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fruitywritter · 5 months

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Why do you have to be so stupid?

Summary: stupidity gets you killed. (Nearly)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Tw: mentions of past suicide attempt, injured reader

Words: 3.5k

a/n: This is my second work I’ve posted here, I had wrote this a few days ago and I decided to post it. Even tho nobody’s gonna read this, but hey if you’re a reader here. Hi! 🫶🏼🥹

The sky was dark, the moon and the stars were shining bright that night. I walked through the dark alley, feeling my blood running down my stomach. The mission didn’t go as planned. It seemed that they already knew I was coming, they were ready. I put on a good fight and got the flash drive, but it wasn’t enough for me to escape. The moment I heard the gunshots and felt a sharp pain on my body, I knew that I needed to leave. They were too many, I was only one. I couldn’t call for back up. Nobody from the team knew that I was going to that mission. Fury had said it was too dangerous for someone to go alone, he was planning on bringing the whole team there in a few days. But it would be too late in a few days. I knew it was a stupid decision, but I wanted to help the team. Even though the mission was a success, my chances to survive were very low. The bullet wounds al over my body looked serious.

Standing with my back against the wall, I tried to breathe. I had already lost a lot of blood, I was feeling so weak and my vision was blurry. That was it. That was the way I would die. Not by some heroic act, but because I was an idiot for having to go alone there without telling anyone. I started to think about my friends, back at the compound. The avengers had become my family. I thought about Tony and his sarcastic comments, I thought about what he would say if he saw me like this. Tony was like a father to me, the father I never had. I thought about Steve, that old man.. He would probably lecture me if he was here, telling me that I need to think before acting.

Bruce. We were never that close with the man but I’ve always respected him. He was a very clever guy, he had also saved me from many dumb injuries. Thor. I didn’t see him that often nowadays, he had go back to Asgard something about having to deal with his idiotic brother, Loki. He would always tell me stories about other planets and people he had met. I was closer to Clint from the other guys. I could say he was a great friend and very loyal to me as I was to him. He was a great spy, and he was usually the one I trained with.

Wanda would be probably mad at me if she saw me like this. She had scolded me many times, usually when I made dumb decisions like this one. But we loved each other, we were friends since day one. We were always by each other’s side. I didn’t want to leave her alone in this world, even though she had the rest of the team. I was the only closest person to her, as she had said many times before.

And Natasha… I slid down the wall, wincing as the bullets inside me moved. I clenched my fist as I pressed down on my biggest wound. I didn’t want Natasha to see me like this. Even though she was used to seeing people dying, I couldn’t do this to her. I didn’t want to die. Natasha was a closed person, only Clint and I were able to read her as an open book. I couldn’t leave her alone. I brought my hand to my neck, touching the necklace she had gave to me. A small golden spider was hanging from it, with her initials engraved on the back of it. It was a gift for my 23rd birthday. It was the best day of my life that day.

I started thinking about how things would be after my death. I guessed I still had a bit of time left. I used to want to end it all. In my teenage years. Back then it was hard for me. I had no one to call family. No friends. I was close to that railing, so close to my death. Ready to jump off, I was so done with my life. But she was the one who saw me, she was the one who ran up to me and tried to call me down so I wouldn’t jump. And she succeeded. She saved me from killing my own self. Natasha Romanoff, she saved my life. Many times. She was my person. And I loved her.

But now she couldn’t save me. Right know she thought that I was out for a simple walk. Eventually she would start to realise something was wrong after I was gone for hours. She would start looking for me, calling me, calling the team. Then they would all search for me, until they’d finally get the news that I was dead. All because I couldn’t stop being stupid.

Looking one more time up in the sky, I whispered softly more to myself. “I’m sorry..” Breathing out, I tried to find my peace but the universe had other plans. Footsteps were heard in the distance, every second it was louder until it reached in front of me. I tried to open my eyes, trying to figure out who was standing in front of me. When I felt soft hands on my face, I opened my mouth to speak but was stopped by a familiar voice speaking louder to someone in the distance. “I found her! She’s here, come help me.”

Finally, when my eyes focused again I recognised the person in front of me. Those familiar green eyes, and the familiar red hair made me smile a bit and whisper. “Hey, love..” I watched as her lips curled up in a soft smile, but her eyes remained worried. “Hey, sweetheart..”

I went to talk but a pain on my chest kept me from speaking. Natasha was quick to notice and she pressed her palm against my cheek, carefully caressing it. “Don’t speak too much, дорогой. We will get you out of here, just hang on..” She said as she pressed her lips to my forehead and turned around as more footsteps began to appear around us.

“The jet’s ready, we can get her inside now..” I heard Steve’s voice from my left. “Is she okay?” He asked Natasha.

“She will be when we get her home. Come on guys, we need to move.” Natasha said as she gave me a soft squeeze before she stood back up. “Damn it, y/n. When will you stop being stupid..” Hearing Clint’s voice made me feel so bad. They were all worried about me, they didn’t deserve what they were going through because of me. “I’m -I’m sorry..” I whispered but it was enough for the team to hear it.

“It’s okay, y/n.. You’re gonna be okay..” A soft hand landed gently on my shoulder, caressing it carefully. I looked up to see Wanda, looking down at me. I smiled at her as the guys came closer and pulled me up. I winced and grabbed Steve’s arm to get more steady as they walked me inside the jet.

The whole flight was a blur. I remember Natasha sitting beside the bed I was laying in, holding my hand the whole time. We didn’t talk much. They had stopped the bleeding but still I had lost a lot of blood so I had to be at the hospital asap. Clint was flighting the jet, while the others were in some conversation about the flash drive I had retrieved. Wanda was sitting close to me but away enough to give me and Natasha some privacy.

I wanted to close my eyes but Natasha didn’t let me. She would say dumb things to distract me from closing them. Even though she tried to mask her emotions, I could really see right through her. I’ve learned to read her over the years, I knew when she was anxious, sad, mad, annoyed and happy. Even now that she tried to mask her anxiety and fear, it didn’t work to me.

When we got there, they quickly took me inside and brought me to the doctors. I couldn’t remember what happened exactly next. I could hear Natasha talking to me but I couldn’t hear any word that escaped her mouth. My vision blurry and not being able to feel my legs. Then everything went black.

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I woke up by a beeping sound, trying to focus my vision to the bright light of the room. When i did that, I slowly looked around. It looked like a hospital room, a small TV in front of me on the wall, on my left a window and a door on the other side of the room. I was laying in a bed, it was comfy but my body felt numb. I heard soft snores beside me and turned my head immediately towards the noise. I relaxed when I noticed the redhead sitting in a chair beside my hospital bed, sleeping in a clearly uncomfortable position.

I tried to move but everything felt so weird, so I tried to speak. After a few tries I finally got to speak softly, hoping to not scare the green eyed woman sleeping. “Tasha..” I spoke but she didn’t even stir. So I tried again a bit louder this time. “Natasha!” I whisper-yelled. As much as I didn’t want to wake her up, I couldn’t just sit there and watch her lay there so uncomfortably.

That’s when she finally woke up, she looked around clearly confused by who woke her up. When she found my eyes she relaxed and smiled. She sat upright and took my hands, “Glad you’re awake, моя любовь.. How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I don’t know.. I feel kind of numb. What happened?” I asked her, hoping for some information. Natasha sighed and began talking, “You passed out the moment we got you inside the hospital. You had lost so much blood, y/n.. If we were late a few minutes, you wouldn’t have survived.. Thankfully, the doctors took you in immediately, saying that you needed surgery.” She paused to see my expression. It didn’t scare me at all, I was glad that I was still there. I was thankful to the doctors who saved me. I couldn’t imagine the reactions of the team if they found out I was actually dead. “They took out the bullets from your body, seven bullets y/n.” She closed her eyes, trying to calm down herself.

“How long I was out..?” I couldn’t help but ask. Natasha looked so tired, like she hadn’t slept for days. “Six days. After the surgery the doctors said that they put you into a coma so that your body would recover properly. They weren’t sure when you were going to wake up.” She let my hands and stand up from the chair, walking towards the window of the room, looking down the busy street. “The team came to visit you, all of us hoping you would wake up. Clint and Wanda stayed for a few days but I told them to go back home, staying at the hospital isn’t really that great and sleeping in a chair is also uncomfortable..”

“But you stayed..” I whispered, my face suddenly getting sad. She was really a wreck because of me.

“Of course I stayed, why wouldn’t I? I wouldn’t leave you alone, y/n.” She turned back to look at me with that sad expression. Slowly walking towards me, she crouched down beside my side, her face at the same height as mine. “I’m glad you’re okay.. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I smiled and mumbled, “I’m glad I’m okay too..” but the next thing I felt was a slight pain on my shoulder, looking at her eyes in disbelief I said, “Did you just punch me? What was that for?!”

“That was for being stupid, you dumb idiot. Why would you go there on your own, even when Fury said that it was incredibly dangerous for one person?” She said, clearly frustrated. “And I didn’t even hit you that hard, stop being a baby.”

“Ah, fuck of..” I shook my head but quickly regretted it as I saw Natasha’s face. The murderous look she gave me made me shut up and mumble a “sorry” to her. As silence surrounded us, I decided to look back towards her. “Look.. I’m sorry, I know what I did was stupid. And I’m so sorry I made you go through all of this, that wasn’t really my intention. The plan was to finish the mission and come back home, I didn’t know that things would get bad..”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re alright now.” She sighed and moved to hug my side so softly as she was afraid to hurt me. I moved slowly my arm and pulled her more into the bed, making her lay there beside me. Natasha put her head on my chest, with her strong arms around my waist. We laid there for what seemed to be an eternity, just relaxing in the presence of each other’s. We made a small talk, with her telling me that I was in big trouble when we would go back to the compound. Something about Tony being extremely mad and talking about grounding me until I was thirty. I knew he couldn’t do that, and that really made me wanna laugh. He couldn’t really ground a twenty-five year old, but it would be fun to see him trying.

A few days later I got the okay to leave the hospital, and I was over the moon. I really hated hospitals, something about them made me want to go as far away as I could from them. But with the company of Natasha’s, it was a bit more enjoyable. Wanda had visited me while I was still at the hospital, we sat for hours and talked. She was also kinda mad about my idiotic actions, at first she wouldn’t talk to me but then she gave in. Natasha gave us time to catch up and brought us lunch when it was time. Clint sadly couldn’t visit, he had gone back to his family for a few days. But he promised to be back when I got back home.

The ride home was calming, Natasha was driving with Wanda on the passenger seat. I was sitting in the back, looking out the windows. I couldn’t exactly walk with my left foot. A bullet had caused a bit of a damage there, but I had started physical therapy to make it better. As my doctor said, I would be able to start training in a few weeks. The bullet hole in my chest also started to heal faster, the one on my abdomen was a little bit bigger and it still hurt when I walked. The doctor said I needed more rest so everything would full heal.

When we arrived at the compound, I noticed Steve waiting outside. Natasha parked the car and helped me get out from the back. As Steve went to take me from her in order to get me inside, she simply gave him a look and he backed up. I nodded towards him and continued walking with Natasha inside the building. Nobody else was there so I supposed the rest of the team was in some mission. As the red head helped me up to my room, Wanda passed by to ask us if we wanted something to eat. When we kindly declined, she left and Natasha set me into my bed. “Alright, I have to do something first. Can you wait for me? It won’t be long.” She said, tucking my injured leg in some pillows. I nodded and gave her a gentle smile as I watched her leave the room.

I reached the TV remote that was beside me on the nightstand, switching it on and selecting a movie to watch while Natasha was gone. It didn’t took her long to come back and when she finally came in she had in her hands many snacks and drinks. I looked at her mesmerised, my mouth was hanging open as I watched her come and sit beside me on the bed. “What’s all of this?” I asked, even though I knew.

“Snacks! I thought it would be less boring if we watched a movie and eat together until we have to go downstairs.” She said with excitement in her voice. While I was still in shock I laid there, don’t knowing what to say. “You’re staring..” She grinned, knowing she had caught me.

Shaking my head, I looked down at my hands suddenly getting nervous around her. Still after all these years she still had that effect on me. “How can I not? You’re perfect..” I said, finally looking over her face only to see her blush. “Awh, look at you. You’re blushing! I made the Black Widow blush!!” I grinned, throwing my fist in the air like I won.

“Shut up..” Natasha said, looking away. It never got old. I liked teasing her, she wanted everyone to think like she was a baddie but in reality she really was a softie. At least when she was with me. I smiled softly, making her look at me weirdly, “Why the fuck are you smiling?” She said, trying to look serious but she failed miserably. That only made me laugh more. “Seriously, y/n.”

I threw my hands up, like I was surrendering. “Okay, okay. Sorry, no need to give me that look.” My laugh had stopped by now and I was just grinning at her. “I was smiling because I’m happy. You make me so happy, Natasha.” I sighed, gently turning my body a bit so I could face her fully. I took her hands in mine, squeezing them slightly. “And I want to thank you. Thank you for being here the past few days, you never left my side and I’m thankful for that. Also I want to thank you for being with me every day for the past few years. You saved my life so many times, because of you I’m still here.” I watched as her eyes watered but she didn’t dare to speak so I continued. “You know I was in a place where there was no escape, I was so done with life. I didn’t have anyone by my side. No one to call my person, no one to talk to about my problems. But you Natasha, you came into my life and helped me to understand that life’s worth living. Damn it, you made me scared of death. You know how fucking scared I was in that alley? I had realised that I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want to leave you alone. I wanted to live, I wanted to stay here with you. I wanted us to keep having picnic dates, movie nights together, to spend time together doing absolutely nothing. I wanted us to keep sleeping together at night, to keep waking up together in the mornings. I wanted you to keep yelling at me whenever I made a stupid decision, to see your face when you were so mad at me for something so dumb. But more importantly I wanted to be able to see again that smile,” I motioned to her face. Tears spilling down her cheeks as she tried not to cry. I took a breath before speaking again. “Natasha Romanoff, you make me want to live. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t believe that I can’t go a day without seeing those beautiful eyes. You mean everything to me and I don’t know how long it took me to realise it but I can say now that I’m literally so fucking in love with you.” I finished, softly looking at her.

