take her pain away. You wanted to take all her trauma and hurt and hurt those that hurt her. “Baby,” you whispered. “I can’t imagine what you have gone through, and I will never understand it, but your trauma does not make you a bad person. You were trying to protect yourself, and you came back to me before you hurt me.” Yelena closed her eyes and rested her head against yours.

“How did you do it?” she whispered. Her hands shook as she cupped your face. “How is your heart good?” You grabbed onto your wrist. Your touch caused her eyes to open.

Truthfully, your heart felt heavy. With everything life threw at you, you wanted to succumb to the darkness. That wasn’t the answer Yelena was looking for. You kissed her softly. “If life gives you lemons, all you can do is make lemonade.” The Black Widow chuckled with a roll of her eyes.

“You made some sweet lemonade, devochka (baby girl),” you loved when Yelena spoke Russian. It made your body heat up. It felt different from the Russian, she said this morning. Her green eyes scanned you over, her lips turned up into a smirk. Yelena’s lips were on yours intensely. Her hands moved underneath your shirt. You gasped; the warmth of her hands sent a shiver down your spine. Yelena took advantage and slipped her tongue into your mouth.

Her touch was electrifying. Yelena consumed every sense. You’ve never felt this way from kissing anyone before. The burn of your lungs was irrelevant because her lips were on you. “Krasivyy (beautiful),” Yelena mumbled, moving her lips down your neck and gently kissing the bruise on your skin. “Takoy sladkiy i myagkiy (so sweet and soft.” You whimpered. Her slipping into her mother language was dizzying; a blanket of warmth covered you. She chuckled against your skin. “You like it when I speak Russian,” you nodded. “Use your words, devochka (baby girl),” she sucked on your pulse point, and you gripped onto Yelena’s shirt.

“Yelena, please,” you moaned. You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but she was turning your brain to mush.

“Seriously!” The door opened, and you jumped away from Yelena. You saw Wanda over Yelena’s shoulder. “Ugh! I hate I have to worry about walking in on you two now! " You felt your body heat up and buried your face into Yelena’s shoulder.

“Maybe you are just jealous, Wands,” Yelena teased. “You and Vis need to spice up your sex life. I can give him pointers or ty mozhesh’ prisoyedinit’sya k nam (you can join us).” Whatever Yelena said stuck a nerve with Wanda. One moment, the blonde’s arms were around you, and the next, she was flying across the room into the wall with red magic glowing around her.

“Yelena!” You said and ran over to her. The blonde groaned as she lay on the ground.

“She’ll be fine,” Wanda smiled. You looked over your shoulder as you helped Yelena up. “It will teach her to keep her mouth shut.” Damn, maybe you should have taken Russian in school. “Bye, lover birds,” Wanda left the room, keeping the door open.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“I will live,” she stretched her back. “But a kiss could help make it better.” You rolled your eyes and gave her a quick kiss. Her pout was cute when you pulled away.

“Are you free this afternoon?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she answered without hesitation.

“Good,” you kissed her cheek. “You have plans with me.” You walked to the door and grabbed your stuff before leaving. Her footsteps hurried after you.

“Can I know where we are going?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’. “It’s my turn to kidnap you. Be ready in a half an hour.”

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You were quick to figure out Yelena hated surprises. As you drove one of Tony’s cars to your destination, she could not sit still and asked a million and one questions. Even when you put your hand on her thigh, she was still anxious. “Are you okay?” you asked when you were at a red light.

“Just,” she sighed and played with the ring on your finger. “Not used to this.” You knew what she meant. You felt the same when she took you to the aquarium.

“If this gets too much, we can leave,” you turned when the light changed. “No harm, no foul, but,” you sat up and glanced at Yelena. I think you’ll like it.”

“Where are we going?” She asked again. You laughed with a shake of your head.

“We are almost there.”

It was another 10 minutes until you parked in the lot of Paws of Hope Rescue. Yelena looked confused looked confused as you got out of the car. “Just trust me,” you smiled and grabbed her hand. You grabbed her towards the building. As you walked in, you heard some dogs barking, and Yelena’s face lit up at the sound.

“Hello, you must be Miss. Stark,” It was weird going by your father’s name, but if you had to use the influence of the Starks to get what you needed, then so be it. She was around your age and named Sara, according to her name tag. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Please right this way,” she said, moving behind the desk, and you followed her to the back. You were moving away from the sound of the dogs barking, but you were getting more excited at each step. “Alright, these are the puppies that need some extra socialization.” Sara opened the door.

She brought you to a puppy play den. You climbed over the gate and heard Yelena’s gasp when she saw the dogs. There were seven of them. Sara told you over the phone that the group was of bully breeds and labs, dogs that society deemed aggressive. The floor was littered with different toys and household products. “Have fun, and please come get me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Sara.” The woman left and closed the door behind her. As she left, a gray pittie walked over to Yelena. The blonde bent down and let the dog smell her fingers. Once the dog licked her, Yelena picked him up.

“What are we doing here?” Yelena questioned, cuddling the dog to her chest.

