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elius-learns-to-write · 3 years

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Good Pep Talk

Hey besties <3, I have 6 more things coming out before the start of next week so keep your onions peeled and have an absolutely fantabulous day/night!!! :) P.S sorry if you don’t like MHA pretend it’s something else lol)

You were an excellent member of the team

But you always second guessed yourself

It presented itself in more ways than one but it became more prominent before missions or when you were talking to people with the same interests

“You like MHA too?” A girl whose name you knew you should’ve remembered as she told you last week as she sat down onto the old brown plastic chairs in math but just couldn’t. “Uhm yeah I do actually. How could you tell?” you chuckled nervously, trying to focus on filling up your water bottle that was sure to taste of metal when you took a sip. “Your jumper, I LOVE IT, honestly Kirishima is my favourite. He is just so cool, his quirk is awesome” no-name-girl was obviously excited to talk about it and seemed to be able to talk about it until the cows came home which in this case was exactly 10 minutes because the bell for first period would ring in about that. She carried on talking about the show as you started to wade your way through the crowded halls, you hadn’t really felt the need to add anything because she seemed to have the talking aspect of a conversation under control. That was until she mentioned his birthday “I even make an effort to buy myself a cake every October 18th to honour him” to the annoyance of your peers you stopped in the middle of the hallway to turn to her. “Actually it’s October 16th” she looked at you as if you had grown 2 heads and continued walking “I think I’d know if I was wrong. Now are you coming? We’re going to be late for maths”. You didn’t understand how her tone had gone from sickly sweet and excited puppy to bitter and holding the resentment of the world in her words. Maybe she was right and you had been wrong. Were you wrong? No , surely you weren’t. Right?

You tended to just shrug it off whenever it happened

But being in a place where everyone just seemed better than you really took its toll

Being in a family of superheroes was hard without being unsure of yourself but with it? You were sure to burst

“Hey y/n can you help me with this equation for the homework?” Peter asked from his spot on the floor, pages of notes sprawled out so far that they made him look as if he was floating in a sea of paper. “Go ask Bruce or Tony pr something their smarter” you grumbled looking up from the game of flappy bird you had been trying to occupy your mind with (not that it was working), “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t think you could do it” he replied worry evident in his tone “well I can’t Peter”.

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You had been training with Loki for a good half an hour and you just couldn’t seem to master the illusion he had been trying to teach you “It’s okay, try again but this time don’t tense up and let your thoughts center on this” he advised in a poor attempt to soothe your worry “It would be so much better if you were teaching Wanda this, she might actually be able to do this” the man frowned as he watched you storm out of the room.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “No. If you do it like that you’ll give us all food poisoning” Steve joked from the stove where you had previously been frying up some chicken. You were trying couldn’t he see it. You had been sure you were doing exactly as he had said but then again it wouldn’t be the first time you had been wrong when it came to doing something. “Get Bucky or Nat or Wanda or anyone really, to help you because it's clear I can’t” you said walking out of the kitchen, putting your headphones on and plopping onto the cool leather of the couch.

Your family had been getting more and more worried about your behaviour

You stopped sharing your thoughts on topics they knew you loved

You hesitated when you made a point as if you didn’t trust yourself to say the right thing

And you tended to shut yourself in your room for days at a time

Steve decided that as you Father figure he should step in before the situation got even worse than it already was

Knock knock knock. Steve's knuckles gently rapped agaisnt the door “Y/n? Can I bring a doll?” his voice was muffled from inside your blanket cocoon but you still managed to say yes loud enough for him to open the door to your cozy room. You felt the bed dip to one side as he sat down, still you made no effort to move “me and the team have been getting a little worried about you, you haven’t seemed yourself lately. Do you want to talk about it?” you imagine the hopeful smile that was pasted on his face as if someone had done a shit job at wallpapering it over the worry that was there. “Not really” was all you said hoping it would be enough for the supersoldier to let you wallow in your cocoon for a bit longer, “Keeping it in isn’t going to help you is it” he sighed pulling down the blanket from your face so he could get a better look at you, now being able to see the slight puff and red tint our face had. “I just feel like everyone is so perfect and cool but here I am, just boring me who can’t even trust themself to get anything right” you sniffed, tearing up again as Steve pulled you into a hug “doll you aren't boring and you are twice as awesome then most of the people I know” “That’s because most of the people you know are dead or playing bingo at an over 65s home in the hills of california” he chuckled at that but continued “When I was your age I was lame and had no clue what I was doing but all I knew was that I needed to trust that doing the right thing was all I needed and now here I am” he looked at you to make sure you were okay “ you have that and so much more, you are smart and can do anything if you try. You put too much pressure on yourself, so what if you aren’t the best all the time at all you have to be kind. And I know you are kind” you smiled up at him feeling better than you had when he first disrupted you.“Good pep talk old man” you smiled at him as he chuckled “I’m not that old you know?” he shoved you playfully “sure old man. Now go play scrabble with your old people friends” he gave you one more shove before he got up and walked to the door. “I love you kid” he smiled“Love you too you iced americano”

No matter how you felt now they would help you love yourself again

And you couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather have helping you

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lothirielswanmarvel · 4 years

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Chapter 1 of Avengers: Love and Lightning

Love interest: Thor (+ a Peter Quill love triangle later introduced in the series)

“Vision, what's next on the list?”

“Blueberries, sir—boss—tiny man with lots of money,” Vision stuttered as we walked on the aisle. Tony Stark, famous billionaire and world-saver, sat in the shopping cart that I pushed, munching on an open box of pocky.

“Tiny Man better not squish my M&Ms,” Rhodey muttered. Every now and then, Rhodey would reach out and steady himself against the edge of the cart. The metal casts that encased his legs were bulky, and I couldn't imagine how irritating they were. I noticed Vision wince every time Rhodey stopped to gather himself.

I sighed. My family had gone through a divorce recently (and you can imagine how crappy that was, given Director Nick Fury was practically the priest that united the match). The Avengers had separated, leaving all parties in broken pieces. All of the people I cared about in my incredibly tiny yet fulfilling social circle were in pain. How was someone like me, an introvert with zero superpowers, supposed to fix that?

“Oh! Can we pick up some cucumbers?” Shuri asked. Her voice was light and had a hint of an accent to it. She wore bright colors and had a chipper air to her. Sometimes, I swore she was a character from an anime brought to life.

“No,” T’Challa said sternly.

Our group took up the entire aisle, and as we slowly inched towards the end, I daydreamed about the book I had stashed under my bed in the Compound. But I forced myself out of my comfort zone, more than a regular amount: I felt like they needed me. And I honestly cared too much to forsake any of the Avengers right now.

“Ms. Angie, can I have some cucumbers please?” Shuri turned to me with a polite smile on her face.

I blinked. “You’re the princess of an entire continent. I'm pretty sure I have no say here.”

“Sure you do, Ms. Angie,” Peter Parker, another random kid that Tony adopted off the street, raced up to our party. He stuffed a bunch of doughnuts in our cart. Tony nodded his approval, “ ‘Atta boy. Now go steal the bananas by the ‘kids get free snacks’ sign.”

“Don't listen to him, Peter. Tony can go by himself,” I said. “And what do you mean, I have a say?”

Peter shrugged. “Well, you’re an adult, right? You’re old enough to drink, that's pretty old.”

I stopped pushing the cart abruptly and gaped at Tiny Man 2.0. “Wait, hold on a minute, did you just call me old?”

“You read books all the time,” Shuri replied.

“You always prefer your free time in solitude,” Vision interjected.

“And you look…” Peter trailed off as he studied my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tony making cutting motions with his hands.

“You look, uh,” Peter swallowed. “You look really young. I mean, you dated Thor and he's like a thousand years old. You're practically dating the elderly.”

“Woah, that is not cool, man,” Rhodey shook his head.

