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medicinemane · 2 months

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You know, it bothers me the way it seems like people have totally forgot about Iranians... thought we were all on the same page, wasn't it... women, life, freedom? (I legit don't remember, but the reason for that is it wasn't my slogan to say. Maybe it sounds strange, but that's how I felt, so I never actually wrote it, which makes it harder to remember)

Just feels like for a brief window there we were all talking big talk about supporting them, but then it all kinda dried up

I'll be totally transparent about one of the reasons this keeps coming up for me, russia is a major ally of Iran, Iran supplies the kamikaze drones russia hits civilians with... you know they're not giving them away for free... I worry what the Iranian government uses anything it gets to do... I don't really hear anything from Iranians anymore (though once again I fully admit that most of what I was hearing was second hand, I never had found an Iranian to directly follow... I don't know if anyone's still talking)

I just... I legit worry that people talk a big game about Gaza right now, but will they in a year?

I'm frustrated because a lot of the support people and causes around the world get seems like it's almost more self masturbatory than anything real... sure, everyone really well and truly means it, but then they get bored and it's on to a new cause

So I worry the support will be fleeting... and I see some people really getting down in the mud in ways... well, I'm not a people keeper, I don't get to tell people what to do, but I wouldn't be very pleased if I was acting the way I see some people act and my real point is I worry they're doing all this shit and they're not even gonna stick it out with the cause... seen people get bored and dip to many times to trust it

I'm not perfect... I have a shit memory a lot of the time, and I got a lot on my mind, but I still remember Hong Kong... at least sometimes... even looked into it from time to time and the news never looks good

I remember the Uyghurs, though my shit spelling always makes me look it back up. I think about Syria and how forgotten they are. I do actually still keep up with Ukraine... and then I see connections between russia and Iran and assad and...

I don't know... this stuff eats a me a little... not a lot, not more than the helplessness we all feel about bad things beyond our control usually does... I just worry about people, how they act with shit

Worry that you roll around in the mud too long it starts getting hard to wash off, and I worry that people sometimes get in the mud less cause they're trying to help anything and more cause sometimes it feels good to have an excuse to get dirty... righteous anger that makes any behavior permissible

I don't talk about current events that are on everyone's radar nonstop cause I don't want to burn support out by just overloading people with horror... but I generally find murdering innocent people to be a bad thing, so yeah... I want to see a fucking ceasefire already

Don't talk about it, but I actually do care quite a bit... and I worry... I worry that it'll be forgotten the second the news cycle moves on like everything else is

Worry that every bit of vile behavior I've seen that was for high minded goals will turn out to be dropped in an instant...

Almost like that's not a bug, that's just the point

#sorry; no reblogs for this one... I'm not letting someone 5 reblogs outside my sphere start going on about something insane #I don't like talking politics and I don't like talking discourse #both to keep things civil and cause frankly I don't need the stress of arguing with people online #not when I don't think it'll be a good faith conversation; when I don't think it's a disagreement in how to make things better #just that I need to totally agree with everything they say; and really they just like arguing #but certain things eat at me... the way people act eats at me #and seriously; I mean every word; it eats at me every time I think about how forgotten this stuff seems #I think people meant their support; but where is it now?#I don't think I've seen Iran mentioned in like a year #I don't know how to help... believe me; if I could play Captain America and save the day I would #if I could give Iranians the freedom they asked for I would in a heartbeat #I don't know how... not like congress listens to me or I'd change a lot #kill that kosa bill or whatever the horrible acronym is... sent one of those auto email things about it but.. just one voice #lot I'd change... wish I had energy to do more #you know; friend of mine often talks about this group in Iraq that's faced a lot of genocide; she's American but she's worked with them #love if I could do more to help there too... reblog when she says stuff though I know we all have limited bandwidth #I don't know... it bothers me though... it's like we're led around by the nose when the news cycle changes #not saying not to care about what's happening now; but when the other stuff didn't stop happening...#and then there's the fact that frankly even people I like a great deal; absolutely adore...#I see them... slipping... getting into some nasty behavior... and I worry #but I doubt they'd listen much... the times I try to nudge don't seem to get much results #and if someone won't listen pushing harder does nothing #...who's to say I even know a thing? that my morality isn't broken in ways I can't see?#but I worry... I worry about people... I worry how easy it is to manipulate good and smart people I know #and I worry about everyone that we seem to keep forgetting #worry a whole lot; a lot of the time... about policy and international relations and about who we're choosing to be as people #but would you believe this is just background stuff for my depression?#this is just the seasoning for why I should blow my brains out; it's rarely why I say I should #in spite of all that worry it's not even the main thing that makes me want to die... just stuff I can gesture to and be like... that too #I'm tired... wish I could... wish I could tell the people I see slipping to grow up... to step up... but I don't think I can

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mariinaworld · 10 months

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New chance

*GIF is not mine"

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Your girlfriend thinks you need another chance

Word count:944

*English is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes*

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Natasha and you have always shared your secrets, feelings and concerns. She opened up to you about her past in the red room, how she misses her sister and how she would like to meet her again.

You, on the other hand, didn't have so many secrets, but you always shared what you felt and what worried you, because you knew your girlfriend would never judge you or love you less.

Today was another one of those days that you and your girlfriend were sharing stories, Nat had just told the super funny story about Clint.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you laughed and didn't help him" I said still laughing at the situation, "oh he was fine, I had a right to laugh" Nat said with a smile on his face.

"And you detka?" Nat stopped laughing a little and looked at you "what about me?" You said already recovering from the recent fit of laughter, "don't you have some situation that you never told anyone about?"

you swallowed dry, "I've said pretty much everything, there's nothing to share " you said already wanting to get out of that situation. Nat noticed your restless way and placed his hand in yours, " okay, I won't force you into anything, can we do something else maybe?"

You looked at her, and saw so much love and compassion, there's no way your girlfriend would judge you right?

"I have something I've never told anyone" you said feeling a little nervous, "and that is baby?" Nat held onto her hands feeling her sudden nervousness.

"When I was a kid I had a little dog, he was my best friend and one day i went out with him for a walk in the park, i let him play and i got distracted by some things, i lost him and i spent hours looking for him but he never came back, I told my mother what had happened hiding that I had let him off the leash and left him unsupervised, we looked for him and we never found him"

You took a deep breath and continued "I blame myself because it was my fault, I should never have been so careless, after that I didn't have the courage to get another dog, even though my father insisted that I adopt one, I just can't help but think I'm going to fail again."

Your girlfriend hugged you while little tears fell from her eyes, you didn't imagine that telling this story would move you so much. "Detka, that wasn't your fault, you were a child, no one can blame you for that, not even yourself"

"I know, I should just stop blaming myself so much, but I can't" you said with a choked sob. "Oh my baby, it's okay, it wasn't your fault. Which dog did you have?" Unbeknownst to you, you gave Natasha an instant idea.

"He was a labrador, his name was Captain " Natasha let out a laugh "what? It was a good name" you said pouting at your girlfriend, "I know baby it's great, I just didn't know that your admiration for Rogers was so great as to put it on your dog " Natasha said teasing you "oh shut up I was a kid " your girlfriend keep laughing.

Later that night, his girlfriend, who had been wondering what the perfect gift would be for her birthday next week, had an idea.

A week later

You were just at your birthday party, you didn't want something fancy, which disappointed Tony, but he understood, you have always preferred to be with family and the people closest to you.

You were just finishing opening presents, Tony gave you another car claiming that you don't have the color of this new one, Steve gave you a sweater that he made himself with the Captain America's shield, and lastly, there was your girlfriend , with a little smile on her face, you could tell she was a little anxious.

Natasha put a rather big box in front of her, you can't imagine what she bought that would be that big.

"Open your gift detka" his girlfriend encouraged him by putting the hand gently on your back. You slowly took the ribbons out of the box and opened it and at the same moment you let out a sigh of surprise.

You reached down and picked up the little labrador puppy from the crate, he had a bow on his head and immediately started licking your face, he was very excited.

"Nat, my love, he's beautiful, I don't even know what to say." You tried to speak as little tears came out of your eyes. "no need to thank me detka, you deserve another chance and a new puppy"

You jumped into your girlfriend's arms, hugging her with all your strength, you held Natasha's face and gave her a passionate kiss. "Thank you my love, this is definitely the best birthday present

Later that night, you and Nat were in your room, you were playing with your new best friend named Woody.

Natasha hugged you from behind and placed a kiss on your neck, "I love you, you know that right?" You smiled and placed a kiss on Nat's head, "I know that baby, I love you too"

"I would do anything to see you happy" Nat said looking at you with so much adoration that it made him dizzy, "you already make me very happy my love, just by being you"

Natasha kissed you deeply, wanting to show you all the love for you "and happy birthday Detka" you smiled at your girlfriend and hugged her. "Best birthday ever"

You couldn't have had a better birthday and a more wonderful girlfriend than Natasha.

(Let me know what you think)😁

#natasha x you #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romonova #marvel cinematic universe #natasha marvel #mcucastedit #mcu fandom #the avengers #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #tony stark #steve rogers #fluff #doglover

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reviewinghiccup · 1 year

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DEFENDERS OF BERK | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP

Blog Post Series: Breaking Down Hiccup

Title: The Night and the Fury

Ep/Season: Episode 3, Season 2 (Defenders of Berk)

Premise:

Hiccup and gang set out on a training exercise on Dragon Island in hopes to train their stealth / combat skills without help from their dragons. Unfortunately, they run into a very, very unlikely "friend"...

IN ASTRID WE TRUST

It's no secret that the team needs some polishing. And we're hoping, Astrid's obstacles could do the trick. I love how they groaned, knowing that her tests is going to be difficult. It's very like them to do that and very like her to make things tough.

This exercise is fertile ground for individual members of the team to grow. For example:

(1) TUFFNUT TAKES ON THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WATCHING THE DRAGONS

(2) RUFFNUT GOES OUT ON HER OWN

(3) FISHLEGS, WELL, IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR HIM REALLY. I.E., DOING SOMETHING HE'S SCARED TO DO

(4) HICCUP, DEALING W DAGUR

(Can we also take a moment to appreciate the little confidence boost Hiccup gives to Fishlegs? We can? Ok. Here you go.)

If you started watching RTTE without first seeing ROB/DOB, you might wonder why Dagur calls him brother. Well, to be fair, I still don't know why he does, but at least from this episode, you'll know when the supposed familial relationship began.

P/S: Look at how small & cute baby is.

It's also really cute that Hiccup tries, for the most part, to keep the peace with Dagur, though for the most part, I hate to watch them pandering to him.

THE DAGUR FIASCO

This episode is where I feel DOB kicks off. Hiccup's in a very precarious position. The last time Dagur showed up, Stoick lied that Berk was still at war w dragons and that they still killed them. For the sake of peace, Hiccup didn't have much of a choice but to play along and reassert the lie.

This episode is definitely one of my favourites, especially in terms of the Hiccup-Dagur dialogue.

It's hard to not enjoy the "bro-mance" sequences. Just look at this one:

In fact, if you only watched RTTE, you might've missed where the Dagur v Snotlout situation also began. And it might surprise you to realise, that Snotlout was very much, a fan of Monsieur Deranged here.

HICCUP'S STAND

But nothing beats, that moment when Hiccup takes his stand.

It was such a DEFINING MOMENT, because Dagur has been looking down on Hiccup for years and NOW, NOW?! He realises what a genuine threat Hiccup could be. And more importantly, how easily his pride is wounded.

I'm all here for HEROIC HICCUP. And what an artistic way to show how much Dagur underestimated him. He even underestimate his shield! Much to his lost...

Also, don't you think that it is very Captain America of Hiccup sometimes, when he's wielding the shield?

And let's not forget, Hiccup is one sassy protagonist. I mean, you know you're an enemy when he burns you.

This episode is way more significant than I realised it at first. This whole time, Alvin was Berk's only viable threat. But his beef was with Stoick, initially at least.

But now, Dagur is another. And the person he's going after is Hiccup. Dagur is Hiccup's first archenemy.

And it doesn't help that he's insane.

So, what I loved about this episode was, it heightened the stakes of the entire show AND also, showcased how Hiccup can out-wit, out-smart and challenge Dagur, who I think, must've been a pretty tough contender to command the massive armada he ends up leading.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY BARUCHEL (9.4.2023)

I know this may come off super random, but it is Jay Baruchel's birthday today. I think we can all agree that Jay is the life and soul of Hiccup. If you follow me on twitter @reviewinghiccup, you should know that I am down the rabbit hole of Jay Baruchel movies, interviews and podcasts.

And what I love so much about this guy is the respect and reverence he has for the show. I mean, he constantly praises it and not just because of his role, which he believes pales in comparison to the artists designing and working the animation, but its obvious that he's a HTTYD superfan.

I love it when an actor pays their respects to the franchise and I do enjoy his take on the work and how much the line between who Hiccup is and who he is, as a person, is blurred.

He's an eloquent speaker and tries to produce, write and direct movies now, instead of act in them. He's based in Canada.

Anyways, something interesting I learned about him was, in an interview w Tom Power, he talks about the book he wrote and what being a fan means to him. Him being a fan of hockey and how precious it can be to live within a franchise or something as massive as indulging interests. It sorta validates me a little, specially since I've dived deep into HTTYD fandom since changing careers.

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And just like Hiccup, there is way more to this guy than it seems. He's funny, humble, kind and generous with his time. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's pretty jittery in real life too. But what kind of broke me, was finding out that even with his own father, he felt like he wasn't the kind of son his dad wanted.

Apparently, he had a complicated relationship with his dad which I believe may have bled into his work.

If you've watched enough of his interviews you'll know that he's had to support his mom and sister at 14-years-old with acting gigs because his father left and passed away when Jay was 21 following a drug overdose. Yet, he still remains so kind. I mean, his upbringing was tough, poor and difficult, yet you can still see him trudging through humbly, not wanting to draw attention to himself as much as he can help it.

In an interview article I read this morning, he explained that he wanted to continue being a good husband, son, brother, friend and I thought that was such a genuine Hiccup thing to say. He shoulders all these responsibilities and have been since he was a kid. Look, I don't know the guy personally, but from the expansive notes and recordings I've looked into, he seems pretty decent and I am such a huge fan.

As I grow older, I understand people on a different level. I accord respect so differently from how I would've years ago. And right now, I think what makes Jay Baruchel interesting is his sheer promise to do better for his family. And I think, in the absence of chiefing, running a village and saving the world, Hiccup is very much the same in that aspect too. A chief protects his own, which seems to be the mantra ringing in my head as I listen to Jay talk about his life.

You guys have no idea how much I know about this dude. I have possibly stalked him silly right now. And am a little embarrass as I admit this. Anyways, all I want is for him to succeed, in his work, life and family.

#HTTYD #DOB #Defenders of Berk #Series Review #How to Train Your Dragon #Breaking Down Hiccup #Dagur the Deranged #captain america #chris evans #happy birthday #jay baruchel #she's out of my league #alice eve #Youtube #hiccup #hiccup haddock #hiccup horrendous haddock iii

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loki-princeofasgard · 5 months

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Jealous?

Tony Stark x Reader

Stark was working on something in his shop, playing rock music on the speakers. “Jarvis, turn the music up louder.” He ordered, keeping his eyes on his work. He hears a knock on his door. Stark didn’t even look up, just yelled, “Enter”.

Y/N enters and look at him working.

“What do you want?” he barked, his voice sharp. He glanced back at her for a second before going back to work.

“I was looking for you.”

“Well here I am,” he said curtly. “Do you have something important to say or are you just here for small talk?”

Y/N roll her eyes and jus throw the files at his desk “The ones you requested me”.

He looked up at her again, annoyed. “You could’ve just put ‘em on my desk.”

“And you could've be nice to me, but hey, we don't always get what we want right?”

“I have no reason to be nice to you. I pay you to do a job, not to be my friend.” He looked down at the files, flipping through them. “You took too long.”

“You actually don’t pay me anything...and next time do it yourself.”

He looked up at her again, visibly annoyed. “I don’t need your help.”

“Fine by me” Y/N gets all the files back and start leaving the room.

Before she got to the door he yelled, "No, no, don't go."

“Sorry, Steve it’s probably calling me or something...” Y/N says with a smirk.

