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diaryofabeautyfiend · 4 years

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Chapter 3

Over the last few months you and Steve were living a blissfully mundane life. Things were quiet in Wakanda so they asked you to stay state side. Steve only went to the compound a few days a week. Sometimes you would tag along. You liked visiting with Clint and Laura and their children. Steve loved watching you with the kids. Even though you repeatedly said you did not want children he knew you really did. He wouldn’t push the issue.

Everything was so easy that you didn’t even bat an eye when Steve said he and the team were headed to Nigeria. Sure it would be dangerous. They were going after Rumlow and the remainder of the STRIKE team. This would not be an easy mission. He talked to you a lot about strategy and how to minimize casualties. A man like Rumlow would likely go for a big showdown because the Avengers Initiative was already under scrutiny.

“Ok, my love, I’m out of here. I’ll call when we land.” You jump up to kiss Steve goodbye.

“K. I love you. Stay safe. I’ll see you in a few days.” He kisses you deeply dropping his shield which makes an awful sound.

“I love you too. See you in a few days.”

“You come back to me, Captain.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles and he’s out the door.

It was literally disgusting how much you loved Steve Rogers. You’ve never been this happy in your life. Don’t get too comfortable. With the lives you lead there’s bound to be pain. You shoved that thought into the back of your mind and tried to carry on with your day. You just had a nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. That made you do something you vowed never to do. You hacked into Steve’s computer. Even though you knew he wouldn’t walk back in you still felt paranoid.

Most of the time when girls snooped they were looking for evidence of cheating. Maybe porn. Even his porn was boring. He’d run screaming if he knew what you were really into.

No. You were looking for mission reports. You looked for anything that could give you insight into what Steve was really getting into. You knew some details. They were going after Rumlow. You didn’t know what was in Nigeria. You skimmed some building plans. Looks like a lab. You searched the name of the lab and found mostly pharmaceutical research. Back to Steve’s notes there was mention of a bio weapon. That was it. That was a major operation.

You paced back and forth thinking of all the questions he asked over the last few weeks of the planning phase. Why didn’t you see it? Nat Steve and Sam were highly trained and could handle this sort of thing. Not Wanda. She was too unstable and inexperienced to be on this type of mission. They should have taken Rhodey or Tony instead of her. It pissed you off that they routinely excluded them. Steve was trying to distance himself from Tony a little. You didn’t like any of it.

You decided that was enough intelligence gathering for the day. Quite frankly the whole thing gave you a migraine. You checked your calendar and saw that you had a meeting with T’Challa soon. The UN was meeting in Vienna in a few days and he wanted to go over security.

“Good morning, Mhibu. How is your life of domestic bliss?” T’Challa teased you like a brother. He loved seeing you happy but had reservations about Steve’s motives.

“It’s going well. Thank you. Have you spoken with Nakia?”

“I’m afraid not. Nakia is on her own path. She will find her way back to me. I know her heart.” His face went from joyous to thoughtful. He and Nakia have been in love since they were children. Nakia wanted to save the world. She couldn’t do that from Wakanda. You cleared your throat.

“Well, your highness, Vienna looks pretty well secure. No vehicles are allowed within a 20 block radius. Your security team has already been granted upper level clearance. The floor of your hotel is virtually empty. I think you’re good.”

“Perfect. Thank you for all of your hard work. When will we see you again? Mother has been asking for you.”

“Soon. Steve is in Nigeria now. Hopefully when he gets back I can talk him in to taking the trip.”

“Nigeria? Where exactly?”

“Lagos I think.” His expression changed quickly.

“We have a good will team in Lagos right now.” Your heart sank. There it was again. That overwhelming sense of dread.

“Yikes. Maybe reach out to them? Let them know to be on the look out.”

“I will, Mhibu. Please contact me at once when you speak with Captain Rogers.”

“Yes, sir.” He hung up without saying goodbye. You tried calling Steve. No answer. He was in the air no doubt.

You spent the rest of the day pacing the floor. You didn’t eat. The very thought of food turned your stomach. You couldn’t sleep but your body was exhausted. Steve finally called early the next morning. You jumped when your phone rang.

“Steve? Hey.”

“Y/N. It’s bad. We stopped Rumlow. He ran into a market. It was so crowded. He detonated explosives. Wanda contained the blast and transported it into a building

“How many dead?”

“Thirty. Ten of them were from Wakanda. I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you before you heard from someone else.”

You dropped the phone and ran to the sink to vomit. Steve tried calling out to you but you didn’t answer. Your Kimoyo beads started alerting. It was Okoye.

“Y/L/N, you are needed. Transportation will be to you within the hour.” You nodded and she hung up. You scrambled to pack a bag and called Steve.

“Hey, my girl. We have things pretty sewn up here. We’re on the jet. Be home by late tonight.”

“I won’t be. I’ve been called back. I’m leaving shortly. They will call for Wanda’s prosecution. You should know that.”

“She’s just a kid.”

“Right which is why she shouldn’t have been out there. She’s too inexperienced to have dealt with Rumlow. You knew that. People died, Steve. My friends. I have to go face their families. I can’t protect her. I’ll call you when I get there. You should stay at the compound.”

“Are you kicking me out?”

“Of course not. You should stay with Wanda. I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you too. Come home soon. Please.” You hung up.

You reached Wakanda before daylight. You were ushered into the palace. King T’Chaka and the Council were waiting.

“Y/N. Please come in. What can you tell us about Wanda Maximoff?” You stood before the Council. Your hands trembled.

“She has scientifically enhanced magical abilities. She can warp reality. She can manipulate time matter energy and the laws of probability. She was the subject of genetic experimentation by Hydra along with her twin brother Pietro. He was killed in Sokovia.”

“What do you know about the mission in Lagos?”

“Nothing. I am not privy to such information.”

“I see.”

“Miss Y/L/N, this Council would hate to accuse you of protecting your boyfriend. May we remind you that you are an outsider to Wakanda. The King and Queen have accepted you. Not everyone on this Council shares their sentiment.”

“Counselor M’Bali with all due respect, Captain Rogers and I do not discuss sensitive matters. I have more than earned the respect of the Royal Family. I will continue to do my best to earn yours.”

“Miss Y/L/N do you support the Sokovia Accords?” asked King T’Chaka. You were quiet for a moment fighting back tears.

“Yes, Your Grace. I support them fully.”

“Do you think Captain Rogers will support them as well?” You almost laughed. You knew Steve wouldn’t agree. Moreover you knew if he found out you knew, it would break his heart.

“I don’t think he will be quite as accepting.”

“Secretary Ross will be presenting the Avengers with the proposal. You will return home to convince him.”

“Your Grace, Steven Grant Rogers is as stubborn as an ox. But I will do my best. When will I be leaving? I would like to pay my respect to the deceased.”

“Of course. Stay for a few days. You’ll fly home before we leave for Vienna. Please, join us for breakfast. My wife is longing to see you.” You bow and go to your room to freshen up. You felt weak and bone tired.

When you got to the dining room Queen Ramonda stood to embrace you. “Mhibu! Beautiful girl. I’ve missed you.” The Queen served as your surrogate mother over the last few years. When she first met you in the hospital, she wept when you told her how you came to be injured. She insisted on helping you get back to your family. T’Challa explained to her that, because your own men hurt you, it would cause an international incident if you left the country with the help of a foreign government. With that, she arranged for you to return to Wakanda. She would not take no for an answer.

“I don’t mean to sound insensitive but, you don’t look well.”

“I know. I’ve been traveling all night and haven’t really eaten.”

“Well come sit. Eat.” Shuri comes in and kisses her mother. “Wow! Y/N, you look like shit.”

“SHURI! Apologize.” You just laughed. Shuri was never one to mince words.

“Let me look you over after breakfast.” You agree and finally start eating. Others come to join you. You feel more like yourself.

The remains of the good will ambassadors are returning. The Royal Family is hosting a memorial service to honor the deceased and to pray for their souls to enter into their next chapter. You stood with these families sharing their tears, their pain. You prayed with them and listened to their stories. Your sympathy was not enough. Even getting justice was not enough. Putting Wanda in prison would not bring their loved ones back. You had to make sure no other family suffered at the hands of the Avengers.

Once you collected yourself you found Shuri. You were starting to feel sick again. Maybe it was the heat but you were feeling queasy. “Ok, Y/N. Lie down. Let’s have a look.” She started scanning your body starting at your head. “Uh huh. Here’s your problem right here.”

“What?!” you said squinting at the image “What is that?”

“Well that’s your uterus. Here is a sack. And there is your baby. See the heartbeat, Mhibu? I would say you are around eight weeks. I’ll get a midwife.”

You laid on the table in complete shock. You hadn’t spoken to Steve since yesterday. You knew he was dealing with a lot. So were you. A midwife came over to confirm the scan. “Yes, Y/N. Congratulations. Looks like you are nine weeks along. Very healthy.”

“Shuri, not a word about this to anyone until I talk to Steve.”

“Of course. Your secret is safe with me.”

You went to your room and called Steve. He sounded upset.

“Y/N, I’m glad you called. I’m heading to London. Sharon...Peggy passed away.”

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

“Can you come with me?”

“Of course. I’ll be there first thing in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You said your goodbyes to the family. Shuri gave you some prenatal vitamins and something for nausea. Queen Ramonda’s eyes widened and she winked at you. You smiled and put your finger to your lips.

LONDON

You met Steve at the church. He was quiet. You sat with Sam and Nat. The services were beautiful. Peggy was such an accomplished woman. You understood why he loved her. After the service was over he talked with Sharon. You hung back.

“Are you two ok?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. I think so. We haven’t really talked.”

“That was a bombshell Ross dropped on us. Did you know about the accords?”

“Yes. I’m sorry but I did.”

“Steve is pissed.”

“I watched ten families say goodbye to there loved ones today, Sam. I’m tired of all this bloodshed.”

“I’m sorry you had to do that but you can’t possibly agree....”

“I agree that there needs to be oversight.”

“When it’s an emergency we can’t wait for a committee to decide if we step in.”

“I agree. The US also can’t unleash super people onto foreign soil. Look, I don’t want to talk about this here.”

“You’re right. Let’s go check on our boy.”

You joined Steve and Sharon. Steve put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his body. “Hey, stranger” he said softly.

“How are you doing?” He pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Could be better. Why aren’t you in Vienna?”

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” He hugged you tighter and all but collapsed in your arms. You cried too but not for the same reasons.

Sam came into the room and cleared his throat. “You guys. I’m sorry to interrupt but you have to see this” There was an explosion in Vienna. King T’Chaka was killed. News footage showed Bucky at the scene. “Oh my God” you said covering your mouth. “I have to go.” They raced behind you helping you gather your things. “Y/N that’s not him..”

“Stop.” You tried holding back tears dialing your phone to arrange transport.

“We can get you there faster than someone can get to you” Sharon said “Please let us help.” Steve tried to grab your hand but you pulled away. Your phone rang. It was one of the Dora calling instead of Okoye. “The General requested that you meet the Prince in Vienna at once.” “I’m on my way. Who is with him?” “He is alone.” “Ok. I will be to him within the hour.”

You got on the jet and flew in silence. Once you were closer you changed clothes and still refused to make eye contact with Steve. He was watching you actively avoid him. “Can you say something? Please?”

“What would you have me say? He is...was like a father to me. T’Challa is alone.”

“I’m sorry. I know how you are feeling but...”

“You have no idea how I’m feeling.” You landed and grabbed your bag. Before exiting the plane you looked at Steve who was standing now. “I will not stop Prince T’Challa from seeking justice for his father. Get to Bucky before he does.”

“Wait. Where does this leave us?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Please don’t walk away from me. I love you” his voice broke.

“Then admit that Bucky can’t be saved and let us take care of it.”

“He can be, Y/N. I know he can. I have to help him.”

“Bucky didn’t become this way because of you. Don’t you see? This isn’t your fault.”

“I LOST HIM THAT DAY. I CANNOT AND WILL NOT LOSE HIM AGAIN.” This is the first time Steve has ever raised his voice to you. It stung like a slap. “Please, Y/N. I’m sorry this is happening. What happened...neither of us can change that. We can’t walk away from each other right now. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you. Tell me you love me.” he grabbed your hand and kissed your fingertips then your palm and pressed it to his face. You held his face for a moment. Your phone was ringing. Sharon called after him. You tried pulling away but he held you tighter.

“Please. I have to go. “

“Tell me..”

“Stop. I have to go.”

“Y/N, please. Tell me you love me.” You couldn’t speak. Of course you loved him. You couldn’t get your dumb brain to make words. You were shaking and crying. He was crying. “I love you, Steve. I have to go.” He let your hand go. You rushed off without looking back.

