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How You Meet For The First Time

Warning: Almost all of the following short fics contain cursing. If you are sensitive to that sort of thing you have been warned.

Word Count:4135 (this does not include the characters name before their part or the A/N at the end)

Tony Stark: You wander into a coffee shop around the corner from your apartment when someone bumps into you, spilling hot black coffee all down your scrub top. "Ah shit! Fuck! That's really fucking hot!" you exclaim, pulling the fabric away from your skin.

"Oh my god! Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going! Let me buy your drink!" says a males voice. You don't look up at his face but get the feeling that you know who this man is.

"No, it's fine. It's fine. Just leave it. This thing needed to go in the wash anyways. Holy fuck, you're Tony Stark." you say, finally looking up at the man who spilt his drink all down your front.

"Yes I am, my dear. Will you please let me buy you your drink?" he says, smiling softly.

"No, honestly, you don't have to. And don't worry about my shirt either, it's been through worse at the childrens hospital. But thank you for the offer. It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Stark." you say, trying to leave the conversation.

"I insist. I need a new drink anyways, seeing as most of it went onto your shirt. Come on, just let me buy you a drink and something to eat. You look exhausted and in need of some nutrition."

"Alright, thank you very much. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, by the way."

"A beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman." He buys your usual drink in a large and a few scones as well as himself another black dark roast coffee. A week later you get a gift left at the front desk for you.

"Was dropped off by Mr. Stark himself. He asked for you by your full name, Y/L/N. You got a lover I should know about, kid?" says the clerk, winking.

"No Brent, not a lover. I bumped into him last week, he spilt his drink down my shirt and insisted on buying me a drink and a bite to eat. Thanks for holding this for me," you say, taking the package from his hands before heading down to your locker. When you open the package later that day, after your shift, you see that there is a handwritten note along with a new set of scrubs.

Pepper Potts: "Good morning! Welcome to Starbucks! How are you and how can I help you today?" comes your faked cheery voice through the speaker.

"Good morning Y/N. It's Pepper again. I'm pretty good today. I'll get my usual sweetheart."

"Alright Pepper, that will be a grande iced caramel macchiato with a double espresso shot and extra caramel drizzle?"

"That's right Y/N."

"Alright, I'll see you at the window." When she drives up to the window she had a slip of paper prepared as well as her card.

"Card and this is for you sweetie. Text me when you get off your shift, cutie." she says handing you the slip of paper as you stick the machine out the window for her to pay. Your nose scrunches in happiness at her little pet names. You hand her the drink and she throws you a wink before driving off.

Peter Parker: "Peter, you're going to be paired up with... Y/N," says your biology teacher before moving onto the next pair. When your teacher finishes going through his list he lets you go off into your pairs.

"Hi, uh, I'm Peter. Nice to meet you," he says, sticking a hand out for you to shake.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Can you explain to me what we're doing? I kinda zoned out when he was explaining what we were doing."

"Oh, yeah totally. You did look kinda blank faced for a while. Is anything wrong?"

"No, just tired. So, the project?"

"Oh yeah! So we're..."

Sam Wilson: "Watch out!" comes a yell from above you. You're sitting on the edge of your apartment complex, not expecting a man with a metal wings to be coming in for a landing, aimed right where you sit.

"Shit!" you exclaim, rolling back onto the main part of the roof, leaving the edge for the man to land safely.

"Thanks!" he says, as the wings fold themselves into a pack on his back. He pushes his goggles up on his head and smiles at you. "Sam Wilson. Nice to meet you," he sticks his hand out towards you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you too," you says as you climb back onto the ledge. You ignore his and and pull your phone out of your pocket.

"What'cha doing out here? Sitting out on the ledge isn't exactly safe, you know."

"Oh I know. I'm fine. Just waiting for the right photo op. I should've taken one of you, now that I think about it. That would've been a really cool shot," you say, holding your phone in your lap.

"Photo op? Are you a photographer?"

"Oh no, I just like taking pretty photos in my free time. It relaxes my brain after a long day."

"I'd love to get to know you some more. Would you let me take you out for coffee sometime?"

"Sure! I'd love that! Here, put yourself in my phone." You hand the man your phone. He types in his number.

"Text me sometime beautiful." he winks at you before heading to the other side of the roof before leaping off and spreading his wings.

Steve Rodgers: "Miss. Y/L/N? I'm here to see Nick." says the blonde super soldier coming through the door.

"Hello Mr. Rogers. Mr. Fury is on a phone call of a personal matter at the moment. You'll have to wait a moment until he hangs up. Please have a seat. These calls sometimes take a few minutes." you say, not looking up from your laptop.

"Do you really call him Mr. Fury?" asks the man, sitting in the chair across from yours.

"When speaking about him yes, when speaking to him no. I try to be professional, you know."

Bucky Barnes: You're sitting curled up in a chair in your favourite little cafe on Broadway, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continue to read on your laptop. "Y/N! Need another drink, love?" calls one of the baristas.

"Yes please. The usual, please. Just add it to my tab."

"Sure thing! I'll bring it out to ya in a minute." she calls. You refocus on the words in front of you and scroll to the next page of the book. When she places the drink down next to you, you absentmindedly reach for it and accidentally grab a mans hand.

"Hi there doll," he flirts, interlacing your fingers together. Your cheeks flush under the tear stains.

"Hi, sorry. Didn't mean to grab your hand," you mumble, trying to pull your hand away.

"It's okay doll. Do you want to talk about why you're crying?"

"I'm editing a book. Its a sad romance novel. It's my job. My name's Y/N by the way."

"I'm James but my friends call me Bucky," he says softly, thumb rubbing softly against the back of your palm.

"Can we stay holding hands for a while?" you ask shyly.

"Of course doll. You can lean on me as well, if you like. I won't mind." You blush harder than you did before as you tilt yourself to lean against his shoulder.

Bruce Banner: As you walk into the lab at the Avengers complex for your first day, what you weren't expecting to see was Mr. Stark and Dr. Bruce Banner waiting for you. "Um, hi?" you say, grabbing a lab coat off the wall.

"Hello, good morning. I take it that you're Y/N?" says Stark, coming forward to shake your hand, a flirty smile on his face.

"Yes and it's Dr. Y/L/N to you Mr. Stark, same as you Dr. Banner. We are not to the point where you can address me as my first name, we just met. Dr. Banner, where do you want me to start this morning?" You say, ignoring the billionaires hand, slipping the white coat on.

"I have a stack of chemical equations that need reviewing. If you wouldn't mind, Dr. Y/L/N. They are at the back, on the lab bench."

"Not a problem." You nod to the pair of men infront of you and walk away.

"Hardass."

"I heard that Stark," you call over your shoulder.

Natasha Romanoff: "Morning Romanoff. Have you met Agent Y/L/N yet?" calls Maria Hill as the Black Widow enters the training room at the Shield Head Quarters.

"No I haven't, but I've heard about her a bunch from Clint."

"Not surprised. That's her doing pull ups over there. Hey! Y/L/N! Get your ass over here."

"I'm busy Hill!" you yell back, completing another rep before hopping down to the floor. You walk over to the treadmills and start one up for a brisk jog. A couple minutes the red headed assassin joins you, running on the machine next to you.

"Hi, nice to meet you Y/L/N," she says as she runs at the same speed as you.

"You to Romanoff. Big fan of your work with the Avengers Initiative," you say, calmly.

"Thanks. Wanna go for dinner sometime?"

"Sure, why not. Get my number from Clint." You hop off the treadmill without another word, grab your towel and walk out without looking back. Your actions leave the red head stunned.

"Yeah, she does that a lot. She's got ADHD or something, forgets about social formalities a lot. Don't worry, Nat. That means she likes you and her brain was to fogged over by your presence to remember that it's not normal to just leave a conversation hanging," says Hill, coming up behind Romanoffs shoulder.

"Okay then. Real cutie she is though, don't you think?"

"Oh hell yeah. She's fucking adorable, especially when she gets really excited about something. When Fury assigned her her first mission, she was quite literally bouncing in place. She's so fucking cute Nat."

Clint Barton: "Y/L/N! Your four o'clock is here!" yells Samantha from the front desk. Your head whips up from your desktop at the sound of her voice and you push your chair back as you stand up.

You open the door to your massage studio and step out. You stride down the hall as fast as your heels allow to the waiting area. "Mr. Barton? Come on back." A dirty blonde man stands up and begins to follow you back to your studio. When you get inside and the door is shut, the man in front of you visibly relaxes. "Have a seat Mr. Barton. This first session is to mainly just get to know your needs. First things first, hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. Where did you hear about me?" you ask softly, returning to your seat at your desk. You gesture to the man to sit alongside you.

"My best friend, Natasha Romanoff, is one of your clients and she suggested I come to get help for some of my past injuries that still hurt. I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and you're like the only approved massage therapist on the list they gave me."

"Oh! Nat reccomended me! You must be the man she affectionately refers to as 'BirdBrain' am I right?" You giggle, thinking back to your last session with the ginger woman.

"Yep, that would be me. Call me Clint, please. My shoulders and lower back have been killing me recently. Tasha says you do wonders for her phantom injury pain, figured I might as well give it a try."

"Well I'm glad you did. Let's get started, shall we? If you wouldn't mind taking your shirt off and laying face down on my table, that would be great. I'll give you a moment of privacy." You say, leaving the room briefly. "You don't mind if I use oil, do you?" You ask as you re-enter a couple of minutes later.

"Not at all. Tasha said you have a really nice lavender one, could you use that?" You roll your eyes at his comment and pull out your lavender oil from your pot of boiling water.

"Nat does love this one. You might not, it's pretty strong." you warn, pouring some onto your hands before you begin.

Wanda Maximoff: "What's in that crate?" Asks Wanda, pointing at wire crate in the middle of the lab floor. As she stares, the crate rattles, as if whatever is inside is throwing itself around.

"That is another experiment, Miss. Maximoff. Leave it at that. Someone take the twins back to their quarters. It's time to unveil our masterpiece," says one of the scientists. The twins are pulled away and forced into their induvidual cells. A couple hours later a limp female body is thrown on the bed in the cell across from Wandas.

"Hello? What is your name?" calls Wanda through the fiberglass. The girls head raises up slightly, and she gives the twins a confused look, pointing to herself weakly. "Yes! You! What is your name, dear?"

"Y/N... Y/L/N."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Wanda this is my twin Pietro. What did they do to your ears?"

"I- I don't have human ears. I have the ears of a cat. I'm what they called a Panthera pardus hybrid. I don't know what that means, but my teefs hurt and so does my back," the girl, Y/N, slurs before passing out.

Pietro Maximoff: You sit on a bench, in the midst of Central Park and just close your eyes, notebook in your lap. You had just finished an interview with a witness of a story you were writing, and it was a tough one. You let the tears roll down your cheeks in silence. You feel a cold gust of wind blow past you then you hear someone rapidly backpedal before a heavily accented voice speaks to you. "What is a beautiful lady like you doing crying?"

"I'm fine sir, just leave me be please." you say, not opening your eyes. After a moment you assume he left, but when you open your eyes the man still stands there. You let your eyes scan his frame as you take in his foreign beauty.

"Please, miss. Don't cry. Sadness doesn't suit a beautiful woman's face, such as yours." He runs off then, a blue blur leaving you shocked.

Thor Odinson: You wander through the royal gardens as the sun begins to set in the far off distance. You hear footsteps behind you but think nothing of it, probably someone else taking in the beauty of the gardens."Hello," booms a voice behind you. You freeze in your tracks, you would recognize the voice of Prince Thor anywhere.

You twirl around on your heel, your abnormally short skirt flaring out around your thighs, presenting the Prince with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, my Prince." you greet, beginning to bow.

"No need for the formalities outside of the palace m'lady. May I join you on your walk?"

"I would be honoured!"

"Wonderful! Would you mind telling me your name, m'lady?" he asks as he offers you his large arm.

You slip yours through his and let him lead you forward. "My name is Y/N. It is an honour to meet you, Prince." you say, your cheeks flushing red as you tilt your head to peer up at the man.

"Please, call me Thor. Do you come here often, Y/N?"

"As often as I can."

Loki Laufeyson: "Y/N! Hurry up! We can not be late to the banquet!" your sibling shouts. You roll your eyes as you lace up your dancing shoes.

"We are fine! The banquet doesn't start for another half hour!" you yell back. Fluffing your skirt as you drop it back down your legs, you make your way over to your mirror to fix your hair. Adjusting a few strands, you also touch up your lipstick.

"Are you finished yet?"

"Yes! Yes I am! I'm coming! Gods, you're so impatient!" you grumble aas you throw open your bedroom door.

~Time Skip~ *Fourty Five Minutes Later, At The Banquet In The Palace*

You stand against the wall, watching all of the people twirl around as they dance along to the music. Suddenly you feel a light tap on your shoulder, causing you to jump with surprise. To your great shock, Prince Loki is standing next to you. "Hello. May I have a dance, m'lady?" he asks, holding his hand out towards you.

"Oh! Yes! Yes, you may! I must warn you, I'm not a very good dancer," you say, placing your hand in his.

"No worries, love. I'm very capable of leading you in a simple waltz." he says, winking at you. You let him wisk you onto the dancefloor and into his arms. His hands are very gentle as he leads you through the steps with practiced ease. When the song ends you expect him to let go of you, but to your surprise he doesn't. "Come with me to the balcony. We can chat a little better out there." He says, a light hand on your lower back, leading you from the bustling crowd.

Lady Sif: "Hello? Is there anyone in here?" calls a females voice from the doorway of the armoury.

"Yes! One moment!" You call back from the curtained half of the room. You put the blade you were mending onto a nearby anvil before wiping your hands on your apron. You slip past the curtain and are faced with the legendary warrior Lady Sif. "Hello, Lady Sif! What can I do for you this morning?" you greet, heart fluttering in your chest.

"Hello, my blade is becoming slightly dull right here along the edge. Could you sharpen it for me quickly? And it's late afternoon now, sweetie." she teases, pointing to a spot along her sword’s edge.

"Is it really?! Wow! I've been back there all day mending blades, so I guess I really wouldn't know all too well. I'll go sharpen that for you now, shouldn't take long." You take her sword from her and walk back behind the curtain. Grabbing your sharpening stone you quickly sharpen the dull part off the edge before wiping off residue of the stone with bottom of your apron. You walk back out to the woman and hand her the weapon back which she sheats with ease.

"Thank you..?"

"Oh, sorry! My name is Y/N!" you giggle, holding your hand out for her to shake. She shakes your hand and smiles lightly at you.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. I'll see you another time, sweetie." she winks at you before leaving. You jaw drops as you stare after her.

Stephen Strange: "Who's that?" asks Stephen, pointing at a woman floating ten feet above the ground as she meditates. He points to her floating form, confusion etched onto his face.

"That is Y/N. She is one of most advanced people here other than the Ancient One. She's been here for years and refuses to leave. The Ancient One continuously reminds us to stay away from her when she meditates, she can hurt you immensely without an eye opening. So stay the fuck away from her, Strange. I know she is gorgeous but she is not one to be fucking with. The woman could kill you in a heartbeat," warns Wong, as he watches you float with ease.

"How long has she been here?"

"Roughly six years if I remember correctly. She came here in worse shape than you. I remember her first day clearly. She refused to speak to any of us, but was clearly accepting all the information, unlike you did,"

"How powerful is she?"

"No one really knows, she refuses to spar or demonstrate any form of power. She also isn't one for speaking to strangers. Someone she tolerates would have to introduce you to her, though this is one of the few times a month she leaves her room."

"Does she not leave her room very often?"

"No, she doesn't. She isn't one for people or disturbances. Shit, she is going to hit the branch! Fuck she's gonna be pissed at lunch."

Carol Danvers: "Fury, who's the newbie at the computer?" asks Carol.

"That is Agent Y/L/N. She's been here for a few months now, she's not all that new. She's a great field agent and she's comfortable behind a desk. She works really well with most of the agents I've paired her with, except Hill. The pair of them despise each other for some reason. I find it extremely amusing to force Y/L/N to sit in a briefing or debriefing held by Hill. All the kid does is roll her eyes at her and Hill glares at the kid the entire time."

"Cute. I'm going to ask her on a date. She seems my type. When's her next day off?" asks Carol, glancing towards Nick.

"Thursday. Her next day off is Thursday."

"Thanks Nick!" she says, walking towards you. "Hey, I'm Carol Danvers. Nice to meet you." she perches on the edge of your desk.

You glance up at her and gape. After a moment you collect yourself enough to actually speak to the woman in front of you. "Hi, I- I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you Miss. Danvers! Is there something you need?"

"Yeah actually. I was wondering if you would wanna go on a date with me. Just something small, to get coffee or something. I was thinking this Thursday, if you like?"

"Uh, yeah I'm off Thursday so, why not! Where do you want to meet?"

"Oh, no. Give me your number, text me your address and I'll pick you up at eight." She hands you her phone and you quickly type your number in. "There, I texted you. Text me sometime, cutie."

T'Challa: As you slip out of your office building you notice a small crowd around a single man. You roll your eyes as you walk down the street. Throwing your hood up against the slight wind, you keep your head down. "Hey! Hands up!" yells one of the men.