"No, wait. Sorry, that was rude of me. Here, just give me those file." He held out his hand for the papers.

“Say please.” She teases him.

He scowled. “Please, Y/N…”

She gives the files back to him “See, was that so hard? I'm requesting Cap as my partners next mission, just so you know.”

“You’re what?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, that’s not happening.”

“Why not?”

"No, you and I are partners and that's the way it's gonna be." Tony said with a final tone in his voice.

“Hm...jealous Stark?” she smirk at him.

"I am most definitely not jealous of Captain America." he shot back, his tone becoming defensive. "So don't even go there."

“You sure?” She keeps smirking, teasing Tony “I mean, if I was a man I would defentily be jealous of him...super soldier, tall, blond, really hot...”

“You’re just saying that to try to get under my skin.” Tony said in a frustrated voice. “And it’s not working."

“I'm being real” she smiles pretending innocence “I would totally say yes if he ask me to be his partner on missions.”

Tony shook his head, turning away out of annoyance. "Captain America is not asking you to be his partner."

“Okay...maybe he could ask me on a date.” she smirks seeing she was getting under his skin.

“You are very annoying, do you know that?" Tony said in a mock serious tone.

“I learned with you.”

Tony rolled his eyes. "Go bother someone else."

“Sure...maybe I go bother Steve”

Tony laughed. “Go ahead and try that. I dare you." He was half-joking, but he knew she wouldn’t actually do it.

“Okay” Y/N smirk at Tony.

“Yeah, right.” Tony said, scoffing. He watched her leave and returned to his work.

Y/N found Steve in the kitchen “Hey Steve, could you help me with something?”

Steve nodded and put down the dishes he was washing. “What do you need help with? He had always been friendly and kind to her. That was just his way.

“I need your help to make Tony jealous...can we pretend you asked me out?” she smile*

Steve laughed at the suggestion. “Why do you want to make Tony jealous?”

“You know why...”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “No, I don’t. Why?”

“You really gonna make me say it? Okay...I have a crush on him...”

Steve let out a small laugh. “Really? You seriously have a crush on him?” Steve would never judge her for having a crush on Tony, but it is hard to imagine someone having feelings for him, considering how he is.

“Yes...so can you please help me?”

Steve thought about it for a second. “Well, sure. As long as you don’t expect anything to happen.” He didn’t believe that she actually liked Tony, but he would help her play out her little joke just to see Tony’s reaction.

“Thanks! You’re the best” Y/N says and hugs him.

Steve smiled and hugged her back. “No problem."

As she let go, he walked over to Tony’s workshop and stuck his head in. “Hey Tony, can I talk to you?”

Tony was busy tinkering with a pair of advanced gloves, but he looked up as Steve came in. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

Steve cleared his throat. “Well… I asked Y/N/N on a date and she said yes.”

Tony looked up at him, clearly bewildered by his words. “You what?” He stood up, dropping the gloves. “You did what?”

Steve just shrugged. He didn’t really take any of this seriously. “I asked Y/N/N out to dinner tonight. She said yes.”

Tony was silent for a moment, thinking about what Steve just told him. “Are you serious right now? You asked her on a date?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?” He was starting to have fun, seeing Tony’s reaction.

Tony scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re messing with me right now, right? This can’t be real.”

Steve started to laugh. “I swear I’m not. I just asked her and she said yes.” He kept a straight face, not letting on that this was all part of the joke.

Y/N knocks before opening the door and looking at both men “Hey...am I interrupting something?”

Tony was clearly annoyed, but he tried to hide it. He took a deep breath before speaking. “No…What do you want?.” He crossed his arms, waiting for her to say what she wanted.

“Actually, I was looking for Steve”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Why? For what?” He knew that she was trying to mess with him, and he was trying his best to stay patient.

“ I have the reports he asked me so nicely” she teases tony “And to say I will be ready by 7:00 pm”.

“Wait.” he said, staring at her. “You’re really going on a date with Steve?” He was so confused and taken aback that he couldn’t even hide it.

“Yes Tony! Steve asked and I said yes.”

Tony was clearly flabbergasted by this conversation. “I still can’t tell if you’re joking or not. You are, right?”

“I’m not.” She looks at Steve and smile

Tony could feel his anxiety rising. “Oh come on, there’s no way you would say yes!” He was completely thrown off by this development. He was convinced that this whole thing was just a joke.

“Why not? I told you early that if he asked me I would say yes...you thought I was joking?”

Tony looked completely baffled now. “But why would he ask you? He can’t be serious, there's no way."

“Why not?” Y/N looks at Tony offended “You don’t think I’m good enough for him?”

Tony looked frustrated now. “That’s not what I said."

“You know what? Never mind...Steve, see you at 7:00 pm” Y/N walks away.

“No wait!” Tony follow her and grabbed her by her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “You can’t just leave, I need to talk to you.”

“I think you said enough for one day” her face serious and a little bit sad at his comment.

Tony was hesitant to say what he really wanted to say. “Look…I mean…are you really going on a date with him?” He couldn’t look her in the eyes as he said this.

“Yes! Why shouldn't I?”

Tony’s anxiety increased. “I don’t know….” He was struggling to articulate what he really wanted to say. “I just…”

“See? You can't even give me one reason.”

“What If I…want to ask you out?” Tony blurted out suddenly. He immediately regretted saying it. He’d never admitted his feelings to anyone before. “I mean…” he mumbled. “It’s just a thought.”

“I know you wouldn’t...”

Tony said nothing. He avoided her gaze as his face stayed red. “Anyway, you should go get ready for your date.” He said, trying to change the subject.

She was completely taken aback by his reaction. “Wait a minute, Tony...Are you serious?”

“N-no, I’m not serious.” He said, but he didn’t sound very convincing. “It was just…a thought.” He mumbled, going silent again. “Just…just forget about it.”

“Tony, wait...”

He stopped, but he still didn’t look at her. “Yeah?”

“I...I'm not going on that date with Steve” She waits for his reaction.

Tony slowly looked back up at her. “You’re not?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He asked softly.

“Because there is no date” She says softly at him “I asked him to say we were going on a date to see your reaction.”

Tony let out a breath he had been holding, relieved. “Oh…Well, that’s...” He tried his best to keep a light-hearted tone. “I mean…who would actually date Steve?”

Y/N chuckles “i would...If I wasn't already interested in someone else.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat. “Someone like who?” He asked her with a small smile. Y/N just keeps looking at him and smiles.

Tony’s heart raced. He knew what she was implying but he didn’t want to assume. “Me?” He asked her softly, trying to get clarification.

She laughs “I know, I could do better” she says with a teasing tone.

Tony laughed at her joke. “You’re terrible.” He took a few steps closer to her. “So, I’m guessing that’s a yes…?”

“Yes”

Tony couldn’t hide a small smile. “Great, then I guess I’m taking you to dinner tonight.”He took a deep breath before asking, “Can we talk…seriously?” Y/N nods.

"I like you, you know." Tony’s words came out slowly, as if it was difficult to say. "I mean, I’ve liked you for a while, I just…never really told you.” He looked up at her, trying to gauge how she felt about the news. "I hope that’s ok…”

“I've liked you for a while too...” Y/N says with a soft tone.

"Y-you have?" Tony asked, surprised. He stepped towards her, nervous. "I feel like I've had a massive crush on you since I first met you but I thought…it was one-sided."

“Wait, what? Then why you always have been such a dick with me?”

“I guess I wanted to hide it.” He answered honestly. “It’s hard being around you because I like you so much...I didn't want to get myself hurt.”

He took a step closer to her, looking down at her. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you...I just didn’t know what to say…I really like you a lot, Y/N.”

“Tony...you’re a idiot. I’ve liked you too…more than you can imagine.” Y/N stepped closer to him, putting a soft hand on his cheek.

Tony looked up at her in surprise, not expecting such a forward move on her part. He let out a small gasp as their faces were only inches apart from each other. He looked at her for a moment, not knowing what to say. Then their faces moved closer together, pressing against each other. And then, Tony kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, one he’d been waiting to share with her for a while.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss continued.Tony was surprised by how forward she was, but it felt good and he didn’t want it to stop. He wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her tightly. It was a feeling of love and joy that he’d never felt before. They stayed like this, kissing each other lovingly, for a few moments. Then Y/N pulled back, but just enough to look into Tony’s eyes. "So...dinner tonight?"

Tony smiled at her lovingly. "Yeah...dinner tonight." He knew it would be a memorable night, and he couldn't wait. He couldn't believe it had finally happened. "I'll pick you up at seven."

“I’ll be ready” She smiles.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you

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allycat75 · 4 months

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Ok, I want to get real with you Boston Dumb Fuck.

I have been holding onto this post for a bit and the thought behind it has been haunting me for months.

While I am constantly amazed at your lack of moral fiber, when I see a fellow human in trouble I can't turn away. You look like you have just enough energy to literally put one foot in front of the other, play your part and slip into unconsciousness for the rest of the day. I have seen it before and it doesn't end well. It's a living purgatory.

But I also don't like being manipulated or being made to look stupid or crazy, so I will continue to call out your bullshit and how it is emblematic of everything that is wrong in our society. I also don't think many have called you out on your bullshit before so I am happy to provide that service. As much as I desire this to be my last rant to you, I am not naive enough to think that will happen anytime soon. The Red Knight has you tight in its grip (Side note: "The Fisher King" is a great movie to watch or re-watch. It may resonate right now).

I do wish I knew that you understood how fucked up you are and have at least a semblance of a plan of how you are going to make it right once you are free. I think the reaction from your (former) fans and even the general public was a shock to your system and you have so far to go to just come up to sea level again. If past is prologue, I fear you will just coast on your White Male Privlege and never learn the valuable lessons of this disaster. But ultimately, I am probably screaming into a void. At least I have put it out into the universe...

Early on, I compared your work in "Ghosted" to a Matthew Perry performance.

Before I continue, let me say I loved Matthew Perry and I can't believe he is gone. I always felt he had so much potential, as seen in "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" and "Go On", but there was always a barrier I sensed he put up, almost like it was a performance within a performance. What he thought we wanted him to be. Now, as we know, there was a mountain of insecurity he was hiding and numbing that haunted him to the end. How I wish he could have freed himself and enjoyed some true wins.

Now, I can't help but draw some additional mournful parallels to you and your current state, beyond your "Ghosted" performance within a performance.

We know you hate yourself (you were not joking during the SMA interview). You took your hand off the wheel and eyes off the road, relying only on your Captain America/internet boyfriend/dog dad persona, and wound up trapped in a blind alley. Now you are locked in this ridiculous contract.

To numb what you have become, you have disappeared into weed, at the very least. But escaping using weed is only healthy when you know what you are escaping from. When you have no tether, you are only sucked into a void where you risk not being able to return. You may say "it's just weed", but we have seen you make bad decision after bad decision and it only takes one to be life altering.

This may be hyperbolic. You may be in control of all of this and laughing at our reaction. Maybe you have mastered The Method and apply goth white makeup before you go out, have changed your diet to be sickly thin and hunch over on purpose, for your craft. But my daddy didn't raise a fool and I don't suffer them. I know when something is rotten in Denmark. I was raised to offer a hand when I could, regardless the reason or reward. So my offer is this (much of this is repeated from previous posts, but repetition is key to learning):

STOP! STOP! STOP! Your contractual obligations should be met by now. The little racist twat got press on her project release dates. That is all she deserves. If not, you need a doctor's note saying this is killing you, because it appears it is. And switching from awkwardly showing off that fucking ring or oafishly grabbing the wifey's hand in order to meet that contractual obligation to lovable, single dog dad so as to reinforce your dog food is Nazi-free has got to be dizzying; making the crazy-maker crazy. So whomever thought this was a good idea and kept you in it long after the effects were detrimental, remove them from your circle. They have no place in a healthy future.

Get help to change the behaviors that got you painted into this corner. This situation didn't come out of nowhere. Someone or many someones exploited your vulnerabilities and they could do it again if you aren't careful. And no more shushing or egoic narrative- either that is complete bullshit or no one taught you the next part of the curriculum. For once in your life, take accountability and accept responsibility for your actions.

Take the time to become healthy and strong in mind, body and spirit. And let those who still have a chance of liking you in the future miss you. You even admitted you don't make the best first impression. Lately you haven’t been making the best second, third or fourth either. Even Scarlett seems to be getting tired of you. One or two more stunts and no one is coming back. We may be talking about you, but a short term gain will mean a long term loss. Don't worry, we will remember you, and if you do the work, we will celebrate you.

Take an active role in rebuilding your life. Decide what to be and go be it. Others shouldn't care more about your happiness and success than you do. Enjoy some wins, you are allowed. Get back into the world again and see where you can make an impact (hint- it is not with ASP. I actually think that could set us all back. A good idea whose time has passed).

You were given privlege and opportunity and it is chicken shit you ran as soon as it got a little hard. Fight for your life. Others have lost their chance but you are still here and can make it chicken salad.

PS- "Cousins" is a great movie if you are wondering about the chicken shit/chicken salad line. And don't let anyone tell you the French version is better. They are just being pretentious.

#brian wilson vibes #Ai in human form #do better #Don't shush- learn the leasson #is this the life you wanted #We only get one life- you can either make it chicken shit or chicken salad.#Rich white male privlege- check it

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Dear Diary

Prologue

Summary: Your brother and his best friend that you're secretly in love with, go missing. Peggy thinks somehow you’ll be able to find them. Will you find them, or will you lose yourself in the process?

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

a/n: Am I starting a new series to procrastinate from my other one? Maybe. My brain doesn't listen when I tell it to focus on one thing, so here ya go.

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Dear Diary

It's been a month since Steve disappeared. With him gone, nothing feels real. It feels like I'm drifting through life. I haven't felt like this since our mom died, Steve and Bucky were the only ones who could bring me back and now they're both gone.

Gone, not dead. Neither of my boys came home, neither had bodies. I think that might be worse, the not knowing. They could be stranded somewhere, freezing, and injured. I wish I could help them, wherever they are.

It’s weird being in this house alone. I don't go out anymore. I spend most of my days wrapped in my bed. I’ve been too scared to enter his room or move his stuff, what if he comes home and everything he knew is gone?

Peggy keeps coming by the house. She brings groceries, she cooks for me. Sometimes we sit and have tea together. She used to try to make small talk, but the past few days she just looked nervous around me. I know she feels bad about what happened but I can't help but blame her a little.

Our lives used to be relatively normal. Then Steve somehow gets into the army which, I know was his dream but it was crazy. I hoped they’d give him something easier like being a medic or something but he sends me a letter saying he's going to be experimented on. I didn't hear from him for a long time after that. Then ‘Captain America’ starts going around doing shows. I guess he was busy entertaining the masses. The next letter i got, he said something had happened to bucky and he was going to rescue him.

Then I got a knock on the door. Peggy herself was standing on my doorstep. I had never met her before but from the look on her face, I knew something had happened. Diary, I’m not proud of what happened next. There was a lot of screaming and crying, mostly from me. I know you'll say it's not very ladylike, but when have I cared about that before?

I still hate her a little, even if she's not the reason he joined. She got him involved in the stuff that got him killed. Got bucky killed too. I don't know if I’ll ever forgive her.

When I hear the knocking on the door I know it's her. I close up my diary and shove it back on the shelf before I open the door. Her smile wavers a little and I take a step back to let her in the apartment. I close the door behind her and busy myself with making tea so I don’t have to look at her.

I hear her sit at the table and take a deep breath before she finally says something. “Listen, I know I keep showing up and I'm probably the last person you want to see right now-” I scoff as I set the tea on the table and sit across from her. “But this time I'm here to suggest something and it's going to sound a little crazy, so please don't kick me out yet.”

From what I knew of her, Peggy’s version of crazy could be ‘come out and have a drink with me and some of the guys your brother knew’ or ‘Come get injected with an untested serum so you can fight bad guys.” Neither option sounds great right about now.

“Your brother told me about you. He told me about the things you can do, and how you're special in ways others aren't.”

“I don't know what he said but you have to believe me when I say it's not true.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Stevie has always had a very active imagination.” I tried to muster up a chuckle as I rambled about my brother. “It's probably from all his time locked inside. You know he used to get sick easily? So, mom, wouldn't let him go play with the other kids. He’d spend all his time reading fairytales or drawing them and-”

She leaned in close and whispered as if somebody might overhear her. “He told me because he thought you could help us. He knew if anybody could get you in, it’d be me. He told me how you always used to take care of him, he wanted to take care of you.”