T’Challa sat on a bench outside of the UN building. His father’s blood spattered his shirt. You sat next to him not knowing if you should touch him or even speak. “I am so sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Mhibu what use would it have been to have you there? He could not have been saved.” He held your hand. You had never laid eyes on Bucky Barnes other than the pictures in his file but you couldn’t help but feel responsible. “I won’t stand in your way, Prince T’Challa.”

“Of course you will. For the man you love you will move mountains. I cannot fault you. And I love my father. The love that a child has for a parent is immeasurable. I will kill Sergeant Barnes. Captain Rogers will need you.”

“But I love you too. Your family has shown me more kindness. I don’t know where I would be without you. I am responsible.”

“No, you aren’t. The man responsible will answer for his crimes.” He hugged you but it did not have anything behind it. He was still in shock. He slipped on his father’s ring and was off.

Nat was already in Vienna but was not injured in the blast. She spoke to T’Challa briefly as well. When she found you on the bench she sat down and said, “Steve and Sam are here.”

“Yes”

“They’ll try find Bucky”

“Yep”

“What will happen if T’Challa does first?”

“He’ll kill him. Or he’ll die trying.” You knew T’Challa would use every resource at his disposal including his suit.

“You have to know this won’t end well.”

“Yep.”

“What will you do?”

“You’re asking me who will I choose. Ask the right questions, Natasha.”

“Are you ready to answer that question?”

“No.” You put your head in your hands and wept. She rubbed your back.

“I wish I could tell you the answer. This is a tough one, buddy.”

“I’m pregnant.” Her eyes got wide and she gasped.

“Shit. Does Steve know?”

“No.”

“Shit.”

“Yep.”

After the tussle with German Special Forces in Bucharest everyone was transferred to Berlin. You and Nat waited in a conference room with Tony who was on the phone with Secretary Ross. You didn’t have access to Steve so you went to T’Challa first.

“Prince T’Challa, are you hurt?”

“No. Go back to Wakanda. Escort the King home. This is not a fight you can be a part of.”

“I should help.”

“And risk your safety? I cannot ask you to do that. Mother will have my head if anything happens to you or the baby. You know I can take care of myself.”

“Shuri?”

“My sister has a big mouth.” You both laughed. “Have you told Captain Rogers?”

“I hardly think this is the time.”

“He should know. He’s about to risk everything. He should know who he should really fight for.” You nodded.

“Will they release your father to me?”

“I will arrange it. You won’t have long. Go. Speak with him.”

“Please be careful.”

“Always.” You hugged him and then left to find Steve. He was sitting at the table being scolded by Tony.

“Ah, Y/N. Are you here as a Wakandan operative or Steve’s girlfriend?”

“Tony...”Nat tried to interrupt. Steve went to speak up but you put your hand up to signal to him that you were ok.

“Both. Steve can I to you alone?”

“Hey don’t try to help him escape. He’s been a bad boy.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Tony.”

You stepped out into the hall. There were too many people. You found an empty room and pulled him in. You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back so tight.

“What’s going to happen?”

“Secretary Ross is calling for our prosecution. I’m sorry to put you in this position.”

“It’s fine. I knew the risks going in.” He smiled and kissed you.

“I’m going to escort the King back to Wakanda. I feel like I shouldn’t stick around for what’s going to happen next.”

“Ok. I’ll keep in touch with you the best I can.”

“I know. I have to tell you something. Steve, I’m pregnant.” He stepped back to look at you. His mouth went dry. He was speechless.

“You don’t have to be a part of our lives. I know you have more pressing things to worry about. We’ll be fine....” You paced and stared at the floor while you spoke.

“Look at me.” He grabbed your shoulders to stop you from moving.

“Are you serious right now? How far...how long have you known?”

“Just a few days. It was never the right time to tell you. Now that you’re about to do something incredibly dangerous, it seemed like the only time to do it.” He held you and kissed you. It was the deepest most passionate kiss you could imagine.

“I’m going to take such good care of the two of you.”

“I would hope so. I have to go. You had better come back to us, Captain.”

“Yes, ma’am. Hey. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You had the devastating task of riding with the Dora’s to escort the King home. The Queen and Princess Shuri met them. You stepped away to give them some privacy. You could hear them. The grief was palpable. You excused yourself and hid in your room. A few hours later Queen Ramonda was at your door.

“How are you feeling?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

You patted the bed for her to sit. “I’m ok. Tired.”

“Hmm. I remember when I was pregnant for Shuri chasing after T’Challa. He was so full of life. I was not.”

“So he was high spirited?”

“To say the least. Have you told Captain Rogers?”

“I have. He took it well. Shocked but happy. I didn’t get a chance to really tell you how sorry I am. I should have gone to Vienna.”

“Hush. It was his time. His next chapter is beginning. He is at peace. All of this pomp and circumstance. The crying and carrying on. That is for the living.”

“T’Challa does not share the same sentiment.”

“No. My son is not his father. He will learn.”

“In the mean time my boyfriend and my adopted brother are fighting. I’m worried.”

“I trust T’Challa to show restraint. Captain Rogers is a good man. I trust he will do the same.” She kissed your forehead and left to rest. You could not possibly close your eyes. You stared at the wall wishing one of them would call to let you know everything was ok.

It had been two days and still no word from Steve. Your midwife was breathing down your neck for an appointment but you didn’t want to go without him. You kept yourself busy working with Shuri. You started looking through news reports and anything you could find trying to get a location. You called Sam. No answer.

You tried Nat, “Nat? Have you heard from him?”

“No. Sam, Wanda, Clint and Scott are being held at the moment. I was going to call you. We really need to find him, Y/N.” Your blood went cold. “Why? So you can lock him up too?”

“He almost killed Tony. Rhodey is paralyzed. No one wants him in prison.”

“Ross does.”

“Please. I don’t want this to get worse.”

“Well I haven’t heard from him.”

“Ok. If you do...” You hung up. You found a renewed purpose and started looking for the prison.

Finally, the next day, Shuri heard from T’Challa. He was visibly shaken. “It wasn’t Barnes. I almost killed the wrong man.”

“Where are they now?” you asked looking up the coordinates for the Hydra base.

“Mhibu, when I left, Steve and Tony were fighting. Really fighting. Steve almost killed him. I don’t know where he and Barnes went. I’m sorry.” You had to sit down. Your stomach turned into terrible knots. You were going to be sick. You tried his phone again. No answer.

T’Challa returned. He spent some time with his family before coming to find you.

“How are you?”

“Worried.”

“I promised Captain Rogers I would take care of you myself.”

“No. Please don’t say that. That means he’s not coming back. He promised.”

“We will find him, Mhibu. I will bring your Captain home.” He hugged you and you cried into his shoulder.

T’Challa received word from Everette Ross that there was a breach in the floating prison. Steve sent his communication device back to Tony. No way to track any of them. He was in shock when he heard from Steve the next morning.

Until they could figure out how to deprogram him, Bucky asked to go back into the ice. Wakanda had the capabilities and could keep him safe. Steve watched Bucky as he was frozen. “I believe there is someone waiting for you, Captain.” Steve smiled and shook his hand.

When he found you you were bent over a computer screen tapping your pencil on the desk. “Don’t we have an appointment to get to?” You dropped your cup, jumped up from your seat and ran over. “Should we clean that up?” “After you kiss me.” And so he did. You held each other for what felt like ages. “I promised I’d come back” he said against your hair. “I knew you would.” “Come on. I want to see my baby.” “Wait. Where’s Sam and Bucky? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “We have all the time in the world to talk about this, kid. Let’s go.”

The midwife was waiting for you. She shook Steve’s hand and let you get on the table. Wakanda had technology far superior to anywhere else so they were able to scan the baby without an ultrasound. She pulled up the screen and turned up the volume. “Is that his heartbeat?”

“What makes you so sure that’s a he?”

“Lucky guess?”

“The baby is not big enough to see yet if it is a boy or a girl.” said the midwife “If you want to know I can run some tests.” You looked at each other. You were eager to know. “What do you think, mommy. Should we wait?”

“I want to know now if that’s ok.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Yes. We want to know.” She touched some points on the screen.

“I am analyzing the baby’s chromosomal make up. This will spot any abnormalities and will determine if Captain Rogers passed on the X or Y chromosome. It will just take a few minutes.” Steve stared at the screen watching the baby’s heart beating. “Is it’s heart supposed to beat so fast.” She smiled, “Yes. Your daughter’s heart is perfectly healthy.” His eyes filled with tears. He kissed your cheek and watched your daughter’s heart beating.

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 54)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2821

Warnings: Language, taking sides, arguing,mentions of casualties from past fights,Civil war major plot points, songs for this part: The afterglow, Look what you made me do- Taylor Swift, Falling Apart-Papa Roach Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Once all of you returned home, Hank and Charles escorted you and Shannon to the med bay. They took a sample of Shannon’s blood and tissue and determined that after one session, she should be healed. They suggested you give her one more treatment and after that, they would anesthetize you and Shannon and remove your triggering, and remove her Red Room protocol.

Of course, you agreed eagerly and after two days you were released from the mansion. You had seen Remy once and he apologized for his actions and asked if you could stay friends. Without hesitation, you said you’d like nothing more.

Shannon returned to Stark tower with her husband, and you returned to your apartment with Loki.

Life went on… normally for a while. Loki continued his work with Stephen. In fact, most days, you met him at work when he was getting off and the three of you had tea. It was nice to have Stephen back in your life again. You worked where you could find it, whether it was with Jane, or Shannon, or even Bruce. Shannon and Tony had a blissfully happy marriage, running Stark Industries and helping to manage the Avengers.

From what you could tell, the storm had passed. Remy and you remained friends, acknowledging his feelings and he respected your wishes to stay with Loki. You still visited him, and he you. Loki wasn’t jealous any more, for he had you and he knew this. You and Tony had made complete amends. Since that night at Xavier’s mansion, you let bygones be bygones. You both loved Shannon, and you missed being friends. It wasn’t just Stpehen and Remy either. You seemed to gravitate towards the Avengers compound quite a bit, and when Shannon was busy, you spent a lot of time with Wanda, Pietro, and if Clint was around, him too.

Shannon was completely healed at this point. She could exercise her powers at will and not be drained of them.

You and Loki visited Asgard, often. Most of the time you went for a week at the end of each month. It was nice to visit the motherland and return to a familiar home. Loki finally began to accept that Earth was his home and he started to feel…. Happy here. He didn’t really care if he was on Asgard, or Voromir, or Earth, so long as he was with you.

It seemed everyone was happy, moving on, building their lives back up from the chaos that had been the last five years.

Until Secretary Ross came in and said he was introducing a new plan for the Avengers -- The Sokovian Accords. Wanda had accidentally killed some citizens, and now the government was cracking down on the team.

“Steve’s right,” Shannon suddenly said, once the debate had broken out about the accords. Sides were being taken, quickly. So far, Sam and Steve were against signing this treaty, as it were. Natasha, Vision, and Rhodey leaned on the side of complying with the government.

“What?” Tony asked, shocked. He pulled up an image of a boy, a boy who was crushed by some of the destruction caused in Sokovia. You felt a pang of guilt. “You’re telling me you’re okay with that?” Tony demanded of his wife.

“I’m saying that the Avengers should be able to go out and save the people and clear the danger from becoming worse. We shouldn’t have to wait to be called upon to save the day. That’s not what we are, that’s not why we were formed.”

“Exactly. Tony, what if there’s somewhere we need to go, and we can’t because of this?”

“The Avengers were created to save the world from whatever threat is upon the Earth. So for us to be there like sitting ducks… it’s infuriating because I could be healing people while the rest of you are handling whatever’s left,” Shannon responded.

“Y/N is awfully quiet,” Natasha remarked.

“Look, I’m not an Avenger, not official, so I--”

“Right, her vote doesn’t count,” Tony interjected with a smile at you.

“But I agree with you, Tony,” you finished.

Tony did a double take. “What?”

“What?” Shannon scoffed. “Y/N/N, what--”

“Shannon, toying with forces unknown will result in bad outcomes. Maybe it’s good you--we-- don’t go running to every fight. Look where that got me. I became a slave because I thought I could help fight them.”

“You were forced to do something you didn’t want to, Y/N. But as the Avengers it’s our duty to defend the only home we have against whatever or whoever tries to come and take over.”

“No matter the cost?” you asked incredulously.

“How would you feel if everyone on this earth became a slave because we were told we couldn’t stop the threat from doing that to us? It would mean that everything we've done would be for nothing.”

“I understand that but look at New York, look at Sokovia, look at what just happened with Wanda. If Banner had been more under control, or if we’d had the government to help extract the citizens…. Maybe we wouldn’t have as many casualties.”

“You know we wouldn’t have any casualties from New York if you and your boy toy hadn’t come in storming the place,” Sam retorted and you shot him a look of frustration.