Your head jerks up as you look behind you, thinking they were talking to someone else. "What?" you ask confused, seeing that you were the only other person on the street.

"Put your hands up!" the same man yells again.

"No! Fuck off! I'm just trying to go home! I'm not doing anything illegal." You shout back, stepping onto the road to walk around the group. After you walk past them you hear a slight muttering from the group.

"But Your highness-"

"No! Ma'am! Could I have a moment of your time?" calls a kind voice behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn back to face the man speaking.

"What is it? I've been at work since six this morning, I'm tired and I really just want to go home." you say, looking up at the man in front of you, eye bags prominent under your eyes.

"This won't take long. I just wanted to apologize for the way my men reacted. My name is T'Challa, I'm the King of Wakanda, I just wanted to give you my number. You're a very beautiful woman and you're clearly very hard working. That is the type of person I like to put myself around. If you ever need a break from the city, send me a message." says the man, handing you card with a phone number scrawled on it.

"Thank you sir. Apology accepted. I might just take you up on that offer," you say as you turn away from him. You slip the piece of paper into your pocket as you continue to walk down the empty street.

A.N: I know Pepper's wasn't necessarily their first time meeting but it's cute so oh well

#steve rogers #natasha romanoff #tony stark #bruce banner #clint barton #t'challa #loki #thor #carol danvers #bucky barnes #pepper potts #peter parker #dr strange #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #pietro maximoff #lady sif #marvel one shot

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Can someone do this to me? PLease? I need a factory reset and this will do the trick

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Not to be dramatic, but I would do anything for Bucky Barnes.

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Natasha Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Can someone turn the sun off please?"

Word Count: 2320

Note: I forgot I had this in one of my folders on my phone, like completely forgot about it haha. Hope you enjoy

Translations:

khoroshava devochka= good girl

Detka= baby

Milashka= cutie

Lyubov= love

Prekrasnyy/krasivaya= beautiful

Kukla=doll

Podruga= girlfriend

It was quite late. So late that even you, a girl who loves late nights, was extremely tired. Not that you would admit that to anybody though. The party thrown by Stark had ended hours ago, but the Avengers-only after-party was just coming to a close. "Y/N, my love, it's time for bed." says your girlfriend, Natasha, as you finish off your tenth martini of the night.

"But Nat! I don't want to go to bed yet!" you say, clearly heavily intoxicated, as you signal the bartender for another one.

"Y/N, it is nearly four o'clock in the morning. You are clearly drunk off your ass, and I would wager you probably couldn't even stand up without falling over. It's bedtime, prekrasnyy." she says, motioning to the bartender that you're cut off before picking you up off the stool you're perched on.

"Widow! Why are you ruining all her fun?!" jokes James Rhodes, chuckling as you fuss in your girlfriends grasp.

"She's tired, I'm tired and she's drunk off her ass. I'm taking the initiative to put her to bed. This is why we don't leave her around alcohol unsupervised. But, we do get to take care of her cute hungover self in the morning." says your girlfriend, bouncing you in her arms like a toddler to keep you occupied while she wishes the group goodnight.

"Have a good night, Nat. Good luck with her." calls Stark as she carries you up the stairs to her bedroom.

When she gets to her room, she kicks the door shut behind the pair of you and lays you down on the bed. She quickly gets changed and gets clothes out to help you change into. She gently starts to unbutton your blouse and tug it out of your dress pants. "Natty! I don't want to go to sleep!" you whine as she pulls you blouse off your shoulders.

"Y/N, baby, you're tired. I can see it in your eyes. Be a khoroshava devochka for me and let me get you changed for bed okay?" she says, popping your bra off with a skilled hand. In your drunk state, you shyly cover up your breasts. "Oh detka, don't be shy. It's not like I haven't seen them before, you silly girl." she teases, pulling a large shirt over your head. You shyly remove your arms from blocking your chest from her sight to quickly slide them through the arm holes of the shirt. "Do you wanna do your pants or do you want Natty to help, detka?" she asks, taking your hands in hers to rub the backs of your palms with her thumbs.

"Can Natty help?" you ask, trying to cuddle into your girlfriends chest.

"Of course I can bubba. Can you lay back so Natty can get to your belt? I promise we can cuddle after." You whine, but do as she asks and lay back on the bed. "Khoroshava devochka. I'm just gonna take your belt off first, okay lyubov?" You hum in agreement. Once you're changed into the pajama shorts Natasha got out for you, she gets off the bed and heads to turn the light off.

~Time Skip~ * The Next Morning, 10 a.m.*

You stumble into the main room, still dressed in your pajamas. "Good morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" teases Stark. You flip him off before laying face down on the couch. "I'm gonna take that as not too great. Anything we can do to help you feel any better, kiddo?"

"Can someone turn the sun off please?" you ask, voice muffled by the couch.

"Sorry Y/N. That is not something under our control. C'mon you, sit up. I'll go get you some breakfast. Toast sound good?" asks Steve, helping you sit up on the couch by quite literally picking you up from laying and sitting you back on the couch.

"Yes please Stevie. Thank you." You mumble, placing your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

You hear him walk away to the kitchen and feel Stark sit beside you on the couch. "This, my dear, is why we don't leave you unsupervised at the bar." he teases, ruffling your hair. You bat at him, not liking your hair touched by anyone other than your girlfriend. He gets up and leaves just as your girlfriends footsteps enter the room.

"Good morning my little milashka. Head not feeling to good krasivaya?" she says. You feel her crouch down in front of you. You shake your head, whining slightly.

"Romanoff, I thought I asked you to stop using Russian around the compound?" says Stark.

"Stark, I am talking to my girlfriend. I am using terms of endearment in my mother tongue. She likes it, actually prefers it to English endearments. Steve gone to get you some breakfast?" She says to Stark before turning back to you. You nod your head this time, breathing deeply. "Feeling sick?"

"Yeah. Stevie! Put that toast on hold please. I think I might throw up if I eat anything right now." You call to the blond man in the kitchen.

"Okay kiddo. Take care of yourself today. I'm going down to the gym for a while." he says, coming back into the main room.

"Thanks Steve. I'll take care of her, don't worry. She's in much better hands than her own." says Nat, stroking your cheek with her hand.

"Oh alright. You're right, she doesn't take very good care of herself, does she?"

"Oh fuck off you pair. Just cause I don't know my alcohol limits doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I did just fine in college." you complain, flipping the pair of them off.

Natasha chuckles at that. "Detka, when I first saw you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent you were skinny as a rail. I swear you might not have even tipped the scales at a hundred pounds soaking wet in jeans. Don't you remember that?" she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Suddenly you lurch off the couch running for the closest bathroom. Crashing to your knees, you puke up all of your stomach contents from the night before. "Oh prekrasnyy. That's it, kukla. Get it all up, Y/N." she coos, rubbing your back. When you're finished, you stand up and rinse your mouth out a the sink before wiping your face off with toilet paper.

"Okay, I think I'm good to try and eat something now." you mumble to yourself, walking to the stairs. You bounce up them, heading towards your bedroom to get changed. When you return to the kitchen you're wearing skinny jeans and a top of Natasha's.

"That is my shirt, krasivaya. But, it sure looks cute with those jeans." says your girlfriend, rubbing her hands up and down your sides, sending chills down your spine at the feeling.

"That's why I borrowed it, babes. Hope you don't mind. And stop that! You know it tickles me!" you say, leaning back to peck her lips. She laughs, dropping her hands to hold onto your hips.

"I don't mind my lyubov. That's why I do it, silly! I love to hear your little giggles and see your happy little grin. And so does everybody else!" she teases, leaning down to rest her head on your shoulder. You push the lever on the toaster down and begin to wait for your plain breakfast to be surrendered.

"Did I do any thing silly last night?" you ask, turning to face your girlfriend.

A smirk arrises on her lips and she begins to chuckle slightly. "Well, when I was helping you get changed you decided even though we've been dating for over a year I couldn't see your tits. It was really cute." she says, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the countertop.

"Nat!" you squeak, grabbing onto her shoulders to balance yourself.

"What detka? Can't I lift my podruga up onto the counter top and give her a kiss?" she says, leaning up and planting a soft kiss on your lips. You give in and kiss her back. That one simple kiss turns into a light makeout session. When the toast pops up behind your back, both of you jump, having forgotten about it. "Time for breakfast, lyubov." she says, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you off the kitchen counter to stand back on your feet. You whine when she pulls away from kissing you and begin to pout as she sets you back on the floor. "Go sit in the living room, kukla. I'll bring your toast out in a minute along with a drink." she says, tapping your ass while pushing you towards the main room.

As you walk into the main room, you see that the couch you were laying on earlier is still empty. Looking around to ensure that the coast is clear of Steve Rogers, you flop face first onto the cushions again. "Good morning Y/N." Calls Rhodey's voice from your left.

"Mornin' Rhodes." you mumble into the couch.

"Tired kid?" he says sarcastically.

"No shit I'm tired Rhodey. I'm hungover and I've got a pounding headache. Leave me the fuck alone." you grumble.

"Now now prekrasnyy that's no way to speak to James." says Nats voice as she comes into the living room. She pats the back of your thigh with a firm hand. "Up you get, dorogoy. Time to eat, moya lyubov. Don't make me make Barnes pick you up Y/N." she warns, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"What?! Why am I being dragged into this?!" asks Bucky, confused.

"Because my hands are full and she likes you best other than me." replies your girlfriend sassily. You giggle into the couch but don't move your postion. "Y/N. Last chance kotenok. Get your cute little ass up." She warns, voice becoming firmer.

Begrudgingly you sit yourself up and pull your legs onto the cushion and sit cross-legged. "Alright, gimme the food." you grumble, rolling your eyes.

"Khoroshava devochka. Here you go, moya lyubov." says Nat, winking at you as she hands you a small plate with a piece of buttered toast and a glass of water.

"Seriously Nat? Water? I hate water! You know I hate plain water!" you complain, making a displeased face at your girlfriend.

"Poor baby. You need to hydrate and strong flavours are off the table for the day. Drink up dorogoy." she says, patting your head like a child.

You set the glass on the floor in front of the couch and sit up against the back of the couch. "I'm not drinking it." you say stubbornly, looking up at your girlfriend frowning.

"Well that's all your having today Y/N. You either drink it of your own free will or I pour it down your throat and force you to drink it. Your choice kukla." she says, hands on her hips.

"I'm not drinking it Natty! It's digusting! I don't like it!" you whine, crossing your arms.

"You know what? Eat your toast and meet me in my bedroom when your finished." she says sternly before leaving the room.

"You're in deep shit now Y/N. Widows mad at you." says Rhodey.

"Yeah no shit James. She should know that I don't like to drink water plain."

"What's going on? Why is Natasha stalking down the hall looking really pissed off?" says Bruce coming into the room as you take a bite out of your breakfast.

Everyone in the room points at you and you roll your eyes in return. When you finish chewing and swallow your food, you answer his question. "Well Nat decided to give me a glass of plain water knowing full well I hate drinking plain water. And I may have argued with her."

"Oh shit. Y/N, she's trying to take care of you. She does know but it's better to have plain food and drinks when you're hungover, especially if you've thrown up." says Bruce, coming to sit next to you.

"I know. It's just absolutely disgusting, Bruce. That shit makes me gag. She knows that." you mumble, taking another bite of your toast. When you finish your food you take your plate to the kitchen and drop it in the sink before slinking to your girlfriends bedroom. You knock on the door softly. "Can I come in Natty?" you ask softly.

"Yeah detka, come on in." she calls back. You open the door slowly and see her on the bed with something behind her back. "Come sit, prekrasnyy. I need to talk to you, lyubov." she says gently, clearly calmer now. You shut the door behind you and move to sit cross-legged on the corner of the bed. "Now, I know you don't like the taste of plain water detka. But was there any reason you had to react the way you did?" she asks gently. You shake your head, knowing that your reaction was a little over the top. "Exactly. I had an idea. If you drink this whole bottle of plain water today before dinner time, you can bottom tonight, I'll tie you up and we will use a couple of your favourite toys. Do we have a deal kotenok?" she proposes, pulling out a large Yeti bottle from behind her back.

"Deal! Definite deal!" you say, grabbing the bottle from her hands.

"That's what I thought you would say. Khoroshava devochka." she praises as you take a large sip out out of the bottle. As you swallow you make a face of disgust, causing Nat to let out a little giggle. "God, you're adorable Y/N." she says, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you towards her. "Let's cuddle for a bit, my little cutie. I love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Natty." you mumble, cuddling into her.

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Pietro Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Well, if you'd woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn't have had to do it four more times."

Word Count: 292

As you swing your foot back to kick at the sleeping boy at your feet for the sixth time, he rolls over and swats at your ankle. “I’m awake, Y/n. Why did you kick me five times? Was there reason?” he groans.

“Well, if you’d woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times. Get over it and get up. We have got a long day ahead of us. Stevie told me you need to work on dodging fast moving objects and hand to hand combat before lunch. Go get something to eat and meet me in the gym in thirty.” you say, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Who’s Stevie?” he asks, confused.

“Steve Rogers? Captain America. He’s one of my best friends so I’m allowed to call him Stevie. Now let’s go, Pietro. There’s lots of stuff to do and not nearly enough fucking time. Mornin’ Thor!” You call back to the boy before greeting the Asgardian walking down the hall.

“Good morning Miss. Y/L/N!” Thor returns the greeting loudly, smiling at you. “Good morning to you as well young Pietro.” Thor nods at the speedster who still sits on the floor in a haze of exhaustion.

“Hello? Anyone home?” you rap harshly on the boy’s head with your knuckles, getting his attention. “That’s better. Now, get moving, kid.” you say.

“Y/n?” he asks as you walk out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can we make the half hour forty five minutes instead? I want to go for a run.”

You smile at him and nod. “Sure thing kid. I’ll see you in forty five in the gym.”

“Thank you!” he calls after you as you walk down the hall.

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They Find you Having a Nightmare

Word Count: 5902

Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

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Highly Trained

Prompt: "You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" "Absolutely not."

Word Count:764

You sit next to Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, catching up with the pair of them. “So, you’re healing well Clint?” You ask.

“Yeah, Nat pulled the bullet out on the jet and stitched me up pretty well. How have you been recently? It's been what, six months since we saw you last?"

"Yeah around that But there's only been one change in my life. I got a kitten." you admit.

Both assassins light up." A kitten?!" squeals Natasha.

You pull out your phone to bring up a picture of your new baby. "Yeah, her name is Liho. She is so tiny and she's all black. She's a little cuddle bug though. You pair should come over soon, I need to socialize her so that would be great. But that's enough about me, have you two been getting into any antics that I should know about?”

"Well this asshole handcuffed me in the middle of the kitchen, in front of everybody for absolutely no reason a few days ago. I was stuck in them for an hour before I could get a hold of a paper clip to pick the lock. It was awful." Nat punches Clint in the shoulder.

"Hey, that actually hurt Tash," he whines, rubbing where she made contact.

"Good, it was meant to." She smirks at the man, hand darting out to flick him in the temple.

"Y/n! She's abusing me!" he fake cries to you.

"I feel ever so sorry for you Clint. It sounds like you've earned it. But back up a minute. You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" you turn to the red head as she sips her chai latte.

"Absolutely not. No way." she shuts down the request immediately.

"Aww! Why not Nat?"

"Because, you would use it in a situation you're not supposed to. Like if you got arrested. And don't say that you wouldn't. We all know you would." she says, raising her eyebrows at you as you open your mouth.

"What?! No! Not our innocent Y/n! She would never do something that would get her arrested." teases Clint.

"I mean I've been arrested before. Tony bailed me out before anyone could really find out. Even made it disappear off of my record. So yeah, I totally would use it for that purpose."

"When did this happen?!" asks Nat, leaning forward on the table.

"A couple months ago now. Probably mid August. Tony was so nice about it too, came and picked me up in my favourite of his cars. And he bought me lunch that day."

"See Tash, Stark can be a good person." says Clint giving Nat a pointed look.

"Mhm, yeah right." Nat rolls her eyes and sips her latte.

"What do you have against Tony, Nat?"

"They had a nasty argument a week ago. Stark ate the last of her Quality Street candies and she's really upset about it. He's tried apologizing but she's having none of it. Aren't you Tash?" explains Clint, leaning over to peck Natasha's temple.

"It had my fucking name on a sticky note on the lid. It was very clear that it was mine. And everybody in the tower knows I don't share my fucking food. Even Thor knows to not take my food!” snaps Nat.

"Shh, it's okay. I'll buy you another tin from the Great Britain store on the way back the the tower. Just drink your latte Tash." Clint pats his best friend on the head briefly.

“He stole your food? Candies at that?! That man is lucky to be alive!” You chuckle, making Nat smile. “When do you guys want to come over and meet Liho?”

“Maybe next Thursday? I’ve got nothing that day. Does that sound good for you?” Suggests Nat, still looking grouchy.

“Works for me, Y/n?”

“That works for me, I get off work at one that day so that will work perfectly for me if you come by around two?”

“Great! That works!” Nat smiles, straightening her back and wincing slightly.