“We need to work on how you talk to women,” Tony told Parker. Then he turned in the cart to glance at me, and cowered behind a jar of Nutella. In the background, T’Challa started hitting his head on a box of cereal.

I sucked in a breath as I processed all of this information. “Okay, a few points to be made here: I am a young woman in the prime of my life.”

“Who radiates youth and beauty,” T’Challa offered.

I continued, trying not to blush, “Right...er, thanks. Number two: I never dated Thor. If I wanted to date the elderly, I’d call up Bucky in Wakanda. Last thing,”

I stared down Vision, Peter, Shuri, and Tony. “if I am the adult, that means you are the child.”

I continued down the aisle, tugging Tony along in the cart. “Rhodey, pick up some Minute Maid juice boxes for the kids.”

“But I like Juicy Juice more…” Parker whined.

“Tough!” I turned around the corner, and crashed carts with someone. I winced at the sound. Tony squirmed in the metal basket, “Hey—oh, they visited the liquor section.”

Tony reached out to steal the pack of beer and yelped when three long blades came before his hand.

“I’m so sorry! Hi, Logan,” I said, facing most of the staff of the X-Men. Professor Charles Xavier was sitting in the cart, giving Tony a disapproving look. Erik Lensherr pushed the cart without even touching the handle, who offered an unfriendly sneer to Vision. Hank McCoy was nearby, studying the shopping list. Sometimes he glanced up at me and quickly looked back down at the slip of paper.

“Our deepest apologies, Ms. Green,” Charles wore a friendly smile when he met my gaze. “Do excuse us. Mister Wade Wilson has been draining our supply of snacks for the students, so we’re here to pick up more biscuits.”

“That's british for crackers,” Hank McCoy translated.

“They don't need to know our life story, bub,” Logan grunted.

“Right. We must be off,” Charles waved as his cart started moving by itself. “Good day to you, Avengers.”

Erik sneered at Vision as they passed. “Next time you touch my daughter, remember: I can control metal.”

The group marched off to raise havoc in the bakery department.

“The other side of the pond is crazy,” Rhodey remarked, watching them go.

Tony held up a beer in victory, “Ugh, why is this warm? We’re getting some Aviation American Gin.”

I started pushing Tony again. Both him and the doughnuts had some weight to them. “No alcohol around kids.”

“But mom!”

“No dice,” I said. Our group kept walking. My mind wandered back to what Peter mentioned: he thought Thor and I were dating. We were intimate—I mean, we were close, not in a romantic way, but...he always came up to me first when he returned to Earth. Thor sent me exotic flowers from Asgard sometimes, when he was away—he called me his “earthen goddess” on the tag, and it always made me feel all warm and tingly.

Thor and I had struck up a system while he was away, too: to make sure he was alive, we sent letters through Heimdall for each other. I felt bad bothering the poor Watcher of the Nine Realms, but at least I knew Thor was okay. He was off doing space stuff, and I did my earth stuff: I just...I missed him sometimes.

Only when fiery sparks filled the air did I return to reality (only Thor could make me forget what planet I was on). Doctor Stephen Strange appeared before us.

“Hey,” I was the first to recognize him. I probably knew him better than everyone else; my health history wasn't...pristine.

Tony stuck his tongue out at him like a five year-old. “What, you got tired of your blue telephone box?”

Peter and Shuri gasped. “Can I be your companion?”

“I asked first! I got dibs! Ha!”

“No fair! You didn't even get your Hogwarts letter!”

Stephen smirked, and despite Tony, leaned on the front of the cart, holding my gaze. “Hello. Food shopping with the family?”

“And pursuing other condiments, including feminine hygiene products and alcoholic beverages,” Vision added.

I plastered a smile on my face. “Just an ordinary day living among superheroes. Very boring.”

Shuri nodded vigorously. “It's true! All Ms. Angie does is sit on the couch and play video games and cry over made-up people. There is nothing interesting going on in her life.”

I gripped the handle to the cart tightly, silently vowing never to have children. Stephen’s cheekbones were sharp and taut like they were held up by internal wiring. He had a regalness to him. I was one of the few around that he actually joked with, “I disagree. I think there are plenty of interesting things about you.”

I made a face at him, wondering if this was a hint to a new health crisis—or even worse—an attempt to flirt with me. Suddenly T’Challa was right next to me. “What is your motive in this visit, Strange? Perhaps you have run out of money, and cannot afford basic necessities.”

I groaned at the two of them. “Please play nice. I think I’ve finally reached the temptation to buy Aviation American Gin. Tony, direct me.”

“Yay!” Tony pointed Logan’s stolen beer bottle towards the end of the aisle. I followed my soon to-be tipsy compass.

Stephen still lingered in our group. I glanced over at him, “If there’s anything you’d like…”

“I wouldn't want to impose,” He said.

“Angeline, I think you are too kind to the misfortunate,” T’Challa mused.

“Guys, please. I get enough bickering as it is: I'm surrounded by four kids,” I motioned again across our group. “Let’s just be nice, and enjoy Tony’s black card.”

We reached the end of the aisle and a curse flew from my mouth. I crashed carts with someone else.

“I'm so sorry—” I trailed off when I looked up at the person.

“Intruders!” Scott Lang raised his nerf gun from his seat in the shopping cart. “Make way, people! It's the White Jets to our Latino Sharks!”

Steve Rogers sighed. “Scott, you have to stop watching musicals with Cassie.”

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fandomfanfics12 · 5 years

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We Are A Family-part 22

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 22/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here,Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn’t help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell? A/N: omg i updated without a six month gap? who am i? lol hope you guys enjoy this part, finally i get to include spideypool! this fic is turning out to be so much longer than i had originally anticipated but i enjoy writing it. hope you’re having a good week!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21

“I slept with Bucky.” It was like Tony’s brain short-circuited, every argument died on his lips.

“no you didn’t.” the words flew out of his mouth, an instantaneous response. Because Steve wouldn’t, he’d know that that would be the potential thing to truly end their relationship.

“Tony-“

“you didn’t, you wouldn’t have.” Tony ran a hand through his hair, his heart was pounding in his chest, something was wrong. Steve wouldn’t have, there was something wrong with Steve.

“Tony-“ but Tony cut him off again.

“because you love me, you chose me, you married me-“

“Maybe I shouldn’t have! Maybe this life with you and Peter was a mistake!” Steve snapped and Tony flinched. This didn’t make any sense, Tony couldn’t understand it.

“but in our vows you said you couldn’t imagine a life where you and I aren’t together.” Tony’s voice was so small, he was suddenly so tired of fighting.

“I know.”

“so why are you trying to make that the life we live in? why are you so determined to break this marriage?” Tony demanded, trying to stay calm. But Steve looked just fine, the guilt was quickly fading. He looked like a stone statue.

Steve could feel the guilt disappearing, he felt empty. He wanted to feel this guilt, wanted to fight for this marriage, wanted to hold Tony and tell his husband how much he loved him. Steve opened his mouth, ready to tell Tony how he truly felt, but it was like his mind hit a brick wall.

“People change Tony.”

“So you want to be with Bucky now?” No! Steve choked on the word, he looked down at the floor, not able to speak at all. It was like he was trapped in his own mind.

“Where’s Peter?” Steve asked instead, the only words he could manage.

“He’s with May.” Steve dragged his eyes up at Tony and his heart broke. Because Tony was trying so hard to fix things, and Steve was trying equally hard to ruin them.

It was horrible. Peter never wanted to be at home, the fighting between his dads was worse than ever now. They wouldn’t tell him what was going on, Aunt May swore she had no clue. The only real escape was school. Not that school was much of an improvement. Peter walked up to his locker in a half-comatose state. He was exhausted. He couldn’t sleep anymore, not with his dads arguing all through the night. His spidey sense kicked in a second before Wade Wilson tapped his shoulder. Peter spun around, a scowl on his face and brain suddenly awake. But Wade’s posse wasn’t around. Peter immediately relaxed.