“We’re going to get nowhere arguing like this,” Tony stated. “The accords are being signed in a week, in Vienna. I suggest you all be there, if you don’t want to be considered criminals.”

With that, he left the room, Steve got a text message, and you and Shannon stared at each other.

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Loki said he was staying out of it, but supported your decision either way. You informed him you would sign as a symbol of good faith to the government and to show you could comply. Maybe order was a good thing.

A week later, you were in Vienna with Tony, Rhodey, Nat, and Vision. Vision complimented you for making a sound decision. Nat said she was glad to see you there. Tony was… still bitter about Shannon and didn’t talk much.

Until the next thing you knew was the signing had exploded.

From there, it was a whirlwind of fighting. Apparently, the Winter Soldier, the man who had trained Shannon, Steve’s old friend Bucky had blown the place up. Steve went after him, only to be arrested and all of them in captivity, until Bucky was reactivated.

Shannon, Steve, Bucky, and Sam were fugitives. They had escaped holding and you and Tony had figured out they were headed for the airport.

That’s when things got really hairy. When you ran into them, you were trying to stop them, just hoping they’d give themselves up. But Steve and Bucky were determined to chase down a phantom. For you, it wasn’t about the Accords or Bucky or any of it. You had made a promise to the UN, and now you had to bring the others in.

On one side, it was Steve, Sam, Bucky, Shannon, Wanda, Pietro, Scott, and Clint.

On your side, it was you, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Nat, Peter, and T’Challa.

Utter hell broke loose between the two opposing sides. You mainly focused on fighting Wanda and Shannon, the two you could do the most damage against. Ultimately though, Steve and Bucky got away with the help of Shannon and Nat. Tony followed them.

When the fight ended though, you and Shannon made up, as did you and the rest of the group. You felt the accords were silly, and slightly unnecessary, but it seemed like a step in the right direction. You respected everyone’s choice on the matter though, and that’s what everyone said once the physical fighting was over. Everyone had civil discourse on what had happened. But ultimately, Rhodey had to make the call to Ross to ask that they all be arrested.

“No, Rhodey, you can’t do that,” you begged, turning to him. “Come on, they were just trying to help Bucky, you know this. Come on, it’s Steve. It’s Shannon,” you pleaded. “We can’t do this!”

He continued to stay on the phone as he talked to you. “It’s out of my hands, Y/N. You know as well as I do if we just let this go, we’ll all be as good felons too.”

“It’s okay,” Shannon assured. “He’s right, Y/N. It’s your duty to call this in.”

“No,” you argued. “I didn’t sign up for this shit. I signed up to stop threats. No one here is a threat,” you retorted, angry. “You didn’t get a chance to keep me from jail. You pulled strings to get me out early. I want to be better for you. You don’t belong in a jail cell. Vision, come on. You know as well as I do none of them belong in prison!” You were trying to plead with the people on your side, but their hands were tied.

“Y/N,” Shannon said softly, “it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Tony won’t let any of us stay in a cell too long. It’ll be a slap on the wrist. He’ll make sure everyone gets cut some slack and gets out. No civilians got hurt. It was just us. We’ll be alright.” She came up and rubbed your back.

You peered at her, glancing to all of your friends. “I don’t like it.”

“I know,” she agreed. “It’ll be fine.”

The government showed up and all of them stood still, not fighting as handcuffs were put on them. That part killed you.Meanwhile, you tears were hot on your face as Vision wrapped you in an embrace, trying to comfort you.

You never wanted anyone locked away, especially Shannon. She didn’t deserve the same fate you had after New York. Truthfully, none of them did. Tony could be stubborn, and you knew he thought they got what they deserved except for Shan, but you couldn’t bear to see them in that prison.

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Tony walked into the floating cell that held all of his friends, including his wife. He didn’t want her to be here, or any of them, really. But the law was the law. He walked up to her cell after he made a round to everyone else. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t bear to look at her just yet.

“Shan…” He started, his voice sounding broken. “What the hell, babe? You went against me on this? We fought? Physically. What the hell happened?”

“Tony, you know how I feel about this. As a team we were formed to save.” She turned her body to face him. She didn’t attempt to come closer to the cell wall. She didn’t want to get shocked again. “I’m sorry we fought but we needed to get Bucky out of there, you wouldn't really understand why I did it but I did and I don’t regret it.”

“I’m so glad you were concerned with getting Roger’s friend out of there,” he snapped, beyond angry and hurt. “Shannon, I needed you, beside me. I thought as my wife you’d support me, back me up. And then you just… You decided to go against not only me, but most of the global governments. Was this all to get back at me in some way or…? I gotta know.” He had that signature amused, irritated look. He was at his wits end.

“Tony, would you not make this about yourself for once? I’ve always stood by your side in everything!” she shouted and took a deep breath. “I was not about to sign something that makes me the government's pet going when they call. You would have done the same thing to save Rhodey if it had been you in Steve’s shoes.” She got up, walking a little bit close. “Just like I would have done for Y/N or you, not that it seems to matter to you.” she lowered her voice at the end.

“How can you say it doesn’t matter?” he asked, his voice low, hurt. “Shan, everything you do matters to me. That’s why it hurt so bad to know you fought me on this.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He shook his head. “Shan, babe, I just wanted us to be on the same side. We’re not always on the same side, and it kills me when we aren’t. It surprised the hell out of me when you said you disagreed with me on this. When I found out that you weren’t going to sign, I freaked.”

She stepped as close as she could to the plexiglass. “All my life all I’ve know is following orders and being the assassin they want me to be and I finally got away from that when we created the Avengers and I met you,” the pain in her eyes was evident she hated that she hurt him like this but he didn’t want to live through another version of her past. “And now you ask me to do it all over again but as a soldier to the government? It took me years to feel comfortable in my own skin after all the atrocities I did back then I won’t start again from zero.” She wiped the few tears that had escaped. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t, not if she had the choice.

He sighed, rubbing his neck. He started nodding. “You know what? You’re right. I never thought of it that way. I saw it my way and that’s all I could see. All I saw and heard was that you weren't backing me up, and I freaked. But you’re absolutely right. You’ve never gotten autonomy and for the first time in your life, you got a chance to do that. I’m just sorry it ended in this. You gotta help me right now though. Where did they go?” he implored, staring at her. “I want to help them, but you gotta tell me where they went.”

“How do I know you're not just going to lock them in here with us?” She scrunched her eyebrows. “They should already be at the location, Tony. They need to end what Zemo started.”

He frowned. “Zemo… Where would he have gone?”

She looked at Sam who shook his head as if knowing what was going on. “ I can’t tell you Tony.” she points to the cameras with her eyes hoping he’d get why.

He sighed before pulling his watch up, running his finger over a few things. “There, audio is out. We have thirty seconds. If you ever trusted me for a moment in our life, you’ll tell me now. It’s either me or the government,” he challenged.

“It’s you Tony, it’s always. “ she stopped. “They’re in Siberia that's where all the other super soldiers are frozen.” she put her hand to the glass not caring that she’d get shocked. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he vowed, kissing his fingers and pressing them against the glass. “Gimme some time. I’m gonna go help them, and I’ll be back to get you babe. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you or on your side.” He gave her an apologetic smile.

She winced at the pain of the shock. “Just please be careful...fuck!” she pulled her hand back from the glass. “Damn you Ross!” she glared at the camera and she looked down at her hand to see that it was bleeding.

“I’ll take care of that prick,” Tony promised. “Love you. Be back in a bit.” With that, he turned and was off. He needed to get to Steve and Bucky before the UN caught on.

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Tony arrived at the bunker, happy to help Bucky and Steve, only to have that idea shattered. The truth of his parents murder sent him reeling and he launched into a full on fight, ready to tear Bucky apart. Steve left him and his suit broken in the bunker as T’Challa had captured Zemo.

Steve and Bucky went off to God knows where, and T’Challa, Tony, and Zemo returned to the States. Tony got back and got Shannon a deal. He immediately got Shannon out of the prison as soon as possible, as he did with Clint and Scott, both who had kids. The rest stayed in the prison cell until Tony could maybe work something else out.

But by the time Tony started on the paperwork, Steve had busted everyone out of the floating prison. He sent Tony and Shannon a letter saying if anyone needed him, he’d be there for them.

As of that moment, everyone knew the Avengers were no more.

You kept in a bit of contact with Wanda, Pietro, and Steve, keeping the correspondence from Tony. Ultimately, you had to return to Asgard with Loki and Thor for Odin and you lost touch for around a year.

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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HC: Shy/Innocent Black!Reader roasting the team

Requested by- @chrisemi

AN: Okay so like I'm not good with roasts because I stay to myself and don't really have friends to roast but I tried my best

-Okay so I feel like you'd be new and have no idea what you were getting yourself into.

-After a few weeks, you still didn't talk much because you were still new and just wanted to get a feel for everyone.

-You caught onto how they all just had jokes about each other and would roast the hell out of each other and it was hilarious.

-They thought you didn't like them but that's not the case. You were just quiet and innocent.

-Right?

-Nah.

-One day while you all were chilling in the common area Tony came in the door saying, "We have a problem"

-Without thinking you came out of your mouth with, "yeah, we do too, it just walked in,"

-Natasha and Wanda snorted while everyone else just stared at you, you didn't say much let alone participate in their roast wars

-"Did... did she just come for me?,"

-The second time you got everyone off guard was when you all were being briefed on a mission and Steve said, "a thought just crossed my mind"

-You hiccupped with laughter and said "Must have been a long and lonely journey"

-You've never seen Steve look so offended but he was lowkey glad you were getting used to everyone and comfortable enough to joke with them

-Bucky slapped the table while laughing and Sam tried not to let Steve see him give you a thumbs up.

-One morning you were rushing to get ready and were hurriedly eating your breakfast and Clint asked you where you were going

-You started looking around frantically and looked in your bowl of cereal, frowning

-"What are you looking for?'

-"Found it!," you said excitedly

-"Found what?" your actions had thrown Clint for a loop

-"Your nose in my business, figured you might want it back," you booped his nose and walked away leaving the team wide eyed,

-Sam pointed at Clint and laughed like a child

-"She's been hanging around us too much"

-One afternoon you were all training together and Bucky was having a rather long day and wasn't in the best of moods

-"Listen here, Bogie,"

-"It's Bucky"

-"Listen here, Barry. Acting like a prick won't make yours bigger,"

-You could hear the ooo's coming from all around the gym

-No one was expected this from you but it was great

-For the first month you were there you wouldn't really speak to them other than missions or a hello in the morning.

-They liked it though, it helped you settle into the team better

-There was a mission that called for Loki's help and you've met him a few times in your short time with the team

-He came up with plan that was actually good and not a death wish

-"Oh God, you sound reasonable... time to up my medication" you exaggerated

-Sam was talking shit one day on the quinjet you just kept squinting at his stupidity, he caught you and asked if there was anything on his face or something

-"Actually yes.. wipe your mouth," you pointed to his mouth

-He did and asked if it was gone

-"There's still a little there"

-"Well what is it?" he wiped harder

-"Just a tiny bit of bullshit" you sweetly smiled and his face dropped

-You walked into the kitchen one night and the guys were having a conversation about trying to hook Steve up with someone from finance.

-"Your only chance of getting laid is to crawl up a chicken's butt and wait" you grabbed your drink from the fridge and winked at the men

-Nat was yapping absolute nonsense one day and it was kind of entertaining

-You patted her head like a puppy and smiled

-"I'm glad to see you're not letting education get in the way of your ignorance,"

-Peter talks a lot. Like.. A LOT

-And while you enjoyed his company, one day you just couldn't take it!

-You told him to stand up and he did

-You raised his arms, looking under them, looking behind the neck of his shirt and you playfully got frustrated.

-"I can't find it!!!," you whined.

-"Y/N what are you looking for?," Tony asked

-"His off button!,"

-Scott was comic relief and while he was hilarious, sometimes you feel like he talks just to hear himself talk,

-"Seriously? You were the sperm that won?,"

-"HEEEY!,"

-Thor and Loki were arguing like typical brothers but they were childish af with it

-"YYYY/NNNN! Thor called me stupid!"

-"You're not stupid, Loki-"

-"Ha! told you,"

-" -You just have bad luck with thinking,"

-"Ha! told YOU" Thor teased

-One morning all early, you were trying to explain something to Bucky, Rhodey and Scott but they just weren't getting it and you were running out of patience.