“Love..” She paused as her voice broke. “I’m so in love with you too.. So much..” After hearing those words my heart jumped, I shot towards her taking her in my arms and holding her. I pulled away from the hug, catching her lips with mine, kissing her slowly with love. Honestly it was one of these moments where Natasha would be so comfortable with me that she let herself cry in front of me. Being vulnerable in front of me. And I loved that, not that she cried. But because she was comfortable enough to show her true self, she was open about her feelings.

Natasha Romanoff, was in love with me. And I was in love with her. And it only took for me to nearly die for us two to accept it and confess it to each other. But now, that all of this was over, that I was okay and alive with my girl beside me. I felt like I could win everything.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff comfort #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #black widow #natasha x reader

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dogs2shouldvote · 9 months

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during my latest relisten of taz balance, i recorded every line i found even the slightest bit funny with zero context, not even who said it (though some are pretty obvious). here’s all my favorites!!

“i’m probably studying.. my cantrips”

“just say mastrubating, dad”

“don’t come in mom i’m studying my canteips!!”

“yeah you’ll do any dumb shit”

“it’s like a bag of holding! but for.. ass.”

“do we know how much damage we did to him?”

“six damage, you said it out loud with your mouth.”

“it should be in the player’s handbook! get your salty snack to enjoy while you play dnd”

“my grandpa says it’s rude to whisper. especially on a train!”

“i’m not going to go toe to toe with a crab while youre armed with a terrible scottish accent and travis doesn’t even have his sheild. i’m out! … did i say travis? i mean leman kessler.”

“nope! that was wrong all the way around.”

“i’m cosplaying taako right now, as a stupid man.”

“who’s just rolling dice? who is doing secret checks that i don’t know about?”

“i always waste my 20’s on perception checks. like i give a shit.”

“it’s completely conceivable he would have a name tag.”

“IN A GANG?”

“like a pelt??? like a bramble*pelt*?????”

“is there a math check? what are you talking about?”

“yeah it’s your fucking brain. you use your brain to add numbers together”

“16”

“what are you fucking doing??”

“griffin i love you youre my brother. but if my skill called history doesn’t literally help me with history trivia questions in a category called history what are we FUCKING doing here??”

“can i ask you a question? are you guys mean to everyone?”

“fus-ro-over dere”

“that one was actually a badass bernie sanders”

“hey thug! what’s your name? i’m about to tentacle your dick.”

“a d6 is like some dice ass dice. that’s some monopoly shit.”

“i thought you were saying merle, it’s his bread and his body, take 2d6 healing points”

“you two remind me of something… you remind me of the babe! and then i throw the glass sphere at them.”

“make a constitution saving throw to see if you can eat this fucking rock with your mouth.”

“dungeons and dragons is a. great game.”

“my name is magnus burnsides”

“marchins burchens”

“magnus would not say that. however, travis would.”

“can we please not talk about chekhov’s bush?”

“we’ve got a ball, a sack, and a tool!”

“everything is gross here in dnd.”

“only losers smoke, isaac.��

“i give isaac an hour long lecture about the dangers of smoking.”

“i’m just gonna put my mouth down there and go buck wild”

“there’s a lot of go cart tracks called the adventure zone and i’ve been working with my lawyer to shut them all down forever”

“does taako fish?”

“yeah taako fishes.”

“a rock hard-“

*justin, clint, and travis laugh*

“come ON, *really*?”

“taako rushes in!”

“what! magnus follows him.”

“merle’s good out here!”

“WHAT is going on?”

“how do you not have a d6 it comes with every board game”

“my daughter-“

“eats them for power???”

“uhhh how much health do you have.”

“im not gonna tell you.”

“let’s see… i am going to hurt jenkins. with a magical spell.”

“this is about to become the taako show starring taako.”

“BLUFF FUCKING BLUFF O’CLOCK?? WHAT IS THIS, HALF PAST PERSUASION TIME??”

“i’m not laughing in game” *justin fucking loses it*

“she’s the best at burning shit ever.”

“traaav griffin got to do his show for so long and now he’s gonna destroy yours.”

“fucking lup finds like. a gun.”

“for sure, keep it sleazy. we’re out, bye!”

“i have to believe…. i’m gonna get those fifteen dollars back from greg fucking grimaldis”

“based on the rules of the game, dad… you die.”

“dad’s making a jerk off motion at me”

“don’t play the pennywise card like you ALWAYS try to”

“should i talk slower so that everybody who has been complaining about us not playing dnd has time to nut?”

“i am a wizard. my name is taako. and i am pretty well fucked.”

“yeah i’ve got cumin who do you think i am?”

“hear that, babe? we’re *legends*”

“i’m clint mcelroy and i played merle hightower-“

“nope”

#i actually have a ton more #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #kinda #the adventure zone balance #mcelroys #taz #the adventure zone #mcelroy brothers #taako taaco #merle highchurch #magnus burnsides

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Ch 1 Arachnophobia: Fear of Spiders

Series: Phobia series

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 997 WORDS

Summary: Clint gets a pet spider plays a prank thats not very funny. Wanda comforts you and Nat is there as well.

TW: spiders, panic attacks, getting locked in a room.

A/n new series

He just had to buy one didn’t he. Stupid idiot. I knew something was coming since i first reacted. It had been the morning of a perfectly fine Sunday. I had my regular bowl of cereal and a glass of juice. I was going to go sit where i sit every Sunday morning but when I entered the room and saw Clint holding the mother of all spiders i turned straight back around and went to my room instead. But not before I saw Clint shoot tony a sinister grin. That couldn’t be good.

It was a week later and the tower was quiet. Most people were sleeping in because for once there wasn’t much to do. Nat was training and Steve was out for his morning run. Tony was probably still in his lab and banner was probably with him.

Yawning you stretched out and threw your legs over the edge of the bed. Standing up you walked to the kitchen still in your Pjs. Putting on a pot of coffee you decided to have breakfast in your room so the sound of the living room TV didn’t wake anyone else up. When the coffee was done you poured yourself some and made a bowl of cereal. Picking it all up you made your way back to your room. It was almost nine am now so people would be getting up soon. As you passed the living room your brow furrowed as you spotted Clint and tony watching Tv. Those two never did anything good together. Hightailing it back to your room you shut the door with your foot and set the tray down the desk. Peeling back the sheets to get back into bed you froze. Sat on between the white sheets was a big hairy tarantula. Clints stupid spider. The scream you heard took you a minute to register as your own. Laughing broke out behind your door and you quickly crossed the room and jiggled the handle.

“Jarvis.” You said your breathing startling to speed up. “Jarvis open the door.”

“Im afraid Mr. Stark has initiated a code green lockdown of your quarters Ms L/n”

“Open the door now.” You said again. “Jarvis open the door.”

“Im afraid i cannot do that.” The AI responded. You began banging your fists on the door.

“Stark let me out. Let me out right now over your lab is gone by tomorrow.” You yelled.

“Calm down L/n jerry is great company. Give him a chance.” Clint said through the door. “We’ll give you two some alone time.”

“So help me Barton if you leave me here with that ball of fluff its gonna die.” You yelled.

“I cant hear you over all your bonding.” He called back and the footsteps retreated. You smacked your head against the door and let out a lounge frustrated scream sliding down the door. A moment later you heard hurried footsteps and a feminine voice call out.

“Y/n?! Are you ok?” It was Wanda. You cried in relief.

“Wanda please let me out.” You begged.

“Y/n/n the doors stuck. Hold on stand back I’m going to use my magic to break it down.” She said and you stepped away from the door and the bed at the same time. A moment later the door flew open and you threw yourself into Wanda’s arms. She grunted in response before wrapping her arms around you not expecting to be met with such force.

When she felt the collar of her pyjamas start to get soaked and small sobs wrack your body she carefully pulled you away her hands on your shoulders while she looked into your eyes.

“Y/n/n honey whats wrong?” She said softly. You shook your head and placed your forehead against hers signalling for her to read your mind before your buried your face in her collar again. Wanda wrapped her arms around you again and the two of you sunk to the floor of the hallway. Wandas back against the wall opposite your room.

“Do you want me to look in here?” She asked tapping your head and you nodded not removing yourself from her neck.

“Ok baby hold on to me and take some deep breathes it’ll be ok my sweet.” She said and began shifting through your memories of that morning. When she was done she was furious and held you even tighter. She knew how much you hated spiders and what Clint and tony had done wasn’t funny at all.

It was at this moment that the elevator dinged and you stiffened thinking it was the boys again. Wanda held you tighter and whispered in you ear.

“Its ok honey its just natty.” She said and Nat came over cautiously.

“Everything ok here wands?” She asked tentatively with an edge of concern.

“No. Not really.” Wanda said and you curled into her more. “Clint and tony thought it would be funny to put Clint’s spider in Y/n/n’s bed because she’s afraid of them.”

“Damn it Barton.” She grumbled. “I’ll do you a favour if i see the spider I’ll throw it off the roof for you.” You giggled slightly still buried in Wanda’s arms.

“In the meantime would you settle for me giving them a solid lecture and maybe a smack or two?” Nat asked.

You smiled into Wanda’s neck and nodded and nat smiled.

“I’ll get on that right away agent L/n” she said with a mock salute and Wanda chuckled. After Nat left to go yell at the boys Wanda picked you up with your legs around her waist and face still buried in her chest. She held you and walked you back to her room where she set you down on the bed still in her lap and threw the sheets over the two of you. She picked up the remote and put one your favourite sit come and held you while your breathing evened out until you eventually fell asleep. Emotionally exhausted.

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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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At First Sight ○○ Bucky Barnes x reader

Pairings: Natasha x reader (platonic), Wanda x reader (platonic), Clinton x reader (platonic), Bucky x reader

Plot: Your roommates set you up on a date with their coworker, and you two hit it off right away. (Most of this story is silly little platonic fun, but I like it anyway).

(The little gif of him drinking water is funnier after you read the story)

“He has a cat.”

“Well, whoop-di-do,” You huff monotonously. Wanda scrunches up her nose at you, before sighing and shaking her head.

“I think you should go,” She says. You risk rolling your eyes, even though she could very well kill you, then and there.

“‘I think you should go’” You say, making your voice go higher, in a mocking tone. “If he’s so great, you go. I have a ton of work to do.”

Just last year, you landed a teaching position. It had been in May, and you were given hardly any time at all to prep. School started again in a week, and even though you’d been preparing loosely all summer, this week you were locked in.

So why the hell did Wanda need you to go on a stupid date?

“If you don’t go, there’s a good chance you’ll die alone,” She crosses her arms, eyebrows raised.

“You’re here, and so is Natasha,” You point out, finally putting your laptop to the side, and uncrossing your legs, stretching them out.

“What about when we go get married and have lives, and have jobs, and you just…die of boredom,” What was this a Sims game? Was she gonna lock you in a room with a radio next? Put the walls up around a pool?

“Clint’ll be here. Poor little shit’s never getting married. No one wants the little scrapper,” You pull your coffee mug to your lips. You must’ve left it idle longer than intended, because instead of warm, silky, and smooth, it was starkly cold, and felt thin beyond your lips.

“You want him?” Her eyes were annoyed, but her face was bemused.

“He’s low maintenance,” You shrug.

“Who?” Someone says, coming through the front door with an armload of groceries, and a red-haired friend behind them. While Clint had about ten plastic bags of things, Natasha sipped an iced coffee from a straw, looking awfully unbothered.

“Why does she still look homeless Wanda?” Nat questioned. “You said you were gonna drag her kicking and screaming.”

“We were getting there.”

Four people in one New York apartment, in upper Manhatten. It was expensive as high hell, but you all made it work.

So why am I gonna put my job on hold for something stupid as this-

You’re sitting on Wanda’s bed, Natasha’s fingers in your hair, Wanda in her closet, and Clint tasked with the job of “make-up artist”.

“I have my hobbies.”

You’re just about at the end of your rope with them, Wanda picking something out and Clint huffing and puffing that it doesn’t go with the look he’s going for, Natasha yelling at both of them like children. Finally, the timer that means, “We better be ready now or we’re gonna be late” sounds off. Wanda’s best idea today, the worst being, obviously…

Natasha and Wanda have tickets for an art gallery opening, so they’re both driving you, Clint tagging along for “moral support.” Groans were elicited.

Natasha was giving you a run down the whole way there.

“He’s a little quiet at first,” She says.

“Good thing you’re not,” Clint whispers to you.

“I don’t know if he’ll get there first, or not, but he’s got dark hair and will probably be wearing dark clothes, he does around the office all the time.”

“Emo bo-” Clint cuts himself off from his whisper, snapping to Natasha. “He works with us.”

“Yes.”

Silence…

“Well, who is it?” Clint asks, rather boisterously.

“…No.”

“No?” Clint, clearly offended, turns to you. “What’s his name?”

Your mouth opens, before shutting again, realizing no one had told you. You lean forward in the backseat.

“Who is it, Nat?”

“You’ll see.”

“No-” “Nuh-uh!” You and Clint both protest.

“I’ve been to your guys’ office I wanna know,” you say.

“Better pray it’s Steve,” Clint says.

“Oh, Natasha it better be Steve.”