“Playing with some pups,” you picked up a rope toy, and a black lab ran up to you. He grabbed onto one end and started to pull it. “A Paws of Hope is a nonprofit. They rescue dogs from kill shelters, socialize them, and help them find new homes,” you shrugged and sat on the ground. “I may have called, made a sizable donation in the Avenger’s name, and asked if we could come play with some puppies.” You threw the toy, and some of the dogs raced after it. “You like dogs, so I figured you would like this.”

“You did this for me,” Yelena questioned. You smiled.

“I’d do anything to see you smile,” a light blush dusted her cheeks. “Come on, baby, let’s play.”

It was only a short time till you found yourself watching Yelena, who was throwing a small tennis ball across the room. Three of the six puppies would run after it and turn back to the blonde to start the cycle again. A white and brown pit bull took an interest in you right away. Instead of joining the other dogs playing, the little dog was content with napping in your lap. Every time you pet the dog’s head or under her chin, it seems to relax into your arms more.

Yelena’s smile was infectious. You couldn’t help but smile, too. Still, your heart felt heavy.

‘How is your heart good?’

‘Yelena leaves her heart on her sleeve.’

‘Even though you refuse treatment, that could keep you here with her.’

‘It’s Morgan.’

‘If you don’t get a bone marrow transplant, you’ll die.’

‘If I die, so be it,’ that was what you yelled at Pepper and Tony when they told you Morgan was a match. When you were younger, a blanket of heaviness trapped you some days. Not even your mom could pull you out of it. All she could do was offer space and sometimes join you under the blanket.

The blanket wasn’t as suffocating as you grew, and you learned to manage it. Then your mom died. Then, the Blip. Then, your cancer diagnosis. The heaviness was creeping out of the corner of your mind.

You’ve been close to taking your own life once. It was night as you steered your sailboat. At your destination, people were waiting for you. You were going to help build houses and teach kids the importance of caring for the ocean, but the dark color of the water made it seem more inviting. If you jumped in, it would shock your system; your core body temperature would plummet, and water would fill your lungs.

For many people, drowning was the worst way to go. The ocean scared so many people, but you found it inspiring and unpredictable. You stayed on your boat that night and made it to shore. Now, a deadly disease was running through your body, and the only cure was a 5-year-old girl, your half-sister.

You refused to use her because a deep, dark part of you wanted to die. You were too weak to do it yourself.

Soft hands touched your cheek, and you saw Yelena standing before you. Her green eyes filled with concern. “Is everything okay?” You asked her.

“Sara asked if we wanted to take some dogs for a walk,” you smiled.

“Yeah,” you stood up, and your heart broke at the small whine your friend let out when you woke up. Grabbing onto your hand, Yelena led you out of the room.

Your heart was not good. You were selfish in your relationship with Yelena. No matter how often you wanted to push her away, you held her closer.

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After you returned the dogs and said goodbye to Sara, you drove to a local Italian restaurant for an early dinner. “Thank you for today,” Yelena said, ripping a piece of bread and dipping it into the oil.

“I’m glad you had fun. It was cute how excited you got with the dogs,” Yelena rolled her eyes.

“I am not cute,” you chuckled and sipped your water.

“Whatever you say, darling, whatever you say.”

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Back at the tower, Yelena went to see her sister, left you with a kiss on your lips, and made you promise to let her know if you needed anything. You promised. What you needed was a change of clothes that did not smell like a dog. So you changed quickly, still covering your arms and neck, and headed to Pepper’s office.

The CEO was on the phone when you walked in. She held up one finger but pointed to the empty seats before her. You were patient, and the phone call only lasted a few minutes. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I hate people.” You laughed.

“Don’t we all,” Pepper smiled and leaned back in her chair.

“I’m surprised you are here,” you looked at her with your head tilted. “I figured my daughter would have you trapped, or you would be with Yelena.”

“Wanda has your daughter, and Yelena is with Natasha,” you said. “Besides, I want to spend time with you,” her face softened. “And maybe help you with that.” You pointed to the stack of papers.

“Knock yourself out,” she laughed. You picked up the stack of papers and walked to her couch. Paperwork was annoying but a necessary evil.

You both worked in silence. Sometimes, she would ask about you and Yelena, and you didn’t miss the smirk on her face. Soon enough, you felt it, the tiredness that affected your bones. It was a long day, but you hated how useless you felt when you felt like this. You were lying on your back with a billing report in your hand. The numbers began to blur together. Pepper’s office was comforting. It was warm, smelt like cinnamon, and it was easy to fall asleep.

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Pepper looked at you with a fond smile on her. For the past 5 minutes, she watched you fight the sleep that was calling you. Pepper stood up and grabbed a blanket from a drawer. Quickly, she picked up the papers you were helping her with and laid the blanket over you. You cuddled up underneath it. You were a sweetheart. Your heart was too pure for the world you were subjected to.