-"Listen, I don't have the time or the crayons to explain it any further for you"

-Tony was your favorite to roast, you two went at it like siblings

-"Tony, I hide behind sarcasm because telling you to go fuck yourself is rude in most social situations,"

-"Some people just need to use a glue stick as chap stick, don't you think Y/N?,"

-In the midst of him talking back he messed up one of his projects

-You, Tony, and Bruce were in the lab working together

-"Scientists say the universe is made up of neutrons, protons, and electrons. Looks like they forgot to mention morons,"

-Bruce threw his head back in laughter and Tony just gave you the finger

-Steve is stubborn as hell when he wants to be

-So you two were going back and forth in banter while all of you were having a night out on the town

-"Ya see Steve, I would love to see things from your point of view but I'm not sure I'm flexible enough to get my head that far up my ass,"

-It was late and you went to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting anyone to be in there.

-You see Pietro stuffing his face and he scared the hell out of you (I'm still in denial about his death. Leave me alone)

-"Wait, if you're in here then who's out there scaring the crows away from our crops?,"

-One night Wanda was drunk talking out the side of her neck

-"Y/N listen to meeee," she whined

-"Oh I'm listening. It just takes me a moment to process so much stupid information all at once. I'm visualizing duct tape over your mouth"

- One afternoon Steve was lecturing you about protocols for a mission and he was honestly a broken record, you know this already

-"Steve, you might wanna save your breath. You're gonna need it to blow Bucky later,"

-y'aLL WHEN I SAY STEVE'S EYES BULDGED OUT OF HIS HEAD THEY BULDGED!!!

-Clint and Natasha were snickering like school children

-Bucky choked on his own laughter and gasped for air

-You were all sitting in the kitchen when Bruce came in and started talking but you seemed uninterested and yawned

-Nat nudged you, "C'mon Y/N. I think-"

-"SHHH!," you harshly whisper and everyone got quiet, "Hear that? That's the sound of nobody caring what you think"

-"BUUUURN!," Clint was the Kelso of the group.

-After a while you stopped roasting everyone so bad, not wanting to wear out your welcome and everyone asked you why

-"Just didn't want to overstep boundaries,"

-Tony patted your shoulder and shook is head, "Oh please, kid. It's a great ice breaker, we enjoy seeing you come for everyone,"

-You sighed in relief, "Great because I've been holding one in for a while"

-"Uh oh" Vision mumbled

-"How come it's acceptable for you all to act like idiots but not for me to point it out?,"

-"Oh no, I take it back, I changed my mind!," Tony groaned

-"Oh really? What'd you do with the diaper then?"

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Lmao, I'm not good with roasts but I hope this made someone smile at least!

Leave feedback, don't be afraid to request!

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astromilku · 5 years

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it’ll all be okay - steve rogers x reader pt. 1

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: as the battle of wakanda comes near, steve has something to tell (y/n).

word count: 4.5k

warnings: ANGST. fluff? sad boi stevie. sum language.

notes: so this is my first fic... idk how this is all gonna work out. this is unedited simply bc i suck at editing. i wrote this bc i was sad about endgame so i decided to make myself even sadder... i hope you enjoy!

It was coming to an end, and (Y/N) knew it was.

It had been a few hours since Steve, Natasha, Sam and her had rescued Vision and Wanda, who’d been attacked by the two aliens. (Y/N) and Sam were currently getting ready to start flying the quinjet to the Avengers HQ in New York.

“I thought we had a deal. Stay close, check in. Don't take any chances.” She heard Natasha say to Wanda as she hit the button to close the doors of the quinjet, sighing a bit to herself as she flicked a few switches. “Natasha, go easy on her...” (Y/N) murmured softly after Wanda said that they’d just wanted more time, glancing back at Wanda with understanding. Wanda sighed as she looked at (Y/N) in thanks before sitting down and getting strapped in after she helped Vision into his own seat.

“Where to, Cap?” Sam asked once the quinjet was ready for take off, glancing back at Steve as he waited for his answer. “Home.” Steve responded, making Sam nod before turning back to the console. “Roger that.” (Y/N) said with a humorous tone in her voice, making Sam snort from the pun she’d just made. “Perfect timing Mrs. Rogers.” Sam said with a glance back at Steve as he made the quinjet take off, knowing that Steve had been planning on proposing to (Y/N) before Thanos and his crew decided to come to Earth. “Just focus on getting us to New York.” Steve spoke, sounding a bit annoyed with the joke, simply because he was in fact, planning on proposing and he wanted to get this Thanos stuff done and over with as soon as possible so that he could do so. “I’m sorry hun, just trying to lighten the mood a little.” (Y/N) sighed, keeping her eyes focused on the sky as the quinjet took off into the dark sky.

It’d had been a couple of hours since Sam and (Y/N) had made the quinjet take off. About three hours into the seven hour trip, Sam had verbally pushed the superpowered spy out of the co-pilot’s seat so that she could go rest a little bit before they arrived in New York. Sighing a little, (Y/N) got up before stretching a little. The (H/C)ette then made her way over to Steve, who was sitting close to the pilot’s console.

“Hey soldier, how are you feeling?” (Y/N) asked as she sat down next to the super soldier, taking his much larger hand into her own. “I’m just thinking…” Steve answered his girlfriend of three years, bringing their interlocked hands up to press a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Well don’t think too much, we’ll figure this all out, alright?” (Y/N) tried to reassure the captain, not entirely believing her own words. “Yeah I know doll, but I can’t shake the feeling that we might not win this one.” Steve responded, looking at her with sad, tired eyes before continuing. “I just want this to be over. I want us to go off and buy a little house on the outer banks of New York and just live happily ever after there. I don’t want to keep doing this anymore. I’m just so tired.” Steve finished, pulling (Y/N) close to him, his arms wrapped around her tightly. “Don’t worry baby… we’ll get there. I promise, after this we can retire and live happily ever after.” (Y/N) responded, nuzzling closer to Steve before looking over at Wanda and Vision, feeling loads of sympathy for them. She understood how hard this all was on them.

See, much like Wanda, (Y/N) had energy manipulation and telekinesis, but also had the ability to manipulate shadows — an ability that helped her as a spy greatly. However, using her powers tended to tire her out immensely after an hour or so, depending how intensely she was using them. Only because she’d had her powers for a short amount of time.

(Y/N) had grown up in a family of ‘Hydra’ spies that were secretly working under Nick Fury’s command. Hydra had found out after a mission had gone sideways, and murdered her whole family at the age of ten. They then took her, seeing the potential in her and put her under Strucker. There, she underwent training similar to the red room, except much more brutal. On top of that, they had her undergoing experiments that the Maximoff twins had gone through. She’d passed through all of the experiments and completed all of Hydra’s training after about eight years. Two years later, all the events of Ultron had happened and (Y/N) finally got out of Hydra with the help of the Avengers (mostly Steve). While in Hydra, (Y/N) had gotten close with both Pietro and Wanda, becoming like an older sister to them. So when Pietro was killed, she’d felt it, although it wasn’t as intense as Wanda.

When the accords popped up, (Y/N) and Steve had recently entered a relationship after realising their feelings for each other. However, (Y/N) ended up willingly signing the accords. She was still terrified of her powers, as she still didn’t really know how to control them, even with all the help she’d gotten from S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers to learn how to control her powers. When everything started to split, (Y/N) was heart broken. Her family was being split apart from the inside, and she felt like she couldn’t do anything about it. Tony had quarantined Wanda and (Y/N) to the headquarters, in hopes of keeping them out of the ‘civil war’. However, when Clint showed up to get the two of them, she left with him and Wanda. Similarly, the two enhanced females realized that they could only control their fears, and no one else's. On the other side of the coin, (Y/N) had realised how much she loved Steve, and how he was right on the whole ordeal. So she joined him in the fight against Tony to prove that Bucky was innocent. However, she was taken out of the fight by Black Panther, being thrown onto the ground with enough force to knock her out. She was taken captive, much like the rest of Captain’s team but quickly was broken out by Steve.

Now here they were, almost two years later. (Y/N) had (cut/grown out) her (H/C), gotten a lot stronger with the help of Natasha’s training, and still had an amazing romance with the Captain. It wasn’t always easy, but they always made it through any obstacle that had come their way. She’d also become closer to Bucky, seeing him as a older brother, much like Sam. Natasha had become like a older sister figure, and Wanda was basically already your younger sister. The (H/C)ette gave Wanda a soft smile before she looked back at Steve, instantly noticing that he’d gone back to brooding. “Are you okay? Do you need to talk to me about something?” (Y/N) asked softly, knowing she’d already asked the question before. But she felt like there was something that Steve wasn’t telling her. Steve shook his head, making her sigh.She knew he needed his time, but she wished he could tell her what was going on in that pretty little head of his. Little did she know, Steve was thinking about their future and how much it could change in the next few hours.

They sat in silence for another hour, (Y/N) making some small talk with Vision and Wanda occasionally.“Okay, well I’m gonna go switch with Sam. He needs to rest too.” (Y/N) broke the silence between the two of them, pecking Steve on the cheek before getting up from her seat and making her way over to the pilot’s console. “Sam, I can take over here. Go take a nap or something.” The girl spoke gently as she strapped herself into her seat, clicking her seatbelt in before putting her hands on the wheel. Knowing how stubborn the (H/C)ette could be, Sam surrendered the quinjet over to (Y/N), tapping a button on his holoscreen to switch the controls over to the girl.

After a few more hours, (Y/N) had landed the quinjet in New York. Taking a deep breath, she opened the doors of the quinjet for the rest of the team members. Once everyone was off the quinjet, she closed the doors. Natasha was helping Sam with Vision as Wanda walked next to Sam. (Y/N) took her place next to Steve, standing tall as they walked into the headquarters. They navigated through the hallways, ending up in the main room as Rhodey was on a call with Secretary Ross.

“Not anymore.”(Y/N) heard Rhodey say to the Secretary as they all walked in, the (H/C)ette settling into a pose with her arms crossed over her chest. “Mr. Secretary.” Steve greeted the Secretary of State, a hardened expression on his face. The holographic form of Secretary Ross turned to look at the team of fugitive avengers, scoffing. “You got some nerve. I’ll give you that.” The Secretary said, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. “You could use some of that right now.” Natasha countered, raising her eyebrow as she stepped forward, Wanda stepping in to help support Vision. “The world’s on fire. And you think, all is forgiven?” The Secretary questioned as he glared at the team, Steve returning the glare tenfold.

“I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we're here to fight,” Steve paused and took a step closer to the holographic form of the Secretary Ross, giving him a cold, hard stare. “And if you wanna stand in our way... we'll fight you, too.” Steve finished, Secretary Ross scoffing once more before turning to Rhodey. “Arrest them.” The Secretary spoke, making Rhodey sigh, “All over it,” before swiping the hologram away. “That’s a court-martial. It’s great to see you, Cap.” Rhodey welcomed the team back, Steve moving forward to give Rhodey a hug, Natasha and (Y/N) following behind him. “Well. You guys, really look like crap. Must’ve been a rough couple of years.” Rhodey stated after the hugs had finished, (Y/N) instantly thinking of a sarcastic response, but Sam beat her to it. “Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star.” Sam joked with a slight smile on his face, making everyone lighten up a little. “Damn, You beat me to it Birdboy.” (Y/N) whined a little, running her fingers through her (short/long) hair. Everyone let out a little laugh from what the (H/C)ette said, soon startled by a voice they hadn’t heard in a while.

“Uh, I think you look great.” Bruce said as he entered the room, everyone’s heads whipping over to see the supposedly missing doctor. “Uh... heh... Yeah. I'm back.” Bruce added, taking in the look of everyone’s surprised faces. Natasha was the first one to snap out of the surprised spell that had seemingly fell over everyone. “Hi Bruce.” She greeted, Bruce replying with a simple ‘Nat’. The room’s comforted feeling slowly formed into an awkward one as everyone remembered the unspoken thing between Natasha and Bruce. However, Natasha has moved on, and was currently in a relationship with Bucky, which is what made the atmosphere even more awkward. And Sam most definitely pointed it out. “Well, this is awkward.”

It’d been a couple hours since the fugitive team of avengers came back to New York, currently taking some time to clean up a little. They were all about to head over to Wakanda, the after effect of the discussion of the entity in Vision’s head. The plan was to remove the mind stone and destroy it, that way Thanos couldn’t get the stone. (Y/N) was currently in her own room, feeling like a stranger within her own room. She walked into her bathroom and closed the door behind herself, turning on the water in the shower. She slipped out of her grimy stealth suit, taking some time to look at how much she’d changed since the last time she really looked in the mirror. (Y/N) felt a lot different, not just physically, but also personality-wise. Sighing, she shook her head a little before she turned away from the mirror to get in the shower. Her tense muscles instantly relaxed under the hot water, this being the first time in a little over two years that she had a decent shower and she couldn’t even really savor it. She quickly started to wash herself off, starting off with her hair and ending with her body. (Y/N) then hopped out of the shower, pulling a towel over her body while using another one to dry off her hair. Once she was done drying off, she quickly redressed into a newer, cleaner stealth suit. As the enhanced spy started to pull her utility belt, she heard her door open. She wasn’t really startled since she knew who it was.