I cross my arms and glare at her. “He had no right to tell you that. You shouldn't know about that.”

“You might be right, but I'm glad he told me. I want you to do a job for me. My little team wants to search for them, Barnes and Steve. I convinced them you're the right person for the job.” Now I knew why she had looked so nervous recently, she was offering me a small ray of hope in the darkness.

“That sounds great and all but I don't have any experience with this kind of thing. My abilities wouldn't be of any help to you.” I didn't like the idea of anybody knowing what I could do, but if it helped find Bucky or Steve I’d do whatever I could.

“Dear diary…” I mutter as I pull my coat tighter around me as the wind blows snow in my face. “Today I get to explore the middle of nowhere because my stupid brother's insane girlfriend thought it would be wise to send me out here after a month of training. Truly a match made in heaven, those two.”

“I know it seems impossible but you're their only hope.” Peggy's voice crackled out of the portable radio I was clutching in my hand. “Howard's equipment picked up activity out there and we have high hopes it's him.”

“Peggy I admire your optimism, I do.” I sighed as I paused and looked around. All I could see was whirling snow and rocky cliffs. “But it's been months… He fell off a train for god's sake. On the off chance he is alive, he would've had to survive with probably very serious injuries and no rations. If he found a way to do that…I don't think he’d still be himself.”

“Please, you have to find him.” I could hear her voice crack even through the static of the radio. I knew she wanted me to do this so she’d have a justifiable reason to send me after Steve, that's what she wanted.

In the distance, I saw something silver glint in the sun and I took off running toward it. I fell to my knees as I pulled a pair of dog tags on a chain out of the snow. “Peggy I found-” my body couldn't decide if I wanted to sob or laugh. He was somewhere out here and he had survived the fall.

I was so distracted by what I found I never noticed the man creeping up behind me. Didn't realize I wasn’t alone until I felt the sharp pain of a needle in my neck.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: basement wife, abduction, dark Marvel, Dark! Bucky, manipulation, violence, mentions of broken bones, illegal drugs, being drugged, slight somnophilia mention, attempted seduction, dubcon.

Sam’s POV

"I can't believe you did that," I groaned from my spot at the kitchen. Bucky gave me a sideways glance but didn't respond, "did you really have to drug her and beat the shit out of the other one?"

"I didn't beat the shit out of her."

"You gave the girl a black eye, and damn near broke her leg when she was running away from you," I replied, not wanting to hear the story again, "All you had to do was play it cool, enjoy your date, and probably end it getting some head so that she could go back. Could have rubbed it in Steve’s face and gotten the girl, because you know he woulda backed off then. But no, what do you do, Sergeant dumbass, you go and drug the girl's wine and when the friend comes over you try to do the same to her. Party girls don't do drinks they can't see until they are plastered. Fucking idiot."

"Listen bird brain," he growled, stopping his duty of making breakfast for the girls. He poked my chest, "maybe you should have done your part and helped me subdue her instead of spending all your time with your girl…maybe if that little cunt was with her other friend, I wouldn’t have had to deal with her interrupting my time with my girl.”

"Yeah, well now my girl is in the basement in the holding area with two very freaked out ones," I yelled, poking him back, "how you think that's gonna fair for me? Hell, I could have convinced her to come to the city with me by New Years. Without the training...but no. Barnes just has to go and make shit difficult for everyone. You fucked my relationship, Buck…thanks a lot bud!"

Bucky sucked in his cheeks and stared at me for a minute. When I didn't say anything else he licked his lips, "you done?"

"You fucked up, Buck," I growled, "and not just for you. This is on all three of us. Imagine how pissed Steve is gonna be when he comes back and finds out you decided to take these girls. When he sees the girl he liked down there and she’s wondering why captain America let sergeant fuckhead do this shit to her."

"I don't care what Steve wants," he roared, "you think I give a fuck about how pissed he's gonna be? I had an opening. I made the call. Simple as that. If Steve is pissed off, oh well."

"Oh, he's gonna be pissed off," I replied, nodding my head. I grabbed one of the granola bars off the tray and he glared at me, "I'm taking this while I watch upstairs. You think you can handle a few girls?"

"I'll be fine," he growled, grabbing the tray and pushing away from me. He opened the basement door and I slammed it behind him, then made my way up to the watch room. Looking at the screens I felt like an asshole, seeing Brittany tied up with her two friends. I found myself reaching out to the screen even though I knew she couldn't see me.

Things were going so well with her.

She was feeling me for who I was. Not because of this bullshit. Not because of me being an Avenger. She had gotten to know me in only a few days, and it flipped my world upside down. She was my girl. For sure.

But because of Bucky, I had to push those thoughts aside. It killed the trust between the two of us, and for what? Because he couldn’t wait. I growled to myself as I glared at the other screens.

When Bucky got to the door, I pressed the unlock button and he went in. Brittany and Danielle looked at him through fearful eyes. Bucky's girl was looking at him through shocked ones. While she'd tried to ask a million and one questions when we finished tying her up, it seemed like the situation still hadn't clicked in her head.

My eyes scanned the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Danielle asked. He glared at her and looked towards my girl and his girl. Bucky looked to Mira with emotionless eyes.

"Shit man," I whispered to myself, "I can't with this guy."

"You don't have to do this," she pleaded. Bucky looked away from her and licked his lips, “please…we’re people. You can’t-

"I brought you girls breakfast and vitamins," he said in a gruff tone as he cut her off, "I'll be back later to get you so you can exercise."

"I'm not taking anything you give me, you psycho."

His nostrils flared as he glanced at Danielle. That's when I noticed Mira had untied herself from the rope. I pressed the button for the intercom "BUCK SHE'S OUT!"

But nothing came across. Pressing the button a few more times there was buzzing.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, Notify Bucky to get out of the room."

"Sorry Mr. Wilson, all communication's signals have been jammed."

When I looked back up Bucky had been pushed to the ground and Mira was actively working her way towards the door. Launching myself up from my spot in the watch room I ran towards the stairs.

Fuck.

God damn it Bucky why'd you have to fuck with a smart woman.

Fuck.

I wretched open the basement door, not bothering to close it and raced towards the end of the hall. In a second, I had the door opened. Brittany and Danielle were looking at Bucky in complete and utter terror. He was reattaching his arm.

"Thanks for the warning," he groaned, rubbing his jaw with his flesh hand, "came in real good use."

"She blocked the communications," I replied, shaking my head, "I-I don't know how she-where is she?"

Bucky nodded off to his left, directly behind the door. She'd had numerous scrapes and scratches on her hands and legs. But what really caught me was the immediate swelling on her jaw and along the left side of her face.

"I knocked her out," he replied, "What else could I do?"

"Did you break her face?"

"Maybe," he shrugged. He looked at his girl and suddenly there wasn't the same emotions on his face. It was a look that he'd given to Danielle. Anger, "she shouldn't have tried to run."

"Is she dead?"

I looked over to the two other girls. My girl was looking at me like I was the one that had done this to her friend. I reached over to Mira's neck. She had a pulse. Without a word I picked her up and took her out of the room.

She needed medical attention. I heard the door slamming behind me.

"Where are you taking her?"

"Upstairs," I growled, "to the watch room. Clearly you can't manage to keep an eye on your girl without beating the shit out of her."

I felt him grab my arm, stopping me from going up the stairs, "put her in a separate room. From the other girls. They probably encouraged her to do this. I can keep an eye on her when it’s just us…she just needs to be trained properly."

"When she wakes up, Buck, she's gonna be fucking terrified of you!" I scolded him.

"No, she won't," he said dismissively, "she needed to learn that you don't run. Lesson learned."

"How much you know about your girl man?" I asked.

"Sam-"

"Naw man," I growled at him, "how much you know about your girl? You know she's a virgin? You know that she's terrified of relationships to begin with because her ex used to beat the shit out of her? You know that she thought you were the first decent guy she's ever met?"

"How the hell do you know all this about her?"

"Brittany told me," I said quickly, feeling my rage build as I thought about how Bucky had yet again fucked the trust in my relationship by grabbing these girls, "the first night, Danielle made fun of her for being a virgin after you left. She also made some choice comments about her choices in men that beat the daylights out of her. The other night when you told us to make ourselves scarce upstairs, Brittany told me that she'd been texting Mira about you, and she was thinking she finally did something right. She thought you were a great guy...but no man. You're just beating the shit out of her like her exes did."

Bucky looked between me and Mira. His jaw was set and it ticked.

"What?" I asked, "You ain't got nothing to say now, do you?"

I saw his jaw twitch as I turned back towards the stairs.

"Tell-tell her I'm sorry."

"I ain't telling your girl shit, Buck," I growled, carrying her up the stairs, "just stay the fuck away from her til she's healed, and Steve gets back."

Dani’s POV

"She didn't come back, so I'm guessing she's spending the night here?"

Bucky smiled at me. He licked his lips, staring me up and down, and I smiled. "She uh-she's in the living room. She got drunk and passed out before we even had dinner."

"She was really nervous," I laughed as he led me through the house. As we passed the kitchen, I smelled something really good and my stomach growled.

"You hungry?"

"I'll eat when I get home," I smiled softly. He chuckled, but led me into the kitchen, "I wouldn't mind some wine though. If you're offering."

"You know...you're a lot nicer when your other friends aren't around."

"I wanted to check on her," she shrugged, "it's the least I could do."

I eyed up the food he'd prepared that was cooling on the stove. "It's ossobuco."

"Looks good."

"Yeah," he laughed. He reached across the counter and opened the bottle of wine. He took his time pouring the two glasses, "kind of sad I couldn't impress anyone with my cooking skills tonight."

"I'm sure you'll get another chance," I smiled. I took a few steps closer, "you know she's attracted to you."

"Well, what if I like someone that can hold their alcohol a bit more?" he asked, turning to me, handing me the wine glass, "you think she could learn to do that?"

"Are you saying you aren't planning on asking her out again?"

"Maybe," he shrugged, sending me a devious smile. He leaned up against the counter as he took a drink from his wine glass, "know of anyone that's looking to date a superhero?"

My eyes flicked up to his and I bit my bottom lip, "I could think of someone."

"Yeah?"

I nodded, putting my wine glass down. He copied my actions as I leaned in closer, "yeah."

He chuckled to himself and picked his wine glass up, taking another drink.

"You're dangerous for me," he admitted with a sigh, "shouldn't be tempting me like this."

I giggled, following him through the house. Finally, we landed on the study, directly across the hall from the living room. Taking a small sip, I noticed there was some weird residue settling on the top of my drink.

Deciding not to drink anymore, I placed it on a desk.

"Don't like it?" he asked.

"I think I want something a little stronger," I said with a wink. He looked at me, almost trying to decide if I was tricking him or not before he wrapped an arm around my waist, "think you got what it takes, soldier?"

"Oh, I know I do," he smirked, pressing our lips together. I could taste the sweetness of the wine from his lips, and that's when I knew something was messed up. My wine hadn't tasted that sweet. As his tongue guided itself along my lower lip, I pulled away. "Everything okay, doll?"

"I'm sorry," I muttered, pulling myself out of his grip. I gave him the most innocent expression I could muster, "Mira...she likes you...I shouldn't...oh god."

"Hey, hey, hey," he said in a calming tone as he pulled me back to his chest, "it's okay. I'm sure she'd understand if we talked to her."

"I-I can't," I lied, "I've been such a bad friend to her...I just-"

"It's fine," he sighed. He pursed his lips and let me out of his grasp, "If you want to put the wine glasses back in the kitchen, I'll wake her up and you can take her home."

"Thank you," I sighed, softly touching his chest. He smiled at me, and I made my way to the kitchen to put down his wine glasses. When I went back down the hall and to the living room what I saw made me sick.

He was hovering over her. One hand lightly pressed to her neck, while his right was beneath the skirt of her dress. He hadn't heard me sneaking up on them since his face was right next to her mouth, her wanton moans meeting his ears first.

"What are you doing to her, you pervert!"

"This isn't what it looks like," he said nervously, backing away from Mira. He held his hands up in the air as if he were claiming some false innocence. I put my wine down, not bothering to listen to him try and charm me anymore "I swear. She just had too much wine. She fell asleep."

"So you're hovering over her like some sicko?"

"I'm not some sicko," he growled, taking a step towards me. I pulled the pepper spray out of my bag and held it out at arms length. He laughed, "I'm a super soldier, doll. You really think some pepper spray is going to slow me down?"

"I don't know," I gulped, "but it's worth a try."

He watched as I stepped back, and there was a smirk playing across his lips, "you really think you can get to the door and to someone that can hear you before I get to you?"

I felt nervous. My legs began to shake, "just stay away from me."

"What?" he chuckled, taking another step forward, "you don't care about your friend anymore? What a selfish bitch."

"You can go straight to hell," I growled. I pressed down on the button, releasing the pepper spray right at him. He hissed for a second, hunching over, and I took that as my opportunity to run.

"You little bitch," he seethed. I didn't dare look back as I rounded the corner into the hallway. But I didn't need to. Suddenly, he rounded the corner in front of me, and before I knew it, I was being slammed into the hallway. I dropped my purse and pepper spray as he slammed my face against the wall, "you think you can just do whatever you want? You think you can burst into someone's house and assume that they're taking advantage of someone? Then shoot them with pepper spray? What if I was a nice guy, huh?"

I felt his hand tighten on the hair on the nape of my neck as he pulled me back. My neck bared to him at a painful angle. My nose burned at the smell of the pepper spray, and I wasn't sure if it was from that or the angle of my neck, but it drew tears to my eyes.

"ANSWER ME!"

"I-I don't know."

"Don't worry, you'll know soon enough doll."

"You don't understand," I cried, "they're a bunch of fucking psychos."

"No," Mira said, not wanting to believe me, "Brittany, tell her that she's wrong. Sam's been treating you right...right?"

"Yeah," she nodded, agreeing with Mira. Then she began shaking her head, "it has to be Bucky. He was a weapon for HYDRA before...right? Maybe he's gone off the deep end and Sam doesn't know how to stop him."

"I have to talk to Steve," Mira said nervously, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. Override code: Cap. Charlie. Alpha. Papa."

"Voice unrecognized," the AI replied, "should I contact Mr. Rogers as his override code is used?"

"YES!" she said quickly. Brittany and I looked around the room trying to figure out what was going on, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. Look up dated logs from override code: Cap. Use voice recognition for this voice to train."

"Voice recognition verified," the AI replied after a moment, "what are your needs 'Bunny.' "

Only the word 'Bunny' was said in Steve's voice.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked.

"Last week Steve had me pull a prank on the guys before he left," she admitted, "he put me into F.R.I.D.A.Y's system so she'd recognize me."

"So, you can tap into the house!" Brittany asked. She nodded, "where's Sam?"

"It doesn't work like that," she sighed, shaking her head, "F.R.I.D.A.Y?"

"Yes 'Bunny.' What is it that you require?"

"Emergency contact Steve Rogers. S.O.S to basement location," she said quickly, looking to the door, "Sam and Bucky AWOL. Hotel. Echo. Lima. Papa. Spam all of his communication networks ASAP, then backtrack and jam all form of communications within the house, then strike all requests from logs."

"Password."

"Bravo. Uniform. November."

"Password accepted!"

The house went silent, and I looked at Brittany and Mira, "did it work?"

"I-I don't know," she admitted, "but we can't just sit here and wait to find out, can we?"

"What can we do?"

"We have to make a plan to get out off here," she said quickly, "I-I don't know what time of day it is...or when it is. They haven't brought us food yet, so it has to be under two days...right?"

"He took you guys’ last night," Brittany admitted, "He made Sam put me down here with you guys after he tied you up."

"We were both out cold?"

Brittany nodded, "yeah."

Mira smiled.

"Why are you smiling? Some psycho has us tied up in his basement," I cried, "why are you happy?"

"If we were knocked out, chances are he didn't worry about how tight the knots were," she smiled. She began to maneuver herself so that her arms were behind her instead of in front of her, "Britt. I can't turn around, but I can feel pipes with my back. Where is the next seam?"

"Seam?"

"An edge!"