It had been an hour since you fell asleep, and Pepper knew you needed to wake up. That couch was not comfortable, as she had fallen asleep on it once or twice. The soft and slow fall of your chest was a comforting sight. “Sweetheart,” Pepper said. “Wake up. I bet your bed is more comfortable than my couch,” she joked, but you remained fast asleep. The CEO frowned. “FRIDAY, can you get Yelena and have her come to my office?”

“Yes, Mrs. Potts,” the AI said. Pepper sighed. It wasn’t long until the door opened, and she saw Yelena walk over to her.

“She fell asleep about an hour ago, and I tried to wake her up, but she’s out like a light.” Yelena hummed.

“Today was long,” the Black Widow whispered. “She ate an early dinner, so I will bring her to her room.” Yelena took off the blanket and lifted you, cradling you close to her chest. Pepper smiled. “What?”

“Nothing,” the CEO said. “You are good for her.” Pepper watched uncertainty flash through the Black Widow’s eyes.

“Thank you,” Yelena mumbled and stood up. Pepper held open the door for her and watched Yelena walk to the elevator. She knew Tony was worried about you with Yelena, but the man had nothing to worry about.

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You started to wake up when Yelena walked out of the elevator and onto your floor. “Where am I?” You mumbled sleepily.

“On your floor,” Yelena said. “I am bringing you to bed.” You hummed and curled up closer to her. It was a cute sight, but Yelena was plagued with worry. She hated how light you felt in her arms. Yelena opened your door and made her way to your bedroom. Gently, she placed you down and pulled the blankets up to your chin.

You woke up again when Yelena tried to walk away. “Stay, please,” you weakly grabbed onto her wrist.

“I will, but I want to get you some water and food if you get hungry,” you pouted, eyebrows pinched together in disgust. Yelena bite back a laugh. “I will be right back,” you dropped the hold on your hand on her wrist.

Quickly, Yelena went into your kitchen and filled up your water bottle. She searched your cabinets to find something simple and easy on your stomach. She picked a pop tart and a protein bar. You were asleep when she returned and placed the items on the nightstand. She climbed into bed, which caused you to open your eyes again. “Hi,” you smiled. Yelena couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hi, pretty girl,” you closed your eyes and grabbed her hand.

“You think I’m pretty?” You questioned.

“The prettiest,” Yelena whispered and kissed your hand.

“I think you are pretty, too,” the blonde chuckled.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart, I will be here when you wake up.”

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Wedded Under War: Chapter Four

Pairing - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, slight Bestfriend!Steve Rodgers x Reader Summary - A celebration comes with a few bloody interruptions.  Warnings - Violence, alcohol use  Words - 1.7K

< Previous part // Masterlist

"And why exactly did you agree to this?" Steve had asked as the two of you drew over the stone driveway of the Barnes Manor where your future awaited inside.

You turned to face your best friend, a sigh at your lips. "Look, Tony's left me on the sidelines for years. I might not exactly like what this plan is, but it's the only way I see, I get actually to do some work." As Bucky had promised you. To your surprise, you hadn't doubted his promise. Something about that look in his eye. He was determined to make you a part of his team more than Tony ever had been. Though, you did consider if that was simply due to the fact he didn't care to lose you. "Not to mention, it is smart." You admitted.

Steve slowed as the two of you reached the front porch where the bodyguards awaited your entrance. "Can't believe you actually accepted it."

A shurg fell off your shoulders, "You were right."

"About what?"

"There's opportunity when you marry a Barnes."

The blonde-haired man watched as you gave nothing but a nod to the bodyguards and the front door was opened for you. You wandered through first, leaving Steve to be the one trailing behind for once. He couldn't help but wonder if he might soon regret them words. Steve seemed more worried about what might happen to you when you took Bucky's name than Tony did.

What awaited inside was something not to be expected. Rather than the two groups perched in the dark office, you spotted Tony outside by the pool area. The late spring sun casting against his glass of bourbon. Alongside him was Natasha, giggling at something he said. Not too far away were Barnes and Rumlow. Each of them too appointed with a glass of something strong. Something that, from the other side of the glass door, seemed rather inviting.

"There she is!" Called Natasha, her smile reached the side of her sunglasses. "Our bride-to-be!"

She rushed to your side and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Mainly due to the fact your wedding was going to be a complete hoax. "Not by choice." You whispered in her ear.

"Oh come on!" Natasha attempted to cheer you up, the smell of chardonnay falling from her tongue. "Me and Yelena can be bridesmaids."

"I've been a little too concerned over the tracksuit mafia to think about picking out bridesmaids." You pointed out. For some reason, this meeting seemed a lot more focused on the wedding than the very reason it was needed.

You watched as the red-head stuck out her bottom lip in protest. "So we aren't going to be bridesmaids?"

Her words forced your stern expression to fall; you could never let her down. "I guess so."

Her smile returned and she took a sip of her wine. Before she had a chance to greet her brother, a voice drew her attention, "Wine?" Bucky was stood behind the bar, awaiting your order.

"Bourbon, on the rocks, please." You requested.

The man dipped into the bar for a far too expensive bottle for why you were here. "Same," Steve added as he snaked round to your side, a little too close for comfort had he been anyone else.