“What do you want?” Peter asked dryly, the boys had stopped speaking years ago. Mainly because Wade was popular and interested in girls and partying. Peter was interested in neither of those. He’d been interested in Wade and hanging out with the Avengers. Wade was the only kid in the school who knew about Peter’s dads.

“Are you alright?” Wade was frowning and Peter took a deep breath. He felt a sudden urge to tell Wade everything, to spill his secrets in a way that once had been so easy. They had known everything about each other. Peter knew all about how Wade wished he’d gotten to know his father and how Wade had an unhealthy obsession with Wham! Make It Big, he knew that Wade’s favourite food was pizza and that Wade never had to study to pass a test.

“I’m fine.” He lied. There was once a time Peter could tell Wade everything, he didn’t even have to think about it. Being with Wade was as easy as breathing. Now being around Wade felt similar to drowning.

“you don’t look fine.” Was that worry? How could Wade still see through Peter’s lies, even after all these years?

“since when did you care about how I looked?” Peter demanded. He was surprised to see Wade flinch. Wade didn’t care, that had been made clear. Over the years, Peter had attempted to revive their friendship, Wade had slammed the door shut in his face.

“What’s going on Peter?” Wade’s voice was slightly softer and Peter turned back to his locker, squeezing his eyes shut. he missed Wade, but Wade was an asshole and they weren’t best friends anymore.

“Hey Peter, hey Wade.” Ned had the best timing.

“Ned could you give us a minute?” Wade asked and Ned smiled but Peter shot him a dark look.

“Uhh-“ Ned suddenly didn’t look so sure of himself. Peter and Wade had never really explained to anyone what had gone wrong. So Ned didn’t know whether to hate Wade or to simply be passive aggressive towards him.

“Was there a point to this conversation Wade?” Peter demanded and Wade frowned.

“Wilson get over here!” cue the posse. Peter heard Wade swear underneath his breath.

“I’ll talk to you later Peter.” Wade flashed them both a smile and then turned to go join his friends. He turned the corner and then Wade was gone.

“What was that about?” Ned asked and Peter shrugged.

“I dunno, but it’s not my place to care anymore.” Ned nodded his head.

“You look tired.” Even though Peter loved Ned, even though they were best friends, he didn’t tell Ned everything.

“I’m fine.” He lied, and Ned believed it.

Plates had been smashed, windows broken and house destroyed. Tony wasn’t exactly sure how the fight had escalated so quickly, but it had. It hadn’t been that big of a problem until Peter had come home, carrying a large stack of mail.

“hey Peter.” Tony smiled sheepishly and watched his son take in the house.

“Do you want me to stay with May?” Peter offered and Tony groaned.

“I hate this, you know that I hate this right?” Peter sighed and nodded.

“I know dad, I’ll go pack a bag.” Peter was shuffling through the mail and lifted up a fancy envelope.

“What’s that?” Tony asked, abandoning the chair he was trying to fix.

“It’s addressed to the three of us.” Peter said and opened the envelope. Tony peered over Peter’s shoulder, Clint and Natasha were getting married.

“finally.” Tony muttered.

“are you and pops getting a divorce?” Peter asked suddenly and Tony flinched.

“Of course not. This is just…” Tony trailed off and Peter stared down at the floor.

“the beginning of a divorce?” he asked and tony sighed.

“A rough patch.” He decided.

“You and pops have had rough patches before, this isn’t a rough patch. Tell me what’s going on.” Tony groaned.

“I want to kid, I honestly do…” but how did you tell your 17 year old that their father had been unfaithful?

“just tell me, I’m old enough that you should be telling me stuff.” Tony sighed and nodded his head.

“Steve and Bucky…” Peter’s eyes widened and Tony instantly regretted saying anything.

“You’re joking.” Peter’s instant disbelief was similar to what Tony had experienced.

“I really wish I was kid.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“What are you going to do?” he asked and Tony shrugged, even though Peter wasn’t looking.

“I don’t know.”

“do you want a divorce?”

“No.”

“Does pops?”

“I don’t know.” Peter was taking this all surprisingly well.

“We’re going to be okay Peter.” Tony promised and Peter nodded.

“I know, you always make things better. I’m going to pack for May’s, alright?” Tony nodded his head.

“Alright.”

“Love you dad.”

“love you too.”

Steve was trying not to freak out. He told bucky that he had told tony. Told bucky that no matter how hard he tries, he always chokes on the words he means.

“Something isn’t right Steve…” Bucky trailed off, lost in thought.

“I know what you’re thinking and I’ve tried to tell Tony about the purple guy. I tried it this afternoon, but I couldn’t get the words out. I ended up throwing a chair across the room.” Bucky frowned.

“this is bad Steve, I don’t like being someone else’s puppet.” Steve wasn’t a fan of it either.

“Maybe you could tell someone. I can’t but maybe you can.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“I can try.”

Peter hated this. When he knocked at the door, May had been grinning. But the smile faded as soon as she noticed Peter.

“Another fight?” she asked and he nodded. She stepped aside and he could hear voices from the dining room.

“Who’s here?” Peter asked and May bit her lip.

“May? What’s going on? You know I can’t see, Wade what’s going on?” It was Al’s voice. Suddenly Peter wanted to turn around and run, this was now the last place he wanted to be.

“Peter just showed up.” Wade murmured and Peter wanted to disappear through the floor.

“I can just go-“ But May shook her head.

“Nonsense, i was just finishing up dinner.” May walked off to the kitchen.

“Peter how are you? I haven’t heard from you in ages, tell me what’s going on? How’s Steve and Tony?” Peter’s hands were shaking and Wade was staring at him with wide eyes.

“Fine.” Peter lied and Wade frowned but mercifully said nothing.

“That’s good, last time I spoke with Steve he was telling me how he and Tony were talking about adopting another kid. Are they still planning on that?” Peter had not known about that.

“I don’t know. I’m just going to dump my stuff in the guest room, I’ll be back.” Peter moved as quickly as possible. Once the bedroom door was closed, Peter leaned against it. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. Wade was here. He would have to sit through dinner and pretend like everything was fine, like his world wasn’t imploding. There was a knock on the other side of the door. Thinking it was May, Peter opened the door.

“What’s going on with you?” Wade demanded, Peter nearly slammed the door in his face.

“Nothing.”

“why won’t you talk to me?” Wade demanded.

“in case you hadn’t noticed, we haven’t exactly been friends in the past three years.” Wade winced slightly and it brought peter a sense of satisfaction.

“Ouch Peter, I guess I’d forgotten your ability to hit people right where it hurts.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“What are you even doing here?” Peter demanded, surely Wade knew that when their friendship ended, Peter got his aunt. Wade couldn’t have everyone.

“May invited us over. Why are you being such an asshole today?” Wade asked, tilting his head and studying Peter.

“Stop. Don’t make judgements about me, you don’t get to do that anymore.” Wade raised a brow.

“Did you get the invitation?” Wade asked and Peter’s brows furrowed.

“Invitation?” what was he on about?

“For Clint and Natasha?” they’d invited him to the wedding?

“Of course I received an invitation.” Peter grumbled.

“Are you going?” Wade asked and Peter inhaled sharply.

“Yeah, they’re practically my aunt and uncle.” Wade nodded.

“Well I’m going, and I’d rather we be civil. Even if only for that night.” Peter frowned.

“dinner!” May called out and Peter sighed.

“We should probably get back out there.” Wade nodded in agreement.

“Yeah.” But it looked like he had more to say. Peter waited patiently, preparing for whatever Wade had to say.

“You’ve really changed.” And with that, Wade went back to dinner.

Steve had somehow managed to organise a meeting where he, bucky and tony all sat down together. Finally Tony would find out about Steve’s vision.

“What’s this all about Steve?” Tony asked impatiently, Steve took a deep breath and nodded at Bucky. Bucky had been calm the entire time, ready to tell Tony what had happened. But when Bucky opened his mouth, he froze.