"Two inches over towards me," I smiled. She sent me a smile then moved her back towards the wall, just as Bucky came in. He had a tray in his hands, and he put it between the three of us.

"What happened to your hands?"

"I don't know," she said angrily towards him, "I woke up like this."

"Why are you doing this to us?" I asked, trying to change the subject. He glared at me for a second, not bothering to give me a response. But it was enough time for Mira to shrink away from him. He noticed that and his eyes went from Brittany to her.

"You don't have to do this," Mira pleaded, shrinking back against the wall again. Bucky looked away form her and focused his eyes on me. He licked his lips.

"I brought you girls breakfast and vitamins," he growled, "I'll be back later to get you so you can exercise."

"I can't eat by myself," Mira said nervously. She made a gesture to move, but it looked like she couldn't. Bucky sighed as he picked up a granola bar and started unwrapping it.

"I'm not taking anything you give me, you psycho," I spat at him. His nostrils flared and he looked at me with anger in his eyes. I didn't dare break eye contact as Mira pushed herself towards him. Looking at the ropes I could see that they had been cut open. The seam had a few bits of it entwined in it still.

Mira launching herself at him was enough to push him to the ground, and stun him for a second, but not enough time. He grabbed her leg as she went to scramble away, pulling her back to the ground. As he flipped her around and tried to get on top of her, she began screaming and kicking at him. He pulled her up into his arms and she began pushing and slapping on his left arm in some weird combination.

With a small glow that went through his arm, it went black, and fell off. He looked at her in shock as she picked it up and swung as hard as she could with it. Dropping the arm, she ran to the door.

"MIRA!"

But we couldn't warn her quick enough.

Bucky had grabbed her and threw her to the side of the door. And then in one fail swoop he scooped up his arm and whipped her across the face with it.

The sickening crack that followed made me nauseated as she fell to the floor. Then Sam burst into the room. He looked between Bucky, Brittany, and myself. Then he saw Mira behind the door, her jaw already turning purple and swelling.

"What the hell did you do?"

"I knocked her out," he replied, "What else could I do?"

"Did you break her face?"

"Maybe," he shrugged. He looked down at her and there was a snarl across his face, "she shouldn't have tried to run."

"Is she dead?"

Bucky looked at me as Sam carried her out of the room.

Chapter 6

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londonalozzy · 3 years

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Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

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coollemonsaresour · 3 years

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The Love That Don't Stop

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter reader, Steve Roger x Natasha Romanoff. Warnings: Child abandonment, angst, fluff

Summary: It is Y/n's birthday, and she gets an unexpected present.

Word count: 2632

Request: @maximeevansblog ; The reader (me ) is the daughter of Steve rogenrs and its the readers birtday, and he takes her to the nail en hair salon , and they come back, and in the tower, they have a suprise party for her, and natasha comes with adoption papers and, he wants to her mom and a lotts of fluff thanks, and if its ready you tag me right ( natasha and Steve are dating) thanks. And if its ready you tag me right thanks

Request: Anonymous; can you do a Natasha x black!child!reader? I really liked your other fic. You don't have to if you don't want to.

A/n: I made lots of changes, cause when I went to go post it two weeks ago, my fics were two similar to the other two. The highlighted words are in realtion to the person that requested. Because I wanted to incorporate them into the fic 🙃

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, BeEeee- you were starting to get agitated, and brought your fist down on your alarm clock, smashing it to pieces. But hey, it’s not your fault, you got your father’s enhancements through genetics, just the perks of being a Rogers.

Still in bed, you let out a yawn, and you began to stretch; mid-stretch that is when it had clicked.

It’s My Birthday.

And that’s when you smelled it. The sweet smell of a birthday tradition you and your dad have had for the past nine years of your life.

One day you showed your dad Steven Universe, and it happened to be the together breakfast episode. So ever since then, every morning of your birthday, you and your dad sit down together and have Together Breakfast.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you threw on some clothes and dash to the Kitchen. As soon as you enter you were met by a horrible sight. Your dad and a redhead kissing.

Nat and your dad have been friends since he had come out of the ice, a became even closer when you were born. Nat was like a mom to you, but you never would say that out loud, cause you didn’t want to make it wired or have her feel uncomfortable.

Your mom was never in the picture, she left you and your dad five days after you were born. Steve had no idea of how to raise a kid, he was completely lost, but then Nat had offered to help him out. The pair worked as such a great team people often thought that they were actually a couple. After years of a long, long sturdy friendship, your dad finally asked the assassin out. So basically they have been dating for about two and a half years now.

“Ew, gross,” you said, dramatically shielding your face from the sight. “ Good Morning Y/n, happy birthday,” they both said. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” you said as you sat down at the island stools. “You mean this public display of affection?” he said with a smirk and then pulled Nat in for another kiss. You then shield your face away and then began gagging and reaching.

“So it is….10:30,” you said looking around “Where’s Together Breakfast?” you said whining. “It’s right here you big baby,” Nat said teasing.

“ Cheers to fifteen years of chaotic life,” you said holding up a fork “Cheers!” they said, you each then taking a bite.

“So, Y/n, anything special on thing on the agenda today,” Nat said wriggling her eyebrows. “Not really, I was hoping that we could just go to the spa, then the salon, and just have a chill day.” You said taking another bite. “Oooh, sorry, y/n I can’t, join you today, I have busine- “ you cut Nat off with a loud groan. “ But its’ my birthdayyyyy,” you said with an adorable pout. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she said squashing your cheeks together “and I will make it up to you, but for right now-” she paused reaching over the counter to grab her bag “ I have to go,” she said giving you small hug and then turning to give steve a quick peck on the lips, and heading for the door. “ Bye,” Steve said, “bye Nat,” You say still mopping. “Bye babes,” she says giving the two an air kiss before disappearing out the door.

“So, I guess it is just me and you, Y/n,” Steve said as he started cleaning up breakfast. “Ya, I guess so, though I really wanted Nat to come today. Alright, imma got get ready so that we could go,” you said heading back to your room, leaving Steve smiling at your comment about Nat; not that you even realized.

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“Alright, where here,” Steve said as the uber pulled up to the salon. You both walked in and were greeted by an overlay excited worker. “Hi, my name is Jess, I will be helping you out today” you then gave her a small, that she returned, then started eyeing Steve like he was her last meal. She looked like she was in her early-twenties, pale skin, about 5’3, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Probably working this job to pay off student loans. She turned to Steve, with scrunched eyebrows.

“Are you Captain America?” she asked with a smirk of curiosity, but it looked like she was trying to amuse him before he could answer “yes, he is, and he’s taken, Maybe next time sweetheart, ” you said pulling you dad away from Jess, and toward the receptionist desk.

“ Hi, Appointment for Y/n Rogers,” You say, leaning against the desk. “Right this way.”

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You were currently sitting in a chair in front of a medium-size mirror, your hands resetting on the armrest, careful not themes up the freshly done nails. Then two Beautistions approached us, then one of them turned to Steve and asked, “are you getting your, hair done too,”

“No”

“Yes”

you and Steve say at the same time.

“Please dad, you can you a new due,” you say, Steve just rapidly shakes his head rapidly no.

“What wrong with the style I have now?” he asked. “You look like an upgraded BackStreet boy,” you reply in full honesty. He then puts his hand over his chest and pretends to be hurt. “You should die it!” one of the Beautistion said, “Great Idea…” you hesitated, search for her name tag.

“Max” she finished for you, seeing what you were trying to do. “If you don’t want to, die your whole head, you can start with highlights,” she said with a smile of excitement. Steve was about to say no until he saw your adorable pleading face. “Fine,” he said putting his hands up in defeat and moving into the salon chair next to yours.

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After you left the Spa you and your dad headed to central park for a walk, something you two did a lot when you were younger.

You then pulled out your phone and tried to Facetime “Natty Bare 😘” but there was no answer. Which was strange, because Nat always answers your calls, no matter who, what, when, where, and why. Steve saw what you did and smiled, a smug smile. "What are you doing?" Your dad asked

"I wanted to show Nat your blue hair streaks" you said with a pout.

Halfway through the walk your legs were getting tired so you jumped on your dad’s back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip.

“You’re like a pretzel,” he says linking his arms under your knees for better support. “And, you’re like a Dorito,” you tiredly mumble into the crook of his neck, Steve chuckled at the comment.

After walking a little longer you fall asleep. Steve then tightened his grip a little, as if he was giving a backward hug. He just could believe how fast his baby girl was growing up.

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When they reached the tower’s elevator, Steve placed Y/n down on her feet to wake you.

“Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up for a minute.” “But why,” you mumbled as you leaned against him for support since you were still tired. “Cause if you don’t then this could be a very embarrassing photo.” “what pho-” before you could finish, the elevator doors opened, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

A tired smile then played its role on your face. You looked around and saw everyone there, except Nat.

Mabey she will show up later you thought to yourself.

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An hour later she still has yet shone up. You asked around and Tony told you that she had a last-minute mission, but that she should be back at any time now. That failed to relieve your nerves.

But those nerves became worse when it was time to cut the cake. You know she was busy but would she really miss your birthday.

Apparently, yes, yes she would. Because the party was over, over an hour ago, and now it was currently 9:30.

Your dad knew that you were really bummed out that Nat missed your party, so he suggested a movie night. Movie nights were special to you and your dad because it became something you two did together, to destress. Just the two of you, Daddy and Daughter.

“Got room for one more.” came a voice that you recognized immediately. “Sorry, this is a two-person couch,” you shot back, anger leaking from your voice, your eyes never leaving the tv screen, ignoring the Russian, as she came into your view.

Steve then paused the movie, causing you to turn your head toward him, annoyed.

“How was the mission,” he asked her.

“I don’t know” She replied accompanied by a tight-lipped smile and shrug. You were about to say something but “Because it is not over yet,” she said looking nervous.

She then pulled out a manila folder and approached you and sat down in between Steve. The Folder was labeled “Confidential” with a red ribbon and bow tied around. The folder She then handed you the folder causing you to look up at them in question.

“Open it,” Steve said pulled Nat toward him sat her in between his legs, and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to help calm the nerves surging through her.

You carefully untied the ribbon, and open the folder. “On this day Y/n M/n Ro-” You mumbled quietly and then stopped, your face going blank. Your vision then started to get blurry with tears threatening to spill.

“Wow, y-you’re really, um getting good at that face,” Nat said, a million thoughts going through her mind.

“Y/n,” Nat said, voice flooded with worry. When you didn’t look at her, she used her fingers to lift your chin, so that you were looking at her. And when you locked with her that’s when the dames broke, as the tears sprang free from your eyes.

“Oh, no, baby, baby please, don’t cry,” she said trying to wipe away the tears rapidly falling down your face. “ I understand if you don’t want to go through with it,” she said wiping the tear that fell from her face.

“We don-”

She was cut off with the air being knocked out of her, as you crashed into her wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face in her stomach, sobbing. She then wrapped her arms around you and held you close, one hand rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you, the other gently twirling some of your coils with her fingers.

Nat always felt like you were her child, even some people in public would mistake her for your mom, But she didn’t know how you felt.

Nat was so nervous that her soul was shaking. She knew how the topic of a Mother, is one that stings for you.

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*Flashback*

Nat POV

I pulled up to Y/n’s school, today was her first day of Kindergarten, and in the morning she was so excited. That morning I bruised her hair into two puffs, curled her sideburns, and she then wore a Captain America shirt, with joggers and light-up sneakers. I swear she was the cutest four-year-old in the world.

I then saw Y/n exit the school, but my smile flattened when I saw the sad expression on her face. I then hopped out of the car and head toward her, as I get closer it looks as if she was crying. When I get to her I pick her up and place her on my hip, and instead of her giving me a hug like she usually does she just tucks her head into my neck.

“Hey, baby,” I saw trying to cheer her up “You okay,” I ask she just nodded and let out a little sigh. Then I hear laughing voices and I turn my head to see a group of second graders.

“See I told you to see was adopted, her parents probably didn’t love her,” one of them said.

“ There is no way Captain America is her dad If that lady is her mom, they’re both white, and she’s not”

“She just a baby and a lier,”

“ She probably doesn’t even have a mom,” another said laughing, causing Y/n to sniffle.

I then cleared my throat, successfully grabbing the attention of the bullies, sending them a death glare, and then headed to the car, and then buckled Y/n into her car seat. I then sat in the driver’s seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so that we could look at each other.

“Don’t listen to those, mouth breathers Y/n you hear me.” Y/n still didn’t look at me her eyes trained on her fingers fiddling in her lap.

“Um, Nat, umm, where is my mom, and w-why, um, why does she, not love m-me?” Y/n said with a sniffle. Her question made me want to go up to those kids and beat the shit out of them.

“ well y/n your mom had to do something important and should be back soon,” I had to lie to her because I didn’t know how to explain to a four-year-old, that her mother abandoned her and her dad because she thinks giving life to the sweetest little girl was a mistake.

Like what did Маленький шар совершенства, ever do to her.

“But Y/n, let me tell you this, Your dad loves you, so much and would let anything bad happen to you, you know that right detka,” she then nodded her head, sniffled, and wiped her tears.

“And I love you too, milashka, and I will never stop loving you.” I love you, Nat” “Now how about we get some Ice cream annnnnd, not tell Steve, because he is going to be mad because you haven’t eaten any dinner yet,” I said starting the car and putting a smile on Y/n’s face.

How could a mother ever leave a child like this, so sweet, innocent, and pure?

*Flashback over*

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No one’s POV

“So is that a yes, baby?” Nat asked nervously that you might say no because you were crying.

You just nodded your head yes, as Nat hugged you tighter.

“Oh, dad I forgot to tell you, while we were out...I, um, need a new alarm clock,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

“Again,” they both said, not surprised at all.

“Mabey you should use your phone, you’re always pretty careful with that,” Nat said bopping your nose and squishing your cheeks together. You then reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. You went to the contacts and changed “Natty 😘” to “Mama🔥”.

“What’s my contact name Y/n?” Your dad asked.

“❤️Captain🤍Crunch💙,” you said sliding your phone back into your pocket and laying back down on Nat’s stomach.

“ I love you, mama,” you said nuzzling further into her

“I love to baby, always has and don’t plan on stopping”

*Bonus*

(Nat and Steve in the kitchen after putting Y/n to bed, because she fell asleep during the rest of the movie because you were tired after crying)

“So...what’s up with the hair, “ Nat said sipping on her tea, taking a step closer to Steve. He then shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, with a goofy smile. “Uhh, Y/n thought I needed a new look,” He responds shaking the colorful hair from side to side. “Well, I like it,” she says as she runs her hands through his hair, “ Oh, do you,” Steve said placing his hands on her hips. “Yea…I do,” she says standing on her tippy-toe, kissing his lips. Steve then leaned more into the kiss. They went from kiss to make out sess, really quick.

“How about we don’t do this in the kitchen,”

“Mmhm”

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killerqueenfan · 3 years

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Coming Home

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Five years after the fight with Thanos Bucky finally comes home to you.

This is my first time posting any of my writing on here, I know it's not that great but I'm proud of it :)

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Five years, that's how long it's been since you last heard his voice, felt his touch and been able to get a full night's rest. That’s supposed to change today or so you all hoped. You remember the day Steve came to talk to you about Tony’s newest discovery. You couldn't believe what you were hearing and you couldn't get your hopes up. If it was just you it would have been different but you have to worry about the person in the other room. The most important person in your life, your son James.

When Steve showed up that day for what you thought was just a regular visit to you and his nephew, you knew something was going on the moment you saw him. He greeted you like he always did with a hug and a kiss on your cheek but he seemed nervous. “What's going on Steve?” you had asked him as soon as he pulled away. “Can't I just come and visit with two of my favorite people y/n? Where is the little guy anyway?” he said with a smile. “You know I can tell something is up right, you're nervous about something” you raised your eyebrow up. “Uncle Steve!” James yelled as he came barreling around the corner and smashed right into Steve's arms. You laughed at your son as he knocked Captain America himself over, or so your son thought. “Hey J man! Have you been working out?” , Steve says to James while lifting him in the air.