Natasha turns around in the passenger seat, to face you and Clint in the back.

“Steve is engaged,” She starts.

“Yeah, so?” Clint says, and the car is quiet for a moment. When you make eye contact with Clint’s green eyes, the silence is cut by both of your laughter.

Unfortunately, this put a dent in the interrogation, and now you were outside of the diner. Your friends had told you good luck and left you here. You did notice Natasha whisper something to Clint as you got out, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She covered his mouth and basically strangled him down when he tried to tell you.

Since they were gone…no one could force you to go in…

You couldn’t do that. Morally, you would feel horrible to just leave whoever this is sitting alone, waiting for you.

And the girls might evict you.

You walked through the doors of the diner. The diner was a cute little place, albeit a strange theme. It was based on Norse Mythology, called “Odin’s Sons.”

You were greeted by a blonde man, who was the hostess. You told him you were here to meet a date and he broke out into a smile. He said a man had arrived just a little while ago, here to wait for a date.

He led you to a table, where you were greeted by-

before

“I think you’ll like it,” Sam was saying. He was helping his friend, coworker, and roommate, get ready for a date Sam had set up for him.

“Who is she again?” Bucky asked, his voice strained.

“You don’t know her, but she’s Nat and Clint’s friend. She’s in some of the pictures on Clint’s stupid little desk of picture frames,” Bucky rolled his eyes at the mention of the pictures. Clint took many unauthorized pictures of Bucky himself (among others) and they ended up in frames. Clint claimed that, being an art major, and having taken many photography classes, he had the ultimate right.

As Sam described what you looked like, Bucky felt like he did sorta know who he was talking about. You came into the office sometimes, to bring whiny Clint and grateful Natasha food and coffee.

And you were probably the same girl Clint tortured and made fun of him for having a “crush” on.

Bucky arrived at the restaurant about half an hour before he was due. He wanted to be early and to have time to shake away all the nerves.

Well, maybe all was a bit much to ask. There were definitely a lot of nerves to cover.

He was greeted by Thor, the host who gave him a seat. A teenage boy with light brown hair and a bubbly personality brought him a glass of water and some bread. And another glass of water. And another. And a refill of bread.

“Thanks, Peter,” Bucky said again. No matter how many times the boy had to come back, he didn’t seem to stop smiling or being glad to get Bucky yet another glass of water.

As Thor came around the corner again, just as Peter was leaving, he was accompanied by the very girl Bucky had guessed it would be.

You were laughing, he could see, something Thor had said. Time felt like it was slowed as you met his eyes with yours. They seemed to sparkle with your joy, and his heart fluttered at the sight.

He hadn’t seen you so elegant before, but to him, you looked just as beautiful with or without. The makeup that defined your features seemed to have been applied with a steady hand. The dress you wore seemed to almost go with the makeup, and he wondered if it was planned or if you were just…perfect.

He had barely any time at all to gather his thoughts and put his ducks in a row before you sat across from him, smiling warmly. He smiled back, unable to say or do anything but sip his water.

“Hi,” You said. Your heart was pounding, and your heads were sweaty with nervousness. He set down his water glass that he had been holding since you came around the corner with Thor. He was barely finished saying hi back when the young waiter came to take your order.

He ordered first, and you quickly scanned the menu and picked something. The boy smiled warmly as he collected the menus from you, with the promise your food would be out soon.

“So,” The dark-haired man cleared his throat. You were entranced by the blue of his eyes as he said, “You…your name’s Y/n, right?”

“Hmm? Oh!” You realized you were basically questioning your own name, only a second too late. “Yeah, yeah, uh…Nat…asha, didn’t really tell me…your name.”

You decided on the long version of Nat’s name, taking a pause beforehand. You were grateful when the waiter, Peter, popped up out of nowhere with a drink you ordered, and more water for your date.

“It’s Bucky…Well, I mean, it’s James, but everyone calls me Bucky,” “Bucky” gave you a lopsided smile, which you returned.

Peter wasn’t lying when he said your food would be out right away. It seemed like you had barely taken the time to talk before your plates were in front of you.

“So you have…?”

“Three roommates,” you said, laughing a little.

“Oh god, and one of them’s Clint?” His face was twisted in genuine concern, which made you laugh a little harder. Bucky was hot and Bucky was funny and you could hardly take it.

“What about you?”

“It’s just me and Sam right now…and we have a cat,” He adds the last part after taking a sip of his drink.

“You don’t look like a cat person,” You shake your head, taking a bite of your food.

“If I wear clothes that haven’t immediately come out of the dryer, I look like a cat,” He says, and then seems to pull a white cat hair off of his black shirt.

“You need lighter clothes.”

“Not really my style.”

“You’re eternally a goth kid?”

He lets out a loud laugh at that, making you smile even harder.

~~~

“She was hot, and she was funny,” Bucky was saying to Sam. Sam was lying stretched out on the couch, Alpine laying pristinely on his chest, all her legs tucked under her fluffy body.

“That’s nice Bucky,” Sam says, only half paying attention. He coos at the cat, scratching her chin, “Isn’t that nice baby?”

“Okay, you’re not listening.”

“What makes you think that?”

~~~

You were laying on your couch, your feet in Clint’s lap as he prodded you with questions. Natasha shushed him, smacking him upside the head, as she handed you a drink. And by drink, that refers to an entire bottle of wine.

You were fiddling with the cork as you droned on about the date. About what Bucky looked like, and about what you talked about. More about what he looked like…

You let yourself trail off as Natasha and Clint shared a knowing look, and Wanda was smiling to herself as she played on her phone.

“What?” you ask, eyes full of innocence.

“Noth-” Wanda starts, but Clint cuts her off.

“You’re whipped,” he laughs.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head.

Maybe you were.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #clint barton #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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the avengers meeting your boyfriend [teenage avenger headcanons!]

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.2k

request: yes / no

original request: can you do one where the reader gets a boyfriend and everybody is getting overprotective and when they see their door closed they all bust in while we are watching a movie bc they thought the reader & bf were making out so they give them “the talk”😭😭

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: so many oml but some include tony stark, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, thor, steve rogers, scott lang, bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, sam wilson, there's probably more but that's all i'll put for now lol

a/n: y'all know i had to use this picture LMAO anyways ty for the request!!! two in one day #slay (that rhymes) requests are still open, send in an ask whenever :)

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ok first i’m gonna name ur bf so it doesn’t get confusing

HAHA

let’s call him

jack

guys i’m so unoriginal pls ignore :’)

anyways so you had been dating jack for a while

he had asked you to go to midtown’s winter formal together :)

and ofc u didn’t tell any of the avengers bc u KNEW they wouldn’t react well

but of COURSE mr. peter parker was so excited that he had to open his big mouth

miles kicked him under the table but it was too late

“who asked you to the formal y/n?” natasha asked, a small smile on her face

you could FEEL yourself blushing

all you wanted to do was like sink into the floor

which is actually physically possible (though it’s an anomaly)

bruce told you that :D

anyways you just shook your head

so then HARLEY decided to go “jack lastname”

IM REALLY BAD AT NAMES IM SORRY

and you were ready to die

right then and there

if the grim reaper decided it was your time you would be fine with it

so tony goes “jack lastname… huh.”

“tony, please don’t – “ you tried, but he was already there.

“jarvis, can you run a background check on that kid.”

you were so embarrassed.

miles, sweet sweet miles tried to change the subject

“so um… steve. how was… your day.”

but then there was sam wilson butting in

“when is winter formal anyway? you know we gotta know so we can take pictures.”

and that made you, harley, peter, and miles groan

tony was still looking at some tablet or whatever.

“stark!” came thor’s booming voice. “i thought you said no electronic devices were permitted at the dinner table! if they were, i would be much happier!!”

“yeah yeah. well they’re not. i’m busy.” tony replied, dismissing the god with a wave of his hand.

and happy, who was right next to tony, kept leaning over and shaking his head or nodding.

SO EMBARRASSING

anyways once you got done with dinner you went to put the dishes in the dishwasher robot

idk why i said it like that but it’s basically this cool thing where you put the dishes in the sink and this robot will wash them & put them away

very nice bc doing the dishwasher is so much work sometimes.

but then wanda, nat and carol came in

and you KNEW they were gonna try to get you to talk

“i’ll tell you guys later.” you spoke, trying to end the embarrassment.

“come on y/n! we want to see him at least.” carol said, tilting her head and raising a brow.

“ok fine.” you said, and pulled up a picture of jack. you showed it to them for like one second and then put your phone back in your pocket.

“hey wait! no fair! i wanna see! yeah.” came the voices of sam, clint, scott, and bucky as they tried to fight their way into the kitchen.

“that’s a hard no. maybe i’ll bring him here after the dance. harley peter miles and i were already going to stay over. then he could walk by you guys for TWO SECONDS and then do something with me.”

“alright.” said sam, crossing his arms and nodding.

“seems fair!” said bruce.

“perfect.” you replied, leaving the room to leave them all to inevitably gossip.

SKIP AHEAD

ok so it’s winter formal

and you strategically told jack to meet you there so that the avengers couldn’t bombard him during picture taking time.

so y’all had a super fun time

& u slow danced with each other 🤭🤭

it was super fun

but you were kind of dreading going back to the tower

you had told jack about being an avenger a few weeks ago

and he was super excited to meet them all

jack is like super sweet & really awesome

so it put you at ease a little bit.

so you went back to the tower with him

peter harley and miles had gone to get ice cream and were coming back later

so you did the retinal and fingerprint scan that would let you into the elevator

and you went up to the main floor (so you could get to your room)

but ofc they were all there

and so you took jack’s hand and brought him over to where they all were

he was lowkey freaking out

and bro

bucky and sam and clint and scott looked so unamused

tony and happy too

SO YOU JUST TRIED TO KEEP IT CIVIL

but they all were acting so clipped and like not charismatic

idk

but wanda, steve and bruce were rly nice so that put jack at ease a little bit

anyways so then you took jack to your room

you guys had been planning to watch a movie together

he was kind of nervous because he didn’t think the avengers liked him

but you assured him they did

(at least you hoped)

anyways you turned on the movie & watched it

and it was soo funny so y’all were laughing a lot

BUT THEN THE DOOR SUDDENLY OPENED

and it was so loud you got freaked out fr

but then you saw it was tony, bucky, sam and steve.

“y/n. could you go out in the hall for a minute.” steve said.

“this is my room!!” you tried, but tony just pointed out to the hall.

“i’m sorry jack.” you said to your boyfriend

jack was literally about to cry omg

poor thing

“don’t be mean.” you said as you left, taking extra care to give them all a withering stare

natasha and bucky had taught you that skill well bc you saw sam shiver HAHA

so you went to the hall and clint, scott, and natasha were standing there.

“what are they DOING??” you hissed at them.

“they’re just worried for you y/n. they wanted to talk to the kid.” natasha assured you, patting your shoulder.

“yeah, nothin’ to worry about!!” scott added, a big grin on his face

“well i really don’t trust that coming from you.” you replied

“well tony thought you guys were kissing in there!” clint laughed.

although it turned into an “ow” when natasha elbowed him

“he WHAT?!” you replied

“yeah, that’s why he came up here. he said he wanted the most intimidating ones to go make that kid afraid or something.” scott added. “not sure why he didn’t ask me…”

you gave scott a nod but then made your way back into your room, crossing your arms and raising a brow as tony, bucky, sam and steve turned towards you.

“hey y/n.” sam said, raising a hand to wave.

“are you guys done now? i’d like to finish the movie.” you said, trying to be stern.

“i think we are. right jack?” steve said, standing up and gesturing towards your boyfriend.

“yes sir! i mean steve. i mean mr. rogers?” he said, clearly scared out of his mind.

“yeah yeah. alright. get out please!!” you said, guiding them out of your room.

bucky was the last to leave, but despite you pushing him, he turned back to face your boyfriend.

“hey, you. hurt them in any way and i’ll find you.” he said, accompanied by his signature deathstare.

then he gave a little salute to you.

“night kid. don’t stay up too late.”

and then he was gone.

“did he really mean that??” jack said, eyes wide.

“yeah, he did.” you said, sitting beside him and holding his hand. “isn’t that sweet?”

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#avengers x teen!reader #teenage avenger series #thor #iron man #tony stark #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #clint barton #scott lang #happy hogan #natasha romanoff #avengers headcanons #mcu #marvel #mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 1 year

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Sugar Cookies

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2,932

Warnings: ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE (Fluff), Mutual Pining, lots of smutty buildup, some actual smut because I love writing it, a super late Christmas read but it's still cute, Jealous!Loki, Somewhat Oblivious!Reader, Idiots in Love, Angst if you squint

Summary: So far, Loki’s stay on earth has been rather unwelcoming. He is relieved to know that some people still have good hearts, and that love sometimes comes in the form of baking cookies.

A/N: Y/N is loosely based off of the character Topaz, and therefore, the powers are reflective as such. You are close with Wong and Dr. Strange, as you are a powerful sorceress. Also, I would like to note that this was going to start out purely fluffy, and now I am so tempted to write a super super smutty part 2. Because I cannot not write smut. I also wanted to say thank you all SO much for all the love on The Grinch. I am so grateful for all of you and I am so glad you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

You were the sweetheart of the compound. The Avengers loved you wholeheartedly. After Dr. Stephen Strange had helped you regain your powers, you were a strong asset for the Avengers. You were able to heal the lot after the battle of New York against Loki Laufeyson.

Since then, it was revealed that Loki was under a powerful mind control from an alien being - Thanos. The power of the tesseract was unyielding, unable to be contained. Therefore, Thanos used it to control Loki and his powers, making him a puppet. You couldn't imagine how incredibly violating that was for Loki. Clint was suffering a similar set of circumstances, but he was still viewed as a hero. Loki was nothing but a villain. Once Loki's trance was broken, you were able to heal him with your magic. Having Hulk throw him around had not been the most gentle incident, and there was definitely some damage done.