“Hey Steve.” She greeted softly, lifting her gaze from her belt to look at the soldier. “Hey doll.” He replied, walking over to the smaller girl before wrapping her up in a tight hug. (Y/N) returned the hug, pressing a soft kiss on his covered left pec. “Is everything okay? I mean, despite the whole Thanos thing..” She asked, looking up at her boyfriend with a soft expression. Steve nodded, resting his head on top of the (H/C)ette’s head. “Yeah, I’ve just been thinking a lot about us.” The soldier answered honestly. He figured he might as well ask (Y/N), even though it won’t be how it was planned. “What about us?” (Y/N) asked nervously, an unwelcome feeling of anxiety rising in the pit of her stomach. Was Steve about to break up with her? She wouldn’t even know what to do if Steve broke up with her, especially right now.

“(Y/N)... I-” Steve had started before a loud knock on the door had startled the two lovebirds. “We’re heading out soon, (Y/N) i’m gonna need some help with the quinjet… If y’all don’t mind.” Sam spoke nonchalantly as he peaked his head into her room, already used to seeing the pair together. Steve sighed and nodded a little bit, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss on the (H/C)ette’s lips before breaking away from her. “We’ll finish this later.” (Y/N) murmured as she moved from her position to walk past Steve, patting his shoulder before she left the room with Sam.

A lot had changed in only a few hours, one minute they had landed in Wakanda, and the other they were fighting some weird ass alien creatures. (Y/N) fired off a couple more shots from her guns as she narrowly avoided getting big gash in her stomach from the talon of the hellish creature. (Y/N) always held off of using her powers, only using them if they were absolutely necessary. Her previously clean hair had already gotten messed up from the battle, a few scratches on her face from getting pummeled to the earthy floor. “God- I could use some help here guys!” (Y/N) spoke, her comm picking up her words as she realized she’d shot out her last bullets, quickly discarding them before unsheathing her (staff/katana/batons/etc.). They’d been fighting for what felt like forever, but they knew that this all was only the beginning. A couple of beams came from the sky, (Y/N) looking up to see Rhodey up in the sky. She nodded in thanks before turning her attention to the sky as clouds started to gather together. Suddenly, a large beam of rainbow-hued light lands in the middle of the field, and an axe flies out of it, wreathed with lightning and tearing through the weird aliens. It flies back to the light and into its master's hand just as the beam starts to disappear, revealing Thor, with a tree and a raccoon. (Y/N) stopped to marvel at what had just happened, her head turning to look at Steve to find him with a similar expression on his face. “You guys are so screwed now!” She heard Bruce shout out with a joyful expression. “Bring me Thanos!” Thor yelled out, running towards the board of aliens with the tree and raccoon following him. He launched himself up into the air, lightning surrounding him as he crashed down into the middle of all the aliens — taking out a lot of them.

However, even with Thor’s help, the battlefield never seemed to change. (Y/N), Natasha, and Okoye had ended up grouping together. They played off of each other’s moves before they heard T’Challa’s staticky voice though the comms. “Fall back! Fall back now!” (Y/N)’s attention quickly landed on the big saw-like things that rolled into Wakanda, her eyes growing wide. Two of them were headed towards her, Okoye, and Natasha, another two going another way. (Y/N) saw a flash of red in the sky, knowing that Wanda had the other two threshers. She dropped her weapon(s), bringing her hands up as they started to glow a dark (F/C)— her eyes glowing the same color. The (H/C)ette focused on the two threshers that continued to get closer and closer, her magic engulfing the threshers in a dark (F/C) before she threw the threshers over the groups of the outriders before she turned back to normal.

“Why was she not using them this whole time?” Okoye said, a bit of indignance in her voice. Okoye’s question when (Y/N) stumbled backwards a little bit, getting caught by Natasha. The master spy knew that (Y/N) was possibly gonna fall back from the amount of force she’d just used. “I-I’m fine- I’m fine Nat..” (Y/N) breathed heavily, trying to regain herself as quickly as possible. She didn’t have time to rest. Once she’d gotten ahold of herself, she picked up the weapon(s) she’d dropped beforehand. Natasha watched (Y/N) with a slightly worried expression, bringing her hand up to her ear. “Cap- We might need to switch. (Y/N) just used her powers, and she was already tired. She might pass out..” She spoke quietly as she started to fight the aliens once more. “Alright... Give- me a sec.. I’ll be there.” Steve responded, grunting half-way through his sentence as he slammed one of the aliens down.

It had been what felt like a few more hours out on the battlefield, (Y/N) and Steve had ended up fighting together. “Guys, we got a Vision situation here.” (Y/N) heard Sam yell out through the comms, about to respond before hearing Bruce saying that he got it covered. (Y/N) looked over at Steve, knowing that they’d probably have to head over there anyways. “Come on, we’ll use the shadows.” (Y/N) spoke, not realizing the concerned look on Steve’s face. “No, I don’t want you to end up passing out. I’ll carry you on my back.” Steve responded, making the girl shake her head. “Steve, it’ll be faster my way. I’ll be fine… Besides it’ll take too long if I don’t, and we don’t have a lot of time right now.” (Y/N) argued back, her eyes and hands already starting to glow a dark (F/C). “(Y/N)- fine.” Steve sighed, grabbing onto (Y/N)’s hands. The couple moved down into the shadows, reappearing over in the forest.

“(Y/N)... I have to tell you something- what I was trying to tell you earlier- I-“ Steve started before he was cut off by seeing Corvus Glaive and Vision. “Damnnit- Steve, we’ll talk about this when it’s over okay?” (Y/N) sighed, Steve nodding before jumping in to help Vision. The captain yelled at Vision to leave as he attacked Corvus Glaive, (Y/N) running over to Vision to try and help him up, her hands and eyes starting to glow again as she tried to somehow use her powers to heal the cut that he still had from the alien’s spear. Suddenly, (Y/N) heard Steve and the alien fall to the ground with a grunt, ready to use her powers to rip Corvus Glaive apart. However, Vision beat her to it but flying forward and grabbing Glaive’s spear and drove it through Glaive’s chest. Vision fell over after killing Glaive, (Y/N) and Steve instantly going over to help Vision.

“(Y/N), you and Wanda protect him, I have a feeling he’s coming soon-“ “No, Steve, I’m staying with you.” (Y/N) said as she walked closer to Steve, her eyes starting to water a little. “No, it’s an order (Y/N).” Steve sighed before pulling the girl close and kissing her passionately. “S-Steve…” (Y/N) whispered after they broke apart, her lips in a frown. “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye..” (Y/N) added on, her voice wavering a bit as she continued to look into Steve’s eyes. She didn’t like the direction this conversation was going, especially since Thanos might show up in front of them at any given moment. Wanda flew in quietly, a sullen expression on her face as she looked at Vision, instantly going by his side to support him.

Steve sighed softly as he rested his head against (Y/N)’s, letting his eyes close to try and bask in this very rare moment of peace. “I love you (Y/N).. You’re my best girl. And I… I didn’t want to do this now but I don’t know how much time we have left together… So, would you do me the honor… Of being my wife once this is all over?” Steve asked, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. (Y/N) held back a sob, trying to grasp enough air to respond. Although, by the time she had been able to breathe somewhat normally, she was interrupted by Vision.

“He’s here.”

Suddenly, the leaves around the four avengers started to rise from the earthy floor, the winds starting to pick up. A chill ran down (Y/N)’s spine as she slowly separated from Steve, feeling more and more dreadful as the seconds passed. Steve took (Y/N)’s hand into his own, squeezing it gently to remind her that they were gonna make it. “Everyone, on my position. We have incoming.” Steve commanded, pushing himself back into the mindset that he needed in order to win this fight. Quickly, everyone started to trickle into the forest. “What the hell?” (Y/N) heard Natasha question as a blue-black cloud started to appear, everyone starting to brace themselves for the fight. “Cap.” The (H/C)ette heard Bruce say. “That’s him.” He finished right as a large, purple man stepped out from the cloud. “Eyes up. Stay sharp.” Steve warned, letting go of your hand before unsheathing his arm-shields. The captain then turned to (Y/N), looking between her, Wanada, and Vision. “Remember what I said… I love you.” Steve whispered gently, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead as Bruce charged towards Thanos. Bruce was almost instantly put into the rock from the space stone, Steve looking over at (Y/N) before whispering for her to back up and try and help Wanda destroy the mind stone. (Y/N) and Wanda moved Vision back a bit as the rest of the heroes charged on Thanos. (Y/N) stood with her back to Wanda as she started to make work of the stone, her expression unreadable as you watched Thanos practically destroy all of her family, even more anger rising up inside of her. She felt even more enraged as Thanos tossed Steve to the side after knocking him out. (Y/N)’s eyes and hands started to glow a dark (F/C) as Thanos got closer, lifting up both of her hands as a stream of (F/C) energy burst from her hands, effectively pushing Thanos, but only for a second. However, Thanos used one of the stones to pick up (Y/N) and fling her across the forest, her body landing close to Steve.

The trees bent back with the release of a yellow energy from the destruction of Vision, (Y/N) slowly starting to get up as Thanos approached Wanda. She watched in horror as Thanos turned back the time, Vision seemingly coming back to life. Thanos picks up Vision by the throat, lifting him to eye-level, and uses his fingers to dig out the Mind Stone. He pulls it out and he tosses the lifeless, colorless android aside like trash. Bringing his gauntleted hand up, he slowly moves the Mind Stone into his gauntlet. Another energy surge pushes its way through the forest as he bellows from the sensation of power flowing through him. A massive bolt of lighting suddenly strikes him, digging him into the ground and grinding him back for meters. Thor swoops down from the sky, his eyes glowing with power. The God of Thunder pauses his attack, reverses his position, before he raises Stormbreaker above his head and hurls it -- Thanos fires the whole might of the gauntlet against it, but unable to stop the axe before it hurdles itself right into Thanos’ chest. Thor then lands in front of Thanos, uncontrolled anger in his eyes. “I told you. You’d die for that!” Thor yelled, taking the back of Thanos’s head while forcing the axe deeper into the titan’s chest.

“You should have… You,” (Y/N) hears Thanos start, the sense of dread hitting her tenfold. “You should have gone for the head!” Thanos yelled before raising his gauntleted hand and snapping his fingers. “What’d you do?” Thor started, looking at the now damaged gauntlet before looking back at Thanos. “WHAT’D YOU DO?!” Thor repeated angrily, Thanos simply ignoring Thor before he teleported away, Stormbreaker falling onto the ground. Steve pulled himself up from the ground, clutching his left side as he helped (Y/N) up. The couple then used each other for support as they stumbled into the clearing where Thanos had just been moments before.

“Where’d he go? Thor… where’d he go?” Steve asked, his voice shaky as he looked at (Y/N) before he turned to look at Bucky who’d also just stumbled into the clearing. “Steve? Nat? (Y/N)-” Bucky questioned before he suddenly stumbled to the ground, everyone’s eyes widening as Bucky collapsed to the floor, turning into dust. Suddenly, (Y/N) started to feel sick, starting to fall over, accidentally taking Steve down with her. He quickly pulled (Y/N) into his lap, tears starting to roll down his cheeks as he realized what was about to happen. “Y...Yes..” (Y/N) mumbled out, Steve instantly knowing what she was talking about. He quickly reached into his utility belt, pulling out the ring he’d gotten for her, sliding it onto her ring finger with a shaky hand. “I… I love you Steve…” (Y/N) said with tears in her eyes as she started to turn to ashes. “I love you too Doll..” Steve choked out right before the love of his life turned to ash.

“Oh god.”

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not-close-to-straight · 6 years

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Coming Home (Chapter Five)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :) (or cry, which is probably more true)

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(Day Sixty One)

(The Tower)

“Steve.” Clint slid his arms around Steve’s broad shoulders, burying his face in the back of his neck, and Steve shivered, dropping his wings when Clint brought his deep brown ones around to cover him. “Have you taken a break recently?”

“No, I haven't.” Steve rubbed at his eyes and turned away from the computer, tilting his head to nuzzle against the other Omega. “But I'm fine.”

“You can't do any good if you’re too tired to see straight.” Clint scolded. “Please come upstairs and rest for a little bit. I'll stay with you, if you want?”

“Thank you.” Steve turned further and kissed Clint gently, drawing his fingers down his jaw and smiling at the stubble on his chin. “But I can't stop, Clint. I’ve got to find something that will lead us to Tony.”

“I know baby, but again-- you aren't any good to us if you are too tired to see straight. Have you heard from Bucky?” Clint pulled up a chair next to Steve and took his hand, blue eyes flicking over the computer screen. “What is all this?”