Your son squirmed in Steve's arms while laughing, “No Uncle Steve I'm a Super Soldier like you and Daddy, Im super strong!” You and Steve start laughing at the 4 and a half year olds attempt to give his best mean face to show how serious he was. You loved days like this when Steve would visit and they would play and goof around, James needed it, and so did you. He would visit often to keep you company and to help with his nephew as much as he could. Some visits he would bring Aunt Natasha along so you and your friend could catch up. You used to be an Avenger fighting right alongside your family but that all changed after Thanos, after you lost the love of your life and knew you would be raising your child alone. But your family made sure you were never alone through any of it and every one of them absolutely loved the littlest member of the family.

“Hey J man why don't you go set up your toys and I’ll be there in a minute, I need to talk to your Mom first” Steve set James on his feet after flying him around for a bit. “Can we play Avengers?” your son's favorite thing to play because he knew he would get to hear stories about all of your friends and he thought Captain America and his Avengers were the best. And Steve loved playing with him and telling these stories, even if Spider Man was James favorite one to play. “Of course we can kido” James' eyes lit up as he ran past Steve to head to his room to get set up. “He never gets tired of hearing stories does he?” Steve askes with a sad smile on his face. “No he doesn't, he loves hearing about everyone, you guys are all his heros, especially Bucky. He loves to hear stories about his Father.” you said while trying to hold back your tears. James never met his Father but he loved him so much and wanted to hear everything about him that he could get out of you and Steve.

“What's going on Steve? You never send James to his room like this to talk to me, you're making me nervous” you started pacing around your living room. Steve walked up to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “We think we found a way to bring them back, to bring them all back” Your breath hitched in your throat and your legs felt weak, you were sure if Steve didn't have ahold of your arms you would have hit the floor. Steve led you over to the couch and sat you down next to him, “What do you mean bring them back? Thanos used the snap and then destroyed the stones. How could you bring them back?” You were starting to feel light headed and you were trying your best not to cry. Steve then went on to explain how Tony figured out time travel and the plan to go back and get the stones and use the snap to bring them all back. You had a hard time wrapping your head around it but you believed in your family and knew if anyone could do it they could. Steve stayed late that night with you and James, keeping your son busy while you made dinner and had time to think about everything, about the possibility of your Bucky coming home. When Steve left that night after putting James to bed he hugged you and told you “This will work y/n, I know it will. I will bring Bucky back to you and to his son” You hugged him a little tighter and told him to be safe and tell everyone else the same and that you loved them all, “you know I wish I could help you guys but I…” “You can't leave James, y/n we know and we would never ask you to, I need you here and to keep that little man and yourself safe and be ready to have your family back” Steve told you with a smile, you wiped the tears from your eyes and smiled back. “I will call you when it's over y/n!” and with those last words he headed to his car and you closed your front door. You barely made it back to your couch before a sob racked through your body so hard you couldn't catch your breath. When you finally made it to your room that night, you cried yourself to sleep.

“Mommy?” James' voice startled you as you stood at the stove cooking dinner. “Yeah Sweetheart?” you turned to your son with a smile on your face that did not reach your eyes but he was too young to notice. “When is Uncle Steve and Aunt Nat coming over again? I miss them.” He asks you and you notice his Captain America and Spider Man action figures held tight in his hands. You smiled at your son and you told him “They will come over soon baby, they are busy right now. But you know they love you and can't stay away from you for long”. You walked over to your son and ruffled his hair up. “Are they fighting bad guys again?” James asked while looking up at you with his big blue eyes that matched his fathers completely. Your heart sank at his question, he was so young, you hated that he knew so much about the bad guys in the world. The bad guys that took his family away from home for weeks at a time, the bad guys that took his Daddy away from him. You knelt down in front of your son “yeah baby they are, but they will be back soon”, you hoped anyway. Your son hugged you then, knowing you had a sad look in your eyes. James was so smart for his age and understood so much, and cared so much, he was just like his father. “Will Uncle Steve bring Daddy home?” Your breath caught in your throat and tears came to your eyes while you held your son a little tighter. “Oh sweetheart, I don't…” The sound of your phone ringing cut you off mid sentence and you knew who it was but you were frozen. You just looked at your phone sitting on the counter, you couldn't bring yourself to answer it, you didn't want to know what he would tell you. You couldn't hear it didn't work, that they couldn't bring them back, couldn't bring him back. You don't think you could get through it. You didn't realize that as you were frozen on the floor of your kitchen your son had wiggled his way out of your hold and grabbed your phone. “Hi Uncle Steve, yeah Mommy is here, she's sitting on the floor. I think she's broken” your son’s giggle snapped you out of it and you jumped to your feet reaching for your phone in James hands. “Steve….” you held your breath while you were waiting for him to say something, anything. “We got them back y/n, Bucky is back” You fell back down to your knees from your legs feeling so weak and you started to cry, but even through your happiness and shock you could tell Steve wasn't telling you something. “What happened Steve, what's wrong?” you were surprised by how strong your voice sounds, you definitely didn't feel it. “Don’t worry about that right now y/n, just focus on the good. Buck is coming home to you and James.”

You don't know how you got where you were but you were in your car with your son on your way to Tony and Pepper’s house. The last hour has been a blur and all you know is that Steve said a few people were going over to Tony’s house because the compound was destroyed. You only told James that you were going to see Steve and a few friends, you didn’t want to get your son’s hopes up about meeting his father when you couldn’t believe it yourself. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you haven't seen him in five years. You knew for him it was just a blink of an eye and he wouldn't have changed since the last time you saw him but you have changed. You have aged five years and you had a child, you were different. Would he still love you, would he still want you, would he be happy with having a child, these were all questions running through your mind. But you knew deep down he would still be your Bucky and still love you and will love his son, but you couldn't help but be scared.

Tony didn't live far from you, which you were grateful for, and before you knew it you were pulling up the long drive. As soon as the car was in park James was ready to get out of the car and see his Uncle, but you moved slower than normal getting him out of his carseat. You saw a few people outside and you were already ready to break down in tears seeing some of your friends who vanished in the blip. You greeted Peter, Wanda and Clint out on the porch with hugs and tears. Clint had disappeared after his family vanished so this was the first time seeing him in five years too. You introduced your son to all of them and James was so excited to meet Spiderman, his favorite superhero despite Steve's protest, and Peter was more than happy to talk to him. You asked Peter if maybe he could keep James busy while you went inside to find Steve and Bucky, and of course Peter was happy to help and James wouldn't leave his side yet even if you tried. Wanda pulled you aside and told you what happened and the loss of Nat and Tony and you were heartbroken. You have been close with them for years, they were your family, Nat was one of your best friends. As you were wiping your tears you heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen and you couldn’t breath. Wanda noticed and grabbed you by the arms, “y/n it's ok, it's just Bucky, he hasn't stopped asking Steve about you since the fight ended”. Wanda gave you a warm smile and you nodded your head and walked towards the kitchen. When you rounded the corner you could see Sam, Pepper, Steve and then right in between them was your Bucky. He looked the exact same as the day he vanished and looked as handsome as ever. Tears were running down your face and you couldn’t stop the sob that escaped your lips. Every set of eyes turned to you but all you could see was one set, one set of the most beautiful steel blue eyes you have ever seen. “Bucky” you could only say in a whisper, and he was across the room in an instant with his arms wrapped around you in a tight hold. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his around your waist with his face buried in your neck. You were shaking and Bucky only held you tighter, “I missed you so much Buck, I can’t believe you're here, your home”. “I missed you too sweetheart, Im here, I got you, Im home” He pulled away first but just enough to look at you, “Still as beautiful as ever”. You giggled at the comment, “and you're just as handsome as always”. You didn't notice you were the only two left in the kitchen, everyone else must have left to give you some privacy, you wanted to remember to find Pepper and let her know if she needed anything she could ask you. You were watching Bucky and his eyes kept going from your eyes to your lips and back again, “Just kiss me already Buck”. “You don't need to tell me twice Doll” and with that smirk you fell in love with his lips were on yours. It was like no time had passed, his lips molded to yours perfectly and they took your breath away. You tightened your hold around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, and when you pulled slightly you heard a beautiful moan escape his lips, which made you smile. “I love you Buck”, “I love you too sweetheart”.

You would have kept on going in your own little bubble if not for a squeal and laughing from a little voice from the front porch “Uncle Steve put me down!” You pulled away from Bucky “Uncle Steve? Who is he with out there?”, he asked with a laugh but as soon as he locked eyes with you he froze. “Buck...when the blip happened I was...ummm I was pregnant”, you said while trying to avoid his eyes. You were scared of his reaction, you were afraid he wouldn't want this, then what would you do. Before your mind had much time to think about it you felt his fingers on your chin trying to get you to look at him. When you looked up you were met with watery blue eyes and a smile on his face. “We have a child? I'm a father?”, he whispered to you. “Yeah baby we have a four year old son, James Steven Barnes and he is so much like you”, you said to him while wiping his tears away with your thumbs. “He loves his Uncle Steve and he loves hearing stories about you two when you were young” you told him with a smile on his face. You took a hold of his hand and kissed him one more time. When you pulled away, “You want to meet him?” All Bucky could do was nod his head, but you could see the fear in his eyes and you knew him well enough to know exactly what his worry was about. “Buck look at me” you waited until his eyes slowly met yours while you cupped his cheek in your hand, “James knows about your arm and he doesn't know anything about the Winter Soldier being a bad guy or any of that, he just knows you lost your arm in a fall and that it saved your life. Your son asks about you every day and he loves you, I promise.” Bucky’s eyes stayed locked with yours and you could see his nerves calming down and with a smile he said “Okay let's go get our son.”

With Bucky's hand in yours you led the way to the front porch where Steve and Peter were running after your son in the yard. Steve picked up your son and was ‘flying’ him around in his arms to get away from Peter. “James”, you yelled for your son with a lightness to your voice and he looked up at you. “Hi Mama Uncle Steve was just….Daddy!!” James yelled and squirmed his way out of Steve’s arms and ran up onto the porch and right into Bucky’s arms, he had knelt down to be at his level. Your heart swelled at the sight of your two favorite people finally together at last. You could tell Bucky was trying not to cry as your son had his little arms wrapped around his neck and looked like he never wanted to let go. But your four year old let go first and kissed his father on the cheek, “are you going to have to go away again?” Jame’s little voice broke your heart and you could tell it broke Bucky’s too. “No I’m not going anywhere buddy, I’m coming home with you and Mommy”, Bucky said while looking up at you with a smile. You smiled back at him and then looked over your shoulder at Steve and he was smiling as well. “Good! Now will you play Avengers with me and Peter and Uncle Steve?” Jame’s was already trying to get back down to run and you all laughed at how carefree he was. “Of course I will but you will have to show me how to play”, Bucky said while standing up to follow his son back into the yard but paused in front of you for a quick kiss to your lips “He's amazing y/n, you are amazing” he said before going back for another kiss. “Daddddyyyy” your son whined, he was ready to play with his Dad for the first time and he didn't want to wait another minute. “I already love hearing that” he whispered to you and then he took off running after your son. You couldn't help but laugh at the site in front of you, two super soldiers and a teenager running after a little four year old, but you loved it.

You had only stayed on the porch for a few minutes before you joined them in the yard and for a moment you tried to forget about the loss of two of your good friends and family members and enjoyed having the love of your life back and Peter back who is like a little brother to you. You were happy, you had your family back. After about another hour your little soldier was yawing, “Hey James why don't we take Daddy home and let poor Uncle Steve and Peter get home”, you laughed at the frown on his face but then Bucky picked him up and held him and James snuggled right into Bucky’s arms. You said your goodbyes to Steve and Peter with plans of an upcoming play date with James, while Bucky was putting your sleeping son into the car. As Bucky shut the door he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you close to him and kissed you, “Marry me?” he mumbled against your lips. You pulled away from him just enough to look into his eyes “What did you say?” you asked with a smile playing on your lips. “Marry me, I wanted to ask you before the fight but I didn't want you to think that's why I was asking. I don't have a ring or anything yet but I'm just so happy to have you and James and I don't want to waste anymore time and…” “Yes", you interrupted his rambling. “Of course I will marry you! I love you, you are it for me Buck” He pulled you close for another kiss and you could feel him smiling against your lips. “Let's go home doll"

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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yelenasgreenvest · 3 years

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Chemtrails (Yelena Belova x reader)

Summary: You and Yelena are finally free from the mind control of being a black widow. How does everything fare out as you both return to Ohio to start a new life?

Pairings: Yelena Belova x reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (Kinda platonic, kinda not), Alexei Shoskatoff x Melina Vostokova

Word Count: 1,862

Translations: Malishka (Baby), Krasotka (Beautiful), Liybimaya (My Love)

Masterlist

There were some people who had the idea that being on the run meant being scared, lonely, always on edge. Perhaps that is how it should have felt. You just felt like you were free. Free from being used in any way. They treated you as if you were just another pawn on the chessboard as if you were just another number to them. It is a piece that no one will remember.

Yelena too. The two of you had freed yourselves and the others from the harsh crutches of being a black widow. A killer and a trained spy in all the fields that a spy could be. Sly, sneaky, conniving, and murderous. There had never been a time when you had any control over your actions. Never being able to be yourself. Living life on the edge, skirting all over the world in a number of days. Killing people without a second thought, because you weren't able to control your mind. You weren't in control.

Until Yelena came along. Till she abolished the control over your mind and cut the tracker from your leg. Till she held you while your body wracked with sobs of finally being free.

She stayed with you, helped you recover physically and mentally. Patching up wounds with medical bits she found in gas stations. Driving stolen cars and motorbikes through the darkness of the night. A new city each day, hiding in rundown motels on the side of highways. Each one of them smelling worse than the previous one.

In the aftermath of Dreykov's death, you would keep your eyes on the news to make sure the black widows left over weren't doing any harm. Once you both reached Ohio, where she planned to meet up with her family and establish a base to free the black widows, you both could be free. Over the long nights of traveling and the days of laying low, you went from strangers to lovers very quickly.

You weren't sure when it happened, but she fell first. A glance at you that was once cold has become a loving gaze. As she learned what food you liked, she would be sure to bring it back from her grocery store runs. It was something you didn't notice at first. She changed her attitude towards you suddenly and when her touches on your wounds became lighter and she began to tell you more about her life, you too began to fall. You discovered why she was aiming for Ohio in the first place. In other words, she did not want to be what she was made to be. Both of your skills would only earn you dirty money, and she desperately just wanted to settle down. You did not talk about children between the two of you, but you frequently talked about a dog shelter.

As soon as you reached a small suburban home on the outskirts of Ohio, you and your partner quickly went into undercover mode. Posing as a newlywed couple, with her sister who is a part-time science teacher and her parents who are coming to welcome the new family. In the morning it appeared like bliss to the neighbors, but really it was at night when the family seemed to sit around and play Monopoly that they planned their roles for recovering the last of the black widows. The rest of the widows who had been freed would come over under the guise of being friends, but Yelena and you would give them money and new identification provided by Mason, so they could start their new lives. The widows wanted their chance to live a normal life, just as you and Yelena did. Many of those who rely on doing what they know only too well, choose to work with Melina in St Petersburg.

In less than a year, everyone was free. With the last of the widows freed, Dreykov's remnants were abolished. You and Yelena were finally free. As soon as the word was given you and Yelena marched straight down to the shelter where she picked a gorgeous American akita and Yelena straight away called her Fanny. When Natasha heard the name, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Really Yelena? I hate that name. You know how much I hate it. In response, Yelena hit back with an infamous "HA!"" and Fanny had now become a part of your dysfunctional family. Alexei and Melina flew in and out every few months, checking up on both of you or on some wild mission to find Captain America. It was much to Alexei’s surprise the day Natasha brought Steve Rogers home, posing as her husband.

“Papa, you remember Steve. My adoring husband" Each word spit back as fast as possible while making sure Alexei didn't start a mini war among them right under their noses. Natasha was extremely coy at first and you didn't know whether there was anything more than just friendship between them.

During their time at the Ohio house, Yelena and Natasha would relax in the small pool that is located out the back. Their tanned skin became more obvious as they raced in laps of the pool against one another under the scorching summer sun. The whole family had a good laugh when Steve wore swim trunks with the American flag on them and then had another fit when Alexei wore ones with the Russian flag on them. “I feel like all my dreams have come true” Yelena said hazily as she kissed your hand on the lawn chairs.