“Back sore still Tasha?” Asks Clint.

“No shit Sherlock. Rogers and I sparred yesterday and you know how that goes.” You giggle at that.

“Yes, yes I do. Please tell me you won!”

“Of course I did! No way I was letting Captain America beat me!” The three of you laugh. After a while you say your goodbyes and head your desperate ways. “See you Thursday Y/n!” Calls Nat as you get into your car.

“See you then Natty!” You wave through the window before driving off.

The End

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Marvel Imagine: You Steal Something of Theirs

Word Count: 3348

Tony Stark:You're chilling on the couch after a long twelve hour shift at the Children's Hospital. "Hey babe! Hoe you seen my- oh. That's where it is. I see you decided to steal my shirt again." says your boyfriend, Tony Stark, coming into the living room shirtless, his hair still wet from the shower he just took.

"Yep, I just worked twelve hours on midnights. I deserve to relax on the couch in my boyfriends shirt. C'mere sexy, gimme a kiss." you say, very obviously flirting with him. He chuckles as he crosses the room to stand between your spread legs.

"You look really cute in this. It's massive on you." he teases, leaning down to kiss you. "Why didn't you join me in the shower?"

"Because Tony, I've been on my feet most of the night. I also work again tonight, I need to be able to walk." you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

Pepper Potts: Walking into your apartments living space, you pout as you see the two suitcases by the door. "Pep! Do you really have to go?" you whine, walking into your bedroom where your girlfriend is packing.

"Yes Y/N, I do. You know that baby. Don't worry, with work you won't have time to miss me. It's only three weeks babes." she says, hugging you. "Plus it's a work trip, love."

"Yeah, but you're going with Stark! I don't trust him Pep!" you whine, hugging her back.

"Baby, its going to be fine. Tony knows I'm with you. Stop pouting Y/N, you look like a child."

"If I'm a child that means you can't leave me here alone. That's a good thing." you say pouting more.

"Baby, enough of this. How about this, you quit the little pouty baby act and I leave you the good vibrator and my favourite blazer, does that sound good? That way you can tape yourself making yourself cum looking all pretty." your eyes light up at her dirty words, snatching the blazer and toy from her extended hands. "That's what I thought. Good girl. I had better hear my name fall from these pretty lips, understood?" She says, hand coming up to ghostingly brush her fingers across your lips.

"Yes ma'am. Love you Pepper." you whisper, leaning in for a kiss...

Peter Parker: "Do you know how hard it was to explain where that sweater went? When did you even steal it?!" asks your boyfriend, Peter Parker, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, leaning in to plant kisses on the shell of your ear. You're standing in front of your locker digging through your bag, trying to find the homework from last Friday.

"Pete! That tickles! Quit it Peter! I stole it on Saturday! While you were in the bathroom!" you giggle, squirming in his arms.

"You stole my sweater, you little sneak! Aunt May laughed at me this morning! All cause you snatched this!" he says, tugging slightly on the sleeve of the pullover you stole from his closet. The pair of you laugh together for a while.

Sam Wilson: You hear the front door open, so without turning to look you call out to your fiancée. "Morning Sammy! How was the run today?"

"It was great! You'll never guess who I met! Wow! Oh, wow thats a surprise! Please tell me that's all you're wearing!" he says, coming into the kitchen to see you in front of the stove in one of his button ups.

"Yes Sam, it is. Since you were in such a hurry to rail me last night, my panties and bra are both broken. So I helped myself to one of your many button downs. I figured you wouldn't mind the sight. Now tell me, who did you meet?" you say, not bothering to turn towards him.

"Captain America. Ran with him, sort of. Turn around, I wanna see how many marks I left. Sorry about your bra, I know you only bring one. I'll go out and buy you a new one later." he says spinning you around by your waist, admiring the many hickeys and love bites he left all over your chest and collarbones. "Fuck, you make me so horny baby. Can breakfast wait?" he whispers, peering down the oversized shirt to see your breasts and many marks scattered there.

"No, you can wait. Go sit down, be patient and wait till I'm finished making breakfast, you horndog." you say pushing him off of you playfully.

Steve Rogers: On your day off you had decided to head across town to the compound to hang out with your Avenger friends. "Y/N! Finally got a day off?!" says Bucky as you step off the elevator. You nod, smiling at him.

"Fury finally let you out of the damn building! Hurrah!" says Natasha, raising a shot glass in your direction before downing it.

"Nat, it's ten thirty in the morning. Don't you think it's a little early to be drinking?" you sigh, shaking your head.

"No. I'm Russian, it's never to early for a drink!" she says blowing you a playful kiss as you sit down.

"Don't mind her, she has a mission to go on later and doesn't want to go. Also, hey Y/N!" says Tony, waving from the kitchen. You wave back, smiling at him too.

"I'd be fine to go on the mission if I wasn't paired with a fucking newbie!" she yells at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You'll be fine Romanoff. He knows what he's doing." says Tony, dismissing her displeasure.

~Time Skip~ *2 pm*

"Look! I'm Cap! All brawn, no brain!" you joke, holding up the shield. "This has some serious heft to it, holy crap. Then again I don't work out daily like you lot do." your English accent really comes out as you speak.

"My girlfriend looks really cute holding my shield, dont you think Buck? Sam, eyes off her ass, she's mine. Hey baby." says Steve, pecking your cheek as he passes to go sit on the couch with Clint.

"Hell yeah she does Stevie. I bet she would look real adorable in your old clothes. You should really try to get ahold of those, Stevie." says the other super soldier, winking at you.

"Hi Stevie! Did you-?" you cut off, embarrassed, laying the shield on the floor.

"Hear? Yeah, but it's okay baby. I know you were just playing around. Come sit doll." he says, patting his thighs, smiling at you. Skipping over the shield, you cross the room to plop into his lap happily. You squirm a little bit to get comfortable, before leaning back onto your boyfriends broad chest. Lowering his voice, Steve whispers huskily in your ear. "But you're still getting on your knees for your Captain tonight, princess."

Bucky Barnes: "Hey Buck? What's in that box?" you ask, pointing to a small unlabeled box ontop of his dresser.

"It's my Winter Soldier mask. Go on, go look." he says predicting your next question.

"Thanks Bucky!" You chirp, putting you book face down on the nightstand before throwing back the covers of the bed you were both snuggled up in. You pad over to his dresser in your bare feet, popping the lid of the box off without issue. You gently pull the mask that's nestled inside out so you can get a good look at it. "It's so intricately made but yet still slightly malleable. Can I try it on? Please Bucky?" You comment.

"Go on doll. Put it on and give me your scariest growl." He says softly, giving you permission. You carefully position the mask on your face before fastening the strap around the back of your head. You turn towards your boyfriend and give him your best growl, which sends him into peels of laughter. "My god, you're fucking adorable doll. C'mere my little soldier. Look at your pretty little green eyes, just shining in contrast. So fucking cute." You walk around to his side of the bed and he grabs your head, pressing a kiss between your eyes. "Next time we fuck you're wearing this. I can't wait to hear your pretty little sounds get muffled by my mask. No objections, doll."

Bruce Banner: "C'mon Y/N! Give it back! I've got work to do! Come down from there! You're going to hurt yourself Y/N!" Yells your husband, chasing you through the compound, watching as you kick off your shoes and climb onto the kitchen island, still holding his lab coat.

"No Brucie! No lab work today! You need a break! F. R. I. D. A. Y., block my husbands access to the labs until tomorrow morning."

"Right away Mrs. Banner." Replies the AI.

"I'm still getting used to that." Says Bruce, smiling at the floor.

"What? The fact that we're married? Brucie, baby, it's almost been a year." You tease your husband.

"I know, I know. But please come down. I don't want you to get hurt."

Natasha Romanoff: "What the fuck? Where are they?" You hear your girlfriend say, holding the wrist of her Black Widow catsuit in her hand.

"Are you perhaps looking for these bad boys, Natty?" You say from the doorway, holding up your wrists, admiring the Widow Bites adorned there.

"What?! How?!" She says clearly confused.

"You know, they do say old habits die hard." You tease reaching into your back pocket, pulling out an old looking lock picking kit.

"My god, you mischievous little brat! You're lucky I love you Y/N, otherwise you would be in deep shit. Give me those! And that! Looks like I need to invest in some better locks, don't I? Love you baby." She says pulling you in for a kiss by your waist, but not before taking away the weapons and lock picking kit.

"I love you too, Natty. New lip balm? I like it." You say, licking your lips after pulling back.

Clint Barton: "Alright Y/N. Where is it?" Asks your boyfriend, Clint, leaning over you, keeping a steady grasp on your chin.

"Where is what, Clint? Give me a hint as to what you're looking for babe." You sass.

"Where is my glove? It's missing and you're the only one with access to it besides me." He demands.

"Kiss me first, then I'll tell." You say puckering your lips. His crash onto yours and you can taste his peppermint lip balm.

"There's your kids babe. Tell me now, please?" You pull him in close to whisper in his ear.

"Have a look where we keep our 'play' things, love."

"Seriously!?" You nod your head, winking at him.

Wanda Maximoff: "Y/N, that's Wanda's favourite. She always uses that one." Says Sam as you gather the cozy blanket in your arms to take to your arm chair.

"I am well aware of this Sam. Keep your nose where it belongs before it breaks." You say snarkily, letting your canines peek through a bit, as your tail whips behind you.

"Woah there kitty, don't bite my head off. Aren't you not supposed to wear hoods until your ear infection is healed? Order by Dr. Cho?" he comments, pointing to your head.

"I'll break it Sam, don't test me."

~Time Skip~ *20 minutes later*

"Y/N, baby, why are you all curled up in my blanket pouting?" Asks Wanda, crouching down to be closer to your height. Your only response is a quiet whimper as your ears twitch non-stop under your hood. "Ears bugging you again?" You nod slightly. "Do we need to put ointment in them again, babe?"

"No! No ointment! Yucky!" You whine, blatantly rejecting the idea. She smiles softly, reaching up to knock your hood back to examine the insides of your ears.

"I think we need some ointment and maybe a good cuddle. We've got a fussy little kitty on our hands who's in discomfort. If you let me put the ointment in, it's gonna make you feel better babe." She says, scratching between your ears.

"No! No ointment, Wands! Feels so gross! Don't like it!"

"Did I hear that the kitten needs her ear ointment?" Says Steve, coming into the room, carrying the all too familiar box.

"No!" You dive beneath the blanket, trying to fight the pair off.

"Yes you did Steve. Come here Y/N, you know its for the best." responds Wanda, grabbing your squirming form through the thick fabric. Eventually they get you pinned to the floor. Wanda ensures your hands are pinned you your sides with her knees as she holds your head still while Steve drips the ointment into your ears, ignoring your hisses and pained mewls. Once it's finished, Wanda scoops your tired form up off the floor and wraps you in the blanket like a burrito.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it babe?" She says, stroking your face with a thumb. You let out a weak hiss, showing your dislike to the ointment. "You're fine, babe. I love you."

"Love you too Wands. I'ma nap now."

"Okay baby, you take a nap."

Pietro Maximoff: "Ahhh!" yells the speedster, running into a wall, having lost control.

"Pietro, where are your shoes?!" asks Natasha, watching the whole thing with you by her side.

"I don't know! Someone stole them!" he exclaims, stomping one of his socked feet. He zooms out of the room, slipping all over the place. When he's out of earshot, you and Natasha both burst into giggles.

"Good plan Y/N. That was hilarious." says Natasha, high-fiving you as you continue to giggle about your boyfriends childishness.

Thor Odinson: "Y/N, I need my cape back." says your fiancee.

"But Thor! It's cozy! It makes the perfect reading blanket!"

"I'm going to Midguard, darling. I promise I'll bring you something back again. But please, my cape." you huff but hand it over to him. "Thank you darling. I'll see you soon." he plants a kiss on top of your head.

Loki Laufeyson:"Loki! Darling, look what I taught myself to do today! you say excitedly, as you approach your beloved on the throne.

"What did you teach yourself, my dear?"he asks, clearly amused by your enthusiasm. You raise your hands, showing that they are empty before there is a burst of white light in front of each hand. When the light fades Loki sees that you're holding his daggers. You spin them in your hands, grinning hugely at the man seated on the throne in front of you. "You little thief, those are mine! Give those back darling, I don't want you hurting yourself. But that is very impressive my love." he praises, holding his hands out for his sacred weapons.

Giggling with mischief, you shake your head before darting from the room, enticing the young prince to chase after you. "Come get them Loki!" you call back towards him, voice echoing off the castle walls. He gets up from the throne, grinning like a child again before chasing after you.

Lady Sif: Upon entering your shared quarters she looks around, trying to spot you. Thats when she hears the scrape of your sharpening stone across metal come from your walk in closet. When she opens the door, she comes across an adorable sight. You on the floor, wrapped in her cape with her sword across your lap. "Y/N, darling, what have we said about this obsessive behaviour?" she says gently, fingers finding there way into your hair.

"That I need to stop it. Sorry Sif, I was bored." you say as you smile up at her, handing her the sword and stone without hesitation.

"Thank you my darling. Why didn't you read a book instead?"

"I needed something to do with my hands. I've felt fidgety all day long."

"Oh all right, I guess that's fine then. Why don't you go lay in the bed while I put these away? I'll join you soon, my darling."

"Cuddles?"

"Yes my darling, cuddles." you grin at her, flouncing past her and flop onto your shared bed. "You're adorable Y/N. Absolutely adorable." she says looking back at you, seeing your little wiggles as you try to get comfy. You begin to whine, as she's taking too long for your desire. "I'm coming darling. I'm coming." You curl up into her chest, drapping your legs over hers.

Dr. Strange: "Y/N. Give me my razor back, I need to shave."

"But Stephen! You look so good all scruffy! I like your little mini beard! It's so cute!" you whine, holding the razor behind your back, underneath the Cloak of Levitation.

"Y/N, please, just give it back. It'll grow back in a few weeks, my love." your husband pleads, hand extended out for you to give him what he asked for.

"Yeah but then you'll just shave it off again! Just like you do every time!" you complain, furrowing your eyebrows. The pair of you lock eyes.

"Fine, but I'm shaving it tomorrow, got it?" he gives in, blinking first.

"Yay! Thank you Stephen!" you say, happily bouncing in place.

Carol Danvers: As you lay in bed, cuddling the cat laying next to you, you hear your door unlock, open and close again. You listen to Carols footsteps as they come down the hall of your apartment. "Knock knock babe. I'm coming in." she says outside your bedroom door.

"Hey Carol!" you say, trying to be optimistic as she comes in.

"Hey beautiful. How you feeling?"

"How'd you know I was sick?"

"You stole Goose. You only ever steal Goose when you're sick. Otherwise I would've found you asleep on the floor of my apartment with Goose on top of you." she says coming to check your forehead. "Are you gonna answer my question or no?" she kisses your forehead, reaching to pet her cat that you stole from her apartment.

"If I'm honest Carol, I feel like shit. But Goose makes it a little better." you say, stroking one hand down the length of the creature beside you.

"God, you're cute. I'm going to make you some soup, cuddle Goose. Love you bubs."

"Love you too!" you call after her.

She pops her head back into the bedroom moments later. "You do know he's a flerkin, not actually a cat, right?"

"Yes I know. But Goosie looks like a kitty, therefore I call him a kitty. A cute kitty at that." Carol rolls her eyes at your childish behaviour before blowing you a kiss.

T'challa: "You will bring her back safe, yes?" says the King of Wakanda, holding you close by your hips.

"Don't worry T'challa, love. I'm just giving her the authentic California experience that you failed to do. We will both be just fine, don't worry I grew up there. Now, I love you and I'll see you in a week." you say, pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss.

~Time Skip~ *one week later*

As the pair of you disembark the jet, you see your fiancee exit the building ahead of you. "You would think he missed us, wouldn't you Shuri?" you joke, continuing towards him.

"You would think so!" she says, laughing with you.

"Shuri! Y/N! You made it home safely! I'm so glad! I missed both of you dearly." says the King, gathering you both in his arms for a hug.

"We missed you too brother! You would've enjoyed the trip! We went to DisneyLand! And to a waterpark! says Shuri, grinning widely.

"Y/N went on rides? That's a surprise."

"Oh, no. You'll never catch me on a Disney ride, I watched her though. I've got some photos to show you later, but first I need a nap. Join me my love?"

"Always darling. Shuri, I want to hear all about the rides later, understood sister?"

"Of course brother! Of course! For now, I'm off to my lab, I did miss spending my days there."

"Of course you did, Shuri. Now, darling, are we really going for a nap, or did you have another motive to do with me?"asks your fiancee in your ear.

"I guess you'll have to wait and find out." you tease, winking at hmm.

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #wanda and pietro #natasha romanov #clint barton #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tchalla #lady sif #loki (marvel)#thor #tony stark #pepper potts #peter parker #bruce banner #dr strange

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Goddamn Shield

Word Count: 1269

Prompt: "Damn it, why aren't you obeying the laws of physics?"