Bucky gazed at him, his eyes narrow as he attempted to work out the atmosphere. "Sure," He agreed, grabbing an extra glass as he poured the whisky against the ice.

Everything moved so quick. You had barely taken a sip, barely looked in another direction before the doors to the pool burst open. Sam Wilson wandered out, dressed like the weather was a boiling temp despite the breeze still loitering the air. He held his eyes to his phone with a great big grin, "And we've gone live!" He practically cheered. He squeezed between yourself and Bucky, throwing an arm over each of you, "The world now welcomes the new Mrs Barnes into the city."

You stared towards his phone, a picture of yourself from your Social Media and another of Bucky. The more striking part was the title of the online tabloid: "CEO Bucky Barnes proposed to new girlfriend." It truly was all happening far too quick. It was as if you had given Barnes the green light and now everything was moving into motion.

Sam was already rushing over to show Tony and Natasha when you finally looked over at Bucky. "I thought you were keeping me in the loop." You spoke, a brow raised, ready for whatever excuse he was about to give.

"I was, wanted to, but I don't have your phone number." You bit your lip. You couldn't exactly argue against that. It wasn't as if exchanging phone numbers had passed your mind that late Friday night when you barged into his occupied bedroom.

You kept quiet, shifting in your pocket before pulling out your phone and handing it over to Bucky. When he finally gave your phone back, you took that as the opportunity to finally leave his space, heading back to where Steve was sipping at his drink. You felt the weight of a wedding you didn't want suddenly plague your shoulders. Even if you knew it was the right thing to do, it wasn't making things much easier.

"You sure you're gonna be okay about this?" Steve checked as he glanced over at you.

You shrugged, "It's not about me. It's not even about the wedding."

"I hate it." Steve finally said. His eyes not on yours, too avoident to the conversation he knew he needed to have.

You watched as a flicker of doubt passed through Steve. You doubted anyone wanted this for you, but it was the best solution. "It's just a name, Steve." You attempted to assure. "It's not real." At the end of the day, you would still be at Stark at heart.

"I just- I want to make sure you're safe, I can't help but wonder if this is the best way for it." You couldn't disagree. Living under the Barnes' roof, sleeping alongside him, it wasn't exactly your own version of safety. But at the same time, if it stopped the tracksuit mafia from making a violent appearance then so be it.

You reached out a hand, letting it gently soothe against Steve's forearm. "It'll all work out, Steve. I'm sure."

He nodded, certain words on the tip of his tongue that he couldn't verbalise. Ones of which soon got lost in the chaos. A rumble was heard from inside the house, enough to begin to alert people. And when a figure was seen rushing to the backyard, hands were itching for a weapon. You watched closely as the door swung open once again to reveal a very bloody Yelena.

"Oh my god," You exclaimed, the closest to her as you caught her limp body into your arms.

Her blood-soaked figure tainted your own clothes as you felt her weight push you down to your knees. Everyone moved far too quick. You were too focused on the wounded girl in your arms to keep attention to what was happening behind you. "Yelena? What- what-?" You couldn't get your words out, too stunned as you located the source of the blood: a bullet wound in the side of her stomach. "Oh, god." You mumbled.

In the midst of the havoc, you heard Bucky's voice, "Get an ambulance!" He demanded.

"But sir-" Rumlow attempted to point out the risk in bringing unknown people into the home.

But it became a warning which was ignored. "I said now, Rumlow!"

You felt Natasha's figure fall down beside you, her finger tips running through her sister's blonde hair. Yelena reached out slowly, her finger tips taking a grasp over your own. "He's here." She informed before her eyes settled onto the above.

"She's losing consciousness!" Natasha yelled to the rest of the group.

Sam must have been busy on the phone, a distant rant of, "No, no, she's not responding. Man, she's bleeding a fucking lot!"

Panic set in. You moved into imagining your friend slipping away in the comfort of your arms. So, rather sitting back and watching, you tore your belt from your jeans. "Nat, lift her up for me." The woman was silent as you tucked her palm under her sister's back, lifting her up gently as you swept the leather underneath. From there, you tightened it around the wound, preying it might stop the bleeding.

You kept your hands close to the wound. Any extra pressure you could muster, "Yelena," You called, watching as her eyes fluttered between life and death. "I need you to keep your eyes open for me," You soothed her through it, begging for the medics to get here. "Come on, Yelena."

"They're here." You heard Sam inform.

Before you even had the chance to look away from the blonde, EMTs were rushing through. Your spot on the wound was suddenly replaced by someone professional. "We've got a bullet wound," The woman spoke aloud as she examined the scene in front of her. "Female, early 20s."

You finally brought yourself to your feet, your legs shaking as you watched the scene play out like a movie. You felt your back hit a firm chest. One of which you didn't recognise until you felt the shiver of metallic fingers gently rubbing at your arm. You couldn't pay attention. Couldn't question it. Not when Yelena was getting carried out of the Barnes' Manor on a stretcher.