“I haven't heard from Bucky in four days.” Steve scrubbed at his face tiredly. “Rhodes called me last night though. Apparently they are starting to catch up with Bucky, he says they are coming across villages where the children describe a soldier with knives instead of feathers.”

“That's Bucky.”

“Right. He also says the women they come across have been crying, telling them that the Soldier came back to save them this time.”

“This time?” Clint repeated and Steve swallowed hard.

“Apparently, several years ago, the Winter Soldier was sent to Afghanistan with Hydra and his visit was--” he cleared his throat and Clint squeezed his hand sympathetically. “His visit was not good. Rhodes has had women who remember their father being murdered by the Winter Soldier, all the sudden having their sons saved from combatants by the same Soldier. They are calling it a miracle.”

“Do you think Bucky remembers being there? Or do you think since he broke his programming he is rescuing people because it's just...right?”

“I don't want Bucky to remember it.” Steve said quietly. “I hope he isn't retracing his steps through some horrible, bloody mission. I don't want him to have to go through that. Don't want him to have to relive all that horror and then be desperately trying to fix his mistakes.”

“Me either.” Clint was quiet for a minute. “Well, come take a break, Steve. Sam dragged Tasha down to the gym to kick her ass so she would finally sleep. Pepper is with Bruce in DC and Wanda and Pietro are finally on their way back to Russia, so it's pretty quiet upstairs.”

“It was good of the kids to come and be with us.” Steve murmured, ignoring Clint’s suggestion. “They certainly didn't have to.”

“Tony’s missing.” Clint stated. “It took everything I had to convince them not to move right in and set up camp. I also had to convince Wanda not to tell the UN to go fuck themselves and fling herself and her speedy bastard of a brother over borders and wreak havoc themselves. They aren't very happy with me. I think Pietros exact words were “dad you’re no fun.” and Wanda’s were something colorful and furious in Russian. I asked Nat to translate and she refused. Can't get no respect from those two.”

“Hm.” Steve rolled his neck, flinching when it pulled uncomfortably. “I gotta say, I don't envy your sudden adoptive parenthood of completely dangerous, possibly slightly unhinged, super powered orphans.”

“You don't want to have a kid?” Clint sounded surprised. “Captain America doesn't want a house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids with his loving Alpha? I find that hard to believe.”

“Clint.” Steve finally smiled. “It wouldn't be a house with a white picket fence, it would be a compound somewhere upstate where Tony felt like any child any of us had biologically or adopted would have plenty of room to run and play. A huge dining room to fit everyone, a bigger kitchen to make sure we could cook all we wanted. A dozen bathrooms, at least, a movie theater for movie nights, a garage that I feel like would constantly expand as the kids got old enough for bikes, and then ATV’s and then their own cars. It wouldn't be a white picket fence so much as a security and privacy fence because heaven help the reporter who tries to get into the family’s house. A dance studio for Tasha, an archery range, a shooting range, a special lab for Bruce.--- should I continue?”

“A park for the kids.” Clint added. “With some ridiculous jungle gym and swing set. A play house for the girls that's more of a regular house and a tree fort for the boys with trap doors and it's own version of JARVIS.”

“Boys and girls, huh?” Steve sounded wistful. “You think both?”

“Well yeah. The two or three you and Tony have together, the eight or nine I'm planning on having. One for Bucky, right? Just a little girl with bright blue eyes and a terrifying scowl? Maybe a set of twins for Nat. I'm sure Sam wants a big strapping boy to carry on that family name…”

Steve laughed. “Eight or nine for you?”

“I've already got two.” Clint grinned. “I'm sure Wanda and Pietro can bring me six or seven more little orphans who all speak Russian and can sign to me. Tony would be completely fine with it.”

“He would be fine with it. If he would just believe how badly we want to mate with him-- fuck. Fuck I miss him.” Steve looked away, and Clint crooned softly, settling his wings over Steve's shoulders again and sliding onto his lap as Steve’s breath hitched. “I miss him, Clint. What if he never comes home? What if we never get the chance to have our compound in upstate and let kids run around?”

“Tony is too stubborn to not come home.” Clint argued, pressing their foreheads together. “We will find him, and then I'll kick your ass for doubting him.”

“Please do.” Steve wrapped his arms around Clints waist and breathed in deep, letting the scent of the familiar Omega comfort him, distract him for a few minutes. “Thank you.”

“I want you to sleep in my room tonight.” Clint tipped Steve’s chin up. “I know you like to sleep in your bed because it scents like Bucky, and I know none of us can stand to sleep in Tony's bed without him, but I'm tired of sleeping alone. Sam and Tasha have been sharing a room for weeks now, why aren't we doing the same thing?”

“I know. And Bruce and Pepper are staying in her apartment or a hotel room when they are traveling.”

“So?”

“Yeah. I'd like that.” Steve nodded and Clint kissed him again, soft and sweet and slow, drawing it out until Steve’s golden wings lifted in interest, and he whined in his throat. “Definitely. I'd love some time with you.”

“Good.” Clint kissed him again, nuzzled into his neck. “See you in a few hours okay? Promise me you’ll come to bed.”

“I promise.” he smiled when Clint growled playfully, then moved away, running a rough hand through Steve’s blond hair. “Just a few more hours.”

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Afghanistan

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“Anthony Edward Stark.”

The deep voice cut through the fog in Tony's mind, but it was the sudden spotlight on his face that brought him startling awake, and he hissed in agony as everything pulled. “What?” he spat, fucking tired of tasting blood in his mouth every time he came to. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Rude.” the voice sounded amused. “Would your mother let you speak to people that way?”

“Don't you talk about my mother.” Tony warned, and struggled to sit up, keeping a hand firmly on his chest to keep the wires still. “She was a saint, and you have no right to even mention her. You didn't know her and you can’t--”

“You don't know who I am, do you?” Now the stranger sounded surprised. “They erased me from your life, didn't they?”

“Wh-what?” Tony squinted against the bright light, lifting his hand to touch at the bruising on his face. “What do you mean? How would I know you?”

“You look like her, you know. Like Maria. She was a beauty. I was surprised to hear you presented as Alpha, looking like you do. It is natural, right? Daddy Stark didn't pump you full of something else to force you from Omega to Alpha?”

“What are you talking about, something else? My dad never did anything to me.” Tony sat up straighter, straining to look beyond the bright light to the shadowed figure sitting against the wall. A quick glance around the cave showed Yinsen nowhere to be seen and that was unnerving. “Where’s Yinsen? What did you do to him?”

“He doenst matter right now.” the man answered, and Tony took as deep a breath as he could, pulling in the scent of Alpha, the stale aroma of expensive cigars, and something tinged with anger that made him uneasy. “You have more important things to worry about. You have taken the Winter Soldier into your home, correct? That Tower that houses that ridiculous group you call a family?”

“Don't talk about my family!” Tony's dark eyes blazed, red bleeding in through the brown. “You don't know half of anything about us!”

“That is where you are wrong.” A computer that Tony hadn't noticed clicked on, a grainy video filling the screen. “You in fact, don't know half of anything about the ones you bring into your secure little world. You welcomed the Winter Soldier with open arms, and didn't think twice about it. But tell me, my boy. What kind of Alpha lets this sort of man around the ones he loves?”

Tony opened his mouth to protest, to scream for him to shut up, to defend Bucky down to his last breath--

--but then something on the video caught his eye.

“I know that road.” he whispered, and he glanced down at the date on the bottom of the screen.

December 19th, 1991.

“I know that road.” he said again. “What is this? No no no, what is this?”

“You know what it is.” The voice answered. “But keep watching anyway.”

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New York

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Steve couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, and even though he had seen the video four times now, it still shook him to his core.

It had been an accident, finding it. He had been systematically searching through every threat on Howard or Maria Stark’s life, using JARVIS to hack through SHIELD’s databases, trying to find some connection to the Middle East, any crumb of anything that would lead him to Tony. Thanks to Natasha’s data dump when they had discovered SHIELD being all but run by a new arm of HYDRA, there was bits and pieces of everything out there, and once he had found what seemed like a trail, he just kept digging.

It had taken hours, and he was way past when he was supposed to crawl into bed with Clint, but he had come across a name, Obadiah Stane, and a reference to the Winter Soldier, and a date- December 19th 1991- that shouldn't have existed outside of an obituary.

And then he had found the video.

“JARVIS tell me this is fabricated.” he ordered, his voice shaky. “Tell me it's...altered. They can do all sorts of stuff like that now. It's fake, right?”

“I'm sorry, Captain Rogers.” The AI sounded distressed. “This is an unaltered video. I'm afraid what you are seeing is true.”

“No.” Steve shook his head adamantly. “There’s no way Bucky would have---” he hit pause, unable to watch it again. “Tony can’t ever find out about this. It will destroy him. I can't let him know.”

“What if he already knows, Captain?”

“Dammit.” Steve fisted his hands in his hair. “Dammit JARVIS, what if Tony already knows?”

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Afghanistan

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Stane waved the television away after Tony had watched the whole video, after he had cried out for his dad, and then sat there with tears rolling down his face watching his mother be strangled by the Soldier.

He turned off the bright spotlights, throwing the cave into darkness, and lit a cigar, taking a deep, satisfying pull off it before blowing the smoke in Tony's direction.

“Are you ready to build my bomb, Tony?”

Silence for a long time, then Tony's voice from the dark, sounding empty and flat and so void of life it was nearly unsettling.

“I'm ready to build your bomb.”

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#ncts fics #coming home #alpha tony stark #omega steve rogers #Winter Soldier

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mariemarvelbear · 6 years

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Eve’s Birthday

Hope

Avengers x Reader

Warning: Angst.So much Angst.Slow burn angst.Abuse.Mention of rape.Brainwashed.ANGST.Blood.Torture.Swearing.Kidnapping.18+

Part 11

Things were excellent.You were slowly remembering things with the help of the team and the assistance of Helen.You were back at your usual self, but now better and stronger.Next thing you knew you were celebrating Bucky’s birthday-and then Natasha’s and soon yours. Tony instantly wanted to throw you a birthday party, but the team immediately opposed-remembering what happened last year.So everyone agreed on an intimate dinner.Everyone was there,Even Shuri and Okoye.Scott brought Casie and Peter even brought Aunt May who brought gumbo that everyone devoured in minutes.Hours later as some of the team departed,Tony decided that the team can’t stop just yet.So he ushered all of you back in the lounge room,making sure to call for back-up security and his suit nearby-readying himself for anything.

“Happy Birthday Eve!” You all cheered,laughing as Tony started a toast-slurring the words as the alcohol hit him.He was getting handsy,After the night of your confession back in the infirmary-Tony never left your side and made sure that you know his feelings. As Tony finished his vows-He quickly spun you in circles and pressed a kiss on your cheeks.

Steve sat silently on the sofa chairs-frowning as he saw you giggle,sipping the champagne that Tony handed to you ago. “Give me another one Anthony!” Tony chuckled,proud to see you drinking and in his arms.As he planted another kiss on your cheeks,he strutted and went back into the kitchen to get more alcohol.You danced your way to Bucky,swaying your hips as he held you close.

Steve glowered-not wanting to look at you in his best friend’s arms anymore.As he set his foot into the kitchen, he was greeted by Tony-drinking his scotch as he stared at you dancing.

“Hi gramps.” Tony greeted,slyly smiling at the guy as he finished his drink-not wanting any more second to be in the same room with Steve.

“What are you…and Eve?” He whispered, already regretting how the words came out.He doesn’t want to fight with Tony-he just wants to ask,if it’s true that you’re now his.

Tony chuckled,then laughed as the guy sent daggers through his eyes. “I’m serious Tony.”

“You gonna do somethin’ about that Spangles?” Tony snickered at his now newly founded nickname to Steve, placing the bottles back at the counter. “Look. Eve and I talked..” After hearing those words,Steve wished that he didn’t asked.So maybe he can spare his self from the despair and agony that awaits.”Look flag boy-“ Tony smirked as he stare at Steve.He looked at him as if he wasn’t his boss, as if Steve wasn’t his captain and the guy was just a competition he knew and now wanted to get rid of. “I don’t want to hurt you Steve.So just do what I say and just back off.She’s mine now Cap.Mine.”

“FRIDAY!We need a sick beat to shake our asses to!” Tony hollered,going past Steve as he bumped the guy’s shoulder. A loud beat of deep bass soon boomed all over the tower,Tony took you by surprise as he snaked his arms on your waist and closer to his chest..As the alcohol finally caught up with the team, everyone was soon dancing and giggling,Natasha took Bruce’s hands as she teach the guy how to dance-Vision asked Wanda’s permission to dance with her.Bucky, Clint and Pietro made their way to the nearby game room and played darts as the others entertain themselves.The night was long and loud, and as you and Tony dance- he was sure that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The next day came with your teammates wincing and shouting.Thor and T’Challa was knocked out at the game room along with the other boys.The two couples were nowhere to be found along with Scott,Peter and Steve.As the sun finally rose up, you winced as you closed your eyes-blinded by the sunlight. “Oh god make it stop.” Rubbing your head to try and make it stop from pounding, you felt someone shuffle from the other side.