“Bucky?” Steve coaxed, his marriage depended on this.

“Steve belongs with me.” Bucky seemed to be fighting the words and Steve felt the blood drain from his face.

“Stop talking.” Steve pleaded but he knew it was too late. That Bucky wouldn’t be able to stop. He was as much a puppet as Steve was.

“What?” tony’s brows furrowed and steve’s heart broke. There was no way to tell tony, his marriage was over. Ruined. Steve couldn’t save it, he couldn’t undo this damage. He was a prisoner to his own mind, someone else was in control.

“Steve should be with me. We have been in love for a hundred years, surely you understand that we belong together?” Steve couldn’t believe this. Tony looked to Steve, there was so much pain in his husband’s eyes.

“Steve?” his voice was so soft and Steve knew Tony deserved better than this. He thought about their life, dancing with tony at the fundraiser, making cookies and lasagne, holding tony in his arms, their first kiss, raising peter together, buying this house, peter’s first day of school. He thought about all of their best moments. And with a deep breath, knew it was time to let it go.

“I think it’s time we get a divorce.” Tony squeezed his eyes shut. Steve studied Tony’s face, he couldn’t keep hurting Tony. He needed to figure out what was going on, and if he loved Tony, he needed to keep Tony out of the picture.

“okay.” Tony whispered.

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pinkettepoet · 6 years

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In Which They Go To The Beach

Summary: You and the Avengers go to the beach for a well deserved break. What could go wrong?

Warning(s): Avengers x Fem!Reader, Swearing.

Note: I am so happy to see that many enjoyed the last imagine. I used some prompts here, maybe I should make a list of prompts. I hope many more will enjoy this one!

There was nothing you’d like more than to sleep for the rest of the year. After a week long mission, you had aches and bruises all over your body. Plopping yourself headfirst onto the mattress, you swore to yourself that you’d never move another muscle again.

Just when you thought that sleep was near, the lights turn on and suddenly there were voices in your room. You open your eyes to see the Avengers piling onto your room one by one, they all dived onto your bed until there was no more space.

“Oi! What the hell is happening?” You exclaimed, demanding to know why giants decided to pile on top of each other in your room.

Natasha grumbled words into the pillow beside you, it was a miracle you understood, “Steven called a family meeting.”

“And you all came to my room, why?” You asked, eyelids becoming heavier. The taste of heavenly sleep was right there, yet it was so far away as you struggled to breathe. Being cuddled by Thor became a little hassle when he forgot the extent of his strength.

“You have the softest bed, everyone knows that you’re Tony’s favorite.” Pietro sped inside, only to jump on top of his sister’s back. In result, he ended up being flung to the side of the wall.

You told yourself that sleep was more important than trying to push everyone out of your safe haven. Slowly, as your eyelids fluttered shut, you almost succumbed to the void of darkness.

The door to your room came banging open. You tried to jump up on instinct but a certain God kept his arms around you. Suddenly, you realize that the new intruder was no other than Steve Rogers himself, clad in the colors of America.

“Avengers, assemble.” He said with the corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile. “We’re going to the beach.”

A series of exaggerated groans came flying around the room. As much as the idea was tempting, the comforts of your room was way better. Plus, you always found the way of being the designated babysitter.

“Steve, come here.” Natasha sat up straight from her spot on the bed, her arms wide open for Steve.

“Why?” Steve didn’t move a muscle. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that was fear is his eyes.

“Just come here.” Natasha had a sweet smile plastered on her face, contrasted by the tiny glare she sent Steve.

“No, you’ll punch me.” With that, Steve turned around to flee for his life but Tony ended up blocking his way out.

“Hello, creatures!” Tony exclaimed. “Hi, Y/N, the sweetest angel of my life. Steve, how did the meeting go?”

“I want to stab everyone!” You said before Steve could say anything else. Sleep was the only thing you wanted.

“Oh, you’re so adorable.” Tony came up to you, squeezing your cheeks as if you were a child. Luckily, Thor swatted his hands away. “But no murder before dinner.”

“I think the beach would be a good place for a vacation.” Steve said, nervously shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Silence, you uneducated dorito!” Clint threw a pillow of yours at Steve, missing his head by a long shot.

• • •

It felt like a vacation. For once, everything was going smoothly. Sam and Peter managed to fry eggs on Bucky’s metal arm. Clint was swimming with a shark fin on his head, scaring away most of the visitors. Natasha and Wanda were trying to teach Vision and Steve about beach volleyball. Tony and Bruce were off collecting seashells. Thor and Loki were failing miserably at surfing. You didn’t know where Pietro was.

Everything was perfect. You laid down on the chair, basking in the warmth of the sun. The view of the ocean right in front of you was enchanting. The thought of getting a tan seemed amazing to you. You and your coconut drink were an unstoppable duo.

Until you weren’t.

Peter ran up to you, his head down and eyes cast solemnly to the sand. “Y/N, Sam burnt me.”

And so it started, you thought. It was bound to happen. Even if ignoring everyone seemed like an amazing option, you knew there was no way that you could not help. Hence why you were the babysitter of the group.

Before you could say anything, Sam came running to you with sweat dripping down his bare chest. “Y/N! Peter is lying! He’s a little devil, I tell you. He put sand in my fried egg! Sand!”

“I did not!” Peter objected. After a few seconds, he nodded shyly. “Okay, maybe I did.”

“Why, you little gremlin.” Sam immediately lunged for Peter.

“Only because Wade told me it would be a cool idea!” Peter dodged Sam’s attack and ran away. The two soon were caught up in a chasing game.

You reminded yourself that they were both fully grown Avengers, they could handle themselves. It was a vacation, you told yourself, a vacation that you absolutely needed to enjoy. After minutes of squirming in your seat, you finally decided that you would go after them.

In five minutes.

For five minutes, you were determined to relax as much as possible. You were successful in being able to pretend that you didn’t have responsibilities for about three minutes until you heard Clint screeching your name. So much for five minutes.

You turned your head to find an angry looking woman with Clint pouting by her side. The hellish tone in her next words was definitely noted, “Is this man your brother?”

“Of some sorts,” You mentioned hesitantly.

“Well, then,” The lady’s voice raised an octave higher, effectively making you wince. “Tell your brother to stop scaring my children with his shark suit!”

The woman made her point with a few more harsh sentences. Then, she turned her heel and trekked to the other direction. Leaving a flustered Clint.

“I gotta say, Clint,” You started, snatching his attention instantly. “I have to agree. If you wanna swim some more, take off the shark suit.”

Clint’s expression turned downcast. “But my shark suit,” He whined, pulling on your heartstrings.

“I’m sorry, Clint, but we’re here to rest. Not inflict terror on the children.” You sympathized. “Go change.”

Barton was silent for a few moments. He stood frozen in front of you, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. It honestly looked hilarious with his head engulfed by a large shark head.

“Clint? What’s up?” You asked, giving in to your curiosity as to why Clint was suddenly speechless.

“I don’t have my clothes anymore.”

“What?” You sat up in alarm. Granted, it was a typical thing of Clint to do but it was still shocking. “What do you mean you don’t have your clothes anymore?”

“I ripped them all off when I put the shark suit on.”

“Why on earth would you do that, Clint?” You exclaimed, flailing your arms around.

“I don’t know!” He shrugged. “I just wanted to feel manly, I think, the adrenaline was just rushing through me. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Jesus, Clint.” You palmed your forehead exasperatedly. “Find Tony and go ask for money and buy yourself some clothes.”

“Fine.” He huffed. On his way to find Stark, he began to mumble some things. You could see him kicking the sand with a flipper. “Fuck off, sand.”

Your attention was diverted to Sam chasing Peter with a stick by the shore. As you saw the amount of people watching them with incredulous stares, you were reminded of the very reason why you pushed yourself to get up.

