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Summary: What if...HYDRA captured you?

Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood, gunshots, mentions of implied SA (but never specified), made up supernatural elements probably.

Italics signifiy speaking in a foreign language

Main Masterlist.

1954

The night air nips at your skin as you creep through the bushes, the only light coming from your now burning house. The smell of smoke permeates the air and rises high up into the moonless night. The orange glow from the flames pouring out of your house cast long shadows from your hiding place. When you reach a better vantage point to see the front of the house, you gasp, then clap your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that wants to bubble up.

There, lined in a row all kneeling in the dirt, are your brothers. Charlie seems to be talking to the men around him, head held high as he glares at the man you assume is in charge. You can't hear what they're saying, but you see the man standing in front of your brothers let out a hearty laugh.

Junior and Benji share a look, and you hear Aiden yell at Charlie to stop. You think you hear him say your name, but the roaring house fire is loud, and so is the blood rushing in your ears.

You notice the cuffs on your brother's hands and forearms, arms tightly bound behind them. Probably to stop them from Shifting, you think. The man in charge bends over to say something to Charlie, and a moment later, they all shout, Charlie hasn't made a move the whole time. You wonder what they said, because in the next moment, Aiden jumps up to lunge at the man, and then a resounding CRACK fills the air. And Aiden falls to the ground unmoving.

The scream escapes you now, but the sound is drowned out as another crack goes off, and Benji falls in a heap next to Aiden.

No, this can't be happening.

One of the men comes up and unfolds a baton, the end crackling violently with electricity, and shoves the end of it into Junior's side. He lets out a strangled scream and slumps forward as the pain passes.

Charlie's head falls forward, shoulders slumping in defeat and looks right at you, hiding in the dark in the bushes.

You scramble back in the dirt and go to get up and run. As you turn to run, you ram into a solid body and get knocked back down in the dirt.

Looking up, a giant mass of a man stands before you, his hair is stringy and long to his chin, there’s a mask covering the bottom half of his face but you’re sure he’s sneering at you. There's black paint or coal smeared across his eyes, and the crystal blue of his eyes shines that much brighter in the firelight from the house. They look cold and distant as he stares down his nose at you. A gleam catches your eye at the fingers on his left hand as they glint in the light from the fire. He clenches his fist, and there’s a mechanical whirring sound. He’s dressed in all black, from his combat boots to his pants and the tactical vest with long sleeves.

How did you not hear him come up behind you? “P-please,” you plead. There’s tears running down your face, making tracks in the dirt that’s smudged on your cheeks. He tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, inhaling deeply.

“Poydem so mnoy, lepestok,” his voice is deep and gravely. It sounds like he has to force the words out of his mouth. It sends shivers down your spine, and you shake your head at him. He growls as he crouches down to your level, eyes flashing dangerously at you as his brow lowers over his eyes. In one swift motion his hand goes to his hip and he flips a knife through his fingers with practiced ease a few times before he grasps the handle and places the sharp tip under your chin so you can look up at him.

He smells like charred wood and machinery, gunpowder, leather, and dried mint. It reminds you of a cold winter's evening.

“YA ne budu sprashivat' snova,” his knife presses into your chin a little harder, making you whimper, “lepestok.”

“I-I don-don’t kn-know what y-you’re saying,” you tell him softly, afraid to speak above a whisper. “Please, pl-please let me go.” You reach up to touch his hand that's holding the knife, but his silver hand catches you before you can and holds your wrist in a crushing grip. You let out another whimper as he squeezes his fingers tighter.

He hauls you up by your wrist, your feet barely touching the grass beneath you. You bring your other hand up to try and pry his metal fingers from you, but his grip is unrelenting. He picks you up higher and brings your face closer to his, his cold, dead eyes narrowing above the mask.

“Ty poydesh’ so mnoy, lepestok,” he growls out. You would have felt his breath fan across your face if it weren't for the muzzle keeping it in. “Ili ya ub'yu togo, kto ubezhal.”

That last sentence has the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, you tug your arm again, eyes glowing and fangs extending.

“Let me go, or you'll regret it, asshole,” a growl bubbles up and out of your chest, skin rippling as you go to Shift.

Before you can blink, the man with the metal arm grips the front of your shirt and slams you down on the ground hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. You're dazed as you look up through blurred vision at him hovering over you. His metal fingers dig into your collarbone to keep you down, and from his back, he pulls out a metal ring. He places it around your neck, and it closes with a deafening shink.

The pain is instant, causing you to arch up and let out a scream so loud it has you seeing spots. Silver, the collar around your neck. It burns into your skin, and you try and claw it off, only burning your hands in the process. The skin around your neck is raw and red within a few minutes, and you sag back into the ground, panting heavily and eyelids heavy.

The metal armed man grunts in satisfaction, pulling you up with him to stand and flopping you over his shoulder. You hang limply in his hold as he treks back to the men near the house.

“Come, enough struggling, Little Petal,” his voice is deep and accented as it rumbles through you.

You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, raw and hoarse from screaming, “f-fuck you,” you croak. All the energy leaves you as you're carried across the grass, the heavy boots of the man carrying you thump loudly in your ears.

He comes to a stop and dumps your body on the ground unceremoniously, and when you loll your head to the side, you see Junior and Charlie still kneeling side by side. Junior has a few bruises littered around his face and body, and Charlie has a gash along his hairline that's trickling blood down his face and into the dirt. They both give you pained smiles, eyes filling with tears that soon spill as they look at you.

“Why didn't you run, Flowers?” Junior husks, eyes bouncing between your own.

“Co-couldn’t leave yo-you,” you manage to say. The men around you speak in that foreign language as you talk to your brothers.

“Where is the other Shifter, Soldat?” A man sneers, his accent heavy. Eastern European, Russian, you think.

“Gone,” is all the metal-armed man says. You peer up to him, his eyes are trained ahead, unseeing and blank. In the next second, the man in charge steps forward and strikes him across the face with the back of his hand. The other men around snicker to themselves. The man, Soldat, barely moves, just his face turning with the force of the blow, his long, stringy hair fanning across his face, and you think he's staring down at you now. His face is impassive, and he turns it slowly back to face forward again.

“Where?” Charlie whispers to you, eyebrows creased in worry.

You give him a smile, you hope, though it's probably more of a grimace, “I hear there's Sunshine out in Shiprock,” you speak the code you know only your brothers would understand. A look of relief fills their faces. Your muscles tense as a new wave of pain goes through you as the silver collar settles on your skin. You crawl towards your brothers, trying not to focus on the lifeless forms of Aiden and Benji.

You almost reach them, fingers barely grazing Junior's knee when a boot between your shoulder blades shoves you back to the ground. You whimper at the pain from the collar and the full force of the person standing on you.

“Sdvig. ili umeret',” the man above you sneers. He presses his boot down harder into you, and you yelp, hands reaching and fingers digging into the dirt. The silver collar digs into your skin more, and you struggle to fight through the pain.

You can barely make out that your brothers are yelling at the man to stop and that you can't understand what it is they want. After several moments or hours, you can't tell, Charlie's voice reaches your ears. It's frantic, and he's trying to be soothing, but you can tell he's panicking.

“Shift, he wants you to Shift, Flowers! Do it!”

“Can't,” you rasp, “silver.”

“Tell her to change! Or one of you dies!” The Head man says, and when you peer over to Charlie and Junior, they're both pushed to the ground as well. The man over them cocks his gun and aims it at Junior's head. “Sdvig!”

You try with every fiber of your being to Shift, but the pain and the silver won't let you. “I can't!” You shout, tears pile in your eyes, and you can barely see when the man above your brothers shoots Junior twice before the light leaves his eyes. Your skin ripples as you hear Charlie let out a deafening roar. He screams he's going to kill every last one of the men in the clearing. Threatens them with such violent deaths that if they lay another finger on you, they'd regret it.

You're yanked up by the collar, and when you look up, the metal armed man is holding you. His eyes are empty as he stares back at you, and you let out a low growl. It hardly escapes your throat, but the warning is there.

“Shift, Little Petal, or he dies,” the Soldat speaks into your ear. When you look at Charlie, his eyes are glowing in anger. And then you look at the bodies of your brothers. Lifeless and unmoving, tiny pools of crimson paint the dirt.

You were all happy and laughing not even an hour ago, and now your house was a crumbling pile of flaming ashes.

“Why me?” You ask him, and when he doesn't answer, you look at the Soldat again. His brow is pulled low over his eyes, a question in his gaze. Did he even know why?

The man standing over Charlie laughs. It makes your blood run cold. “Because you are female, my dear,” and the implication isn't lost on you. Your heart rate kicks up, and you look at Charlie. His eyes have faded, and he stares at you in shock.

He says your name softly, like a prayer, pleading, “fight them, every step of the way. You fight. Don't let them-”

Crack

—--

You don't remember the pain, and you don't remember much of anything after the gunshot went off.

You do remember sinking your teeth into the man who shot your brothers. The warmth of his blood coating your mouth as you tore at his jugular. His body lay in a bloody heap beneath your paws. Your face, chest, and paws stained crimson as you look at the rest of the men gathered around. Fear and shock mar their faces, all except Soldat. There's a glint in his eyes. He seems amused even under the muzzle. He's the only one that could hold you back, but he all but threw you at the man now dead at your feet.

The remaining men around are all shouting in Russian for the Soldat to do something. They take cautious steps back to put themselves behind the metal armed man and far from you. He crouches down and extends his metal fingers to you. His stare is still blank, but it's not as cold as it was before.

“Come, they will not hurt you, not with me here,” Soldat says, his voice low and gravely. When you don't make a move toward him, he tries again. “they do not speak English. Only he could,” he nods his chin to the dead man at your feet, and his hand still extended to you.

A man in the back speaks up, voice wavering and uncertain, “zastavit' yeye podchinit'sya!”

You hear the Soldat growl and stand, his metal arm whirring as he clenches his fists. He says something back to the men, and they all flinch and hastily make their way back to the SUVs parked a few feet away. Except for one, he catches by the collar of his shirt and tosses him at your feet.

When you look up to the Soldat, he gestures to the man trying to scurry away from you, “The boot on your back,” he says calmly.

You growl, head going low and eyes flashing. You lunge and sink your teeth into the man's shoulder, he yells in pain, and you tighten your hold and rip away, blood spraying out onto the ground around you. The man gurgles for a second and is dead in the next.

You've silently crept your way to stand by the metal-armed man, head coming up just below his chest. His flesh hand comes up, and his fingers dig into your fur. The silver collar around your neck is a dull ache compared to the pain in your chest, heart shattered in a thousand pieces.

Your eyes close at the contact, you may have killed the man responsible for your siblings' deaths, but you can't bring yourself to look at them again. So when the Soldat takes a step towards the vehicles, you don't hesitate to follow. There's nothing left for you here, and getting them to leave lets Leon get far away from the death and destruction left behind.

—

You've lost count of the days, or months, or years maybe, that have passed since you followed Winter. It suited him. It was a better name than Soldat, in your opinion.

The silver collar around your neck doesn't pain you like it used to. The scars along your collarbone and neck never seem to heal.

The thin mattress and even thinner blanket sit in the corner of the cage they keep you in. Cage is a relative term. At least a cage has a view. the one you're kept in is just a concrete room with no windows and one door.

You only see Winter on rare occasions. He tried to protest once but was quickly punished for speaking out. You went to intervene, but the collar had a shock system in it, and you collapsed to the ground in a heap and was pulled out of your Shifted form. You lay naked and in pain as the aftershocks of the electricity coarsed through your system.

You only Shift to your human form when they tell you to. The electric shocks let you know when, any other time you're Shifted. It's easier that way, easier to deal with the handlers that were assigned to you. No one talked to you anyway. The men around the compound only sneered at or talked about you.

The heavy metal door to your cell opens, bright fluorescent light streaming into the dark room, and you shuffle up onto all fours. But the man at the door isn't your usual handler. He seems nervous and won't meet your eye. He shuffles on his feet, holds up an electrified baton, it crackles violently, and you pad out of the room and wait for instructions. You know the drill by now, do what they say or else. The or else usually results in some form of pain.

“khodit, dvornyaga,” (walk, mutt) You're not sure when you picked up on understanding Russian, but you could understand the basics. Maybe you have been here a long time. You shake the thought out of your head as you follow the man down a few corridors, twisting this way and that. You've ascended a few flights of stairs, and when he opens the next door, the room is vast and cold concrete. In the center of the room sits a strange contraption, surrounded by monitors.

On the opposite wall, there's another set of heavy metal doors. They roll open and in staggers Winter, fog rolling along the floor as he exits. Two men in uniform enter next, making him walk forward, but his legs give out, and he collapses to his knees, panting heavily. There's a man in a lab coat that follows behind and a final man with a maroon beret on his head. The handler, you think. There's a folder in his hands as he goes to wait by the contraption.

You make your way over to Winter, tail low but swishing slightly. You nose over his hair and down his face and into his neck, he brings his flesh hand up and digs in your fur. His hair is wet, maybe a little frost bitten like he was laying in a heap of snow. You put yourself under his arm, and he uses you to lean his weight on so he can stand again. Winter’s hand lazy finds your head and pats once, huffing out a heavy breath. He's barefoot, wearing the bare minimal tact outfit; a black vest and pants.

You felt like you hadn't seen him in years, but there he stood just like the first time you met him. Tall and broad and menacing. His shoulders straighten, and he cracks his neck from side to side.

You glance into the room he just left, and you see some kind of chamber. The door's ajar and fog is rolling out of it in a steady stream. You can smell the chill of it in the air, like the scent of the first snowfall of the year right before it happens. What was that machine? It makes a chill run down your spine.

When you go to pad back towards Winter, you're stopped by the man who collected you from your cell. He stands in front of you with the baton pointed at you, his face trying to be stern, but falls short when you growl at him.