“Good morning honeybunch.” Tony smiled,his raspy voice echoing through the room as he snake his hands back at your waist-making you closer to him again.You scooted closer,curling up to him and giggled-laying your hands back at his naked torso,watching the beaming light in his chest. “How was your sleep love?” Kissing your hair as he smelled the strong scent of your hair ,lemon and sage. “You changed your shampoo?”

“No.Why?” You humed,laying your head at his torso as you trace his muscular abdomen.

“Really?” Tony frowned,remembering what you used to smell. “Didn’t you love that Mangoes and lilies shampoo?” Remembering the time where when he rummage through the grocery bags of the monthly supply, he’ll always spot a bottle of your favorite shampoo.

“Yo-You’re wrong Tony.” You jolted up, awake and now-fear plastered on your face. “I never liked mangoes and lilies.It has the most annoying smell ever.I never liked it.Why would I like that?Never in my life did I buy a bottle of the hideous smell…” You continued babbling,telling him how you hated that smell and how can someone like him accuse you of buying even a sachet of that product.Tony grew confused, now just watching you pace his room where the both of you slept last night.You carried on, now talking about how you love the smell of citrus combined with sage.

“Okay…?Uhm.” Tony sat up,looked at you with a worried look.You were pulled from your thoughts about this certain product as you see him making his way to you. “Before you talk…about your hatred against this shampoo.Let’s get you dressed first-shall we?” As your eyes widened, you look at your body and noticed that you were only wearing your undergarments. “And you know how I would love to see you without those babe but I think everyone’s already awake.” Tony snickered,going through his drawers as he heard laughter from outside the room.

“Oh, wow that smells so good! What are we having Viz?” You smiled, stretching your arms as you rub the sleep off of your eyes and placed your tangled hair in a ponytail.

“Good morning Miss Eve.” The deity slyly smiled as he stir the broth of what seems like Chicken. “Uhm.Chicken-“

“Oh, wow.That smells amazing hon,Can I have some?” You grinned,your pounding head diminishing as you excitedly took a spoon from the cabinet.Earning a few greetings from the group that was not far from you.

“It’s not yet finished…I think-but aren’t you allergic to chicken miss Eve?” Vision asked, slurping as he tasted the salty brought-trying to mask the confusion he’s feeling.

“Me?Allergic to chicken?” You laughed,taking a spoonful of the broth “You’re wrong about that Viz.I love mi some chicken broth honey.” Vision looked confused, wondering if he was wrong-or if he was even capable of being mistaken.

A few hours later,Natasha beamed at you as she snuck her way in the lab of the two science brothers as you work on some research that you were helping Bruce with,Wanda soon followed-blushing as she smell the flowers on her hands.

“Ooh.Looks like someone’s happy.Viz got you that?” Natasha smirked,playing with the wrench as she nudged you. Scowling, you looked at Wanda as she placed it in a vase.

“Yeah.It’s our anniversary Nat.” She gushed, smiling again as she read the letter from Vision.About to speak again,She then looked at you with confusion plastered on her face. “Eve?Ar-Are you okay?” The two girls then looked at your hand,which had a piece of glass that is now shattered and on the wooden floor. “Oh god!Your hands!” Wanda shrieked as she took your hand and examined it.

“It’s just a small cut Wanda.” You hissed,harshly taking your hand away from her grasp making the two of them look at you weirdly.

“Wh-What’s wrong Eve?” Wanda cautiously asked, not wanting to piss you more. “Sweetie you can talk to us.You know that right?” She whispered, looking at Nat as the both of them looked confused.

“Talk to you?Oh please Wanda.You just want to be the star again.” You spat,placing your hands on your hips-rolling your eyes at her as the two of them gasp.

“Eve.Watch your words there honey.” Natasha warned, now glaring at you.Thinking of what possibly is the reason of your sudden outburst.You were never disrepespectful,Mostly not to the two of them.They were your best friends among this group which is obviously ruled by the men.So you girls stick together, even at missions or at home.Even if it means pranking Tony and Bucky or teasing Peter or being a stubborn child for Steve to take care of.But right now,As they watch you walk away-The two of them looked at you as if you’re not the little sister the both of them knew-and loved.As if you’re a stranger living in their house, As if you’re not Eve.

“Uhm?” As you storm of the lab,You heard a voice-a sleepy one coming from the entertainment room. “Eve?” There it is again.But you didn’t mind, You were too busy crying and clenching your fist- enranged because of Wanda and Nat. “Hey.Eve.It’s me.” About to look behind, You were shocked to see a blue fitted shirt on your eye level-looking up, your eyes widened as the tears started flowing again. “Hey.Hey.Why are you crying?”

“Oh Steve!” You gasped,sucking a deep shaky breath as you engulfed him in a hug-jumping to him as you cry your eyes out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No ba-No Eve.You didn’t.I just can’t sleep that’s why I decided to watch some movie.” Mumbling, he looked at you as you set yourself down.Ashamed of your sudden outburst at him,You fumbled with the hem of Tony’s flannel long sleeves looking down as you weep in silence.

“You want to watch a movie with me?” He smiled, offering his hand as you laugh at him.Blushing at him as he held his shaking hand out,scared that you might reject him. “It’s okay if you don’t wa-want to y’know.I’m just-I just.Uhm…”

“Sure baby.” You winked,walking past him as you sauntered your way to the room.His cheeks reddened a lot more, brows furrowed at your sudden change of tone and vibe.As the captain followed you, he made sure to watch your every step-making sure that he’s not dreaming again.

For the past few months, You and Steve never talked again.After the incident with the baby calling, Steve thought that the relationship you both shared are now growing deeper.And maybe now that you’re getting older , maybe you’re now wiser to know how to handle a deeper relationship.But he was wrong.As you and Tony had your intimate moment back at the infirmary, Steve was watching in the gallery.It was located two floors away from the small rehabilitation quarters where you trained yourself on walking, the gallery was a small room that has benches and is surrounded by glass mirrors that overlooks where you are. Minutes after the sparring he had with Nat and explanation he had to do to the other team members to clarify why you call him baby, his head was throbbing and knew that he just needed to see you-But when he got there, your lips were one with Tony’s. After that, the guy made sure that there was a distance between the two of you, he doesn’t want to fight with Tony and he knows that he was just making a fool of himself- letting his self thinks that he can have you, or even the mere thought of you wanting him was a joke and it made him sick as he saw you kiss Tony-giggling as the guy made jokes and you letting him touch you in the ass.But what hurt him the most was that when he ignored you, he thought that you’ll chase him-ask him why and give him a valid explanation on why you were giving these false hopes-But you didn’t.You just let him- You just let him walk past you and never bothered asking him as you enjoy Tony’s smooches.

“Told you it’s not a good movie.” You chortled as you look at Steve who’s mouth was hanging.You pulled the Thor blanket and snuggled in it, finally getting warm.

“But her heart was on fire Eve.Her heart-“

“Dummy.She faked it!She wanted for people to notice her y’now.” You whispered,eyes looking past behind his blue ones making sure not to see the tears that was about to fall.

“Eve?Are you okay?” It was in an instant that Steve was close to you, worried.

“Yeah.Why are you asking cap?” For a moment, you thought Steve saw the tears and was about to ask you more questions, But when he scooted closer-You were sure he didn’t.

“Look.”

“Hmm?” You hummed, getting lost in his ocean eyes as you study his face features;loving every bit of his freckles and that point nose of his. “Are you okay Stevey?”

“Oh Eve.” He groaned, scared that he might lose control and get lost at you voice as well.He studied you features, loved how pink your cheek was and wondered how your skin was so glorious considering the amount of training you attend to everyday. You were beautiful, and he was afraid. “Actually…I’m not.”

Your brows furrowed, sad to hear his voice getting shaky and his posture was getting lousy-something you never expected from the Captain. “Steve.Talk to me.” But he stayed quiet, his eyes continued to stare at you and not leaving the beauty your face embraces on. “Come on, baby.” By the time your hand made contact with his right cheek, that was when he lost it- As your eyes widened, you felt the uneasiness soon faded and the warmth of his plump lips on yours was getting intoxicating.As you felt his arms moved to your hips, you arched forward sitting on his lap and tried deepening the kiss.It was getting steamy and you were getting hot, wanting every bit of Steve and his touch. “Oh Steve.” You moaned,feeling his bulge getting harder.

“Eve-Eve.” He panted, looking at your eyes as his blue ones stared back at you-lust and the want of you evident in it.He wanted you to say stop, punch him or maybe even scream- because he knows that if you continue looking at him so innocently, he knows that Tony will beat him up alive. But when you crashed your lips back at him, all his might and questions soon faded-focusing on you as he gently rolled over you making him on top. “Wait-Eve.”

“What?!” You yelled.Now mad at him “I thought you like me Steve!Why are you stopping then?!What?Do you want to back to your room?Mine?Speak up!” He looked at you, confused.You’re not like that, and it was getting suspicious to him as well. “I’m sorry.Shit.” You mumbled, tugging the blanket again to cover your face up. “I’m sorry Steve.I just had a…fight with.”

“Wanda?Is that why?” Steve smiled, reassured as he saw your fingers tremble and thought that maybe you were just having a bad night.“I’m sorry doll-I got lost in the moment.I’m really sorry-“

“Tony.” Upon hearing this, the captain’s demeanor changed-His face reddened but not with the desires of you but with what could possibly the reason why you were now crying on his chest and speaking vile words against Tony.

“What did he do to you Eve?” His eyes became dark as his jaw set, allowing you to continue your story as you weep.

“He’s gone mad Stevie…”

“Son of a fucking bitch.” Steve growled, mad and furious as he stood,heading his way to Tony’s room.His expression was stern and ready to kill the guy-But as you ran to him and tried calming him down, He stood in front of you, towering above you, so close that your bodies were touching.

“Steve calm down.Baby no.” You whimpered, afraid to cause a fight between the two guys that you love. “Please.Please.Let him be first baby, I don’t want you to hurt him.He’s still your friend right?” You waited for him to reply, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you and away from Tony’s door.

“Not anymore Eve.” He snarled,taking your hand and leading you back to your room as he noticed how late it was. “You should sleep now.”

“Sleep beside me?”

“I-I can’t.I just-I just need to be alone first.”

“O-Okay Steve.”

The next morning was more silent than usual, you woke up to only see Bruce and Thor.The latter was at the lounge room, eating his newly released chocolate flavored Thorrios-and then Bruce back at the lab.

“Hello you Asgardian.” You smiled,standing in the archway of the kitchen in Steve’s tight blue shirt.

“Good morning lady Eve!I might say, I consistently see you in the garments of our fellow conquerors.” He continued chewing on the cereal, then getting the now opened carton of milk and emptying it without using a glass. “Do you want some of my delicious self?” He grinned widely,showing you the box of his cereal that has his face and Mjolnir.

“Sure.” You smirked,walking your way to him as he placed a decent amount in his bowl-ready to serve it to you. “Here yo-“ But before he can offer the bowl to you, You quickly jumped and sat on his lap-straddling him as you pushed yourself further into his face-crashing into the lips of the god.

“Wow.” Grinning, You continued on-and placed your lips back on his as a surge of lust flowed into your body.Thor’s eyes widened, still not sure of what to do-But when he felt you enter his mouth, That was when he lost it-and let the heat he was feeling lead him and his muscular body.Thor didn’t knew why you were suddenly this goddess of lust instead of innocence, but the Asgardian always thought that mortals think too much before acting ; mostly when they want something and so to see you like this-with the desires of him and his touch, sent the god smirking at you, yearning for your touch again-, gently caressing your back, Thor rolled you over as he suck your neck-leaving a love bite as you moan in pleasure.

“Thor?!” Thor looked at the voice, seeing Banner standing on the hallway-mouth agape. “What the fuck?” But before he can explain, you started screaming-hitting his body hard as tears flowed from your eyes. “Eviana!” Bruce yelled as Thor looked at you weirdly, getting off of you.

“Bruce!Help me!”

“What are you doing Thor?!Tell me!” The doctor exclaimed as he faced the now shocked god.You looked at the guy, seeing his skin turn green as he started pacing around the room.

“Banner.Listen-“ Thor started, afraid that Bruce might transform into the Hulk. “It’s not what you think it is!” But before he can explain, the Hulk looked at him in rage-And as the god ran, The Hulk chased him, breaking a few valuable things in the lounge room.