Despite Loki's Asgardian healing, his body wasn't perfect. He still needed help in some regard, and you could help him. Your touch was gentle, and Loki realized that from the start. It was one of the things that drew him towards you the most. She'd never love me. His mind haunted him. I'm a monster.

In all reality, you were drawn towards Loki too. You thought he was good-looking, misunderstood, slightly brooding. He was mysterious, and you wanted to know more.

Eventually, Loki made himself to be a primary resident in the tower he once swore to destroy. Along the Avengers and yourself, Loki began to make himself at home. For the most part. He kept relatively quiet and to himself, occasionally reading in the common room when not in his bedroom. He traveled outside for dinner or a coffee at times, but for the most part, tended to make his meals with Thor in the kitchen. Loki didn't particularly like the attention he was given upon going out in public. People were either scared of him or resented him. They didn't understand.

You empathized with Loki like no one else ever had before. You could, genuinely, feel his emotions. At times, when you felt them, you were tempted to lower their potency to make them more tolerable. However, you also understood that Loki needed to process his emotions regarding this entire incident. You couldn't dilute or show favoritism towards anyone. That would simply be unfair. You also knew that you had the ability to take his emotions on yourself, which tempted you often. Especially when there were days when Loki sulked around the compound. This happened frequently after he had gone out and been ridiculed by passersby. Some days were certainly worse than others.

Another thing that seemed to cause Loki to sulk around the compound was jealousy. You felt it, but didn't know the cause. However, you could sense romantic feelings coming from Loki. Not for me, you thought to yourself. Probably for someone like Natasha, or one of Stark's interns.

Christmas was soon to arrive. Only a few more days. The compound was delicately decorated, with the help of Thor, Pepper, Clint, yourself, and a few others. Garlands lined the ceiling, string lights hanging down from them. Red bows littered the walls, and wreaths were hung on seemingly every door available. Poinsettias were placed on the dining room table and the end tables in the living room. A large pine tree covered in tinsel and ornaments were bestrewed upon it sat in the living room as the main feature.

It was safe to say that Loki was very outside his comfort zone. He had never celebrated anything like this, and you could tell. He sat perched on a chair in the living room, watching as you and several others decorated cheerfully. You danced around the room, and he found himself watching your legs longingly. So elegant, so beautiful. How he'd love to have those legs wrapped -

Loki snapped himself outside of his thoughts for a moment, realizing the direction he'd been taking them. You glanced at him for just a moment, and realized how he'd been feeling just moments ago. The emotion that flooded off of him was one of pure sex. You felt yourself reciprocating and feeling his emotion. As you flung your eyes up to catch his, the look he gave you was one that a predator would give their prey.

Soon thereafter you glanced away, his gaze being too intimidating to hold onto for the time being. But the way he looked at you - so - longingly. It made you wonder how he truly felt for you. Maybe he only thought of you as a sexual escapade rather than a potential relationship. Or maybe you were mistaken, that his eyes were longing for Natasha rather than yourself. You shook off the feeling. What you failed to notice, however, is how Loki's gaze swam up and down your body several times before resting on his novel once more.

He mentally took photos of the effortless bun that sat on top of your head, your doe eyes, your plump lips, the curvature in your breasts and bum, your lengthy legs. When you jumped up with excitement for a moment, Loki became entranced by the bounce that came from your bosom. Fuck he thought to himself. I'm screwed.

Your eyes caught his once more, and the same predatory gaze on his eyes. You bit your lip and Loki felt himself harden in his pants before you looked away again. Why does he look like that? You thought to yourself.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS" you heard Thor shout before, in a moment, your legs were flung from beneath you and suddenly, you were wrapped in Thor's arms. One thing you had learned upon joining the Avengers is that Thor Odinson was incredibly affectionate. Not towards anyone specifically, but you were small enough to lift with merely an ounce of effort, and Thor was entertained by that. Comparatively, you lifting up a 6 Ib. infant would have taken a similar amount of effort. You giggled as he held you bridal style, slightly taken aback by Thor's excitement.

In a sudden instant, however, you felt jealously radiating from the other side of the room. Loki. Surprisingly, when you went to look back at him, he had disappeared. Loki couldn't stand another man's arms around you, especially his own brother's. Thor had always gotten everything that Loki never did. From what it seemed, you would be no different. That in itself destroyed Loki.

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Later that night, you couldn't sleep. You hadn't seen Loki at movie night, and you were fearful for his wellbeing. The jealousy that you had felt in the common room from earlier still lingered there. Typically, emotions faded rather quickly. But this one, in its potency, stuck around.

You wandered into the kitchen at roughly 1 am, hopeful that no one would be around. Thankfully, the rest of the compound was fast asleep. Except for one God, but you didn't know that. You began the process of making sugar cookies. Baking always helped you clear your head, and the silencing spell you cast helped make it quieter and more manageable for a 1 am burst of energy. While normally the mixer would be able to wake up the entirety of the compound, now the only thing that would indicate your presence was the sweet, sugary smell of delicious treats.

You combined your wet and dry ingredients with the mixer, meanwhile gathering ingredients for frosting and decorations. Unbeknownst to you, Loki had wandered down from his quarters for a midnight snack. He couldn't sleep either, the image of your delicate form in Thor's muscular arms replayed through his mind constantly.

The image that he saw now, however, made him forget all about Thor's actions from earlier that night. You, dressed in your black, lacy, silky smooth pajamas, reaching for sprinkles in the upper cabinet. The length of the shorts you were left little to the imagination, and the slight v-neck and spaghetti straps exposed the soft skin of your arms, shoulders, and chest. Loki felt himself harden for the second time in your presence that day, and in his slight daze, he approached you. Despite your typical ability to sense emotions and the presence of others, you were so focused on reaching for those damn sprinkles that you failed to notice Loki nearing you.

You gasped as Loki placed his left hand on your hip bone, gently grazing the top portion of your thigh. You shuttered, almost jumping out of his grasp. "Gosh you scared me!" You gasped as Loki had a mere touch of the silk pajamas you wore. "My apologies darling. Allow me," he spoke as his hand passed yours and gently grazed it upon grabbing the sprinkle container. He set it down in front of you, not moving his left hand from your thigh just yet. Loki would cherish this moment for eternity. "Thank you Loki" you spoke gratefully. Loki leaned down to your ear, whispering "My pleasure, love." As you shuttered once more.

Why does he make me feel like this? You wondered, before your thoughts were cut off. "Why are you up so late, doll?" Loki had stepped back now, his body no longer in contact with yours. "I- um-" you started, nervous from your past interaction. "I just couldn't sleep." You responded. "I could ask you the same." You began, gaining a bit more confidence in the conversation.

"Same here, darling." The constant pet names that flowed from Loki's mouth were intoxicating. Despite the little bits of awkwardness you felt, overall you were comfortable with Loki. Although, your outfit choice would have been slightly different had you known that anyone would present themselves in the kitchen that night. A little more coverage, perhaps?

Loki, however, would be thrilled to see you in even less. The dreams and fantasies that he had in regards to you and himself were detailed, but not as detailed as the lovely lace that lined your thighs, your revealed stomach, and your breasts. His fantasies could never compare to your breathtaking presence. God, you were beautiful, in every single sense of the word. He had never seen a creature as magnificent as you.

"Anything specific on your mind, Loke?" You broke him out of his thoughts, now. You grew more and more confident as you felt his emotions pour into the room. As much as you doubted his feelings towards you, you had never been wrong with reading someone before. And Loki's emotions were drowning in sex, love, and sensuality. From what it seemed, they were directed towards you. Either that, or he was feeling extremely deep for someone who wasn't present. But the probability wasn't super likely, considering how strong they were.

Loki suddenly got timid, as if you had caught him. It wasn't often that he became shy, but his emotions towards you made him feel that way. To an extent. Loki was dominant and typically could guide in relationships, but there was something about you that made him hold back. He wanted to be gentle with you. "Not specifically, love. Sometimes I'm just kept up with my thoughts." You nodded in understanding. "Well, if you feel like cookie-making, I'll be up for a little while." You offered, and a smile grew on Loki's face. Being alone? With you? In the privacy of the compound kitchen at 1 am? Count me in, he thought.

"What can I help with?" He offered sweetly. "Well, I have the cookie dough made, so now we need to roll it out and use cookie cutters to make them into fun shapes!" You spoke excitedly, a certain light being brought to your eyes. "You do love this Midgardian holiday, don't you darling?" Loki asked.

"Of course, it's all about giving! What's not to love?" You smiled.

"You're telling me we're not going to devour these cookies all by ourselves?" Loki questioned teasingly. You looked at him in fake offense, placing a hand against your chest. "How dare you speak of such a thing! There's plenty to go around." You rebutted. He winkled at you, sending a shiver up your spine.

You handed Loki the rolling pin, which he looked at, perplexed. You realized that this task may be more difficult than anticipated. At least, for the Asgardian God. You placed the dough down, sprinkling a little flour on top. "Here," you guided him, coming behind him and helping his hands with the motion. "Just like that."

Loki began rolling out the dough, his action becoming more and more confident as he continued. You grabbed the festive cookie cutters that you would use on the dough as he rolled it out to the proper thickness.

You began the process of the shaping the cookies, rolling out the dough after you ran out of space. Stars, Christmas trees, candy canes, ornaments, and stockings lined the baking trays, and soon enough, you had roughly fifty cookies ready to bake. You lightly clapped your hands in excitement, looking up towards Loki. "Thank you, Loke." You smiled, watching as a glimmer of peace came upon his eyes. "You're welcome, doll. This is the most fun I've had in a long time." While the cookies baked, you began on the frosting.

The frosting was finished, and you took a little bit on your pinky finger to taste. Loki watched as you brought your smallest finger to your lips, opening them just the slightest bit, sliding your pinky inside your mouth, and sucking the frosting right off of it. Your cheeks pursed inwards, surrounding the digit.

Loki's emotions immediately skyrocketed at the sight. That was something you instantly took notice of. Oh, I could have some fun with this, you thought. This time, you took your index finger, grabbing some more. You headed towards Loki, who had planted himself on a barstool at the previous sight. "Want to try some, Loke?" You spoke seductively, and his jaw dropped in invitation. You brought your finger into his mouth, holding his jaw with your other hand. He sucked the frosting off as slowly as possible, savoring every single moment of this.

You finally pulled your finger away, a slight bit of resistance due to the pull from Loki's mouth. "Delicious, darling." Loki spoke, smirking the slightest bit. Gaining a bit of confidence, Loki stood up, suddenly towering over you. "I wonder if you taste just as sweet."

You gasped at his remark as Loki backed you until you hit the counter. Your wetness began to grow, and he pressed against you. "May I?" Loki spoke confidently, holding your neck in one hand. You nodded hesitantly, looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Loki began to bring his head to level yours, then resting his forehead on yours. Hesitantly, you began the pursuit of his lips with yours. He matched your energy, gliding his lips across yours effortlessly, and suddenly, he pulled at your lip, granting himself access. In the meantime, his opposite hand traveled lower, pulling at the elastic waistband of your shorts. You pulled back, gasping for air. "I need to taste you down there too, darling." You groaned in anticipation, but pressed at his chest. "We need to get the cookies in the oven." You spoke.

"Just let me have a swipe, darling. Please." Loki indicated with his index finger, curling it slightly. You moaned as he instantaneously stuck his hand down your shorts, pushing past your waistband, in order to collect your juices, trailing from your entrance up to flick your clit ever so slightly, then bringing his finger up to his mouth to devour every bit of your sweet nectar. He groaned himself, bringing a peck to your mouth mere seconds afterwards.

"You taste like Valhalla, my sweet. Promise me I will get more of a taste after these cookies are complete." He held your jaw, and your lips met his once more. "Of course, Loki." You smiled as he backed up from your form to resume the cookie making process.

You took the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool for several minutes. In the meantime, Loki latched onto you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He pecked your cheeks, whispering delicious fantasies into your ear. Suddenly, a thought hit you. "Um- hey Loki?"

"Yes, love?" Loki responded eagerly.

"Do you- like- actually like me- or am I a sexual fantasy for you?" You pondered.

"Oh, darling. My sweet darling. You are the most beautiful, pure mortal I have ever met. You are adorable, kind, and gentle. I want you to be mine. My sexual fantasies are just the ways I wish to claim you and your precious form." You turned to look at him, smiling. "I'm really glad you came down for a midnight snack." He smiled back. The amount of love that radiated from Loki was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

"You had my heart from the second that your gentle touch healed my wounds." Loki told you. You looked up at him hopefully. "Truly?"

"Absolutely."

You and Loki both grew tired finally, after completing and decorating the cookies. Sprinkles and frosting, slightly haphazardly placed on each cookie, you noted that the further you got into decorating, the worse the treats looked. Not that Thor, or anyone else for that matter, would care about the appearance of the cookies in the slightest.

What they would notice, however, is both Loki and yourself cuddled up on the couch in the common room, sharing a pillow with a blanket covering you.

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a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten · 2 months

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SequenceShift Dina

So, been working on SequenceShift and I finally got something for Dina that really clicked with me, and I needed to gush about it since she's probably my favorite character at the moment. So, what's our favorite bartender up to in this AU?

Well, I have said that Dina is a member of the Feisty 'Five' (aka the Royal Rangers), but I haven't really gone beyond that.

Dina started off as the simple bartender lady she was in the original game, not much of a change there, aside from her being childhood friends with Starlo and Ceroba. However, after Kanako had passed, Dina joined the Royal Rangers as a way of keeping an eye on Ceroba.

