#~/ not all is shown on the surface \~ . toni stark

[mirror-reflections-marvel]

for . open prompts . Stark's birthday + PRIDE month

it wasn't a surprise that her birthday had been forgotten again, overshadowed by other tasks, missions and projects. much like herself once she had reduced the amount of team based missions she took, wanting to focus on helping to prepare for when Thanos came. besides there wasn't any need for her now, not with heroes like James Rhodes, Carol Danvers, Thor and Sam Wilson providing aerial support.

for once though, Toni wasn't down in her lab in the tower. she was in the penthouse, curled up on the bed with a mug of hot chocolate on the side table. her lips were quirked into a sad smile as she watched videos from her younger years. memories from when Ana and Edwin Jarvis were still around and days out when the remaining Howlies would take it in turns to go to the different PRIDE parades and activities with her in June.

it only took half an hour before JARVIS noticed that the quiet inventor had fallen asleep and switched to playing music instead. he wasn't overly concerned about intruders as only three people still had access to the top of SI's tower: Peter Parker, James Rhodes and Nick Fury, despite none of them visiting anymore.

[rangers-arecool]

for . Matt Murdock/Daredevil blog . @mused-like-roses

she was tired. worn down to her bones by people constantly needing her to do something and never letting her have any peace. even her lab in the Tower wasn't safe anymore, not with Rogers and Romanoff waiting outside to irritate or tell her off about something she'd done. it was making the quiet inventor feel claustrophobic and unwanted in a place that she owned.

only Rhodey knew that she had a small apartment in Hell's Kitchen, for he had helped set up her alias there. it was the one place that SHIELD refused point blank to go near, due to Daredevil not appreciating their presence in his home. Izzy Rhodes was known for keeping mostly to herself, although she was always happy to help with anything mechanical based during the day.

at night, she could usually be found up on the roof of her apartment and normally said a quiet hello with a smile to the masked vigilante as he passed. however this particular evening was different. Izzy was curled into herself, one arm wrapped around her knees and a hand tapping against something metallic in or near her chest. trying to calm down from the panic attack she was in the midst of, unaware that anyone was nearby.

[lucianalight]

Loki S2 Review

I rewatched S2 and I liked it even more on the second watch. I'm giving it a 6 out of 10 in average(8 for the finale). Since I didn't post a review week by week like for S1, I'm just going to talk about the main things I liked/disliked

The Improvements & Things I liked:

The pace and the narrative's tone and framing have changed. While the pace drops sometimes, these moments aren't as boring as S1. Meaning you don't want to constantly check when it's going to end(like you know, S1 and especially 1x06). The narrative is neutral and doesn't villain code Loki and hero code others. It doesn't turn Loki into a clown, a punching bag or someone who deserves humiliation(I guess they've done enough of that in S1). On the contrary the characters are shown as flawed people, with Loki being the most moral, considerate, logical and heroic amongst them.

They stated bluntly in episode 1, that what TVA used to do, were atrocities. That they were killing numerous innocent people who had a right to live their lives as they chose.

The characters were three dimensional, likable or tolerable despite their actions in S1. They showed remorse for the things they had done. Although the way the narrative chose to go about it in S1 still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It shouldn't happen to you for you to realize sth is wrong. But at least it was shown that the characters weren't slaughtering people mindlessly and some of them deep down knew it was wrong. Although the fact that they still did it, because of the "greater good", and "woe is me! It's not a comfort it's a burden" attitude about it is repulsive.

OB, Casey and Timely being funny, cute nerds and fanboys :D

Loki using amazing magical stuff and DID YOU SEE THE GREEN MAGICAL GLOW IN HIS EYES?*incoherent screaming*

No Romance. It was unnecessary and rushed in S1. This time they focused more on Loki needing friends and that was definitely a better choice imo and what they should have gone for in S1 too.

Sylvie's actions and personality framed as what they were. She wasn't put on a pedestal as this amazing different FeMaLe version of Loki. She was framed as a flawed character with wrong and right actions and beliefs.

Loki and Sylvie's talk in the pie land, about change, hope, fixing what's broken and being gods. That sigh before Loki saying "We are gods" with all the weight of the world on his shoulders. Wonderful acting.

The ending and its epic soundtrack.

Topics & Things That Could Have Been Handled Better:

The Topic of New York Invasion

"Sometimes a rage builds up and you just gotta let it out. Do you remember that time I was so angry with my father and my brother, I went down to Earth and I held the whole of New York city hostage with an alien army? Tried to use the mind stone on Tony Stark? It didn't work so I threw him off the building. It wasn't tactical. I lost it"

On the surface it looks like Loki's saying that's why he attacked New York and probably most people accept this without a second thought.

But the context of the scene matters. We see during the interrogation Mobius loses his temper. He was worried about Loki getting angry, but he was the one who loses his temper and hits Brad. Loki tries to calm him down by sympathizing with him to try and see what caused his behavior. It's the same thing he did for Thor in the first movie, before coronation and after it, while Thor was nervous and angry. What he says about New York while isn't the whole truth, it also isn't untrue. He was angry with Thor and Odin but as we know his anger and thoughts were influenced by the scepter. We also know Loki doesn't like to talk about his time with Thanos or being tortured. Instead he uses a half-truth, sth that is in character for Loki.

So the scene can be rationalized by this analysis but it's still annoying that this analysis is even needed. They should have been clear about the scepter's influence especially when mcu confirmed it.

Loki thinking about Thor's change as being a weakness. While both Thor and Loki were groomed and taught to consider being soft as a weakness, that wasn't Loki's true feelings. At least I don't think someone who prefers words and magic-that are considered a weakness in Asgard-over brawn thinks like that. His goal in the first movie was to goad Thor into fighting him. So the line should have been sth like this: "Asgard taught us being soft is a weakness, so I used that against Thor to goad him into a fight. I said he's gone soft…"

Plotholes and things that weren't explained.

Why Loki and Sylvie weren't sent to their original timelines like others? And why neither of them showed any interest in seeking their family? You're telling me Loki wants to see these people he knows for 10 seconds more than Frigga or Thor? OOC.

Sylvie's sudden mastery of magic since 1x06 isn't explained. She didn't know much, but then suddenly could do everything Loki did. I mean I can headcanon that her and Loki linking their power taught her some things but these sudden developments without any explanations are annoying.

Loki's genderfluidity. No mention of it at all. Although I believe that no representation is better than bad representation. And you should leave a topic alone if you don't understand it, otherwise you're gonna mess it up. Because bad rep can be more harmful. And so maybe it was a good thing mcu let that one go. But they could still fix it with some shapeshifiting, explaining its difference with illusions and Loki confirming that he is comfortable in her female form.

Loki's clothes. It's probably not that important in comparison with other issues but I really hate that beige suit. Why Sylvie who doesn't even want to be Loki and wasn't in Asgard since childhood changes into an Asgardian outfit for a fight and not Loki? Yeah I get it. It was because of the last reveal and transformation and finding his identity blah blah blah but at least they could have gave him his old Asgardian clothes or he could change the suit's color ugh

Criticism & Things I didn't like:

The ooc moments for Loki in some comedic scenes. Especially in episode 5. While the character has a comedic potential, it's not based on clownery or clumsiness. The best humorous moments for Loki are the ones where he outwits others, use sarcastic language or he is being outwitted despite his careful plans.

Certain emotional stakes aren't clear from the start. The audience know that saving TVA is the right thing because it protects all the freed timelines but they don't know why they should care? Or more accurately why Loki is so emotionally invested in this goal. That gets answered in episode 5 and while Loki's talk with Sylvie is a good emotional scene, the fact that it's stated so late in the story, makes the first few episodes boring when it comes to saving TVA.

The main reason the emotional stakes aren't clear(at least for me), I believe is because most of the people Loki call them his "friends",  haven't done anything to either deserve his friendship or aren't close enough to be considered a friend. Let alone someone Loki tries to move heaven and hell to be with them, instead of for example trying to find his brother and family. It is an issue which again is rooted in S1 and carried to S2. What happened in S1 wasn't therapy or a healthy friendship.

However, Loki being loyal to anyone who show him an ounce of affection or him being moral enough to try to save people are in character for him and that's sth good about it.

The torture scene.

The trick Mobius and Loki pulled was predictable as hell. I didn't even doubted Loki in TDW, let alone here. And even though I didn't believe for one second that Loki's actually going to hurt the guy, and he wasn't shown enjoying it, I still hated that he went along with the torture idea Mobius had come up with. Especially considering the fact that he was a victim of torture himself and never shown any sign in canon that he would torture someone. So yeah I hated that scene.

And why that scene was even necessary? Loki could get into X-5's mind when they weren't in TVA. We know he is capable of it. He did it both through mind stone in Avengers and in TR. how else they were going to delve into Mobius' problem though smh

But alright let's say they needed a scene like that. Still the whole Brad believing Mobius is against torture, and Loki's the one who would be in favor of it, is so fucking ridiculous. Any way you look at it, it has always been TVA and Mobius who did any torture we've seen during the two seasons. The tortures that Loki endured might I add. Even in the previous scene, it was Loki who didn't hit Brad and only tried to intimidate him non-physically by acting as a villain. It was Mobius who hit him, who was shown more affected by Brad's insults. So logically the scene they had planned to fool Brad, should have been played completely the opposite way. By having Mobius do the torture. At least it was recognized that the torture idea was from Mobius and both he and Loki gave the credits for it to Mobius.

Verity Willis. Hunter B15 unlike the Verity in comics, doesn't have a close friendship with Loki or truth detector powers. Not having a good friend like comics Verity for Loki, was such a wasted opportunity in the series.

Mobius saying to Loki "You're a man of action...". That was such a stupid, unnecessary line. As if the main difference between Loki and Thor wasn't Thor acting before thinking, and Loki thinking and planning before acting. While Loki is also a man of action, he is first and foremost a man of strategy. The only plausible explanation imo is that Mobius said it to not feel useless in comparison with Loki and his skills.

"Thor's not that tall". Yeah, no. I don't think Loki's reaction to seeing Thor and Odin's statues would be that. Knowing his brother and family were murdered by the very same people he's working with now. Remind me again why he's considering them "FrIeNdS"? Someone really needs to explain the concept of friendship to Loki. Or rather the writers of this show.

And while we are at it. Let's talk about how Loki's past and identity issues were completely swapped under the rug as if they were all magically fixed and didn't matter anymore. As if those weren't the most important part of his journey. Another issue rooted in S1.

Final Thoughts(for now :D)

Season 2 was definitely better than season 1. Not perfect, and not for those who care about OG Loki's issues. They set him on a completely different path in S1 and they messed up any chance to actually delve into his problems. So in S2 we're having a character that we're supposed to accept has moved on from certain issues, and now tries to find what he wants and where he belongs. Still, I think that they listened to the criticism for once as they tried to fix some of the problems of S1. After many years it didn't feel like that the creators hate the character, or using him as a prop, or a plot device. It was a story about Loki. A bittersweet story for the god of stories.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - October 8th

Hey all! I’m back from my vacation and omg it was so relaxing and lovely and I read SO SO MUCH! I finished a book series I started in August (GAY. WEREWOLVES!) and then read about a million words of fic. If you read anything--give them a comment/kudo! 

~*~ 

No Greater Punishment by KandiSheek

Tony asks Steve out on a date, and Steve – thinking it's just one of Tony's flings – refuses. Then Tony gets a boyfriend. The relationship lasts a week, a month, two months, and Steve slowly realizes... that could've been him.

When Emma Falls in Love by iam93percentstardust 

She waits and takes her time

'Cause Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain

When Emma falls in love, I know

That boy will never be the same

~

“Nice?” Kamala exclaims. “It’s way past nice! It’s the cutest thing ever because his bracelet had his phone number on it! He was hoping to ask you out!”

Tony blinks. Steve Rogers, All-American good boy and quarterback extraordinaire, wants to throw his hat in the ring? He wouldn’t be the first person to toss his name out there, but most of them have just tried to DM him or tag him in their posts. No one’s shown the kind of thought and effort that Steve apparently put into his declaration. It’s a level of understanding and appreciation of who Tony is and everything he’s cultivated in his career that no one else has put in.

It is, to use Kamala’s word, cute.

Restless Gravity by AvengersNewB 

Omega Tony Stark gets bonded to a human-hating space warlord, to get his people a new home after the destruction of their planet.

Warlord - Arranged marriage AU, with a bit of a twist.

we'll live in spaces between walls by soliloquent

"Steve looks furious and defeated, and he's breathing like he just ran a marathon. He glances at the door over Tony's shoulder, slightly shivering, looking for an escape like he's on a battlefield. Perhaps he is.

This is not about the laundry anymore."

—⎊—

or: In the heat of a tense discussion in a cramped utility room at the Avengers Tower, Steve's deep-seated insecurities come to the surface. Tony witnesses a new and vulnerable side of him and realizes he has more in common with Steve than he thought. 🧺

Do Not Reply by FestiveFerret

When Tony starts replying to a "daily deals" donotreply email address from some random security supply company, he finds shouting into the void soothingly cathartic.

Less so when the void answers back.

ad astra by Areiton

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

Cardigan by Gayspacesprinkles, iam93percentstardust

When Tony is fourteen, his father announces that he’s going to marry Tiberius Stone, and he stops believing in Prince Charming.

August by Gayspacesprinkles, iam93percentstardust

August goes by slowly and altogether too quickly at the same time. He spends his days at practice in the morning while keeping his afternoons open in case Tony calls. The days smell like salt, despite being far away from the ocean, and the air is sticky in the Texas humidity. Sometimes, it gets too hot to do anything with Tony in the heat of the day, and it feels like a waste of the limited time they have together even though they spend all their nights together as well.

Sharing The Drink They Call Loneliness by KandiSheek

Tony has always thought that the pianist in his local bar, Steve, is way too good for this place. Tony wants to know more about him. And as it turns out, Steve wants the exact same thing.

Tony knows that he's playing with fire. But he's sworn off his old ways long ago. There's no way he will let himself fall for Steve. Right?

honey from your hive by meidui

"Whoa, hey, you okay?" Tony asks, hands flying out to steady him, so warm, the skin contact making him shiver. Steve tries to focus on Tony's face. "Cap?"

"You smell so good," Steve tells him honestly, sinking into Tony's arms because he can't hold himself up anymore. This should be okay because Tony is letting him do it: he presses his face into Tony's neck and sniffs, his tongue darting out just in time to feel Tony's pulse jump against it, and he licks—

"Steve, stop that," Tony says, sounding strangled as his grip tightens and Steve stops, letting Tony grab his face and tilt him up. "You're kind of scaring the crap out of me. What is it? What's going on with you?"

"We blew up the lab," Steve manages, and something dawns on Tony's face. "Everyone had a reaction 'cept me. Think 'm having it now."

Unbroken by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

Destiny looks a lot like Captain America when it walks through his door, and even at ten, Tony knows that Steve is something wonderful. He's a protector, a friend, someone to turn to when his father is angry and his mother is lost in a haze of pills, someone who loves Tony unconditionally and would do anything for him.

When he's 15 that faith is put to the test by a car crash, and then, something worse.

What begins as a friendship blossoms into something deeper, something nuanced--a bond, unshakeable.

Unbreakable

the body i hold and whisper my darling by deathsweetqueen

Tony Stark is nineteen when he takes a seat at a bar, orders a shot of tequila, and twists his head to look at the man sitting beside him.

He’s older, in his thirties, early to mid-thirties, if he’s guessing correctly, maybe even just slightly less than twice his age, with dark blonde hair and a beard covering half of his face, and his eyes fixed on his beer.

“You look like shit,” he ends up saying, bluntly.

The man looks up, and he has these blue eyes, blue eyes like a summer storm, and Tony finds himself stunned, a little turned on, by how beautiful this man is.

He has the perfect ratio, Tony realises, the eyes and the hair and the jawline and the cheekbones.

His eyes drag lower, and the man is built, like seriously built, with wide, muscled biceps, and a tapered-in waist, and those long, strong legs.

“I feel like shit,” the man says, after a while.

Teenage Dream by shinkonokokoro

This was written for this prompt:

A battle with Loki leaves Tony de-aged physically and mentally to the time he was in college.

young!Tony takes it all in stride. He is duly impressed by his armor, confused and excited by all the superhumans (Thor and Hulk) around and then is smacked by the realization that the boring blond hovering around is actually his MAJOR childhood hero / crush / source of adolescent fantasies Captain America! Cue teen!Tony trying his best (and maybe succeeding?) to get into an increasingly flustered and blushy Captain America.

Bonus if teen!Tony is still way way more experienced than virgin!Steve and is *delighted* to get to top (and deflower) Captain America.

(Um, extra bonus for including a little bit of Rhodey and Pepper interacting with Tony. Also super bonus for Steve unearthing Tony's daddy issues by the dozen.)

touch me gently, like a summer evening breeze by quidhitch 

What is this, Tony’s brain screams. There are alarm bells going off in his head, but also, like, romantic violins. It’s very confusing. He focuses on the freckle beneath Steve’s eye instead.

Two in Fourteen Million by slimandalittlebitfoxy

“You wanna hear something stupid?” He took Steve’s silence as a confirmation, but didn’t think he could stop if he tried. “I carried around that phone the whole damn time. Since the day you sent it to me, I carried it. Just in case the world needed you.”

“I didn’t give it to you to let me know if the world needed me.” Steve looked up. Tony was frightened to see how much older he looked—maybe not in body, but in spirit. His jaw was set. He was angry too, though Tony would have bet money it was directed more at himself than anyone. “I gave it to you so you could call me if you needed me.”

“That’s the thing, Cap,” Tony said. “I always needed you.”

(The one where everyone lives.)

The Dotted Line by purpleicedteas 

Film trailblazer Steve Rogers was in need of a relationship to cover up his embarrassingly non-existent love life.

Tony Stark needed a relationship to slow down the playboy rumors.

Enter a PR relationship contract.

the long and short of it (stevetony games 2022 fills) by starvels (dinosaur) 

The challenge of whipping a nice pattern into Steve’s back, is that his healing rate really only gives about a 15 minute window in which to finish all of the strokes before the earliest lines begin to disappear.

The thought accosts Tony in the middle of team poker, the night before him and Steve are set to have a heavy session.

- latest fill: 616+established relationship+whipping kink negotiation

The Long Road Home by ladyshadowdrake 

Maria Stark told her son that the Mark on his wrist meant there was a special someone out there just for him. Sarah Rogers told her son that his soulmate was waiting for him, and he needed to be strong for them.

Neither of them ever mentioned what to do if that soulmate just doesn’t want them.

this is how you fall in love by complicationstoo 

Steve wants to have sex at least once before he graduates from college. He’s twenty one, never really dated anyone, and doesn’t see the point in waiting any longer.

He plans for just a simple one night stand with no strings attached, but his plan doesn't account for falling in love with Tony Stark.

It's Only Half Past (The Point of Oblivion) by LadyHabren (equalopportunityobsessor)

"I think it's generally agreed that all of Steve's senses are powered up by the serum? He can hear people whispering on the other side of the room, probably sees a hell of a lot further, etc.

But there are definite downsides. How does Steve control this side effect of the serum?"

Captain America is more than a man - he is a hero, he is an ideal, he is pure muscle held together by patriotism and moral fibre... And not even Captain America can fight it when his own brain turns against him.

I'm gonna be honest, by the time I got to the end of this story and went back to look at the prompt, I realized my fill was so different that I intitially thought I was looking at the wrong prompt... But I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless.

seven years in heaven by meidui

Tony gave Steve everything in the divorce. Their beautiful Brooklyn brownstone and everything in it, Tony's beloved Audi, their private garden upstate. Tony even offered him the lakehouse, but Steve had looked up at him with red eyes and begged softly for him to stop.

Tony gave Steve everything, every last piece of himself. He didn't take much with him when he flew out to his mansion in Malibu, but he took every last piece of Steve, too.

love me naked by meidui

What kind of man wears makeup? Steve thinks to himself.

Love Calls You By Your Name by laireshi for MassiveSpaceWren 

Steve's boyfriend, Tony Stark, doesn't come home after Iron Man gets hurt when protecting Steve.