“Time for you to Shift, Mutt,” he sneers. He raises the baton to your face, and it crackles in anticipation. Your ears go back, and you lower your head as another growl leaves you. You take a step back when the man advances.

There's panic in his eyes, frantically searching around the room as his heart kicks up a little.

“Leave her. She will comply after she witnesses this,” a man across the room calls. He's standing with the two men in matching camo and rifles in their hands. He ushers Winter towards the strange contraption and forces him to sit.

“Come closer, little mutt, and witness first hand total compliance,” the maroon beret man calls, a smug look on his face. The men with rifles secure Winter's arms down with bindings and then the metal arms above hum to life and shift down on either side of his face.

Winter makes eye contact with you for the briefest of seconds before the ends of the metal arms clamp around his face. One side completely obscured his face and the other framing his cheek. They tighten so he can't move his head, and the lab coat in the back flicks a few switches and you can hear the electricity hum to life and in the next second you see the metal armed man tense and scream in pain.

The sound makes your fur stand on end, the pain and agony leaving this man sends your mind reeling. What the hell were they doing?

After a moment, Red Beret opens a red book with a star on it, matching the red star on Winter's shoulder. He starts a series of phrases in Russian. You can't hear it over the rush of blood in your ears or over Winters screaming. And then the machine shuts off, metal arms retracting and raising away from the man in the chair.

He convulses with the aftershocks of the electricity, head twitching slightly. The Red Beret says one final phrase, and Winter's eye twitches before he looks up at his handler, eyes cold and distant.

“Good morning, Soldier,” the handler says as he places the red book down.

“Ready to comply,” the Soldat answers. His voice is rough as he forces the words from his mouth. Another shiver runs up your spine, but you take a few steps closer. The Soldats head lowers slightly, eyebrows furrowing low over his eyes, and his gaze cuts to you before you can take another step.

“I have a mission for you. Sanction and extraction. No witnesses,” the handler picks up a manilla folder, thick and full of papers, and holds it out for the Soldier to take. Without breaking eye contact with you, he takes the folder and rises to his feet. Your hackles stand on end, and your stance widens, head low as a growl escapes your chest.

Something about the way the Soldat moves is off; different. This isn't the same man you've known. He's cold and menacing. Things he's never been around you.

“And take the mutt with you,” the handler says, amusement in his voice. A pile of black tact gear is thrown at your feet, and in the next second, a harsh jab of the electric baton is shoved into your side. You yelp and go to dodge the next jab but a metal arm grabs you by the collar and holds you aloft, the electricity runs through you violently and the aftershocks make your skin ripple and a shudder runs through you. The Soldat drops you, and the collar turns on, and it forces you to Shift, and you let out a strangled yell through clenched teeth. He steps over your prone form and walks out of the room.

“Hurry after him, little mutt,” the handler says as he folds his arms across his chest. “Or do you want to try again?” He glances at the machine behind him, and your eyes widen. You scramble to grab the clothes and hastily put them on as you run to catch up to Soldat.

It's a one-piece bodysuit, and after you shove your arms and legs into it, you zip it up. The all black suit is a little baggy on you, but it fits well enough. The pants are cargo like, large pockets on either leg. The top is like a vest, the sleeves are cut off at the elbow and the neck is long and baggy, you can pull it up over your head and it covers the bottom half of your face as well.

You catch up to the Soldat, he puts in a code for the door, and the heavy metal of the doors creak and groan to life as they open just enough for you both to fit through.

The sheer cold hits you in the face, and a full blast of ice-cold wind forces its way through the door. You're keenly aware that you aren't wearing shoes as you follow the Soldat outside. He seems unaffected by the cold as he crosses the walkway and to a small aircraft, it's a little bigger than a helicopter, and plane-like. The ramp in the back is already down, and he climbs aboard, not even sparing you a glance.

When you finally shuffle your way inside, it's a little warmer, only due to the fact the wind isn't blowing inside. To your right, the Soldat stands at a rack of supplies, you notice he pulls a pair of boots out and shoves his feet in them, then a few knives find their way into various parts of his suit. He shifts over a little and extends his hand out to you, a pair of combat boots that look like they'll fit you in his hand.

You grab them before he can drop them, pulling them tight to your chest.

“Tha-” you cough and then clear your throat. It's been a very long time since you've had to use your voice. “Thank you.” It's rough and doesn't sound like you, but it comes out all the same. He nods and makes his way to the pilot seat, strapping in and plopping the manila folder down on the seat next to him.

“Read it,” he spares you a glance before he starts the aircraft and begins the preflight measures. When you sit next to him, he pauses, “aloud.”

When you open the file, it's all in Russian. No surprise there, but you can't read it. There's a photograph of an older man, a candid shot of him exiting a car. His hair is white, cropped short on the sides and fluffy on the top. His mustache is also white. And then you're struck by the fact that this photo is colorized.

“This,” you clear your throat again, “this photograph is in color,” you show him the image, and his eyebrows furrow, eyes moving along the photo, the paper and then your face. It's like he doesn't seem to grasp the concept. “It's in color,” you say more to yourself. Your fingers trace along the photograph, the lines on the man's face, down his chin and stopping the suit he wore. He was very well dressed.

“Ho-,” you cough again, this one longer than the last. “Howard St-Stark…” It's mostly mumbled to yourself, but the Soldat can hear you. “Born 1917, in New York… head of Stark Industries…. Worked on Projects PEGASUS, and REBIRTH, and co-founder of SHIELD. A lot of this is in Russian, I can't read it.”

He hums in acknowledgment, pressing one final button and then a switch, and then pulls a lever, and the aircraft takes off. It's faster moving than you thought it would be. After 20 minutes, the Soldat engages the autopilot and then turns toward you with his hand out. You hand him the folder, and he reads through it, eyes scanning over every detail. He takes a few pictures out of the folder and gives them to you, one of the target, Stark, another of a metal briefcase, and another of the car you assume he'll be driving.

“Those men, they want what's in the briefcase?” You ask, flipping through the pictures again.

He hums again, “HYDRA.” And when you give him a questioning glance, he nods to the pictures and motions to the folder, “HYDRA wants whatever is in that case. A serum. It says here, retrieval at all costs,” he reads a few more pages before he puts the folder down, having gathered enough information.

“Do you remember the night we met?” Curiosity getting the better of you, and when he doesn't respond, you look up at him. There's a blank look in his eyes and his brows lower. He searches your face for a moment, as if trying to place it. He shakes his head no, and you deflate

After a few silent moments, he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, “Dvornyaga,” your head whips around to look at him, “those scars. How…?” The question hangs in the air. Did he really not remember how you got most of them?

“I remember when I was 9 years old, and I climbed the tree in the backyard,” you’re staring out the window at the clouds that pass, running your fingers over the newest scar you can’t heal from. “Mama and my brother, Aiden, always used to worry I’d fall out and hurt myself. Papa used to laugh and say, ‘Well at least she’ll learn to land on ‘er feet,’” you let out a sad chuckle. “I did fall, sprained my ankle, and got a really big gash on my leg ‘cause I landed on a rock.” You turn to him and lift your pant leg, “It healed in a few days, and the scar never showed.”

The Soldat’s brows are pulled together, the question in his eyes as they scan up your leg - which is now littered with scars - and back to your face.

“The silver stops me from healing all the way. Everything they do to me stays on my body like a morbid reminder. This is a reminder of what I am and how I got here.”

You pull the zipper of your tact suit down to your navel, exposing the skin and standing to show him the biggest scar you had. Its jagged edges to the left of your belly button is about 6 inches long, “You shot me with a silver bullet once, all because they told you to do it. It was after you brought me in, the night they killed my family. The doctors dug it out with silver tools. Sometimes, I can still feel them burning me from the inside.”

—

It was late in the evening when you and Soldat reached the interception point. Hidden behind a treeline from the main road, you sat behind him on a motorcycle. One he stole from a bar a town over. He may have broken someone's nose to get it.

“I still can't believe it's 1991…” You shuffled the newspaper in your hands. On the corner near the bar was a newspaper dispenser, and you didn't hesitate to take one as you walked by it. “So many things have happened. So many things I've missed…” your hand scratches at the silver collar around your throat absent-mindedly. You've gotten so used to it that it's like a second skin.

“Where are we again?” You've asked this question multiple times and have received no answer each time.

He sighs heavily, hands tightening on the handlebars, “It doesn't matter. Now be quiet,” he hisses the last bit out in Russian. A sign that tells you he's fed up with you talking so much.

Another hour rolls by, and you're about to say something else when a car drives by. You recognize it as the same one from the photos.

“Hold on,” is all he says in warning before the motorcycle comes to life and Soldat speeds away. You scramble to hold on, newspaper flying into the wind and arms circling his waist and gripping tight. He speeds up to the car quickly, pulling up to the passenger side he winds his metal arm up and punches the side of the vehicle, a tire blows out as the car struggles to stay in its lane, but fails and crashes violently into a tree.

The Soldat skids to a stop and backtracks toward the car, shutting the bike off and stepping off. The skin from your elbows to your fingertips ripple, fur coming forth, and claws extending as you follow behind the metal armed man. He forces the trunk of the car open, the metal straining with the force. There lies the briefcase, and when he opens it, 4 or 5 pouches of glowing blue liquid are inside.

“All of that,” you gesture to the car wreck, “for these?” You look up at your companion, and he just gives you a silent side-eye. He shuts the briefcase and goes to grab it when you hear a car door open and someone falls out with a pained grunt. You both share a look before you round the car.

There on the ground in a bloody, disheveled heap is none other than your target, Howard Stark. Soldat makes his way over to the injured man. You right behind him, claws bared. Stark is whimpering in pain, and when the Soldat fists a chunk of silver hair in his hands and pulls Stark to a kneeling position.

“Pl-please, my wife,” he grunts heavily, and his eyes focus up to the Soldat, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “S-sergeant Barnes?”

Barnes? Who..? And then the Soldat brings his metal fist up, but you stop him before it could make contact. He glares at you, and if it were anyone else, they'd be running away as fast as they could and putting as much distance between him and them. But you aren't afraid of him. You give the Soldat a pleading look, and he drops his arm but doesn't let go of Stark's hair.

Stark winces as you peer around your grumpy companion, his hand going up to try and gain purchase on the hand, gripping him too tight. He eyes you warily, grunting in discomfort. You're sure he has a few broken ribs, maybe a sprained arm or leg. It's definitely a broken nose.

“He called you Sargeant,” you say. “Do you know this man, Soldat?” He doesn't respond, only glaring down at you when you step closer to Stark. When you get close enough to smell him, you take a few inhales, circling around the back of him and stop. He doesn't smell unpleasant, all things considered. He smells musky and metallic; probably from the blood. But there's something else on him, something pleasing, and it makes you hum.

“Ho-Howard?” A strangled cry comes from the car, and your head swivels around at the sound, eyebrows lowering. Another person?

“My wife, please, please,” Stark pleads, and you make your way around the car to the passenger side. The door is jammed shut, and you give it a few hard tugs before it finally creaks free.

The woman, Stark's wife, is bloody and broken but alive. She looks at you with wet eyes, big and round, as she chokes out a sob. Her cheekbone looks shattered, maybe a broken arm and a few bruised ribs. When you lean in to rip the seat belt from her, you smell it again, that pleasing scent that was also on Stark. You hum quietly, claws easily tearing the seat belt from her body, and she sags. You catch her and her fingers flex in your forearms.

“What are you doing, Mutt?” Soldat asks, letting go of Stark and stopping you in your tracks.

“What - your arms,” she lets out a quiet gasp. Oh yeah, fur, oops. You hum again, nodding when she looks up at you. You shrug and help her out of the car. She leans all her weight in you, and you support her around the car toward her husband.

“Helping. They're hurt, Winter,” he flinches at the name, and you go to move around him, but he stops you again. A growl starts low in your chest when he doesn’t move.

“No witnesses,” his voice is low and demanding, but you won’t be swayed. There’s something about these two that tugs at something inside you. You have to know what it is. The woman lets go of you, and you let her crawl towards her husband, and they embrace, hands fleeting and worrying about one another.

“No one has to know,” you reach out to him and place a hand on his chest, but he flinches back out of your reach. “I’ll stay. Take the package and leave,” you say for only him to hear. “HYDRA will think they died, maybe me too…”

“Did you say HYDRA?” Stark asks. He and his wife are still kneeling on the ground, and he straightens up a little when the Soldat turns to glare at him. “you've been with HYDRA this whole time?”

“You know him. You called him Sergeant,” You crouch down to their level and give him a reassuring smile.

Stark nods, eyeing the man over your shoulder, “Sergeant James Barnes of the 107th. He is - was - Captain Steve Rogers best friend. He was my friend, too. Barnes fell from a train in the Swiss Alps, and Steve was devastated. We all thought he died," Stark looks up at the Soldat again, and you turn to look at him too. “I'm sorry, Bucky.”

“Who the hell is..?” You mutter to yourself. The Soldat, Barnes - or whoever he is - starts breathing heavily, eyes wide and unseeing as he takes in Stark's information. “Winter..?” You stand and take a cautious step towards him, his eyes cut to you, and there's something in them that makes you pause.

You've heard of Captain America and his sacrifice. But you don't know the details, or maybe you forgot them. You take another step towards him and stare up into his eyes. They seem distant and lost.

“Bucky?” You ask hesitantly. His eyes soften slightly.

“Dvornyaga,” he brings his metal hand up to the side of your face, palm resting on your neck. In one swift movement, his fingers clasp around the collar and crush it. A small jolt runs down your spine, and then the pieces of offending metal are in scraps on the ground.