This led to an encounter with a particularly nasty human that killed a lot of monsters and wrecked half the Wild East. It also resulted in the Feisty Four beaten to near death and Starlo reluctantly killing the human. Such a process ended up breaking him with the harsh realities of being a lawbringer (more on that later) and it goes without saying that the Wild East was reduced to a Ghost Town. Dina recognized this and brought the human SOUL to Ceroba in his place. From that day on, she modeled herself into being the Underground's 'Hangwoman'. She realizes how painful it is to take a life (hell, most monsters crumble in front of a mere human kid), so she's decided to take these matters into her own hands, should another particularly nasty human enter the Underground, so no one would have to go through that type of pain ever again. Essentially, she modeled herself into a Western anti-hero. Okay, granted that could apply to most of the Feisty Five, but she's definitely a darker shade of grey compared to the others, like the protagonist in a Red Dead game or a Clint Eastwood film.

Now, as for her role in the story, she roughly takes the Sans role of the AU Post-Lakeside. She appears in a variety of locations, even being a temporary vendor here and there as a way to relive her Wild East days. She spends a lot of the story watching over Clover and trying to get a read on them.

This eventually leads to her having a boss fight on the slopes of Frostpeak on the Neutral and Geno runs (Pacifist skips the conflict). On a neutral run, she eventually decides Clover doesn't deserve to die for their actions. On Genocide, though? Well, let's just say, she's definitely gonna live up to her Hangwoman title.

And I'll leave it off there for now. If you wanna know more about her, feel free to send me an ask. And if you've gotten this far, thank you for hearing me out about my ramblings for a favorite character.

P.S. she still has the snakes on her, literally.

#undertale #undertale yellow #undertale au #undertale yellow au #undertale sequenceshift au #uty dina #rambles #gushing over a chill bartender being turned into a red dead protagonist

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… so I had this thought… it’s probably a terrible one, but I figured I’d put it out there. If you like it, you can write it. If you don’t like it, just ignore this ask lol

Prompt: mother!natasha and daughter!reader………. on vormir.

“Thanos left with the stone, without his daughter.” Natasha states.

Y/n whispers, “…now you have to leave without yours.”

Can't live without you

This prompt is amazing and it gave me ideas, thank you anon <3. And this is my first ask so yes I'm gonna write it.

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@diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx @simp-erformarvelwomen and to the amazing anon who requested this I love you

Since the snap, everything scattered into nothing. Life suddenly felt lacking. The joy, the crowded rooms, the love and happiness that was shared from one person to another was suddenly gone just in a snap of a finger.

But at least you have your mom right? She's there every day trying to assure you that someday everything will be fine, that the world is still the same even if half of the people were gone.

But it's not the same.

Even if your mom tells you how it's fine. How she acts that she got it all together. You know deep down she was not okay. That she's trying to hold on to everything.

You are an Avenger. She is too.

You didn't even know if the Avengers still exists. Sure your mom still communicates with Carol, Steve, Rocket, and the others but there was barely anything else to do.

The constant looking of your mom at the security of the compound that you know was unnecessary cause it barely had any interaction with any of it. Your mom always finds anything she could fix even tho some of it was a natural occurrence.

Those were the signs that she was trying to hold on because of that you had hoped too.

You and your mom became the glue that stick with the Avengers. You both pulled on the strings the others were trying to let go. You both won't let go no matter how much it burns your hands and your mind trying to tell you to just move on and set them free.

But you both cant.

So when they found a solution. You and your mom were ecstatic. The strings that you both tried to pull were now coming closer. The Avengers were back again to save the world.

You and your mom were both assigned to Vormir. Your mom and Uncle Clint were paired up but you insisted on switching places with him. So Clint went with Cap, Tony, Bruce, and Scott instead.

You were breathless hiking at this freaking high peak mountain. And you thought that was the hardest part but it wasn't.

When this red muscular system man said the words "A soul for a soul" you manage to scoff at how ridiculous his face and what he claims to be the only way to get the stone.

"This is ridiculous ma" you scoffed, eye-rolling at the red-faced man who looked at you with the ugliest stare. "You don't actually believe this shit" you stared at your mom who gave you a glare.

"Sorry for cussing" you shrugged. "But I mean maybe he's lying, right? Or maybe he's she? I don't know!" You exclaimed, honestly you didn't think it was a lie this was one of your nervous rambling. The hanging jokes that were one of them.

"No y/n, he's not lying" your mom murmured. She was rather calm or was it just a facade?

She walked toward you and held your hands. She traced your arms up unto your shoulder and to your head. Encouraging you to rest your forehead on hers.

"Thanos left with the stone, without her daughter" your mom muttered. Was she deciding for you? You know what the next sentence would be. You know she'll sacrifice herself. Her voice was more of a decision than a debate. Her eyes bore into yours telling you how much she loves you.

You looked at her with the same determination. You'd rather die than to see her die.

"Now you have to leave without yours" you whispered. With a quick and firmed motion, you pinned your mother down, causing the redhead to gasp at the impact. Her eyes blurred for a moment and she sees you running to the cliff. Once her vision cleared she aimed her widow bites at your back and hits you bullseye causing you to fall and spasm.

Natasha immediately got up and wasted no time running to the cliff. She leaped at the edge and closed her eyes bracing for the impact but much to her dismay you jumped with her.

You both whirled at the air and with a swift motion, you attached a harness to her back and aimed at the cliff. The abrupt stop made both of you hit the rocks of the cliff and at one minute you slipped into your mother's hold and hung with one hand to hers.

Your mother grasps you with a tight hold. She looked at the harness and realized it was very well attached.

"Damn you" she breathed. She was always proud that the Avengers find you much better than the ex-assassin. You were more precise and calculated. She always bragged about how you could beat her but right now she hated the fact that you had beaten her. You smirked at her and looked down at the ground.

"Mama, let me go" you uttered. Nat shooked her head in disapproval. You saw how her eyes held anger, protest, and distress. You gave her your best smile. That smile reminded her of your first smile when you were a baby. That smile was what gave her hope and right now it gave her anguish that she didn't wanna feel.

"No y/n/n, you can't leave me" she protested, her voice was low, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can't live without you okay?"

"And I can't live without you" you breathed out. You holding on to your mom were straining your arm. And the gravity was pulling you down. You needed to let go.

"It's okay mama. You can stop holding on now" you assured her. You looked down at the bottom again and up to your mom. Your eyes and hers were both filled with unshed tears.

"I love you" you whispered and with a last push, your hands slid on your mother's hold. Even falling you smiled at her to convince her that you weren't worried, that it was okay.

The last thing you saw and heard was your mother's scream and her scrambling at the harness trying to catch you but it was useless you were gone.

She blinked and the scene was new. She looked around trying to see if it was a nightmare but it was not. The stone proved it.

Your mom held the stone close to her chest. Crying in agony. You were gone and she didn't say she loved you too. She loved you with all her heart. There were many things she wanted to tell you. She needed to tell you that you were her hope, her reason to live and to thrive. And she can't do that without you.

She wanted to see you grow. To see you get married to a boyfriend or girlfriend. She wanted to spend every birthday you had. She wanted you to be here.

She never felt this pain before. The pain that she heartfelt seeing you fall. It was constricting and unbearable. She never felt guilt like this before. She wanted to be swallowed by the ground, to be gone and be with you instead.

She came back at a time without you. She didn't see you in a minute. She lost you in a minute.

The team won and made sure all the sacrifices were worth it.

They won but at what cause?

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Dating Pietro Maximoff

Reader: female

Type:headcannons + short scenarios

Notes: Im gonna start writing for more marvel characters

Warnings: none

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You met him on a mission,

A mission where he tried to take out your partner aka Clint

"You didn't see that comin-"

And now he's being choked out by some buff chick suddenly.

Note to self: stop being cocky

He's thrown against a tree and groaning

So you both didnt meet on sweet terms at first...

He's impressed by you, and he's even more impressed that he can't find you after you basically manhandled him.

Do you have superspeed? No. No nothing like that

You're just that fricken good.

But when you're face to face with god its on

How you keep up with his superspeed with forever be a mystery to him.

The urge to just. MHM smash your face in but also kiss you is strong for him.

So imagine how flirty he tried to be when he sees you at Stark Industries

Not to mention you give Tony a hard time and he loves it

Remember he falls down that glass floor? Yeah well, he got cut.

So you're the one to fix him up, you know being the field medic as stuff.

"Had anyone ever told you how pretty you are, you know? up close"

"My dad'll kill you if he hears you saying that."

"I'll take that risk."

Well shit he hooked you with that one sentence

Saving each other on the battlefield for real.

back to back, fighting

Pietro getting injured badly and you carrying him on your back to safety

"I am gonna die doc- Shit-"

"No, but bullets out of your stomach now."

Luckily you got him back safe and sound.

And everyone's alive, yay

"Let me take you on a date for keepin' me alive."

You could only laugh, sewing up the rest of the cuts on the Quinjet.

You took him up on that offer after he heals.

He cooked you dinner, some soup from Sokovia

"You like it?"

"Yeah. It's good soup."

You thought it was a pretty fun date; even if it was just you two eating soup on top of Stark building.

You both just started talking about whatever, what you guys like; hobbies and such, and family.

He asked about your dad, and you only shook your head, "My dad, you know it's complicated...I don't see him as much as I like to."

Pietro only nodded, "Family is never easy."

It was a good date, probably the best one you'd ever had, simple and sweet.

You told him you had to go, but you kept sitting there, you both smiling at one another.

"I'm gonna kiss you now" you smile

its the best kiss ever

Dating is great with you guys, you're for sure everyone teases you.

Especially Tony

You'd guys went everywhere together: he was excited to go see things in new york with you

He loves pizza, especially in hole-in-the-wall places.

He likes hole-in-the-wall places in general, which seem cozier and more romantic.

And if you're guys on seperate missions you better be sure it feels lonely all the sudden.

Steve's kinda stepped into the dad roll for you: he's always sweet and ask how you're doing and asking how you and Pietro are doing.

He even had a father daughter possible son in law dinner with you and pietro,

You both takes alot of naps together.

You guys sleep together in general,

Yes you're the big spoon, he likes when you rub your fingers through his hair

Long kisses after missions where you havent seen him for so long are a must

You love his accent, especially after not hearing it for so long.

"You okay?" Y/n asked him, holding his face,

"Im fine. I'm okay." Pietro nodded, he holding her her wrist comforting, theres a cut across his temple and a forming bruise on his cheek, another cut across his nose.

Y/n hugs him, she was so worried, he can only hug back, kissing her head in response.

You'll try and stay in bed with him the whole day he's recovering.

Getting him anything he needs, changing any bandages.

When you're injured he has a hard time sleeping, he'd hate to lose you in any way shape, or form.

When you're both injured you just knock out together.

Is Stark having a fancy party?

You're matching, you have to, no comment: either you guys have matching schemes, or you have matching ties, maybe just matching rings

He can get jealous, especially of Guys, especially the ones who look at you for a long ass time and then come over and you entertain them

You only ever do it to be nice at first, you know: "Hi how are you" type of stuff

Pietro no matter what comes up behind you kiss your shoulder he'll ask you if everything alright

The guy usually backs off as Pietro introduces himself as an Avenger

If they don't- well, Pietro usually rushes and suddenly there's a fresh drink in your hand and a bowl of candy at the speed of light, "My love."

Now they're really running. Hah...running

At parties he loves dancing with you, he'll take it slow just for you

As said: he may run fast, but loves slow dancing with you like an old married couple.

It's not even the waltz or ballroom, or any of those slow dances: it's just rocking back and forth, going in a circle

He loves kissing you when you slow dance, he's really just so in love with you

and he looks at you that way in small moments, you just being you, makes him happy seeing you smile.

#marvel pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro marvel #marvel x reader #female reader #x female reader #marvel x female reader #marvel headcanons #pietro maximoff headcanon #x reader headcannons

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cagedchoices · 27 days

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It's been a while since I've done bullet points for verse info, but I've been thinking about my Westworld season 1 AU so naturally the brain rot is setting in and I wanna hyperfixate on it.

The What If Caleb Was In Westworld S1? AU

Caleb winds up in possession of an obscene amount of wealth by saving Mr. Whitman's life and in an effort to find something to do with even just a fraction of the money he'll never use, he learns about Westworld.

Aa per canon lore, black hats and white hats are by far the most popular choice among the human guests, typically categorizing them into one of two roles.

Color theory and symbolism in the western hemisphere often dictates that the color white represents purity, innocence, light, and/or heroism as traditionally "good" traits whereas black is often chosen to represent power, darkness, death, mourning, and/or villainy as traditionally "bad" traits.

These are of course not the ONLY color hat a guest is permitted to wear. There are hosts and some background guests seen wearing brown hats or gray hats.

Brown hats and gray hats are naturally more "neutral" options than black hat or white hat. They represent a tendency to make impulsive decisions that happen in the moment. In color theory, brown often symbolizes a neutral but more earthy connection to the world around you. Gray is often chosen to represent an option directly in-between black and white, sometimes thought to be "boring"

Caleb would likely wear a brown or gray hat. I almost wanna say he'd go hatless because that is what he does in the 20s-themed knockoff park but. Cmon, playing cowboy without a hat is like. blasphemous?? So he really should have a hat. So I’m giving him one.

Caleb's outfits resemble Marty McFly's from Back to the Future Part III. Marty's clothes in turn vaguely resembled Clint Eastwood from the Man With No Name Trilogy.