Look at my eyes, Don't even know who I am. by Perlmutt 

Deciding to take a break from the bustling city life, Tony found himself on a deserted island somewhere near the South American coast. Only JARVIS and DUM-E accompanied him here. This was the perfect place for him to clear his head and focus on his studies. The sun was warm, the sea beautiful and the animals peaceful. But in the jungle around him waited an adventure for him that he couldn't have dreamt of.

Because he was not alone. Blue eyes watched him.

A man as wild and untamed as the jungle around them...

Wait & Sea by Lenalena

In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....

Devil with an Easy Grin by ladyshadowdrake 

Steve meets a charismatic stranger at a club for a one night stand, and expects to never see him again.

[imperiuswrecked]

Has Namor ever reclaimed the McKenzie name? I remember he rejected it or something. Why everyone keeps using it?

The surface dwellers use his human name, Namor McKenzie or they call him The Sub-Mariner. He uses it too, but it's mostly on the surface world.

All New Invaders (2014) #10 - Prince Namor McKenzie

In the ocean and Atlantis Namor goes by many titles:

Prince Namor

Namor the First

The Avenging Son

The Sub-Mariner

Imperius Rex

Namor Fen-Son

Namor, Son of Fen

Son of Atlantis

Prince of the Blood

Prince of Atlantis

Prince Namor the First

Prince of Destiny

Scion of the Seas

Sea Lord

King Namor

King Namor the First

King of the Seas

Sea King

Phoenix King

Avenger of the Deep

Lord of the Seven Seas

Sovereign Monarch of Atlantis

Lord of the Undersea World

Emperor of the Deep

Supreme Commander of the Undersea Legions

As you see Names & Titles are important in Atlantean Society. A notable comic about his names: Namor, The Sub-Mariner (1990) #37 - Namor is called Namor McKenzie (the Atlanteans pronounce it Mak Kenzee) by Suma-Ket, the Ancient King of Atlantis. (He also has a few titles: Suma Ket, Prophet King of Ancient Atlantis, Lord of the Old Ones, The Dark King, The Devil-King).

Namor asserts he is "Namor, Son of Fen"

Suma-Ket once again calls him, Namor Mak-Kenzee after capturing Namor.

Namor shows his true strength and breaks free to fight Suma-Ket. Who is surprised because he thought Namor was weak (bc he's half human).

Namor once again asserts his princely birth and says he's the Annointed Avenging Son (because his mother named him Namor which means "Avenging Son" in Atlantean)

When Namor's true strength/power is shown Suma-Ket calls him, Fen-Son. Acknowledging his legitimacy.

So Namor has always gone by his father's (Captain Leonard McKenzie) last name but he was raised by his mother, Princess Fen, alone and views himself more closely tied to his mother and Atlantis. Do he is Namor Fen-Son, much like how Fen is called Daughter of Tha-Korr or Andromeda is called Andromeda Attumasen (Her father is Attuma)

I love Fen's other titles too

Princess Fen

Princess of the Blood

Beautiful Goddess of the Seals

Queen of Sharks

Empress Fen

As I was writing this out I recalled another time where his name came into question and I think this must be what you were asking about:

In The Order (2007) #7 Namor renounced the name McKenzie.

In my opinion people shouldn't read too much into this comic because it's clear the writer set up Namor to be used for the main character's plot of being the new guy who has to handle high profile situations.

Namor rarely, if ever lies, in 90% of his comics, he's one of the most honest and brutally in your face about speaking the truth characters in comics. The other 10% percent is when writers don't know his character. lol.

It's clear in this comic that Namor is angry because his people have no home again and he wants to embrass Tony Stark (due to the events of Namor (2007) limited series) and he wishes to become a political prisoner to further his plans to help the Atlanteans (it makes no sense to me at all plus at this time Namor was living in Latveria with Doctor Doom, this comic just ignores that I guess) and he is being difficult on purpose (more than his usual difficult self, lol) and rejects his human name even lying about the events of his mother and father's meeting. The main character calls Namor out for the lies and ends up saving the day.

So while I do enjoy Namor being abrasive mostly this comic just doesn't fit with the rest of his character history but I understand that sometimes writers do things for the sake of the plot.

So I guess to wrap up your question: Namor never actually rejects the McKenzie name (really The Order is the only time I remember this happening), however he views himself more as his mother's son, and a Son of Atlantis, than he does as his father's son. He does acknowledge his father and that he is his father's son but it's not as important to his character as his mother is.

Everyone uses McKenzie because it's his name and I guess it's shorter than his many titles. lol. People call him Namor or The Sub-Mariner more often. Honestly I only see his last human name used sparingly in all the hundreds of comics he has.

Namor's struggle with his human/atlantean parentage is always interesting to read about.

[filmrelicsworld]

Marvel And College Life

I'd like to share a little secret with those of you who might not know much about me: I adore Marvel more than most things.

I read comic books as a child and became well-versed in all things Marvel. I can probably still pinpoint the exact differences between character reactions in the comics and the film. This takes me to the aspect of Marvel that I value the most: the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

As I've become older, the movies have meant a great deal to me because of their commitment to faithful character representation as well as the poignant and motivational teachings they include.

I have seen every Marvel film produced during Phase Three, which includes "Captain America: Civil War" to "Avengers: Endgame," since I moved in 2019 to attend my graduation.

Permit me to share with you the lessons I learned from the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) throughout my time as a graduate. Every one of those films imparted valuable lessons that I was able to apply to my personal life while attending college.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR

Fans of the films that had followed Captain America: Civil War through to that point experienced intense emotion. Iron Man, who sided with the government, and Captain America, our two favourite superheroes, were at odds over a new government policy that would have required superheroes to obtain permission from the government before acting.

By the time the film concludes, half of the beloved characters have vanished, the Avengers are forced to take sides, and the bond between Cap and Iron Man is as shattered as Cap's shield. At a pivotal moment in my life, when I was grappling with the realisation that I no longer felt as close to some of my friends as I once did, this movie arrived.

I never had time to hang out with some of my old pals since college made me busy than I had ever been in my life. I was left behind as they began to make friends of their own. That used to greatly bother me, but the movie served as a helpful reminder that friends don't always drift apart because they no longer care about one another.

DOCTOR STRANGE

Next up is a personal favorite of mine. For a very long time, Doctor Strange has been one of my favorite superheroes. I think I identify to him a lot as a person, maybe because I appreciate the idea of a superhero who can see into the future and perform magic.

Strange's profession is nearly destroyed by his reckless driving, which turns him from a qualified surgeon into a man lost in a very dark place. He is also incredibly pompous and arrogant. He wastes his riches on pricey, novel operations that leave him penniless and alone.

He spends his last dollar on a one-way airline ticket to an experimental treatment facility, where he encounters sorcerers who enlighten him about his past by teaching him the skill of magic. I want to remember that when I graduate and start my career—that he no longer needs fame or wealth to be happy.

Money is vital since it enables one to support their family, but if Doctor Strange has taught me anything, it's that material wealth isn't everything and that I should continue to follow my passions even if they don't always result in the highest salary.

SPIDERMAN: HOMECOMING

Since almost everyone and their grandmother is familiar with the Spiderman story, the villain is given more screen time in this film.

In "Spiderman: Homecoming," a villain by the name of the Vulture is shown stealing weaponry and equipment to resell on the black market after Tony Stark's (Iron Man) actions unintentionally cause his firm to fail. Ultimately, we see this criminal as a kindly man who steals to support his family and spare them the pain of his insolvency.

Unbelievably, this gave me some insight about how to serve others back when I was in Amity. It made me realise that regardless of how someone appears on the surface, they are all dealing with emotions on the inside and may require support to deal with those emotions. When the Vulture finally refuses Spiderman's attempts to assist him, Spiderman is compelled to stop him.

By teaching me not to judge a book by its cover, "Spiderman: Homecoming" has helped me make a lot of friends throughout college and serves as a constant reminder that people may be battling conflicts I'm ignorant of.

THOR: RAGNAROK

In the third movie of the "Thor" trilogy, our main character Thor is left to handle what's left of Asgard after his father Odin passes away and a new threat—his sister Hela, who was just revealed—appears to challenge Thor for the throne.

From this moment on, Thor must choose his own fate, as he had always found his calling in his father's guidance and approval. It always seems to bring back memories of the moment I decided to change my degree.

One of the reasons I initially decided to attend Amity was because I felt compelled to become a lawyer at a young age. However, while I was in college, I discovered that I was more drawn to a completely different major: communications.

That's when I realised that no one else could decide to switch my major for me; instead, I had to pick my own path with God's help. One is constantly reminded of such by "Thor: Ragnarok."

You would be here reading for an hour if I wrote an article about every Marvel film from Phase Three. I'm going to take a "Infinity War" approach and break half of this! I'll see you then!

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Let’s Try Something New…

Steve Rogers x black female super powered reader x Bucky Barnes

Steve is a virgin and you’re inexperienced but you’re both ready to take the next step in your relationship. You’re just not sure how.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, lingerie, blind folding, sensory play, porn, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, anal, breeding kink, threesome, language, and hopefully that’s all

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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I wrote this a long time ago but I was rereading it and it’s pretty decent so I figured I’d post it. My writing has thankfully improved. Also this was pre-making my reader exclusively black in content so take that as you will.

America’s couple.

That’s what they called you.

“Mr and Mrs America” even though you insisted you weren’t married.

Before you even met, the masses insisted you’d be a perfect couple simply based on your star spangled uniforms and overbearing need to protect the idea of freedom.

He came from Brooklyn. You, Silicone Valley. A program gone wrong somehow managed to merge an virtual privacy beta program with its creator. Your beginnings had eerily similar ties to another Avenger who didn’t make it out so lucky. But you got to keep your good looks and didn’t change colors when you were angry. In fact, you rarely got angry at all. You were calm and analytical and you irritated a certain billionaire to no end until he finally invited you to a charity event at Stark Tower.

You would’ve been flattered if you didn’t already know that his girlfriend was making him do it.

The very thing you were trying to eliminate was your power. As soon as you got within hitting range of a piece of tech, you could read, unencrypt, transfer, and delete files at a twitch of you finger.

You hated it.

But it meant a lot more people understood just how much their technology knew about them. Tony was an open book. Now. But his competition had a lot of secrets that you were unwilling bringing to the surface everyday. To the competition, it looked like he had an in with the newest super hero. In reality, there wasn’t much of him to expose that he hasn’t already.

That lead to your first meeting with Stark. He immediately hated you. He wanted you to ease up but every time you learned of a company embezzling from some poor old lady or of a family displaced by new development, you had to stop it. You couldn’t help it.

He remarked that you’d get along with a certain goody two shoes he was housing in New York. Well, you hated New York so you doubt you’d ever meet this man.

There were more scheduled sit downs with the billionaire, play boy, philanthropist than you care to think about until he finally asked you to this gala.

The people, they love you. The billionaires want to see you on the next mission to Mars. They hope Thor would take you away with him next time he was on earth. But he didn’t come and you kept playing modern day Robin Hood.

Pepper hopes to paint you in a better light. It just a matter of time before someone with unlimited money and resources attempts to put you in your place. You almost welcome it. The only crime fighting you do is with actual computers and they don’t pose much of a challenge. But you bite. And you get a pretty dress. And you go to this party to be paraded around and shown you aren’t a threat.

And paraded around you are.

It was the worst experience you’ve even encountered. So much information to process. So many men who hurt so many more innocent people all in one room. You wish you could hollow the place out. But someone noticed your discomfort and led you away from it all. A purple giant who looked like a man but you could read like an open book.

“An android?” You question as he leads you to a corner of people sitting, drinking, and talking quietly as though none of the other party goers are there.

“Synthezoid,” he corrects. “I researched your powers. This must all be terribly distressing.”

“I’ll have a migraine taller than this tower by the end of this.”

“There she is! Tony’s newest charity case.” You knew all of them from news outlets but mostly from Tony’s visits. All of their files were sorted in the back of your mind. The one who addressed you was Clint Barton.

You smile and nod and introduce yourself.

Steve Rodgers pats an empty spot next to him. “Vision warned us about your power. This is a tech free zone.”

You sigh and take a seat before closing your eyes. “Natasha Romanoff didn’t get the memo,” you mutter.

“Nat,” Steve sighs.

“What? I wanted to see how sensitive her powers are,” she insists before tossing a burner phone in the air. It disintegrates into dust when you blink at it.

“Cool trick,” Sam Wilson whistles.

“There was nothing on it but I hope you weren’t attached,” you apologize to the red head.

“Nope, just seeing how sensitive,” she smirks back at you. You genuinely smile for the first time in months. It’s easy here. Surrounded by enhanced super beings, spies, and specially trained soldiers.

“Well, guys, I don’t think Tony’s freak show is working,” James Rhodes laughs watching a man scream at a guard about having millions of dollars siphoned back to people he scammed.

“I can’t help it,” you whisper.

“Did you just do that?” Steve asks leaning forward. You nod sheepishly. “I like her,” he grins.

“I can’t stand these rich pricks,” Clint sighs. “Do whatever you want to them. They have it coming.”

“Half of you are living under one of those rich prick’s roof. You need to be grateful,” Rhodes insists.

“Some of us are being kept here,” Wanda Maximoff sighs.

“You would like to be let out?” You ask. “I can disarm the security.”

“Don’t even think about it,” you hear Tony command from behind you. You close your eyes at the onslaught of digital information that attacks your senses. “You couldn’t behave for one night?”

“Hey, she’s doing what’s right and if your rich friends didn’t get there honestly, that’s what they have coming.” Steve defends you so easily. Even your own friends have reservations about how you use your powers, no matter how noble they may be.

“Told you he’d love you,” Tony sighs and takes an empty seat. “So, everyone else hates you. I tried my best to make you look good and if I can’t do it, no one can. You wanna join my band of misfits?”

You glance around at the circle of Avengers, earth’s mightiest heroes. “I hate New York.”

Bruce Banner laughs at your comment. “She’ll fit right in.”

And you did. You split your time between California and the east coast. You got a lot of backlash from the ones who initially supported you for joining America’s private task force but you continued doing what you always had and suffered through Tony’s lectures every couple months. But your behavior caught the attention of a certain Avenger. Steve and Tony’s moral compass were often a point of contingency in the group and you always sided with Steve. Sam was another one that constantly stayed in his camp but Sam didn’t have an ass and breasts.

And it was Steve that normally stuck up for you when you butted heads with anyone else. Mostly because your intentions were always pure but your intentions between each other tended to wane in their purity.

After a lot of heated glances and lingering touches, he finally asked you out. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He spent a week trying to get what your favorite flowers were out of you, your favorite food, favorite activities. One Friday evening, he brought a terrarium of beautiful succulents, then took you out for a movie and tacos. You missed the food trucks of California but he managed to find pretty a comparable place. It wasn’t even in his search history so it must have been an actual recommendation.

It all made you feel so special.

It became the norm: he’d ask you out Friday night and you’d do something either of you enjoyed or something you’d never tried before and it became your thing. Someone would ask Steve’s opinion on something and Sam would quickly interject that it’s date night. “He can’t think about that when he’s got a pretty little thing on his arm.” You’d smile at the comment and continue on to bowling or the carnival or a play and, with all the restaurants around New York, you decided to try a new country’s cuisine every week.

It was a very slow relationship. Your first kiss took almost two months to happen. Your first make out session another 3 weeks later. But you didn’t mind. You were his first actual girlfriend and he was only the second man you’d been in a relationship with. You didn’t really know what you wanted in a man but if you had to choose, it’d be Cap all the time.

You loved how his big hands covered your entire waist when you kissed him and how his tongue was so ridiculously skilled in your mouth and how he always asked permission before doing anything. It was little hot when he was dirty with it. “Can I kiss you here?” “Can I touch you here?” “Can I suck you here?” Your answer is always yes. Except when it wasn’t.

Sex came even slower. Again, him; a virgin, and you; woefully inexperienced. But you enjoyed his touch and he enjoyed yours. Whenever he got too excited he’d calm the situation down but you lacked that kind of willpower so you constantly tempted him. You were both under the impression that it would naturally happen and when it didn’t you expressed it to each other and fell into a fit of laughter at your naivety.

“Ok, I think the first step is to study. If we know what we’re doing, it’ll be easier,” Steve expresses while the two of you lounge across his bed. Everyone else in the tower thinks you’ve been rutting each other’s brains out for the past three months but they had no idea how wrong they were.

You lie with your head dangling off the edge of the bed enjoying the feeling of lightheadedness while he spoke. it was date night and you decided to order take out and watch a movie at home because of the cold weather. But now you were both full and restless, giving each other longing glances, touching, tickling, pinching. But now you were here. Staring at his upside reflection in the mirror across the room.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yeah.” He didn’t let you finish your sentence because he 100% knew what you were going to say.

“I think I’ve seen all the porn ever made,” you laugh and sit up to face him, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of your blood rushing back down your body.

“Then what do you want me to do to you?” You think for a moment then shrug. It all seemed like mindless sex viewing it. You knew from what you felt when he touched you it wasn’t but you had no preference because you had no experience to go off of. “What do you want me to do to you?” You counter crawling across the bed to sit in front of him, hands resting on his knees.

“I don’t know what my options are,” he husks glancing at your lips then back to your eyes. You’re doing something to him but you aren’t even aware of it and neither of you knows what to do about it. It was something else to date a man with very little female experience and didn’t grow up with the internet. So pure.

You nod and move to sit back on your heels but he catches your chin to kiss you deeply. Your hands slip up to his shoulders and you sit on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I want you so bad but I don’t know what to do with you if you won’t tell me,” he sighs against your lips. You pull back slightly and nod before accessing your memories for the only porn that made you relatively bothered.

When you look back up at him, he gives you a quizzical glance.

“Where were you, sweetheart?”

“Accessing something.” You kiss him again letting yourself fall into him. The smell of him. The feel of him. Your fingers trace his chest and he groans at the feeling and starts to pull away. “Don’t,” you whisper. “Keep going until you get stuck.” He nods and pulls you back to him. You press against him, hips rolling to grind against his crotch.

“What now?” He asks breathlessly pressing his forehead against yours.

“Take off my shirt.” You instruct.

“You sure?” You nod. He’s seen you in your underwear but not like this. He always blushed and looked away quickly, waiting for you to cover yourself. His fingers brushed against your bare waist as he blindly searched for the hem. You moaned at his touch and leaned into it. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I wouldn’t have told you to do it if it wasn’t,” you assure him. He lifts the cloth over your head. You lift your arms to help and that blush you know so well coats his cheeks. “Hands,” you request after he drops the shirt somewhere behind you. He gives them to you limply and you place them low on your hips. “Is this okay?” You ask. He nods and you put your hands back on his shoulders. “Steve, I’m yours. You do what you want with me then let me know when you get stuck.” He nods again and you kiss him once more. It takes a moment but his hands start moving lower until they cup your ass. You prop it up slightly to give him full access to it. He grasps it tentatively, always asking for approval, and you moan letting him know you enjoy it.

His fingers toy with your waistband. “I want to take these off of you,” he whispers. You sit up on your knees giving access to your jeans’ buttons. He makes quick work of them before sliding them down your hips but he holds the back of your thighs, kissing along your chest all the while kneading at your bottom with his fingers. Your arms wrap around his head, pulling him closer. “You taste so sweet here,” he mutters against your skin.

“Must be my perfume,” you reason and tug at the back of his shirt. “Can I take this off?”

He nods and lets you remove his shirt. Despite getting the male pass to be shirtless, he doesn’t take it very often. Always preferring extremely tight t-shirts that leave nothing to the imagination. You revel in at how smooth his chest is, fingers gliding along the taunt skin, flicking at his nipples making him gasp.

“Was that okay?” You ask quickly, pulling your hands from his body.