Your eyes glow bright, and it’s like a thousand pounds has been lifted off your shoulders. The tears well up big and fat in your eyes before you laugh, digging your fingers into the tact vest of the man who has freed you. The tears fall freely when you blink and look up at him, “Why did you do that?” You hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing as tight as you could. His arms stay at his side, but he can smell you now, and he remembers. Maybe only a sliver of a memory, but it’s there.

“Petal,” he says softly.

“Stay,” you say into his neck, but he shakes his head no. He pulls you away and walks toward the trunk of the car wreck and shuts it, leaving the briefcase behind, and then takes out his pistol. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and you shuffle in front of Stark and his wife. He raises his gun and shoots, shattering a security camera not even 10 feet from you.

“I'm not him,” he says quietly, “don't think I ever will be. But I can try.”

He nods and makes his way to his motorcycle. As he speeds away, you have a small thought that you hope to see him again one day. Maybe you could find out who this Sergeant Barnes is, or was, together.

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Howard and his wife, Maria, were wary but thankful that you intervened and saved their lives. Admittedly, you also had a part in their crashing, but they had other things to worry about at the moment.

When you offered to run and get help, Howard had worried it would take too long, but you assured him you were very quick.

“Let us go with you,” Marisa insisted. “Our son, he'll be so worried, please?”

You aren't sure how you've kept your humanity for this long. If the year was right, and you're sure it is, you've been mostly Shifted for 30 years. Give or take, with the way HYDRA kept you and tortured you, you weren't sure the details. You noticed your mannerisms were more dog-like now than you used to be, but Howard and Maria didn't seem to notice as they limped together while you guided them back to a main road.

“You stopped Sergeant Barnes from killing us. Why?” Howard breaks the silence after a while. “Why? Aren't you with HYDRA as well?”

Why did you? You just had a feeling? Because you could smell something on him? You don't even know what it is.

“I- I don't know,” your brows pinch together as you wait for them to catch up to you. There’s headlights heading towards your group, and you step into the street with arms raised. The car pulled to a stop, and you ran to the driver's side. “please, my - they - uh, they need help. There was an accident. Can you take them to the nearest hospital? Please.”

The man behind the wheel relents, and you help Howard and Maria into the back of the car, shutting the door behind them. When you step back and walk away, a voice calls out to you.

“Wait, aren’t you coming?” Maria has a look of worry on her face, and when you go to tell her no, tears gather at her waterline, and you sigh.

—

You sat in the ER waiting room, Howard had been checked out and sat with you while he waited for his wife. His arm was in a sling, suit jacket long forgotten and slung over your shoulders. His face was cleaned up only slightly, small amounts of blood under his nose remained, but at least it wasn’t broken anymore. There’s a dark bruise forming on the side of his face where it met the steering wheel, his brows pinch together as he studies you, hazel eyes flicking around your face.

“I never did get your name,” Howard says quietly, fingers fiddling with the strap of the sling around his other arm. You hum softly, tugging his jacket tighter around you. It smelled like him, and Maria. But there was just something else there, hidden in the fabrics of the jacket you couldn’t put your finger on.

A young man comes barreling into the ER waiting room, skidding to a stop and heaving gulps of air as he spins around frantically. His dark brown hair is a poofy mess on his head, like he’s been pulling at the roots. The dark red hoodie he wears has the sleeves pulled up over his elbows, and dark gray baggy sweats sit low on his hips. Howard also notices the young man and goes to stand, but lets out a grunt of pain, and you shoot up to help him stand. He puts his uninjured arm over your shoulders, you place a hand on his ribs, he takes a limping step forward, and you guide him.

“Tony,” Howard calls out, a little strained. The man - Tony - whirls around at Howard’s voice, and his eyes go wide as he rushes toward you both. “My son, Tony,” Howard says to you, and you nod. Tony comes to a stop in front of his father, and you let him go to take a step back. Tony is tall, not as tall as Howard, and they both tower over you.

“Dad, what the hell?” Tony says in a panic. He takes in the sight of Howard, reaching his hands out when Howard staggers a little. “What the hell happened? Where’s mom?” He cranes his neck to look around the waiting room, and his eyes find you, eyes narrowing slightly, “who is this?”

Howard places a hand on his son's shoulder, calming him with a quiet hush, “she sav - helped your mother and I. There was an accident,” he pats Tony's shoulder and speaks over his protest, “we're fine, just a few scraps and bruises. Really.” A minute later, Maria is wheeled out, her wrist has a brace on it and the gash on her forehead has a few stitches, but she looks a lot better than she did when you arrived. You sigh in relief.

“Tony,” Maria sounds relieved, “oh my boy,” There's tears welling up in her eyes as her son rushes to her side, helping her out of the wheelchair and hugging her carefully.

When Howard makes his way to his family, you feel an ache in your chest. Sure, you're happy they're together, and you did what you could. But you miss your family, miss your brothers, and maybe you miss Bucky as well.

You slip the jacket off your shoulders and drape it over a chair, and make your way towards the exit. There's nothing left here for you now. Might as well find somewhere to lay low for a while. Outside there’s a well-dressed man leaning against an expensive looking town car.

“Hey? Hey!” A voice calls out behind you, and when you turn to it, it’s Tony rushing towards you, “wait, please.” He stops in front of you, heaving a sigh and running a hand through his hair. “I just uh, I wanted to thank you. For helping my mom. And my uh, my dad,” he rubs the back of his neck. “so, thanks. Really,” he sticks his hand out, "I'm Tony, by the way.”

You look from his face, to his hand, and back again. “I'm… I-“ your brows pull together. Why couldn’t you remember your name? The only word that comes to mind is the one HYDRA gave you. And you can’t tell Tony your name means mutt. You let a whine escape your mouth when you can’t think of anything, a tear escaping your eye as it slides down your cheek.

“Oh God, don’t cry, miss, I’m sorry!” Tony places his hands on your shoulders when you almost crumple in on yourself. He brings you a little closer when you let out a sob, and you cling onto the front of Tony’s hoodie. He has one arm slung around your shoulders, and the other hesitantly pats your head, trying to be soothing. You take a deep inhale, and you freeze. Something in you seems to right itself, like everything was only ever leading to this moment, and you lean your head back to look up at Tony’s worried face.

He smells like everything right, like sunshine after it’s rained forever. It’s the scent you couldn’t place on Howard and Maria. It makes your heart stutter and your stomach fuzzy. Everything is warm, and it overtakes you, moving up your chest to your face. He smells like home. And you haven’t had somewhere to call home in so long. The ache almost overwhelms you.

His brown eyes scan your face, and he brings his hand up to wipe away a few tears. His finger tips leave a trail of sparks in their wake as they move along your face. Did he feel it, too? Tony’s lips part slightly in surprise, and his eyes seem to light up when he drags his eyes to yours. Those pouty pink lips curve up at the edges, and he's looking at you like you're not real.

“You,” you breathe out, “you're mine.” It’s whispered into the space between you, and Tony leans his forehead against yours. Your fingers tighten into his hoodie, and he hums.

“What is this? Why does it feel like,” Tony brings a hand up to rest over your heart. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, his nose brushing against yours. “like everything suddenly…”

“Like it all makes sense now?” You ask, heart leaping into your throat when he hums again as his nose brushes against your cheek, and he grins.

“You smell like flowers.”

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librababe99 · 4 months ago

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Hi Loves! This will be my first time EVER participating in Kinktober and honestly i'm so excited to do this🤭 Below I will be posting my lineup.

❥・All of these stories will be "Character x Reader" and I promise there won't be any use of Y/N.

❥・Female Reader or Gender Neutral Reader will be featured.

❥・ If you'd like, you can comment your choices below and I will tag you OR use this link: CLICK HERE

Logan Howlett x Reader: Knife Play (ft. Claws)

Scott Summers x Reader: Sensory Deprivation

Old Man!Logan x Fem!Reader: Pregnancy kink

Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader: Face sitting

Remy Lebeau x Virgin! Reader: Praise kink

Young!Erik Lensherr x Fem!Reader: Threesome (Ft. Charles)

Hank McCoy x Fem!Reader: Cunnilingus

Wade Wilson x Reader: Dom/Sub, Lingerie

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Reader: Thigh Riding

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader: Breeding

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader: Infidelity

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader: Breast worship, titty fucking

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader: Period Sex

Loki x Fem! Reader: Seduction, Body Worship, Collaring

Victor Von Doom (RDJs vers.) x Reader: Corruption

Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield's vers.): Bondage

Johnny Storm x Reader: Wax play, temperature play

Reed Richards x Reader: Sex Pollen

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Mirror Sex

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader: Shower sex, deep throating

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader: bimbofication

Clark Kent x Reader: Breath play, choking

Hal Jordan x Reader: Drunk / anonymous sex

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader: Brat Taming

Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader: BDSM, Sadism/masochism

Homelander x Reader: Somnophilia (Sleep sex)

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader: Edging, orgasm denial

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader: Lap dances, Rough sex

Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's vers.) x Fem! Reader: Size kink, overstimulation, creampie

Old Man! Logan x Fem! Reader: Food play (ft. Whipped Cream)

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader: Roleplay, Hunter/Prey

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larcenywrites · 1 year ago

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How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He’s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

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jackiequick · 1 year ago

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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet).

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such.

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares.

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!”

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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tonysslut · 2 years ago

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Imagine young Tony eating out his girl while she wears his MIT sweater because seeing her in his clothes really drives him crazyyy

yes yes yes yes

warnings: oral (female receiving)

you'd been waiting for him at the apartment all day, purposing wearing his sweater and those thigh high socks that drive him absolutely insane.

he's on you before you even get a chance to greet him, leading you into a feverish kiss. his hands are everywhere, in your hair, cupping your jaw, palming your breasts, but they freeze when he reaches under the oversized sweater and realizes you have no panties on.

every step he takes forward makes you take a step back until the back of your knees hit the sofa, causing you to fall back onto the plush cushions.

his dark, hungry eyes lock with yours as he spreads your legs. a shiver running up your spine as the cool air hits your bare cunt.

"such a pretty little pussy." he murmurs as he runs two fingers through your wet folds. a soft moan slipping past your lips when he bumps your clit.

pushing your legs to your chest, he dives in. licking from your puckered hole up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers trace your entrance before sinking them into you.

you're a blabbering, whining mess as he eats you out. hand tugging on his hair, trying to push him closer as you grind on his face. he only pulls away to catch his breath, his nose and chin glimmering with your arousal.

"i only want you wearing my clothes from now on." he says against your thigh, gently biting the soft flesh.

"yes, yes. whatever you want." you moan out, mouth falling agape as his fingers curl up inside you.

"good girl." he smirks before sucking your clit into his mouth.

between his tongue and fingers, it doesn't take much longer for your release to wash over you. thighs enclosing are tony's head as he drinks up your arousal. languidly thrusting his fingers inside you to prolong your high.

he finally pulls away when you cry out at how sensitive you are.

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dustin4ce · 1 year ago

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stability.

young! tony stark x male!teacher! reader

a/n: i kinda threw this together while talking to a friend, but if you enjoy it… let me know and i’ll write a follow up!!

warnings: student-teacher relationship, brief mention of sex, mention of abuse, tony crying (poor baby)

ace is the only stability a young tony stark has. mr. (ace) ellis teaches the junior english class at tony’s high school. tony was never good in english, but he tried his hardest. he was a smart kid, he just put all his energy towards science and maths to impress his father, causing his english grade and writing portion of school to fall short.

tony walked into english with his head down, he didn’t want mr. ellis to see the black eye. ace cared too much about tony, and it would immediately bring attention to him. tony hates being the center of attention. the young stark sat his bag down next to his chair as he sat. his head falling heavy on the wooden desk in from of him. this was unusual. tony always seemed interested in english. tony enjoyed english (mainly because of his teacher). mr. ellis came from his desk rubbing tony’s back like he did with everyone, but he got no response. people still filing into class, giving ace the perfect opportunity to talk to tony. the taller authority squated down next to tony, hand still on his back. “hey kiddo — you alright?” that was all it took. the small shakes of tony’s body told him everything. the quiet sniffing and shake in stark’s breath. tony’s fists clenched as he gripped onto his own sleeves, yet he made no effort to turn to look at his teacher. “hey.. why don’t you step out into the hall? maybe go to the bathroom — wipe your eyes with a wet paper towel. i’ll be out there after i explain the lesson.” tony, still shaking, got up with his head down and went outside.

mr. ellis didn’t take long to explain. some simple assignment. ‘write me an essay about a life motto you believe is important’. ace was proud, he came up with the idea himself. he even wrote his own essay. ‘don’t take what you earned for granted.’ it sounded stupid, (the motto), but ace had realized many times that he’d work for something — then quit working to improve what he got as soon as he got it. he wanted to be better. that’s why he was really trying to check on tony — he wanted to be someone people could depend on, especially tony. stark had always had a portion in ace’s mind. tony had trusted him with things — his dreams, life goals, his family. ace always wondered what tony was doing, how tony was doing. he knew it was wrong, but couldn’t stop himself when it was just him in his bed at night. his thoughts always wondered back to tony. the soft touches, his almost perfect smile, his shy personality, his (as ace would classify it) adorable face. his hand always found a way to his pants. he knew better, he swore he’d never let it get out of hand, but when the images of a young tony stark being bent over his desk under him and his control flooded his mind, he just couldn’t keep that promise.

ace had rubbed his hair back after explaining then stepped outside. tony was sitting on the ground, knees basically to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, and his forehead pressed to his knees. the young boy was still crying. mr. ellis sat down next to him. “tony — talk to me? what’s going on today?” tony blubbered, he finally looked up, ace’s eyes widened as he saw the bruising on tony’s face. first, he felt sympathy and sorrow. then, he felt anger. who could do this to his boy? his sweet, little baby. he was gonna get to the bottom of it, he made sure of it. “what happened, kid?” ace gently touched tony’s cheek, his fingers shocking tony. “don’t be mad.” tony’s frown and tears still evident. ace nodded. “my dad, uh, didn’t like my grades — maths and science — they weren’t good enough for him.” tony sniffled, he did really well for the term, but it wasn’t perfect — so howard obviously didn’t like it. “so he hit you?” ace’s voice was laced with anger. stark just nodded. “oh kid — i’m so sorry, i really am.” tony teared up more as ace pulled him into a hug, stark’s head immediately landing on the older man’s chest and cuddling into him. he always loved the smell of mr. ellis, and his sweet gentle demeanor. ace kissed the top of the young man’s head and rubbed his back. tony couldn’t take it, through his tears he mumbled what he thought would be incoherent. “mm — ‘m sorry. i love you.” but ace heard, yet said nothing. just smiled. he heard all he needed to. tony stark had told him he loved him, and ace knew he loved his tony stark. nothing was ever going to hurt tony again, especially not his father.