Just as you began to stand up, you heard a set of familiar booming voices. The bickering of the God of Thunder and the God of Mischief began to sound awfully closer by the minute.

“Lady Y/N, will you aid us in our quest of hunting a great white shark?” Thor beamed at you when the siblings reached you. “My brother and I have heard talk of this creature lurking around by these waters, we shall obliterate it at once.”

“I’m not your brother, you fool.” Loki hissed. His lips lifted to a smile when he faced you. “But yes, we will be on the hunt of this animal that brings the screams of agony to the mortals.”

“Boys, no!” You sighed. “Clint is inside that shark—”

“Say nothing more, Lady Y/N. Sir Barton will be rescued from it’s evil clutches.”

As Thor and Loki sped away to find Clint, you couldn’t help the groan that escaped your lips. Oh well, you had to deal with one thing at a time. Setting course once more for Peter and Sam, you walked towards their direction.

You halted in your steps as you heard a people chanting your name. You shifted your behind to look for the source of the sound. Sure enough, you saw Wanda and Vision glowing with happiness, while Natasha was sulking with Steve behind her.

“Y/N, how lovely to see that there are still some good in this world.” Natasha ran to you and started clinging on to you like a koala bear.

“What happened?” You’ve been asking a lot of questions this morning, you noticed that for sure.

“Wanda’s been using her power to win our volleyball tournament.” Natasha glared at Wanda, who was laughing uncontrollably.

Wanda’s giggles subsided after a moment. “You just don’t know how to play.”

“Wanda, honey, I’d die for you, I’d kill for you. But if you distract Steve again by tricking him that Sharon’s here, I’ll just plain kill you.” Natasha growled, still pouting by your side.

“Y/N! Y/N! I have made the greatest invention yet!”

You turned around to see Tony jogging to you with a puppy-sized crab in his hold. You immediately flung your hand to stop him, “Tony, no! Put the crab down!”

“Y/N, you don’t understand. This is Bruce.” He smiled at you as if that wasn’t the most ridiculous thing that ever came out of his mouth. “I have achieved the greatest prize in life. I successfully turned Dr. Banner into a crab.”

Before you could reply, Bucky came up to you, patting your shoulder softly. Then he showed you numerous cooked eggs on his metal arm, “Want some, Y/N?”

You shook your head softly, sinking into the sand as you did so. The Avengers bent down, asking if you were okay, you replied with a mere smile.

“When this is all over, I want my sanity back.”

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ao3-spideypool · 6 years

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DC and Marvel, The Ultimate War

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by IShipMyFriendsSometimes

"Today I have Bruce Wayne here with me on Manhattan Tonight!" Tony looked towards the radio at the applause. Ugh Wayne was annoying, always getting the awards and the like.

"A little birdie told me," he starts "twitter" Bruce says jokingly. The audience and reporter laugh. "Yes haha, but I've heard you've adopted another child. Is that true?" The reporter asked Bruce.

"Yes, that's true." He laughed "Damian Wayne. He's just four..." Cue the awwing of the crowd.

Tony narrowed his eyes.

AKA I honestly just like to imagine Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne competing in the business world. And then it turned into a long thing.

Words: 1171, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Batman, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Wally West, Roy Harper, Artemis Crock, Diana (Wonder Woman), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, M'gann M'orzz, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Teddy Altman, Billy Kaplan, Kaldur'ahm (DCU), Peter Parker, Phil Coulson

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Bart Allen/Tim Drake, Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Artemis Crock/Kaldur'ahm, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Kon-El | Conner Kent/M'gann M'orzz, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Adoption, Alternate Universe, Gay, High School, AU, Crossover, Badass, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Wally and Roy get into fist fights, I Blame Tumblr, Prolly some spoilers in the tags lol, Crime Fighting, Nobody's actually gone on a mission yet lol, That will be fixed soon enough

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spideypool

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ao3feed-birdflash · 6 years

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DC and Marvel, The Ultimate War

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2FikvVf

by IShipMyFriendsSometimes

"Today I have Bruce Wayne here with me on Manhattan Tonight!" Tony looked towards the radio at the applause. Ugh Wayne was annoying, always getting the awards and the like.

"A little birdie told me," he starts "twitter" Bruce says jokingly. The audience and reporter laugh. "Yes haha, but I've heard you've adopted another child. Is that true?" The reporter asked Bruce.

"Yes, that's true." He laughed "Damian Wayne. He's just four..." Cue the awwing of the crowd.

Tony narrowed his eyes.

AKA I honestly just like to imagine Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne competing in the business world. And then it turned into a long thing.

Words: 1171, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2FikvVf

#dick grayson #robin #nightwing #wally west #kid flash #flash #birdflash #dickwally

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can-youmoveyourseatup · 7 years

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“How ‘bout, Muffin?”

A/N: howdy! this one was requested ((ty you so much for this request honestly!! pls send in more if you have any!!) and I hope I brought your idea to life. I added a bit of a backstory to add some fluff but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out so idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

request: “Can you do a Bucky imagine where the reader has superpowers and she accidentally breaks Bucky's metal arm by her powers or they have super strength and accidentally slammed his arm in a door or something like that. And reader feels super bad and sits with Bucky has Tony fixes his arm and the reader won't stop apologizing and it ends in fluff”

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: slight angst idk – more like banter?? Two implied swear words. One swear word. Bit of second hand embarrassment and rejection

word count: 5.8k (wowza, idk is it better to do longer imagines or short and snappy ones?? lemme know pls)

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Sluggishly, you dragged your slipper clad feet across the floor, slapping a hand over your mouth as you yawned loudly. You felt the comforter from your bed trailing behind you as you held it around your body, resembling a makeshift cape. You were sure you looked like a mess; you could feel your hair falling messily out of the bun you had strategically placed it in last night, your pyjama top slipping off your shoulders and you were certain that there were prominent bags lining your eyes. Smiling lazily, you mumbled a small “good morning” to Steve and Natasha who were fumbling in the kitchen preparing their breakfast. They returned your greeting, both however, seemingly much more awake than you were. Not bothering to suppress your sigh, you nudged Steve with your shoulder as you walked past.

“Remind me again: why the hell do we need to wake up at an ungodly hour to practice punching each other?” You groggily mumble, your voice laced with sleep, narrowing your eyes when Steve laughed at you.

“C’mon Y/N, it isn't that early.” Steve tried to reason with you, but you merely shot him a flat, challenging look.

“The sun has barely risen! Steve, do you need to get your eyes checked, you old timer?” You smirked triumphantly as Nat let out a snort, Steve merely rolling his eyes in response.

“Well, not all of us can knock out a guy with a single punch Y/N. Training ‘s kinda important.” Nat joked referring to the super strength you had inherited as a result of a lab experiment gone wrong. You blushed at her comment, unable to think of a witty comeback, stammering pathetically. At her light laughter, you retorted by poking out your tongue childishly, the blush on your cheeks progressively growing as the two exited the kitchen.

Turning around, you tightened your grip on your blanket, wrapping it snugger around your figure to fight off the cold that was threatening to nip at the exposed skin on your legs. You hated weekdays, although more accurately, you loathed them. You were in no way, shape or form, a morning person and Mr-I’m-Captain-America-and-take-a-run-every-morning-because-I’m-a-goddamn-super-soldier thought it would be a brilliant idea to train early every weekday morning. You, of course, protested profusely at his proposition, but much to your dismay, the majority of your team were morning birds and didn't object to the idea. The only thing that made today’s training session somewhat bearable was thought of the freshly baked blueberry muffin that you bought from the bakery down the street on your walk yesterday. You mouth watered at the mere thought of the fluffy treat, eager to finally savour the sweet taste on your tongue.

Walking slowly, you wade your way around the kitchen grabbing a small plate for your treat and a glass of water, humming softly under your breath in an attempt to wake yourself up. Another yawn escaped your lips, causing you to pause before you brought the glass to your lips.