He catches your hands and places them back on his chest before looking up at you. “Sweetheart, I’m yours. Do what you want with me and let me know when you get stuck,” he smiles mimicking your words. You giggle softly and massage his pecs then down to his hard abs, exploring his body. He does the same to you, hands squeezing your breasts through your bra, fingers exploring under it grazing your now hard nipples. You moan and feel your core clench

“Can I take this off of you, doll?” Steve asks, palms fully under your bra’s cups fondling your breasts. You nod and press closer so he can unhook it. He presses his face into your now naked breast, licking and sucking the skin. “Can I kiss you here?” He asks centimeters from your nipple. His soft breaths blowing over it and making your core go haywire.

“Uhhuh,” you confirm biting your bottom lip. He kisses. Then he sucks. Then he bites. And you become a moaning puddle in his lap. He takes almost your entire breast in his mouth and fondles your nipple with his talented tongue. “Oh, Steve,” you moan. You feel wetness soak your panties and he hasn’t even touched you there. His free hand massages your other breast before he moves on to attach his mouth around that one. His hands are back on your ass and they grip ever so slightly closer to your core before he stops.

“Baby,” he whispers pulling away from you, “you’re wet down here. Is that normal?”

“Very,” you giggle. “In fact, it's a good thing.”

“You didn’t-“

“No!” You quickly deny. “Its different. Natural lubricant. Female bodies produce it when they’re aroused.”

“You’re aroused?”

“Very,” you grin.

“Good. Because I am, too.” You glance down at his jeans, a bulge the size of your forearm is present and the overwhelming need to strip him over takes you.

“That looks painful. Can I take those off?” Steve smiles in relief and nods. “Do you ever take care of yourself?” You ask undoing his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can pull them off and push them off to some unknown location. Your focus is solely on the enormous dick on display in front of you.

“What do you mean?” You make a jacking motion above his now free cock. “Oh!” He blushes and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Yeah, of course. Sometimes I think of you in the shower or before bed. How I wish you were with me. How I want to bury myself in you but I want to do it right. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smile. “Don’t worry about hurting me. The female body was designed for much worse. As far as ‘doing it right’, that’s why we’re doing this.” He nods. “So, do you want to take those off of me?” You ask referring you your panties. They were the only bit of clothing left on either of you and last bit that needed to be off to accomplish your goal. He nods and hooks his fingers around the red, white, and blue boy shorts you’re wearing as if you knew today would be the day and drags them down you hips.

You whine as the air reaches your uncovered and extremely sensitive pussy. Steve lifts his hand to touch you there but you stop him. “Now we study,” you instruct and sit back on your heels.

“But-“ You stop his protest with a finger.

“You want to do this right, right?” He pouts but nods. “Alright. I know you haven’t been in the age of the internet long but you’ve been in it long enough to know what porn is.” That blush comes creeping back. “So, I want you to share what makes you horny and I’ll share what makes me horny and then we’ll discuss.”

“Discuss?”

“The possibility of making it come to life,” you smile. Steve falls into deep thought for a moment before agreeing.

“Ladies first,” he insists as his fingers tuck a wild strand of hair behind your ears. You lean into his touch with a hum, sorely missing having his hands all over you but you two needed to focus.

Your media is actually written. A story about a woman who likes to be touched and teased blindfolded because it heightens the senses. Of course you’d never experienced anything like that. So you read the story word for word from your memory stores and Steve listened with rapt attention. He memorized how the love interest touched the woman, kissed her, satisfied her and imagined you there, blindfolded, naked across his bed, pleasuring you until you couldn’t feel your legs.

“She felt his strong arms wrap around her body and that was the last thing she remembered before falling into the best sleep she’d ever had,” you conclude and return the present moment on the bed with Steve and you cheeks heat.

“Welcome back,” he smiles, flushed. You grin sheepishly. “Is that what you want?” You nod and look away. Why was it suddenly so embarrassing to have your kink out on full display? But you remember how much you two need this. You need some kind of kink to get yourselves started or else your entire relationship will be adventurous dates and heavy petting.

“Your turn,” you whisper and slide away from him to give him some space to grab his phone or computer but he instead reaches into his bedside table.

“Bucky and I used to collect these when we were young,” Steve sighs and sits up with a collection of tiny books. “We called them eight pagers. Little erotic comic strips.”

You smile up at him. So pure. You take one and flip through it taking note of the lacy lingerie every seemingly irresistible cartoon woman hid under her clothes. “I think we can do this,” you muse.

“Yeah?” You nod and kiss him softly.

“Let me make a quick wardrobe change.” He nods and watches you crawl out of the bed. You snag his shirt from where it’s been thrown and cover yourself to walk out in the hall to your own room. You don’t have much in the way of lingerie but something tells you that you should invest in some. Was underwear just fancier back then? You could look it up but you didn’t bother as you rolled a pair of thigh highs up your legs and slipped on a garter belt. There was a matching bra with this set that you debated on. It wasn’t exactly era appropriate but you’d gotten this far already. You slip his shirt back on and sneak back through the halls.

“It isn’t exactly what you're expecting,” you warn. “I’ll have to do some shopping for you but this is what I have.” He crooks his finger at you and you get close enough for him to pull the large shirt over your head.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers in shock at your cupless bra and crotchless thong. “It’s perfect,” he whispers and a grin splits his face.

“You sure?” You ask coving yourself slightly but his strong hands catch your wrists.

“Don’t,” he whispers and moves your hands to his waist. “I found some things, too. Do you want to see or do you want to be surprised?”

“Surprised,” you smile. He grins and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth and you pull him closer, pressing your chest against his, his penis pulsing against your core. He pulls away long enough to slip a tie over your eyes before pulling you back into him. His lips never leave yours has he lays you down against the pillows.

“Comfortable?” You nod and smile. “Good.” A feather light touch ghosts down your chest to your stomach and all yours senses light up as you feel you skin constrict with goosebumps. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve whispers then blows across your nipples. You can’t stop the gasps from jumping from your throat this time.

Something soft and light trails up your body from you calf and slips over your sensitive clit. You whine and spread your legs hoping for more but Steve finds one of your hands and tangles your fingers together as the sensation travels up to your breasts. It circles one nipple and then the other before traveling up your throat. It tickles under your chin making you giggle while your core clinches in need. And the feeling leaves. Steve’s thumb massages the back of your hand and you barely register the soft feeling on the inside of your thigh. You hum in appreciation and roll your hips attempting to get it closer to your core.

“Impatient,” Steve tuts as he continues to play with you.

“Want you,” you whine.

“Not yet. We’re studying,” he states calmly. Your hand squeezes his. Look who’s teasing now. Something tickles your throbbing clit and you come undone with a loud gasp. “Are you holding something back?” Steve asks as you snap your legs closed in an attempt to get some friction to ride out this premature orgasm. You hear the smile in his voice. He must be smiling because he tugs your legs apart and keeps them apart by placing his body there. “Let me see what you’re hiding, beautiful.” You moan and he finally makes contact with your soaking pussy.

A finger slips into you. It must be a finger because you know his girth will rip you apart if he tries to push that into you with out some coaching. And it curls up against your walls.

You cry out and arch your back against the bed. “More,” you moan.

“Not yet,” Steve denies. “This is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to savor it.”

Your hips squirm and his thumb fondles your clit. Your teeth grit together so hard, you’re scared they’ll crack.

“Relax. Let go,” he instructs keeping a steady pace in your pussy. He adds a second finger and a third. And then he’s using his whole hand to destroy you.

“Steve, I’m gonna-” but a gasp escapes you before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re gonna what, sweetheart?”

“Ah!” Is all you can manage and he chuckles and removes his fingers. “Steve,” you moan. You were just on the crest of release.

“Are we done studying yet?” He asks while you writhe under him. He lifts your blindfold and a perfect eyebrow arches at you. You've never agreed to anything so quickly in your life. Steve pulls you up to sit on his lap and lets you control how quickly you take him. It hurts as it stretches you but you cum again from the new friction before he’s even all the way in. You stop at the increased pressure your body puts on him and he watches you writhe on top of him.

“Beautiful,” he whispers and reaches up to kiss you. “So perfect.” His hand massages your lower stomach trying to relax the spasming muscles while both your arms and core squeeze around him. You moan feeling everything at once all of the sudden and pull yourself closer to him not completely registering it. “Calm down. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Give it a moment to pass,” he mutters while butterflying kisses across your cheek and jaw. You try to slow your breathing and your eyes flutter open to look at him. “There’s my girl,” he smiles. You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to thrust, to keep himself still while you come down.

You smile up at him and press your lips to his.

“Can you do the rest?” You ask pressing you forehead to his.

“You trust me?” You nod and he lays you down under him. Hands holding his body up on either side of your head. He gives an experimental roll of his hips and when you don’t protest, he keeps going. Deeper and deeper until, “Shit,” you breathe adjusting your legs around him to give him more space. “Are you all the way in yet?”

“Language,” he frowns making you smile breathlessly. “And no. Almost. Breathe. You’re taking me so well.” You clinch around him at his words making his eyes widen slightly then smirks at his revelation. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You feel amazing around me. Fits like a glove.” You bite back a moan and roll your hips, pressing him in further. Steve groans as he starts to pull out and you whimper feeling the loss of him. He presses slowly back into you. He’s so careful. So gentle. You appreciate it as he works himself up to speed. You seem to be in sync with each other as he begins to speed up, press slightly harder, get a little rougher; all of it in perfect time. He bends to his elbows so his lips can trail across your neck and chin and then the very corner of your mouth. You smile at the contact and press your forehead against his.

Watching him is a marvel. Every muscle honing in on thrusting into you. Poised to make those perfect waves against your body. Expanding and contracting in a way that looks like he’s expending absolutely no effort. He was built for this. For you.

“You’re sure you haven’t done this before?” You ask breathlessly as you run your hands across his chest feeling the hard contours of muscle working so precisely.

He chuckles softly. “Positive. Just doing what feels right.”

“You must have been some kind of sex god in a past life,” you whisper then moan when he hits a particularly sweet spot.

“Nope. Just a scrawny kid from Brooklyn.” You giggle and cling to him. He hits that spot again and you clench around him. “You like that, sweetheart? Is that your soft spot?” You can only moan at the pleasure it’s bringing you. He’s surprisingly vocal which makes you want to be too but you naturally aren’t. No harm in trying

“I like that,” you moan thrusting up to meet his hips. And then you can’t stop his name from tumbling very unceremoniously from your lips as his finger massages your over stimulated clit. “Oh god, Steve,” you moan on the cusp of another orgasm. How many has this supposed virgin pulled out of you? Three? Four? You’re on the verge of tears as it starts to coil tighter.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Steve groans but his thrust never falter.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” you cry as everything releases again. Everything feels limp and tight as your walls flutter around him spastically.

He groans and speeds up his efforts. “I’m close,” he grunts. “One more,” he begs using a hand to direct your gaze to his. “I need you to give me one more.”

“Can’t, Steve. Too much,” you whine and try to press away from him.

Steve shakes his head and rolls you on top of him holding your hips in place. “You can take it,” He grunts as he thrusts up into you. You cry out feeling him impossibly expand inside you and clench. “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me more of that. You doing to good. Just one more.” You moan at his praises and your body reacts on instinct, attempting to hold onto him but he’s far stronger than that. You nails claw at his shoulders, attempting to keep him close but wanting him far far away.

And then it releases.

And he releases.

Oh God does he release. You’re fill to the brim as his seed spills out around his cock and leaves a sticky puddle at your core and on his stomach and you love it. You don’t want him pull out for fear of losing this sensation.

“Baby, you made a mess,” Steve smiles pressing you to sit up so you can lean back on his propped knees.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper sheepishly.

“You’re so beautiful.” You giggle and shake your head sharply. You were probably a mess: make up smudged, hair tousled. He moves you both closer to the nightstand to grab a few tissues to wipe himself off. He flips you down on the bed and finally pulls out of you. You whine but his plants a kiss on your lips to quiet you. “Don’t move.” You nod because there’s very little you can do anyway. You groan as you pull your legs up in your chest and cradle yourself as your muscles readjust.

Steve returns with a warm damp cloth and he gently wipes you down before kissing your forehead.

“Hey handsome,” you smile and meet his lips.

“You feeling alright?”

You sigh and pull him close. He climbs back in the bed on his side and wraps his leg over your hip. You turn to face him and run a hand over his smooth jaw. “I think I’ll be pretty sore in the morning but right now I feel amazing.”

He smiles and kisses you again. “I’m feeling pretty amazing, too.” You grin and press your foreheads together.

“I’m so happy we finally did this.” He hums affirmatively and pulls you closer. “Steve?” He hums again. “Are you hard again?”

“You’re just so perfect and soft,” he argues.

“I’ve created a monster,” you giggle. You untangle his legs from yours and lift yours over his hip to slip him back in your core. “Be gentle,” you instruct. He grips your hip and presses all the way into you. He groans softly and you tuck your head against his neck kissing at the delicate skin there. You suddenly set a goal to find all his delicate spots because you were sure they were few and far between. He grunts softly and the sound does something to you. You clinch around him making him groan from the pressure.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You ask into his neck.

“So perfect,” he groans and thrusts particularly roughly. You cry out and he stops immediately.

“Don’t stop,” you plead. He nods and keeps moving in you and you roll your hips against his. “You’re so big, baby. You make me feel so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Never,” he whispers. You cling to him as he pumps into you. Both of his hands grasp your bottom and he controls your pace.

“So dominant,” you mutter and kiss whatever skin you can reach as you’re bucked against him.

“I like to be in control,” he laughs. “Can you blame me?”

“Of course not, Captain.” He pauses and twitches inside you. “Oh?” you smile. “That did something to you.” It’s not a question.

“I’m not sure. Try it again and see what happens.”

You grin and bite your lip before pulling back to see his face. “Yes, Captain.” You don’t feel the twitch this time because he’s rolled himself on top of you, making waves into you with his hips.

You moan out his name and hook your legs around his hips once again. Who would have thought you’d be back here twice in one evening?

“Oh, God, Steve,” you whine and wrap your arms around his waist. He spanks you suddenly making you gasp.

“What was that?” He asks darkly, cocking his head to the side to watch you.

Once the initial shock wears off, you grin up at him. “Oh, God, Captain,” you purr.

He smirks and presses one of your legs up to your chest to reach deeper into you. “That’s right, sweetheart.” You whine and cling to him. One of his hands reaches to massage one of your breast then tickles you down to your core. A finger circles your clit and your breath hitches.

“I can’t!” You cry. “I’m gonna-“ but as soon as the words exit your mouth, he removes his fingers from your core.

“Not yet. I want to cum with you.” You whine and roll your hips against him, trying to get that friction but he halts your hips and gives you a stern look. You can’t help but smile. How does he switch to that so fast?

“How can I help you, Captain?” You breathe.

“That’s better. Hands and knees, sweetheart.” He pulls out of you making you groan from the lack contact.

“How do you even know about this position?” You ask positioning your backside to him.

“You’ve never looked into my internet history, have you?” Your eyes widen at the comment and the feeling of him suddenly filling you back up.

“Oh, Captain! Right there!” One hand steadies you at your shoulder and the other squeezes your ass roughly. You whine and throw your head back. Steve moves that hand on your shoulder to the back of your neck where he massages your tense muscles.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m getting so close. You’re doing this to me, sweetheart,” he grunts and increases his pace.

“Please touch me, Captain,” You beg. His big hand slides down your spine to play with your clit while the other grips your hip tightly. You whine and claw at the edge of the bed feeling your own fall close upon you.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters firming up his grip on you.

“Yes, Captain! I’m so close.” His thrust get deeper and rougher, the sound of slapping skin echoes through the room punctuated by the occasional grunt and moan.

You cry in unison as you both fall off the edge. You collapse under him, ass up chest flush to the mattress. He slides out of you and caresses your shoulder and hips.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks before lifting you from you contorted spot to cradle you in his strong arms. You nod and bury your face in his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he insists and carries you to the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the bathtub with you cradled in his lap as the water warms kissing your neck and shoulder gently.

“Steve?” You whisper taking his hand. He hums and kisses the back of your hand then your palm. “Stay with me?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He eases into the tub with you pulled against his chest.

You reach up to kiss his cheek. “Our first bath together,” you smile.

“First of many,” he assures you. “Should we make this part of the date night tradition?”

“You destroy me then butter me up by giving me a bath?”

“I did not destroy you,” he chuckles.

“Got pretty fucking close.”

“What’d I tell you about language? And you can handle it. You’re a tough cookie.”

“That’s what every woman wants to hear after having sex: you’re a tough cookie,” you chuckle and sink further into the water.

“I’m sorry. I was born in 1918. What do dames like to be called now?”

You just giggle and fully submerge yourself under the water.

And so began your new routine. You go on an adventure, something you’ve never done before, then try the local cuisine from the next country on your list. Then you go home and share some new study material that you do your best to recreate. And you end the night cradled in each other’s arms after a long bath. It was a new normal that you absolutely loved despite everyone else claiming you were the most vanilla couple in existence. Maybe you were. But you were also “America’s Couple” and America liked vanilla.

Until Steve brought you something that was very not vanilla.

“I’m not telling you ‘no’,” you insist as you walk down the hall toward the kitchen. It was late. You pulled yourselves from Steve’s comfortable bed to get some water. “It’s just a ‘I don’t know who we can ask’.”

“So who gets to decide who we can ask?”

“It should probably be a joint decision.”

“Then what about Sam?”

You your face heats instantly at the thought. “I don’t think he’d be into it.”

“What wouldn’t I be into?” The Falcon himself asked walking out of the kitchen as you walked in.

“Nothing,” you both chirp at the same time.

“We thought everyone would be asleep,” Steve smiles and you nod in agreement.

He glances between you with a lifted brow. “You’re both terrible liars.”

“One of them is incapable of lying,” Tony announces walking into the kitchen. You hear Steve huff out a breath of air. You know full well that he can lie but he gets a terribly guilty look that gives him away every time.

“Mr. America, do you know what your wife did last night?” Tony asks stepping into the kitchen while you slip out of the arm Steve has wrapped around you.

“We’re not married,” Steve denies opening the refrigerator and pulling out two water bottles. You sigh knowing exactly what’s about to happen as Steve cracks one open and hands it to you.

Tony drops a manilla folder on the counter and looks at you. “You wanna tell him?” You close your eyes and run a hand down your face.

“I’m sorry, Tony,” you insist. “He was here and you know I can’t help it. Just don’t bring these people here and it won’t happen.”

“Oh yeah. I’ll just vet everyone who enters my tower. You’re a genius,” Tony throws up his hands.

“Calm down, Tony,” Steve sighs and steps in between you two.

“I am calm,” the genius insists. “Your girlfriend bankrupted Pepper’s main financial backer for her south side revitalization project.”

“Well, now the south side is revitalized,” you insist with a straight face. Tony sighs and rubs his temple. “He stole that money from those people. I gave it back.”

“Look, Robin Hood, no more solo ops. And you,” he points to Steve, “need to put a leash on this thing.”

“It’s hard stop her from doing something she does with her mind,” Steve exhales.

“You’re Captain America. Make an amendment or something.”

Steve sighs again as Tony walks away.

You step in front of your boyfriend. “You’re mad at me?”

“No. Never,” Steve insists. “I’m irritated that Tony knows you live here but still insists on testing you.” You fall into his embrace. The two always had a shaky relationship and you didn’t want to come between it. A snarky thought comes to your head.

“What about Tony?”

Steve pulls away from you to give you a stern look and you can’t help but grin back. “You can’t be serious?” You only giggle and lead him back to his room

Little did you know that relationship was about to get a lot shakier when one James Buchanan Barnes arrived in your otherwise peaceful lives.

Shit really hit the fan. People took sides. People got hurt. And apparently this James Barnes killed Tony’s parents.

Scandalous.

In a matter of days you were kicked out of you New York home, fought the people that had become your family, and ultimately jailed.

All because of Tony’s guilty conscience and hurt feelings.

You were pretty sure you were close to having an aneurism from rolling your eyes so much in such a short span of time.

But your trauma was nothing compared to what your boyfriend was going through. His best friend from seventy years ago was alive and well and being used as a weapon of mass destruction. Steve eventually came for you, of course. He came for all of you. But he was different. Darker. He grew a beard that you still weren’t sure about. He wore darker clothes which you really weren’t sure about. But you offered his now homeless half of the team the empty space in your San Francisco townhouse.