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itsstrange · 8 months ago

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Teenage Years

Fandom: Marvel

Relationship: High School Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Something short that I’ve posted on my IG account a few weeks 2 Months ago, enjoy some BBY Stark while I finish the rest of my drafts! 🫶

Summary: Popular Rich Boy Tony Stark. Aka, Your Boyfriend, Aka The One Boy Who Can Make You Bend a Few Laws.

Words: 943

Warnings: (No) Pure Fluff, High School Years, Senior Tony Stark, Senior Reader, Romance, Romantic Tony Stark, Cute, Kisses, Rebel Years, Happy Cute Ending,

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It was April 15, 1987. A warm, bright, sunny Friday afternoon. Feeling the way the heat began making its way towards New York as its winter began melting away, bringing beautiful colors all around, sunflowers and chirping birds will soon be coming out of its hiding.

A wide smile spreads on your lips at the thought of summer, but also due to the boy who leaned against his Baltic blue 1987 Porsche. Both his hands were in his Jean pockets, as he had one ankle crosses over the other. A smirk shaping his face as he watches you run down the steps of the school with an excited skip.

“You know my father already doesn’t like you,” You start to say as you reach him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you continue, “And making me ditch class won’t help the situation,”

It wasn’t a lie, your father indeed did not like him, claimed he wasn’t fit for you, just another arrogant Stark who only thinks about himself and will one day break your heart, or worse leave you pregnant. But you didn’t believe one word because your father simply didn’t know Tony, he didn’t know his story, his struggle at home, his distant relationship with his father. He didn’t know the real Tony Stark, and he never will.

“Well you like me right?” Tony asks, eyebrow raised as his light brown eyes look into your own,

You smile at him, soft chuckle slipping past your lips, “Yes. Yes I do,”

“Then that’s that’s all I need,” He comments with a smirk before closing the gap between you two, feeling the way his lips softly latch onto your own, carefully and gently kissing you,

You melt against him, sighing against the kiss as you let your fingers slip into his hair, massaging his scalp as you slightly deepen the kiss. The moment doesn’t last long since he breaks it first, smiling at you he leads you to the passenger side, opening the door and allowing to slip in the far before closing it behind you and quickly making his way towards the drivers side where he drives out of school grounds. Burning rubber on the way out.

Music played loudly on the speakers as he drove down the streets, fresh wind blowing against your hair and skin, making a large smile spread on your face as you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of the weather since you missed the heat. While one hand was interlocked with Tony’s, your other extends out to your right, past the passengers door as you move your hand up and down in the air. At one point while driving down the road, Tony happened to turn around to glance at you and boy was it a goddamn sight. Your eyes shut, faint smile on your lips, head slightly bobbing to the music as the wind blew against your hair, sending your beautiful (H/C) strands to fly in all kinds of directions. You were an absolute work of art and he couldn’t have been happier to have you in his life.

Smiling at you once more he brings your interlocked hands towards his lips where he places a peck at the back of your hand before continuing in driving down the road.

In less than 30 or so minutes, you arrive at your destination. Parking in an empty lot, straight ahead was the beach where some people walked or relaxed in the sand where others swam in the water. It was barely three in the afternoon but people were already sunbathing and enjoying the beautiful weather. Which you rather be doing than being in a classroom watching movies or taking notes of the film. Since you basically only had two months left of school, most of your teachers spent their class period relaxing and letting the senior students enjoy their time with friends before graduation, knowing it’ll be the last time anyone will be in touch due to everyone parting ways.

The future did scare you—you won’t lie. Scared what will happen in the upcoming years, scared what will happen to you both. Would it last long? Would you two part ways? Maybe and that’s the truth. It hurts, but that’s how life is. You get hurt and you learn from it to get better. But as of now, you’re going to not think of the future and just enjoy right now. Enjoy him.

You two sat on top of the convertible, having ate a hot dog and soda to wash it down and now you both sat there. Talking to one another about anything and everything, neither caring if you both were skipping school. You two remained there, next to each other. Enjoying one another, because you both were making it memorable for as long as possible.

“Should probably take you home,” Tony whispers, large smile on his face as he stares into your (E/C) eyes,

“Yeah, you should,” You respond, sharing the same smile as him,

You both remain staring at each other for another good minute, knowing neither one was ready to say goodbye, not just yet.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” He asks as your hands cup his face,

“Thought you’d never ask,” You tell him with a wide smile before gently latching your lips with his,

The question that hovered in the air was, will you end up being grounded until you graduate for skipping school and for getting home late? Most likely. But not once will you ever regret this day, because these are moments that are worth making and worth remembering. They don’t call them ‘Teenage Years’ for a reason.

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nyxindustries · 1 year ago

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After Class | Tony Stark

Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Tony Stark x Female Reader, Young Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do NOT interact, sexual intercoirse, slight praise kink, slight rough sex kink, first date, fast burn, slight intoxication. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) Oral Sex, V in P, (Female receiving ) Explicit Content, Explicit Language.

| Part 2 | - This is a request from my old account, that I no longer unfortunately have. Hope whoever requested this gets back to you.-

Staring at the man in front of you, holding a rose as he got soaking wet with the rain pouring down. He held a single rose in his hand, a giant smile, a question you couldn’t bear to understand but your stomach leaped with your heartbeat a thousand times faster.

“T-Tony….what are you asking me?” You ask quietly, staring at your college classmates and lab buddy in and out of class.

“Go on a date with me, tonight. We just finish class and We both live off campus, it’ll be fun.” Tony pleads to you, making you laugh softly.

“Tony, you're getting all wet, and why should I go on a date with you? Seems like you hate me most of the time!” You jokingly say, almost thinking it’s a joke, as you cover him with your umbrella, making him smile a bit.

You’ll confess it, you love Tony with all your heart, but he couldn’t have possibly liked you back, so many girls are on him all day and every day because of his money or his looks.

Not only that, you weren’t like that, you didn’t care for his money or his looks, at first, you didn’t even like him at all because of the way he acted, but then he became your lab partner. You love him.

“I don’t hate you…even if I like teasing you. I don’t. Ms. Y/n I like you a lot, so go on a date with me” he says, and you smile softly, staring at him with a massive smile now.

“Okay! I like you too. Tonight.” You say as you gingerly take the fresh rose that has water droplets dropping, and you smelled it, smelling the freshness of the rose making you smile more.

“I’ll pick you up from your house, we’ll go to dinner and see where the night takes us. How does that sound?” He says, and you agree quickly.

“Great! I’ll see you tonight!” He says as places a gentle kiss on your cheek and then walks away in the rain, leaving you there.

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Being dressed in a cute black dress and wedges as you waited for Tony. You were pacing around your living room, nervous. You love Tony, and he asked you on a date, oh, the things that can happen on this date.

Ding!Dong!

Your doorbell, sighing of relief as quickly as the negative thoughts came, they left. Opening the door as you smile seeing the young, golden brown hair standing at the door. A classy casual dress, a nice dress shirt, and nice pants with dress shoes.

“Hey, pretty lady! Let’s go!” Tony says as he reaches out his hand, and you grab it with a smile.

“You look handsome tonight!” You say and Tony laughs.

“Don’t I always look handsome?” Tony teased, and you laugh softly

“No” You joke making Tony and yourself laugh, in playfulness.

“Well, I know you look beautiful every single day and especially tonight” Tony compliments you, making you blush red.

“Thank you,” you say as he opens his car door for you, helping you get in.

Arriving at the restaurant as it was packed with customers and also really, really fancy and high-end.

“I made reservations!” Tony says, and you just looked around the glass structure and waterfall that’s in the middle of the room.

“Wow, this is beautiful Tony,” you say, and he just smiled at you as you guys waited to be seated.

“Follow me,” the waiter says, and you nod as all have you begin walking with them as the waiter took to the back of the restaurant, onto a balcony area. Your table is the only table out here.

Smiling as you look around, and it’s such a beautiful view too.

Getting seated as the waiters look at the both of you.

“Red Wine as requested,” the waiter says as he pours two cups, leaving the both of you with menus.

“Oh wow. This is beautiful, Tony! How did you do it?” You ask, and he smiles

“I pulled some strings, some people owe my father a favor,” he says, and you laugh softly

“Of course.” You say as you look through the menu, taking a sip of your wine.

Talking about the menu now as soon the both of you order food to your liking.

Looking at Tony as you smile, “so what made you want to go on a date with me? You ask and Tony chuckled.

“I don’t know, I think you're wonderful,” he says, and your smile.

“I think you're wonderful too”

The food arrived as you still talked to Tony.

Looking at the food as it looked so delicious and the wine getting a bit to the both of you. — Walking out of the restaurant with a smile and holding on to Tony's hand as you walk to his car.

“Hey, it’s still pretty early, want to go back to the place for a movie?” Tony asks and you nod, looking at him.

Maybe, The wine is getting to you because as of right now you want to kiss him. The wine scenario is also unlikely, you only had two glasses, and you had a three-course dinner tonight, plus all the all-you-can-eat bread.

“I want to kiss you,” you say quietly and Tony smirks.

“Me too” Tony whispers and you smile as you lean in kissing him as he kisses you back softly.

“Now I really would like to go to my place.” Tony jokes and you laugh softly.

“Yeah, let’s do it. “ You say and Tony nods

“You sure? I can always drive you home, but I’m letting you call it” He says kindly and non-pressuring which meant a lot to you.

“No, let's do it. Come on!” You say as the valet driver pulled up In Tony's car and Tony follows you quickly as you got into his car with a chuckle as he got in right after you.

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Arriving at Tony's place as he parks quickly and got out he opens the car door, making you laugh as he helps you get out.

“My love,” he says, making you turn red as he walks up to his house steps and opens the door for you quickly as you walk in.

Walking into the living room of his single townhouse, he loved her because it was closer to the university than going all the way home to his parents.

“Wow this is beautiful Tony”

You say, and he smiles

“Thank you!” He says, as you slowly turn to him, and he helps you take your jacket off to stare at him again.

Tony kisses you softly again, and you kiss back with a lot of passion, causing Tony to deepen the kiss. Your hands go to Tony's face as you pull him in closer, and he groans in response as he grips your thighs and ass.

Making him lift you as he held you against the wall, still kissing you. Tony gets a good grip on you as he carries you upstairs, making you chuckle into the kiss.

Going straight to the bedroom as Tony tossed you onto the bed, making you stare up at him as he quickly lost his tie and shoes, and you quickly lost your shoes too.

Tony towered over you and you could his smirk as you felt his hands on your dress, the next thing you knew it was off of you, and so are your bra and panties.

“It’s all about you tonight, baby. “ Tony says into your making you smile softly

Kissing him once more, your hands went to his belt buckle and quickly undid it with a smirk. Tony gently spread your legs now as he saw your pussy, soaking wet.

Everything he thought and saw rushed down to his cock as he smirks slowly going down as he kissed your clit softly before licking a thick line down and up your pussy making you moan in soft pleasure.

“Tony” You moan out, making him smirk as he lapses his tongue onto your pussy and clit, tasting all of your juices.

Tony shoved his two fingers in you as he started displaying you no mercy, just the way you liked it.

Tony thrusts and curls his fingers in you as he keeps reaching your sweet spot he sucks, licks, and teases your clit harder with each thrust, making you moan more loudly than before.

Glancing down at him in between your legs as you moan, pushing his hair out of your face and pulling him closer into your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck !” You scream out as he begins thrusting and sucking faster as he feels you clench your pussy around his fingers. He looks up at you as he watches your face contort into pleasure, not knowing how much you can take anymore.

“Tony… Tony, I’m gonna~ Ah.” You scream out as you grip the sheets tight on his bed you begin cumming on his fingers as he slowly pulls them out, licking your cum up with his tongue with a sweet smile.

“Mm, baby, taste yourself. You taste so delicious” Tony says

As he pushes his cum covered fingers in your mouth making you lick them up and down, sucking on his fingers. Tony slaps at your oversensitive cunt, making you jump in response as he quickly flips you over onto your stomach, your face meeting a pillow.

Tony pulls his underwear down as he strokes himself slowly and starts putting himself at your entrance rubbing his cock all around your entrance.

“T-Tony please I need it” you moan out quietly making him smirk as he thrusts his cock into you.

“Mhm don’t worry baby girl you're going to get it.” He whispers into his ear, making you smile as he starts thrusting in his cock picking up a persistent pace. Tony knows the way you like it, and you like it rough. That wasn't a secret between the two of you.

Tony thrusts harder as he grabs your hair pulling you back into your knees, as he balances you and thrusts into you.

Becoming a moaning mess as Tony's hands let go of your hair, but you kept your head on his shoulder and saw his one hand go to your breast massaging then his other went to your clit, massaging it fast.