I'm not 100% committed to this idea but. Young William takes on a bounty hunt for Slim Grant during the Past Timeline. Caleb could *maybe* take on the bounty for Hector Escaton in the Present Timeline. Ultimately, he'd probably forego collecting the bounty and let Hector and Armistice go. Tenderloin and the one other bandit whose name I don't remember are still gonna die tho.

#verse info.#never been out this far. it's so...empty — westworld.

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Protective!Clint Masterlist

Christmas Trees, Webs, and Bows (ao3) - Marvelous_Writer G, 8k

Summary: “Looks like our little friend is awake,” An unfamiliar voice says before he’s aware of a hand on his chin, forcing his limp head up. “Did the little spider have a good nap?”

Peter forces his heavy eyes open, only to squeeze them shut with another groan as pain shoots from behind his eyes, all the way up to his head. He jerks back and dislodges the foreign hand from his face before trying to move away, only to find that he can’t.

He can’t move.

Why can’t he move?

Panic flows through Peter at the sudden realization as he opens his eyes halfway, squinting as he manages to look down at himself, only to discover that he’s tightly wrapped in a string of bright multi-colored Christmas lights tied to... a Christmas tree.

Why is he tied to a Christmas tree?

Peter bites off a little more than he can chew and winds up getting kidnapped by the Tracksuit Mafia, only for a certain someone with a bow and arrow to come to his rescue.

Clint 'Best Hugger' Barton (ao3) - iridescent_solitude G, 8k

Summary: Or 5 times when Clint hugs an Avenger and 1 time when he gets a hug himself.

For her it's not about drinking (ao3) - Luxa08 T, 7k

Summary: When the Avengers return from a mission, they find their youngest member drunk in the living room. After their initial shock they try to find out what lead Wanda to this unusual behavior for her.

Here's a Story About the Power of the Broken (ao3) - TheLittleMermaidDJ T, 24k

Summary: He had been sent to kill the Black Widow. But as he sighted down the arrow something shifted and he suddenly found himself making a different call.

The full origin story of Clint and Natasha that we all want!

i know i'll never get it, there's not a day I won't try (ao3) - paintmeyellow N/R 6k

Summary: “One poacher came out of the woods bloodied and scarred. He practically threw himself at the police stationed near there. He was delusional, the police said. Kept screaming about tentacles grabbing the other poachers.”

He pauses. “And a red mist when they disappeared.”

or: the one where Wanda is alive and she finally gets a hug.

isn't it lovely (all alone) (ao3) - OllieCollie T, 53k

Summary: Peter Parker is all alone. He's doing his best to accept his new life and keep on being that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But the past continues to haunt him, and Peter's not sure how much more he can take.

Clint Barton knows something's wrong. Following a recent encounter with New York's red-and-blue vigilante, the former Avenger begins to realize he doesn't know who Spider-Man is—not behind the mask, anyway. Puzzled, Clint goes in search of Spider-Man...and some answers.

Love Every Second (Clint) (ao3) - astrokingly clint/laura N/R, 1k

Summary: When the stomach flu strikes the Barton household, Clint finds himself on laundry duty.

One Thing Leads To Another (ao3) - OllieCollie T, 7k

Summary: The ringing goes on for so long that Peter is sure he's gonna die of blood loss before anyone picks up. Yeah, nobody's gonna answer—

A deep, sleepy voice cuts through the thought. "Hello?"

"Oh, shoot, sorry," Peter says hurriedly, hoping he's not slurring his words too much. "It's definitely like, really late, isn't it? Or early, I guess, considering it's two in the morning or something. I don't know—ouch!—but nevermind, all good, all good—"

"Peter. What's wrong?"

He grunts and shifts, moving the crimson-soaked towel to peer at the wound again. "Okay, wow, this should probably not still be bleeding this much."

"Peter." There's clear concern, maybe even some barely-steeled panic in the voice. Dad mode activated. "What happened?"

Maybe he's a little loopy from the blood loss. Just a little. "Uh…" He tries to focus. "Got shot—twice. Kinda fell off a roof."

Nothing Burns Like The Cold (ao3) - SophieRomanoff97 clint/laura T, 26k

Summary: 'It was a fairly uneventful day for Wanda until a blood soaked and dirty assassin stepped through the doors of the compound.'

When Natasha gets back from her latest mission, hurt, broken, and lost, only Wanda and Clint are there to pick up the pieces.

Featuring caring Wanda, awesome Nat, smartass Clint, the Barton family farm and Wanda coming to some revelations about her relationships with her new friends.

Rescue Mission (ao3) - MantaI305ApollosChariot M, 5k

Summary: Wanda and Clint go on an undercover mission to rescue several missing girls and gather information to apprehend the traffickers responsible. Predictably things do not go as planned.

Takes place between Age of Ultron and Civil War.

Smoke Signals (ao3) - Night_Hawk clint/laura G, 8k

Summary: This is Natasha. The real Natasha.

And he’s not happy that she’s upset but he’s so happy that she’s upset.

Natasha Romanoff does not have friends, despite what Clint's feelings are on the matter.

Someone like her (ao3) - BlissfulBethX N/R, 6k

Summary: Once Lucky was safely curled up on the sofa, they emerged onto the street once again and began walking to a place a couple blocks away that Kate promised sold “the best hot dog you will ever have in your life”. In an effort to remain as anonymous as possible, they went the longer way, avoiding the busier streets and sticking to back alleys.

In retrospect, that was their first mistake.

OR Clint and Kate are attacked and kidnapped and it's up to Clint to get them out. Featuring a very heavily concussed Kate and an extremely worried da- I mean Clint ;)

Something Astray (ao3) - InkpotGod97 pepper/tony, wanda/vision, clint/laura G, 29k

Summary: "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her..."

Wanda, Tony, and Vision are on the run from HYDRA. They don't know who is an ally or an enemy and they can only trust a handful of people. With Wanda still sick and in desperate need of a safe haven, Tony takes charge in hopes of getting her better and finding out the real reason HYDRA wants her back.

But the tension between the Avengers is still in the back of his mind. Trusting Wanda was one thing. Can he learn to trust another rogue hero? And most importantly, where is Steve Rogers?

The One Where Clint is Kate's Weakness (ao3) - JinxQuickfoot M, 34k

Summary: “Well, I have to say. This was much easier than I expected. And I didn’t even have high expectations.”

Kate spun around, ignoring how the concrete scraped at her skin even though the costume, preparing to shoot before she froze instead. Clint was on his knees barely three feet from her, Madam Masque’s gun pressed against his temple. He wasn’t looking at Masque, though. He was looking at her. At her arrow. “You have the shot.”

Just as a mission gone wrong shakes Kate's confidence, Clint's old mentor comes into town in search of a mysterious tape. Now it's up to Kate to rescue her partner before the clock runs out.

when all is going wrong and you're scared as hell, what you gonna do? (who you gonna tell?) (ao3) - flavorblastedfishybuisness clint/laura T, 4k

Summary: When Clint is woken up in the middle of the night to a call from one Kate Bishop, he is understandably not impressed.

When he hears her voice, all of that fades away.

Your Mess Is My Mess (That's What Family Is For) (ao3) -Not_So_Mundane_After_All_97 G, 8k

Summary: After Kate spends Christmas and New Year's Day at the Barton's farm, it's time to go back to her old life. When her mother's trial comes just around the corner, she doesn't know whether to reach out for her partner's support or deal with her family drama alone.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #clint barton #masterlists #protective!clint #protective!clint masterlist #protectiveness

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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sapphickorro · 2 years

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Forever With You´ˎ˗

pairing(s) - Maria Hill x She Hulk!Reader (she/her pronouns used!)

summary: you get captured and experimented on by Hydra. Maria’s there to help deal with the aftermath and the side effects that come with your green side.

warnings: torture, needles, cursing, violence, blood, convulsing, manipulation, kidnap, electricity torture? body mutilation!! Just very dark 18+ maybe possibly even one of my darkest fics???

word count: 7540 (WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS THIS SO LONG)

A/N: this is literally so long. Forgive me please. I just loved this fic so much. Also!! I've had this fic idea in my drafts since may??? Like I never had any motivation until I watched the new She-Hulk trailer and I was like “ahhhh shit, i need to really sit my ass down and write it now.” Here it is!!

Also, I imagined that a lot of the Shield agents were living in a big compound. Almost like the Avengers compound but with a bunch of Shield agents. So, yeah. That’s where we are located.

And, Bruce is Endgame Bruce where he’s mixed with the Hulk but Infinity War and Endgame never happen here?

ao3 - masterlist

You had met Maria years ago, when you were just a rookie being trained by her. This was before she made her way up the ranks, becoming second in charge.

You had instantly fallen for her stern, work-oriented mind. However cold-hearted she may have looked, you knew that she had a gooey soft inside and you were desperate to break the walls and get to know her on a deeper level. All of your work friends laughed at your crush but you were determined to ask her out.

It started off bumpy, your carefree spirited self didn’t help at winning her heart over. You were a stark contrast from what she was. She was methodical and well ordered, you were a pretty happy-go-lucky person. The classic golden retriever and black cat dynamic.

Somehow though, over the years you had broken down her barriers and she had fallen in love with you along the way. You two even got married, hosting a small venue consisting of some family, Fury, a priest, Natasha, Coulson, and Clint along with his family. Lila at that time being your flower girl and Cooper your ring bearer. Laura carrying a little Nathaniel in her body.

It was quaint and you two had no troubles in the world.

Right now; however, you were sitting next to a rookie SHIELD agent, hiding in a hallway that put enough distance between you and the Hydra workers. Somewhere secluded and devoid of cameras. This mission was meant to be an easy in and out, retrieve some documents in the main lab of Hydra that they were operating at and run back to the airship before you got caught. That was before you had realized the whole place was full of booby traps and alarms, alerting the Hydra agents of your guys’ unwelcome company.

“Agent Hill, I think we have been compromised.” You speak into your ear piece, Shield agents on the end of it. “Can you make it back to the airship?” Maria asks, holding a calm facade although you know that she’s probably panicking on the inside.

“Maybe, but the guards are nearing in on us soon, I don’t think there’s enough time.” You respond just as you heard faint sounds of boots running on the solid ground. Voices with thick accents muttering things in ear pieces that you couldn’t understand.

“Are we going to die? I don’t want to die here like this. I haven’t even told my parents I work at Shield yet.” The rookie next to you frantically whisper yells at you. He’s clearly freaking out, his breathing coming out rapidly.

“Kid, I’m going to need you to calm the fuck down. Deep breaths alright. Your loud breathing’s gonna get us all killed.” You say as you grab onto his shoulders staring deep into his eyes. He simply nods and tries to work on his breathing.

“We’re getting Agents ready to head on in if you can’t make it out.” Maria says attempting to get your exact coordinates inside the giant building.

“No, I have an idea.” You respond to Maria’s call. “The agents won’t make it in time, I’m going to try something.”

“Try something? No, this is dangerous, just wait for the agents.” Maria says irritated at your words.

“Kid, take this and protect it with your life.” You hand the rookie the journal full of documents and secrets the Hydra workers were keeping. He accepts it and looks at you quizzically. “I’m going to stall for time alright. You need to run out the same exact way we came in. Do not dare stop for a moment,” You say to him in your sternest possible voice. He nods and asks, “What’s going to happen to you though?”

“I’ll be fine, I was trained by Agent Hill after all.” You say winking at him. “Agent Y/L/N what the hell are you doing? I told you not to try anything.” Maria says.

“Get a head start and start running now. I’ll draw their attention and I’ll be back out in the airship asap.” You say as you pull the guy onto his feet and push him in the direction of the way back. You start counting down from 3 to 1 and after he runs out of your site, you start running in the direction of the agents.

“Hey! There they are!” A thick russian accent yells and points in your direction as they see a figure run by them. They radio in that they caught the intruder as you start running through the building knocking things down and causing havoc.

You pull their fire alarms and smash some glass vials onto the floor, spreading papers and documents throughout the hallways as you run around. All of this happening while Maria is yelling in your ear. You’re unsure what she’s saying as you’re too busy focussing on not getting caught but you assume it’s a bunch of her scolding you for your idiotic actions and how much danger you have put yourself in.

Shots start to ring out through the hallways, forcing you to hide out in one of the rooms. You barricade it with a chair, hoping to stall yourself some time before they rammed themselves through the door.

“Alright, I think the rookies on the airship now. All the documents are there, I made sure to not miss grabbing any of the important ones.” You say out of breath to Maria. “Agent Y/L/N you realize how big of a-” Maria starts but you cut her off.

“Maria, I’ll be alright. They may have rifles but I’ve got a fully loaded pistol and gun firing training taught to me by Clint. Plus, I’ve just stalled you guys time to get your agents in the building.” You say as you pull out your gun and aim it at the door.

“God you’re-” Maria starts but gets cut off once again as the door starts to bang. Loud shouts of, “She’s in this room,” and “We found her!” are heard through the door. The chair starts shaking as the door starts to get broken into.

Maria yells in your ears to stay calm and to don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you though, you thrived off of risky behavior. You closed the lights and hid behind a cabinet.

“Alright, in the scenario that your agents are too slow to getting to me. Just know that…I love you. And that, I’m glad you fell for a chaotic mess of a person like me. Just, don’t fall in love with Nat yet. She’s got too much emotional baggage she needs to sort out first.” You whisper into your earpiece chuckling. Maria and Nat were best friends, you would always tease them about their closeness but you knew that they were nothing but friends.

“You’re right, you’ve always been right. Even now I’m starting to think that maybe you were right about me bringing more than just a pistol to this mission.” You laugh once again. “My greatest accomplishment was getting you to fall in love with me.” You finish off just as the door opens, a loud bang emitting from the door falling and the hinges breaking loose.