“What dream is that Krasotka?” you asked, smiling as you didn’t fully take in her deep words. “I have my family back” you felt the strings of your heart being pulled at the softness of the girl's words.

She pulled on your hand and led you to join her on the lawn chair, sitting in her lap. As she wrapped her arms around your waist, you looked up into the clear blue sky to see a distant plane leave a long white trail in the clear blue sky. “What are the white lines made of?" It was a question you asked aloud. "Maybe the government is slowly poisoning us with Dreykov's toxic chemicals," she said in a funny way, but you knew it was on everyone's mind. What if he wasn't really dead after all. What if the dream turned into a nightmare and you were no longer yourself. Your panic caused your breath to quicken its pace, and you touched the beautiful gemstones you wore around your neck. Some eastern culture your therapist had thrust onto you, rubbing some amethyst and turquoise would help ease the pain of the memories. In a manner of speaking, it did work, as it eased the nightmares little by little. There were times when holding those tiny stones felt like clutching a lifeline. You desperately try to hold onto this reality with Yelena as long as possible. The blissfulness of it all. Yelena became restless after losing the constant sense of action that had been part of her life. The excitement of going to the farmers market only lasted for a limited amount of time. It was one of those days when the rumble of an engine and the smell of gas broke your concentration from doing laundry, and you were met by a gorgeous vintage red Chevy pulling into the driveway. The look on Yelena's face was incomprehensible, which made you hard to believe that she had just went out and bought such an immaculate, expensive-looking vehicle. The car was a convertible and fanny sat in the back, her tongue hanging out, panting in the golden sun, as she sat there. "We are supposed to keep things on the low down" you whispered to your 'fake' wife, scolding her.

It's time to enjoy yourself, Malishka!"

You knew it was worth it when the rouge on her lips matched the color of the cherry red car. When she opened the passenger side door, she motioned for you to get into the car.

"No no, I think it's time for me to take this baby for a spin". You pushed her across the white leather as you got into the driver's seat and sat in it. There was a soft white leather under your grip on the wheel. "Don't you like it, sweetheart?" Yelena smirked at you as you adjusted the mirror while Yelena was chatting. Upon turning the key, the engine roared to life. "Shhh sweetheart, you'll pay for this later" and you took off racing down the avenues of white picket fences, passing children playing in the front gardens.

Families who seemed perfect on the outside but you knew that each one had their problems. As you reached well over the speed limit, with your hair blowing wildly behind you, you felt as if you were at liberty. It was impossible for those families to stop you from doing what you did. You could not be stopped by Dreykov. At that moment, all you wanted was to keep speeding along the winding roads while Yelena put her hands up, grasping at the invisible air. She was your sweet love. Your happiness. She made the freedom worth it. The winding roads soon gave way to a small clearing where you were able to park your car on the side of the road. The engine died slowly, and her smile was beaming back at you, pure happiness oozing from both of you. Fanny jumped out of the car, her paw pads crushing the gravel under her feet as she jumped. She trotted around sniffing at the new surroundings. In the company of Yelena, you made your way to a small bench that overlooked a valley. The sun was looking low and heavy as it was making its way towards the horizon for yet another day. The silence was relaxing, settling over you as you stared out at the sky. Yelena spoke openly from the heart or perhaps her soul when she said, "I am not religious, but if there is a god out there somewhere, I hope he lets it stay like this forever.". The truth is, she was never one to think of such things in this way, especially in regards to god, religion or even something as grave as losing what you had. "It's not going to happen. We have made it. Nothing could break us apart, Liybimaya”

I know, I know, I feel silly thinking about it when this perfect paradise is all around us; but I cannot help it.

"There is nothing wrong with contemplating God…. or our paradise…. If you have second thoughts-”

“No. God no.” She took a deep breath and replied, “That's not what I'm saying. I am terrified that I will wake up back in the red room. That all of this was just a dream"

You scooted over to her side of the bench and cradled her against you and said, "I'm real, baby.". The sun set, leaving you and your partner in the darkness, the streetlight flickering behind you. It is time for us to go home"

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spideyanakin · 2 years

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One dance

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 2 of My Dear

Synopsis; Steve gets confused by his feelings for you when he hears you sing a song that reminds him a little too much of his past.

I’m sorry I played with Steve’s feelings in this one :((

And thank you to @illicitlimerence-writes who helped me writing this :))

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Read Part 1 first

Listen to 'It's been a long long time' if you want to cry while reading x

"I think I'm in love with her"

Tony's eye widen, not expecting that answer.

"Like um. Love love? or just like love as in she's your best friend?" Steve didn't reply. He just looked at him and it was enough to answer.

"STEVE WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?"

"You're in love with Y/n!?" Bucky appeared out of a dark corner, making both of them jump.

"Bucky where the hell did you come from?" Tony placed a hand over his heart.

"I forgot my phone. I want to watch tik tok's on the way there." He side eyed both men in the room as he crossed it to grab his phone. "Didn't think I would eavesdrop on this."

"Buck-"

"No- I should have seen it. You've been acting weird all week and you've been ignoring her and Parker."

"Steve are you serious?" Tony asked, all joke stripped from his tone.

"I think." He sighed in defeat as he placed a hand on his face and sat on the couch. "She can never know, guys"

"I don't agree. If you think it will be hard to get over her, I think you have to tell her." This made Steve's stare lift up to meet Bucky's.

"Since when are you so wise?"

"Therapy."

"Where were you guys?" you placed your coat on the hanger and removed your shoes.

"You missed the entire play!" Peter chimed in as he did the same as you.

You joined Steve, Tony and Bucky who all sat at the dining room with groom looks on their faces.

"What happened? You all look like someone died." You gave out a stiff chuckle.

Steve looked up at you and gulped. You were still in your costume, and his heart was doing loops in his chest at the sight.

"Nothing. We were just talking about our next mission." Tony shook his head.

"OOooo interesting." You raised your eyebrows. "What's the problem?"

Tony sighed before licking his lips and thinking of the first mission that popped into his mind.

"Some weird alien drugs apparently." Tony sighed. "We were thinking of a plan."

"Oh! Can we help?"

"Yeah- of course." Tony eyed Steve who simply looked down to his hands. "How was the play?" Tony cleared his throat and turned to you and Peter.

"Amazing!" He could see the sparks in your eyes. "Such a shame you weren't there! Steve you would have loved it!"

"I'm sure I would." He barely made eye contact with you before turning away again.

You looked at Peter and raised an eyebrow at Steve's way of acting. He shrugged his shoulders as if to tell you 'I have no clue what's going on either'

"I'll go make hot chocolate" You changed the subject, shacking your head as you tried to understand.

"So what's up?" You sat next to Steve on the jet, lifting your feet to rest them on the seat next to you. "You've been acting weird for days now." You chugged some pop corn down and Steve slightly moved away from you as he found your presence almost intoxicating.

"N-nothing much. I'm just, not in a mood to laugh, I guess." He gave you a tight smile.

"I don't believe that." you argued. "Have some pop-corn." You handed him the bucket. "I'll go talk to Peter while you figure out how you want to tell me your problem."

You didn't know that, but the mention of Peter made his heart tighten in his chest. He looked at you as you sat next to Peter and snuggled into his arms, sighing when he found himself wishing it was him.

Minutes later and you all found yourselves in the secret base, running around to find the boss and his crew in order to take them down.

"Oh my god Tony was right. Steve, your ass does look amazing in this suit." You spoke over the intercom as you watched Captain America from your hidden spot.

You didn't know how much that made Steve blush, his heart racing at your comment.

"So true" Peter chimed in.

"Stay focused kids." Tony's voice came in through the intercom making you roll your eyes.

The problem was - because of your comments the mission went horribly.

It had made Steve so distracted he completely forgot his task.

"Steve where the heck are you?" You whispered in the intercom. While Peter had gone to another room to try and find important papers - you were left to fight off a room full of weird drug addicted business man with Steve.

"You were suppose to meet me in front of the conference room."

"Shit." You heard his voice on the other end. "I'm still on the look out. On the other side of the building." He looked around before starting to make his way to you. "I'll be here as quickly as I can." He mentally beaten himself up for forgetting his simple task.

The one problem was - the drug addicted business guys were already leaving the room, so you had to start taking them down by yourself.

You hadn’t calculated your fight - you were easily overwhelmed. But then you remembered - of course you hadn’t calculated your fight; Steve was supposed to be there with you. You were supposed to be 2 in this, not alone.

You were usually quick to dodge bullets, but this one caught you by surprise. You were hit right in the shoulder, a blinding pain passing through you as you did your best to continue fighting the group. But they were just too much.

The second Steve arrived at this mini battlefield, he realized you were hurt when you collapsed unconscious on a guy.

“Y/n!” He beated up the last few guys and rushed to pick you up, quick to spot the bloody wound on your shoulder. “Guys! We have a problem!”

The next thing you remembered was waking up in a hospital room.

Your eyelids were too heavy to lift, so you let yourself breath life back into your body. You started to slowly remember things.

The mission, the wound, Steve arriving late.

Then the pain was next. A blinding pain that started at the top of your shoulder only to travel all around your body.

Before you could even open your eyes or shift around, you heard voices. You recognized Tony first. His sassy tone and slight attitude. Next was Bucky, and you didn’t need to see his face to know he was making some serious disgusted face by the way his voice sounded.

You let your eyelids finally open.

The two of them were standing on the other corner of the room, you could barely see their silhouette, you doubted they would notice you if you didn’t make any noise. You frowned when you spotted Steve. You could see he had probably been crying. He looked like a bad mix of angry and devastated.

When your ears finally decided to cope, their muffled voices finally turned into something clear.

“Do you realize how dangerous this could have been? All that because of a crush?”

“Tony, don’t make this harder on me.” Steve replied and it made your curiosity wake up.

Who was this crush he was talking about? Why would saying that make it harder on Steve?

“Steve.” Bucky crossed his arms. “I’m on your side, but you have to understand this has to stop.” He frowned. “She could have died. She tried to take down an entire group by herself just because you got distracted. Steve if this doesn’t stop, what else will happen?”

Steve didn’t want to think about that idea, and this made you understand they were talking about you.

“I can’t just tell her I’m in love her.”

In love.

You knew these words were targeted towards you.

What the heck? Your heart started beating in your chest at the thought. Was Steve seriously in love with you?

But as your heart beated faster the heart monitor did as well. You cursed it as you heard the beat go faster and the group of three starting to realize.

You quickly pretended like you were back to sleep, carefully listening as you heard their footsteps come closer to you.

“What’s going on?” Steve turned to Tony who frowned.

You took this as your cue. You started moving your fingers slowly before moving your head, pretending you were waking up as if you hadn’t been listening to their conversation for the past few minutes.

You opened your eyes and played dumb. “Hmm what happened?” The relief on everyone’s face was evident and made you want to chuckle. “Oh hey guys.”

“Hey Y/n/n” Tony smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You smiled.

“I’m not surprised.”

“I’ll call the others” Steve nodded. You watched him as he could barely look at you, your heart pinching in your chest. He didn’t deserve this. You knew you could never love him back, and on the other hand he had apparently completely fallen for you.

“I thought you knew how to dodge bullets.” Sam mumbled as he walked into the room.

“No, I’m not Neo from Matrix.”

“Oh my god have you seen that the new film is out?” Bucky’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh my god yeah! I went to see it the other day- it was-” Peter chimed in, stopping mid sentence when he met your tired eyes. “Y/n!”

“Peter.” You smiled as he sat on the chair glued to your bed. Feeling his hands slipping in yours and letting yourself get lost in his eyes - the fresh new feeling of guilt and sadness for Steve munching at your stomach. You loved Peter so much you felt bad for your friend.

“I’m so glad you’re ok.” He kissed the side of your face.

“How is Steve doing?” You bit your lip and looked to Bucky. You knew he was probably beating himself up for what happened, and especially with what you had heard.

“He’s… Alright” Sam cleared his throat and you locked eyes with Peter.

“It’s not his fault, you know?” You mumbled.

“Yeah. I know."

The next two weeks were horrible.

You recovered fast but Steve was always ignoring you. Leaving the second you entered a room, eating before everyone just so he wouldn't have to have diner with you.

You pretended not to notice - but you weren't blind the way the whole tower was handling the situation.

You'd hear murmurs of Sam and Bucky trying to convince Steve that it would be ok. Tony would sometimes argue about it with Bucky. Even Natasha had seemed to catch up on it and try to talk to Steve about it.

But nothing was working.

It wasn't until one day when Tony didn't have a choice but to bring the two of you on a special mission.

It was only the four of you - Tony, Nat, you and Steve. Peter couldn't make it and the others either didn't want to go or weren't needed.

The mission was easy enough - go undercover at a gala, you and Nat trying to secure information out of a criminal, grab the stolen diamond in his pocket and leave the heck out.

Of course halfway through the mission, it had to turn out the way Steve dreaded - the two of you standing next to each other as you watched the crowd.

You were standing with your back against rich red drapes, the slit in the middle opening to a quiet hallway that wasn't used for the gala.

Steve jumped a little bit on his heels as he started getting nervous from standing so close to you - especially when you were dressed so beautifully.

You looked like a million dollars - standing there like you belonged with those billionaires and rich businessmen.

"I don't like how you've been ignoring me..." You said out of the blue, looking up to him.

You watched as he kept his stare on the crowd, not daring to take a look at you. He didn’t trust himself to turn around and look at you - if he did he would probably combust and run away.

Suddenly - the one thing that could make this situation worst happened.

"Oh my god! I love this song!” You beamed as you heard the familiar notes of ‘it’s been a long long time’

Steve thought he was going to choke.

That freaking song - the one he listened to with Peggy was playing, he was in love with you because in a twisted way you reminded him of her… He had promised Peggy a dance, in his mind it would always have been to this song.

"Dance with me." Those words made him freeze.

He thought he was going to faint.

"I- i- can’t-"

"Steve please." You slowly slipped your hand into his and he closed his eyes as he tried not to focus too much on your hand.

"Tony won’t like it if we go off mission."

"Tony doesn’t have to see" you took a step back and passed through the drapes, arriving into a large dim lit hallway.

Steve had no choice but to follow you, blinking like a maniac as he tried to comprehend what he was living.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, thanking your heels or else you would have barely reached it. Steve got his breath stuck in his throat as he placed a hand on your hip, as high up as humanly possible without it being too high to be weird.

"Never thought that you would be, standing there so close to me." You started singing and slowly swinging to start the dance.

Steve followed your every move, slowly unstiffening the more he danced with you.

"But words can wait, until some holiday." You smiled as you let the music take you into its rhythm.

In that moment, you knew you had to confront Steve about his feelings - and this seemed just about right.

You let the voice of the singer who was beautiful singing it soak in. The peaceful dancing making you crack a smile and Steve had to mentally beat himself up for feeling this way around you.

Just as the lyrics were about to stop and the instruments would fully take over - he grabbed your hand in order to twirl you around.

Once you were brought back in front of him, you were brought back a little closer - and that’s when you took your cue.

"I heard." Was all you said.

He closed his eyes, it was a miracle his body was still letting him dance so close to you.

"I want you to know it’s ok." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you saw him sigh as he opened his eyes just too look at a spot on the wall behind you. "I- just… I love you Steve, I really do. But not the way you want me too."

"I know." He matched the volume of your voice.

"I’m sorry."

"Please don’t be."

Instead of saying anything more - you continued to dance.

You danced right until the song was over. You knew he needed you right now, even if you were breaking his heart - and he was glad you understood.

You had ended up placing your head on his shoulder, comforting him in his one sided love. The way the situation pulled on your heart strings wasn’t dissipating, but that was ok. There seemed to be some kind of peace settling between you two.

When the musicians did their last note, that’s when the bubble popped.

You both stopped dancing and stared at each other. Steve pulling away so his hands wouldn’t be on your waist anyone.

But instead of letting him go back to the main room, you put a hand in his arm and leaned closer.

So close until your lips were touching.

You dropped what could barely be called a kiss - your lips feeling more like a ghost to him then anything else.

"I really am sorry"

And just like that you were gone. Back in the mess of millionaires. back to your mission. Leaving him in that dark hallway with the thought that you were never going to love him back.

But at least he got what could be seen as closure.

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SteveTony - Alternate Universe

Here are some Alternate Universe fics that I love. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Food for the Heart, by LagLemon, 14 k >, Cooking, No Powers.