Gasping out at the extra pleasure as Tony flicked and pulled on your nipple. Kissing on the back of your neck, making hickeys in heart shape and any shape he wanted to know you belonged to him.

“F-fuck me harder" You moan out as Tony's hands met yours, and he pinned down the bed, face first. Gentle kissing your shoulder with that, started thrusting faster and harder into you, railing into you now.

The mouth is covered by the pillow you're, and your face is stuffed into, barely covering up your screams as your eyes closed tight in pleasure.

“ Ah! FUCK TONY! Fuck, Fuck!~RIGHT THERE" You scream into the pillow. You felt your hair get pulled, and your head lifted.

“Oh baby, you like that? Let me hear you say it!" Tony mutters into your ear with soft groans.

“F-fuck, please. I love it.” You whine out as he drops you back into the pillow that your saliva and sweat are now on. You're holding on to his bed frame with some mercy and support now.

Tony no longer shows any mercy with his cock as he slams into you, all you could do is moan for more. While Tony called you the dirtiest name, he could think of. The room filled with skin-slapping moans and the bed frame banging against the wall loudly.

“I’m-…. I’m…going to cum!” You scream out,

Tony finds your sweet spot again with his cock, making you moan as he slams into it, making you make noises you never made before, those noises going straight to his cock.

“I’m cumming!” You say it over and over again, not being able to say any other words.

“Me too baby, Where do you want it? Tony grunts out as he does a few more thrusts into you as started cumming all over his cock.

“I don’t care! I’m on the pill anyway!” You moan out, making Tony smirk more as he grabs your waist holding you onto his cock as he cum in you.

Tony slowly pulled over you once you and he rides the high out, making you finally collapse on the bed, Tony next to you.

“Fuck…that was amazing,” you say and giggle out as Tony smiles, looking over at you and seeing your mess, run-down makeup, and your exhausted face now.

Tony, smiling as he pushed your hair out of his face and slowly got up, putting his boxers on.

“Where are you going?” You ask calmly.

“To run you a bath, make you something to drink and eat if you'd like…then we can cuddle,” he says, and you smile softly at him.

“Good,I’m sore already. I’ve never been fucked like that” you say, and he laughs as he walks into his bathroom, starting a warm bath, and grabbing pain relief for you as he walked out, going downstairs and grabbing you juice and water with some fruit he cut up quickly placing them in a bowl for you and him.

Tony came back as he chuckled, seeing you facts asleep and a mess in the bedsheets. Tony places it down, and he gently shakes you, making you groan as Tony picks you up and wakes you.

Your new-found lover slowly takes you to the bathroom as he places you in the tub, and you smile softly at him.

“Here, pain relief and some water.” He says as he hands it to you, and you take the pill with ease with some water.

“Move up.” He says, and you do as you watch him slip his underwear off and get in the tub with you. Tony pulled you close in as you relaxed in the big tub with warm water wrapping around you and him.

“Let’s get you washed up, shall we?” He asks, and you nod slowly as Tony grabs some soap, and he washed you up and down.

Then began washing your hair for you as you relaxed into his arms even more, and you thoroughly enjoyed this as he washes your hair. Sighing out in happiness as Tony wraps you in a warm towel once you and he gets out.

“Oh, here’s your purse just in case, do what you need to do. I’m going to go change the sheets” he says, and you nod as he leaves you in the bathroom to finish anything else.

Changing the sheets and the blankets as he got fresh clean ones and fresh new blankets for the bed and pillows. Tony brings you some of his clean clothes as he smiles at you as you come out of the bathroom.

“Mm just hold me, Tony,” you say tiredly as you get onto the bed and Tony grins as he gets in next to you.

Tony pulls you close as you place your head on his chest to his heartbeat.

“I enjoyed tonight.”You express

“Me too, you did an excellent job” He praises making you smile widely.

“Tony…. I love you and I have loved you since we started being lab partners in school.” You say burying your face into his chest.

Tony laughed as he saw your cute reaction

I love you too Y/n… I feel the same way. Ever since that day too” he says, you beamed back at him making him laugh, holding you back.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here in the morning. My love” he says, and you smile as you and Tony cuddle and carry out a soft conversation aligned with you eating all the fruits and juice he got you as the both of you talk until you went to sleep in Tony's arms as he gave you soft kisses on the lips.

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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Which one do you want updated more????

1 - The Texas Tire Family (Georgie Cooper sequel) Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @malakaiblacksgirl1989

2 - Stark's Phoenix Widow (Tony Stark x Romanoff reader) @oldmanwithashield @crimeshowjunkie

3 - Love Is So Uncivilized (Obi-Wan x pregnant reader) Tag list - just ask to be added @oldmanwithashield @hatter-and-hare @namor-is-the-way @deepbatched @alexis-rose-winchester

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ccbsrmsf1 · 1 year ago

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After all that dirty talk and breeding kink I really want ask you for accidental pregnancy with young tony. They're a little drunk after a party and forget about the condom and the sex is so delicious and dirtyyyy (I'm addicted to your sweet and dirty tony) that he doesn't pull out either resulting in a pregnancy. Reader is very happy and nervous about telling him, but when she tells him, he's so fucking happy and proud of himself, like "oh yeah, I got her full with my baby (or babies) 😏😏😏😏"

A small miracle

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.8K

SUMMARY | After a fun night of partying you and Tony get up to some very hot shenanigans, and as a result you get pregnant by accident. You both know you're gonna give this little miracle the life it deserves, and neither of you could be happier about what happened that night.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, smut [ D/S dynamics (Soft Dom!Tony, Sub!Reader), dirty talk, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral F receiving), face riding, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, mating press ], Tony is drunk, Reader is tipsy/buzzed, unplanned pregnancy, labor, talk about separation/divorce.

A/N | Oh, you are really doing a good job of bringing out my inner hoe for this one, Nonnie! I hope you enjoy what I wrote for this one, I sure know it was a hoot and a half to write! 🖤

Also, can we all just revel in the beauty that is young RDJ with these glasses?! I had to constantly scroll back because I couldn't stop watching him with them! 🤤

Likes, comments, and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

Divider is by @silkholland | 18+ banner is made by yours truly

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"C'mon, Love," you say and giggle as Tony as he constantly keeps stopping to say goodbye to everyone, even if he doesn't know them.

"Byeeee! 'T was fun with ya tonight," he slurs a little, and you can't help but burst out in a fit of laughter as one of the guys at the party awkwardly hugs him back.

"Tony," you try to say sternly, but it doesn't work since you're nearly as drunk as he is. But at least you still had enough sense to stop drinking on time, so you still had a nice buzz going.

"S-Sunshine!? Where did Sunshine go? Have you seen her?" he clamps to a random girl, and even though you're only standing a few feet away, he sounds distraught that you're not by his side.

"Wan' my Sunshine back," he pouts, and you're feeling so bad for him that you walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and give him a soft kiss on his lips, which he happily returns.

When you pull away from the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours, and a small smile darts around his lips.

"Hi, Sunshine," he says softly, and you can't help but giggle slightly at how he sounds.

"Hi Love, shall we go to my dorm or yours?" you ask since both of yours are the same distance away from the party.

"Mine!" he says happily, and suddenly, he picks you up by the back of your thighs, and you react quickly by wrapping your arms and legs around him with a happy squeal.

You rest your head on your arm, your face turned to him as he walks the two of you to his dorm, and you attack his neck with small kisses that make him giggle the entire way.

"S-Sunshine," he groans as he stands in front of his door, trying to get his keys out of his pocket but he can't reach with you still around him like a koala bear.

"Are those your keys, or are you happy to see me?" you joke as you pull away, but his eyes darken as he pushes you against the door.

"Am always happy to see my girl," he says before stopping to look for his keys altogether, and he crashes his lips onto yours in a heated kiss, his hands slowly unbuttoning the polka dot blouse you're wearing.

When it's open, he uncovers your black lace bra and moans softly at the sight of your plump breasts filling the cups to perfection.

"Hmm, such perfect boobs, can't wait till they're full of milk. Will drink from them every day," he says as he pinches and rubs your hard nipples through the lace, earning himself soft moans from your lips.

"Yeah? Going to have to give me a baby first," you say, not thinking anything of it at the moment, but it's almost like a switch got toggled inside Tony. It's almost as if his breeding kink got multiplied by 10.

"F-fuck, yeah, need you pregnant all the time. So fucking hot with a round belly, showing everyone I've fucking you so full of my cum it couldn't go anywhere but inside your womb," he says, and he finally managed to get his keys after many unsuccessful attempts.

When the door swings open, the two of you almost fall in since Tony had you pressed against it, but you managed to hold on to something on the wall, saving you both from a painful accident.

After the first shock has died down, you both burst out into another fit of laughter and soon, both of you have calmed down enough to make your way to his bed finally.

You've never been more thankful for him having a single-person dorm than you are now; you won't be interrupted halfway.

"C'mere Sunshine," Tony says, and you go to stand in front of him as he sits on the foot of the bed, and you can tell he's not as frantic as before, which calms you down as well.

"Gonna unwrap my fucking amazing present now," he says as he opens your skirt and lets it fall to the floor, showing him the matching black panties accompanying your bra.

He lets out something between a moan and a growl, making you unbelievably wet while he stares at you like he could eat you alive. And eating you, he does.

He rips the panties from your body, and before you can even react to what's happening, he has pulled your legs apart and is eating you out like a man starved.

Your fingers have found their way into his hair as you pull it; he lets out deep groans that make your insides vibrate so hard you almost come right then and there.

His hands are on your ass as he kneads them in time with his tongue, either licking your clit or finding its way to your entrance, and the way he switches between them has you seeing stars in no time.

"L-Love... Going to" is all you can say before Tony suddenly falls back, pulling you with him until you're straddling his face, and he helps you grind on his face until he has you cumming so hard, you squirt all over his face.

You scream his name loudly as he keeps licking, sucking, and nibbling on your clit, coaxing you headfirst into another orgasm. Your legs shake like crazy under his touch, but he keeps going. When you announce you're close again, he focuses only on your clit.

"C-close! So close!" you pant, and he doesn't budge even a little, keeping the exact pace as he needs you to cum for a second time before even thinking about shoving his dick inside you.

Not even a minute later, your orgasm washes over you, and your arms give out, making you fall forward, and that's when Tony finally lets go of your thighs.

"Always such a perfect girl for me, doing exactly what I want you to do. Cumming twice for me like that made me so fucking hard for you, Sunshine," he whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps all over your body.

"C'mon, get naked," you whisper as you try to undo his buttons, but you're unsuccessful since you haven't regained all your strength after being used like that.

"Need some help there?" Tony asks sarcastically, and you look at him with a pout on your face, which he quickly kisses away.

"Right, hold on," he says, ripping the buttons, not caring about the shirt. He could get another one any day of the week, but seeing your face as his abs come into your field of vision is priceless to him.

After some drooling over his abs, he got naked and helped you, too, before helping himself onto his lap and situated onto his rock-hard cock.

You hiss at the stretch, but it feels so good every damn time; you can never get enough of it. In your buzzed and drunk states, however, both of you forgot to bother about a condom, and now that he slid into you completely bare, it felt even better than sex for both of you had ever felt.

As soon as he slides home, he starts fucking up into you, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip as he watches your boobs bounce up and down in turn with his pounding.

"J-Jesus, still such a tight pussy. Fucking love it when you bounce on my cock like that, like the slut you fucking are for me," he growls, and you swear it only turns you on more, feeling the slick drip down your thighs as he keeps pounding.

"Gonna stuff you so full of cum until it leaks out. No, no, going to fuck it back into you when that happens," he says breathlessly, but his pace never lessens.

"Keep fucking it back in and cumming again 'til you're fucking pregnant with my babies. Oh fuck, going to look so hot when you're round because of me; you're such a good fucking slut you'll always carry my babies, won't you?" he asks, but it doesn't register that he's even talking anymore.

One of his hands leaves your hips, and he pinches your nipple to get your attention back on him. With a yelp, you look at him again, straight back to your broken moans and whines when you do.

"I asked you something, or are you too much of a dumb slut to understand when someone asks you something?!" Tony says in a degrading tone, but god, it makes you feel so good.

"N-not dumb feels too good," you say as you look at him with half-lidded eyes, and he can't help the smile on his face from escaping at the fucked outlook of you on top of him.

"Yeah, such a fuckdumb slut for me, love you so much, Sunshine. Going to keep you this dumb forever like the cockslut you are for me," he says, and suddenly, he stills underneath you, which makes you whine at the lack of movement.

"P-please, was gonna cum," you sigh, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"Don't worry, Sunshine, I am nowhere near done with you. Going to get you so fucking pregnant tonight you're going to be carrying my babies in no time," he says, and you would be lying if that didn't get you turned on beyond belief.

"Do it," you say, leaning forward to capture Tony's lips with yours. And he suddenly twists the two of you and folds your legs up so high before laying on top of you and setting a brutal pace.

Your moans come out as distorted sounds as he keeps rutting into you, and before you can even think about saying you're cumming, Tony feels your walls clamp around him and milking him for all he's worth.

Another high-pitched cry tears through the room as your orgasm washes over you, and Tony follows right after, his orgasm feeling endless as he keeps shooting his cum into you.

"J-Jesus, FUCK! Going to get you pregnant, I'm sure of it!" he said, though he didn't mean it, and he was convinced he was wearing a condom. But alcohol does weird things to people. And tonight, it creates them as well.

It was quite a shock when you and Tony found out you were, in fact, pregnant, but you also immediately knew you were going to give them the best life you possibly could.

And now, you are at his parents' dinner table, ready to tell them the good news.

"Howard, Maria, we have some exciting but scary news to tell you both," you start, and a few tears form in your eyes. You're around 4.5 months pregnant and getting a bump now, unable to hide it for much longer.