"Hey Stevie!" you call down the hall of the compound. The blond turns around to face you, raising his eyebrows in response. "Could I call in one of those favours you own me from all of those times I've saved your ass?" you ask, crossing your fingers and giving him your best smile.

"Sure doll, what do you want from me? A ride somewhere?"

"Actually no, I was wondering if I could borrow the shield..." you trail off, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Yes, you can. But only as long as what you're going to be doing doesn't break any laws this time. Does it?"

"No! I promise it doesn't! I want to test something. I've done the calculations as to how it should fly and I want to check if I am right about my assumptions. You can help if you want and aren't busy." You smile innocently up at the super soldier.

"Then of course you can borrow the shield, especially if it means I don't have to bail you out of jail today. C'mon, it's in my room." You follow him down the many corridors of the compound. When you reach his door, you politely wait outside the room as he retrieves the shield from where it hangs on the wall. "Here you go. Have fun and don't hurt yourself." he says, placing the weapon in your hands.

"Thanks Stevie!" you yell, jogging back down the hall, towards the stairwell and throwing the door open and sprinting down them. You arrive on the laboratory level and return to your jog down the hall and use your key card hung around your neck to open the lab room you were working in before.

After hours of tossing the shield around the large room, you are becoming increasingly more frustrated with the weapon. When it lands again you check your note book and let out an ear-piercing scream, making the scientists in the labs surrounding you jerk their heads up. "Damn it, why aren't you obeying the laws of physics?" you yell at the shield laying on the floor. You pick it up and wildly toss it at the wall in dissatisfaction, without thinking of the consequences. The vibranium weapon flies back at you at full speed and hits you directly in the head.

"Y/n? Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?" asks Bruce Banner's voice from above your head.

"Go away," you whine, trying to roll away from him. "My head hurts,"

"That's because you got hit in the head with my shield, doll." says Steve's voice, joining Bruce.

"Huh?" you ask, super confused, prying your eyes open to look at your surroundings. "Oh, god. It's fucking bright. Why is it so bright in here?" you groan, rubbing your eyes.

"I'll get the lights," says Steve, moving away from your sight and flicking the lights off.

"Thanks Stevie," you mutter, smiling hazily.

"No problem doll. Now, I'm going to help you stand up, alright?" Steve says, leaning down and taking your hands in his.

"Why?" you squawk, as he slowly pulls you up.

"So we can take you to the med-bay. You have a nasty cut on your forehead. Who thought it was a good idea for you to be left alone with the shield?" asks Bruce, walking beside you, ensuring you don't fall as you look extremely unstable on your feet.

"I did, Banner. I thought she was going to be safe and not injure herself. Clearly I was wrong, huh doll?"

"Sorry, Stevie. I was frustrated and not thinking right. I just threw it and the next thing that I know is that I'm waking up on my lab floor with you pair hovering over me. Just take me to the med-bay, stitch me up and let me get on with my day. I still have to recalculate the physics and test the shield again." you wave your hand dismissively at the men flanking you.

"Actually, while we were waiting for you to come back, I looked over your mathematics. All the equations are right. Your math was all right. You didn't make a single mistake." assures Bruce.

"But, I was wrong? None of my test throws worked. There had to have been some sort of mistake!" you begin to fret, your breathing becoming heavier.

"Y/n, the shield doesn't follow the laws that other metals do. Vibranium has its own set of laws. If you want to understand them, we can set up time that you can video chat with Shuri. She will explain all of them to you. Just like she did with Tony and I." reassures Bruce, as you enter the med-bay. Your fellow scientist leads you to a empty gurney and pushes you to sit on its edge. He waves over a free nurse who grabs the nearest medical kit and walks over.

"Has she been checked for a concussion?" asks the young man.

"No, but shes coherent and has been talking and walking fine."

"Alright, just make sure to keep an eye on her for the next forty-eight hours and to keep this wound clean." says the nurse cleaning the skin around your wound with an alcohol swab before drying it with a piece of gauze. He dresses the cut with a clean strip of gauze and tapes it down gently. "There you go, just take it easy for the next two days and you should be alright." The nurse pats your shoulder, packs up the medical kit and walks away without another word.

"Alright, I'll be off now. Thanks for the help guys." you say, pushing off of the gurney and beginning to walk away.

"No! Get your ass back here! You're not going any where without me beside you! You heard what the nurse said, you need to take it easy." Steve says, placing a hand on her back.

"I don't need to be supervised constantly, Steven. You don't need to follow me around. I do know how to take it easy, you know." You brush him off and turn the corner, stepping into an empty elevator. You close the door before Steve can step in with you and ride it up to the floor where the common room is. Heading down the hall, you wander into the kitchen and make yourself a snack before returning to your quarters.

~Two Hours Later~

A knock on your door sounds. "Hey, its Natasha. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure come in!" you call, putting your book down and roll over to face the door.

"Hey!Heard you had a bit of a scientific accident. Hit yourself in the head with Rogers' shield. How'd that feel?" she asks, perching on the edge of your bed.

"Oh god, it hurt like hell Nat. Then Steve decides that he has to be responsible for me because I was told to take it easy. As if I haven't followed those orders all my life." The pair of you chuckle. "But I fell fine overall. Just a little bit of throbbing pain in my forehead, but that's to be expected. I mean, I did get hit in the head with a vibranium shield three hours ago. Is there anything you needed in particular Nat?"

"Yeah, actually I do. It's Tony's turn to cook dinner and he really doesn't want to cook and wants to know what your order for pizza is."

"Just cheese for me, if you don't mind." you smile at her.

"Alright, that's easy! See you later Y/n!" she leaves your room.

"See you, Nat!" you call back to her.

The End

#steve rogers #captain america #prompt list #prompt fic #bruce banner #natasha romanoff

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Fridge Jail

Pairings: Loki x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)

Authors Note: I have no idea where this came from but it's here so ... Enjoy!

Word Count: 929

"Where is Y/n?" asks Steve, wandering into the library room.

"Not sure. Maybe check the gym?" suggests Nat.

"Good idea, I just came from the garage where Tony's working on something and she's not there. I'll go check the gym now, thanks Tash."

"Mhm," mumbles the ginger in reply, already buried back into her novel.

"Hey Sam! Buck! Either of you seen Y/n in the last twenty?"

"Nah man, last I saw her was breakfast." responds Bucky.

"I saw her about forty minutes ago now, she was arguing with Loki. Surprise, surprise. You might want to go talk to him," offers Sam, taking a gulp of his water.

"Good idea. Thanks Sam!"

"No problem man!"

Steve makes his way through the compound searching through the common spots where Loki hangs out a lot. He finds him in the kitchen, making a mug cake. "Hey Loki, have you seen Y/n by chance?"

"Yes I have, Steven. If you look directly to your left, you will as well." points out the god of mischief, putting the mug into the microwave.

Steve looks to where Loki stated, and there you sit. On top of the refrigerator. Hands and feet bound, with a gag in your mouth keeping you from making much noise. "Loki, why is Y/n tied up, gagged and on top of the fridge?" asks Steve as you make small grabby hands in the direction of the blond.

"She was bratting, as per usual. I got the idea of sitting her atop the refrigerator from the internet. But seeing as I know that if I put her up there without any bindings she would simply jump off. Hence why she is bound. She is in timeout." Explains the god, smirking as he does so. The microwave beeps and Loki retrieves his delicacy.

"O-kay then. That still doesn't explain as to why she is gagged though,"

"I gagged her because she was whining and whimpering quite noisily. Darling he is not going to take you out from your timeout, you still have ten minutes left. Do I need to add another five? As I was saying, she was being overly whiny. And her whines attract unneeded-" Loki is cut off by you smacking your ankles on the cupboards beside you and crying loudly against the gag in your mouth. "For that, I am adding another ten minutes up there and five swats, darling. Are you sure you want to be fussing around?" Loki states, making you tear up a little.

"Reindeer games, why is Y/n on my fridge?" asks Stark, coming into the kitchen and grabbing and apple.

"Timeout." responds Loki simply. Tony shrugs, biting into his Granny Smith as he walks away. Turning back to Steve, Loki continues. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, her whines attract unneeded attention. Which is exactly what she wants when she is bratty. Hence the gag. Now, was there a particular reason you were searching for her, Steven?"

"Yes, there is. Her court ordered therapist phoned to say that Y/n has skipped the last three of their mandatory meetings. And that if she misses the next one Y/n will have to be placed under arrest and brought to the clinic through force." You cry out through the gag again as Loki shakes his head.

"Well then. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. She will be dealt with. What punishment fits the crime the best, in your opinion Captain?"

"I think that the denial of four orgasms should teach her a lesson."

"I like the way you think, Rogers. That sounds perfect."

~An hour and a half later~

"Stevie?" you whine, limping into the library room. You are only dressed in a baggy shirt and men's underwear.

Steve and Nat both look up from their respective books and coo sympathetically at you. "Hey Y/n, you alright button?" asks Steve, draping his book over the arm of the sofa. You shake your head, rubbing at your wrists, where the rope dents remain. "Oh, button. Come sit honey." You shuffle over and sit slowly on the cushion before whining at the discomfort.

"Nope, hold her up Steve, I'll stick a pillow underneath her." says Nat, lurching from her spot to go retrieve the thick throw pillow she tossed across the room earlier. As she returns with the pillow in hand, Steve carefully lifts you off the couch, ensuring not to as much as brush your 'goods'. Nat places the throw pillow underneath Steve's hands and helps him lower you back down.

"Did he at least give you one before he cleaned you up, button?" You nod. "It was good, huh?"

"So good. Always feels so good." you mumble, leaning into the man beside you. You snuggle your face under his chin and doze off as he picks his book back up.

A few minutes later Nat speaks up. "So, where did you find her?"

"Fridge jail, in timeout." Steve snickers as he say the words 'fridge jail'.

"Wait, fridge jail? Like all those fake ass videos on social media?" Nat giggles.

"Yep, just like those. But for real. Loki had her bound and gagged so she couldn't cry for forgiveness as she does or jump down. It wasn't bad planning. Maybe I'll use it on somebody else in this room who gets bratty sometimes." Steve side-eyes the woman on the opposite end of the couch.

"You wouldn't dare," Nat's face drops and she crosses her arms.

"Oh but wouldn't I?" Steve winks at the ginger.

La Fin

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The Peppermint Incident

Total Word Count: 4757

Authors Note: I wrote this for a friend by hand, it took me forever to type it all out into my computer, so I really hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: there's cursing? i think that's it? like it's fluff not much to warn about.

Tony had always utilized the ‘spiders hate peppermint’ thing in his life.He kept a little spray bottle of peppermint oil infused water on his desk in the workshop to spray at small spiders that he found. One day, while he was aimlessly fidgeting with a nut and bolt on the couch, he had the brilliant idea to see what Peter’s reaction was to peppermint, seeing as the kid was technically part spider.

Their next lab day he decided to test it out. “Hey Pete! Come here for a sec, would you?” he calls across the lab.

“What’s up Mr. Stark?!” asks the teen, popping up in front of him seconds later.

“Don’t hate me for this, okay? It’s just an experiment I want to try,” says the man, reaching for the spray bottle on the corner of his desk. Before the teen can question what’s about to happen, Stark is spraying him in the face. The boy sputters a bit before taking a breath and making a foul face. It becomes worse when Peters tongue darts out to lick the water off his lips. Peter legitimately hisses at his mentor before throwing himself upwards to crawl across the ceiling ten feet before just sitting there. “Pete? You good?” calls Stark, setting the bottle back on his desk. All he receives in response is another hiss. The billionaire shrugs and turns back to resume tinkering with an old suit.

A while later, roughly thirty minutes, Pepper comes into the lab looking for the pair. “Tony, where on Earth is Peter?” she asks after a scan of the workshop.

“He's throwing a tantrum on the ceiling,“ is Tony’s reply, pointing to the pouting teen on the ceiling.

“Why is he on the ceiling? Peter, why are you up there, sweetie?” She strides over to stand directly under the boy.

“Mr. Stark was trying to make me puke!” complains Peter, pointing accusingly at his mentor.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Like I said. He's throwing a tantrum. Has been for like the last twenty five minutes. Just ignore him, Peps.”

Ignoring her boyfriend, Pepper questions Peter a second time. “Peter. What did Tony do to try and make you puke?” she keeps her voice calm, despite the slight annoyance in her eyes as she glares at Tony.

“I don't know what it was, Miss. Potts! But he sprayed me in the face with something and it was really really gross! I nearly puked!”

Turning towards Tony, Pepper crosses her arms. “Tony. What did you do to Peter?”

“I just did a completely harmless experiment on the kid, Pep! He's fine, just throwing a tantrum. And kid, there had better not be any marks left on my ceiling!”

“Anthony Edward Stark. What did you spray in Peter’s face?”

“Just a little bit of my peppermint oil infused water! Nothing that's gonna hurt him! He's just being overly dramatic!”

“Tony! Spiders hate Peppermint! How could you?!” Pepper yells, fuming. She takes a deep breath before speaking again. “Anyways, dinner is almost ready, so get yourself cleaned up Tony, you're a mess.” Tony hangs his head slightly at Peppers words. Pepper waves to the oil all over Tony’s clothes before continuing to speak to Peter. “Peter, sweetie, come on down from the ceiling. You need to eat, and I’ll let you have Tony’s dessert since he decided to be an absolute jerk. You pair have five minutes before I send Natasha down here after you.” She leaves and as the door begins to shut behind her , the enhanced teen flips down off the ceiling, landing squarely on his feet.

“Pete, buddy, I’m sorry,” says Tony, trying to grab the kids arm. Peter easily gets his arm out of the mans grip and heads out the door. He jogs up the stairs and manages to catch the elevator door before they close around Pepper. He steps in with her and smiles shyly up at her. He had purposefully avoided Tony seeing his face, as to not make him feel worse.

“Hey sweetie, look at me a moment? Oh Pete, your eyes are all red, bubs. Are your eyes itchy or sore Pete?” she says, taking a gentle grasp on his chin.

“They’re really itchy, Miss Potts. I’ve been trying to not itch them though. Was I really being overly dramatic like Mr. Stark said?” He looks up at her, big brown eyes in full display.

“No sweetie, you weren’t. May called and said she’s not going to be home until late and since it’s Friday she said if you want to stay for the weekend, you can. C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen. I want you hop up on the counter, I’m going to wipe your eyes with a warm cloth. Hopefully that helps the itch.,” she says, leading the teen off the elevator, an arm around his shoulders, hugging him to her side. “Peter, sweetheart, don’t be afraid to put an arm around me. You’re a part of the family now, and I know you like physical affection.” encourages Pepper, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“Thanks Miss. Potts!” Peter whispers under his breath. The boy wraps a hesitant arm around her waist, a small smile spreading on his lips when Pepper drops a soft kiss onto his curls. When they reach the kitchen Peter hops up on the counter beside the sink while Pepper hunts for a clean dish cloth.

“Peter! What happened to your eyes?! They’re all red, honey! Have you been crying, Peter?” asks Wanda, noticing Peter’s red eyes in a heart beat, motherly instincts turning on.

“Well Mr. Stark sprayed peppermint oil infused water into my face, and it’s really irritated my eyes, and it nearly made me throw up. Don’t worry Miss. Maximoff, I’m okay, my eyes are just really itchy and slightly swollen.” reassures Peter haphazardly.

“Don’t worry, Wanda. I’m about to put some warm water on this cloth and try to clean out his eyes. You can go and finish up the food. Natasha, can you go find Tony?” Pepper asks after checking her watch.

“No problem Miss. Potts. Sam, stir this continuously.” order the red head, throwing a playful wink to Pepper before handing her wooden spoon off to Sam.

“I swear to God, Natasha!”Yells Pepper at the gingers retreating form, turning to sink on.

“You love me Peps!”she calls back, turning the corner.

When the water is warm enough, Pepper soaks the cloth in the water completely before shutting the tap off. She wrings out the cloth thoroughly. “Pete, sweetie, tilt your head down just a bit for me, thank you.” She begins to gently dab at the boy’s eyes, hearing him sigh with relief when the cloth touches his swollen under eyes. “Does that feel good, Peter? Less itchy?” she asks gently.

“Mhm, it does Miss. Potts, thank you,” hums the teenager, leaning into her touch slightly.

“You’re welcome Pete. You can call me Pepper, you know. I won mind. Do you want to stay the night, hun?” she asks, noticing Natasha’s return, dragging Tony by his ear.

“I think I will Pepper, if I’m welcome, that is,”

“Peter, sweetheart, you’re always welcome to stay the night here! You know that! How do your eyes feel now? A little better?” She pulls the cloth away to look closely at his eyes. They are considerably less swollen and now a dull pink around the edges instead of a bright red.

“Yeah, they feel a lot better. Nowhere near as itchy now. Thank you so much Pepper!” he says her name hesitantly. He hops off the counter and wraps both arms around her waist in an unexpected hug. “Thank you again,” he mumbles as Pepper drops the cloth into the sink.

She hugs him back, planting a firm kiss on the teens forehead. “You’re welcome honey. We can watch a few movies tonight as a group in the main room after dinner. But not until you’ve spoken to Tones, okay?” she whispers.