Vision and Wanda took up the basement rental apartment. Sam got the spare room. Natasha came and went but she always had a place on your couch. Clint happily went home and you forced Scott to go home especially because his house was on the other side of the city, thirty minutes away. And James took over your home office.

James insisted that he go back into cryo but Steve wanted him to try to stay out in the world at least for a little while. Just to try it out. If he couldn’t cope, he’d find a solution.

He wasn’t adjusting well in your opinion.

Being the extremely liberal city that San Francisco is, you were virtually untouchable. A sanctuary city . Your neighbors loved having the Avengers next door. And they’d never give you up to the government agents that were constantly looking for you. They would wave as Mr and Mrs America went on their morning jog. Sam volunteered at the local veterans center falling right back into his old position. You forget Wanda and Vision were there most of the time unless you catch them going out for date night or when they come up to ask for a cup of milk or flour.

Everything was great except for one James Buchanan Barnes.

You couldn’t believe this was the same man Steve talked so highly about. He was quiet and moody. And no one was getting any sleep with his regular night terrors. Your neighbors would glare and give him a wide berth but he honestly didn’t go outside too often.

Almost every night at 3am on the dot, he would start screaming and thrashing. He knocked a hole in your wall and you would’ve cried if you didn’t have such a strong hold on your emotions. Steve quickly moved into Bucky’s room leaving you alone at night. He was violent when he woke up; punching, kicking, and the choke holds were the worst. Every few mornings, you’d find Steve in the kitchen holding an ice pack to his face. He’d act like nothing was wrong and kiss you good morning then join you for a jog. You never said anything. This was his best friend. If it was your best friend you’d do the same. But your best friends were all scrawny computer nerds so taking a punch from them would be a lot less traumatic but still you’d do it for them in a heart beat.

But you were so tired of sharing!

Can Bucky watch the movie with us? Can Bucky join us for dinner? I think Bucky would love to come on a hike.

Every request you smiled and nodded and acted like you were happy to have his quiet moody friend come along and stare into space while you tried to have a romantic time. But you never complained. Sometimes you’d stare at him while he stared off in the distance just to see if he’d notice. It was like your own game. Steve never noticed and if James did, he never said anything. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive. In a grungy unwashed way. A hair cut and a shave would work wonders for him but he never wanted to go to the barber with Steve and Sam so no one fought him on it. He’d stay with you, basically alone and stare out a window or at a wall and you’d just ignore him. He didn’t seem like the type to engage first and you certainly weren’t going to talk to him so you actively ignored each other.

“What are you watching?” You almost jumped when the voice interrupted you out of nowhere. You turn to see James, hair in a half bun, frowning at your phone propped on the counter.

“Cooking video,” you answer shortly.

“Are you making something?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to make me ask what you’re making or do you just not want to talk to me?”

You sigh and try to ease the tenseness that suddenly invaded your shoulders. “No. To the second thing. I think. I want to make homestyle potatoes and I’ve never made them before and Steve likes them so I thought I’d try.”

“You got potatoes?” You nod holding up the bag. “I’ll show you.” You cock your head at his offer. “I know how Steve likes ‘em anyway. Just try not to stare too hard,” he smirks and you blink at him stunned.

He did notice.

“I didn’t mean to stare, well, I did but you were staring and-“

He holds up a hand to stop you with an amused look. “It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable,” you say resolutely.

“Like I said, it’s fine. It’s been a while since a pretty girl stared at me.” You stare back at him blankly then remember you’re staring and shake yourself before pulling out all the cooking instruments he’ll need while he raids your spice rack. “What are you making with them?”

“Salmon?” You ask. You’re not sure why you’re asking. Maybe for his approval. Maybe to see if he’d like that, too.

He frowns and opens the refrigerator. “You got a roast in here.” You stare blankly at him. “You should make a roast.”

“Ok.”

And just like that, you’re cooking together. You don’t say much to each other but once the roast is in the oven he pulled you over to show you how make the potatoes. He was very to the point. A nice change from the food bloggers who had to explain the first time they had the potatoes and talk about their trip to Ireland and how many different ways you can cook this dish and end up with the exact same results.

“That’s all there is to it. Leave it like this for ten minutes then stir and put a lid on it.”

You nod and he starts to walk away.

“Everything should be ready in, like, thirty minutes.” You call after him. He waves a hand behind him and goes on to the living room.

Steve and Sam return, freshly lined up, ears lowered, and grinning. “Hey, handsome men,” you greet with a smile and give them both a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re in a good mood,” Steve laughs and pulls you close.

“James helped me cook.”

“There’s food?” Sam grins and walks straight to the kitchen.

“Bucky helped you cook?” Steve asks with a grin.

You contemplate his face. “Did you put him up to that?”

Steve holds up his hands innocently. “I promise I didn’t. He did mention he wanted to get to know you better.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but accept his explanation. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.”

You nod. “Hurry back.”

It was your date night after all. With Sam and James. Of course.

After your normal shared bath, Steve went to James’ room and you curled into your bed all by yourself. It still smelled like Steve from your exploits less than an hour ago. Normally this helped but tonight your mind was racing.

You find yourself staring out the window at the ocean and the near by Golden Gate Bridge. “He’s rubbing off on me,” you mutter to yourself after shaking your head and pulling out your phone to find something to distract you.

‘Not this again’

You’re back in that cell surrounded by information on inmates that have committed far worse crimes than you. Vivid images of mass murders, terrorist attacks, and genocides fill your mind and you can’t make it stop. You constantly find yourself falling down rabbit holes of crime and waking up crying. This time it was yet another man Tony wronged somehow. That list was endless and it just added to your anger against him. But this one was different. It wasn’t factual which is how you know its a dream.

You’re stuck until it plays out; the rational computer part of your brain that normally controls your waking hours reminds you of this over and over but the human part is terrified. No amount of rationalizing could convince it to calm down.

And of course you wake up alone. Drenched in sweat. Confused. Why are you alone? You haven’t slept alone in over a year.

“Steve!” You call before your logical brain reboots.

He’s with James. If he’s not there with James, James wakes up screaming, and your neighbors get mad.

You instantly regret calling for him because you know he’ll hear you and come running.

And the door opens confirming your prediction. Damn super soldier serum.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He takes one look at you before crossing the room to pull you into his arms. You must look like a wreck because this response is a little excessive. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“It was just a nightmare. I didn’t mean to call you,” you whisper but accept the closeness.

“Tell me about it?” He asks tucking your head under his to pull you closer. You shake your head sharply not wanting to burden him with it and he chuckles. “You’re so much like Bucky its ridiculous. Tell me what happened. That’s an order.”

You purse your lips and push away to watch him. He’s got his Captain America face on compelling you to spill your guts.

“I was back in that prison and this man was trying to kill Tony and Tony almost died but that happens to him a lot but he really died in the dream and this guy got his suit and dismantled the Stark Corporation before I got a chance to.”

“That is a nightmare. There’s only one Robin Hood and its you, sweetheart.” You smile and snuggle into him. “Just don’t kill Tony.”

“You know I could never. Though disabling his suit requires almost no effort.”

“It’s too late for ‘what ifs’. You need sleep.”

“So do you,” you sigh and run your hand across his scruff. He meets your eyes in the dim moonlit room. You lift yourself to meet his lips and he kisses you back earnestly, hands roaming to your hips to make you straddle his lap. You pull away and press you forehead against his. “I miss you.”

“You never said anything.”

“Because he’s your best friend and you love him.”

“I love you, too.”

“He needs you more than I do.”

Steve sighs and runs his hands up and down your sides feeling you for what feels like the first time in months. “When did you get so muscular?” He smirks.

“Spending too much time at the gym working out my frustration.” He quirks and eyebrow at you.

“We haven’t had a proper date night in so long,” he sighs.

“I’m getting tired of vanilla sex, Steve.”

“Well, you told me ‘no’ so I’m having a hard time finding a new kink.”

“I didn’t tell you ‘no’! I told we have to agree on someone.” He hums dubiously giving you a face. “It’s not like either of us have been looking.” He runs a hand up you spine and back down.

And then the screaming starts.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Steve apologies as you climb off his lap.

“Can I come, too?”

“What?”

“Maybe I can help? If anything, I’m sure he’s sick of talking to you all night.” Steve can’t help but chuckle and extends his hand for you to follow him.

You enter the room to see the dark soldier trashing around his makeshift bed on the floor next to the futon you brought from Ikea just for him.

“Bucky!” Steve hisses. He was much quieter than the screams James was emitting but you knew the serum running through their veins enabled him to hear it just fine. “Bucky! You have to wake up! It’s just a dream. Wake u-“ before the words escape his lips, James’ metal arm shoots out to wrap around Steve’s neck. Steve sucks in a deep breath as your hands fly to your mouth. But you notice James’ eyes are wide open registering everything going on and he immediately lets go.

“What did I tell you about attacking with the metal arm first?” Steve whispers massaging his neck.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Steve,” James exhales harshly. “You ok?”
“I’ll survive,” he sighs and sits on the futon. “Want to talk about it?”

James’ eyes fall on you now that you’re visible to him. “Hi,” you smile.

“Did I interrupt something?” James asks glancing at Steve.

“No, of course not,” Steve yawns and kicks back across the futon, making himself comfortable. “They were passing out nightmares tonight apparently,” he jokes.

“You wanna talk about?” James asks you. You shake your head making him chuckle. “What brings you to my dungeon?”

“Steve said you wanted to get to know me. What better time than now?” You smirk.

“Sit down. You’re making me nervous,” James sighs and leans back against the wall.

Today was the most you’re ever spoken to him despite living with him for over a month. You sit next to Steve on the opposite side of the futon from James.

“What do you want to know, James?”

“Bucky, please.”

“What do you want to know, Bucky?” You correct.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Black.”

“That’s a shade. Not a color.”

“Grey then.”

He sighs. “You know ROYGBIV? Which one of those do you like?”

“I like all of them equally.”

“Is she always this irritating?”

“She’s analytical,” Steve mutters and rolls over to face the wall making himself comfortable.

“Analytical, huh?” He stops and thinks for a moment. “Which color is most useful?”

Oh? That’s a good question. “Red, yellow, and blue.”

“Pick one.”

“No. You pick one.”

“Red.”

“That was easy.”

“I’m not scared of offending colors.” You giggle at his comment and lay on your stomach across Steve’s hips to face him.

“What else you got?”

“What do you do?”

“Like power wise?”

“Nah, Steve told me all about that. What do you do that you can afford a home on the water with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge?”

“I develop apps. Well, I did before. Do you know what apps are?”

“I was in service for the past seventy years. Yes, I know what apps are. Did you design a game or something?”

“No. I’m in internet security.” He lifts an eyebrow at that and turns to watch you.

“You don’t seem like the type.”

You just shrug. “I still own all the rights and licenses so I can afford a pretty comfortable life.”

“Tony must hate you.”

“He does. But I think we’re all on his shit list right now.”

“Language,” Steve warns.

“But Bucky got to,” you whine.

“He’s older.” You roll your eyes before giving him a smack on the butt. “Don’t make me send you back to your room.” Bucky grins at you.

“What drew you to this punk?” Bucky asks. “Besides the obvious. You do know he used to be five nothing.”

“I do,” you smile. “When I joined the Avengers, there was kind of a divide when it came to me. I was a technological nightmare and everyone thought I’d be in their personal business. But Steve always stood up for me. He always understood that I couldn’t let an injustice get away if I could help it. Tony wanted to keep an eye on me because he thinks I’m a threat. Steve wanted me because he thought I’d be genuinely helpful.”

“And because he likes your butt,” Bucky smirks.

“Stevie,” you gasp playfully. He reaches up to squeeze the object in question making you scramble off of him.

“You’ve got a nice butt. He should like it.”

“Bucky,” you exhale whipping your head around to face him but he’s just got this knowing smirk on his face that you can’t help but smile back at.

“He’d be a hundred year old virgin if it wasn’t for you.” You giggle laying on your side to face your conversation companion.

“I’m sure he would’ve found someone.”

“You’re good for him.”

“You are, too,” you whisper. Bucky gives you a sad smile. “He told me how you took care of him after his parents died. He’s repaying the favor. Let him.” Bucky nods and slumps down into his makeshift pallet while you cover your mouth to yawn and scoot closer to your boyfriend.

“You should get some sleep, doll,” Bucky insists and pulls the forgotten blanket over your shoulder. You nod and turn over to spoon Steve who long since fell asleep.

“Who said you could call me ‘doll’?” You mutter into Steve’s shoulder.

“I call all the beautiful dames with nice butts ‘doll’.”

“You could build a house with all the brick I got,” you mumble sleepily only to hear Bucky chuckle. You smile and snuggle closer into Steve’s warmth before falling asleep.

You catch up to Steve and Sam during your morning jog the next day completely out of breath as usual. Steve stretches on front of your stoop as if he hasn’t even broken a sweat while Sam is sprawled out on the steps gasping for air. Why do you two insist on trying to keep up with him?

“Finally made it?” Sam breathes as if he didn’t finish just a couple minutes ahead of you.

“Shut up,” you bark and slump against the stair rail. Steve steps around both of you for the door and you practically crawl up the steps after him

“Come on. Team work makes the dream work,” Sam sighs and wraps your arm over his shoulders so you can help each other into the house.

“Good run today,” Steve grins and places a bottle of water in front of both of you once you reach the kitchen.

“Yeah. Great,” Sam huffs and snatches his bottle and drinking half of it before stumbling up the stairs.

“I don’t know why you two insist on keeping up with me,” he sighs and lifts you onto one of the bar stools and pressing himself between your legs.

“Pride,” you exhale and take a sip of water making him laugh. “Hey, I was thinking.”

“You do that a lot,” Steve chuckles and rubs his thumbs along your sides tickling you.

You swat his arm softly before continuing. “What about Bucky?”

He wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“I think he’s still a little too volatile for that, sweetheart.”

“He seems perfectly well adjusted while he’s awake,” you argue.

Steve sighs and rubs his hands across your lower back. “If you can get him to agree to it, I’d love to share you with Bucky.”

You smile and kiss the center of his collar bone. “He just needs a gentle touch,” you assure the blond.

He hums and buries his face in your hair. “I could use a gentle touch, too.”

“Oh, could you?” You smirk as he bends to kiss you. He hums affirmatively and lifts you to carry you up to your room.

You spend the night with Steve in Bucky’s room. It’s a wonder he sleeps on the floor because this futon is probably less than half a step above just curling up on the floor. You bring your memory foam pillows and have Steve tote your weighted blanket as he trails behind you.

“You’re back,” Bucky smirks when he sees you.

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“She brought her whole bed room with her so you better not mind,” Steve smiles and drops the weighed blanket on the futon with a thud.

“What are you watching?” You ask crawling across the makeshift bed to see what Bucky’s playing on his tablet.

“News,” both Bucky and Steve reply at the same time. So this is a ritual? You frown as the other half of the Avengers preform some death defying feats at the command of the government.

“You like murder mysteries? You like makeup? You like Mondays?”

“What?” Bucky mutters as you pull the tablet out of his hand and find a video that fits just that. “This is what you watch?” Bucky asks as you place the tablet back in his hands as a woman starts talking about a serial killer from the ‘90s while applying foundation.

“The news is sad,” you explain and make yourself comfortable so you can see the video, too. “This is sad, too, but at least you get to watch pretty makeup.” Bucky chuckles and leans closer to you while Steve wraps himself around you. You know he’s asleep as soon as he gets comfortable, spooning you from behind, legs tangled in yours. You smile at his closeness and wonder what Bucky is like to sleep next to.

“Is he always this tired?” Bucky asks glancing up at the man behind you.

“He’s been through a lot lately. I think it’s catching up to him. And he’s old,” you giggle.

“I’m old, too. You don’t see me falling asleep as soon as I lay down.”

“Because you’re not comfortable,” you insist and take the tablet from him to click on another video.

“I’m fine,” he grunts in a very ‘I’m not fine’ way. You both fall asleep shortly afterwards.

Groans wake you up. You feel Steve’s strong embrace from behind you. You wench your eyes open unwillingly to see Bucky writhing on the floor next to you. You sigh and move to wake up Steve. He’s not screaming yet, though.

You crane your neck to see the clock on the wall. 2:58. Okay. You steal yourself to try something new. You slide a hand out of the blanket and touch his arm softly. He stills.

You reach further down, sliding your hand down his arm until you reach his hand. “Please don’t throw me,” you whisper as you tangle your fingers in his, prying open his fist. “Please don’t break my hand. Please don’t rip off my arm.” You continue to chant pleas against any possible violence but he stays still under your touch.

Then his fingers grip around yours.

“Please don’t throw me! Please don’t break my hand! Please don’t rip off my arm!” You hiss squeezing your eyes shut preparing for the worst.

“You’re a bold little thing, doll,” he rasps.

“You’re awake?”

He groans and turns over to face you, never releasing your hand. “I won’t rip off your arm. Promise.” You smile and rub the back of his hand with your thumb. “I might throw across the room to teach you a lesson in self preservation,” he smirks making you giggle. “Keep this pretty little hand somewhere safe so Steve can put a ring on it one day.”

“It is somewhere safe,” you smile glancing at its place in his hand. He smiles back at you. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can I keep this?” He asks squeezing your hand. You nod and scoot closer to the edge of the bed.

You woke up with a stiff shoulder but it was worth it.

You find yourself staring at another recipe on date night. Sam and Steve were at the gym, dating each other, while you slaved away to make another one of your boyfriend’s favorite meals.

“More makeup and murders?” A voice asks from behind you making you jump. You spin to see Bucky leaning against the counter. How does he move so quietly?

“No,” you whisper clutching your heart.

“Don’t want to talk to me again?” He smirks.

“No. I’m making baked macaroni because Steve likes it but I’ve never made it before.”

“This again?” You smile sheepishly up at him. “You got macaroni? You got cheese?” You nod holding up the two ingredients. “I’ll handle that. What are you making with it?”

“Shrimp?” You ask. He rolls his eyes and opens the refrigerator.

“You got chicken in here.” He glances back at you but you’re staring at his butt through his black sweat pants. “Make some chicken, doll.” You nod and take the chicken he hands you. You prep that and place it in the oven and wait for Bucky’s instructions on baked macaroni.

“This one is easy. It’s like lasagna. You ever made lasagna?” You shake your head ‘no’. “What do you make?”

“Fish and rice and vegetables. I’m not much of a carb eater.”

“Such a 21st century dame. Come here.” He lifts you with his metal arm and places you on the counter next to him. You watch him prep intently, eyes traveling up his large arms every once in a while to watch how he biceps fill his tight t shirt. You have to shake yourself and focus a couple of times.

Just as he’s putting on the final touches, Steve and Sam walk in. Sam still looks like he’s been through the ringer of your boyfriend’s grueling workout while Steve looks like he just frolicked through a field of flowers. Probably because of the flowers he was holding.

“Welcome home,” you smile and accept the bouquet he hands you. “Did you two have fun?”

“Fun is one word for it,” Sam grumbles and trudges upstairs.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” you call after him.

“You got Bucky in the kitchen again?” Steve asks standing between your spread legs and gripping your hips.

“He’s helping,” you explain.

“Your definition of helping might need some tweaking, sweetheart,” Steve smirks and places a quick kiss on your lips. “Thank you for taking care of her, Buck.”

“We’re taking care of each other,” the brunett smirks and lifts a pinch of shredded cheese for you to eat. You open your mouth for him to feed you. He drops the cheese in your mouth, hand hesitating just long enough for you to lick the tip of his finger before pulling to whole thing in your mouth to suck the remnants of cheese off of it.

Steve smirks at you then at Bucky before you release his finger. “I’m gonna go shower,” he mutters before kissing you softly but your gaze hasn’t left Bucky’s stunned one.

“Okay, baby,” you mutter and accept his kiss.

“Keep an eye on her, will ya, Buck?” Steve calls over his shoulder and heads up the steps.

“What was that?” Bucky frowns as soon as Steve is out of ear shot.