The guys turn on their flashlights and you peek out of your hiding spot shooting at the men in the front causing them to drop. You continue your shootout until you run out of ammo. “Ah shit.” you mutter to yourself as they stop their firing and near in on you.

“What, what’s happening? Are you okay?” Maria asks as you walk out and away from the cabinet. Your hands in the air in a surrendered pose. The men grab your arms, handcuffing you behind your back and forcing you onto your knees. The man in the front walks up to you, punching you on the face opposite from your earpiece. You groan at the impact. Maria tries to get you to answer her and speak back, to tell her what's happening but deep down she knows it's a lost cause.

You get punched a couple more times, making blood dribble out of your mouth. Maria flinching everytime a pained yelp comes out of your mouth until the man grabs the earpiece in your ear.

“Seems like there were more people here than we thought.” He says putting the earpiece close to his mouth. He then drops it on the floor, stomping on it, breaking it in one crush.

“It’s another one of those stinky fucking Shield agents.” The guy says to everyone around him, he grabs his rifle, pointing it at your head. “I smell of pina coladas, may I have you know.” You retort to his comment.

“You think you’re so smart huh? Don’t make me blast your fucking head off!” He yells out though gritted teeth. You’re about to make another witty remark when an older voice cuts through the crowd.

“Alright Rumlow, that’s enough.” You both turn your heads to face a man in a lab coat with glasses. “She seems like she’ll make herself very useful, isn’t that right.” He coos at you, holding your chin forcing you to look up into his eyes.

“Sir, what do we do now?” A voice behind the man in the lab coat asks. “Evacuate, quickly. This place has been compromised.” He responds still staring at your eyes intently.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, anger clearly evident on your face. He leans down to you “Don’t be such a pouty baby, it causes wrinkles.” He says smiling at you. You spit in his face causing him to stand back up with a disgusted yell. “Your breath smells like tuna juice and ass.” You say slyly at him. A small smirk forms on your lips. At your actions, he gets furious. He pulls out a needle filled with liquid. Your eyes widen as you try to shift away but he injects it into your neck causing your eyelids to feel too heavy to keep open. Your body drops to the floor as you black out.

You wake up on a cold metal table. A bright light shining in front of your face causes you to squint and look away. Your arms and legs are tethered down to each side of the table.

“It seems like our guest is finally awake.” The same voice that had put you asleep speaks into the intercom. You look at your surroundings, a square room with walls of metal. You are placed in the very center of it, on the wall facing you, there is a one sided mirror. You presume that they’re looking at you through there. That or the camera placed in the corner or the roof. A door is right next to the mirror (you presume that’s the exit). Aside from that, you are left alone with your thoughts and the loud voice of a man.

“Did you creeps undress me?” You say as you look down to your body. Your Shield uniform replaced with a hospital gown-like dress.

“It was merely to ensure you didn’t have anything dangerous on your body.” The loud voice booms through the room again. “What do you want to do with me? If you want me to tell you any secrets, I’m sorry to inform you but I have no answers to any of your questions.” You spit out, your words cold like venom.

The room goes silent for a while until the door unlocks and the doctor/scientist looking man walks in. Accompanied with him is another man in a lab coat, much younger looking than him, and a man dressed in black who you assume was the man named Rumlow. The younger guy in the lab coat carries a cart of a bunch of surgical tools and needles. You gulp hoping that they wouldn’t have to use any of that on you.

“Now, let’s get down to business shall we?” The old man in the lab coat walks up to you. “You can call me Doctor.” He says looking at you standing in front of your table.

“That’s it? Just, Doctor? Did your parents name you that or did you just decide to be mysterious and name yourself Doctor.” You ask quizzically. “Yes, it’s just Doctor. I just feel as if it is better for you to not know my name.” He mutters to himself as he puts on gloves.

“Wait, Doc. I thought we agreed to my plan first.” Rumlow asks the doctor. “Ah, you’re right. Well, I guess we could start with your idea first.” The doctor responds as he steps back allowing Rumlow to step closer to you.

“Where did all the documents go?” Rumlow asks waiting no time as they push a button to make it so the table faces towards the ceiling. Your head now above your feet as you are placed in a standing-like position.

“Well, I’m sure you already know that it’s going to Shield.” You respond nonchalantly.

“Where is Shield located?” He asks, putting a hand against the table, propping himself up. “How should I know, they’re changing their hideouts every damn day. For all I know they could be in the middle of the pacific ocean.” You chuckle out.

“Then tell us where the hell your main base is.” He grows more irritated at your calm expression. “Did you not hear what I said earlier? I’m not telling any of you any-” You try to finish your sentence until a strong fist comes in contact with your gut. The surprising contact makes you lunge your head forward, your fists clenching tightly.

“What-” You were about to curse at him until a hand comes in contact with your face, slapping you. You wince as the slap makes your already bruised face sore once again. “I don’t want to repeat myself, answer us or else you will go through a hell of pain.” He says coldly as he whispers it into your ears.

“I’d rather die.” You didn’t mean the words you said, you very much love your life but you realized a long time ago that your life matters less than the hundreds of lives that would be affected by your confession to where Shield was located at.

“Very well then, Doc let’s start some surgery.” He grins menacingly at you as he holds his hands out waiting for the younger guy in the lab coat to come over. Rumlow looks down at the artillery of surgical devices and grabs a scalpel.

“Tell me where Shield is located and that pretty skin of yours can go unscathed.” He starts to drag the small knife down your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its path. “I’m really starting to hate the smell of old spice and overly masculine cologne.” You say as you stare at Rumlow, his scent of wood and forest making your head nauseous.

His eyebrows furrow together as he slices a piece of your arm writing out an ‘H’. “Let’s play hangman, everytime you decide not to answer us or to aggravate me, I’ll add an extra letter.” You wince in pain as trickles of blood fall down from the H.

“This will be a bitch to cover up by a tattoo wouldn’t it be.” You joke as another letter gets added, this time much rougher causing you to yell out in pain. The letter Y is drawn making you realize it’s probably “HYDRA” that he’s going to inscribe on you.

Ideally, you realize you should just close your mouth and not talk at all but you’ve never been one to be serious. You grew up using jokes and humor as a cope and it translated to your everyday manner. That’s what made Maria fall for you in the first place though. Your ability to make her laugh and calm down made her feel safe with you. You two contrasted each other but meshed so well together. She was always the one to bring you back to earth, make you focus on what’s important in times of need. You were the one to make her let her hair down, live life a little looser when she was caught up in too much work.

You smile at the fond memories of you and Maria partying and having fun together. “You smiling at me? You think this is some fucking joke?” Rumlow yells in your face, a bit of his spit landing on your cheek causing you to close your eyes in disgust. He draws up the letter D in a rage filled state. Every cut getting increasingly more painful. Your yelps getting louder as you turn your head away from him.

“Rumlow, don’t you think we should calm it on the slicing.” The doctor steps in grimacing at the blood flowing from your arm. “No, this bitch thinks everythings a joke. We need to make her talk, make her realize how damn serious we are.” He slaps your face again with his free hand making you open your eyes up and face him. The cool breeze hitting your arms making you groan in agony.

“She’ll die of blood loss before we can even get on with my plan!” The doctor yells at Rumlow taking away the scalpel from him. Your eyes start to droop. The blood spewing out of your arms making your brain too dizzy to stay awake. “Fuck! Don’t faint on me, I still haven’t finished with you yet.” Rumlow says holding onto the collar of your shirt to bring you closer to him. His hands slapping your face back and forth to try and make you regain consciousness.

“That is not helping!” The doctor says as he gets his assistant to grab Rumlow and hold him back. They force Rumlow to leave but not before he punches a wall yelling out russian curse words.

“Alright, get the stitches and bandages. We need her breathing for our experiment.” The doctor’s voice is the last voice you hear as you once again pass out. This time from the blood loss.

“They’re gone. The whole place seems to have been evacuated.” An agent says through their ear piece back to Maria.

“Damn it! Fuck!” Maria yells out as she slams her hands on the table in front of her. All the agents in the room turning their heads to stare wide eyed at her.

They had never seen their co-director this angry before. Sure, she’s had the occasional angered face and grimace but never has she vocalized it. She’s yelled before but never out in anger, especially by using foul language. She always composed herself before a curse word would slip out.

“Agent Hill, let’s take a walk.” Director Fury says as he walks up behind her noticing the commotion. He lets her calm down before she turns around and speed walks away from Fury. He catches up to her by a small jog.

“I think you damn well near scared all of those agents in there shitless.” He says, chuckling to himself. He matches Maria’s walking pace as she walks into the armory room.

“How could you be so calm, let alone LAUGH at this situation? They have Y/N and god knows where the hell she is.” She turns around facing Fury with an angered face that he hadn’t seen before.

“Coulson is tracking her right now. The chip you placed in her shoes is being traced right now, I’m sure we’ll find her.” He says trying to calm her down. She stomps away opening a locker in the armory room.

“I have no doubt we’ll find her, it’s just a matter if we find her alive. She could be hurt, or worse!” Maria says frantically as she grabs guns and bullet proof armor. “And what’s your plan, to ride a jet all over the Earth until we find her?” Fury says holding the guns and shoving them back in the locker.

“You have no idea where she is, you staying here is the best idea until we can actually track her down.” He says holding an arm out over the locker to make it so she can’t open it back up. “We’re all worried, Hill, but right now nothing will be solved with you running around trying to find her when Coulson is already on it.”

For the first time since Maria’s wedding, Fury sees her cry. She held her hands over her eyes trying to stop the flow of tears that fell. Her breathing quickened as she started sobbing. Fury was unsure at what to do, he had never seen his co-director sob before. Sure, the occasional tears that came at marrying her wife but never such sadness was conveyed by Maria. He opted to pat her back soothingly, unsure of whether he should leave and let her have space or to stay and comfort her. Hell, who was he kidding, he’s never had to comfort anyone before. His say it like he means it cold attitude made it so he was never one to have anyone seek comfort in him. Usually it’d be you that Maria confides in but clearly you’re not here right now.

A couple of agents walk into the armory room laughing and talking until they stop in their tracks noticing their director and co-director in the same room. Fury notices the pair and yells, “Get out!” Effectively making them fearful, their backs turning to run away from the scene.

Fury sighs as he goes and closes the door to the room. Once returning to his original spot he sits down on a bench and starts to talk. “You know, I used to think this was an awful mistake you were making. Going ahead and dating a girl like Agent Y/L/N?” He chuckles out, his hands landing on his thighs.

“She wasn’t the first agent to make jokes, bad ones at that, but she was the first agent to make you laugh.” Maria chuckles at what he says. Her sobbing now turned into small sniffles. “I remember the day you got shot during the battle against Loki, she was the first to tend your wounds. Maybe that was the most serious I’ve ever seen her be.” He says as he pats the empty space on the bench next to him allowing Maria to take a seat. She accepts his silent offer as she sits down wiping her eyes clean of tears.

“You know, I’ve grown to like her jokes, it makes this serious job sometimes feel less intimidating. A quick crack of a joke from her makes the atmosphere lighter, reminds us that we’re all still humans with emotional and physical needs.” He says facing her. “I’m glad you chose to marry her in the end.” He cracks a smile. The first genuine smile she’s seen from her Director in a while. Not a smile from laughing or being fake nice, a real smile that curls his lips. He gives Maria one last final pat on the back as he stands up, heading out of the door.

Just as he reached the door, it opens with an agent running in urgently. Fury is about to yell again until the agent opens his mouth speaking quickly. “Coulson found her. They found where Agent Y/L/N is located!” He says quickly, causing Maria to spring up from her seat.

You wake back up to a pinch in your arm vein. You look over to see the doctor injecting a needle filled with green liquid through your arm. You try to move but your whole body was confined down. A piece of tape covering over your mouth as you try to scream out. Nothing but frantic yelps from your throat come out.

“Alright, that’s the last of it, chap.” The doctor says to you, patting your cheek lightly. You try shaking your head but your forehead is confined by metal to the table too. It’s something straight out of a horror movie.

The doctor yells something in Russian through the room and a younger Russian voice comes out of the speaker. After a couple seconds, your body starts to convulse. The metal table turning into one giant taser. You widen your eyes as you try to break out of your confinement, nothing working.

After a couple more seconds, the zapping stops causing you to breath violently through your nose. Teardrops sliding down the side of your eyes. “Why did it not work!” The Russian doctor yells walking closer to you.

“Maybe we should up the dosage?” The voice from the intercom responds as the doctor grabs a much larger needle filled with the same green liquid. “Very well, time for test 2.” He injects the large syringe back into the spot where you were first injected. The pain from the needle is nothing comparable to the pain from the shocks of electricity you just went through.

The doctor finishes and steps back once again, you notice he stands behind a line of bright yellow tape. Your eyes widen once again, knowing what’s about to happen. “We’re ready.” The doctor yells out. The table frying your insides once again with its electricity. You’re sure you’ve never felt such intense pain before. Your feet and hands wiggle uncontrollably as it is the only things you can move.

The table stops its mini bolts of lightning once again. Your eyes close shut, tears fully flooding your vision. “Why won’t this work!” The doctor furiously walks towards you again. His hands reach the tape over your mouth, ripping it off. The fresh air hits your face as you open your mouth to gasp.

“Why.” Is all you can mutter to him, your voice too weak to talk. “The real question that should be asked is why do my serums not work on you?” He frantically asks, checking your body for any changes in appearance. “Shield will come for you.” You mutter through gritted teeth. Your eyes bloodshot red with tears.

The Russian doctor merely laughs at you. “Shield? You’ve been stuck here for weeks, kid. They’ve left you here to die! We saved you, be grateful.” He laughs in front of your face. Your eyes widen. Had they really left you here for weeks? How long have you been out for? The metal prison you’ve been confined to stripped of clocks or ways of telling you how many days it's been. No windows or lights, the only light is the one shining down on you.