“You look like shit.” At the sound of his voice, you didn’t even attempt to be subtle about your utter disappointment at his entrance, disrupting the once serene atmosphere. Without sparing a glance in his direction you flipped him off, before turning to the fridge, glowering when he laughed loudly in response.

“Aww, don’t be like that, doll!” Your scowl deepened and you could practically hear the smirk he was currently sporting. You wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk right off his face, but for the sake of Steve and the remainder of the team of the team you liked to remain somewhat civil. However, the key word in that statement being ‘somewhat’ meaning on the odd occasion the two of you were paired together during training, you couldn’t help but swing your fist that little bit harder.

“Stop calling me that, James.” You muttered, refusing to allow the blush to seep onto your cheeks at his stupid little nickname. James Buchanan Barnes. Your hatred for morning training sessions was nothing in comparison to the hatred you had for Bucky Barnes and his arrogant ways and you were sure the feeling was mutual. From the moment you two had met, there had been constant banter, both of you trying to find new ways to annoy one another. He was that annoying fly that didn’t want to bugger off no matter how many times you swatted at it. He infuriated you knowing exactly how to get under your skin in ways that nobody else knew. He knew what to say to get you all riled up to the point you were sure you were going to snap and use your strength in ways that Cap would most certainly not approve of.

“Stop lying to yourself dollface, we both know . . .” you stopped paying attention to what he was saying as you rummaged through the fridge, bobbing your head down as you searched for your muffin. However, no matter how many times you shifted through the numerous energy drinks and the milk cartons, you couldn’t find the muffin you had strategically placed at the back of the fridge, away from the prying eyes of your team mates.

“What the . . . hey,” you called out loudly, your eyebrows furrowing as you failed to find the package you were so eagerly looking for. Straightening up you gripped your blanked with one hand pivoting on your heel, turning to question the others. “has anybody seen my-“

You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing on Bucky’s figure. He was casually leaning up against the counter opposite you, his hair tied up in bun at the nape of his neck, strands of hair escaping to rest on his forehead, clad in his gym gear, his metal arm on full show. But that wasn’t what had caused you to halt in your tracks. Your gaze was focused upon the half-eaten blueberry muffin that was in-between his fingers – your blueberry muffin.

“You!” You shouted accusingly, staring intently at the muffin that he held. He moved suddenly to bring it to hips lips once more, taking an unnecessarily large bite out of it.

“Oh, was this yours?” Bucky asked, feigning innocence but you knew the look on his face all too well. The way the right corner of his mouth was tilted upwards, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked at you, his expression was laced with mischief. That moron knew that the muffin was yours and you were certain he gnawed it out of the fridge on pure spite. You mouth twitched as you watched him, growing more livid every passing moment. You knew he was enjoying this, watching you was you glared at him intently, letting out an involuntary growl as he once again bit into the muffin you were so looking forward to eating this morning.

“You knew damn well that was mine Barnes, you mother fu-!”

“Language!” you glared at Steve was he entered the kitchen, frowning at the pair of you, making you feel like a child getting scolded.

“He stole my goddamn muffin and he did it on purpose, Steve! On purpose! Wipe that smirk off your face you, muffin-stealing-son-of-a-bit-!”

Steve cut you off yet again, calling out your name, prompting you to cross your arms over your chest and pout, but not before shooting yet another glare at Bucky who by this time had finished your muffin.

“That’s enough, it’s time to train. Go get out of your pyjamas and we’ll meet you in the training room.” Steve asserted, turning to leave the room looking at Bucky pointedly who merely smirked in response, holding up his hands in defence.

Sneering at Bucky, who merely let out a laugh, you went to follow Steve grumbling profanities under your breath. You breathed in deeply, attempting to compose yourself. All of a sudden, your comforter was ripped out of your grip, causing you to let out an indignant squawk as the cold hair made contact with your skin. You turned around, reaching blindly for the blanket tripping clumsily over your own feet, prompting Steve to turn around and help you before you toppled over. Luckily, you caught yourself on the bench beside you, staring helplessly down at the blanket that once engulfed you.

“Oops! Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to make you trip.” You gaze once again drifted to Bucky, who stood all too innocently with one foot on the edge of your comforter. You stared at him for a moment, eyeing his smile and the way his lips were caught between his teeth most likely as an attempt to prevent the laughter that was threatening to slip past his lips from escaping. All composure was forgotten as you let out a screech, throwing your hands up in the air before stomping away in the direction of your room.

“I hope you get food poisoning!” You could hear Bucky letting out a boisterous laugh and Steve, reprimanding him before you slammed shut your door with a little more force than what was required.

Rolling your shoulders back you sauntered into the training room, a permanent scowl etched on your face as your stomach growled repeatedly, left empty due to a certain nuisance. Following the lead of Wanda, who entered before you, you settled down next to her on the floor stretching out your limbs in preparation for whatever Steve had in mind.

You frowned again as your stomach growled rather loudly, prompting you to think yet again of the encounter you had this morning. Stupid Bucky and his stupid laugh and his stupid- Your thoughts were cut off by a giggle, your head snapping toward Wanda grinning sheepishly at you.

“Normally, I would yell at you for doing that but right now, I don’t even care.” You deadpanned, nudging her lightly with your foot, causing her to topple over from the stretching position she was currently in. Her giggles continuing to escape her body, her eyes shut and her hand before her mouth in attempt to hide her beaming expression

“I’m sorry,” Wanda laughed, leaning back on her hands as she looked at you. “but your thoughts were so loud and I couldn’t help it! You know I’m a curious person by nature.”

You scoffed in response, rolling your eyes playfully. “I’m too hungry to even care right now. I just want to punch Barnes square in the face.” Your scowl only deepened as the doors to the training room flung open, Bucky strolling in right on cue, that stupid smirk of his plastered on his face only growing when he noticed you. He lifted his hand up to wave at you mockingly, a boisterous laugh escaping him as you flipped him off in return. You watched as he approached Steve, turning his back toward you.

Wanda laughed again, causing you to blush sheepishly and bow your head. “You two are the cutest.”

That got you confused. Your head snapped up, shock evident on your features as you stared at Wanda, hoping that you misheard her. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. Do you want to repeat that?”

Wanda shrugged in response, “I don’t think you did.” She teasingly sung out, smiling at your slacked jaw and pulled in eyebrows. You couldn’t help but let out a snort at her comment, running a hand through your hair, but that didn’t deter her. She grinned at you, struggling to make sense of her comment.

“Are you feeling okay?” You finally asked after moments of silence, eyeing her unsurely as she continued to smile.

“Oh, come on Y/N! You have had to have noticed the way Bucky looks at you!”

“Yeah, like he wants to kill me! He looks at me with the ridiculous smirk, trying to get under my skin and he succeeds!” You exclaimed, gesticulating widely trying to get your point across. You couldn’t comprehend what Wanda was telling you. It was physically impossible for Bucky to look at you any other way but with that mocking grin on his lips, edging you one to try and get a raise out of you.

“You’re both just as oblivious as each other. That man is smitten for you and don’t try and tell me otherwise! You look at him the same way!” You snorted again and an endless stream of laughter escaped you. Wanda frowned at you slightly, eyeing your figure as you curled into a ball, silent laughs escaping your body and tears escaping the corner of your eyes. How preposterous! You and Bucky? Hah!

“Don’t lie to yourself, lovely! I know you want kiss him, and believe me I know he wants to kiss you! I see how you go red every time he calls you doll!” Your laughter had died down by now as you stared at Wanda incredulously, not believing how adamant she was on her theory. You racked your brain as you thought of your encounters with Bucky, considering the way the two of you interacted. He had never shown any interest in you, only conversing with you to irk you and get on your nerves. You recalled the times where he would tease you and mock you relentlessly, that sly smirk that he reserved for poking fun at you making an appearance. The look in his eyes never filled with anything more than animosity in your opinion and you reciprocated that look entirely. You opened your mouth to retort but was cut off by Steve, calling everyone to pay attention.