“Okay. You give good hugs. They’re like Aunt May’s,” the teen mutters, not letting go of her yet, clearly not ready to give up the affection he’s receiving.

“Tony says my hugs remind him of his mothers. He buries himself in my arms every chance he gets when we’re alone. I’ll always give you a hug, okay Pete? So will most of the others.” assures Pepper in his ear, rubbing small circles onto Peter’s spine.

“I know. I get hugs from Miss. Romanoff, Miss. Maximoff, Mr. Barton, Mr. Maximoff, Mr. Thor and Dr. Banner quite often. It’s really nice, plus all the hugs I get from Aunt May. But there are some days I really wish I could just stay in someones arms, but I feel like a burden so I don’t usually ask.” He says, pulling away from Pepper.

“Oh, Pete. You’re really touch starved, aren’t you? Trust me honey, I know exactly what you’re talking about. If you ever need extra hugs when you’re here, don’t be afraid to ask. No one here will judge, all of us have those days. Pro-tip, Natasha get those days most often, even though she won’t admit to it. And she gives really good hugs. I actually think today is one of those days for her. You should ask her to cuddle during the movie, I think she would really like that.” says Pepper, motioning discreetly to the ginger woman setting the table.

“You think so?!” Peter asks, brown eyes wide with contentedness.

“I know so. Why don’t you go make up with Tony while we finish up in here? God your big brown eyes are just fucking adorable. Go one honey.” She ruffles his hair, sending him out towards her boyfriend.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter says softly, tapping his mentors shoulder.

“Yeah Underoos? Oh! Peter! I’m so sorry kiddo! I didn’t mean any harm, I promise!” gushes the billionaire, spinning quickly on his heel and grasping at the teens shoulders as if he was going to bolt at any second. Despite the fact that Peter could easily get out of his grip due to his super strength.

“It’s okay Mr. Stark, I forgive you! No harm was done, really. And if there’s sticky marks on your ceiling again, I promise I’ll clean them off tomorrow.”

“Alright, as long as you’re not mad at me. What happened to your eyes, Pete??! Did the peppermint oil do that?!”

“Yeah it did. But don’t worry Mr. Stark, Miss. Pepper helped make it better with some warm water! It feels almost normal now! Miss. Pepper says we can watch movies after dinner! I’m so excited!” says Peter, effectively changing the subject, distracting Stark from his negative thoughts.

“Oh really? Did your Aunt call? Are you staying the night, Underoos? And why is she Pepper and I’m still Mr. Stark?! That’s not fair, I’ve known you longer!” Peter giggles at Tony’s antics.

“Yeah, I’m staying over! pepper said May called to say she’s working late and that if I wanted to stay, I could! So I decided I’m gonna stay the night and stay up really really late! She’s Pepper cuz she gives me hugs, Mr. Stark!”

“Really really late, huh? I would bet money on the fact that if someone cuddles you, you won’t make it past nine pm, Parker.” Says Pietro, pausing beside the pair briefly before zooming off again. Peter pouts at the Sokovian mans teasing, which makes Stark laugh.

“Who gave Pietro coffee?!” yells Wanda from the kitchen, followed by Pietro’s unmistakable giggles.

“My fault! I gave him the wrong cup at Starbucks earlier! Tried to take it back but he just zoomed off, like a little brat.” Clint replies, hugging the Sokovian girl around the waist, kissing her temple in apology. “They accidentally switched up the lids, so it’s not really my fault, if you think about it Wands.”

“Mhm, whatever you say, Clint. You’re the one dealing with him when he wants to go running at fucking midnight, tonight.” she says, shrugging him off to drain the pasta. Once it’s drained , she pours it into the homemade sauce bubbling on the stove still.

“Natasha. Put the vodka and shot glasses back.We’re javing a movie night tonight, we don’t need a drunk and fussy assassin. Plus the fact that I watched you tip back three martinis at lunch. Put the bottle all the way back on the shelf, missy. You’re not as sneaky as you think you. There you go. Thank you. Tony! We might need to get the Nat proof locks out again for the liquor cabinets!” Pepper scolds the redhead before calling to her boyfriend.

“Okay! I’ll do it in the morning!” Stark calls back, chuckling.

“Pepper! I’m not a fucking alcoholic! You don’t need to lock up the alcohol again! I’m just kinda spacey today and the burn of the vodka helps!” complain the Russian, stomping her foot, like a toddler would during a tantrum.

“I know Nat. I’m just joking and so was Tones. Would a hug help with the spaceyness, hun?”

“I dunno... maybe,”

“Come here, you tiny little thing,” teases Pepper as she pulls Natasha into her arms, allowing the smaller woman to bury her face in her chest. After a couple of minutes pass Pepper speaks up again. “That any better Nat?” she drops a gentle peck onto the roots of Natasha’s hair.

Natasha slowly pulls out of the embrace before looking up to the strawberry blonde. “Yeah, it kinda did help. Thank you, Pepper. Can I have one shot? Just one, please? I like to mix it in the sauce Wands makes. She never puts any in because most nights we have it Peter’s here and he’s underage!” The master assassin pouts at Pepper, pulling out her best puppy eyes, her bare feet tapping on the wood floors softly.

“Not once have I seen Wanda put alcohol in anything she cooks for us. But yes, I’ll allow you to have two shots at dinner, just because your big green eyes and little pout are adorable.” says Pepper, pulling the vodka bottle back down from the shelf and handing it to the spy who grins excitedly and grabs a shot glass before heading to set both items by her usual placement at the dining table.

“Dinner is ready! Come eat guys!” calls Wanda, setting the last dish of food on the able and clapping her hands. “Pour some of that in my glass Natasha. I’m tired after all that cooking, I need a bit of a pick me up.” Wanda holds her empty wine glass in Nat’s direction, who automatically pours her a healthy amount of the highly alcoholic drink. “Thank you very much.” The young Sokovian downs it in one large sip as the rest of the group seats themselves respectively around the table. Once everyone one is seated they all begin to dig into the food in front of them.

“The food was amazing Miss. Maximoff! Thank you for cooking for us!” Peter says appreciatively as he drys dishes next to her.

“You’re welcome Peter! I’m glad you enjoyed it! That’s the last one! Just let it drip dry, I don’t want your hand to get stuck inside it honey.” she says, placing one of Steve’s bottles in the drying rack.

“Peter! Want some dessert?” calls Pepper from the freezer.

“Dessert?!” yells Nat from the living room, head jerking up from her book, hair flying from the sudden movement.

“Ice cream! We’ve got Vanilla or Rocky Road!”

“I’ll take some Rocky Road please!” yells Nat, before burying her nose back into her novel.

“Okay, what about you bub? Vanilla or Rocky road?”

“Vanilla please Pepper. The chunks in Rocky Road bug my sensory.”

“Alright, one rocky road, one vanilla. Anyone else want any?”

“I would love some Vanilla Pep!” yells Tony. Pepper ignores him, not intending to give him any.

“I’m good!” call the super soldiers, Sam and Clint.

“No thank you Pepper!” calls Bruce.

“And you and Pietro?” Pepper asks Wanda.

“I’ll have a little bowl of Vanilla and none for Pietro. Sugar turns into pure energy for him and with him already being high strung from the coffee, he doesn’t need any more energy, thank you.”

“I would adore a bowl of Rocky Road Lady Pepper.” says Thor, walking into the kitchen to refill his water glass.

“Alrighty then! Two Rocky Road and three Vanilla.” says Pepper, pulling the ice cream tubs out of the freezer and placing them on the counter and bumping the freezer shut with her hip before searching for the ice cream scoop and setting it on the counter beside the ice cream, she quickly counts out five bowls before crossing the kitchen again.

“Lady Pepper, before you strain yourself, let me make this a little faster.” says Thor picking up the scoop before Pepper can, gently nudging her out of the way. He effortlessly scoops through the nearly solid, chunky Rocky Road, portioning out tow even bowls before moving to rinse the scoop off. He then performs the same act with the Vanilla, only he makes one slightly larger and another slightly smaller. “One small for Lady Wanda and a larger one for young Peter. I’ll take mine and Lady Natasha’s,” he says as he quickly deposits a spoon into each bowl. He fits the respective lid to each tub before balancing both bowls on one of his large hands.

“Thank you Mr. Thor!” cheers Peter, picking his bowl up. A gigantic grin spreads across his face, eyes scrunching up from his smile.

“You are quite welcome young Peter!” Thor throws the teen a friendly wink before heading back towards the living room.

“Both of you can go sit in the living room, I’ll clean this up. Peter remember what I told you about Nat.” says Pepper, putting the scoop into the dishwasher.

“Right! Yep, I remember! Thank you Pepper!” replies Peter happily around a mouthful of his ice cream. He practically bounces out of the room, shoes not helping control his powers.

“Peter, bub, if you’re going to bounce I’m going to need you to take your shoes off. I don’t want you to put scuff mark on the tile.” calls Pepper, shaking her head at the teens energy. She hears his little disappointed whine and Wanda’s little giggle before his bouncy steps turn into regular ones. “Thank you sweetie!” When she enters the room she sees Peter curled up on top of Nat in the arm chair beside the couch, his shoes neatly beside the chair on the floor.

“Can we start the movie now? Hey! Where’s my ice cream?!” whines Tony when Pepper doesn’t give him the bowl in her hand.

“You hurt Pete, you don’t get any dessert today,” says Pepper, pecking her boyfriends cheek as she kicks off her shoes to curl up on the love-seat beside him.

“That’s no fair,” he whines, resting his head on Peppers shoulder.

“Life’s no fair, Tones. Say ‘ah’, I’ll let you have a bite of mine, big baby.” Pepper chuckles at his pouty face before giving in and feeding him a bite of her ice cream.

“Fank you Pep!” he manages around the ice cream in his mouth, grinning up at the strawberry blonde woman. She just chuckles at his happy face. “Fuck, that shit’s cold,” Stark mutters.

“As sweet as this whole thing is, because it is really sweet, but some of us actually want to watch the movie. If you will, Tony?” says Clint, clearly irritated, earning grumbles of agreement from around the room.

“Yep, sorry everyone.” apologizes Stark, pressing play on the movie. Out of the corner of his eye Stark can see Peter begin to wiggle with excitement in Natasha’s lap, a wide grin spread on his face, causing his eyes to crinkle up again.

"Pete, stop wiggling bud. You're gonna drop the bowl. I know you're excited but you've got to relax kiddo," says Nat lovingly, stopping his hip from moving with a gentle hand.

"Oh, sorry Miss. Romanoff," the boy mumbles, stilling immediately. Tony smiles as the boy readjusts himself so he is leaning against the red heads shoulder. Natasha reaches the hand that was wrapped around his waist up to wind her fingers into Peter's hair and cradle his head delicately.

"Pete, sweetie, you can call me Natasha, or Nat if you like. I won't mind kiddo." She whispers to him, leaning her cheek on top of his head.

About ninety minutes into Fate of the Furious, the groups third movie of the night, Pepper motions for Tony to peek at the pair in the chair. Their bowls and spoons are neatly stacked on the floor beside the leg of the chair, directly in front of Peter's shoes, so nothing happens to them. Both of the chair's occupants are fast asleep, cuddled together. "Ton, look! They're both sleeping!" she whispers.

"Awe! They're adorable! Both of our spiders are cuddled up together! They are both completely knocked out. Look at Pete, he's got his face tucked into Nat's necks! I bet he's sticking on to her right now. What do you think? The pair of them look so calm, especially Nat!" theorizes Stark, cuddling closer to Pepper unconsciously. She wraps her arm around him as he practically squirms his way into her lap.

"He probably is. Movie's almost finished, the good part is coming up, so pay attention." She agrees, beginning to scratch lightly at the brunets scalp.

When the end credits start rolling up the screen, everyone begins to stand up and stretch themselves out, apart from the sleeping pair who don't move a muscle. The two super soldiers and Sam begin to chat, a bit too loud for Tony's liking. "Rogers! Barnes! Wilson! The spiders are asleep! I don't know about you but I would like to live to see tomorrow! If you don't mind shutting up so we don't die at the hands of a tired and pissed off Romanoff, that would be just great!" Tony snarls, keeping his tone low as he points to the pair curled up in the armchair.

"Aw that's cute! And you're right Stark. Waking Natalia up is, and always has been, an absolute death wish." Agrees Bucky, smiling fondly at Natasha's sleeping form. Clint nods along with him, smirking slightly.

"Should we not try and move them to their beds?" asks Wanda, cocking her head to the right a little bit in her confusion.

"No! Wherever Lady Natasha falls asleep is where she must wake up! It is truly dangerous to try and move her whilst she sleeps. Trust me Lady Wanda, I have tried. I'm not quite sure about young Peter. However, I do know that the boy is truly quite sticky and abnormally difficult to remove when he does not wish to be removed," says Thor quietly, shaking out a blanket before softly draping it over the pair.

"So we're supposed to just leave them there?" ask Pietro and Sam at the same time, confusion on their faces.

"Yep, we don't mess with a sleeping or sleepy Nat. And Peter can be pretty grumpy if he's woken up too soon. Goodnight everyone," says Steve, turning to go to his room. Soon enough everyone follows the captian's move and heads to bed, until it's just Pepper and Tony left alone in the room with the sleeping pair.

"You ready to head to bed, Pep?" asks Tony, wrapping a lazy arm around her waist.

"As soon as I kiss Peter goodnight and tuck them in a bit . I'll meet you in the elevator." she says, leaning in to kiss Tony's lips fleetingly. Tony makes his way to the elevator and waits for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send it down to him from Thor's floor. Grabbing one of the hastily folded blankets off the couch, Pepper shakes it out and drapes on top of the one Thor put on the pair. Pepper then carefully supports herself on the arms of the chair before leaning down to plant a light kiss on Peter's curls, whispering an almost silent good night to the boy. She also takes the opportunity to kiss Natasha's forehead, smiling softly as she does. Leaning away, Pepper gently tucks the blankets around the pair.

When she joins Tony in the elevator, he automatically winds an arm around her, leaning a bit of his weight onto her. "Did you kiss Nat as well?" he questions.

"You bet I took the chance to kiss our little assassin goodnight. She's so stubborn when it comes to accepting affection. She's fine with hugs and the occasional cuddle, but tender forehead are a rarity. So every single fucking chance I get, I take it. She deserves more, but one will have to do, because I didn't want to risk waking her. Are you tired Tones? You're awfully snuggly tonight honey,"

"I'm exhausted Pep. I just want to curl up in bed with you and ahve you hold me all night long." He presses his face into her neck, not wanting to move for a very long time. Pepper wraps her other arm around him, so he's secure.

When the elevator doors open to their floor, Pepper waddles herself and Tony down to their door before opening it up easily. "C'mon Tones, let's get changed then we can cuddle all you like, my love. She coos, pushing the billionaire down onto the corner of the mattress to sit. Tony tries to just flop back and sleep there but Pepper pulls him upright and tells him to get undressed.

He groans but begins to strip out of his button down and slacks. Once he's gotten them off he tosses them into their hamper before literally crawling up to the head of the bed. "Pep! Hurry up!" he whines as he slides beneath the covers, getting comfortable.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she drops her clothes into the hamper on her way past. "I'm here now, you big baby. F.R.I.D.A.Y., lights out!" she calls to the A.I., climbing into the bed beside Tony. "Come here Tones. Cuddle time, my love." She pulls him into her chest, allowing him to entangle his legs with hers and snuggle is face into her neck.

The next morning Natasha wakes up to a light snore in her ear, the click of a phone's camera and Sam's familiar mischievous giggle. "Wilson. Delete those photos or you're a fucking dead man." she rasps without opening her eyes. Peter whines in her ear, causing her to reflexively shush him back into sleep. "Shhh, Petey, go back to sleep. It's just Wilson being a dick, go back to sleep sweetie. Back to sleep. Shhh, go back to sleep." Once she is positive Peter is fully asleep again she allows herself to relax back into a semi-conscious state for about an hour before she is woken back up by a pair of lips touching her forehead lightly.

"Morning Nat. Come on sweetheart, wakey wakey." coos Pepper.

"Mornin' Pep," slurs the Russian, dragging her eyes open to look at her.

"There she is! Breakfast is just about ready sweetheart. Do you mind waking Pete up for me?"

"Not at all Pep." she pauses to yawn. "Wait, Pep, did you kiss my forehead?" she asks, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up.

"I did sweetie. You're just so cute when you're all relaxed, it's hard to resist giving you a little kiss. Did you not want me to give you kisses, hun?" Pepper furrows her eyebrows, looking down at the half asleep red head.

"No! Not at all! I actually kinda liked being woken up with a kiss. Please don't stop, I was just a bit surprised is all," Nat insists, smiling up at Pepper shyly.

"Noted sweetheart, I'll give you kisses more often then. Wake Pete up and join us, okay?"

"Okay! See you in a few minutes!" says Nat before turning back to the boy who is still snuggled in her arms, sound asleep. "Pete, sweetie, time to wake up."

"Noooo! Not yet!" whines the teen, stuffing his face further into her neck.

"Yes now, Petey. It's breakfast time, buddy. Time to get up."

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah, breakfast Pete. Gonna get up?"