“What was what?” You feign innocence. “Doesn’t that need to get in the oven?” You point at the casserole dish he just finished preparing.

“Fuck that. What’d you do that for? And why was Steve so cool with it?”

“Language,” you mutter and take some more cheese from the bag. “Come here.” You tug his arm so his standing where Steve just was in front of you, between your legs. You squeeze your knees around his hips holding him there but not trapping him. He can leave whenever he wants. “Here.” You hold up the cheese for him but his frown only deepens. “Come on, Bucky. Use that super brain of yours. You know exactly what’s going on.”

He bites his lip before opening his mouth to speak. “Steve is cool with this?”

“He suggested it. But I suggested you and you should’ve seen how happy he was.” Bucky glances away from you towards the dining area behind you and, probably, out the window. “What are you thinking about?”

He works his jaw and it’s one on the most attractive things you’ve seen this man do. “Is this a one time thing?”

“No.”

“Are you gonna make me ask what it is?” He asks irritably.

“It’s a relationship.”

“Between three people?”

“Between three people,” you confirm.

He works his jaw again, still not looking at you but you feel yourself clench. “I’ll think about it,” he finally mutters. The computer part of your brain nods but the human part wants a better answer than that. As if he reads your thoughts, he lifts your hand and sucks the shredded cheese out of your fingers. “You’re still gonna sleep over tonight.” It’s not a question. “I’ve gotten the best night’s sleep in almost a century with you.” You smile sheepishly and he turns to put the macaroni in the oven.

Steve destroys you that night. You can barely walk before your cuddling soak in the tub and your legs are jelly after it. He carries you bridal style down to Bucky’s room while you kiss and nip at his neck the entire time.

“Did she hurt herself?” Bucky asks tugging back your weighted blanket as Steve tucks you in.

You look at each other and share a laugh. “No. I did all that damage.”

“I didn’t need to know that,” Bucky groans and rest his head on his arms on the edge of the futon. You run your hand down his face, scratching lightly at the scruff on his cheeks. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes.

“She’ll probably fall asleep on us,” Steve sighs and pulls you into an embrace.

“She told me what you wanted. Us?”

“Yeah?”

“I told her I’d think about it.”

“What’s to think about, Buck?”

“He doesn’t want to get hurt,” you sigh and take his hand before snuggling up against Steve.

“Your computer brain tell you that?” Bucky scoffs but rubs circles into the back of your hand anyway.

“Didn’t need it to. I’m going to sleep.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Steve kisses your temple and pulls you tighter to him.

“You suggested this?” Bucky asks letting you get comfortable before laying down attempting to keep your hand in an optimal position.

“Yeah. After everything I’ve been through, I want some back up with her. Just to know she’s being taken care of if I can’t be there.”

Bucky hums and you feel his metal hand brush down your face. “You don’t think she can take care of herself?”

“Of course she can. But she needs someone in her corner. She gets a lot of flack for what she does. There’s a very thin line to cross for her to go rogue.”

“You think she would?”

“No. Not on her own. I’m just scared that someone might push her.”

“Enough,” you mutter. “I’m right here.”

“Well, you need to hear it,” Steve sighs.

You only grumble and attempt to turn over but your arm is trapped. “My shoulder hurts,” you whine. “Bucky, just come up here!”

“There’s no way I’m going to fit with you two, doll,” Bucky chuckles at the fit you’re throwing.

“Then let’s go to my room. Please.” You frown at the brunett, sitting up slightly so you’re above him.

“You heard the woman, Buck. We’re changing locations,” Steve grins and lifts you up. Bucky only stares at both of you as if you’d each grown an extra head.

“My blankie,” you whine, grabbing at the ornate weighted blanket left on the futon.

“Alright. I got it. Take her, will you?” Steve asks holding you out for his best friend. Bucky continues to glare between you two

“Bucky,” you mutter looking at him with wide eyes.

“Okay,” he sighs and gets up. He holds you like a child with his metal arm and grabs your pillow with the other.

“She’s more human when she’s tired,” Steve smiles. “Why don’t you ask her her favorite color now?”

Bucky steps into the hallway ahead of Steve and you tuck you head against his shoulder. “Alright, doll, what’s your favorite color?”

“Purple,” you answer with zero hesitation.

“Purple, huh? Explains why your office is lavender.” He’s quite as he reaches the top floor landing and opens the door. Steve isn’t right behind him so he closes it to a crack and sits on the side of the bed with you still cradled to him. “Why him?”

“He was the only one to see the human in me.”

Bucky stays quiet for a moment pulling you tighter against him. “Why me?”

“You’re the only one who treats me like a person.” He hums and you glance up at him. Then his lips and back at his eyes.

“Doll, can I kiss you?” You nod but instead of leaning in he looks up at the figure in the door way. “Stevie, can I kiss her?”

“I trust you,” Steve smiles and sits next to you.

You look back at Bucky and he brushes his nose against yours, tilting your head back to the perfect angle for your lips to meet. His kiss is all calm, minty, relaxing. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. Deeper. His hand massages the back of your neck while you lift yourself to straddle his lap. He holds you right against him, hand rubbing along your sides, lifting your thin nightshirt just enough that he can graze your bare skin. You gasp as a third hand comes to rest on your lower back, pressing you closer to the man whose lap you’re on.

“Her lips are so soft, huh Buck?” Steve whispers. You feel his other hand pull back the collar of your shirt so he can kiss your shoulder and neck. “They feel amazing wrapped around your dick.”

“Language, Stevie,” both you and Bucky reprimand at the same time. You pull back and smile at the man currently holding you. He tickles your sides making you giggle then fail to hold back a yawn.

“I’ll have to hold you to that. You’re exhausted, doll.” You nod and crawl out of his lap to plant a kiss on Steve’s lips before crawling up the blankets. You reach to grab Bucky’s hand to spoon him while Steve curls up behind you.

“Comfortable?” You ask the brunett, tangling your fingers with his.

“Yeah,” he whispers and snuggles into your embrace. You can’t help but smile as the big man curls into you like a child.

“Goodnight, Bucky. Goodnight, Steve.”

“‘Night, doll.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“You two seriously only have sex on Fridays?” Bucky asks as you roll out of bed Friday morning, already excited about tonight. You’ve been fending off Bucky’s advances all week for the sake of tradition. Steve claimed you were torturing him but you had a routine and you didn’t like breaking routines.

“Penetrative sex,” you clarify as you bend down to kiss the man still curled in the bed, unable to keep the smile off your lips. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you close, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

“So I could’ve been fucking that cute little mouth of yours all this time?” Bucky smirks and nips at your bottom lip.

“Let her go. We have to go running,” Steve grins as he steps out of the bathroom.

“It’s finally Friday. I’ve been waiting all week for a piece of this girl,” Bucky argues holding you tighter.

“She likes her routine,” Steve insists. “Come running with us.”

Bucky groans and falls back in the bed. “Come on, Buck. It’ll be fun. Sam and I try to keep up with Stevie and fail miserably,” you giggle as if it's the highlight of the morning.

Bucky hides his face in the pillow beneath his head. “How about I have some breakfast waiting for you three when you get back?”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve grins. “Come on, Sweetheart. Go get ready.” You sigh and pull away from Bucky, leaving one last kiss on his lips.

You return to a huge spread of breakfast food in the kitchen that even Wanda couldn’t pass up and dragged Vision along with her.

“Now there’s a man that can give you a run for your money, Cap,” Sam smirks gesturing to Vision.

“I’d pay to see that,” you smirk in agreement. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Right here, doll,” the Brunett grins carrying the nice plates to the table.

“It looks amazing. Thank you!” You kiss his cheek tangling your fingers with his. “We’ll be back down in a second.” Steve throws you over his shoulder and spanks you on his way up the stairs.

“Stop teasing that man,” he commands over your startled screams.

“I’m not teasing anyone,” You insist as he drops you on the bed. Steve bends down to kiss you.

“You can do whatever you want to him tonight but he’s going to retaliate if you don’t stop.”

“Is that a promise?” You bite your bottom lip watching as your boyfriend pulls off his sweaty shirt. Christ, that body!

“Trouble with a capital T,” Steve mutters and disappears into the bathroom.

“Alright, doll face, which one of the punk’s favorite meals are we making today?” Bucky asks while you clean up the kitchen after breakfast. You place another dish on the drying rack when a pair of arms trap you at the sink. You bite your lip and pick up another dish, scrubbing the debris from it before wiping it off one last time and rinsing it.

“Actually,” you whisper, “I was hoping to make something you like tonight.”

He hums and steps closer, his chest pressing against your back, the vibrations tingling through you from your toes to the back of your neck. His chin rests on top of head as his hands leave the counter and find your stomach. “And what do you think is my favorite dish?”

“Well, I’ve asked Steve about it.”

“Oh? You got inside insider information.”

You nod with a smile. “I have my sources. So, you don’t get to help.”

“What?”

“It has to be a surprise.”

“I don’t want it to be a surprise. I want to cook with you.” You spin in his grasp and see the actual pout on his face.

“You really want to cook with me?”

He nods. “I want you to put on one of those cute little aprons with nothing under it while I show you exactly how I like my food.”

You giggle and reach up to kiss him. “Should I get Steve to take Sam on a date?”

“Actually, Sam’s going to be at the Vet center all day,” Steve announces stepping into the kitchen with a few more plates.

“So we have the house to ourselves?” You ask pulling off your gloves and laying them on the edge of the sink so you can wrap your arms around Bucky’s shoulders.

“Yup. They’re having some kind of community event. He’ll be home late.”

You light up and glance between your two men. “You mean we’re actually going to have a real date night?”

“Looks like it, sweetheart,” Steve grins. “And I believe Bucky made a request. Hop to it.”

“Yes, Captain,” you purr and rush upstairs.

“Captain?” You hear Bucky question but you don’t hear the rest, you’re too excited to have your men all to yourself for the evening.

Steve’s really into role play so you’ve amassed a bit of a costume collection since dating him. You pull the frilly white apron from your Little Red Riding Hood costume and tie it around your naked body. A bit of make up and a little hair tousling and-

Oh! You snag those red stilettos Steve loves just to add a little something and head back down stairs.

Steve is perched on a bar stool while Bucky leans over the counter talking quietly so he’s the first to see you.

“Shit, doll,” Bucky breathes standing up straight.

“Language, Buck,” you and Steve laugh at the same time.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Steve sighs pulling you close for a soft kiss. “Now, get in that kitchen and make me something,” he commands, swatting your ass.

“Yes, Captain,” you giggle and join Bucky in the kitchen.

“What are we making, doll?” Bucky asks pulling you close, both hands cupping your ass making your core clench from his touch.

“Well, I was going to start with some homemade ravioli with steak.” Your fingers reach up to cup his cheeks as you struggle to think straight.

“Good start,” Bucky grins.

“And Steve said you love dessert-“

“Best part of the meal.”

“So was thinking a homemade apple pie.”

“Ambitious,” Bucky whistles. “Good thing we have all day.”

“You don’t trust my cooking abilities?” You frown.

“I’ve seen you cook first hand. You’re gonna need all the help you can get,” he chuckles. You huff and attempt to wiggle out of his grip but Bucky’s metal hand finds your jaw directing your gaze toward him. “Thank you for this, doll. It all sounds delicious.” You smile and reach up to kiss him. You go to find the pie ingredients first while Bucky preheats the oven.

“Stevie,” you smile up at the blond, “you gonna help, too?”

“Nah, I’ll just be in the way.”

“Not a question, punk.” Bucky smirks and drops a bag of Granny Smith apples in front of him. “Get to chopping.”

Steve groans and mutters a soft “jerk” under his breath as you place a knife and cutting board in front of him with a smile.

Both men are so tame while Steve chops apples and Bucky rolls out pie crust while you make the rest of the filling. They watch intently as you create a delicate lattice design on top of the pie before crimping the edges. Bucky brushes on an egg wash and when the oven is nice and hot, you bend over to place it on the center rack earning two sharp inhales from the men behind you.

You stand back up to see two sets of blue eyes staring intently at you. “What?” You whisper fighting the urge to back away as two men of pure muscle gaze at you like hungry predators.

“Do that again,” Steve commands.

“Slower this time,” Bucky mutters.

“Do what again?”

Bucky grabs your hand, pulling your back against him, and bends you over at the hips. “This,” he whispers in your ear. You whimper and brace your hands against the counter.

“Look at that. She’s so beautiful,” you hear Steve whistle.

“The only flower I’ve ever wanted to eat,” Bucky chuckles. You wiggle your hips impatiently at being held in the position and receive a harsh smack from a distinctly metal hand. The force makes you gasp and your core clench, your body instantly showing how much you enjoyed that. “Be still,” the brunett commands switching into Winter Soldier almost as quickly as Steve switches into Captain America.

“She likes that,” Steve comments.

“You’re ruining my routine,” you whine but keep still lest you be punished again. Your feet are unceremoniously kicked apart and you have to use your grip on the counter to keep balance in your heels.

“Who said I’m going to fuck you? I just want to taste you. Be a good girl and let me see what I have to look forward to.”

Bucky falls to his knees behind you holds your hips in place with a cold metal hand while the other plays with your spread lower lips. You bite your lip and moan at his touch. You press back into him but you’re held in place by that unrelenting grip. A finger presses into you and forces a long whine from your mouth. He’s got some big fingers. He shifts positions and sucks your clit into his mouth making you clench around his fingers.

“Oh God, Bucky!” You cry gripping the counter. Your pants fill the quiet and the occasional whine for more escapes your lips.

“Sweetheart, you look absolutely beautiful like that,” Steve compliments. You bite your lip knowing he’s stroking himself to you being eaten out by another man. Bucky adds another finger into you and bends them to make you scream out his name. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show Bucky just how you come undone.”

“Y-yes, Cap-“ you shriek again as Bucky pumps his fingers into you at a punishing speed. “Oh Bucky! I’m gonna-“ He sucks your clit particularly roughly and that coil tightening in your stomach finally springs loose. You cry out as your orgasm rushed through you and pours into Bucky’s waiting mouth. He laps you up as you lose feeling in your legs. They buckle and fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, his face still buried in your core as he begins to work you again.

“No more!” You cry but it’s no use. He’s steadily stroking at that spot he found in you keeping every nerve on edge while you fight another building orgasm. “Please, Bucky. I can’t.”

“You can,” Steve encourages and steps around the counter. His giant raging hard on rests in his large hand, twitching at the sight of your watering lust blown eyes. He smirks and catches your quivering chin in his hand. “Hey, Buck, you want me to keep her pretty little mouth occupied?”

Bucky pulls away long enough to mutter “Please” into you thigh, his stubble making you shutter.

“Open up, sweetheart,” Steve commands. He holds you loosely by the throat so you can drop a hand to allow him between your arms. You wrap mouth around his tip and taste the salty bead of precum waiting there that leaves you moaning at the taste. You lick down his shaft then suck at the sensitive skin all the the way back up to his tip, gathering saliva as you go. You’ve never been able to fully take on Steve’s cock but it never stopped you from trying. Your lips devour his tip once more as one hand pumps at the rest of his length that you can’t reach. Steve grips your hair and neck lightly while you suck him off, moving you at the pace he sets. All the while Bucky is working you like it’s his sole purpose in life. His big fingers pump into you while his tongue expertly circles your clit. You moan around Steve’s dick and from far away you hear him grunt from pleasure. His grunts alway get to you. You clench around Bucky’s fingers as another orgasm rolls through you. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your jaw goes slack. Steve takes full advantage of your prone position and thrusts deeper into you. You attempt to relax your throat until he’s palming himself through the thin skin of your neck.

“Sweetheart, you feel so good,” Steve grunts above you. “Look at you taking on my whole dick. You look so beautiful absolutely ruined between your men.” His praises barely reach you as you struggle to breathe and another orgasm starts to build in your belly. Does that man ever quit? You shouldn’t have teased him so much. “I’m going to cum down your throat, sweetheart. I want you to cum with me. One more time. Let Bucky make you feel so good.” You can’t feel anything but the pressure on you core and, God, was there pressure on your core. You don’t even know if you have one more in you but if you do, the super soldier at your heat can get it out. You feel Bucky remove his fingers from your core, all the while still lapping at it with his tongue, and press those very same fingers to your ass. You can’t help the scream that escapes you around Steve’s cock but it only comes out as a high pitch moan. One of Bucky’s fingers teases your ass hole pulling the most explicit noises out of you. Words that if Steve could hear them, you’d receive a swift spanking from him which only excited you more. You clench and the muscles spasm as you release and Bucky takes that opportunity to press a slick finger into you. The cries get louder and more frantic as you attempt to escape Bucky’s grasp and your final undoing right before you’re almost drowned in cum.

You swallow and swallow and Steve’s dick twitches and gives you a little more leaving you completely full.

Steve gently pulls you from his dick while holding up your upper half. Bucky dislodges himself from your legs using one hand to hold you up and the other to help roll himself off the floor. Steve pulls you to standing but all of your weight is on him unable to balance or keep your legs together. “Sweetheart, you did so good,” Steve coos and kisses your forehead, cheeks, lips, where ever he can reach until you feel another set of arms pick you up bridal style.

“You alright, doll?” Bucky asks, his face completely wet with your essence. You smile weakly and nod, reaching a hand up to pull him closer into a soft kiss. You can taste yourself and he can probably taste Steve and you feel content with that fact for whatever reason. “My strong girl,” Bucky hums when your lips leave his and he presses his forehead against yours. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Your girl,” you repeat and kiss him again.

“Our girl,” Steve smirks pulling you from Bucky’s lips and onto his own.

“What are you, a communist now?” Bucky laughs making you giggle.

“Boys, play nice,” you warn and gesture to be put down. He sets you down while holding you steady. You right your heeled feet on the tile floor but your hips protest against holding you up. You groan as you attempt to fight it but another set of hands lifts you.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles and places you on his hip like like a child. You pout like one, too.

“But what about dinner?” You whine wrapping your arms around his shoulders despite yourself.

“I’ll finish up,” Bucky smiles pulling you into a kiss.

“But it was supposed to be your surprise,” you mutter against his lips.

“I am surprised. Surprised you planned to do all this for me. I love all of it.”

You smile and kiss him again before curling into Steve’s embrace.

Steve moves to the couch in the living room where you still have a view into the kitchen and you can watch as Bucky expertly rolls out pasta dough and chops tomatoes from the comfort of Steve’s lap.

“I feel like this was a long con to trick you into cooking,” you smirk glancing up from your phone when Bucky comes to sit beside you.

“If it was, I appreciate it. It’s nice to focus on something outside of my head,” he mutters and takes your phone. “Food’ll be done in about thirty minutes. You got anymore of those makeup murder mysteries?” You smile and crawl into his lap to find a video. Steve moves closer and rests his head against Bucky’s shoulder, still enthralled by the book in his hand.

You thought what you and Steve had was the perfect relationship but as Bucky slips an arm around your waist and props your cell phone on your thigh while Steve’s hand lazily caresses your hip you realize this is exactly what you need. You look up at Bucky focused on the woman setting up the scene for this weeks murder mystery then at Steve brow furrowed at whatever hijinks the upper east siders were up to and smile yourself before focusing back on the video.

After dinner, Bucky keeps his arms around you while you do dishes, one hand massaging your breast and the other keeping your hips firmly against his, brushing against your sensitive clit every once in a while to keep you as unfocused as possible. He claims that he’s helping by keeping you grinding helplessly against his erection. Steve thinks it’s hilarious as he leans against the counter next to you drying the dishes as you shakily hand them to him.

“Told you he’d retaliate,” Steve smirks as Bucky drags yet another whimper out of you.

“I thought making me cum three times in his mouth was retaliation,” you whine attempting to squirm against his hold but you don’t move an inch in that super soldier grip of his.

“Not anywhere near done with you,” Bucky mutters against your ear before nipping it softly making you moan.

“Did you do your homework for tonight, Buck?” Steve asks catching the plate that you drop before it can hit the floor.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you moan halfway blitzed out from the man behind you.

“I sure did,” you hear Bucky grin.

“Please be gentle,” you beg almost crying at your need to be filled.