“Alright! I’m pairing you all up, so pay attention! The next few missions, require us to split up so whether you like it or not . . . “

You stared at Steve not really processing what he was saying, just nodding aimlessly along like everyone else. You peered around the room, biting your lip as you silently prayed that you were paired with Wanda. You wouldn’t even complain if it were Nat, or even Sam; he wouldn’t be too bad to deal with. But alas, luck was not on your side yet again when you noticed the smirking super-soldier approaching you.

Please, you thought anyone but him!

“So, looks like we’re partners.” You glared at his outstretched hand, offering to help you get off the ground. Scoffing, you picked yourself up, being sure to knock Bucky with your shoulder as you walked past him to the sparring ring. You were completely furious with Steve. Why on Earth would he pair you with Bucky when he saw your interaction this morning – what kind of sick game was he playing?! You wanted nothing more to slap the senseless.

“Let’s just get this over with, Barnes.” You muttered, getting into position with him following suit, still grinning stupidly at you.

“With pleasure, darlin’.” Without warning, he lunged at you, but you skilfully dodged his advance, narrowing your eyes as he watched your carefully. This went on for a while, with the two of you occasionally nipping each other, but not getting close enough to inflict any actual damage and this infuriated you.

“I was meaning to ask you,” Bucky began, panting slightly as he dodged your kick, twisting on his heel retaliating by attempting to knock you off your feet. “where’d’ya get that muffin from this morning? It was real nice.” Your lip twitched slightly as you circled each other, you still sensitive from his annoying behaviour this morning.

“Really hit the spot this morning, ya know?” Bucky continued to tease you, as you ducked his punches, trying to bring your body around to hit him in the side, but failing as he once again tried to knock you off your feet.

“Shut your mouth, Bucky,” you muttered bitterly refusing to meet his eyes as you both continued your ministrations, unaware of the fact that training had ended a few minutes away, the two of you so caught up with one another.

“Speak up, doll, didn’t quite get that?” You were caught off guard by that stupid nickname, Wanda’s previous words working their way into your head, causing you to look up at him momentarily, the brightness of his blue eyes catching you completely by surprise. You had never noticed just how blue they really were, the morning light that crept through the sun roof, illuminating his facial features accentuating his strong jaw line. You felt yourself freeze for a moment, taken aback by your thoughts, unable to move momentarily as you stared at Bucky.

You let out a yelp as Bucky finally succeeded in knocking you off your feet, your back hitting the floor with a thud as you stared helplessly at the ceiling, attempting to comprehend what had just happened. You glared at his back, as he lifted his arms in a victory pose letting out a celebratory yell. Huffing, you kicked out your foot and reciprocated his actions, causing him to lose balance, a victorious smirk adorning your lips. You let out a groan as he unintentionally toppled on top of you, one of his legs slotting between your own, his arms on either side of your head, his eyes wide as he attempted not to crush you with his weight.

“Geez, Bucky.” You groaned, “You couldn’t fall in the other direction?” you rhetorically asked, before looking up at him where he still hadn’t moved. It was then when you became aware of him. You became aware of the way his body was pressed up against your own, the curves of his toned body against your own as his chest heaved up and down in a quick rhythm. You became aware of the way his eyes were frantically searching your face, boring into your own intently. Wanda’s previous accusations once again entered your thoughts as you stared up at him silently, unsure of what to say or do, seemingly stunned by his sudden proximity. Your eyes focused on his face, trailing down to stare at his lips, noting the way that they were slightly parted, his breath fanning your face ever so slightly. You felt your stomach clench when he caught his lip in between his teeth, prompting you to poke out your tongue and wet your own. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts drift as you imagined what his lips would feel like, what his hands would feel like trailing up against the skin on your side, the smooth skin of your hips a foil to both his calloused and metal fingers.

“Y/N . . .” You heard Bucky mumble, but you couldn’t reply even if you wanted to. The air had suddenly shifted and you felt your mouth go dry. He had become closer, you could feel your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest. Your mind was buzzing as you stared up at his blue eyes, inching closer and closer. Without thinking, you pressed your lips against his, your eyes slipping close. You moved your lips ever so slowly against his instinctively, but halted at the feeling of his body freezing above you. You gasped as you were suddenly brought back down to reality. You couldn’t believe what you just did – you had just kissed Bucky. You had initiated it and to make matters worse, you actually wanted it. You wanted to know what it would feel like to have his lips move in sync with your own, to have him hold your cheek delicately like you were the most precious thing in the world. Now, you wanted to groan and bang your head against a brick wall repeatedly: he had rejected you. You were so going to have to a long discussion with Wanda later.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. What the- oh my gosh.” You rambled, effectively pushing Bucky off you, skilfully avoiding his peering eyes as you quickly hurried to the side of the room where you left your bag. Stupid, stupid, stupid! What were you thinking? Oh, that’s right you weren’t!

You brushed Bucky off as he said your name, his tone softer than you had ever heard it, reaching out to grab your arm. “Just pretend that didn’t happen Bucky, I don’t know what came over me.” Still refusing to make eye contact, you waltzed out of the room, knowing that Bucky was following close behind. You shut your eyes momentarily, wincing to yourself as you let yourself think about what just happened.

“No, Y/N, just hang on a moment-” You turned abruptly, your cheeks ablaze as you looked at Bucky, smiling tightly.

“No, look Bucky its fine. It’s just, Wanda was saying some things this morning an-and then you were there and you were just so close bu-but please, pretend it didn’t happen!” You pushed open your door, continuing to ramble as you tossed your bag carelessly onto the bed, backing into your room avoiding Bucky’s attempts to grab your attention.

“Y/N, just stop for a second. Can you let me explain, please? Doll-” Bucky held his breath as your expression altered, grimacing at the use of the nickname, suddenly feeling more frustrated than before.

“You-You can’t reject me and then call me that!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up and moving to close the door, not allowing Bucky to speak, very obviously speaking over him. You beyond frustrated at this point. You were embarrassed, a little disheartened and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and wallow in self-pity for the remainder of the night. “Just-Just leave me be, Bucky, I’ll see you later.” You closed the door, once again slamming it a little too forcefully as your strength allowed it, not noticing when Bucky stuck his left hand in the doorway to prevent you from shutting him out.

You both fell silent as the door made impact with his metal arm, a sound the was most definitely not good erupting from beneath the metal panes. Hurriedly, you scrambled pulling the door back to its original position, you and Bucky both watching as it fell limply to his side. You stared at each other, Bucky looking at you with a wide-eyed expression, worry evident in his features, before you both snapped your gaze to his metal arm.

“Holy- oh my goodness!” you yelped, clapping your hands over your mouth. Bucky opened his mouth, but no words emitted past his lips, evidently in shock as his gaze drifted from you to his arm repeatedly. You had broken his arm. Unintentionally, you had broken his arm by slamming it in the door. “F.R.I.D.A.Y!” You called out distractedly, Bucky’s eyes snapping back to look at you still trying to wrap his head around what just happened. “Tell Tony we need him in his lab now! It’s an emergency!”

You wrung your hands for what felt like the thousandth time as you anxiously paced, watching Tony work quickly on Bucky’s arm which was still immobile. You refused to meet Bucky’s gaze, beyond embarrassed and guilty for what had happened. You huffed as Tony cursed under his breath again, evidently finding whatever it is he was trying to do difficult. You were too frightened to even so much as glance at Bucky, too fearful of the brooding expression you would catch sight of and the sullen frown that would more than likely be set upon his lips. You wanted to curl into a ball and cry and beg for forgiveness simultaneously.