"We've got space for one." The medic informed.

Natasha was already walking beside the woman when she replied, "Yeah," And like that, the body was swiftly taken away.

"We'll be right behind you, Nat." Steve assured as the redhead rushed to get to the ambulance for her sister.

What was left was Bucky's blood-soaked cobblestone floor, half-drunken glasses and a hell of a silence. Everyone was taking it in. Not only the violence they had watched occur but the realisation as to what was coming: War.

"You did well," Bucky muttered.

Only then had you realised how close you had been standing to him. And only then had you made the conscious decision to take a step back. "I panicked."

"She'll be okay," He assured.

You instinctively looked back towards the dripping pile of blood. "She won't be the last of his victims, though, will she?" Bucky didn't need to answer, you already knew. 

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shadows.

Chapter two:

Pairings: Wanda X Natasha, Natasha X umbrakinetic child reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic child reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic child reader.

Warnings:

Summary: Wanda and Natasha were no strangers to the dark. But what happens when the dark isn't what they thought it was?

A/n: this took ages 😭.

3rd person.

Natasha walked into the compound trying to figure out a way to convince the other Avengers to let y/n stay. Upon stepping out if the elevator on her and Wanda's floor Natasha was greeted with the smell of bacon and eggs. Natasha walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her cooking girlfriend.

"Tasha hey!"

Wanda exclaimed excitedly.

"hey detka"

Natasha responded, kissing Wanda's neck.

Wanda finished cooking and placed a plate of bacon and eggs Infront of Natasha before setting up her own.

"how was your run Moya lyobove (lmk if I spelt that wrong btw)?"

Wanda asked absent mindedly as she ate. Natasha suddenly remembered the books she brought and pulled them out and passed them to Wanda.

"I took you up on your 'be more spontaneous' offer. I went to a bookshop and got you these"

Natasha studied her girlfriends face as she inspected the books.

"they look fun... but there's something in your mind."

Wanda said shooting Natasha a pointed look. Natasha looked away.

"there was a teen. A homeless teen."

Natasha refused to meet Wanda's eyes.

"and upon impulse you gave them a place to stay. Didn't you."

Wanda sighed.

"there's a spare room in our floor that nobody uses and I'm sure she won't be trouble. Kid looks like she's been through a lot and..."

Natasha trailed off. She actually had no idea what had pushed her to make such a decision. Wanda looked at Natasha sympathetically.

"and you couldn't stand the thought of her staying there."

Wanda said softly. Natasha sighed and nodded gently.

"well I have nothing against it. Infact I support the idea. But your going to need alot of luck to convince the others of your idea."

Natasha groaned.

"Argh I know."

Wanda smiled at natasha.

"I'm sure you'll manage."

Wanda said connecting their hands from across the island in the kitchen. Natasha shit Wanda a grateful look.

"well then Romanoff you gonna tell us why we've been gathered here?"

Tony said as he and the other Avengers gathered in a room after Natasha called them for a 'emergency meeting'. Natasha stood before the group with Wanda beside her holding her hand.

"yes well there has been some certain offers made."

Natasha said. In all honesty Natasha had no idea how to tell the others she basically offered to take in a teen.

"what offers?"

Kate asked from besides yelena. Then Wanda spoke up.

"Nat has offered a teenager a home in the compound."

You could've heard a pin drop with the silence that followed.

"WHAT!?"

Tony exploded however Natasha glared at him.

"she is a homeless teen and she has a certain... draw to her. I couldn't let her stay in the streets. We have a perfectly good bedroom on mine and Wanda's floor that nobody uses and from what I know she's sure not to make trouble."

Natasha quickly defended.

"Romanoff your letting a stranger into the compound! A STRANGER!"

Tony exclaimed.

"I realise stark."

Natasha sighed. Tony glared at Natasha before shooting another snarky comment.

"we are not a bed and breakfast romanoff."

Natasha simply scoffed at him.

"I wouldn't mind another teen around actually..."

Peter spoke up. Tony sent Peter a glare.

"your supposed to be in my side here."

He said.

"actually I wouldn't mind either."

Kate speaks up again. Yelena simply nods along agreeing with kate.

"if the kid won't be trouble I don't see why she can't stay."

Steve says calmly. Tony watches in disbelief as the other Avengers agree to natasha.

"looks like your outnumbered stark. I'll pick her up tomorrow."

Natasha said slightly smug. Tony groaned and left the room. The others rolled their eyes. Tony would be over his temper tantrum soon enough.

*with y/n but still 3rd person*

Y/n wandered down the streets confused. She had just been offered a home by the black widow. A freaking superhero. And yet. She was hesitating. Anyone else in her position would if said yes in an instant. But y/n didn't. Walking back into the bookshop Sandra looked up from behind the desk.

"back from your walk then?"

She asked.

"Yeah..."

Y/n said softly.

"brilliant. You can help me shelve some books and tell me if your accepting that home."

Sandra said cheerfully as she pulled out a box of books ready for the shelves. Y/n blinked in surprise.