“I will be if you behave.” Behaving wasn’t exactly in your wheelhouse.

“You know she doesn’t know the first thing about behaving, Buck,” Steve jokes and directs your face toward him.

“Good thing I’m here to teach her.” Steve pulls you into a searing kiss that almost brings you to tears as you grind against Bucky. “You want me to teach you how to be a good girl?” Bucky whispers against you as you groan into Steve mouth.

“Answer him,” Steve orders pulling away just enough to talk.

“I want to be a good girl for you,” you whine. “Both of you.”

Steve beams down at you like a proud parent but when Bucky turns you in his grip you see the sinister smirk that graces his lips and you’re dripping at the mer hint of what he’s going to do to you.

He tosses you over his should and you’re amazed that this is your second time in this position today.

Bucky unceremoniously tosses you on the bed. There’s little in the way of clothes for them to remove from you so you watch as they unbutton and tug off their shirts. You’re almost salivating at the wall of muscle they create in front of you, squeezing your legs together to stop a puddle from forming where you landed. “You like this, sweetheart?” Steve asks watching your bite your lips as he undoes his trousers.

You nod quickly.

“He asked you a question. Use your words,” Bucky instructs stepping out of his jeans and revealing that huge pulsing cock that was just wedged between your ass cheeks.

“Yes. I want to know what it feels like to be between two men that can physically rip me in half without a second thought,” you answer boldly.

“She is trouble, Stevie.”

“The worst kind.”

“Come here, doll.” You crawl to the edge of the bed and look up at him. He wraps the fingers of his metal hand around your chin holding your face in place. “I did my homework.” He doesn’t let you respond with his grip on your jaw. “I heard you’ve seen it all.” His grip loosens slightly so you can squeak out a quiet ‘yes’ “Well, I’m giving you permission to look into my browser history.” You blink up at him and you mind leaves the room to his tablet discarded on the futon downstairs. News articles, normal research, a SNL video makes you smile, and-oh?

Oh!

“Oh no,” you whisper out loud returning to the room.

“Oh yes,” Bucky grins. “It won’t be all at once. We’ll warm you up,” he promises.

“You knew about this?” You bark at Steve as he sits next to you, one hand massaging the base of your neck.

“Well, I did want a third for a reason. And you apparently want to be ripped in half.”

You glare at both men in turn. “You’re going to get pretty close like that,” you grumble.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“What happened to wanting to be a good girl?” Bucky reminds you. Your glare softens slightly. “Very good, doll,” Bucky coos and releases you.

Steve tugs lightly on the ribbon holding your apron around your waist then again at the one around your neck letting it fall from your body. “Gorgeous,” Steve whispers and kisses your cheek then your jaw and moves behind you to plant kisses on your neck and shoulder. “Tell us what you want tonight.”

You hadn’t forgotten your own homework, either. Tonight was Steve’s long awaited kink come true and Bucky’s was going to require some work. You were the only one left. Bucky sits on the opposite side of you, his arms wrapping around your waist while he rests his head on your shoulder. You bite your nail. This was an open place. No room for embarrassment. When it was just you and Steve, it was a little easier. Your sexual prowess grew together. But Bucky was an unknown. He already proved he knew what he was doing with his mouth. And he knew what he was doing to you pressed against his body while you attempted to clean.

“Come back to us, sweetheart,” Steve begs.

“Do you want to just tell Steve?” Bucky asks seemingly knowing why you were hesitating.

You shake your head sharply. The three of you were a unit now. There was no reason to keep secrets. “Bucky,” you begin at a whisper. He hums indicating he’s listening. “I like being dominated. I want you to tell me what to do. To control me, like Stevie does. What can I call you?”

You feel Steve’s lips quirk up against your skin while Bucky thinks.

“You trust me enough for that?” He asks, his grip around you tightening slightly.

“Yeah, I do,” you nod and intertwine your fingers with his still around your waist.

“You’ll call me sergeant,” he commands.

“Yes, sergeant,” you reply obediently. “How do you want me?”

Bucky smirks and lifts his head to look you in the eye. “I want that pretty little mouth around my cock while Stevie fucks you into submission.”

Bucky stands at the edge of the bed while you kneel in front of him. You run your tongue across your top lip while looking up at the brunett in front of you. He steps closer and you’re practically biting at the bit to get a taste of him. “Is she always this eager?” Bucky asks over you to Steve who’s crawled behind you.

“She’s always challenged herself to take all of me. I think you’re a new challenge.”

“Is he right, doll? Are you going to try and stuff all of me down that throat of yours?”

“Yes, sergeant.”

“Well, get started, doll.” You grin and run your tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, lapping up the bead of precum waiting for you. You flatten your tongue and cover as much of the tip as you can with saliva before closing your mouth around him. He’s slightly shorter than Steve but thicker and fitting your mouth around all that girth was going to be test of determination.

It was a good thing you didn’t give up easily. You wrapped a hand around his base to cover what your mouth couldn't and you heard him groan above you, his fingers palming your scalp and controlling your speed. You moan with pleasure at the feeling of being completely at his mercy as he guides your head along his cock. You feel Steve finally touch you. His big hands splay across your backside as he spreads you open. You still clench almost a year later knowing he can see all of you.

“What a pretty little pussy,” you hear him sigh. “You’re going to love it, Buck.”

“You’re going to let me cum in your girl?” Bucky grits out, biting back a groan.

“Our girl,” he corrects and runs his tip along your slit. “I’m going to get her nice and wet for you.” You gasp as Steve slips into you. Almost chocking on Bucky’s dick as your lips take on a little more of him.

“That’s right doll. Get as much as you can. I wanna cum directly into your belly.” You whine at his dirty talk while Steve starts pumping into you. You try to keep up with your mouth but he’s rutting into you like a man who hasn’t fucked in a year. He knows that’s how you like it; hard and fast. The speed forces you to take in more and more of Bucky until your nose in buried in his pubic hair. Bucky growls at your progress and you feel him twitch in your throat. You’re completely at their mercy now, forced to follow Steve’s grueling pace while Bucky does what he wants with your mouth. Just the idea of it makes you cum.

“Christ, sweetheart!” Steve grunts as he’s forced to slow down from the clamp you’re putting on him. You take advantage of the brief respite gather saliva and pull your mouth almost all the way off Bucky’s dick, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip and marvel at the fact that you took all of this into your mouth.

“Fuck, doll. You’re doing something with that pretty little mouth.” Bucky forces you back down to the base of his dick then almost all the way off, getting all the pleasure that tongue of yours will give him. Then Steve is back at it at full force but now his hand has found your sensitive clit making you cry out.

“Who gave you permission to cum, sweetheart?” Steve asks knowing you have no way to answer. A harsh smack to your ass has you clenching around him. “You don’t cum again until we say so.” You whine around Buck’s dick but Bucky just thrusts into your mouth forcing any complaints to die before it reached your mind.

“Stevie said you like a little extra pressure when you give head.” You hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice and can only imagine what it would feel like to have his hand around your neck and his dick down your throat. His flesh hand wraps around your neck lightly adding just enough pressure. “Shit! I can feel myself fucking you, doll. Fuck,” he groans and rocks his hips in your mouth and you clench around Steve’s dick.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Steve groans, his thrust only becoming more punishing. You claw at the bed attempting to stay upright as you’re attacked from both ends.

“You ready for this, doll face?” Bucky groans and cums spilling into your mouth. Steve isn’t far behind filling you to the brim with his seed as you attempt to swallow everything Bucky gave you. “All of it, doll,” Bucky encourages with hand under your chin as a little spills from your mouth. You gulp down the last of his load before panting to catch your breath. “Such a good girl.” Steve pulls you back him his lap, cock still buried inside you as he kisses your neck and shoulder. Bucky crawls between your legs massaging your clit while you gently ride Steve’s spent but still hard cock.

“You can cum now, sweetheart,” Steve whispers in your ear as Bucky pulls the most needy whimpers from your lips. “That’s it.”

Bucky plants a soft kiss on you lips while you fall apart, moaning into his mouth. Bucky hums in satisfaction before pulling away slightly. “We weren’t too rough with you, were we, doll?” He asks meeting your gaze. You struggle to focus on him as you shake your head no. “Good,” smiles. “Know you’ve still got plenty in there for us.” He pulls away and leave you to curl into Steve’s embrace, clenching around him so nothing spills out.

Bucky returns with a damp towel and wipes away the bit of cum that spilled out of mouth. “Beautiful,” he mutters before kissing you. “Alright, let go.” You release Steve’s dick, lifting slightly to pull him out, and a trail of cum spills out of you. “Christ, Steve. You did get her wet for me,” Bucky grins.

“You should slide right in,” Steve jokes and presses your stomach causing you to leak more of his essence.

“Can’t wait,” Bucky mutters and kisses you softly before crawling into your arms.

“That was amazing,” you exhale and kiss his shoulder and neck.

“I’m so happy we finally did this,” you hear the smile in Steve’s voice mimicking your words from the first time you had sex. You crane your neck to meet his lips. They were being so sweet and giving you a breather in between rounds but they were ready to go. Steve was already hard, pressing against your ass while Bucky was starting to go ridged against your stomach. You grind softly against Steve earning a sharp groan from the blond.

You’d hate to keep them waiting.

“I thought you’d need a break after that,” Steve chuckles and tweaks one of your nipples.

You bite your bottom lip at the stimulation. Bucky takes the other breast into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue before sucking harshly.

“Sergeant, you gonna fuck me with that big cock of yours?”

“You ready for me, doll?” He smiles nipping at the sensitive skin. You whine, pulling him closer, pressing his face into your breasts. “Want me to pump you full of my babies? Fill up that tight little tummy?”

You cock your head and freeze. “But I’m on birth control.”

Steve starts to laugh behind you, pulling you tighter against him, while Bucky snickers into your skin.

“We’re still working on dirty talk, Buck. Play along, sweetheart,” Steve insists through his chuckles. You search your memory stores for something like this. Oh? A breeding kink? It wasn’t something you’d ever paid attention to but if Bucky wanted it...

“Will I ever get use to that?” Bucky asks Steve while he props himself up to watch you.

“Yeah. It’s just a little unsettling when she does it during sex.”

“I’m back,” announce earning their grins. “Okay. Try again,” you prompt Bucky pulling him close once more.

Bucky smirks and meets your gaze, all amusement but the lust is still there. He repeats his words exactly earning a grin from you. “Yes, baby. I want you to keep me big and pregnant so everyone knows I’m yours.”

Bucky’s amusement falls. “She’s good,” he breathes before crushing you with a kiss.

“The best,” Steve chuckles and pulls you into his lap with your back to his chest, spreading your legs to expose you quivering pussy.

“Alright, doll, you sure you’re ready for this?” You nod panting against his lips. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sergeant. I want Steve to fuck my ass while you fill up my pussy.”

“Good girl. Stevie, you ready for her?” Bucky lifts you slightly so you cling to his shoulders and spreads your ass cheeks. You feel Steve’s head prod gently at the tight hole.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, captain,” you exhale trying to keep breathing through the pressure.

“Good job, sweetheart,” Steve groans rocking his hip into you and burying himself deeper. “You’re taking me so well. Almost there,” he grunts and pulls you against his chest, taking your weight from the brunett in front of you. Your moans don’t stop at this new form of fullness. Steve rubs your stomach and you start to relax with the new intrusion. “God, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” You clench at his words and he groans, feeling you tightening around him.

“Bucky,” you pant and reach for him. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, doll,” he assures and kisses you softly. “Fuck, we’re going to ruin you,” he smirks against your lips.

He slides into you and you make him wait to adjust to his girth, pressing a hand to his chest. “You’re so big,” you breathe and rock him into you slowly, testing the limits of your core.

“That’s right, doll. You love being full of two fat dicks. Stirring up your insides. Making sure no other man can satisfy you.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you whisper. He’s finally seated within you and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Steve rubs your lower stomach gently making Bucky groan.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Bucky moans and the sound makes you clench around them both eliciting further moans of satisfaction. Both their hips rock into you in tandem making you cry out and cling to Bucky’s shoulders.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, captaaaah!” You cry as they thrust into you.

“Bet you won’t find her sweet spot, jerk,” Steve goads breathlessly and it just spurs on Bucky’s thrusts, exploring your insides with each rut making you whine out hopelessly.

“I bet I can make her scream first, punk,” Bucky smirks making Steve double his efforts. Their hands roam across your body pinching and squeezing, Steve’s lips press into your shoulder, Bucky’s breaths tickle your ear. It’s all so much.

You cry out and press your nails into Bucky’s skin as he presses into the spot that makes you clench around him. “Found it,” he grins and meets that same standard over and over.

High pitched squeaks come out of you with every thrust.

You moan out his name and grip Steve’s hand that’s playing with your breast. Steve shifts his angle slightly making you scream for him. He emits a satisfied hum and continues to hit that point.

“Oh God,” you wheeze. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on our dicks, sweetheart. I’m so close.”

“I’m right here with you, doll. I’m gonna fill you up.”

You let out a sharp cry at your body releases, spasming around the two dicks in you.

“God! So fucking tight.” They continue to thrust, chasing their own orgasms.

“Milk my cock.”

And they flood you. Both pressing as deep as they can reach starting another release from your body just at the sensation and thought of being completely filled with them.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky groans. “You’re going to make me have to fuck you again.” You groan and pull him against your chest.

“No more,” you breathe.

You see Bucky meet Steve’s gaze over your shoulder. “You can take it, sweetheart.”

“No, really! No more,” you giggle and snuggle into Bucky’s shoulder making them both chuckle. “I think you two have successfully ripped me in half.”

“Then let us take care of you,” Steve mutters and kisses your shoulder. Bucky reaches over to the bed side table and hands him the discarded towel. You feel the cool material meet your backside as he pulled out. All of his essence came spilling out with him and you whine at the loss of fullness.

Steve only hums and turned your face to kiss him. “Going to have to fill that hole more often,” he mutters when you pull away.

Bucky takes the towel and gently dabs at your sensitive pussy after pulling out. “It felt amazing to be completely full,” you whisper.

Bucky smirks at that and leans over you for a gentle kiss. “Won’t be the last time. Promise.”

“Do you want a bath or cuddles?”

“Cuddles,” you decide not wanting to move. Not wanting to disturb the cum still filling you so gloriously. Not yet.

You pull Bucky back into the mess of arms and legs and into a soft kiss. “So, you want a baby?” You ask tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Is that a kink we can fulfill?” Bucky smirks.

“Stevie?” You smile glancing back at your boyfriend.

“Don’t make me tell you two ‘no’,” the blond sighs. “We’re on the run. We’re in hiding. We are not in the position to have a child.”

“What if I was a surrogate?” You suggest excitedly.

“Fuck, Stevie. All the benefits of pregnancy without the kid,” Bucky grins snuggling his face into your neck and making you giggle from his stubble tickling your skin. “Sounds like a dream.”

Steve sighs again. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t fall asleep with all the cum in you.”

“You are no fun at all, Steven,” Bucky laughs. “Come on, doll. Let’s go take a bath without him. Get all soapy and wet. Maybe we can see what else we can slip in you.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you smile and climb out of Steve’s grip. Bucky easily lifts you, cradling you against his chest

“Wait. I want a bath, too,” Steve mutters.

“Come on, baby,” you smile and make grabby hands for him. You spend the next hour squeezed in your tub with two giant men exactly where you want to be for the rest of your life.

Dividers by the amazing FireFly

[midgardianweasley]

Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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[spideyykid]

I’m sorry but Captain America wouldn’t have been a better mentor for Peter in the MCU. Sure- I agree that Peter would have been more torn about the Accords if he had all the information, but Peter’s whole thing is “responsibility over personal self”.

Spider-Man has always been a character riddled with the guilt of a death he could have prevented, and spends his entire life trying to rectify that choice- feeling responsible for the well-being of others. This is reflected in almost every version of Spider-Man, and is shown in his first ever appearance in the MCU:

“When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you.”

Tony’s entire motivation with the accords is responsibility, and Peter’s guilt is directly mirrored with Tony’s- something we see at the start of civil war with that women blaming him for her child’s death. Tony needs to fix- needs to protect, and to him- as flawed as it may be, the accords are a way to do that.

So here we have Peter Parker- a tech genius who creates web shooters out of scraps and was given insane powers at 14 and used them for good instead of becoming popular. He’s a snarky kid whose impulsive and wants to do good so god damn bad but keeps messing up, keeps hurting the ones he loves and becomes too obsessed with a suit that makes him feel invincible.

You’re telling me the best mentor for this kid is Captain America- just because they both are New Yorkers who were given powers? Their motivations are entirely different- and the way they go about doing things don’t match up.

Tony and Peter come from completely different backgrounds, and on the surface level- are different people. When you look at the core of who they are, how they act- why they do the things they do- Tony is the person who can understand Peter in a way the Steve would never be able to.

People like to criticize MCU Peter for being “Iron Man Jr.”- but he isn’t, not at all. He’s not a sidekick, not dependent- the whole point of Homecoming is that Peter doesn’t need Tony’s tech to succeed, nor his permission to be a super hero. Far From Home worked to show us that Peter would never be the next Iron Man- because Iron Man is his own thing, and Peter is Spider-Man- a hero in his own right. Peter is the Legacy- not a copy, and not Iron Man’s legacy, but Tony Stark himself. The most telling and raw way to show that as a concept, and it was sitting right in front of us.

[meggtheegg]

Femininity and Guilt in the MCU

So I started going on a rant in the tags of a post and realized, hey, you can make your own posts on here, so this is a little stream-of-consciousness-y, but here it is.

For a while, it's been tough to pinpoint where my discomfort with the state of the MCU and its fandom comes from. On the surface, it's improved pretty dramatically from its early days, in terms of representation. The Avengers lineup has gone from a bunch of white dudes and one obligatory sexy white woman to an imperfect, but certainly more diverse cast.

And yet...its approach to some of these characters feels really bizarre, to me. And maybe moreso, the response of the fanbase, at large, can be completely baffling.

I saw a TikTok a while back where the person was talking about men (obligatory not all men, but enough to be concerning disclaimer) only being able to like/root for female characters that they could see becoming victimized/sexualized. That's why a common refrain after Captain Marvel came out was "I don't hate her because she's a woman; I like Black Widow/Wanda Maximoff/Gamora/etc." Because those characters were written for the male gaze and shown to be weaker than the men around them in at least one notable way. (ie. Nat being physically overpowered at least once per movie/Wanda messing up in Lagos and losing in the airport fight/Gamora being the "capable" one but also being an explicit victim of Thanos, in more ways than one.)

It stands out as very notable, to me, that most of the guys whose argument was "I can't hate women; I really like Wanda" suddenly switched to "Idk, I just think she'd be more interesting as a villain," the second she was described as the strongest Avenger/more powerful than the Sorcerer Supreme. Not because her character arc in any way points towards villainy (quite the opposite--she is constantly rejecting villainy, at great personal cost) but because her being a villain means that, structurally and story-wise, Dr. Strange has to overpower and defeat her. She cannot be more powerful than him, and if she is, she must be evil and taken down, at all costs. She must ultimately lose, to him.

All this to say that perception of villainhood and victimhood in female characters seems entirely determined by men's ability to overpower them. Captain Marvel is cocky and arrogant and has the skills to back it up, so she's an arrogant bitch. Tony Stark is cocky and arrogant and has the skills to back it up, so he's awesome.

On the flipside of that coin, you have male characters who are not, under any circumstance, allowed to be victims. Bucky Barnes is consistently shown to have been stripped of all agency and humanity, made entirely helpless and unable to make any of his own decisions or disobey any order. And yet, in canon and in the fandom, he is almost always blamed for the actions he was forced to take. Because a man cannot be a victim, to that degree. He can be beaten down and broken and turned into a shell of who he was, sure, but only if he can be blamed for it and have jokes made at his expense (looking at you, fat Thor.)