"What's going on, sweet pea?" Maria asks as she looks at you with worry in her eyes. You slide an envelope across the table, and Tony grabs hold of your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I- I'm pregnant," you say with a happy voice, though it gets a little broken by the sob leaving your mouth. Damned hormones.

"And we're having twins," Tony says as his parents look at the ultrasound photos in the envelope.

"Oh my god..." Howard says, and you squeeze your eyes as you brace yourself for disappointment, for him to lash out at you for being such a disappointment. But that never comes.

"We're going to be grandparents!" he shouts as he jumps up from his chair and over to your side of the table, crouching next to you.

"Do you mind-" he asks, but you grab Howard's outstretched hand and place it on your belly so he can feel the bump underneath your dress.

Maria pulled Tony from his chair and enveloped him in a huge, bone-crushing hug because of the news you shared, though you two weren't sure how to handle everything.

You are both still in college, and even though you're supposed to be graduating soon, you have no idea how to care for a child, let alone two at the same time.

"Do you know their gender yet?" Maria asks as she takes the place of Howard, touching your belly, which soothes you.

"We found out a few days ago we're having a boy and a girl; they're fraternal twins," you say, already melting at the thought of holding the two miracle babies in your arms.

Tony can't help but feel proud of himself because one of his deepest, dirtiest fantasies has come true, and soon he can't wait to dig into that damn lactation kink of his too.

Three and a half months later, you're suddenly rushed to the hospital during a school day on your last week of lessons. You would be graduating in less than a month, but that's not what's on your mind right now.

Tony rushed out with you, and less than 30 minutes later, you were in the labor and delivery ward of your nearest hospital, screaming your lungs out and squeezing the life out of Tony's hand.

After a grueling 24 hours, you are finally done and holding your gorgeous baby boy and baby girl in your arms. Howard and Maria are there as well, as they rushed to the hospital the first chance.

Much to your surprise, however, your Mom showed up, too. You let both of your parents know you're pregnant, but your Dad immediately disapproved, and since then, you've never heard from him again.

However, this is the first time in years you've seen your Mom again, and when she knocked on the door to notify you of her arrival, you looked up from your sleeping girl and into your Mom's eyes.

"M-Mom... What are you-" you whisper, but that's when it clicks. Tony must have called her when he was away for a break during your labor.

"Tony called me," is all she says as she walks into the room, tears streaming down her face from pure happiness.

"It's nice to have a chance to meet you finally, Mrs. Y/L/N," Tony says, but your Mom shakes her head.

"Please call me Ms. Huxley, Tony. I don't go by his name anymore since we're separated," she tells you, and even though you're a little heartbroken, you understand why she did it.

"I love you, Mom. Thank you for coming here and meeting your wonderful duo," you say, and Tony takes your baby girl to put her in the little cart next to her brother, who's also sleeping.

Your Mom sits on the edge of the bed, and she holds your hand.

"So, how did the two of you meet?" she asks, and you and Tony tell everything from when you first met to when Tony asked you to the spring dance.

"I'm so happy for you, Buttercup," she says, and you smile from ear to ear at the nickname since it's always been your favorite flower.

"Thank you, Mom. Could you get to know Tony's parents as well? That way, we can announce their names to all three of you simultaneously," you ask, and she nods.

"I'd love to meet them," she says, and Tony leaves the room, leaving you with just your Mom and the twins.

"They're gorgeous," she tells you as she looks at them.

"Yeah, they are. And Mom? Thank you for showing up; I needed you here, and I'm glad you came," you tell her, so she pulls you into a careful hug.

Not long after, Tony returns with his parents, and they immediately introduce themselves to your Mom, whom they welcome with open arms. They don't question your Dad not being there for even a second.

"So, are you all ready to know their names?" Tony asks, and they are. Tony hands you your baby girl as he picks up your baby boy now that they're both awake.

"This gorgeous baby girl's name is Orion Leo Stark, and Tony's holding our fantastic baby boy, Hudson Ryan Stark," you tell them, and all their hearts seem to melt at once.

"They're perfect," your Mom whispers, and you couldn't agree more.

"They are," you and Tony agree, and when he looks at you, he captures your lips in a sweet, soft kiss that makes your heart skip a few beats.

"I love you, Sunshine," he says.

"I love you more, My Love," you respond, and he shakes his head with a slight smile.

"Okay, but you're only winning this one because you gave me the present of these amazing humans," he says.

The rest of the day is spent with all seven of you, though you and the babies mostly sleep. However, Tony never lets go of your hand, making you feel safe and protected.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 23 days ago

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Ballads for you

A/N: I MISS WRITING. This week has been so hard 💔

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x Reader

It was a rare moment.

Rarest, you’d say.

Coming home after a long, tiring day to find your best friend turned boyfriend, Tony Stark sitting at his piano bench, eyes trained on the notes in front as he hummed along a soft tune.

What a sight!

Your heart thrummed happily at the visual of him so immersed in the activity. He would rarely allow himself to truly wind down, your man. Always up to ten things at a time while that genius mind swum with a million more.

His beautiful voice filled the room with joy as you felt a rush of emotions towards him, your eyes moist. Not wanting to disrupt the moment, you stood as silent as you could, wishing he’d continue just as he was.

You could listen to the man singing forever. He had the gentlest, sweet honeyed voice ever. It was mesmerising, a treat for the eyes and the ears. Who knew the man could make you swoon?

“I wrote this for you.”

He murmured softly, without actually turning to face you, he’s sensed you were listening in.

“Tony..I don’t know what to say.”

You truly didn’t. The man continued to surprise you in the best possible ways. The tune was meant for you, it somehow felt like it represented you. It was soft, melodious and unique.

“Don’t say anything. Come sit beside me.”

He patted the seat next to him, smiling at you. There wasn’t a reason in the world that could make you resist this beautiful man.

What a memory! One you’d cherish forever.

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inkedbybarnes · 10 months ago

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unclear

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: everyone thinks you're dating bucky, except yourself.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ minors dni. miscommunication (i love this trope, sue me), angst with a happy fluffy ending, quite stubborn reader, implied smut if you squint, usage of petnames such as baby and doll. lowercase for basically everything.

i haven't finished anything in decades, but i suddenly had an idea just now and decided to write it down. surprisingly, i finished it? might have a lot of mistakes and such since i haven't proofread it yet. also, sorry for using lowercase for this, i kinda like how it looks. hope you enjoy this one!

dividers by @cafekitsune!

comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡

“you're confusing me. so... you're not dating bucky?”

wanda tilted her head, confusion etched on her face as you spent your weekly girl's night with natasha. it usually consisted of eating food you all desired, drinking until you got wasted, and spilling secrets to one another.

although tonight, you weren't sure if you had any secrets to spill.

"as far as i know, no. we're just friends, teammates. nothing else," you answered with a heavy sigh. "can we talk about something else?"

"hold your horses, young lady! we are not skipping this topic again. you obviously want a label but he isn't giving you one!" wanda protested. she has been constantly asking about you and bucky's relationship for the past weeks, and you always had the same answer. you don't know.

"have you never talked about it with bucky? he looks at you like you'd get lost if he looks away for a second. not a single soul in the tower would think that you're just friends," natasha interjected, taking another sip from the bottle of beer she held. she had a point, as always. "if he's just playing with you, which i highly doubt for barnes, then just end whatever that is. you deserve better than having doubts and confusion, babe."

you've tried asking him multiple times, but every attempt felt like you were stepping on his boundaries. after years of being controlled by hydra, you knew it was possible that he'd hate the feeling of being rushed and entering a relationship that could potentially feel like a cage to him.

but natasha was right. your "relationship" was no longer anything friendly. he sleeps in your bed, claiming he slept better in it, and wakes up beside you to shower you with kisses. none of you even tried to hide it after some time. you always cooked your meals and ate them together, casually feeding one another and stealing kisses in between. you even stopped going on dates and you had no idea if you were exclusive. you deserved to know what your relationship with bucky was, but you were too scared to lose everything once you asked.

"we're not dating. i only see him as a friend, so you can both stop worrying about me." you lied through your teeth, your chest aching as you realised how stupid this was. you sighed and faked a smile, shifting the attention to natasha. "so, tell me about your date with steve! how was the first ever date of captain america since the 40s?"

wanda was distracted by the question, immediately bombarding the now blushing widow with questions. on the other hand, your mind flew away for a minute, finally deciding to get an answer from bucky.

the annual ball that tony stark held for, well, nearly anyone, was nearing. you only had two weeks left, and you haven't even gone out to find something to wear. it was hard to find any motivation to do all that effort when the person you've been waiting to ask you as his date hasn't asked you yet.

although, bucky had a tendency to get shy and hold back. you knew that. so here you were, standing behind the doors to the gym, knowing that bucky would be training at this hour. you still haven't asked him the question you were supposed to ask him, so you decided to do it all at once.

after you've finished your small pep talk, you opened the door to enter the room and your first instinct was to search for bucky.

considering that he was a huge chunk of a man, he was easy to find. however, the sight of him standing in front of a woman that was too close for your comfort wasn't delightful.

he didn't see you entering the room since he was facing the opposite direction, conversing with the agent that happened to be training as well. she had the sweetest and flirtiest smile on her face, bringing her hand up to his arm, slowly caressing it. you didn't mean to easily hear their conversation as you walked closer.

"so, do you happen to have someone for me to have as a date for the ball? i don't want to be lonely on that night, sergeant," the agent said with an extra pout, swaying her hips side to side like a child asking for candy.

"oh, yeah? i think i have someone for you," bucky replied, breaking your heart into pieces with how enthusiastic he was with his answer. "i'm sure you'll—"

you sniffed. unconsciously. not knowing that your tears were already falling, causing your nose to get stuffy. how pathetic, you thought.

your little sniff caught the attention of both the agent and bucky, looking at you in shock. although, the girl was more pleasantly surprised than the opposite. thankfully, you already had your tears wiped before they could see them.

"oh, we didn't see you there!" she greeted you with your name. "we were just talking about our date for this year's ball. who are you bringing?"

"i haven't decided yet, no one's worth it even if i try," you answered bitterly. "so you're going together?"

before bucky could answer, the agent already had her arm wrapped around his, happily smiling at your question. "yeah! amazing, right? i actually thought you two had a thing, but i guess not. glad things worked out in the end."

and that was your last straw. "well, enjoy yourselves. i have to go and find natasha."

you turned to leave, ignoring the loud calls of bucky. you were glad that you never asked him about your relationship and the ball. you were going to be hurt either way.

you spent the next hours stuck in your room, body covered with a thick sheet as you ranted about your frustrations to friday.

it was silly, you knew that, but you refused to call natasha and wanda to remind you of your stupidity and decided to let an ai robot listen to your problems instead.

"and he even flirted back! answering coyly like a teenager. he's 107 years old, fri!" you whined, not noticing the new nickname you've given the alternative intelligence. "ugh, now i have a broken heart and no date in sight. how did it get to this?"

"perhaps you must discuss this matter with sergeant barnes first. your conversation ended quite abruptly with no clear conclusion."

"no, i don't want the truth rubbed on my face," you said, grabbing another piece of tissue to sneeze in. "you restricted him from entering my room, right?"

friday answered with a yes, then you thanked her for listening and decided to get some sleep after tirelessly crying for hours. you knew you had a team meeting with the avengers in a bit, but you couldn't bring yourself to even walk a few steps.

your sleep ended and you were woken up with friday's reminder that it was time for dinner with the team.

with a groan, you pushed yourself off your bed. bucky would be there, but you were too hungry to care. it would be awkward, of course, but you had to face him at some point anyway.

your feet padded towards the door, opening it after trying your hair in a bun.

"ah, fuck."

you jumped at the voice and the body falling to the floor as you opened the door.

"bucky?" you asked, still in shock. "were you sleeping outside of my room?"

you watched bucky stand up, his hand massaging his aching nape as he looked for your eyes. "friday won't let me in. i waited outside instead. i guess i fell asleep during that," he explained, a frown forming on his face. "did you restrict me from entering our room?"

your eyes widened at his choice of words. our room. he considered your room to be his room as well. while that would've made you melt in an instant, you were still hurt to entertain that possibility.

"this is my room, barnes. not yours, not ours. and yes, i had you restricted because i couldn't face you yet. what do you need anyway?"

"i wanted to see you, talk to you." a flash of pain crossed his eyes. "whatever happened at the gym, it's—"

"bucky, you don't have to explain anything to me. we're just friends. it's my fault i assumed we were something. i just need some time to get over it."

"but i thought we were something as well..." he replied, his voice was almost as quiet as a whisper. "i thought we were dating."

"were we?" you asked, genuinely curious. "we never.. you never said anything. i mean, yeah, i wished it meant something, but i thought you wouldn't want to be trapped in a relationship with me, so i just waited. apparently, i was right and i can't blame you for that."

"right about what? the thing that happened in the gym this morning?" he asked. you nodded in response. "i know it sounds like i was flirting back, well i didn't know at the moment, until i asked steve who was clueless but he called nat to help me out and explained that it looked like i was flirting back. i wasn't. i was just going to suggest sam as a date for her. i would never agree to anyone."

oh. so he just wasn't interested in anyone at all.

"besides this one girl who's constantly been in my head. that's if she'd even give me a chance and say yes. i fucked it up badly before i could even ask her properly."

you knew what hoping got you, but you couldn't help but think that he was talking about you. he'd have to be clueless to say all those things in front of you only for it to be someone else.

"i love you, baby. i should've told you that, i should've made it clear sooner. i'm so sorry i let you have doubts when i could've been reassuring you about what i feel for you."

"bucky..."