After being introduced to a gourmet food on a budget blog by Pepper (a gift for her elderly, cheapskate mother) Tony starts cooking again. The recipes are good, but the blog owner is even better. Still, Tony isn't so sure Captain America, the guy who runs the blog, can compete with Hot Bagboy, the gorgeous blond who works at the grocery store.

"Free to Good Home" by Captain_Panda, 7 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

"Oliver and Company" AU.

There's a great big world outside the box.

But it's a dog-eat-dog world, and Tony's just one cat. Then a stray dog comes along, looking for a friend.

A Day In Principal Stark's Office, by nannersmelo, 10 k > words, Steve Single Parent, Director Tony.

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache. Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

I Am the Night by gottalovev, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Tony Stark, Wizard Steve Rogers.

That's it. Tony is doomed. He rolls on his back, crosses his wings over his belly and closes his eyes. He'll await death here, misunderstood by the world to the bitter end.

C is for Calculus and Compromise, by heydoeydoey, 11 k>, Gifted AU, Post-Divorce, Angts with a Happy Ending.

Steve's just trying to give his prodigy daughter a normal childhood. Enter a meddling school administrator, Tony Stark, and too many lawyers.

tell you my love for you by jelliebean, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Based on Love Simon.

A guy at Shield High comes out on tumblr, anonymously. Tony thought he was the only gay guy on campus--not out, because of Howard--and sends him an email.

“Hey, Flying. Same here. I’ve got a secret too, and it’s like I’m hiding who I am, every day. From everyone. All the closest people to me. But I just can’t tell them. I’m gay, too. It feels like I’m putting on this mask, this shell of who I think they want me to be. Even though I don’t think my friends would judge me. I don’t know why. I just. I’ve got a secret. –Shell”

The guy seems great--amazing, even, and then Hammer has to step in and ruin it all.

Mergers & Acquisitions by Robin_tCJ, 33 k > words, Angst, sex as currency.

Steve Rogers is the CEO of the Rogers Corporation, which he built from the ground up. When he learns that Hydra International is making a bid for a hostile takeover of Stark Industries, he decides he has to do what he can to stop Hydra from overtaking the market and becoming an unstoppable, unethical conglomerate. Tony Stark asks for something Steve isn’t sure he should give, but he does it anyway – and it completely changes everything. But when Hydra keeps coming, Steve and Tony realize there’s more to this than they’d realized.

Meeting the Monsters by itsallAvengers, 23 k > words, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters.

Tony's at public school with kids his age for the first time in seventeen years, and he is determined that this year is gonna be his year. He's going to make friends. He's going to be popular. People will like him.

Unsurprisngly, none of that actually happens.

He does sort-of-maybe fall in love with a vampire in his class that everyone is terrified of, though. So... there's that.

(I Want You To See) The Darkest Side Of Me by ann2who, 45 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Post-World War II.

In Monte Carlo, Steve meets the wealthy widower Anthony Stark. It’s love at first sight—at least for Steve—and he can’t believe his luck when Tony asks him to live at Stark Mansion, his large estate in Malibu. Never in his life had Steve thought something like this was possible… never had he been this happy. However, soon Steve realizes that Tony is still deeply troubled by the death of his first wife and haunted by the many ghosts she left behind. The longer Steve lives in her shadow, the more he understands that… He can never be what Tony’s wife had once been for him. And Tony might never truly love him.

Gift With Purchase Remix by sabrecmc, 43 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, hooker Steve, Sugar Daddy.

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

The Little Glass Screwdriver by ann2who, 19 k > words, Cinderella AU.

When Prince Steven is forced to find himself a bride, true love gets in the way. As the night of the grand ball unfolds, the prince meets a mysterious knight who might just change his entire life in a way he could have never imagined.

**Cinderella AU**

Covered in Lines by royal_chandler, 3 k > words, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Alternate Universe - College/University, Age Difference.

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

half-wild and glimmering by deathsweetqueen , 15 k > words, Alternate Universe - Western, Prostitution.

“Give me a drink, Tasha,” Tony sighs as he lands in front of the bar. “I’ve had one hell of a day.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Have you really?” she asks, loftily, sliding a tumbler of whiskey along the well-polished wood.

Tony lets his head hang, the sweat beading on the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t believe what I’ve had to put myself through today,” he sighs, wearily.

“I would not know. You will not let me work the rooms,” Natasha retorts, her voice a little strained, busying her hands in a dirty glass.

“I don’t let you work the rooms ‘cause you’re liable to kill anyone who touches ya the wrong way and we can’t lose that much of our business,” Tony reminds her, wryly amused, sipping at his whiskey. He shakes his head at the burn. “We peddle flesh, darling, not death.”

peers, fears and holiday cheers by jacobby, 24 k > words, Parent Tony Stark.

“He’s only two years older than you,” Tony finally says when the silence becomes too much to bear.

“Dad, Teddy is turning twenty-seven next year.”

“I am not dating your husband—”

“I’m not implying you are. I just want you to be...aware that he’s practically the same age as my husband.”

AKA

Tony Stark's new boyfriend is only two years older than his adult sons. Telling them is one thing, introducing them is another. What Tony doesn't expect is that the past always has a way of catching up to him, of biting him in the ass when he least expects it. Well, at least they're all together for the Holidays. What more can he ask for?

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc, 292 k > words, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Historical Romance.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

you can call me babe for the weekend by complicationstoo, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, actor Tony Stark.

Tony left his small town for Los Angeles after high school, leaving behind everything to pursue his dream. Ten years later, he comes back for the first time and finds that some things are impossible to let go of.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be by iam93percentstardust, 72 k > words, Alternate Universe - Theatre.

Famed director Phil Coulson brings Shakespeare’s beloved play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to Broadway. This production though comes with a twist: a brief but passionate love affair between the faerie king, Oberon, and his attendant, Puck. In the roles of the two star-crossed lovers, Coulson casts America’s darling Steve Rogers, fresh off his third Academy Award, and Broadway royalty, Tony Stark. Steve quickly finds himself falling for the quick-witted and sarcastic actor but Tony is dating the stage manager. Unwilling to come between the seemingly happy couple, Steve steps back but all isn’t right behind the scenes and Tony may need him when everything falls apart.

and so we rebuild by raeldaza, 26 k > words, Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, Soulmates, Mutual Pining.

Sometimes, a voice whispers: you will never atone for your mistakes.

Tony believes that, believes it so strongly some days he drowns in it, but he still tries. Tries through Starfleet, tries through inventions, tries through missions. Then, one day, he meets his new Captain, and things change.

and teach this heart (how to beat with light), by starklystar, 40 k >, AU Hospital, Single parent Steve.

Eight years ago, at a funeral with a baby's cries ringing in his ears, Tony Stark decided to turn his life around. He's a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. What's so hard to adding 'doctor' to that list? And after that, it can't be that hard to add 'husband' and 'father' too, right? But the past has a way of haunting even the very best of us, and in any universe, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers have never had an easy love.

Featuring: drama, chaos, Peter's scheming, meddling friends, and doctors learning again that the heart can never be as simple as four chambers and four valves.

Catching Lightning in a Bottle by sabrecmc, 120 k > words, Alternate Universe - Sweet Home Alabama Fusion.

College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

The Night Shift by weethreequarter , 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Hospital.

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Cake It Till You Make It by ChocolateCapCookie, 10 k > words, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Bakery.

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a lot in common. They're single parents, they own rival bakeries at the center of town... and they both hate each other's guts.

When a mix-up at Peter and Morgan's school has both fathers scrambling to prove they're the better baker, they do the mature, adult thing and compete in a bake-off. Between the mixing and the creaming, the baking and the icing, Steve and Tony find that hate is actually not that far from love.

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub, 31 k > words, Alternate Universe - Regency, Marriage of Convenience.

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

just a guy, standing in front of another guy by theappleppielifestyle, 12 k > words.

“It’s not real,” Tony says, still smiling, jaw twitching with effort. “The fame. It’s - I’m just a guy."

(Or, Notting Hill AU, with a twist.)

Mother of Exiles (A Titanic AU) by BladeoftheNebula, 21 k > words, Alternate Universe - Titanic Fusion.

“You’ll never guess what just happened!” Steve said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his breathing. “I met someone. A guy from first class.”

Dublin 1912: Steve Rogers is barely making ends meet, living in the tenement slums of Dublin. But a stroke of good luck gives him and his best friend the chance to change their fortune. Two tickets to America on board the RMS Titanic.

The Devil You Know by shetlandowl, 17 k > words, Alternate Universe - Detectives, Alternate Universe - Author/Novelist.

Best selling author Tony Stark revives the bodice ripper genre for a modern audience. From frisky gay cowboys to ravenous lesbian pirate queens, he consistently delivers riveting thrillers full of romance, drama, and the filthy, unapologetically kinky sex that has become his trademark specialty.

Tony has everything a man could dream of - horny, adoring fans, and boatloads of money. Or that's what he thought, until Detective Steve Rogers walks into his life and turns it all upside down.

Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday), 24 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Lumberjack Steve Rogers.

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

Series: A Furious Vexation by Annie D (scaramouche), 18 k > words, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse.

A Steve/Tony post-apocalypse AU that exists pretty much just for the smut.

That Feline Beat by Tito11, 5 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

Presenting Steve and Tony in the Aristocats!AU

Tony and his three kittens have been kidnapped from their fancy Upper East Side apartment while their owners are away and deposited on the mean streets of Harlem. Unsure of where they are or how to get back home, they'll have to rely on street cat Steve to guide them. Will they get home safely? Will Tony's fear of abandonment cause him to drive away the best tomcat he's ever known? Only time will tell.

do you fondue? by calciseptine, 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting.

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

a glimpse of heaven's love by parkrstark, 13 k> words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Terminal Illnesses.

The child begins to empty his pockets. He starts to count coins on the counter. Tony huffs a little impatiently as he realizes most of them are pennies.

The cashier actually humors the kid and counts along with him. They reach 3 dollars and 54 cents before he shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, kid. There's not enough here."

The kid sounds close to crying. "I need these paints for my Papa. It's Christmas Eve and these...he doesn't have any. The doctors said he doesn't have long. I want him to have these. In case he meets Jesus tonight, I want him to paint one more time. Please."

Tony takes a step forward, arms still full of toys he's buying just because. He can cover this child's gift for his dying father. Money. Money is what he's good for.

"I'll buy them."

Or, the Christmas Shoes AU no one but me asked for.

If you survive first impressions, you're good to go by itsallAvengers, 3 k > words, Parent Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - No Powers.

The first time Peter Parker-Stark sees Steve Rogers, he may or may not be standing in direct path of the man's motorcycle.

His daddy is really not going to be happy about that one.

A Rat-ional Conclusion by BladeoftheNebula, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Veterinarians, Parent Tony Stark.

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out.

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Tidal Pull by sabrecmc, 97 k > words, Octopus Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked.

After the American Civil War, Union soldier Steve Rogers takes a chance on an opportunity to sail with the Stark Trading Company down in the Caribbean. During a terrible storm, his ship is lost. To his surprise, he survives, and ends up stranded on an island that isn't quite as deserted as he first thinks.

Or, a reverse Little Mermaid tale where Steve has to fall for the fish-man.

Twelve Days by elysianprince, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Ghosts.

In which Tony finds himself in a town that looks like it crawled out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, trying to sell an inn he didn't know he owned, all while dealing with Steve Rogers, the resident ghost who has returned to haunt the inn each December during the twelve days of Christmas for the past seventy years. Tony has only one logical solution that benefits them both: break the curse that binds him - but falling for a man almost a century old wasn't among his plans.

She kissed me by S_Horne, 1 k > words, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting.

“Your mom kissed me.”

Steve blinked awake and lifted his head from his pillow to look over at the silhouette in the doorway. “What?”

“Your mom,” Tony reiterated. “She kissed me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said simply, “she does that.”

#stevetony #stony #fic rec #tony stark #steve rogers #my recs

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philtstone · 2 years

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Steve and Sam. TV.

it took me forever to come up with an idea for this prompt and im so sorry for the wait! even now im not sure if the elements of it that are prompt-related are that strong. i had a lot of fun with the other stuff tho. could technically fit into this verse (but doesn't have to) and the golden age of hollywood captain america biopic starring paul newman and marlon brando is all @firstelevens big brained genius.

"I've seen you on TV though."

"There's a difference. You've seen me on TV, doing other things, that are not being on TV. You've never seen me on TV."

This was a fair point. Sam could count on one hand the number of times he'd personally witnessed Steve Rogers give willing statements to reporters. Those high school PSA things were another matter.

"Okay," Steve had laughed, the tired way they all did those days. "Kick a man while he's down, why don't you. Those don't count."

Sam fades out of the memory in time to the waning loudness of the kitchen. Cass is asking about some school field trip form and Sarah is undoing her headful of braids with Bucky's help. Etta's by the sink playing loudly from someone's iPhone.

"You see someone's hands are in the middle of something Cass, you pick that exact time --"

"I was gonna ask before, Mom, I forgot."

"Baby, get your Uncle to do it."

Sam is staring at his blank laptop screen.

"Hey Uncle Sam."

He looks up.

"Yeah, yeah, c'mon, hand it over. Where are y'all going?"

"Science observatory. They got an exhibit on black holes."

He scribbles down his signature distractedly. "No way? That sounds great, Cass. You excited?"

Cass's grin is sweet and slow-growing like he doesn't wanna show off just how excited he is. Sam pats his shoulder as he runs back upstairs. It's near nine. The outdoor lamps are on. House is still alive though, for all that it's Thursday night. When Sam refocuses Sarah and Bucky are mid-conversation, resumed like whatever Cass needed happened right in the middle.

"-- morality of the man is irrelevant, I said he could get it in that film. I know you agree with me, don't act like you don't, our taste is the same."

"Our taste is not the same --"

"Please."

"Newman is plenty more handsome, and --"

"No!"

"Sam," Bucky says, like Sam has any idea what they're talking about.

"What?"

"Marlon Brando, yes or no?"

"Godfather era?"

"No!" say both of them at once, such complimentary looks of scandal on their faces that Sam can't help but chuckle.

"Streetcar era," says Sarah. "Captain America era."

Oh, Lord.

"I'm convinced you think he's hot just to mock me."

Sarah's oiled fingers twist lightly around a braid that starts behind her ear. "I'd never mock you, sweetness."

"He looks nothing like me!"

"Mmmhmm."

"No ..." drawls Sam, with a slow growing grin. "The biopic?"

"Which Sergeant Barnes here has yet to watch --"

"Ever. Yet to watch, ever. I can't believe Hollywood got the rights to me and Steve's names in the fifties, Jesus Christ."

Sam remembers watching it with Steve. They did it on the nice flatscreen in Steve's new-old DC apartment, and Nat showed up halfway through and uninvited, technically. She brought the good popcorn with her. Old Hollywood, Gold Hollywood Captain America was more of a fun wartime adventure than anything else, and, Sam knows very well now, so far removed from reality it is laughable. Still ...

"Brando's better looking."

"Than Newman?"

"Than you, Barnes."

Bucky makes a very mature face at Sam around the pick comb held in his teeth. Between the two of them, half of Sarah's head is already free, fluffing up and around her ears in the kinky, stretched out way it's wont to. It's less frizzy than Sam's seen it before. He's got a niggling suspicion that vibranium's good for that. Bucky's technique has improved, too -- comfortable, if still exceedingly gentle in a way no titi or grandma would ever be. They're in the middle of the kitchen, anyway.

"Of the two of us," Bucky says sweetly, "I'm the one with a girlfriend."

Okay. Well.

"I will kick your ass, man --"

"Oh my God, both of you shut up," says Sarah, massaging two fingers around her freed temple and dropping a loose piece of hair into the pile. "The takeaway here is, I'm always right about these things."

Though it's a Thursday night, and this a tedious kind of thing, Sarah looks more relaxed than usual. Sam says,

"At least he's not one of those Bridgerton guys she likes."

Sarah's protest is very immediate. "Oh, excuse you! Have you seen --"

"Do not say Regé-Jean Page --"

Bucky is frowning in concentration as he unpicks a particularly tricky knot, but makes the time to say, "Come on, Sam, he's hot."