"how did you-"

Sandra cut her off.

"don't be silly y/n I know everything."

Y/n sighed. Sandra was a... unique person to say the least. Y/n grabbed the box and began to shelve the books though as instructed.

"I don't know if I should take the offer honestly."

"y/n you've been offered a home. A place to stay. Constant food and shelter. At least try it. And besides you could always run away back here. I'd protect you if you need you realise that?"

Sandra said sending y/n a reassuring smile. Y/n returned the smile before going back to her thoughts.

"ok. I'll try. But if I show up and hide from them one day say you haven't seen me at all ok."

Y/n said.

"oh don't you worry kiddo I'll be giving them and earful before they even take you. They screw up they die."

Sandra said taking the book y/n had and shelving it.

"you. Kill international superheroes? Verry funny."

Y/n said half sarcastic half amused. Sandra simply grinned again at y/n.

Y/n had come early today. And Sandra made sure to tease her about it.

"aww looks like someone's excited!"

Sandra said with a grin. Y/n sent her a nervous glare she didn't really mean.

"I'm nervous. What if they changed their mind. It it was a joke. Or-"

"you worry too much. Don't fret. Besides I'll still be here."

Sandra had cut off y/n again but she didn't mind. Sandra was always easily good at cutting people off to give good advice.

*Natasha 3rd person*

Natasha was nervous. It was only 8 am so she had 2 more hours till she needed to pick up y/n. Wanda was in the kitchen making breakfast and Kaye and Yelena were on the couch playing video games.

"don't worry Natasha I'm sure she'll be there."

Wanda said giving Natasha a soft smile and an omelette.

"I hope so..."

"do you need me to accompany you detka?"

Wanda asked. Natasha glanced up at her girlfriend.

"are you sure?"

Wanda nodded and Natasha smiled.

"thanks Moya lyobov"

"no problem mylashk"

Suddenly Yelena interupted them.

"can you both stop being so cute and loud. Me and Kate bishop are playing here!"

Natasha and Wanda laughed at Yelena but stood up and went to prepare the spare room for inhabitants.

A/n: and there's chapter 2! Lmk what you think. I'm quite enjoying this series so far and have big plans for it. Also sorry if the Russian nicknames are spelt wrong.

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Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

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"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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Avengers Team Night Masterlist

Here’s the collection of all of the team nights. Basically each member of the avengers gets one night a month where they pick the bonding/fun activity that everyone does. And this is how each of them plays out. I might add more if something comes to me but for now I’ll just be sticking to these peeps. These are in no particular order.

Also this is going to be Natasha x reader romantic and reader x other avengers platonic :)))

Tony’s Night

Thor’s Night

Clint’s Night

Steve’s Night

Natasha’s Night

Y/n’s Night

Wanda’s Night

Bruce’s Night

Yelena’s Night

Pietro’s Night

Bucky’s Night

Vision’s Night

Let me know if I should add someone else and what I should do for them!!

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It's only pretend right? (Bucky barnes x Reader) part 9

Summary: Alexei learns his new child is not a morning person, Loki and Grandma butt heads, Tony and Kitty find she is not a one-trick pony, while Terror twin Emma does the unthinkable

Warnings: goofy Avengers crack mixed with some fluff and angst , written on my phone so might be some errors in grammer.

previous part

It’s honestly is like a cliche to say it started out as any other day although it wasn’t she still had hydra wanting her to pump an army out super soldier, she also was walking up to the man she been in love with since she met him all those years ago and now he was peppering her face with kiss with the smile on his face that could make a nun sin. What she didn’t account for was her bedroom door bursting open and her newly found birth father storming into the room .

“ what are your intentions with my daughter” .

“ what the actual fuck man out of my room “ she almost snarled .

“ i don’t have to tell you my intentions with anyone alexei “ bucky chuckled the famous grumpy kitty morning coming to affect.

Without warning she move her hand to the side of bed feeling the hilt and the blade skimming the mans neck before hitting the door frame .

“ GET OUT” She yelled.

“ good chat , us protection this one can get pregnant” was last fleeting words out of his mouth closing the door quickly only for a blade to stick in the door.

“ stupid midguardian we told you not to disturb y/n “ loki laughed heading down the hall .

“ she nicked you” nat looked over man with appraising eye before following after loki .

As alexei walked into the dinning room every one looking up at the man amused , beth handing him a napkin for his neck .

“ is she always … so violent in the morning?” he asked.

“ YES” everyone almost collectively deadpanned looking at the man ,

“ only man to ever be able to walk her in a good mood was our grandfather and now bucky “ jesse chuckled.

“ honestly about time” tony sighed happily .

“ she is so cute “ yelena smiled brightly.

“ you do realise she not a baby right ?” tony brows furrowed.

“ she is cute though” wanda laughed.

“ not in the mornings she is frightful little thing “ loki winced .

“ she is our baby sister “ yelena wrapped her arms around izzy and jack both different reactions , izzy like yelena thought she was badass in many way , so did jack but he was also terrified of her .