However, if you had just sneaked a glimpse at him, you would have caught sight of the way Bucky’s blue eyes watching your every movement. He eyed your rapid movements and the small frown that dominated your features, that small, gentle smile that he reserved for you and only you, adorning his lips as he watched you. If you had just sneaked a glimpse at him this morning, you would have noticed that very same smile adorning his lips as he watched you until you were out of his line of sight, missing that knowing smile that Steve shot in his direction. If you had just looked past the teasing smirks and witty comebacks, you would have noticed the way his blue eyes literally glowed when he talked to you and how he seemed to gravitate toward you in any social situation. The way he seemed to make any excuse to talk to you and grab your attention and most importantly, the way he was undeniably in love with you.

“Sit tight for a moment, Frosty, I have to go get something,” Tony broke you out of your daze, as he abruptly stopped what he was doing. He shot you a pointed look before he turned to walk out of the room. “Y/N, please don’t break him again, contain yourself.” You glared at Tony’s retreating figure, noting the heavy sarcasm that dripped from his words.

The silence was deafening as Tony’s footsteps echoed, his expensive shoes clicking in an almost annoying way against the tiles. You still refused to make eye contact, too frightful of what Bucky might do. For a first time in a long time, you wished you didn’t have your powers then none of this would be happening right now – you would’ve never have meet Bucky, never had joined the Avengers and you both wouldn’t be seated in Tony’s lab right now.

“Bucky, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean it – I promise. I mean sure, sometimes you really get under my skin, but I’m annoying and I know it and I swear I didn’t close the door on purpose. Oh, my gosh, I’m sorry, I just got mad and embarrassed and I didn’t know I was that strong. I’m so sorry please forgive me. I promise I’ll never be annoying again, you won’t even know I live here anymore.” Finally, you glanced up at Bucky, bracing yourself for the worst, but was shocked to see him smiling. Your eyebrows furrowed on their own accord, peering at him curiously as you tried to comprehend the situation at hand, unable to come to plausible conclusion as to why he was smiling.

“Why are you smiling at me?” You asked quietly, your voice small matching your current state of mind. Your shoulders were hunched attempting to make yourself as small as possible, pleading silently for the earth to open beneath your feet and swallow you whole. “I don't blame you for being mad at me Buck, I’d hate me too right now.”

“I don’t hate you.” Bucky immediately replied, causing the crease between your eyebrows to deepen as you stared at him confused. “I could never hate you, doll.”

There it was - that stupid nickname. You felt yourself blush profusely at both his words and the term of endearment. You wanted to groan aloud as this morning’s events came rushing back to you. You felt your emotions bubbling up inside of you, as you looked at Bucky his eyes boring intently into your own, seemingly genuine. You felt yourself tearing up without warning, all of this morning’s activities causing you to become overly emotional. The tears slid down your cheeks, staining your skin delicately as you furiously swiped at your eyes trying to hide the fact that you indeed crying. But Bucky noticed the same way he noticed everything about you. The same way he noticed that you didn’t like having tea in the morning, but always had a cup before going to bed. He noticed the way you would try to make yourself smaller when you were embarrassed and sad and the way you would always read when you were stressed or felt as though things were out of your control, to prevent outbursts like this.

“Oh my- doll why are you crying? Don’t cry, shhh. No, come here.” You let yourself be pulled closer to him, as his right hand gently pried your hands off your face and reigned you into his chest. Sniffling, you allowed yourself to be calmed down by Bucky, his right hand cradling your body close to his chest as his chin rested on the top of your head. He mumbled repeatedly, but you were too frustrated with the tears that didn’t seem to want to stop flowing to understand what he was saying, but somehow, he made you feel at home. He made you feel comfort like nobody else could. You felt at ease in his arms.

“You okay?” he asked quietly after a moment of silence, pulling his chin off your head to look down at you. Your cheeks flushed at the question, turning a deeper shade of red as you looked up at him, his proximity reminding you of what had happened earlier after you had stupidly kissed him.

“Y-yeah, sorry Bucky, about everything.” You stuttered, a sad smile making its way onto your face as you glanced momentarily at his arm. You didn’t expect him to respond, but were shocked to find his eyes locked onto your lips, watching closely as you spoke as though he was savouring the moment. He bit his lip as he looked at you again, knowing he was caught staring. You almost jumped out of your skin when his hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone, never once breaking his stare with you.

“Bucky,” you muttered, when he began to inch closer, your mind an incoherent mess. Part of you wanted to slap him for even hugging you and the other part wanted him closer – you were at war with yourself. And now, he was close, almost too close, as his breath mingled with yours his forehead almost pressed against your own from where you stood between his legs from where he sat on the stool. You wanted to back away, to yell at him for rejecting you this morning and then to continue to lead you on, but you were frozen; too caught up in his embrace and the way his hand felt against your skin.

“I-I’m sorry about this morning.” He finally muttered, his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes, your body tensing immediately at the mention of the events. “I was just shocked. I didn’t expect you to . . . well y’know.” You bit your lip, unsure of what to say and how to react.

“Y-Y/N.” Bucky muttered, seemingly struggling to find the right words to voice his current thoughts. “I’m just going to say it: I love you. I have for a while, but the only way you would talk to me is if I teased you . . .” You froze at Bucky’s confession, dumbfounded as you stared at him confusedly, watching silently as he took in a shaky breath, your mind racing. “A-and this morning. . . you just shocked me, I was caught off guard. But believe me; I’ve been dreaming about kissing those lips for months. I thought it was a long shot that you even liked me a little, but when you kissed me, doll, I-I felt euphoric.”

He loved you. He actually loved you.

“Please say something. Anything, doll, please.”

“You need to think of a new nickname.” You blurted, inching that little bit closer to him, your noses brushing in the most soothing of ways, your hands resting on his shoulders. You felt him jump slightly, his thick thighs tightening instinctively around your hips, causing the blush that seemed to be permanently on your cheeks to intensify.

“What?” Bucky asked confusedly, his voice dropping to a whisper, his eyebrows furrowing in the cutest of ways.

“You need to think of a new nickname, because when you call me ‘doll’ I can’t think straight.” You mumbled, your heart pounding harder in your chest as his forehead rested against your own.

“You’re so adorable.” Bucky muttered, the smile he reserved for you adorning his lips as you stared at each other bashfully. “but are you being serious?”

“Yeah,” you lamely replied, unable to form a coherent thought

“How ‘bout . . .” Bucky trailed off, as your arms wound around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves into the hair on the nape of his neck. He lit up momentarily, a cheeky grin working its way on his face, as his arm wound around your hips, pulling you even closer. “How ‘bout muffin?”

You couldn’t supress your snort, as you laughed breathily at him. “I hate you.” You whispered quietly, a smile on your lips nonetheless. He was so close now, making you feel the familiar butterflies erupting in your tummy as they did this morning.

“No, you don’t.” With that, Bucky closed the distance between your lips, emitting sighs of content from the both of you. His lips caressed your softly, your eyes slipping close as you feel into a rhythm that felt all too natural. You felt your toes curling as the familiar euphoric sensation erupted throughout your body.

“Bucky,” you muttered, in between kisses, as his lips repeatedly captured yours in chaste pecks that made you feel giddy. “I think I love you too.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you felt Bucky’s lips curl into a grin, his grip around your waist intensifying in the lightest at your words. You fell into sync, your lips moving together as you revealed in your moment, unable to ignore how ecstatic his touches made you feel and how you wished it would never end.

“Y’know,” you both pulled apart at the sound of Tony’s voice, but not straying from each other’s embrace. “I thought I would have to break up a fight when I got back, gotta say, did not expect this.”

A giggle slipped past your lips as Bucky grinned at you again, capturing your lips in a kiss that left you dizzy. “I love you, muffin.” he mumbled, merely grinning in response to Tony’s grumbles.

“I love you, too.” You carded your fingers through his hair, silently admiring the look on his face as he stared down at you. “But Bucky, if you ever steal my muffin again, I will not hesitate to break your other arm, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

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