Sam groans. "Seriously?"

"Sam, objectively, I trust Bucky's taste in men more than I do yours --"

"Because it's the same as yours," Sam says, instinctive, so that Bucky will stop looking so smug,

"-- but all this is irrelevant --"

"We're not circling back to Brando," says Bucky.

"No, we're not, because I was going to say --"

Sam has been around long enough to know exactly where this is going.

"Denzel," he starts, loudly.

"Can get it," finishes Sarah. "Even now --"

"Even now."

"She's not wrong."

Sam has to resign himself on this point. "She's not wrong."

He looks back at his laptop. That biopic, he thinks. What a way to find yourself on TV.

"Before this -- all this. You never thought maybe you could use that, let people hear what you had to say?"

"People hear what they want to hear," Steve had said, in that tiny safehouse in Germany. "Better to show them, I guess. Who would I be going on television for?"

Sam doesn't want to go on TV. Not the Good Morning America kind, anyway -- willing, active, planned. There's a scripted quality that sets his teeth on edge. He's been invited -- two days from now. Angie the publicist was very nice, more respectful than most in her proposal. He'll have to cut his already short visit to Delacroix shorter. He keeps thinking maybe if he can say some stuff on his own terms, it won't be so bad.

His notes app is clean empty, though.

Sarah is laughing over something in front of him. It fades out and he realizes that she's looking right at him.

"Sam. You good?"

He thinks about it. "The Good Morning America gig," he starts. "Don't know if it's a good idea."

"Well," says Sarah. The kitchen smells of her hair oil. "Who'd you be doing it for?"

She says it differently from how Steve had. There's a thump from upstairs.

"Good point," says Sam. He closes his laptop and moves to get up. "You two stay here. I'll go make sure they're in bed."

It's now past nine, after all, and a school night. He hears Sarah and Bucky return to their laughter while he leaves, the kind that dissolves quickly into something else and makes it real obvious they've started kissing. Sighing, Sam goes upstairs to the sight of Cass hooting all sprawled out on the top bunk. He hauls AJ to his feet off the bedroom floor; somehow he's gotten his head into the empty garbage can.

"Bedtime," Sam says, pulling the can off.

"You're still here for another few days, right Uncle Sam?"

He bumps AJ's shoulder with his fist, raising his eyebrows. "You did all your homework tonight?"

"Uh huh."

"Then yeah, AJ. I'm still here another couple days."

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Epilogue to Summer Heat, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

-(fem!reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

Summary: A glimpse of the months following Steve leaving Reader for Peggy. This is a part 2/sequel/epilogue of this fic for @syntheticavenger's 5K Follower Challenge

Warnings: This is mild! Mostly Fluff with slight Angst. There's a hint at Bucky eating out his very pregnant girlfriend if you squint. Bucky is soft. Steve is an idiot. Bucky really loves reader. (I stuck at these I apologize. Contains very minor Loki spoilers. I wrote this in like a hour on my phone so I apologize for any typos etc)

Please reblog/share and comment. I love to read your reviews!

Word Count: 2,060

It had been nearly 5 months since you had found out that you were pregnant. You and Bucky were letting everything fall into place as you were getting ready for the birth of your baby. He had talked you into finding out the sex when it was born, despite you wanting to hurry up and find out. You closed your eyes as you sat on the couch, your legs propped onto a pillow as you rubbed your stomach as your baby kicked.

"He's good," he says with a smile. "God, you're so beautiful," he says, and you chuckle.

"I'm a whale, Buck," you say and throw a blueberry at him, which he catches with his mouth. "There's nothing beautiful about me," you snort, and he glares at you.

"Baby, how many times do I have to tell you that you're beautiful?" He asks, and you sigh. You just feel so fat and unattractive, but Bucky still stares at you the same way he did before he made the first move and kissed you all those months ago.

"I don't deserve you, Buck," you smile and move, so you are sitting beside him. "I honestly don't deserve everything you've done for the baby and me-" he cuts you off as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you gently into him, kissing your lips with a softness that made you get goosebumps every time.

"Our baby," he says into your lips.

"Our baby," you whisper back and smile as he stands up and takes your empty bowl to the sink, and comes back to lean down to kiss your chin where you had some chocolate. His lips move up to his, and you run your hands into his hair pulling him closer as he gently devours your lips with his own.

"Need to taste you," he says in a rough tone before pulling away. His hands reach down, taking both of yours. He helps you off of the couch and walks you back to the bedroom.

~ 2 Months Later~

You woke up one morning hearing the birds chirping outside of your window and smiled as Bucky came in, bringing you some toast with avocados and eggs on it. You eat the toast as he leans and kisses your stomach, softly singing his favorite song with his head gently lying on your huge tummy.

You giggle as you listen to him singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" as you close your eyes and remember your first kiss during "The Wizard of Oz" all of those months ago. You play with his hair, looking down at him, wondering how you got so lucky to have a guy like Bucky. Your eyes close for a moment. You can't help but think of Steve. You hate that he left you, you hate that he chose to be with another woman; but why couldn't you hate him?

If he had known you were pregnant, you know he would've stayed. Wouldn't he?

"Hey doll, you okay?" You heard Bucky ask, and you looked down at him. You smile as you nod your head down at him. You take a deep breath.

"I was just thinking about Steve ... not necessarily the bad stuff. I just ..." you couldn't find the words. "He just would have been a good father," you say softly.

"You're right," he smiles and looks up at you. "He was a good man," he whispers and closes his eyes. "I just ... wish he would've handled all of this differently. He should've talked to you," he said, his fingers gently moving over your tummy. You smile. His singing was always something that could calm the baby's kicking down.

When he moves to lay down beside you, pulling you as close as he could as he rested his head on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit at his lip.

"At the funeral, he asked me if I liked you," Bucky whispered. He'd never talked to you about this before. "He said he saw something about the way we looked at each other. He wanted to know if I had feelings for you,"

You bit your lip as you listened to Bucky, and you placed your hand over his.

"I didn't lie to him. I told him the truth. I'm sorry if me telling him that caused him to leave," he said, and you place your finger over his lips.

"Bucky, even if I do miss him sometimes ... even if I do still love him. There's nothing like the love I have for you," you whisper and run your fingers through his hair. "This baby was made with Steve ... and even tho we told each other 'I Love You,' It is fate that you and I go through this with our baby."

Bucky looked up at you, his blue eyes beginning to tear up, and you smile as you run your fingers gently into his hair before you wiped at his face with your fingers.

"I love you so much," you say down to him.

"I love you," he says back as he kisses your stomach and looks up at you with his head resting against your tummy again.

"Let's get married," he says, and you look down at him about to say something. He smiles up at you. "I know it's not an ideal proposal," he chuckles. "But I don't want to wait, and I don't even have a ring ... but I can get one. I just want to marry you, and I want to grow old with you and our baby,"

"Let's get married," you say back with a smile. "We can just do it in the courthouse... I don't need anything but you, Buck. Maybe we can get Sam to come," you say, and he smiles as he pulls away and moves his dog tags from his neck to yours.

"Let's get married," he says again and kisses your lips.

Steve had promised Peggy that he would stop by the grocery store he walked out of the store with his paper bags and looked around as things began to freeze in time. He looked around strangely as everything began to move in slow motion. Holographic doors began to show around him, and three guards came out with guns and walked towards him.

One of them stepped towards him and looked down at something in their hand.

"Steve Rogers, on behalf of the Time Variance Authority. I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline."

Before he had a chance to speak, he was zapped away with the strange people and was put on trial. He honestly thought this was some kind of joke. How had he messed with the timeline?

"You must be Captain America," a voice said from behind him. He was holding a file and stood to walk towards him. "I'm Mobius," he said.

"Why am I here?"

"You messed up the Timeline by going back in time to be with Peggy Carter," Mobius replied. "We figured we would give you the chance to fix things. Follow me," he said, and Steve sighed, following after the man.

He stopped at an area, and Steve turned towards a vast place with darkness, but soon the darkness lit up. He saw you and Bucky in front of him.

He saw how the two of you had fallen in love, and something inside him twitched as he saw how you looked at Bucky. It was a way she never looked at him before. Then he watched the night she had called him asking him to pick something up for her, and he gasped.

"I wouldn't have left if I had known," Steve finally spoke.

Mobius looked over at the blonde and shook his head. Then looked back at the screen.

"You need to make a decision. But know one thing, them falling in love was always supposed to happen. It would have happened if you would've stayed," he said, causing Steve to look at the screen. "We normally don't do this, but we will give you time to figure out what you want. You can stay here ... you can let them live their lives. Or you can finally man up and admit that going back into time to be with a woman you only kissed once was a stupid thing to do,"

Bucky smiled as he kissed your head as your 6-week old baby girl, Isabella Rose rested on your chest. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and you didn't look any better.

"I still can't believe she's here," he smiled, looking down at the sleeping baby. "Here, let me take her. I want you to get some sleep," he said as he softly took her and stood up from the bed and walked her to her nursery, and laid her down.

"Hey sweet pea," Bucky says as he winds up the mobile and Isabella glances up at him and he swore she smiled before looking at the mobile. "All of this is new to me. But I promise I'm going to take care of you and mommy. It's going to be the three of us to the end of the line," he whispered and looked up at the mobile where he and you had hung Steve's dog tags that he had left behind. "Your daddy would love you so much. I miss him and I know mommy misses him too. You have his eyes and his hair. But hopefully, you aren't as hardheaded," he smiles and runs his fingers through her blond hair. "Go to sleep sweet pea,"

He came back into the bedroom and smirked, seeing you were already asleep, and he laid beside you and wrapped an arm around you.

He woke up a few hours later; Isabella was crying. He headed into the room and picked her up, comforting her with a smile.

"Daddy's here," he said as she wrapped her hand around his ring finger, and he smiled seeing her little fingers close to his wedding band. "Daddy's always gonna be here," he said, rocking her softly. He heard a knock on the door and carried Isabella carefully towards the door and opened it slowly.

Steve stood behind the door. He had a hand on the back of his neck as he looked out at his best friend holding his daughter just as you walked into the room.

"Buck, who's at the door?" You ask before you freeze as Bucky moves to the side, and Steve is standing there looking from you to Bucky and down at the little blonde-haired girl in Bucky's arms.

"Bucky, turn around," you say, and he backs away from you and turns his back, and holds Isabella close.

"How dare you!" You say as you slap Steve once and then again. "You left!" You say, and he reaches his hands out to grab ahold of yours. It's when he sees the rings on your finger.

"Y/N. I'm sorry. If I would've known, I wouldn't have left," he says, and you feel the tears building in your eyes.

"But you left Steve ... you left. You said you loved me, and you left," you shook your head. "I loved you, and you left," you said as you began to hit his chest before collapsing into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said as he held you close against his chest. "I came back ... I came back," he said against your head. "I know you and Bucky are together ... but I have to be here for her," he said, and you look up at him and feel his fingers wiping your eyes.

"Can I hold her?" Steve asks, his voice slightly cracking.

"Yes," you whisper and have him sit down on the couch as you motion for Bucky to take Isabella over to Steve. He hands Isabella over carefully, and she looks up at the strange man and wiggles a little in his arms as tears roll from Steve's blue eyes down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I left you, little Angel, but daddy's never leaving you again," Steve said as he leaned and kissed her head and took in the smell of his daughter for the very first time.

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flashflashhundredyarddash · 3 years

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@joanofarkansass Glad you liked my fic recs! Here are some more marvel + xmen ones:

Catch Me Through the Looking-Glass by ylixia

"It's like a recurring nightmare: Steve Rogers, trapped in a world that is not his own, new love left behind, and nothing to keep him going but questions."

This fic is one of the more popular ones for a damn good reason. A Steve Rogers just reflecting on his relationship with his own Tony AND another Steve and Tony's relationship and getting PISSED the whole time.

Conflict of Interest by NotQuiteHumanAnymore

"Tumblr prompt! alien-angel-orsentientpotato (AKA my firstborn, Cheyenne) asked "Okay so headcanon for x-men evolution. Despite Pietro and Kurt being on separate teams they have a weird understanding of each other as they are both fidgety. Pietro because everything moves so slow and Kurt because he's not used to sitting still or being in one place for long periods of time like school demands. So through this understanding they form a weird pseudo friendship thing in which they race each other, play tag, and see what pranks they can pull on each other without getting caught." And it became this 30k behemoth."

I will be real, I ship Peter/Kurt which is definitely a very rarepair lol, but this fic was very cute! It's based on the xmen evolution cartoon. Even if you don't know much about it, I'd recommend giving this fic a shot!

With a Child's Heart by Scarlet_Ribbons

"“Oh, god.” Steve whispers, sounding as horrified as Tony feels. “You’re so young. Tony, he’s so young.”

Spider-Man coughs once, a frail, baby-bird sound.

(They find his body in a Dumpster.)"

:((((( Vry sad but vry good

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

"“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask."

A true comedy of errors lol. Tony doesn't realize that his boyfriend Steve is Captain America.

Idiot Control Now by @cygnaut

"Hank screws something up in the lab and everyone's powers increase tenfold. Not knowing how to control them like this, they all try to cope and not kill each other by mistake while Hank tries to find a way to reverse the effects. Charles has a particularly hard time of it."

I got distracted and reread this while making this list. VERY funny and also very creative in how their powers could fly out of control without devolving into crack territory. I LOVE cygnaut's fic and got distracted reading a bunch get ready for some more y'all

Adventures in Babysitting by cygnaut

"When Jean, Scott, and Ororo get in trouble and have nowhere to turn, they call on the last person they probably should—Magneto."

DADNETO!! I LOVE the way cygnaut writes the Erik and Ororo relationship, if I ever write xmen fanfic assume Erik is Ororo's dad in it okay I don't make the rules anymore only cygnaut makes the rules.

Blessed is the Match Consumed by cygnaut

""This isn't a concentration camp," Delta says, calm, like he's been rehearsing it. Erik looks at the gun on his hip, the guards behind him in the corridor, the bars between them.

He smiles with a lot of teeth. "I think I'd know that better than you."

AU in which the beach divorce didn't happen and Erik decides to stay and help Charles start his school. But despite their clean break, the government isn't ready to let the mutants disappear into hiding."

A brutal and really well-written fic.

Plausible Deniability by DragonBandit

"Kurt and Peter travel across mutant America to recruit for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Kurt has a crush. Peter is oblivious."

Another nightsilver fic that I really like!

Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club by sara_holmes

"Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.)

"When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center."

Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself."

SARA HOLMES WINTERHAWK QUEEN

Way Down We Go by @clarkestetler and @goosenik

"After being attacked and forcibly separated from Eddie Brock, Venom bonds to Peter Parker in order to seek both revenge on the LIFE Foundation and any evidence of his previous host. Peter Parker isn't exactly thrilled about this turn of events and turns to the Avengers for help managing his new symbiote."

I've recently fallen into the Peter/Harry ship and this fic quickly became one of my favorites! Very domestic and sweet but also scary and also Peter having a relatively realistic reaction to suddenly being possessed by an alien tickled me.

Turning Tables by @iamallyetnotatall

"Thanos knows if he leaves Tony Stark alive, that Earth's mightiest defender will find a way to undo all of his hard work.

So when he snaps and wipes away half the universe, he ensures that Tony Stark is one of those that fade to nothing.

I.E - a what-if series of ficlets where Tony is dusted and Peter isn't. HAPPY ENDING GUARANTEED"

Very Good. Pepper and Peter and Morgan family bonding is great.

I Don't Want To Keep A Secret by DOA

"As their senior year begins, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn have a lot to figure out on their own.

Peter has his hands full with his Aunt dating again, college, potential romance, and being superhero with a secret identity that may be more trouble than it's worth. Then Harry, with a troubling father, an uncertain future, possibly unrequited love, a family secret, and an ugly green monster that he has no control over.

But what happens if their separate problems are more related than they think?"

A very cute and plotty Parksborn fic set in the Marvel's Spider-Man universe. It does have first person POV and has been incomplete for over a year which :( but I did enjoy what I read!

There you have it! Half of these fics are kind of Really Popular fics (which are popular for good reason) and fics that just happen to really personally appeal to me lmao

#marvel #spiderman #parksborn #nightsilver #avengers #stony #tony stark #peter parker #fic recs #fanfics #the burd squawks

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