In all reality, it had only been a couple of hours. The doctor knew that destroying your hope could potentially make his chemical concoction work. “They don’t care about you. None of them do. Don’t you think those Avenger friends of yours would be here by now if they actually gave two shits about you?” He says caressing your face causing you to lean away.

“You’re trying to kill me.” You mutter out as you clench your hands on the metal table. “Oh, this bad boy? Don’t worry about it, it hurts enough to cause pain but not enough to kill you. I mean, sure. Maybe if we left you on it for a prolonged amount of time. But I’m sure you can last 15 seconds on it.” He says smiling as he pulls out another syringe with green liquid. “This is to make you greater than what you already are. You’ll become a superhero. Or, well. In this situation a villain?” He covers your lips back up with the tape. He injects your arm with the same dose of green liquid as before.

“Let’s go again. Test 3.” He walks back to behind his yellow line. You sit there defeated as more tears fall down your face. You knew that still Maria cared about you but you thought that you were too far away for them to track you now. Your thoughts drift off to Maria, hoping that imaging her face would make this ordeal less painful.

Right as they start shocking you, the door bursts open. Heavily armored Shield agents walked in pointing their guns at the doctor. You hadn’t realized it yet as your body was currently in visceral pain. The only thing you hear are sounds of electricity hitting the table behind you and your muffled screams.

“Oh my god. Someone turn that thing off!” Maria yells seeing you on the table strapped down and convulsing. It had only been 40 seconds that you were on the table but to you, it felt like days.

The zapping finally stops as one of the agents pressed a button from behind the mirror to make it stop. The metal clamps holding your body down release too as Maria runs up to you. Scared to even hold you. Your eyes are barely able to open. The mix of bright lights, intense pain, and yelling from the Shield agents causing all of your senses to flood. Tears flowing out as you sob silently, feeling your body being picked up by one of the stronger, taller Shield agents. You hear Maria saying “Be gentle with her,” as she holds your hand the whole time on your evacuation out of the building.

It had been two weeks if not nearing three weeks since your torturous confinement. The nightmares had been constant and your once lively self became depressed and tired. Around the two weeks mark you had moved out of Maria’s room opting to sleep in your own room afraid of your nightmares causing her work and everyday performance to suffer. Your lack of conversation to her worried her more than your nightmares.

You used to tell her everything about your day. From the good things that happened to the shitty things that you had to rant about. Now you confined yourself to your room, only opening the door to accept food that Maria made or ordered. Dr. Cho had checked up on you once a week and everything seemed to be fine. They had said that there was something wrong with your blood but they were taking time to run tests, until then they weren’t sure what was injected in you.

Your body healed, the scars caused by Rumlow were being treated. The only thing that hadn’t been treated was your body mentally. Dr. Cho had offered therapy but you rejected the suggestion multiple times. Thinking that the faster you healed, the faster you would get back to work. You didn’t have time for trivial things like therapy sessions you thought.

That was until one day, you had a specifically bad nightmare. Phantom pains of the electricity hitting your skin over and over again keeping you awake. Thoughts of Maria and all the other Shield agents leaving you to die on that cold metal table, alone and afraid. Sobs wracked your body and you felt yourself unable to breathe. You were so lost in your panic that you hadn’t noticed the hand coming over your back. You flinched away until you looked up through your blurry eyes noticing Maria. She snuck in your room the moment she heard your loud sobs. Her heart being unable to handle hearing the pain you were in.

She hesitated, afraid of touching you again but you leaned in this time. Welcoming her warmth. Maria freezes until she realizes your muffled cries are covered by her chest. She hugs you, pulling her arms behind your back and holding you close, never wanting to let go. Her head rests on top of yours, occasionally pecking kisses on your forehead.

You mutter out “I’m sorry,” to her over and over again, sorry about waking her up and causing her so much trouble these past weeks. She shushes you replying with “It’s okay,” as she caresses your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back with her other hand.

After your crying had calmed down and all that remained were sniffles, you leaned back. “Can you stay with me tonight?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you held her hands in your own refusing to meet her eyesight. “Of course.” You don’t see it but a smile breaks on Maria’s face, the first time in days that she’s been able to just hold you.

Maria had never been one to fancy cuddling or physical touch. That was until she met you. You were like a koala, always holding onto her. You would find any excuse to hold her hand or give her a kiss. She hadn’t realized how much she relied on your body warmth to fall asleep. Resulting in her cuddling your pillow in hopes of getting some of your scent back.

“I promise you’re safe with me.” She says as the two of you lie down, your back touching the front of her chest. Maria tightly spoons you whispering I love you’s over and over as you hold her hand in your own. You whisper back an “I love you,” before you fall asleep. Your voice soft but just loud enough for Maria to be able to hear, resulting in a large smile breaking out on her face.

That night the two of you have the best rest you’ve had in weeks. Content in each other’s arms and comfort.

When morning came, Maria was the first to wake. Her hardwired sleep schedule of waking up really early in the morning never changed no matter the time she slept at. She decided to call Fury later and tell him that she’s taking time off of work today to just stay in your arms, hoping to enjoy this moment a little longer.

She cuddled into your neck a little closer as she felt you shift in your sleep. She inhaled your scent, smiling to herself. Oh how she missed the smell of pina colada. It’s only a couple minutes until you wake up, you yawn as you turn your body over, hugging Maria tightly as your head hides under her neck.

“I’ve missed your koala snuggles.” She whispers into your hair, giving it a quick kiss. “And, I’ve missed you most of all.”

You smile at her words, forgetting about all the bad things that have happened to you in the past weeks. “I’m sorry.” You mutter again. She leans back to pull your chin up to meet her eye line, “I thought I told you that it’s all okay and that there’s nothing you should be sorry about.”

You shake your head as you pull away from her hold. “No, I’m sorry for…everything. For making your life so difficult and then pushing you away. I thought that I’d be less of a burden if you didn’t have to worry about me.” You sit up bringing your knees to your face.

Maria sits up as well, putting a hand over your back, “You’re never a burden to me. And, I’ll admit that you pushing me away hurt…but I understand that we all have our ways of dealing with things. You don’t have to change immediately but please don’t leave me in the dark again.” She pushes a piece of hair out of your face as you lean up. “Okay.” You respond quietly, smiling back at her.

Throughout the day you two sat together enjoying each other’s company. No words needing to be exchanged. Maria knew that if you wanted to open up to her about anything, you would’ve.

It was after dinner time and the Shield agents were having a little movie watch-along. Maria had asked if you wanted to join, saying that it was alright if you weren’t ready yet and that the two of you could spend a night alone together instead. You shook your head and decided to join. You wanted to see your friends again, showing them all that you were okay.

When the two of you joined the living room in the big building, all of your friends ran up to you giving you hugs. You forgot how nice it was to be in the company of others. “We’re watching Tusk today!” A guy comes out of his room holding a dvd.

You’re familiar with that movie. A horror movie about this crazy scientist who kidnapped some reporter and turned him into a seal.

The whole room goes silent as they awkwardly glance at you. “Well, we could watch a Disney movie instead! Princess and the Frog anyone?” The guy quickly says as he realizes you’ve joined them for movie night.

“No, no. It’s okay, I don’t mind watching Tusk with you guys.” You smile lightly at them. Their curious gazes not sure what to do. They either watch Tusk or risk belittling you buy not watching Tusk. They opt to watch Tusk in the end.

Throughout the movie Maria’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder as you curl up in a ball next to her on the couch. You realized that watching Tusk in the end was an awful idea as your mind starts going back to flashbacks of what had happened to you all those weeks ago.

Your breathing becomes labored just slightly. Not enough for the team to notice but enough for Maria to pick up realizing that something was wrong. “You okay?” She whispers in your ear not wanting to interrupt the movie. “Yeah, I think I had too much soda.” You whisper back, chuckling as you stand up and maneuver through the bodies of people sitting on the floor and legs of people on the couch.

You reach the bathroom in your’s and Maria’s shared room as you hold onto the sink. Your fists clenching the sides of it as you start to breathe heavily. Your mind flashing back to the pain you felt on that table.

It had been a while since you went to the bathroom, Maria gets up to check up on you. As she walks into the bathroom she notices you breathing heavily. “Y/N/N, are you alright?” She approaches your body. As she attempts to wrap an arm around you, you yell out. Your body going green as your size doubles. Maria stands back seeing you grow so tall, muscles erupting through your arms. Your yells become growls as you run out of the room, breaking a couple walls on your way out from your size.

You run into the living room grabbing the TV off from its cable and throw it across the room. The agents sitting around stand up and jump away from you. They pull out guns from hidden spots in the room and aim at you ready to shoot.

“Wait!” Maria yells out running after you. “It’s Y/N!” She stands in front of you putting distance from you and the agents. “I don’t care who or what that is, we need to get her to calm down before she breaks more than just a TV.” A voice comes from the hallway. Fury walks out with a pistol in his pajamas.

You roar out and run towards the agents about to attack them as they start firing their guns at you. You put your hands in front of your face, the bullets blocking your vision. Of course, none of the bullets hurt you but you found them extremely annoying. “Call Banner!” Fury yells out to Maria. She immediately runs to grab a phone to call up Bruce Banner.

You grab one of the agents causing them to scream as you stare at them in anger. Fury then grabs a chair from the dining table and throws it at your head. You turn your back around to face Fury, dropping the agent from your hold.

“Ah shit.” He mutters as he starts running towards the elevator. He makes it in before you and is about to close the door on you when you grab the two sliding doors and push them apart, opening the elevator for you to grab Fury. “Damn!” He yells as you roar into his face. Your grip on him is suffocating.

Maria sighs and grabs pans and plates from the kitching. She starts throwing them at you, making you follow her as she runs down the stairs. Fury still in your palms yelling at Maria and asking her when Bruce was going to arrive.

She finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, opening the door and runnin out to the front desk where the night shift receptionist is rightfully stunned at the sight in front of her.

“Y/N! Drop him! Drop Fury right now!” She yells out as you break the door to the front desk. Maria runs out of kitchenware to throw and grabs pencils from the pencil cup to throw at you much to the receptionist’s annoyance.

You roar out and drop Fury. You run towards Maria at full speed as she stays put, clenching her eyes as she is prepared to be hit by you. Until you stop and kneel in front of her. Maria opens her eyes to see what had happened. She sees Bruce behind you, a dart shooter in his hand.

“Elephant tranquilizer!” He yells out showing them his darts. Your body collapses down, your back revealing three darts. “Really?” Maria says in annoyance. “What, worked on me.” He said laughing as he walks over prepared to lift your body up.

You wake up on a hospital bed. Your arms and legs strapped down as you see someone about to inject a needle into you. “No! Stop!” You scream out, your body shaking in the bed trying to break out of your leather constraints. Your mind wanders back to the torture you went through. Thinking you’ve somehow been captured again or that everything had been one big fever dream.

“Hey, hey Y/N it’s okay.” You hear the voice of your wife to the left of you. You turn your head and see her putting a hand on your palm trying to comfort you. “It’s okay.”

You turn your head and see Dr. Cho standing there with a needle in her hand. In the corner of the room Bruce is standing there. “What- What’s happening?” You frantically ask, still trying to remove your hands from the restraints.

“Sorry about tying you up, we weren’t sure if you’d go Hulk on us again.” Maria caresses your face making you turn your head towards her. She quickly makes work removing the leather restraints.

“There, better?” You nod slightly, you’re confused at what they mean. “We’re just going to draw some more blood for testing, I can assure you nothing is in here.” Dr. Cho says as she walks up to you with the empty syringe that’s sizably large. Your body tenses again seeing the needle but a soft hand makes its way onto yours. Clasping it for comfort, instantally easing you out of your anxiety filled state.

“Okay.” You whisper out, barely audible but just loud enough for the women around you to hear. When Cho’s needle gets closer to your skin, you instinctively turn your head to the side. Your eyes meeting Maria’s with a soft smile gracing her lips. “It’ll be alright my love. I won’t let anything harm you again.” She mutters as she leans in for a kiss. Her soft lips connecting with yours makes you forget about the pain of the needle.

“There we go. It’s all over with.” Cho backs up and places the needle away. She grabs a bandaid and covers the tiny hole she poked in your arm in which she drew the blood out of. Bruce walks up to you at the edge of the bed.

“Kid, I think you and I have more things in common now.” He says trying to give you some comfort. You smile at him and say, “Stop calling me that, I’m not a kid.” In response, he shrugs, “You’re still younger than me, definitely still a kid in my eyes.”

Once they all leave, allowing you and Maria to be on your own. She grabs hold of both of your hands, placing her forehead on yours. Your noses almost touching as you two close your eyes, enjoying this serene moment. “I hurt people, didn't I.” You whisper out, your voice trembling at the end. “I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, sure some of our agent friends and maybe Fury are pretty shaken up, but somehow you knew not to squeeze 'em too hard. Almost as if your She-Hulk self still had a moral compass.” She chuckles out, her hands now coming up to your face.

“So, I guess I really am a Hulk now?” You ask leaning back and looking down at your hands. “Whatever you are, I don’t care. We can go on this journey together.” You smile up at her, so much love is encompassing your heart hearing her say this.

“I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you, I would’ve never been able to forgive myself.” You lean in to hug her tightly, not wanting to let go. “You could never hurt me.” She whispers into your neck, hugging you back.

“Should I call Cho to get you back to the compound?” She says her head still comfortably sitting in between your neck. “Can we just stay like this for a while.” You say shaking your head not wanting to let go of her warm body. “Forever if you want.”

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