"Yeah! Thanks for the snuggles Natasha," says Peter, clambering off of her lap, smiling sleepily at her. He drapes the blankets onto the sofa next to them.

"No problem honey. I needed it too. Let's go eat!"

#irondad #tony stark #pepper potts #peter parker #natasha romanoff #thor odinson #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #sam wilson #clint barton #steve rogers #the avengers #fluff #pure fluff #fluffy avenger #james bucky buchanan barnes

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Wake Up, I Need You

Total Word Count:1282

Summary: it’s smut. All of it. That’s all. Thor smut specifically.

I wrote this for my best friend @desolatecarer in like all of three hours. It’s probably crappy but that’s fine, it was fun to write. Also available to read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40770543?view_adult=true

You wake up beside Thor to the Asgardian sun shining through your balcony window right onto your faces and an all too familiar stickiness between your thighs. You grin to yourself as a brilliant idea to mind. “Thor! Darling! Wake up, I have a surprise my love!” You simper in the lovers ear, waking him easily from his sleep.

“Yes daring? What is it?” Thor mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

“Give me your hand a moment,” Thor places his hand in yours and allows you to guide beneath the sheets. Locking eyes with the man beside you, you push his hand against your weeping cunt.

Thors eyes widen as you grind yourself against his hand. "Well this is one way to wake up," Thor growls in his hoarse morning voice before capturing your hips with both hands, rolling to his back and lifting you with ease to hold you above his face. “By Gods you’re fucking gorgeous my love. And fuck, look at you. You’re absolutely dripping with lust. Did you wake up like this, my queen? Needy for my touch?” Thor groans at the sight and sound of you clenching around nothing.

“I did! I did my love!” You cry out.

“Good,” is all Thor says before lowering your drenched heat to his mouth.

“Oh Gods!” You gasp out, feeling his warm tongue lapping against your quivering entrance. You feel Thor smirking against you quickly before you feel his tongue dip inside you.

“I forgot how good you tasted my darling. We can never let that happen again.” Thor groans against the sensitive flesh of your quim. His pause to speak is as long as his words are and before you know it the man beneath you is devouring you like someone who’s been starved of food for days on end.

“Oh! Thor! Fuck!” You shout, leaning forward slightly as he hits just the right spot inside you with the tip of his tongue. One of your hands shoots down to grip at his hair and the other to the grab the headboard. Thors hands find your hips once again as he pulls you farther onto his face so he can find that delectable spot inside you once again. Once he finds it a second time you give his hair a tug, trying to pull even closer. This earns a loud but low, rumbling moan from the god of a man between your thighs. “Fuck! Thor! I’m getting-oh shit! Really close! So -“ you let out a moan as the bridge of Thors nose nudges your clit beautifully.

Thor adjusts his hold on your hip to only one hand as his mouth travels from your hole to your bundle of nerves. His second hand strokes softly against your already shaking thighs before two deliciously thick fingers delve into your core. “Gonna come for me, my love? Gonna come all over my face?” Asks Thor, deliberately brushing his voluminous lips over your pulsing clit. He pumps his fingers into you steadily, a devilish smirk on his face as he wraps his lips around the pulsing bundle of nerves and begins to tease it with the tip of his tongue.

“Thor! Please! Please Thor! Let me come!” You all but sob, breathing becoming laboured as you try to hold back your orgasm.

Thor relinquishes his pleasureful assault in your clit. “Come for me, my queen. Let me feel you come apart all because of me.”

As soon as you hear those words come out of his mouth you allow your orgasm to wash over you. “Thor!” You scream as you feel him lapping up all you have to give him, as you clench down hard on his fingers which never leave your core. You pull hard on his hair in an attempt to balance yourself.

“Good girl. Good job, love. Did so well for me, my angel. Taste so delicious my love.” Praises Thor, delicately removing his fingers from inside of you as you begin to come down from your post-orgasm high. He sneakily pulls the thin sheet off of his lower body. “You did so well, baby girl, so fucking well.” Thor grab you gently by the waist, lifting you up and onto his hard cock. He gently lowers you down until you’re sitting in top of his, with his cock buried inside you. You let out s soft moan at the feeling of your lovers dick splitting you open after your earth shattering orgasm.

“Fuck Thor! You’re so big! I feel so full!” You whine, letting your head fall back. “Love having your cock inside me. Love being stuffed full of your big cock, Thor.” You moan, beginning to rock your hips back and forth.

“You look so pretty with my dick inside your pretty pussy.” Praises Thor, hands returning to your hips once again. He starts sliding you up and down on his cock, meeting each downstroke with a soft thrust. “Look at you! Taking my dick so well!” He groans at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him with ease each time. “So warm and tight, like this pussy was built to take my cock!”

“Thor! Feels so good!” You whimper, clawing at his thigh trying to ground yourself.

“Getting close again my love? I can feel you clenching around me. Gonna come a second time for me, my darling?” Thor starts to thrust up into you a little harder as his own orgasm approaches. You nod quickly as your legs begin to tremble. “Use your words my love, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg me to let you come again.” Thor Tainan’s. He halts his movements on your hips, choosing to change to solely thrusting up into you.

His words cause you core the flutter and ooze out more arousal. “Please my king, make me come again. Make me come so hard I pass out.” You whimper, hole clenching around him.

“Where do you want me to come, gorgeous? Where do you want your kings cum?” Thor groans, rubbing your clit in gentle circles.

“All over me! Please Thor! Let me come! Can I come please?!” You plead, squirming in Thors hold as he continues to his you g-spot with every thrust.

“Beg me darling. Beg for it, you dirty little whore. Beg for me to let you come.” Thor demands, slapping your cheek causing you to moan louder.

“Please Thor! Please let me come! Please let me come all over your cock! Pleas!” You cry, tears running down your cheeks as you legs shake uncontrollably as you hold back yet another orgasm.

“Come.” Thor orders. He throws his head back as he feels you come undone in top of him, the sobs shaking your body. He fucks you through your orgasm, pulling out right when he’s in the edge and shooting his cum onto your body. Once you’ve both come down from your highs, you fall off of your lovers body and roll to lay beside him once again. After a while of just laying there, Thor rolls over to take in the sight of you. “Look at you, all fucked out. Just because of me. All covered in my cum. So fucking beautiful.” You smile at him, tiredly.

“That was fucking amazing,” you croak, legs still shaking from the aftershocks of your second harsh orgasm of the morning.

“It was. Thank you for waking me up. That was a lovely surprise. I’ll go fetch a cloth to clean that off of you.” Thor stands up, bare naked and walks away to your ensuite as you lay in your bed, fully satiated and exhausted again.

#thor x reader #marvel #smut #degredation kink

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Girls dont want boys. Girls want Bucky.

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Wounded In Battle

Warnings: this work contains cursing

Word Count:1315 “No! I will not stand down! If Stark here had stuck to the fucking plan I wouldn’t have nearly lost a hand in battle!” Yells Natasha, throwing a glare at the camera in the corner of the room. Pointing her finger at the billionaires face, the redhead directs her glare towards him. “If Stark here learned how to work with the fucking team and not gone off the plan, my hand wouldn’t have had a fucking bullet put through it!” As Nat gets up in Starks face, the billionaire throws his hands in the air and leans backwards in his chair, trying to escape her anger without actually running away from the situation.

“Romanoff! Go cool off!” Yells Steve, pointing towards the door of the conference room.

“No, Rogers! I nearly lost use of my fucking hand because of him! This is not something I’m willing to let be brushed off as another goddamned accident!” Leaning forward, completely across the table and more, Natasha wraps her fingers into the fabric of Tony’s shirt, pulling him in close. “Either you step up and take more responsibility for the team or I’m going to make sure you hurt in training. You can bet that once I’m back in the field, Stark, I’ll be keeping my eye close on you. And, if you make another mistake like that one again? You can bet your ass that you’re losing one of your most valuable players on the team.” She snarls in his face before throwing him back into his chair.

“Clint? Can you…?” Mumbles Steve to the archer, who hasn’t said a word the whole time, motioning towards Nat.

“Sure thing Cap. Alright feisty, time to go!” Clint lurches out of his chair and walks right up to the injured woman and tosses her over his shoulder with no struggle.

“This isn’t fucking over Stark!” Yells Nat from down the hall, pointing her finger yet again at the terrified billionaire.

Everyone in the room lets out a breath once she’s out of earshot. “Wow! I have never Natasha that mad before Tones. You fucked up badly for Nat to lose her shit on you,” comments Rhodey, clapping a hand down on his best friends shoulder.

“Yeah Tony, it takes a lot to piss her off enough to the point where she’ll snap like that. You might want to watch your back around the compound and tread lightly around her for a while.” Says Bruce from the corner, looking shocked.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Clint has Nat trapped on the island while she pouts. “Nat, the wound needs to be cleaned, you know this.”

“I did it on the jet, Barton. It’s already been cleaned.” She snarks, holding her injured hand against herself.

“Yeah, you cleaned it in a fit of anger and pain. That’s not very effective. Hey Odinson! Mind grabbing the med-kit for me?” Asks Clint to the passing Norse God.

“Sure Barton. Lady Romanoff, I heard you yelling, I do hope you’re feeling alright.” Says Thor, easily reaching the medical kit that rests on top of the fridge.

“I’m fine Thor,” she grumbles.

“No your not, Tash. Don’t lie.” Comments Clint offhandedly, tapping the inside of her thigh playfully.

“Fuck off Clinton.” Snaps Nat, kicking at him half heartedly.

“Why is she not fine Barton?”

“She got hurt on the mission, nothing too bad, but it could’ve been. It was a really close call with a bomb.” Explains Clint, leaving out the part about Stark being the one to set it off with his repulsers, grabbing Natasha’s injured wrist and holding her hand up for Thor to see. “And Nat’s being a baby and not wanting to let me clean and dress her wound properly. I mean I could take you down to the med-bay if you’d prefer that Tash?” Clint raises his eyebrows, giving her a pointed look, knowing that if he embarrasses her in front of someone else it’s more likely that she will him do what he wants to.

“Take me down there and go home to your wife with a broken hip, Barton.” Threatens the redhead.

“That’s what I thought. Now, are you going to let me clean it?”

“Fine, do what you like.” Nat rolls her eyes, allowing Clint to begin unwrap her hastily patched, bloody palm.

“I’ll leave you pair now, have a good rest of your afternoon, I do hope your hand heals well Lady Romanoff.” Thor smiles kindly at the grouchy spy seated on top of the counter.

“God, you did a terrific job at cleaning this Nat! Would ya look at all this dirt still in the fucking wound.” Sasses Clint, popping open the white box and rifling through it for the antiseptic wipes. Nat rolls her eyes as he peels open the container, pulling one out. Ripping the top off the wipe, Nat braces her other hand on the edge of the marble counter top for the pain of Clint wiping out the dirt in her wound. Her jaw clenches shut as he wipes out the wound. “There! That’s done! You can breathe again Nat!” Clint rubs up and down her thigh, setting the wipe to the side, allowing the woman a chance to catch her breath.

“Fuck! That hurts like an absolute bitch!” Nat curses aloud, tilting her head back.

“I’m sorry, but I had to, Tash. I don’t want you getting an infection.” Clint apologizes, not liking seeing her in pain.

“I know, I know you did Clint. Still doesn’t help the fact that it hurts like a mother fucker every time.” She seethes through her teeth, shaking her hand to air out the wound and get the pain to leave.

“You done acting like a fool yet, Tasha?” Clint asks, waiting for her to put her wrist back in his hold. She gives him a pointed look before giving him her wrist to finish dressing her palm. Once it’s been properly bandaged in clean gauze and wrapped up securely Clint lets go of the spy’s wrist. “There, all finished. Now, knowing your body, I would suggest you go take a nap. You’ve been on the go since four yesterday morning because you won’t fucking sleep on the jet, you dumbass. Go to bed for a bit, catch up on some rest, I’ll call you for dinner, Tash.”

“Thanks Barton, I think I actually might do that. Adrenaline’s kinda run out but now. See you later.” Nat propels herself off the island with her good and and makes her way towards the elevator. As the doors glide open, out of the corner of her eye, she sees Steve coming down the hall towards her. Hopping in and spamming the close door button, she breathes a sigh of relief when the doors start to close, until a hand stops them from fully shutting. “What do you want Rogers? If you’re going to tell me I need to apologize to Stark, you can take your apology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. I won’t be apologizing to him or taking back any of the threats I made. I meant what I fucking said and I don’t intend on going back on my word.” She snarls at the blond man beside her.

“Nope, wasn’t going to say any of those things, I know better. But I was coming to make sure that you’re okay. Are you?”

“I’ll be fine. Barton took care of my hand for me.” She holds up her hand to show him the fresh bandages.

“That’s good, that’s good. Are you sure you’re okay, Nat? That was a really close call.”

“I’m fine Rogers, don’t worry about me. I’m just going for a nap, because I am absolutely exhausted. Clint’s gonna give me a call when dinners ready. See you later Rogers!” Nat skips off the elevator and down towards her room.

#marvel #natasha romanov #tony stark #clint barton #bruce banner #thor odinson #angst #fluff #one shot

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The Hunk In Apartment Twenty-Two

Summary: Your new neighbor is mysterious, rarely seen, quiet (mostly), and hot as all hell. A bad day gives you the chance to get to know him better, but will the truth make you run or make him even more alluring?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word Count: 6456

Warnings: Nightmares from Hydra, fluff, smidge of angst, smut, oral sex, overstimulation, sex w/o a condom

AO3 Link (the majority of my work is on AO3)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR REDISTRIBUTE MY WORK IN ANY FORM ON ANY SITE. 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT (MINORS DNI)

The apartment next door had been empty for nearly a year since Mr. Kellen had gone to a retirement home the spring before, so when you stepped out one Monday morning to go to work, you were surprised to see the door open. Unable to resist being nosey, you glanced inside at the same open plan design as your own home, the beige walls and bare floors almost too bright with the morning sunlight coming through the undressed windows.

“Uh, hi.”

A voice made you jump and the man in front of you almost smiled as you stepped back, a little struck by the handsome face staring at you. He was holding a box in his arms, and had a duffel slung over his shoulder, making it somewhat clear that he was your new neighbor.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, realizing the silence was dragging on. “Moving in?”

This time he smiled, awkwardly and a little lopsided. “Yeah.”

“Well, uh,” your cheeks filled with heat, “welcome to the building. Everyone’s really friendly here. I’m, um, next door?” You pointed limply at your own door and his eyes slid to follow for only a second before they were back on you, the intensity behind them almost as jarring as the sadness. “Y/N,” you offered, holding out a hand. He didn’t move, unable to, so you dropped the hand, grinning sheepishly. “I gotta get to work. It was nice meeting you.”

His only response was a slight nod but you were too busy trying to escape your own embarrassment to pay much attention, sliding around him towards the stairs. When you reached the bottom, your heart was pounding, and you swiped your face with your hand, pushing out the front door and onto the street.

The encounter lingered in the back of your mind all day, inspiring several internal debates on what to say if you saw him again when you returned home. In the end, you had no way to re-approach without making more of a fool of yourself but as luck had it, the mysterious hunk was nowhere to be seen and the door to apartment twenty-two was shut.

He turned out to be a fairly quiet neighbor, though you hadn’t been sure what to expect. You’d lived next door to Mr. Kellen for six years, and in all that time you’d only ever heard the occasional squawk from his cockatoo, Betty, or the old man yelling at his television during Thanksgiving football. Most of the time you were out during the day and during the evening, you tended not to hear anything over whatever you were watching or listening to. Four days passed without a single sound or sight of the new guy, and you were beginning to wonder if he was even living there.

The fifth night was when you heard the first peep from him. You’d given up on late night television and found nothing else to watch online, so you headed to bed with your kindle and some tea, snuggling down in your extra-thick comforter. At midnight, you heard a low moan, and for a moment, you thought you were imagining things, until you heard it again.

Putting the kindle down, you listened, hearing the moan get progressively louder. It didn’t sound like a sexy kind of noise, more like someone was being hurt, and when it suddenly ended in a loud yell, you felt your heart start to beat harder.

For a long while, you remained quiet and unmoving, unsure what to do, if anything. There wasn’t another sound but you still didn’t move, eventually drifting off to sleep.

It didn’t happen every night but it was frequent enough that you had questions. The man from number twenty-two didn’t show his face, and the only sign you knew he was there was the disappearing mail from the mat outside his door and the occasional yells in the middle of the night.

Another month passed, and finally, you saw him again. You had a week off from work, and intended on enjoying the warming spring weather from your tiny balcony, and on your first day of vacation, you headed out to the store for all the bad-yet-awesome snacks. With your goodies in hand, you prepared to walk home, and at the exit to the parking lot, you came face-to-face with your enigmatic neighbor.

“Oh,” you gasped, noticing the grocery bag in his arms, fruit poking out of the top to indicate his plans for the day were healthier than yours. For a second, you were thrown by the thick gloves that covered his hands, unusual attire for the warm late April weather. “Hi, again.”

He smiled, gesturing for you to go first out of the door. “Hello,” he replied smoothly.