"i would never feel trapped with you, doll. only you made me feel so much love and freedom. i'd be a fool to let go of that. i'm sorry it took a few hits and harsh words from natasha to make me realise that i wasn't giving you enough when you deserve everything." he held your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him. you felt breathless, tears threatening to fall but this time it was out of joy. "hydra made sure i had no voice to express myself. now, i'll use it to let you know that i love you so fucking much that it hurts when you're not around. i promise to work on it. if anything like this happens again, ask me, baby. demand things from me. i'll give you everything in a heartbeat."

"even if i ask for your arm?"

he laughed, a sound that was music to your ears. "it's yours baby. although, i do like fucking you with my metal—"

"bucky!" you scolded him, hitting him lightly on the chest.

"sorry, baby. couldn't help it. missed my girl so much."

his girl. you loved hearing that.

"it's only been a few hours. don't be silly," you reminded him, but you knew you also felt the same.

"i miss you even when i don't see you for a second." you couldn't help but laugh at his words. "something funny, doll?"

"sorry, natasha said something similar about you a few days ago," you answered. "i'm sorry for assuming so quickly, bucky. you deserved the chance to explain."

"and you did let me explain. i can't blame you for assuming and getting hurt when i never gave you the confirmation to believe otherwise. don't apologise for it, baby."

"i love you," you said, causing him to grin widely.

"yeah? you love me too?" he asked, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "this is official now, right? we're dating?"

you nodded happily, giggling as he landed a kiss to your mouth. "so, you wanna go to the ball with me?"

he kissed you again. "don't. i'm supposed to be asking you that. i had an entire thing prepared for you, i even dragged half of the team to help me out days ago. besides wanda and natasha, of course. couldn't let them tell you about it."

your heart swelled, he was already planning to ask you before all of this misunderstanding happened, and it could've been solved with communication. lesson learned, indeed.

"well hurry because i can't wait to say yes," you playfully threatened him, kissing the tip of his nose until the loud rumble of your stomach interrupted your sweet moment. "ah, right. i was on my way to eat dinner when i opened the door."

bucky laughed, his eyes twinkling witth adoration as he kept his eyes on you. "we can't have you starving, that's for sure. come, let's get you something." he held your hand, and dragged you to the kitchen. he turned to look at you with a playful smile. "wanna cook together like the old times?"

you smiled. "like the old times."

in the middle of your cooking session, you heard whistles and claps along with the footsteps that entered the kitchen. you both turned to find the rest of the team with shit eating grins.

"finally! so is this real or do we need to smack your heads?" tony asked, his hand placed on his hip.

"it's always been real, stark," bucky answered, wrapping his arm around your waist. "except this time, i'm making sure my entire world knows it."

"i think everybody knows you have a thing for each other, barnes." clint added.

"i meant my entire world, not everybody." bucky looked at you with awe. "she's my world."

bucky's answer gained various loud reactions from the team, mostly calling him a cheesy old man and fake gags, but there you were, cheeks heating up as you looked back at him with the same amount of love, if not more.

and he did ask you to be his date to the ball the day after, surprising you with his so-called secret plan.

a year later, he surprised you with a ring as he knelt on one knee.

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌

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luludeluluramblings · 3 months ago

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SugarBaby!Reader (Neglected!Bat!Sibling) x Tony Stark - Falling in Love

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A/N: Someone wanted more fluff of this and I had thoughts about it last night. Tony isn’t my favorite, but I kinda wanted to challenge myself with this and see if I could try it writing some romance.

A/N: Smalltown!Reader is still coming. Pregnant!Reader will be getting a part 2 at some point. Might post another series, the one army dreamer inspired, because why not? Gonna have sooo many WIPs. But, maybe they’ll give y’all some delight.

Warnings: GN!Reader, Mentions of bedroom activities, fluffy, not edited, hardly anything Yandere. Intended to be

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When you and Tony started dating it had been after he had wooed you at some gala. Something for a long forgotten charity. You had initially been hesitant, knowing his play boy reputation. The one so eerily similar to your father’s Brucie Wayne persona.

Still he was charming, good looking, and had convinced you that one night wouldn’t hurt.

And, it hadn’t. The next day when you were about to crawl out of bed and begin your walk of shame, he had dragged you back. Taking his time repeating the night before and with an encore.

By the time you had finally been allowed to leave the bed, your stomach had let out an embarrassing growl that made your cooling skin flush once more.

Of course, Tony wasn’t going to let anyone he spent such a good time with go hungry. Ordering the two of you room service and a giant spread of breakfast.

It’s in that moment things start to shift. You were a good lay for Tony. A young pretty little thing that was some of the best he had had in a while. (Due to him mellowing out with age, not that he’d ever admit that.) But, it’s the way you look at him, shyly and with such genuine gratitude just for him buying to brunch that makes him stop.

Not pause. Because pause means he’ll end up playing again. And, he’s fairly certain he’s done playing. Because, when you happily sit in his button down shirt, munching on the food he bought you, and listen to him talk about an old project (he wasn’t dumb enough to share anything new he’d been working on) with such bright eyes and enthusiasm he realizes this might be trouble for him. It’s even cuter because he knows you don’t understand a single thing he’s saying, but you’re trying. You’re trying so hard and it’s so cute.

It keeps going on like that. Passionate nights and slow talkative mornings that morph into date nights and fun trips and days lounging together. You’re still honestly convinced it could all end at any moment. Nothing good last in your life. And, despite how desperately you want this to last you know it probably won’t. Still you swear to hold on. To take everything he’ll offers. Even if it’s not much and he leaves you in the end. You’re going to appreciate how full and fulfilled her makes you feel.

For you, you fall in love slow and overtime. It a soft and startling realization when you realize you love Tony. You love him dearly and he could break your heart into a million pieces. But, it would be worth it.

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Loving him and waiting for him. To leave.

For Tony, it’s similar. He spoils you he does. He loves the way you look at him when he does. But, as he unknowingly starts to settle, the realization that he’s not showing you off in public as much anymore and that he enjoys just being near even when there’s nothing to talk about hits him in the chest. And, in a Tony Stark like fashion, he spirals for a bit.

It causes him to spend three full days in his lab avoiding the world and his problems. Not sleeping, hardly eating, ignoring Jarvis.

When he finally does emerge, he’s covered in sweat and grease. He aches. He’s tired. He’s irritable. His fully expecting you to be mad he missed your fancy date he had planned. But, when he looks up at you and see’s that exact same grateful look in your eyes, it clicks. You give him that same look of gratitude and adoration every time he does something for you. He’s not doing anything other than being here with you. And, that’s enough for you. You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you. And your willing to love him as his is and with what ever he gives.

Tony doesn’t confess though. To cliche. Instead he proposes. With no ring, no plan, and covered in grease. But, completely serious. It isn’t long until you understand he really means it, that he wants you for you and you’re leaping in his arms crying, yes. Yes. And the. You tell him to shower, because despite the love you feel and your happiness, he smells ripe.

He chases you around instead, before dragging you into the shower with him.

It isn’t until you both have a small private court house ceremony and he’s dragging you on to a luxury honeymoon that he leans over and confesses. Casually. Like it was a stray fact.

“Oh, hey, by the way, I love you.”

It makes you squawk that he has the audacity to do such a thing, but you lean into him and say it back.

“I love you, too… Silly old man.”

“Hey! That’s not what you were saying when I-“

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You hadn’t even thought about you family with Tony. Hadn’t thought to invite them to the wedding. You did call Alfred as soon as you got back though. Telling him the good news with so much happiness that the old Bulter cried when the call ended. You had sounded radiant, and it broke his heart.

Broke his heart that no one in the family had seen just how beautiful your joy was and that they had never bothered to cause it.

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Based off this ask.

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larcenywrites · 9 months ago

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need your thoughts/headcanons abt tony and PDA 😳👉👈 Please

I wanna do young!Tony too!!!

PDA HCs

Warnings: like two sexual references | no pronouns used for reader

young!Tony

💠 Believe it or not, he doesn’t tend to be handsy in public, nor does he tend to wanna do too much lovey-dovey stuff 😔

💠 On a date at that cute cafe and start playing footsie with him under the table? He’s usually busier giving you the side eye rather than playing back… and not in a good way 😒 but when he places a hand on your calf in an attempt to stop you or blushes and whines for you to stop, he doesn’t realize it really only makes you wanna do it more 😉🤭

💠 He probably just doesn’t wanna look horny in public 😘 He does kind enjoy it, but he definitely doesn’t look amused 😅

💠 Of course, he won’t mind holding hands while walking to his class or along the street to a date spot 🥰🥰 in fact, he loves it! If you slip your hand into his first, he’ll get all giddy inside and smile, buuut unfortunately his smile is naturally all cocky and smug 🤧 so don’t take it the wrong way! He’s having a great time!! He feels loved!! Especially if you’re leasing him somewhere!

💠 Well maybe he is a little smug 😏 He’s proud to be loved!

💠 He also initiates it, obviously! But when he does it, it’s a little different. He wants to feel close to you 🥺 he wants to touch you 🥺 and let’s be honest, he likes to feel like the big and strong one in this relationship! Even if he is, in fact, neither of those things (yet) 😅

💠 If it’s crowded, he doesn’t want you to get lost or feel unsafe 🥺🥺🥺 he wants to feel like he’s kinda protecting you okay 🥺🥺🥺 practically cuddle into his side as you’re walking tbh 🥺🥺 he’ll probably be blushy but he’ll feel great 🥹

💠 Behind closed doors, Tony is a very eager…kisser 😏 but he’s a little more shy in public spaces! He’ll very obviously wanna kiss you out on that patio of the Italian place, but instead he has puppy eyes and (finally) a dorky smile while getting really close 🥴 he’ll probably just settle for wrapping his arm around yours or if he’s really brave today, a hand on your leg 😌

💠 You know, honestly, this might be more of a turn on anyway 🤔

💠 Now, this confidence definitely takes a 180° when the general public is now other rich assholes… and when he’s had a few glasses of wine 😅

💠 Galas, parties, Expos— you’re gonna be invited to a lot of rich people things! With a lot of other brilliant minds! And rich people! Attractive people! Maybe it’s the jealousy or maybe it’s the fact that these people know a lot more about Tony and are kinda watching him (or maybe he’s actually more comfortable in this environment???), but now his arm is around your waist all night, instead of just holding your hand he’s rubbing his hand up and down your arm a few times

💠 He also gets a lot more mischievous! You’ll probably be shocked when he not-so-subtly touches your butt 🤧 but because he didn’t usually do that he’s still a little red in the cheeks and smirking like he’s holding back a laugh 🤭

💠 He still loves it if you wanna lean into his shoulder, but this time he’ll kiss your forehead when you do 🥺🥺

💠 Tbh he still saves any of the real kissing for behind closed doors, but…. he never specified which closed doors 😏

💠 After a few drinks he definitely gets a little bold 😘 play footsie with him under his table now and he might play back! Don’t let him catch you elsewhere talking with a group because he’ll hug you from behind and probably be not so, er, subtle 😳

💠 Honestly though, you get the best of both worlds! He’s more cute and subtle out-and-about, but when you get to play dress up on those special events and occasions, he’ll turn up the hear a little 😘

Tony

💠 Tony has definitely gotten to the point where he doesn’t give a damn 😅 well, mostly. Like- don’t worry, he’ll take you to a lockable bathroom to fuck in 😏🥴

💠 But he’s older, routinely goes through the ✨horrors✨, maybe a little wiser but that’s sometimes that’s debatable…

💠 And while he’s certainly not touch-starved with how much attention and pampering he gets when he’s home, he does like having a point of contact with you when you’re out of the house 🥰

💠 And when he’s feeling the love??? He’s gonna show it!!! He’s not afraid to stop and give you a quick kiss!

💠 If it’s crowded, he doesn’t want to get separated and generally feels unsafe and anxious :( so he really likes holding hands pretty much everywhere! Like sure, he won’t have any problems with letting go while you’re looking in a shop or sat down in a restaurant, but when you’re out walking he definitely wants to hold hands!

💠 Tbh he feels very special if you initiate it even though by this point you’re probably literally married 🤧🥺 hold his hand and push yourself into his side as you walk and he’ll smile just a little 🥰🥰🥰🥰

💠 Naturally, if you’re both standing in a crowded area, maybe you’re in line for something, he’ll definitely have a grip on your waist and instinctually scanning the room… squeeze his hand and kiss his cheek and you’ll have his attention again 🥰 and you’ll probably get a real kiss too 😘 even if it is tame and short

💠 At a restaurant, absolutely play footsie with him under the table! He’ll, granted discreetly, smile like he’s having genuine fun!

💠 He’ll also probably end up bumping his knee against yours all the time and keeping it there, or man spreading so his leg can be pressed against yours. He just likes having constant contact and reassurance!

💠 And considering he nearly dies like every day, he certainly doesn’t mind giving and receiving kisses whenever and wherever! Watching my fireworks in the middle of the park? Kiss him!!! Everyone and the tv is watching him about to leave for god knows what or maybe he’s getting back??? Kiss him!!!!

💠 You could literally be in a museum and he’ll randomly lean into you for a quick kiss on your cheek or head 🥰 and some cheesy like about how you’re the best work of art here before quickly kissing your lips 😘😏

💠 Now he’s still a classy guy, okay 🤨🤨🤨🤨 don’t try any tongue action with him yet 🤨🤨🤨🤨 not here 😤😤😤

💠 But that’s not to say he doesn’t mind in— you guessed it— more intimate settings like parties, galas, Expos— whatever the hell he’s getting an invite to this time! Or throwing!

💠 He’ll even come up behind you and kiss your neck a few times 🥴 while you’re talking to someone 😅 with his hands on your arms or hips and drifting up and down 🥴

💠 Sure he’s obviously still proud to be loved, but he definitely likes to show off 😏 not necessarily just you but literally he just want to show off how his love is the best kind of love 😌

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jackiequick · 1 year ago

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Marvelous OCs — Agents, Aliens, Asgardin and Assistance oh my!