The version of the Black Widow programming that was used on Yelena is canonically based on the Winter Soldier program, developed with information stolen directly from HYDRA. But Yelena is a woman, so she is a victim. She did nothing wrong. (Which is true. An accurate description of the situation.) Bucky, though, is a man, and a man must be guilty for his actions, so even someone as good and kind as Sam Wilson will constantly crack jokes about him "killing everyone he's ever met," and pretty explicit implications of assault are, at best, brushed over, and at worst, treated as humorous. Because it's so funny to see a man offer another man up to a woman, with promises that he'll be forced to do "anything she wants."

Similarly, male violence can be forgiven, if it's a response to intense negative emotions. Lemar Hoskins can be sacrificed for the sake of John Walker's manpain, and the brutal murder that prompted can immediately be forgiven with one (1) semi-heroic decision, and some quirky banter to show that he's a good guy, now. Tony Stark can repeatedly try to kill Steve and Bucky over his parents' deaths, and that can just be brushed off, especially because he explicitly states that the anger is over his mom. Never mind that she hasn't been mentioned/discussed/given any agency or meaning up to this point. She's a woman who died at the hands of a man who can't have also been a victim because he's a man, so yeah, murder seems pretty justified. It's seen as noble when those things are forgiven, yes (ie. T'Challa not letting Zemo kill himself or Peter sparing Norman Osborn), but if they're not, it's not really a problem, either.

In the MCU, men are allowed to do terrible things because they can't handle negative emotions, in the same way women are immediately (again, rightfully) forgiven for doing terrible things due to any sort of inherent victimhood, on her part. Because that fits into the MCU's view of masculinity and femininity. Men aren't meant to handle emotions well, and women are meant to be overpowered.

Flip that around, though, and you've got Bucky Barnes and Wanda Maximoff, a man who was made a victim and a woman who was overwhelmed with emotion, and both are treated as unforgivable. Because women are supposed to be able to take any and all tragedy on the chin, and men are supposed to be unvictimizable.

When Peter Parker lost everything and everyone, fanboys rejoiced that they finally fixed his character! Because he cannot he a true hero without immense loss and suffering! He cannot prove himself to be responsible or a hero if he has any loved ones or connections! Girl stuff like companionship and emotional support only weakens a man's true capacity for heroism. But when Wanda loses everything and comes into her own identity as a result, she's clearly unstable and must be put down, because she accidentally did some bad stuff in her grief, and she's too powerful to victimize if she lets her emotions get the best of her. So, nevermind that she's consistently chosen to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of doing what's right, the exact same way that Peter does. That can't be a show of goodness or strength, because once a powerful woman starts having visible feelings and doesn't handle them with absolute grace and stability, it must be a slippery slope to monsterhood. With great power comes great responsibility, unless you're a woman, in which case great power is an inherent threat that must be destroyed, as soon as possible.

It seems, in the MCU, there is nothing more virtuous than a man handling emotion as a woman is supposed to, and nothing more shameful than a man being victimized. Likewise, there is nothing more shameful than a woman handling emotion as a man does, and nothing more virtuous or necessary than brutal victimization. And as much as I love this franchise and these characters, that attitude just...leaves kind of an awful taste, in my mouth.

[alittlegiraffe]

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[mirror-reflections-marvel]

for . Open starter prompt . “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

they didn’t want her.

had never wanted her. they only wanted the tech and information that she could provide for the team. Iron Maiden was accepted as a teammate. but the broken genius herself?

UNWANTED.

Toni didn’t stick around after the fight was over, muting comms as she turned to fly back to the tower. she needed a shower, a first aid kit to wrap her left wrist, food and sleep in that order. thankfully there wasn’t any need for her to go down to the main communal floor, since JARVIS made sure the kitchen was always stocked. not that she actually ate much, unlike other members of the Avengers.

{Miss, the usual post mission help has just been sent where it’s needed.}

"Thanks J."

{Also, the Captain isn’t happy that you left and wants to talk.}

she was silent for a few minutes, letting the suit fold back into her watch after stopping on the landing pad. "Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?" her usual snark had been replaced with weariness, feeling too worn out to even attempt dealing with Rogers. at that precise moment in time, a shower and sleep were more important than listening to a man she didn’t even want in the Tower.

but she was Antonia Isa Stark and none of her feelings actually mattered.

JARVIS didn’t answer, simply watching over his creator as she ended up foregoing the shower and fell asleep on her bed. he only gave the briefest of answers to any questions about Toni and kept them away from the penthouse. no-one was going to disturb the sleeping genius unless it was absolutely necessary. neither the Spider or Captain were allowed entry into the penthouse or workshop. Hawkeye and Thor were semi trusted while Dr Banner and oddly enough Director Fury were completely trusted.

sleep wasn’t something that she tended to do often, mainly because of nightmares. no matter what others said, she felt safer sleeping in her workshop where her robotic kids could be found. there was a lesser known reason for her preferred sleeping place and that was safety. years of dealing with Howard’s drunken abuse and her former Godfather’s antics meant that the ‘shop was far safer, even without J controlling his own suit.

exhaustion kept Toni under for a few hours but then she woke suddenly, jolted into wakefulness because of a nightmare featuring space again. her breathing gradually settled into a more stable rhythm after registering JARVIS' words that she was safe in the penthouse. "J, let Bruce know that I’m disappearing for a while please? And warn Director Fury that I’ll send the debrief report to his email in a couple of hours."

{Will do, Miss. Malibu or one of the others?}

"Malibu for now. Everyone thinks it’s been destroyed." Which in fairness, it HAD been destroyed by the Mandarin. But she had rebuilt it on a smaller scale, a fact that only Rhodey was aware of.

{I have started the process to get Dum-E and the others moved. I’ve also ordered food for the house.}

"Thanks kiddo." she answered quietly, thankful that her second son knew her so well. contrary to what people thought, Toni didn’t always dress up when she left and it was easy to slip out of the Tower without anyone knowing she had gone. not a surprise with JARVIS running the place. peace and freedom were what awaited her on the road. at least, until her phone started to sound with calls and text messages. most of which she had zero interest in answering at the moment.

{You might want to call one of the numbers. They sound rather worried, Miss.}

there was a slight tilt of her head at J’s comment since he didn’t mention any names and rang it, keeping her eyes on the road. greetings weren’t her particular strong point so when the call was answered, she didn’t start with hello. "J said to call you."

[haileygarciasunshine]

Midsummer's Day Teaser

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem! Written: September 12th, 2021

Posted: September 12th, 2021

Warning: none

Word count: 676

Author's note: Here's a sneak peak of a Tony WIP, let me know what you think! What do you think will happen in part two? This is part one I suppose🤷‍♀️ I love the 80's & 90’s so be ready for some fics inspired by then.

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Seeing red, your heart began rapidly beating. Gazing around the hallway, you were on a mission to find someone. Passer buyers, skeptically gazed at you making sure to keep their distance from you.

Growling to yourself, you finally found your prey. It took no time at all before you were before him.

“Oh, Y/N.” Steve spoke with widened eyes.

“Why’d you take me off the mission?” You all by snarled. Steam practically blew out of your ears as you clenched your fists.

“Oh. That.” Steve huffed, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. He gazed around the hallway attempting to look anywhere but in front of him where you stood.

“Yeah. That.” You spat through gritted teeth. “So?”

“Look…I didn’t want to…It’s just…”

“Just what?” You questioned crossing your arms along your chest, while raising an eyebrow at him.

“Uh..”

“It’s not Steve’s fault.” Tony’s voice came from slightly down the hall.

Snapping your head in his direction, you scrunched your eyebrows together as all the previously harbored anger melted away.

“Did…Did I do something?” You frowned, dropping your gaze to your shoes.

Tony quickly joined you and Steve. Lifting his hand, he attempted to grasp your shoulder. Flinching away from his touch, you gazed at both men. Each sharing an expression of sorrow.

Letting out a sigh, you shook your head. Before you knew it, your feet carried you to your bedroom not allowing either man to finish explaining to you. Shutting the door, you leaned against it before sliding down to the floor, where you brought your knees to your chest, snaking your arms around your legs. Leaning down, you rested your forehead against your knees. Tears that you hadn’t previously noticed forming began rolling down the plains of your cheeks dripping onto your shirt. Silent sobs wrecked through your body as shook slightly in the process.

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Your heart practically began beating out of your chest, as you drummed your fingers along the steering wheel. The stop light shown a red that was bounced off the nearby surfaces, while illuminating your face.

You had made up your mind and decided you needed to take some time for yourself. Hoping into your car, there was no destination in mind besides the overwhelming need to get out of dodge.

Letting out an impatient huff, you hoped the destination would come and find you along the way. Glancing at the clock it was early morning. The streets where quiet, only cars of those traveling or getting off their night shifts, on the road. Gas stations and 24 hour businesses being the only things open at this hour.

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“Jarvis?” Tony questioned.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

“Never mind.” Tony groaned, placing his elbows on the work table allowing him to rub along his face in frustration.

“May I offer a piece of advice?” Bruce questioned, leaning against the door frame with crossed arms.

Turning in his chair, he crossed his arms along his chest as he nodded quietly signaling for his friend to continue.

“I think you should just tell her how you feel.”

Letting out a huff, he rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t do that, Bruce.”

Raising an eyebrow at Tony, he scoffed. “And why’s that?”

“Because.” He hissed, moving to stand in front of Bruce. “There’s… There’s…” Struggling to find the right words, Tony shook his head dropping his eyes to his shoes.

“Because of the age difference?” Bruce finished for him.

“How did you know?”

“Tony.” Bruce rolled his eyes lifting a corner of his lips. “We’ve been friends for a long time. It would be hard not to know.”

Nodding his head, Tony allowed his shoulder’s to slump slightly.

“Who cares? If you both have the same feelings for one another, why let a silly thing like age stop you?”

Frowning at his words he, glanced up at Bruce eyes holding his emotions.

“Since she’s joined the team…This…This has been the happiest I’ve seen you…Hell, the happiest I’ve seen either of you.” Bruce spoke giving his friend a toothy grin.

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(This post was inspired by a recent post by @kayura-sanada​ that I was going to reblog, but my own addition became so long and, frankly, off-topic to the original post’s content that I figured it was fairer to create my own post. But theOP I’m referring to can be found here and is a good read.)

Okay, so: this is a wonderful analysis of Tony Stark, @kayura-sanada​, and I agree that it’s concerning seeing this written by a psychologist (although I think there has to be a little wiggle room in the fact that said psychologist is basing their diagnosis on their own interpretation, and - I would hope - it would probably change if Tony Stark were a real person who was their patient. I gotta hope that).

I agree with all of your overall points regarding Tony, but I wanted to reblog this specifically because this post is such a perfect example of a larger problem within fandom and fandom wank. The problem is that fictional characters can be interpreted any way you want, sure, but there’s a line between supporting your interpretation with evidence from the source, and supporting your interpretation with stuff you just kinda made up. There is a right and a wrong interpretation. 

Here’s what I saw happen with this post: your response to the OP is lengthy because it dissects the OP bit-by-bit; it responds to the claims made in those bits with evidence from the films that supports a completely opposite interpretation of the character. And the response you got largely ignores all of that evidence and analysis in favor of a surface-deep response about open interpretations and how it’s “all just fiction anyway.”

And I see the same pattern repeat itself over and over in fandom:

“Character A is Trait B and that’s why they do Actions C, D, and E.”

“Actually, character A is more Trait F, and examples of Trait F are shown in Action G, H, and I.”

“Okay, but when they do Action H, they’re responding to Event J, but with Actions C and E, they clearly demonstrate Trait B, along with Trait K and L.”

“Well, but, saying they are/have Trait K is kind of a reach, and when they did Action H it was out of character, because in the same situation in previous films, they responded to Event J in a different way. For example, .....” (long post)

“I’m not reading all of that, it’s open to interpretation, and it’s just fiction anyway.”

Later, rinse, repeat.

And it’s like, look, yes, you can interpret the characters however you want. Fandom is supposed to be a fun, engaging space where fans are inspired to create new works and discuss all aspects of the source. Headcanons exists because of open character interpretation. Shipping exists because of open character interpretation. Rarepairs and alternate universes and ‘there was only one bed!’ and lots of tropes exist because of open character interpretation. 

Without that open freedom to engage with the source/characters in whatever way makes you happy, fandom wouldn’t be what it is, and I would never want to discourage that. 

That all said, it is possible that someone’s interpretation is wrong. That the way they imagine the character or the way they’re interpreting the character’s words and actions is a contrast to what’s really supposed to be going on in the scene or with the overall arc. The wrongness can come from any number of things - interpreation being colored by personal experience, preferences, projection, whatever.

In the case above, the psychiatrist is viewing Tony Stark through a lens of what they already decided the character is: a case of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. They took that lens and picked out (vague) examples of how the character portrays those traits.

This is fine. If that person wants to think Tony is a narcissist and that’s how they want to engage with the character and subsequent works (pretending that this was a meta post instead of a published article), then that’s their prerogative.

But upon closer analysis, the original interpretation kinda falls apart. The contrasting analysis takes a deeper look at the material and says, I don’t think what you’re saying is going on here is actually what’s going on here, and this is why.

But people don’t want to be told they’re wrong, especially in a fandom space, especially with something they hold dear to them (as interpretations can be intensely personal, and I know this). When the two interpretations clash, and one interpretation doesn’t really hold up to closer analysis, then suddenly, being critical of the source equates to disliking the source, and analysis is reduced to people just being negative and wanting to find things wrong with the source. Disagreeing with someone’s interpretation is taken as a personal attack. People get offended personally. The discussion devolves into ugly rhetoric, insults, or simply dismissiveness (”that’s nice but whatever,” “it’s just fiction,” etc).

And you might say, well, if you think someone’s interpretation is wrong, why are you trying to rain on their parade? Why are you trying to prove them wrong? Let people enjoy things! Let people fandom how they want! Let people write and create and be inspired in their own way!

To which I say, absolutely! Please, continue to enjoy the Thing and your interpretation of it. Continue to create through the lens of that interpretation. Create what makes you happy, fandom however you want to. I am a big proponent of “fandom and let fandom.” What other people like and dislike makes very little difference to me, and I’m certainly not under any illusion that everyone must see things the way that I see them or else they are Doing it Wrong. Nor do I take it personally if someone doesn’t agree with my take. 

None of that is my point. My point is that it becomes an issue that splinters and fractures fandom spaces when criticism and discussion are discouraged, when long analysis posts are mocked, when threads are hijacked, when it gets to a point where disagreeing with someone’s take on a Thing cancels them - to you - as a person. Because you miss out. You miss out on discussion, and on engaging with creative fanworks, and widening your fandom circle.

Instead, the circle just narrows, and there’s an underlying sense of hostility that colors every interaction you have. And it makes it not fun for anyone.

People need to be more open to the idea that there is, in fact, a right and a wrong side to most arguments. They need to be willing to defend their argument in a way that holds up and, if they don’t want to defend their interpretation, that’s fine - more power to you - but they need to then stop making fun of and being generally shitty to those who disagree.

People need to stop pretending that analysis and critical thinking don’t matter. They need to stop pretending that “fiction” is this vague concept that has no bearing on the real world and shouldn’t be taken seriously. Fiction shapes our world, and art imitates life. Being unable to think critically about fiction indicates a larger issue of being unable to think critically about the things that do matter in the real world, like science and poltiics. 

Just look at what this country has become. Each side believes it is the correct side, the “winning” side, but one of them is supported with verifiable facts and evidence and one isn’t, and when the one that isn’t is confronted with the fact that they are wrong, they either dismiss the argument entirely or go and find “alternative facts” from unreliable sources they can point to and say, see? A, B, C, D, and E may say I’m wrong, but F says I’m right, so fuck you.

I’m certainly not saying that fandom should be taken as seriously as politics, but I am saying that if people were more amenable to changing their minds or even just recognizing that criticism isn’t an attack and it’s not personal if someone dislikes a Thing that you feel passionate about - or vice versa - then maybe we’d have a better fandom space for all to enjoy. 

And I do try not to be a hypocrite. I am open to changing my mind on positions I’ve taken in fandom - if the analysis and the evidence convince me that there’s another way to look at it. If someone is telling me I’m wrong, and they tell me why it’s wrong (yes, in detail), then I’m more than happy to take a second look. Maybe it will change my mind; maybe it will simply be something I’m cognizant of while I continue to enjoy the material in the way that’s most fun for me. Either way, I’m not trying to hold fandom as a whole to any kind of standard I wouldn’t also expect myself to meet. 

That being said, this post is 90% me venting. Ironically, I don’t expect this to change anyone’s mind. I’m not saying there’s any one solution that will work for everybody or even that everyone sees a problem that needs solving. I’m just saying that I don’t enjoy fandom as much as I used to, and this particular pattern of "wank” (for lack of a better word) is the reason why. 

[scarletdawnxx-blog]

Nightmares: A Bucky Barnes x Reader Story. Chapter 6

Steve loaded the last of your things into the truck you were taking. Stark wanted you to test out a new all electric option, he had decided he wanted to break into the all-electric vehicle game, he didn’t want to be shown up by Elon. Stark was all about going greener nowadays. You hadn’t seen much of Bucky since your date and your heart sank a little. Maybe the feelings weren’t as mutual as you thought. You tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible that you had been looking for him. You couldn’t really think of an excuse to linger any longer.

  “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Steve said, putting the last bag in.

“Don’t say it like that, I’m only three hours away. You won’t get rid of me that easily.” You replied trying to lighten the mood. You would see them all again. They were your family. Nat smiled and gave you a tight hug. You had already said your goodbyes to everyone else. Tony was trying to play it cool but you could tell it was getting to him. He had treated you like you were one of his own, but you knew with the new Parker kid coming on board he would be just fine. Steve came in and gave you a big, crushing hug next. “Steve I can’t breathe,” you gasped out and he laughed. He kissed the top of your head and let you go. He was the big brother you always wanted, but it wasn’t his arms and laugh you were wishing for at that moment.

  “You let us know when you get there safely,” Steve said in a serious voice. You nodded and looked around the garage one last time. You opened the door to the truck and started to get in. He didn’t come to say goodbye. Your eyes met Steve’s and he gave you a sad smile. He knew who you had been looking for. Letting out a breath you climbed in and pulled away watching Steve and Nat get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

  After the drive, you finally pulled up to the address you were given and it wasn’t what you were expecting. It was as if someone had dropped a very large English countryside manor in the middle of upstate New York. You made your way up to the front and were met at the door by Jean, you would know her in an instant, her hair was unforgettable.

  “Hello again Y/N” she greeted you with a smile. “The professor is waiting for you in his study.” She said and ushered you inside. The school was beautiful. Warm and inviting, with so much charm and character. You could tell there was a lot of love and happiness in these halls.

  Jean led you to a large office just off the main stairs. The professor was sitting behind his desk looking over papers. He looked up and smiled at the two of you and you cocked your head a little, catching your first glimpse at the Professor's feelings. Relief. It surprised you since even when you had tried to use them on him you were met with nothing. Completely locked out.

  “Y/N, it is so good to see you again. I hope the drive was pleasant,” he said and wheeled himself from behind the desk.

  “Yes, it was peaceful, you have a beautiful home here,” you replied, trying to make polite conversation.

  “Thank you, this has been in my family for generations. Shall I give you the tour?” he asked and ushered you back into the hall. You nodded and followed. “The first floor is offices and classrooms. You’ll find the kitchen at the far back, dormitories are the second and third upper levels as well as common areas. There is a pool, sports courts, and gymnasium around the grounds as well.” The professor went on as you followed him down the halls, he would point out the occasional tidbit here and there. You followed along and listened as he explained the classes offered. It really was a school for gifted kids and not just for their abilities but intelligence as well. You stopped suddenly when an overwhelming sense of grief hit you. You looked around and saw a young girl sitting in a window seat, staring out into the yard she couldn’t be more than ten or eleven. The professor noticed.

“Ah, that’s Rose. She has been with us for about six months now. She hasn’t spoken since coming here.” He explained and you looked from him back to her. What had happened that made her feel that kind of pain.

  “What happened to her?” You asked quietly.

  “Her powers manifested violently. It left her an orphan. She blames herself. I haven’t been able to reach her.” He said sadly. The poor girl. You approached her gently.