“I was starting to think I imagined you,” you joked nervously and he chuckled, dropping his chin as he followed you along the sidewalk, cradling the paper bag against his chest. “Uh, how are you finding the apartment?”

“It’s nice.”

It didn’t seem he was one to talk much. You smiled tightly, walking slowly with him by your side, keeping exactly the same pace. “I guess we may as well walk back together? Unless you’re, uh, not going home?”

“I am.”

Well, he’s frustrating, you thought, nodding lightly. “I didn’t catch your name last time.”

“Bucky.”

“Have you lived in New York before?”

He smiled again and you felt an odd warmth in your chest as he fixed those melancholy eyes on you. “A long time ago.”

Four blocks of short answers was going to take forever. You focused on the sidewalk ahead, racking your brain for something to say before the silence killed you. “So, uh, what do you do for a living?”

The question seemed to throw him, a mild look of panic developing quickly on his face. “I’m between jobs.” He smiled awkwardly, meeting your gaze for a split second before he looked away again. “What about you?”

“Boring customer service,” you laughed. “It’s all over the phone so it’s not so bad.” Three blocks to go. “I’ve got a few days off actually. Gonna read some of the books I’ve got piling up.” He nodded, though you got the feeling he wasn’t really interested, which made your stomach churn uncomfortably. “Do you read, uh, books?”

What else is he gonna read? Cereal boxes?

“Yeah,” he muttered, clearly amused. “Got any recommendations?”

You blanked, stuttering over an answer. “Well, I just finished re-reading Harry Potter.” His lips twitched into a smile. “Tolkien is probably a lame recommendation, right?”

His smile grew, showing a little more of his teeth, and his cheeks dimpled around the stretch of his mouth. “I’ve read those.”

“So you like adventure stories,” you deduced and he laughed under his breath, nodding as you both turned onto your street.

“I like stories where the bad guys lose,” he replied, sobering a little.

You were already doing a mental inventory of your bookshelves. “Huh, well, I’ve got a few you might enjoy. I mean, you’ve probably read stuff like The Three Musketeers and Treasure Island. They make everyone read that in high school.” Bucky nodded, shifting his groceries in his hold. The gloves caught your eye again and a question about them bubbled up but you forced it back down, unwilling to shatter the new rapport you had with him. “But there are loads of more recent ones that were popular. Ready Player One is pretty good, and you know, anything by Neil Gaman. How do you feel about graphic novels?”

A frown crossed his face as you hit the second block from home. “You mean, like comics?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “Kinda. A little more adult.”

The penultimate block required crossing at the intersection, and you were so busy thinking about books to recommend that you nearly stepped right off the curb into traffic. A horn blasted loudly, and you found yourself in Bucky’s grip, almost dangling as you blinked in surprise and sudden terror.

“Careful, doll,” he murmured, releasing you slowly and you nodded, hugging your groceries to your chest. “You okay?”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” you breathed, caught up in his concerned gaze. “Sorry, I must seem like a total idiot.”

He smiled. “Light’s red now.”

After your near brush with death, you felt more than a little shaken, and the journey continued in silence until you reached the front door of your building. Bucky went ahead and opened up, holding the door for you, and you sheepishly smiled at him as you passed, waiting for him to catch up again. He followed you up the stairs to your shared floor, reaching his door first where you both stopped.

“This is me,” he mumbled, clinging to the grocery bag with one hand, holding his keys in the other. “Thanks for the company.”

“You’re welcome,” you rushed out, taking a shaky step backwards. “Listen, if you ever need anything…” You paused, unsure where you were going. “Sugar. Coffee. You know.”

He smiled with his teeth again, and the expression reached his eyes, the crows feet each corner becoming more pronounced. “Sure thing,” he replied softly. “Thanks. Again.”

You nodded awkwardly, then stepped back and turned, hurrying away to your door. When you reached it, you fumbled for your keys, glancing back on a chance - he was still there, key in the door but unmoving, watching you with a strange half-smile. Heat flooded your face and it felt like you couldn’t get the key in properly, only managing as Bucky’s door shut quietly and relieved you of your audience.

Once inside, you almost collapsed. For such a simple and short encounter, it had left you breathless and worked up, and you couldn’t figure out why. Sure, you’d been flustered around attractive men before but Bucky wasn’t just attractive, he was drop-dead-panty-ruining gorgeous and you were positive you’d just made an absolute fool of yourself.

Your phone beeped in your pocket, so you headed for the kitchen, unloading your groceries before checking the message. A single notification glared at you from your best friend and the heat in your face got a little worse as you opened it.

Did I just see you walking down Main with a male model or am I imagining shit again?

Laughing, you typed out your answer, sending it back within seconds.

That’s the guy who just moved in. We ran into each other at the grocery store.

You weren’t sure if she’d remember your new neighbor after you’d mentioned him in passing shortly after the first encounter.

That’s him?! 👀 Pls tell me you got his name this time

Dropping yourself onto the couch, you tapped to start a reply but before you could, Kate’s name and face appeared on your screen, video calling you. You answered, smirking as she glared at you through the camera.

“Bucky,” you informed her. “His name is Bucky.”

“Girl, if I was living next door to that, I woulda spontaneously combusted by now,” Kate announced, prompting you to laugh again, the phone shaking in your hand. “So you walked four blocks with him and only got his name?”

“He’s not very talkative. I think he likes books but that mighta just been me talking my ass off,” you groaned, pressing your hand against your face as Kate laughed. “Seriously, I think I probably qualify as that weird chick next door.”

“You gotta try and see him again.”

“What, so I can qualify as the weird stalker chick next door instead?”

“I dunno,” Kate chuckled, glancing away from the screen. “Maybe try a housewarming gift or something. I gotta go, Meryl’s coming and I don’t wanna get written up. Call me later.”

The screen went blank before you could answer and you stared at the phone, chewing the inside of your cheek as you thought about what she’d said. “A housewarming gift,” you mumbled, lifting your gaze to the books lining your shelves and piled on the floor, some of which had become permanent residents of the carpet.

A few hours later, and you’d narrowed down a small pile of fantasy adventure books, specifically ones where the good guys win. You weren’t sure why that tidbit of information had stuck with you but then again, you’d been replaying the whole encounter in your head over and over since it happened, analyzing every cringey thing you’d said or done.

Almost getting hit by a car was probably the most embarrassing part.

It was dark by the time you slipped out of your apartment and placed the pile of books at Bucky’s door with a note on top saying “Welcome to the neighborhood” in your neatest handwriting and nicest pen. For a second, you debated knocking, but upon hearing some shuffling around behind the door, you panicked and bolted right back to the safety of your apartment.

It was hard to sleep that night. There wasn’t any sound beyond the usual traffic and noises of the city but you couldn’t stop thinking about the books and whether it was a stupid idea. He was probably only being a gentleman when he spoke with you, when he walked back with you - there was every chance you’d definitely just earned the title of “weird stalker neighbor chick”.

You didn’t see Bucky the next day, nor the day after that. Occasionally, you heard music from the other side of your bedroom wall, what sounded like older tunes, things that your grandparents probably would have listened to, but nothing you could place, and nothing that you would have thought a guy Bucky’s age would listen to. Except you didn’t know anything about him, so making assumptions was completely pointless.

At least the pile of books had disappeared.

Your week off ended too soon and it was back to the grind. Every day when you left or when you returned, you hoped for a glimpse of him but all you saw was his post on the mat in the morning and it was usually gone by the afternoon. Sometimes he’d have parcels delivered but you never saw the man himself retrieve them.

Kate suggested stealing a letter one morning and returning it to him under the guise of misdelivery. You hadn’t felt comfortable with the idea in the slightest, though you thought about it for about ten minutes one Monday when you’d heard more of the strange yelling in the night. No one ever seemed to visit him and he never seemed to go anywhere; it made you worry, despite knowing nothing about him.

Spring turned to summer quickly and one ridiculously humid August night, you were lounging in front of a large fan with just a crop top and some shorts on, trying to focus on a book. A knock at the door made you jump and you peeled yourself from the chair, slouching towards the door.

You were surprised to see Bucky on the other side.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly, giving you a little wave.

“Uh, hi?” you replied, suddenly self-conscious and tugged the door a little more closed to cover yourself.

“Listen, I, um, wanted to apologize?” he stammered out. You frowned, uncertain what he was apologizing for. “I’ve not been very… neighborly, and I shoulda said thank you for the books - they were great, by the way, I really appreciated them.”

You blinked, mouth hung half-open, completely bewildered by his appearance and apology.

“So I came over to say thank you and also…” His cheeks were darkening and he scratched at his jaw with a nervous chuckle. “Do you have the same AC in there as I do? Because I’ve been trying to work it out and -”

“Oh!” You gasped, remembering Mr. Kellen’s frequent issues with the AC. “Yeah, uh, the button in the pantry, you have to flick it a couple times and it’ll buzz when it connects properly. It’s a pain but it does work. Eventually.”

Bucky smiled, showing his teeth, and something in your belly clenched unexpectedly. “Thanks. Again.” He glanced around, scratching the back of his head, and you noticed the way he held his left arm behind his back - why was he wearing a long-sleeved shirt when it was a thousand degrees outside. “Um, I wanted to ask, if maybe, uh, you’d like to grab a drink some time?”

You stared at him. “A drink?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, unable to meet your gaze now, visibly out of his comfort zone. The way he was stammering and shifting on his feet was reminiscent of a nervous guy who’d once asked you to the prom and it was incredibly adorable. How did a man this hot get so anxious around women? “Beer. Coffee. Just, a, uh, a drink.”

“Sure,” you replied slowly, trying to appear casual. “That sounds great.”

He nodded, not appearing any more relieved by your answer. “Great, great,” he mumbled, jerking a thumb in the direction of the door. “I better -”

You smiled, watching him back up with a degree of amusement. “Yeah, sure. See you later, Bucky.”

It was silly to get so worked up over an offer of a drink that was probably made out of gratitude but you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy as you texted Kate to tell her what happened. The subject made it into the girls’ group text and your evening disappeared into threads of possibilities.

The heatwave broke the next day, with a huge storm starting around lunchtime. You hadn’t dressed for the weather so rushing from work to home without getting wet wasn’t happening - you were drenched by the time you reached the building and miserable to boot. Climbing the steps, you left a trail of water on the wooden floor all the way to your front door.

You fumbled for your keys, grumbling to yourself, briefly noticing Bucky’s mail still on the doormat. As you twisted the key in the lock, it stopped unexpectedly and as you tugged it, the entire thing snapped, leaving half the key embedded in the lock. You gaped in horror, rubbing your finger over the jammed mechanism, staring at the broken key with no clue what to do next.

Google provided the answer and you quickly found the number of a locksmith who could help out. Unfortunately, the guy wasn’t available for another four hours and with no children or pets locked inside, it wasn’t classified as an emergency. With an irritated groan, you banged your forehead against the door, hard enough that it actually hurt, which only made your frustration grow.

Mom would be at work, Kate too, and they weren’t the sort of jobs you could just go hang out at. For a moment, you considered knocking on Bucky’s door but you dismissed that idea fairly quickly simply down to the fact that you weren’t brave enough to do it.

There was a diner across the street. You’d have to go and wait there until the locksmith could fix the problem. Which meant going out in the rain again but it beat hanging around in the hallway for hours. At least the diner would provide an option for dinner.

Stepping back out into the rain made you feel twice as cold as you had before and you rushed to get down the steps to the sidewalk. Your sneakers leaked as you trudged across the water-logged concrete, unable to determine where one puddle ended and another began and you weren’t entirely sure of your footing. As you brought your right foot down to step off the curb, the world seemed to fall away beneath you - you screamed, certain of impending doom.

Something caught you around the middle, hauling you back to safety before you could drown in the street. You flailed, your brain instantly deciding you were being attacked, and when the assailant let you go, you turned, not quite escaping his hold. Bucky’s earnest gaze stared back at you, and you exhaled in relief, wiping rain water out of your face.

“You really aren’t that great with sidewalks,” he quipped, smirking in amusement.

“I wasn’t expecting to find a pothole underneath the puddle,” you grunted, looking up as the rain came to a sudden stop, finding it was an umbrella blocking it, firmly clenched in Bucky’s hand. “Lucky me.”

“Rough day?”

“Something like that,” you sighed, holding out your keys and the broken brass one to your apartment. “They said four hours for a locksmith. I was gonna go wait in the diner -”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “Why don’t you come and wait in my place?” he asked.

“I don’t wanna be a bother,” you rushed out, suddenly mortified at the thought of being alone with him.

“You’re soaking wet,” Bucky insisted, taking your elbow and jerking his head back toward the building. “You’ll catch a cold, I’ve got some sweats and stuff you can borrow.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, even as your feet moved along the sidewalk with him. He only grinned and nodded, leading you up the steps, keeping the umbrella over you both until you were inside when he released you to collapse it and then headed up the stairs. You followed, chewing your lip nervously, hovering behind him as he opened his apartment door.

“I guess you know where the bathroom is,” he chuckled. “All these units seem pretty standard.”

You smiled as his intense gaze lingered on you for a few seconds, shivering as the cold wet of your clothes sank into your skin. “Uh, yeah, thanks.”

“There’s a couple towels in there. I’ll grab you something to wear.”

“Thanks.”

With one last smile, he turned away, disappearing down the hall to the bedroom. You headed for the bathroom, passing the kitchen and lounge, both of which were sparsely decorated with the bare minimum in furniture. It seemed a little odd, since he’d been living there for four months, most people would have accumulated at least a few things by now.

You shrugged, slipping into the bathroom just as Bucky came back with a handful of clothing. “They might be a little on the big side…”

“That’s okay,” you murmured, taking them gratefully. He paused in the doorway, mouth half-open as if he was going to say something and you raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“I’ll let you, uh -” He cleared his throat and backed out, closing the door behind him.

Peeling your pants off your legs was a chore and you hung your wet things over the towel rack, drying off with one of the plain white towels stacked by the sink. The bathroom was mostly empty - the shower shelf had one brand of shampoo, conditioner, and soap, all unscented and plain, and the cabinet was bare of anything except a can of shaving cream and a razor. His toothbrush was balanced on the sink with a brand of toothpaste you didn’t recognize. It was more like a hotel bathroom than one that someone used on a daily basis.

The clothes he’d given you were a little on the large side, a large gray t-shirt that covered you to your mid-thigh that seemed like it would be huge on him too. The sweats were easily secured by the pull cord around the middle, and they felt soft like they were brand new.

Realizing you were taking too long, you finished up quickly and grabbed your purse, grimacing at the wet leather. As you exited the bathroom, you saw Bucky in the kitchen with two beers, one of which he held up as you walked in.

“Uh, sure,” you smiled, slipping onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar, noting that he was still wearing his gloves, though he’d taken off his jacket. It was definitely an odd habit - maybe he had poor circulation? “Guess we can say we had that drink now.”

Bucky grinned. “Well, if you’re gonna be waiting a while for this locksmith guy, we could order take-out?”

You picked up the beer and sipped at it, nodding enthusiastically. Now you weren’t soaking wet, your mood had significantly improved and you weren’t feeling quite so apprehensive about being alone with the handsome neighbor. “There’s a great burger place down the street,” you suggested. “I think they’ve got an online menu.” He nodded, drinking his own beer, and your eyes lingered on his gloved hand, traveling the length of the bottle to where it touched his lips. Your mouth grew a little dry, so you took another swig, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Um…”

“The gloves,” he murmured, a tiny wistful smile on his face as he put the beer down.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “It’s just a little odd, and the long-sleeved shirts when it’s hotter than hell… poor circulation?”

Bucky laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “You know, my therapist tells me I gotta make friends, I gotta open up to people…”

You blinked, surprised by the turn of conversation. “Your therapist?”

“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s a long story,” he mumbled. “Maybe one day, I’ll tell you the whole thing, but… people look at you different, y’know?”

Tilting your head, you took a breath, trying not to panic or envision the worst possible things. Your mind was jumping right to “fresh out of prison” or something akin to that, but the look in his eyes told you that he’d experienced things you couldn’t possibly imagine. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Bucky,” you said slowly. “But I do wanna be your friend.”

His eyes almost sparkled when he looked at you again. “Just a friend?”

Despite the gravity of the conversation, you smiled. “Anything more than that, and you’ll have to take the gloves off,” you teased.

He didn’t respond immediately, holding your gaze for a second. Then, he looked down, tugging the gloves off, right hand first, revealing a perfectly normal hand, and then the left, revealing a mechanical hand that looked far more sophisticated than any prosthetic you had ever seen.

“Oh, wow,” you whispered in shock. His smile was a little lopsided as he held out his hand and placed it flat on the tabletop. “Is it - can you -”

“It feels just like a normal hand,” he explained. “It’s, uh, the whole arm, actually.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you one of those superheroes?” you asked, a little dumbly, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Nah, I’m no hero,” he replied. “Knew some of them, though.”

“So were you in the army or something?”

“Or something.”

It was obvious he was beginning to shift out of comfortable conversation, so you smiled, relaxing your shoulders as you picked up your beer again. “I mean, it’s pretty cool. Very unique.” You had a thousand questions now but you knew pressing him would likely make him withdraw so you changed the conversation. “Are you more a burger and fries guy or are you a salad man?”