Andrew J. West as The Kree Poet 📝

Earth Name: Enzo Daniel Ren Mills

Kree Name: Amos ‘ELREN’ Katz

Nickname: The Poet, Danny, Amor, Kaz, Spacey, Squirt,

Abilities: Teleportation, deep hearing, shapeshifting, and basic combat skills

Height: 5’11

Relationship Status: Single

Age: Human age 36, Kree years 42

Friends: Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Maria and Monica Ramnbow, Coulson and a few others

Basic information:

Amos arrived on Earth in 1995, originally for a small mission for the Kree to understand and analyze connections between the human beings. He was just an new solider for them at the time, being careful and open minded about everything, he knew the mission taking photographs, scouting places and understand everyone.

But he fell in love with them, the world. Culture, people, food and services they had. The life they live being a hard one but he doesn’t mind it too much. Especially the music, sounds, films and styles. He adored it all, as if he was meant to be there! He knew he was different from the other Kree his age, he didn’t look like the others, he looked human.

Because he was—is human! With some of his memories and mannerisms forgotten from being taken over the years over there.

Sooo he went AWOL believing that since he was too young, they wouldn’t mind him gone missing guessing they would sent another experienced person to do the job. Amos changed his name and took a job in a bar becoming a poet who played his guitar there as he embraced the life on Earth.

Everything was fine until one afternoon he was working there, he noticed VERS—Carol Danvers—an Kree warrior and an young man speaking. Nick Fury, agent of SHIELD. He tried to keep an low profile around them, when VERS noticed him and called Amos over.

Fury was confused of course until VERS explained, as Amos shy away listening to the conversation and situation at hand. He sighed, even being dragged along for the ride.

In result, he met entered the SHIELD Facility meeting Coulson as him and VERS found files on the faces. SHIELD has tags on plenty of people across the country.

When he found out about that, he wasn’t proud of that kidnapping as his files said they took him when he just a young man exploring the Seattle woods stumbling upon Kree technology. He didn’t know any better, he was curious about it and wanted to understand his findings, as they knocked him out cold refusing to kill him.

Carol Danvers and Kit Ren Mills. They’re real names. Amos kept the last name part, staying as Enzo Daniel Mills. Eventually, meeting Maria and her young daughter Monica who was friends with Carol, even stumbling into Coulson while on the run.

They met an little alien designed as a kitty cat named Goose, but Amos was willing to call the cat Chewie due to him recently watching Star Wars and the cat was a fur ball in his opinion. Nick even wanted to keep him!

After the overwhelming mission was over, he decided to stay in contact with Fury, becoming an unofficial member of the agency that is SHIELD. Fury code named him, ‘Spacey’ and ‘Kaz’ having him the an extra pair of eyes and ears sometimes calling in if there is an odd occurrence some part of the world.

As for Maria and Monica, he stays in touch with them. Coming over to visit with his guitar, movie nights, as they teach him/help remember the missing years he had on Earth.

And for Carol, they became friends as she nicknames him ‘Squirt’ and he rolled his eyes. They shared an experience and understanding of not knowing who they truly are, learning to become themselves and experience life themselves. Reporting their concerns on Earth & Space as well, telling Fury all about it.

Hell, Enzo is supportive of her becoming a mother down the line and encourages Carol’s path as a hero meanwhile he stays an bit of an musician.

He remembers meeting a young Michelle Danvers, being a spitting image of her mother with a love for music and a dazzling grin that portrayed some enlightened powers. Enzo blamed himself for the music part as he showed her all the type of Earthquaking music and poetic lyrics he could find. But Michelle loved it very much!

Phoebe Tonkin as The Explorer Of Healing🌌

Full Earth name: Donna Winnifred (D.W.) Clark

Asgardin name: Lady Mira Damaris

Nicknames: Donny, D.W., Winnie, Ms. Clark, Mama bird and etc

Abilities: Healing anyone physical with a flick of a wrist or her fingertips. She’s also great as strategy

Relations: Lady Sif, Loki, Thor, Möbius, Fandral & The Warriors 3

Height: 5’8

Age: Over less than a thousand years old, human years 28

Basic information:

She was married to Lady Sif and in love with Fandral for a while (they’re dead now soo she’s single). She’s part of the Warriors 3 for years. Traveling the lands, healing and helping people, fights among the Realms and plenty of parties

She loves it but there was one places she hasn’t been to often nor explored every well, Earth. Sif and the warriors 3 were afraid for her safety and at odds with the idea of Midgard due to the fact it might be harmful.

Hell Thor wasn’t too pleased with it since he already been to Earth twice already but he scared she won’t adjust to it well. Yes, she already been to Midgard before when she met to get him back to Asgard in 2011 but she didn’t stay long to get an experience of it all.

She assured them that she will be fine and make sure not to get into too much trouble, promise to return back home. Even if people might see her as a witch if she uses her powers to heal someone or two, it was in her nature to help.

Due to her stubbornness and sweet tooth nature, she took to Earth’s culture with an odd turn. She had a strategy to go there and get a feel for the people, helps them secretly if she found someone hurt. Yes, Mira was scared and a little cocky to be there on her own seeing plenty of people walking past her however the fresh treats of the fall time soften her up.

She was a coffee shop in Las Vegas when it started, seeing everyone in their busy lives meanwhile other people were taking it slow. She was taking in and reading the small books they offered customers to take as entertainment, aside from the TV and music of course, Mira smiled softly taking it all in. She remembers Thor’s stories about The Avengers with their kids and Pop-Tarts, his tales about Jane, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark in their lab. The book she was reading had plenty of names in them, she decided to play around with a piece of paper writing them and try to adopt an persona with them.

Ms. Clark, Winnifred, Athena, Sally, Jamie, and Ruth. None of them went right to her, at least Winnifred Clark stuck in her head. She liked it, using it as she smiled.

The next few days, she stumbled across movies in the motel she staying and walks long the park, when she saw a little girl hurt and she rushed over to her help her. She fell off the monkey bar and her arm was hurting, the little girl Maya Sullivan who in the future would grow to become a Lawyer and an TVA agent, she was pouting upset but she wasn’t scared of Mira letting her help her. Once she did, Mira told her to keep a secret as she healed her with the touch her fingers and a gentle welcoming smile. Maya gasped saying, “You’re magic like a fairy or something! Thank you so much.” The girl happily ran off and left.

Mira smiled sheepishly and felt good, accomplished what she wanted, to help anyone who came in her path. She was lucky enough for it to be a sweet little blonde like her with such firey spirit, smarts and kindness in her.

Later on though, she would be found out by Phil Coulson as he was on a mission with his team to entrap an Enchanting witch from Asgard, along with Lady Sif’s help as she was the one to come to the man originally for guidance on the matter. Once it was delivered and done, Coulson thanked both women and they thanked him in return for his efforts. Sif returned home to Asgard with a smile but Mira to stay a bit long to experience Midgard’s finest things, Coulson gave her the Earth name ‘Donna’ afterwards since she was undercover for them during that period of time of the mission.

Eventually of course, her trip to Midgard came to an end knowing she return back to experience some more. Years went by, Mira did visit Earth accompanying Thor and meeting the Avengers/Young Avengers with delightful things to remember about them. Things went as far as Mira, also known as Donna Winnifred Clark, was brought onto some adventures at the TVA meeting Möbius and the others.

Colin Donnell as Agent Of Clearnce🕹

Full name: Alexander Thomas Boyd

Age: 32

Height: 5’10

Nicknames: Alex, Alec, Tommy, Agent, Stars, Chaser

Relationship Status: Singles

Friends: Henry Stacy, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Captain Danvers and a few others

Skills: Getaway driver, sharpshooter, archery, basic training with hand to hand combat, wound care, levels of communication, distraction and etc

Basic information:

This man has no patience at all. He’s nice and flirty, but he got a temper that is always ticking. He’s quick, smart, and a tendency to lay low to do his job for an nice paycheck.

Alex was always one to shoot first, ask questions later when it came to his job not just combat but as archer as well. His father was well respected in archery, working for crime bosses around his town and a few gangsters, which let Alex down a similar situation taking down men who he had himself believed were doing wrong in his cities. Making sure he was never seen, in taking moments in 3 story buildings to land his shooting skills into someone’s back then reporting back to his boss with results.

Get in and get out.

Soon enough he was spotted in by Phil Coulson’s agents after Agent Romanoff’s gave the man a tip of someone who was in the same position as she was during a mission. Since that very night, a millionaire called Damon Calver was being an old ass and transferring his money into vials of Vertigo doses as a drug for people. Alex was originally there to shoot a couple of personalized arrows into the man’s equipment and transfer the money to end the man as bankrupt instead. Everything was going fine until SHIELD showed up, giving him a proper proposal to stop Damon from his wrongdoing and after a while, Alex accepted the request.

Afterwards, he found himself being brought in SHIELD, meeting Coulson, along with the others. They always gave the man an offer to join SHIELD, telling Alex about their organization. Saying, beforehand, things at SHIELD used to be simple but over the years things got kinda crazier due to Aliens, Androids, Asgardins and Wizards coming left and right.

Alex is a rather chill guy, a helper on the floors running around headquarters on errands and scouting cities in different departments in the area. But he never stayed forever, wanting to do things his own way but if SHIELD needed backup he would make time out of his schedule to get some work done for them.

Always assigned to introduce new recruits and shipments out to people, hanging out with other agents and encounters new people every so often. He’s always someone’s right hand depending on a missions and curious on the circumstances of the situation. For example, he was tasked with getting files of the main 6 Avengers such as Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, reporting to his boss.

With his short lived medical background, Alex has always been an agent with the quick skill set to patch and take care of an agents wounds, being brought in my the medicine department for certain damage control.

Not just that, he was always well versed in wound care due to his past of being a sniper in high place taking down shots making sure where to hit and how clear his target had to be. Such as in 2011 when Thor came to New Mexico, he was one of agents tasks to taser the god of thunder to drop to his knees and shot him, if he did anything funny. It’s where he met Agent Barton that same night along with his darling wife and daughter years later.

If you ask him how many Avengers and X-Men are there, he will just tell you “Ah well, at this time there is a whole bunch of them, including their kids!”. He loves it though, since there is alway something interesting going on the news reports.

Victoria Pedretti as Assistant to the rich and famous 🖨

Full name: Josie Madeline Stone

Nicknames: The helper, JoJo, Maddie, Stony, Mother Goose, Potts Jr, The babysitter and etc

Age: 24

Height: 5’3

Worked for/with: The Starks, The Felton’s, The Richards, The Osborns, The Pyms. Mostly whenever the agency sends her out

Relationship Status: Single but always willing to mingle!

Skills: Languages, hand to hand combat due to boxing classes, patience, communication and time management

Basic information:

She grew up in New Orleans with a simple education and a nice set of friends. Her family life wasn’t the best with her parents sometimes working late hours, resulting in her having to help raise her siblings and figure out what job she wanted.

She had no idea what she wanted to do, more focused on being in the moment instead and enjoying herself.

But she was always into the idea of helping others, learning about other’s experiences and taking care of people. She has been very hesitant and scared about raking on the tasks, standing in the corners watching others instead.

Eventually that resulted in her realizing she liked social work, human relations and resources, and being an honest assistance to others. She became one of the assistants for a new media companies and small businesses, eventually working her way up into working at an agency.

Due to the agency, she was tossed into becoming one of the accounting assistants for Hope Van Dyn for a while, it was a simple and rather nice experience. Soon enough, the agency would sent her to be one plenty people to bounce between The Starks & The Feltons.

The Feltons, she was a little unmotivated and tired running around the children such as Rochelle and her siblings. As well her cousin Liane when she visited was rather annoying. Their parents dropped her of as the coined phrase ‘The Babysitter’ or ‘The Help’ since they saw Joise as so young at the time and easy to please, thinking she a simple nanny.

Joise wasn’t sure if she was a right fit for helping the rich and famous families, to experience it all when she was hired for The Felton. However, she made it work finding tips and tricks to please the kids and teenagers. They just wanted some attention and a bit of freedom, so she gave that to them around the house.

As for work, it was mainly a lot of odd emails she had to respond to and events reschedule for the family. The Feltons left her in the dark for a lot things, telling her to only do as she’s told and will be payed soon enough. Josie would sigh muttered, “Pym was easier..” as she would type up another email or knock on Ms. Felton’s bedroom door to remind her of a 5 o’clock meeting. Plenty of photoshoots to attend, parties to plan, following the weekends with children going to the malls, and in house organized events. But a lot of rooms and meetings were always kept out of her hands, but due to her sources she always got a tip or two about what happened in the rooms.

It was an spectacular surprise working for The Starks however. As it was, Jason who called a few agencies to send some help around the house. Whatever assistance is appreciated with 3 kids (yes, Tony Stark is a grown up kid sometimes according to him, Peggy, Maria and Pepper) for a while. Josie along with her co-workers, loved being able to stand on the sidelines and watching the routines, becoming familiar with things and helping out when needed.

Pepper loved it, Jason treated her like a little gem with how kind she was. Tony found it to be a charming addition around the house, meanwhile Maria Winter flirted with her whenever she visited.

Since Rei was just a kid at the time, he actually liked her finding it nice to have someone else beside his mother or godfather picking him up school, listening to his ideas, organizing movie nights and etc.

When Josie wasn’t playing with kids, such as giving them piggyback rides, she was handling the finer things around the house like paperwork, cleaning up the place and ordering stuff needed. As well as going to meeting with Tony and Pepper, making sure thing were always kept up-to-date and she was always in on whatever situation was happening.

Similar to other families like Reed Richard’s family. But like anything, there were families with high security and tough pasts to uncovers, and if she was lucky enough for it, she got information from them about it.

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