Not wanting to leave her room , the bed because it meant not being in this bubble . the way she was laying down looking up at the man that made sense of the strange world she was thrown into . the peace in the storm that kept her anchor , that made her forget about all the revelation of her life , of the sick and twisted plan of a monster wanting to hunt her down and everything in between and after . laying in bucky barnes arm was like a safe haven to forgot the twisted reality she was fought against .

“ penny for you thoughts there doll” jesus christ the rasp of this man voice could clear the core memories from her head and make her drooling idiot in one sentence.

“ it cute you think my thoughts would cost as much “ the pathetic attempt to compose herself must of worked making him laugh at the sentence .

“ i don't know who has more sarcasm you or stark” he shook his head leaning down to kiss her nose.

“ she does it why i like her so much plus she smart speaking off my little brainy science bro breakfast so we can get to work” the man himself stood at her bedroom door burst the little bubble of serenity making her pout and little whine slip her lips . “ i ain't leaving and i'll put my suit on til you run out of weapons” he called, making her sit up and glare at the man .

“ i quit “

“ You can't quit plus were family stuck with me ” he winked .

“ sentimental asshole” she groaned, only smiling when Bucky's hand was in hers, pulling her from the bed . They walked down the stairs to the dining room with her family ( avengers and everyone else ) and shield agents. Her mom , Izzy and wanda cooking away to feed everyone , a long list of groceries on the table while tonys black card sat on top .

“ so what's on the agenda today” she yawned .

“ to get the vines out again see more of these powers to come out “ tony smirked as the room went quiet. “ oh yeah we totally went away from that didn't we , she got like vines and shit coming from her wrist like the web fluid he shoot but it comes out of her body “ tony shrugged like it was nothing.

“ my daughter is not only a firefighter “ alexei beamed.

“ I wasn't a firefighter to begin with” she rolled her eyes as she was handed a cup of coffee.

“ She's like a bag of tricks “ Tony beamed . “ with boxes of trauma and that's from this week alone “ she copied him .

“ You are a warrior little one “ Thor raised his poptart . “ a goddess “ he added.

“ minor goddess “ loki rolled his eyes only for him to flinch .

“ there is only one god and that is our lord, “ her grandmother glared.

“ I am a god you …. OWW “ he yelped.

“ you are not our lord,” she snapped .

“ I Am you crazy mortal … madam stop pinching me “ loki winced .

“ brother respect the elder” thor frowned.

“ SHE IS DEMENTED” Loki yelled as everyone snickered handing money over to kitty. “ You little minx “ he huffed.

“ hey blasphemy is not welcome in our household “ she snorted .

“ ok that was amazing your funeral is on me lady “ Tony chuckled at everyones head snapped to him , even Alexei looked shocked . “ what oh get over it” he shook his head .

“ That woman's gonna outlive us all “ kitty's father whispered .

she sat in the jet little patches all over her skin connecting her to the computer. her vitals on screen , blood pressure and heartbeat all to the side and while on the other side was a little wavelength of her brain . This was nothing new Tony had done before when he wanted to gauge the strength of her ‘gift’ . Now it was gifts , the side of her that wanted to analyse it , the science bro part of her wanted to investigate it all . Then there was the other part of her nervous in various different ways . what if she couldn't do it , what if she did do it and could not control it , if she hurt one of her friends , her family.

“ kid relax” tony hand on her shoulder , one of the rare moments of his comforting touch that wasn't filled with sarcasm , it was just a sincere comforting tone .

“ what if i let everyone done or someone gets hurt” that raw concern , that fear as she looked up .

“ not gonna happen kiddo , it not in you to hurt and if you do it's in defense or to protect , now if this is too much we can do it another time ok no pressure” he patted her hand , holding it for a minute .

“ I can do it , I can this” the small smile on her lips.

“ ok but just tell me if it gets too much let me know” tony headed to the computer . “ Now deep breathe feel that feeling you did that night “ he called.

closing her eyes , she let that night come to her mind. that feeling of protecting her friend , the feeling of near entrapment . that surge of power coming throughout her body.

“ holy shit” that phrase had her eyes opening and widened as she looked around the now frost covered jet , thick icicles that held to the ceiling, Tony in his ironman suit .

“ did i do that ?” she gasped standing pulling the wires off of her . the computer screen looked no short of breaking with the pressure of the frost and ice in every crevice.

“ I think we can take a break now” Tony winced as he stood . “ Mind melting us out?”.

the familiar warmth coming over as she directed it to the door now water spilling to the floor. Pushing the door open she crouch her hand hovering over the water in curiosity like nature only for it to move , like it was following her every move that made her raise the palm making the water rise with it . she turned to see tony face filled with the same shock as she had .