Bucky grinned genuinely, grabbing his drink with a laid back stretch, settling onto the stool opposite you. “I don’t worry so much about carbs,” he laughed.

Inside his own home, his own space, however Spartan it was, Bucky was a different guy. He still oozed the same charm but he was far more talkative, even if he was slightly cagey on some of the details of his life. There were a few moments of melancholy when he spoke about his friends, or specifically, one friend, a guy named Steve, and though it wasn’t said outright, the past tense told you that Steve was no longer part of his life. Bucky’s charm seemed to mask one large part of his life.

He was lonely.

By nine, you were starting to worry about the locksmith, and one call later, you were dismayed that he wouldn’t be able to make it until seven the next morning. You had instantly started looking into a hotel when Bucky spoke up, stunning you with a proposition.

“You can stay here.”

“What? I couldn’t -”

He chuckled. “You can have the bed. It’s no big deal, honestly.”

“Bucky, I’m not gonna make you sleep on the couch -”

“I sleep on the floor anyway,” he mumbled, shrugging lightly. “Army habit… beds are too soft.”

It was hard to keep the sympathy off of your face, so you smiled gratefully instead. “You’re really sweet, thank you.”

“Hey,” he threw one arm out. “You bought dinner.”

The bedroom was just as empty of personal effects as the rest of the apartment, though it was mostly dominated by a huge and comfortable-looking bed that was perfectly made. You walked in after Bucky opened the door, sitting on the edge and smiling back at him.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” he whispered. “Goodnight.”

He moved to shut the door, but you threw an arm out to stop him. “Uh, I prefer sleeping with the door open, if that’s okay?”

“Sure thing.”

For a moment, your eyes locked on his, and your stomach churned, a sudden image of him returning, pushing you back, kissing you - you blinked, and smiled again, giving him a little wave. “Goodnight.” He nodded once and disappeared out of sight, presumably to the living room.

You sighed, crawling up the bed and under the covers, curling up and staring at the wall. It took a while to drift off, and when you did, your dreams were extremely erotic, leaving you tangled in the sheets.

At three am, you woke at the sound of a low moan. You opened your eyes sluggishly, reaching for the nightstand where your phone would normally be, taking a few seconds to realize it was not your bed or your apartment. Sitting up, you listened, hearing another moan almost immediately.

Curiosity dragged your feet over the side of the bed, and you padded towards the living room as Bucky’s moans became cries, low whimpers begging someone to “please, stop” and your heart twisted in your chest with each one. Stepping into the living room, you spotted him on the floor, the blanket loosely held in his metal hand, sweat coating him from head to toe. He thrashed for a second, fighting some invisible memory, then went still, calling out for Steve.

You dropped to your knees beside him just as he sat bolt upright, bending one knee as he woke. Unfocused eyes met yours for a few seconds until he was alert properly, panic taking over his expression.

“Are you okay?” you asked quietly.

He shook his head but you felt it was more a case of getting rid of the last few remnants of his nightmare than giving you an answer. When he focused on you again, his face was filled with concern. “Did I wake you?”

Smiling softly, you shifted so you were sitting down. “It’s okay,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned, scrubbing his bionic hand over his face. You watched in fascination, still a little amazed at the advanced technology and still curious how he got it. “I, uh, I really hoped it wouldn’t happen tonight.”

“I’ve heard you before,” you confessed, feeling a little guilty at the horrified look on his face. “The walls aren’t that thick. Sometimes when I’m up late, I can hear you.”

He huffed, hanging his head. “God, I’m sorry.”

“Bucky.” You reached out, touching his bare shoulder. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, you can’t help having nightmares.” His head lifted, those intense eyes boring into yours, making your breath catch in your throat. “I can’t begin to imagine anything you’ve seen. But you shouldn’t blame yourself for something you can’t control.”

There was a moment of silence, and his eyes filled with tears before he dropped his head again, wiping at his face. You gave him time to gather himself, and when he looked at you again, he seemed a little more composed.

“You know, I was terrified of this,” he said, voice a low rumble as he shifted a little closer. “Getting close to anyone… it’s never ended well. And the longer I went avoiding people, the harder it got to connect with them.” He reached up with his hand, and you jumped a little in surprise when it was almost warm to the touch, fingers grazing against your jaw. “Then I saw you.”

“What’s so special about me?” you asked curiously, keeping your voice quiet.

He smiled. “When I’m near you, I want to be near you. All the time. You’re everything I never thought I’d know.”

You could feel heat in your cheeks as he leaned in, and when his lips brushed against yours, you froze, unsure how to react. Your brain went onto autopilot as his hand cupped your face, and you melted into the kiss, responding just as eagerly. When he pulled you closer, you went willingly, letting him tug you onto the thin blanket that had been serving as his bed.

There was a second, and only that, of hesitation, a brief “you barely know him” moment before you threw caution to the wind, letting Bucky pull you ever closer until you were grinding against him. He seemed just as hungry for you as you were for him, growling into your mouth when your hands slid up over his bare chest. He was already hard, the evidence pressed into your thigh through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Is this okay?” he panted, breaking away for only a second.

“Yeah,” you nodded, nuzzling at his cheek as his hand snaked inside your borrowed sweats, easily finding your center. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

He lunged, burying his face in your throat as he sank two fingers inside you, working them back and forth as you rocked onto his hand. You threw your head back, crying out when he nipped at your throat, almost snarling as he rutted against your thigh. Groping blindly, you found the waistband of his boxers, slipping your fingers underneath them to touch him as much as you could, limited by the way he had you pinned to the floor. Bucky moaned when your fingers stroked over his swollen length, lifting his head to kiss you again.

“Are we going too fast?” he asked.

You shook your head, finally getting your hand wrapped around his cock. “Not fast enough.”

Grinning, he crushed his lips against yours, withdrawing his hand only to push the sweats down. You kicked them off, pulling your hand away to remove the t-shirt, and Bucky took the opportunity to shed his boxers. As he went to kiss you again, he paused, grimacing lightly.

“What?”

“Condoms,” he grunted.

You smiled. “I’m on birth control. And I haven’t slept with anyone for months. So please don’t decide we aren’t doing this because I am so ready to fuck you right now -”

Bucky laughed, sweeping in to kiss you again, sliding one arm underneath you to pull you closer until he was between your thighs, pinning you to the floor with his hips. “Last chance,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you whined, pulling him down into a bruising kiss, sliding one hand between your bodies to grasp his cock, guiding him inside. Both of you groaned at the connection, and you found your right leg hoisted up, allowing him to press even deeper. You whimpered, lifting your chin as Bucky held steady, panting against your neck, throbbing inside you.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled, rocking his hips gently, letting you feel the thickness of him splitting you open. You gasped in reply, clutching at his shoulders, barely noticing when skin became metal, and when Bucky picked up the pace, you cried out, digging your nails in. He tightened his hold around you, lifting up to look down at you as he drove into you over and over again.

As he fucked you harder, you got louder, until he silenced you with a hard kiss. You arched underneath him when you started to cum and he slid one arm underneath your back, holding you there as you shuddered, clenching tightly around him, almost limp in his hold. He chuckled, slowing to a near stop, slowly lowering you back down to the floor.

“Wow,” you groaned. “God, that was…”

“You make it sound like we’re done,” he mumbled, withdrawing and sliding down your body, stopping when he was on his elbows between your thighs. You barely managed a squeak before he buried his face in your pussy, stroking his tongue over your slick hole up to where your clit was throbbing. Reaching down, you slid your fingers through his short hair, moaning wantonly when he sucked hard at the bundle of nerves.

“Oh!” You almost choked on air, tugging at his hair. “Oh, god, stop -”

He froze, lifting his head only a fraction. “You okay, doll?”

Smiling languidly, you looked down at him. “Too okay. Get back up here.”

Bucky grinned, pushing up on fists to crawl back up, meeting you in a brief kiss. “Like this?” he asked breathlessly, grinding his cock against your bare slit. “Or…”

“Like this is fine,” you giggled, kissing him again. This time when he sank in, you were more prepared for the stretch, humming against his mouth as he immediately started to thrust. He didn’t pull away, crushing every part of your bodies together where he could, the slick of his skin against yours exhilarating as the spark in your belly began to burn brighter once more. Chasing his own high, Bucky easily dragged you along for the ride, fucking you hard enough that the blanket started to bunch underneath you.

Finally, he slammed in deep, holding himself there as he started to cum, and you moaned at the warmth spilling out of you. Your whole body throbbed with him, and you sighed happily when he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, his warm breath making the skin it hit feel wetter.

“Damn,” you laughed in a pant, lifting one hand to push sweaty hair out of your eyes. “I mean, I didn’t see this happening…”

Bucky was smirking as he pulled away, covering his modesty with his hands as he handed you his discarded sheet. “I didn’t plan this,” he chuckled, “but I can’t say I hate the way it turned out.” He snagged his boxers, pulling them on quickly before returning to the floor beside you. “You’re gonna get uncomfortable sleeping down here.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed. “No, probably not. But I don’t really wanna sleep in bed alone after, well, that.”

“Maybe it’ll be more comfortable with another person,” he suggested, catching your chin with one finger, tilting it up so he could kiss you softly. “Maybe we can make that happen again.”

You giggled, pressing one hand against his bare chest. “I definitely think it’s worth a try.”

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You Really Wanna Do This Now?

Day 28 Kinktober prompt: Thigh riding

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Words: 1652

Warnings: Thigh riding, frottage, semi-public sex, mob AU, mob boss Steve Rogers

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“You really wanna do this now?” Steve eyes you critically, clearly cautioning you that you should not, in fact, do this now.

Your six-foot five-inch mob-boss boyfriend scares the ever-loving shit out of most of the people he meets. You were not one of those people. Sure, you loved him dearly, and would do anything Steve asked of you, but you both have a stubborn streak a mile wide.

“Yes I do, dammit. I don’t need a fucking escort to the mall. I don’t need a babysitter Steve!” You glower at him, “I just want to go buy a sweater to wear to dinner tonight for fuck’s sake!”

He steps closer to you, and lowers his voice, “I’d like to think I don’t have to remind you what happened to Bucky’s girl last month. How she was followed home from the grocery store. How she was shot at. How she was nearly shot. How she had to move out of the house her grandmother left her because every rival of ours for hundreds of miles in any direction knows about it—and her—after the shooting. How she didn’t want to take even one fucking man with her to buy fucking laundry detergent. A man who’s trained to recognize a tail, and could’ve picked out the son of a bitch following her and dealt with him long before it became an issue. I’d like to think I don’t have to remind you that Bucky could have lost her, and that it almost killed him to think of her being injured, much less dead.”

Ugh. Yeah. He was right. You deflate. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll take someone.”

“No. I don’t think so,” he scoffs. “I’ve got a meeting shortly, but I’m free after that, so I’ll go with you to get your sweater. But first-”

He takes your hand and leads you over to the big chair in the backroom of Bucky’s bar. He sits, and pats his lap. You plop down in it and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry, doll. I just worry about you. You know that. I’m not trying to be an asshole, or treat you like anything other than the fierce, capable, intelligent woman I fell in love with. I just want to keep you safe. What happened with Bucky’s girl scared the shit out of me, because it could have easily been you. You’re so damn hard headed about taking one of my men with you when I’m not available.”

“I know, Steve. You’re right, and I’m sorry. I just hate feeling like I’m being handed off to a babysitter.”

“I understand that. Maybe I can start sending Sam with you? He’s good at what he does, but he’s friendlier than some of my other guys. He’ll actually talk to you instead of just lurking. Would that make you feel better?”

You put your head in the crook of his neck and nod, “It would. He’s sweet, I like Sam.”

“That’s good. I’m glad we settled that.” You try to stand, but he holds you in place. “We’re not done here.”

“What else is there? Isn’t your meeting starting soon?”

“It is,” he nods. “Take your panties off.”

“But your-”

“Did I ask?” He’s using his don’t-fuck-with-me voice now, and you know if you don’t drop those panties fast, whateve he’s got in store for you now will just get worse the more you argue or stall, and he’d end up bending you over the bar during happy hour, and spanking you in front of everyone.

So you scrabble out of his lap to wiggle out of your panties.

“Good girl,” he purrs, slipping a hand up your skirt to slide his fingers through your folds. “Oh doll, you’re so fucking wet right now.” He slips two fingers inside you and groans at the feel of you clenching around his digits.

You whine when he takes his fingers back.

“Not now, doll.” He pats his leg, “Sit.”

You try to sit in his lap again, but he steers you over his thigh. He pushes you down and flexes the thick muscle. “Steve!” you gasp and grab onto his shoulders.

He smirks at you, “Aww. Now where on earth did all that sass go?” He cocks an eyebrow at you, “No? Nothing? Well that’s so nice. I wonder what took its place?” He bounces his thigh and you groan, “Ooohhh, that’s right! I replaced little Miss Sassypants with a horny girl and her dripping cunt. You’ve already soaked through my slacks, doll.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

He kisses the tip of your nose, “Don’t be sorry. I love my horny girl. And I love the mess her soaking wet pussy makes.” He flexes his thigh and you whine. “Feel good, doll?” He chuckles when you nod. “Ride it then,” his voice drops an octave, and heat licks though your stomach.

You roll your hips with a soft sigh, and grab Steve’s shoulders to steady yourself. His hands fall to your hips with a quiet, good girl.

“Boss?” Clint’s voice comes from the doorway behind you, and your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Give me two minutes, then send them in.”

Steve leans up to remove his jacket, and throws it over your shoulders, protecting a little of your modesty, and cocooning you in his heat and the comforting smell of his cologne. You grab onto his leather shoulder holster to steady yourself. Someone sits in one of the chairs, and you try to turn around to see who it is, but Steve grabs your face, “You don’t need to concern yourself with anything except riding this thigh right here,” he bounces you on his leg and you yelp. “Got it?”

“Yes, Steve.”

“Good girl.”

“What’d she do this time?” Bucky asks with a chuckle.

“Tryin’ to pull the same shit your old lady pulled last month,” Steve explains.

Steve’s right-hand man goes quiet, thinking of nothing but how scared he was at seeing the fear on his girl’s face when he finally got to her after the shooting.

“Sweetheart, you know he’s right. Trust me when I say that’s not something you want to put Steve through. He’ll burn this fucking city to the ground and salt the ashes if anything happens to you.”

You look at Steve, and his face is carved from stone, but you can read the truth of what Bucky said in the deep blue pools of his eyes. A soft sorrow is written there, brought on by the mere thought of harm ever coming to you.

You throw your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

He noses in your hair, “I know, doll. It’s okay.” He pats your ass, “Someone’s not listening.”

“Oh, right,” you giggle.

The door to the Bucky’s office clicks open, and Steve whispers “Don’t you dare stop.”

You hide your face in his neck, and continue to circle your hips and grind down onto his leg. The textured gabardine of his slacks rub against you in the sweetest way. A shudder rolls up your body and you moan.

“That’s it, doll. Let me hear how good it feels.” You nod into his neck.

A man with a mousy voice addresses Steve, “Uhh, Mr. Rogers, sir, is… is she going to be here... doing… that the whole time?”

“Bucky, would you please toss Mr. Holiday out on his ass, with a gentle reminder to not concern himself with other people’s business in the future? Even though he’s no longer our problem. Make it very clear to him that he’s not welcome in my fucking city anymore.”

There are sounds of a struggle as Bucky hauls the man out of his chair and drags him out of the room.

Steve’s voice is low and dangerous, “If you pricks have any other questions about shit that doesn’t concern you, go ahead and ask them now, so I can cut the tongue out of your mouth before Bucky gets back. He hates when I make a mess on his floors.”

His tone gets you even wetter, and you groan into the crook of his neck. You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest. He slides hand inside the shelter of the jacket draped over you, and slips it up your thigh. He stops just short of anywhere he’d do any good and you whimper.

You wiggle your hips side to side to get as much contact with his thigh as you can, and start dragging your cunt over him faster. He’s talking calmly about territory disputes, and new up and comers from their rivals who are trying to make a name for themselves by picking off Steve and Bucky’s men.

He’s talking calmly, while you’re sitting here fucking yourself over his thigh in a room full of his associates, feeling like you’re going to burst into flames.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp. Steve flexes his thick thigh muscle. “Oh, fuck. Again.” His muscle ripples languidly, and you squeeze this shoulder holster straps until the leather creaks. His hand on your thigh starts pushing and pulling you over him faster. You’re huffing humid breaths into the crook of his neck, and trying not to be too loud.

“Come on, doll,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. “Know you’re ready to come for me.” You nod against his shoulder. “Then do it.”

Your body snaps taut like a bowstring, you only keep moving over his leg because he’s using his hand to rock you against his thigh. You bite your lip to keep yourself from getting loud, but you can’t help the little breathy whimpers that trickle out of you when your cunt gushes over his expensive gabardine slacks.

His thumb traces circles over your thigh when he whispers, “Good girl. Now keep going until we’re done here, and I’ll fuck you over Bucky’s desk before I take you shopping.”

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