  “Hello Rose, my name is Y/N, can I sit with you?” You asked her and she nodded. You sat across from her and looked out the window as well. You looked back to Rose and focused. Her grief and self-loathing were overwhelming, you wanted to cry and scream out from everything she was feeling. How could she stay so silent with all that inside of her? “It wasn’t your fault.” You whispered to her and she looked at you shocked. “I can help if you want.” You offered up to her with a small smile and gave her a small glimpse of what your power could do, letting it just sweep gently over the grief like a balm. You caught a glimpse of the memory that these feelings were attached to. The utter destruction. Not even knowing what she could do she was powerful. “You didn’t know, couldn’t have known, what was happening. I know you miss them and blame yourself, but it wasn’t you.” You told her, taking her hand in yours. You had said something similar to Bucky and your heart grew sadder. “Don’t let this consume you,” you pleaded with her. Her anger was bubbling to the surface. She believed she needed to be punished. That she deserved to live in her own hell forever and that trying to take that away from her would take away her identity.  You wanted to show her a different way. “You know I have a friend who was a lot like you. He was forced to do terrible things, kill people. He didn’t have a choice but he still felt the guilt of everything that he was forced to do. It was eating him alive. He would have terrible nightmares, do you have nightmares?” You asked her and she only gave you a slight nod. “I could help with that. I could make them stop. Make all of it stop. You will always miss them, but it doesn’t have to hurt.” You told her hoping to get through. She began to cry and you scooted and held her close as she cried and cried. You held her and let her cry, you could feel her heart breaking over and over again as the cries echoed through the empty halls. When she had settled back down you pushed the hair from her face and wiped her tears away. “Would you like me to help?” you asked her again and she nodded. You smiled at her and just as quickly those feelings were gone. The grief, the blame, the pain. You took it all from her. She blinked at you and threw her arms around you in a hug. You smiled and hugged her back.

  “Thank you,” she whispered in your ear.

  “Of course, dear one.” You held her until she let go. “Why don’t you go rinse your face with some cool water. It will make you feel better and get a little rest. I’m going to go talk with the professor and get settled in. Find me later and we can go for a walk?” you asked and she nodded and bounded off.

  “You don’t know what you have done for that girl.” The Professor said.

  “Why have you never tried to use your abilities on her?” you asked wondering why he hasn’t helped her past her grief yet.

  “I have tried reaching her through her mind, she was so lost in her grief I wanted to give her time, see if she could come out of it on her own.” He explained.

  “She is a child, did you not think to try harder, to get her into therapy?” you asked annoyed that he let a child live in that grief for six whole months. The professor didn’t have an answer for that and continued on. You huffed but fell into step beside him. He led you to an elevator that began to take you below the main level. When the doors opened you were once again surprised by what you were seeing. An entire underground complex below the manor house. Here everything was bright and high tech and reminded you of the compound.

  “These levels are restricted to the children. Only those who have been deemed X-Men are allowed on this level. We have training rooms, labs, weapons room, and a hanger for the jet.” He explained as you followed him down the hall until you came to a large round door with an X across it. The professor approached and a retinal scanner activated. The doors opened to reveal a massive round room. A large platform jutting into the center. “This is Cerebro, this is how I found you, how I find more like us.” He said and you followed him in. You were in awe of the cavernous room. Metal panels lined the entire thing and a small control panel sat at the end of the walk way that led to the center. “I know this is all new to you and a lot to take in. It has always been my wish to help those who feel lost and different. Not everyone can always be helped.”  He said sadly and you knew there was more there to dive into but now wasn’t the time. “I hope that you can find the answers you are looking for here, and perhaps help us, as you helped Rose.” You followed him back out of the room and he led you to a lab where you were greeted with a very large blue, something. “This is Doctor Hank McCoy.” The professor introduced and he extended his hand which engulfed your own.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He responded and you smiled and nodded.

“You as well. What are you a doctor of?” you asked, looking around the lab. The doctor was full of curiosity and it made you feel a little like a lab rat.

  “Biochemistry and genetics, I also teach science and mathematics.” He explained. So, he was a super genius. Were all mutants this highly intelligent? You nodded and wrapped your arms around yourself, a habit that made you feel a little more protected from the outside world. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to run some tests on you, when you are ready of course.” Hank continued.

“What kind of tests and why do you need to run them?” you asked, trying not to sound fearful.

  “To get a grasp on the extent of your mutation to better help you and us to understand it and to learn how to harness it.” Hank said with a reassuring smile.

  “Hank has been invaluable in unlocking the secrets to mutation and helping all of us understand ourselves better. It doesn’t have to be right away. Get settled in, take some time, and Hank will be here when you are ready.” The Professor offered.

  “It has already been a long morning. If I could settle in a little, I would love to have a conversation with you Dr. McCoy, this is all just very new and a little overwhelming if I’m honest.” You offered up. It had been a long morning already. You had been on the road by eight in the morning and that was after loading the truck and saying goodbyes.

  “Of course, I will show you to your room Y/N” The professor said and you followed him from the lab. He took you to the third floor from the main level. This was where most of the instructors and so-called X-Men had rooms. Someone had already brought all your things in and your life was just a stack of boxes and bags in an unfamiliar room and all of a sudden the change really set in and a melancholy set into your chest. The professor excused himself and you shut the door finally alone. You sat on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands, the emotions overwhelming you. Right now, your friends and life seemed a world away and not just a few hours. You pulled your phone out and saw messages from Steve and Nat. Steve as always was encouraging and Nat sent pictures of Tony after he had an experiment literally blow up in his face and singed half an eyebrow off. You laughed sadly at the image. You missed them all so much already.

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3245 Warnings: fluff

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira​​ Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 10 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

It was cold. No, that was a massive understatement. It was freezing. It was the type of weather that caused a chill to settle in your bones before you had even stepped outside, and you definitely did not want to be outside. Not when the mere action of standing outside for more than one second caused your face to burn from the frigid winds.

You forgo style, bundling up in the thickest jacket you have with gloves, scarves and a hat. You were sweating under all your layers but it was better than freezing. Thankfully the wine bar you were meeting Wanda at was only a few more frozen steps away.

It’s warm in the small restaurant, packed with people looking to escape the cold just as you were. Wanda waves at you from a table and you questioned how she was even seated before you had shown up, considering the crowd this seemed like the type of place that wants your whole party available before seating.

“The owner is Sokovian,” she smiled, shrugging her shoulders proudly. “And we’re going to order the paprikash.”

There was no arguing with Wanda, though you did choose the other menu item you would be sharing. You liked tapas and sharing so you could have a bit of everything but what you wanted the most right now was some wine.

Time seemed to move by so slowly at the hospital today and you really couldn’t wait to get out. It was Saturday night but only you and Wanda were available to hang out and you didn’t mind that at all, in fact you really wanted to speak with her.

“So I wanted to talk to you…” You took a dramatic pause, taking a sip of wine for courage. “...about Bucky.”

Wanda’s eyes widened with intrigue as she leaned closer, a smile spreading across her face as she was ready to listen.

“That kiss on New Year’s was…”

Her hands shook with glee. “Oh my god I knew it!”

Your face scrunched with confusion. “What do you know?”

“You and Bucky! I knew this would happen. I called it and ahh I’m so excited.”

“Slow down there,” you chuckled, motioning your hands for her to settle down. “Wan, what I’m trying to say is that kiss was incredible.”

“Aaaannnnd?” Her mouth hung open wide with a smile.

“Wanda, this isn’t about Bucky!” Her expression dropped into a frown, she pouted as she took a large sip of wine. “Kissing him was amazing, seriously, he’s a fantastic kisser but kissing him made me realize how much I miss being kissed.”

When you first began college you were casually dating someone, wanting to enjoy life as a young student in New York. Then your world turned upside down. Working full time and going to school left you without a lot of free time and putting yourself out there to meet new people seemed more intimidating the longer you put it off. It was easy to just convince yourself that you didn’t have the time to devote to a relationship and everything was fine up until recently.

Wanda was right in a way, Bucky had a big impact on your life. Your friendship with him led to the larger friend group and soon you began to see things for how they looked on the surface. Everyone was in a relationship except you and Bucky, and you knew his opinions on dating.

Bucky’s kiss sparked so much inside you and ever since you’ve been trying to reconcile the feelings that you can’t let go of, longing and loneliness. Bittersweet thoughts plague your mind as you think about how much of a gentleman Steve is, placing his jacket over Peggy’s shoulders when she was cold, or how Sam knows just the way to get Wanda to burst out with joyful laughter; or Natasha and Clint and how they know each other so well as best friend’s do, their hearts filled to the brim with love.

You wanted all of that but truthfully you would settle for a fraction of affection. Maybe it was time to finally download some apps, go out a bit more and meet someone. It was a scary thought, too scary for the moment, but thankfully the wine helped distract you.

By your second glass you felt nice and cozy with warmth spreading across your cheeks. You eyed the last crostini, staring back at Wanda with a big hopeful expression because it was so delicious. She waved an approval, laughing as you cheered under your breath before grabbing it and taking a bite.

“So you’re going for it?” she asked, nodding to your phone on the table and the visible Tinder logo.

Wiping the corner of your mouth with your napkin first you answered, “Yes? I don’t know. I want to be but...”

Wanda grabbed your phone and tapped on the screen, much to your horror. “Look, there’s no harm in downloading the app, okay? That’s step one, easy. I won’t force you to sign up but you really should.”

“I’m scared Wan. What if no one likes me? What if I don’t have anything to say to someone and can’t hold a conversation? They’ll think I’m as boring as burnt toast and it’s gonna make me shut out the world forever.”

The wine comforted you again as you finished the glass, setting it down on the table and finding Wanda’s sympathetic eyes staring back at you.

“Y/N, you are not boring. You’re developing an organization with Tony freakin’ Stark! You’re a hardworking, kick ass social worker who saves lives– ”

“Wanda I– ”

“Don’t interrupt me while I’m hyping my best friend!” She said firmly while pointing her finger in your face. “You’re the glue to our whole group of friends. You’re an amazing, talented, beautiful, kind person and anyone that doesn’t see that isn't worth your time.”

Your lips had slowly pulled into a smile the more she went on. Leave it to Wanda to always have your back and know just what to say.

“Love you Wan, thank you. Okay, I’m gonna maybe try and make a profile by the end of this weekend…. Or next weekend.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “In the meanwhile you could always knock on Bucky’s door if you really wanted to.” Her brows rose mischievously.

“If I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I would absolutely make out with Bucky every second of every free moment I had. Wanda, I swear you have no idea what those lips can do.”

Talking about Bucky suddenly made you feel a lot warmer and Wanda didn’t miss the large lump you swallowed as you took a drink. She smirked, holding back a comment she could have made. Instead the check arrived, saving you from any further embarrassment.

That night you stared at the app on your phone, contemplating whether you should make a profile or not. Craning your neck around you looked at the wall you shared with Bucky.

You hadn’t seen him much since the kiss on New Year’s, and your anxiety made you wonder if you had already ruined things. It was a silly thought. You shared a kiss, nothing more and as you are well aware, Bucky does not grow emotional attachments like that.

Opening your phone to your messages, you wrote a quick hello but then realizing it was a Saturday night you deleted your text without sending. There was no noise coming from next door meaning he was probably out, and the idea of interrupting him if he was with someone (which was a big possibility) made you feel really uncomfortable.

Tomorrow would be a new day, you can text him then when he’s alone.

You woke up with ambitions to be productive but the steady fall of snow that began to cover the city made you change your mind. Today was not a day to do anything despite needing to. You bundled yourself up in your comforter and made breakfast, carefully setting the bowl of cereal down on the coffee table as you tucked your feet into your blanket burrito.

Scrolling through Instagram you saw Bucky had posted a story from early in the morning, a black and white video of the snow coming down which reminded you to message him. You replied to his post, asking what he was doing up so early, then sending a secondary message realizing he might not have been up early but still awake.

Then your nerves got the best of you, thinking if that was in fact the case then you were probably disturbing him with all the messages you were sending now. You sent a final text, apologizing for bothering him, which probably made it all worse.

You shook your head, tossing your phone beside you as scrolled aimlessly to find something good to watch so you could distract yourself. Thirty minutes into a movie you heard a knock at your door.

Still bundled up, you shuffled towards your door, looking through the door and were surprised to see Bucky standing there.

“Hey,” you said, smiling as you opened the door.

He was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and light grey sweatpants. His hair was loose and looking a little bit wild, as if he had only combed it through with his fingers.

“Are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. What’s goin’ on?”

Bucky looked relieved, dragging a few fingers down his temple. “I messaged you back and I don’t know… you didn’t respond so I thought… well I don’t know what I thought but I’m glad you’re alright.”

A soft smile pulled at his lips as he stared back at you which set your mind at ease. “Did I wake you earlier?”

“Nah, I was up. Couldn’t really sleep last night.”

“That sucks. I kinda wanted to sleep all day since it’s so gross outside but I know it’ll mess me up for tomorrow so I’m just being a potato.”

Bucky chuckled, giving your “outfit” a once over as he seemed to approve. “So, what do potatoes do?”

“Well this potato is finally watching Back to the Future.”

Bucky blinked rapidly, his mouth falling open with bewilderment as he stared at you. “What do you mean finally? You’ve never seen Back to the Future?” he asked, with a hint of exasperation in his tone.

“I mean…” you looked everywhere but at Bucky, pressing your lips together as you tried to break the news to him gently, “I’ve seen clips here and there and I know things about it… Doc Brown, the DeLorean, flux capacitor...”

Every word broke Bucky’s heart. “You’ve never seen Back to the Future?” he repeated.

“Wrong, I’ve seen about thirty minutes of Back to the Future.” You laughed as Bucky threw his hands up in shock. “Do you want to watch it with me?”

Bucky gladly accepted your invitation, locking up his place before he went into yours.

He muttered under his breath, still in disbelief that you haven’t seen this movie as he made himself comfortable on your couch. “The score! Do you know about the score and how amazing it is?!”

“I can’t wait for you to tell me,” you winked, anticipating an earful of musical knowledge. “Can I get you anything?”

“Nah, I’m good.” A chill ran down his spine that he tried to shrug off. “Maybe a blanket? Oh wait.”

He turned around to pull the fuzzy blanket over himself but it definitely wasn’t thick or large enough to keep him warm in this weather. The only real blanket you had was currently wrapped around your body so you wanted to share.

You took it off your shoulders and sat beside Bucky, removing the fuzzy blanket so you could drape your own across both of you. Then you placed the fuzzy blanket on top of that to add an extra layer of warmth.

You smiled looking at Bucky as you asked if he was ready to watch the movie though your eyes drifted to those lips of his, perfectly pink and so much softer than you imagined. The memory of your kiss makes your heart stutter and it takes a moment for you to realize you need to press play and not think about kissing him.

It doesn’t help that you’ve shuffled closer to each other. It’s for warmth, nothing more. Bucky tried his best not to distract you from watching but he was squirming in his seat, itching to talk about the music.

“See how the score begins softly? You hardly notice the drums. Then everything gets stronger, the drums, the horns, and as Doc spots the car coming down the empty street the score amps up even more signaling the danger. It’s fantastic!”

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. Somehow Bucky’s passion for his work had stunned you into silence and all you could do was nod, smiling so genuinely your cheeks began to hurt as you listened to him. Bucky may not realize the way he glows when he talks about music but you see it, he’s shimmering brighter than snow in sunlight.

It was nice to spend a lazy Sunday with Bucky, two potatoes that continued to watch movies and order in food when you were hungry. Plans with everyone for the following weekend were brought up but not once did he mention the New Year’s party. Not that you expected him to. It was nice not having the kiss awkwardly hang over your friendship.

“Blanket warm. I don’t want to leave,” he whined before getting up.

You walked him to the door, stealing a quick look at the way the sweatpants hugged his ass. Clearing your throat in an awkward cough you wished him goodnight, “I’ll try not to sit on my phone the next time you text me.”

Bucky leaned in to hug you goodbye but his lips made a detour, feeling them press against the soft skin of your cheek.

“G-goodnight Y/N.”

You stood in your doorway, waiting to let the breath out that you hadn’t realized you were holding in until after he closed his door. It’s nothing, just a friendly kiss on the cheek, nothing more than that.

“Hi Mr. Napoli.” You smiled as you approached the older man in his hospital bed. “I spoke with your son and he said he’s on his way.”

You had to repeat yourself louder a few times for him to understand but he gave you a gummy smile when he finally did. He had come into the hospital late last night after falling in his apartment and breaking his hip. Living alone had apparently become more difficult over the last few months so you’ve prepared options to discuss with his family when they arrive.

As Mr. Napoli continued to speak with you, your ears perked up at a loud conversation. Looking up for a moment you caught the gaze of a man staring at you as he stood over the bed of another man. He was tall and slim, dressed nicely in a suit under a wool peacoat. His hair was dark and slicked back though it was cropped short on the sides, with stubble peppering his face and neck.

He smiled, nodding as if to convey an apology for the noise he and his friend made. You felt your cheeks pulling the corner of your lips slightly but focused your attention back to Mr. Napoli.

“Miss, can I have more water?”

“Of course, let me ask,” you replied.

Scanning the area you checked for any nurses that might be around. Unable to find any that weren’t in the middle of something, you told Mr. Napoli you’d be right back with it. The ER kept the refreshments for the patients in a locked room so you walked towards the nurses’ desk in hopes someone there could help you.

“Thanks Stacie.” You smiled back as she needed to call the doctor to make sure this wouldn’t interfere with Mr. Napoli’s pre-surgical prep.

As you turned to step away from the desk you nearly walked into a body. Gasping, it took you a moment to realize it was the man from before.

“Sorry about that,” he said, chuckling lightly. “I wanted to apologize about before. Hope my buddy and I weren’t interrupting your work.” His tone was soft with a heavy New York accent.

“That’s alright, you didn’t,” you said, studying his features up close. His eyes were much darker than you realized, like deep chasms that were full of mystery. Pale pink lips pulled into a smile as he extended his hand towards you.

“I’m Billy.”

You shook his hand, able to tell right away that he was the type of guy that takes pride in taking care of himself. His hand was lotion soft, not a strand of hair was out of place and his skin looked so flawless you were a little jealous.

His gaze fell to your ID badge. “So, Y/N. How long have you been in social work?”

“So eager getting to know me, Billy?”

Billy shut his eyes as a smile crept across his face. “I can’t help it, I’m very observant.”

Your lips pulled into a smirk as you stared at him skeptically until Stacie called your name. She told you to wait a moment as she got the okay to give Mr. Napoli some water. Turning back to Billy you noticed his stance was taller and stiff.

He raised his hand to salute. “Former Lieutenant William Russo, US Marine Corps.”

“I get it now. You’re not just a creep that reads people’s name tags.” Your smirk gave way to a tiny smile and Billy relaxed.

Through a laugh he replied, “I try not to be.”

His smile was pretty, making his whole face light up, those eyes sparkling like onyx gems. Your attention was turned away for a moment as Stacie handed you a plastic pink pitcher full of water.

“Well, I have to get this drink back to my patient. It was nice to meet you.”

As you began to walk away you heard Billy’s footsteps rapidly catching up behind you.

“Wait, Y/N.” You turned to find him digging out something from his pocket. “Maybe I could take you out for a drink one day?”

He handed you a sleek black card which you put in your pocket. “Goodbye Mr. Russo,” you said, giving him a tiny salute that made him smile again.

Later that evening as you were getting your coat on in preparation to leave you felt something digging in your hip. You remembered Billy’s card from earlier, pulling it out now to finally read it.

The card was as dark as his eyes and in bold white text was the name of the company, ANVIL. Beneath it was his name and title, CEO. No wonder he dressed so well. His number was staring back at you.

You thought back to your conversation with Wanda, maybe you should go for this. You were still too scared to make a profile on Tinder, worried about what strangers might think of you but after meeting a gorgeous man that actually wants to take you out it gave you some renewed confidence.

Not wanting to seem too eager (or desperate) you waited two days before texting Billy. A day of back and forth texting led to plans to go out. Your heart raced with anxiety; maybe you weren’t ready after all.

PART 12