“ Well that's … interesting?” his suit disappeared as his hand swiped through the water she seemingly held in mid air .

it was ridiculous her family was in danger because of the family pet freak. being basically trapped into a house. she was fed up and honestly over it all .What was worse, the freak had her family wrapped around her fingers . nah emma was done she needed to sort this , she needed to get out of this house . so with the fakest sincerity in her voice she offered to go to the store . Now she was picking up food waiting for a moment to make her escape , the plan deep in her head. least it even meant if she was able to do this properly she could even get her hands on Bucky , show him what it meant to be with a woman of standard . one that would improve his image and popularity. the perfect opportunity hit when the agents were looking the list checking and making sure they got what was needed so far. sneaking out of the store , she made her way down the street. running as fast as she could hiding in alleyways . The van pulled up as she ran and hid behind the dumpster, not that it helped when she was staring up at the barrel of a gun , the logo she's seen before . instead of being afraid she smiled , smiled widely and bright like all of her prayers were answered.

“ finally , ok put that down” she stood taking them by surprise. “ I can help you get her” she smirked.

“ and we should believe you, why ?” a man stood forward.

“ because i want her gone”

“ bring her to the boss” .

She, along with Bruce and Tony, stood around the computer in the makeshift lab . three grown adults like kids on Christmas as they reported the findings once the shock of it all wore off of course . animatedly tony narrated the video of her freezing the inside of the jet before she well broke it all and the video went blank . It was mesmerising seeing herself , her eyes closed and the ice glimmering til it was almost a blast , even how fast tony got into his suit made them laugh. Then one by one everyone came and looked at the video , all in amazement looking at the screen then she showed them her with the water , how she controlled it. How she manipulated and made the liquid bend and move to her will .

“ You are a surprising little one aren't you ?” Loki praised , a praise in his manner.

“ Thanks mischief , it's so strange though, like what the hell did they do to me or would I always be this way” she mused . “ i mean i have to train these new gifts but are they dangerous to me or will they benefit us” she yawned, feeling overly tired at the new strain on her body , the exhaustion hitting her.

“ hey kitty nap time go kid we can continue this when your awake” nat rubbed her shoulders , all concerned eyes on her before she could tell them she was fine she was over bucky's shoulder a tired “ ok fine” coming from her lips . he could sense her almost limp when he lifted her of his shoulder he laughed when he saw she was already asleep . lifting the blanket over as she nuzzled into the warmth living up to the nickname . adorable and beautiful all at once , surprising himself to feel that love for her grow even more . a kiss on her cheek , he reluctantly headed out of the room.

she wasn't scared maybe she should have been , but desperation wouldn't allow her to feel this way . This could solve all of her problems , got her what she wants . The main obstacle that was in her way and source of all of her problems was kitty. With kitty gone , well it meant getting the man she wanted , that in turn meant doors opening , opportunities arising . This fucked up mentality , the way she thought this would get her what she wanted and the only reason she didnt get this was her adopted cousin , who she didnt even see as family or deserving of it all . Emma complained about the hood on her head , making the hydra agents roll their eyes and even regret getting this chick . the boss told them not to bring harm to her even though they wanted to gag her and order was an order so they listened and led her to the base . Hood on her head she was brought to a mysterious building , down what she guessed was a hallway . She was brought and sat in a chair the stinking hood taken off . The room was dimmed . the darker side of the room she could see the outline of a man. He looked big , looked muscular almost her type squinting to try make out a face .

“ So you said you can help?” the rough rasp of a voice spoke up .

“ i can , i can get her to come to you “ Emma beamed .

“ why should i believe you what if this is a trap , what's stopping me from my agents blowing your brains out now” he laughed .

“ let's be real you guys are desperate and without my help your gonna get nowhere” she scoffed, rolling her eyes again making heads tilt and thought wondering if this chick understood where or who she was with .

“ how do propose your plan” he asked .

“ depends on what it get me can you assure me she wont be found again ? “ emma looked at her nail before looking to the dark figure.

“ you'll never see her again i assure you , now tell me your plan” his voice tensed up like he was losing his patience.

“ ok mr…”

“ Rumlow , Brock rumlow” he leaned forward a devilish grin on the heavily scarred face .

“ Well Rumlow, here's how we do it” she held her hand out he took it shaking, listening intently to the plan. A crooked smile taking over his features making his eyes light up.

“ your a twisted little thing we could use a woman like you” he laughed, shaking his head already tasting the victory .

“ hey if i cant model , I'll keep your business card” she rolled her eyes .

“ let get it done my evil new friend” Brock Rumlow stood handing her his phone watching in amusement at the oscar worthy performance. from the fake despair to even the fact sniffle and fear . to the fumbling of the phone and bang on the table . taking paper and pen she wrote out a response handing the phone to an agent to read it out as she shouted help. when the agent held out the phone putting it soeaker . this was anazing , the agreement and then the hanging up . now what emma failed to see was that hydra only looked out for hydra.

“ tale her to a cell” he clicked his finger making hee exoression fall .

“ wait im helping you “ she protested trying

to free from the grip.

“ abd you. did we'll find something else for you my dear “ he laughed as she yelled , kick and thrashed all the way out of the room and down the hall .

“ shame she had potential but she annoying as fuck” he chuckled watching the monitor , watching and waiting know everything was finally turning his way . “ Hail hydra “ .

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