“Six down, Eight to go.” Eve smirked, wiping her fake tears and running her way to the lab as she fixed her bra strap.Using her hands’ fingerprint, the door opened revealing the laboratory.The computers were open, along with the machines that Tony and Bruce’s use for their on-going research. Quickly getting a flash drive, she swiftly transferred the programs and the software into it-typing a number on her phone and smiling as it heard its voice.

“It’s time.”

As she got the go signal and the beeping of the computer-indicating that the transfer is now completed,Eve took the large bottle of disinfectant spray in the corner and pour it all over the room-making sure that the computers were drowning in it.From her pocket was a small Zippo lighter that she quickly threw on the ground-and within a matter of seconds,the wooden floor started crackling with the blazing fire that was getting bigger and larger.

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BRUCE THE SUN

Bruce was the sun. He was warm and a light that gave life to everything important and bright. He was everything and nothing, for he was what most took for granted, and were most grateful for when they realized what he could do. He was the sun as a destructive force to, for he had the power to destroy planets, but he had the control not to. Even if he did, he was the light that would bring them back. He was not a beast, but he was a sun. PETER THE STAR SPIDER

Peter was a star, planets could revolve around him, people see him everyday, and they would never know how bright he was. One had to look closely to see just how bright he might be, and one had to be close to him to know how truly warm he could be. Even when glancing from far away, his light never dimmed. He was a star, but he was also a spider, for he could be quiet. He could be quiet, and he was able to spin webs. Peter was aware of the bright light he emitted, and he knew how to spin it.

WADE THE ERUPTING MOUNTAIN

Wade was a mountain, not only a mountain but he was an erupting one. One never knew when he would blow, but when he did it was hellfire and chaos. But he could control it, for he was a mountain, and mountains could never moved. He was all in glory and he was bright but he burned, and only others who burned could ever touch him. TCHALLA WAS THE SKY CAT

T’challa was a cat. Graceful and proud, he cared for what he cared for in ways people would not understand. He had claws and a bite he rarely used, and the ability to land on all fours no matter how far the fall. He was discreet. Not unlike a spider, but where a spider chose to be small enough to go unnoticed, or bright enough to scare, T’challa simply belonged anywhere. To tell him otherwise was a challenge he could accept. He was the sky in that sense as well, an embodiment of protection from outer harms but also the indifference to leave people lightless and in the night should he choose.

TONY THE CoMET

Tony was a comet, a bright, burning streak in the air. Though one rarely saw it’s true brilliance, it lived on in memory for years. And it always came back, for it would not leave those it truly cared for. He was colorful, a beautiful that made all that saw realized he was brilliant, more than that, he could leave his mark.

STEVE WAS THE WINTER SOLDIER

Steve was the winter soldier, all though Bucky bore the title. Steve was a soldier, carved and born of ice. He lived for the war and though he longed for the warmth of a normal life, he could never touch it. He would melt. But even ice has a warmth no one can recreate, and even ice can burn.

BUCKY WAS THE FALL LEAF

Bucky was the fall leaf, originally part of a tree. Green and strong it obeyed the tree’s commands to keep it alive. But it fell, and though the tree lived on it caused the death of Bucky. But it still held beauty and allowed the wind to push it where it needed to go. Despite not knowing where he was, he still held strong to a resolve that made it impossible for him to crumble. Even if his colors changed and he know longer felt part of a tree; His life moved and lived on.

CLINT WAS THE STORM CLOUD

Clint was the storm cloud. He was dark and fierce, unleashing pointed rage. He was stubborn, determined, but he also followed the wind where it took him. His bouts of temper were often short-lived, eased by the arrival of his lighter other side: Phil. PHIL WAS THE CALM CLOUD

Phil was the calm to Clint’s storm. He was lighthearted, his pale greys soothing to those around him. He cast a cool shadow, providing shelter from the sun’s burning rays, a layer of protection between others and the world’s harshness. WANDA AND PIETRO WERE SUNSET/SUNRISE

Pietro is the sunrise. He approaches quicker than you’d like, bringing with him joyful tunes and daytime energy. He banishes the darkness, encouraging you to rise and fight and play. He’s pale blue and bright yellow, a blur that stirs you and leaves you grinning.

Wanda is the sunset. She’s calmer than her elder, fraternal twin, and casts darkness across the land. But it’s a fiery darkness, born of vivid hues that flare with one last bit of life before the stars come out to shine. As much as she is a death, she is also a rebirth into a different type of life.

VISION WAS THE TREE

Vision was the tree. He was strong and sturdy, and had wisdom. But he was still growing, sill learning. He was naïve but he was also old, old with the power he came with. He was a guardian of knowledge even he didn’t know, and belonged in a forest surrounded by the plants and life of a world he helped create. His roots stretched deep and into the earth, which helped give him the knowledge essential to live.

FURY WAS THE DORMANT? GUARD? MOUNTAIN

Fury was the mountain. He was a steadfast presence, just always there. He was strong and silent and unmovable, standing firm in what he believed in. He was a massive obstacle between enemies and what/who he deigned to protect, and could rain hell down upon those enemies, be it with icy coldness, raging lava, or stony determination.

NAT WAS THE WATER SPIDER

Nat was the water spider, she was calm and still. Even see through if she si chose, but her wrath was to be feared. She could create waves and and drown you in seconds. But she was also a spider, quiet and stalking. She could build webs from anything and create ripples with simple words. Her touch could be blessing or death, but her bite was poisonous and it would be truly only luck if you survived it.

THOR WAS THE OCEAN

Thor was the ocean. He roared, striking out with all his strength should he need to. He could wipe you out with hardly a thought, and was a force to be reckoned with. But he was also gentle, nurturing the lives he saved and the kingdom he ruled. LOKI IS A FUCKING ANGEL TBH NATURES?

Loki was an angel of nature, though he would thoroughly disagree with being called an angel.

Thor might’ve agreed with his denial, but he knew of the young boy hidden within the trickster shell, the broken little child that had only ever wanted his family��s approval. Loki was unarguably nature, however, at least it was what he believed. He was unyielding, resisting anyone’s attempts to control him. He was even similar in the aspect that he could destroy anything, so long as he was left unattended. He was sharp and brutal alone, but when with the right person, he had a streak of something softer. Not many have seen it, but those who did were undeniably more inclined to believe him an angel. Valkyrie, for one, saw it in the way he protected their people, standing between them and his sister’s army almost without hesitation. Bruce, another such person, could see it in Loki’s eyes when he spoke of or saw things he cared for. Thor, of course, was privy to a far more hidden side of him, that youthful brightness that sometimes came out when the brothers were alone, a part of him somehow unscathed by all the bitter years since those innocent days. Peter saw it in the protection Loki had begrudgingly given him in the longest of battles, all because he was “Too young and only a child”. Wanda heard it more than saw it when they had a moment to banter about their annoying but beloved big brothers. Tony understood it whenever he witnessed those moments with Loki where he prattled on about awful fathers and how much greater was simply for the sake of getting rid of the self-loathing he carried, he understood it because he also did it. Natasha intimately understood it as well, recognizing the particular flavor of negative memories swimming through his eyes when he glanced at the Avengers he had once attacked, in the way he echoed her own words back at her: “I have red in my ledger, and I’d like to wipe it out.”. Clint saw it as well, though he would rather disagree, because Loki had been in his head, in his mind, and he could feel the good coated in a coping mechanism of bad, for he truly had wanted good for Midgard, in a twisted way coaxed into him through whatever had happened to him in the void. And that, Bucky understood; he didn’t know the details, but he saw that familiar look in Loki’s eyes when he saw Thanos, the expression of someone whose mind had been twisted by unspeakable horrors. Steve could even admit it, when he had watched Loki save kids that no one noticed, or when he offered advice when he thought no one would notice. Even Fury, ever the pessimist about human (or Asgardian) nature, saw the ex-conqueror’s similarities to the other man he had taken under his wing, one Tony Stark, whose heroism, although hidden beneath sarcasm and ego, was undeniable to anyone with one good eye. Even Vision, naïve as he was, could understand it once he had seen Loki risk his life for Clint, someone who would have undeniably killed him the first chance he got. Phil’s belief in the prince was bittersweet, because in Loki he saw a reverse Ward, a transformation that still pained him, but this time it should go better for everyone involved. Even Thanos, the one who had ruined and hurt and tortured Loki and thought so little of him, could see it in how very strong and calm Loki remained through it all - and how the facade had only cracked once he’d given Loki to his mind. And, if Loki was being honest with himself, maybe he could see a teeny tiny bit of angel in himself, at least compared to such an evil being as Thanos, but it was mostly because he could see the others believing in him, and maybe it was finally time to fulfill Thor’s perpetual ember of hope that Loki wasn’t really evil at heart. Besides, if Loki was being honest with himself, (Something he rarely is), he was beautiful, and Angels were beautiful, weren’t they? Maybe he didn’t have a glowing halo and majestic white wings, but there was a certain appeal to the golden helmet and vivid green magic paired with the darkness he had accepted was part of him.

Hey this is a drabble me and @howlingdawn did, it’s also on her ff.net account and my ao3 account!

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The Third Maximoff: Chapter 17

A/N: I know I usually post TTM on a saturday but it’s my best friends 16th Birthday today and it’s the final chapter so I thought I would post it today in her honour as well as some other things.

Summary: What if the Avengers didn’t find the last HYDRA base? What if Pietro and Wanda weren’t the only enhanced? Or Maximoff’s? What if the Avengers were going to take on their greatest challenge yet? What if she was a 13-year-old girl who had to live with them? What if she once tried to kill Clint and Nat, and nobody knew but them?

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing, Infinity War and Endgame Spoilers, TONY

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Once I was in her room and Steve was sure that I was safe I got up and walked over to her closet to see the message she told me to look at in a situation like this, it brought a smile to my face: “A Widow Never Really Dies Yulia, and I will always be with you in your heart. I love you little M.”

“A widow never really dies,” I muttered to myself curling up in her old winter coats for a nap. It smelt of her that’s the only reason I did it truly. I miss her so much.

Sleeping is never a good thing. Whenever I do it something bad happens. Last time, Carol got ejected from the spaceship. And the time before that Wanda was arrested. Now a missile was about to hit all of the things I have left to remind me of those I love. I just had to remember what Dr. Strange had taught me about protection spells, and quickly.

Oh just forget it, a blast of energy should do it. Or a shield. Why did my sister have to be an avenger? Why not an accountant? Actually never mind she was always terrible at math but you get the idea. Instead of saving the world, she could be saving someone $100 tax credits. But no, she had to be a superhero. She could’ve been a supervillain but no she had to be nice to people. Stupid Wanda.

But I did it. I always do. I always protected her and the only bit of her left was her room. So I protected it and hid it so they wouldn’t hit it with another strike. I hope. I don’t have either of them anymore so I have to save what I do have of them.

Though as I found myself a place to hide and search for where my allies could be I started to feel life trickle back into the world. Maybe Nat’s sacrifice was worth it. But maybe Clint Barton is now my nemesis. I had to fight the feeling of life returning to the world before it overwhelmed me.

But I fought it, as I always do. I fought it till I heard the sound of three people who share one brain cell starting a fight they couldn’t win.

“Idiots! I’m constantly surrounded by idiots!” I told myself aloud, preparing myself mentally for a fight as I got up from Natasha’s coat and dusted myself off and ran next door to Wanda’s room to grab my spare suit and got changed as quickly as I could.

“All they had to do was not get themselves killed and what did they go and do, start a fight that would kill them. What a wonderful idea that is!” I muttered to myself as I snuck around the ruins of my old home trying to locate the idiots I now call family.

As I rounded the biggest pile of rubble I overheard some of the mandatory villain speech, Did I ever do that? I thought before listening to the rest of the speech. “In all my years of conquest– violence– slaughter– It was never personal. But I'll tell you now– what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet– I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”

“Give me a break! Why do you want to do this Purple grape dude? Why not just create more resources for the people already here in the universe, you’re snap took away half the greenery too so you didn’t solve the problem you just gave us less brain power to work on a solution,” I stated quietly, going to stand next to Steve who laughed at me complaining about how he went about killing half the population.

“You’re alive, I thought we’d have to explain to Wanda two deaths not just one,” Steve whispered to me as I got ready to fight.

“If you’d done that you would’ve had at least two more deaths,” I told him.

“Hey, Cap, you read me?” Sam asked through the earpiece, taking me back to when I first met the avengers. But Steve stopped mid motion at the sound of his best friend's voice through the radio system. “Cap, it's Sam. Can you hear me?” I can already picture him trying to explain to Wong how he has to be on Steve’s left. “On your left.” And bingo I was right.

I turned and smiled at Shuri giving her a look that I hope conveyed every question I had about my sister and her, only receiving a small nod in return. She was back. I laughed a moment later when I saw the hundreds of portals open and through each allies poured and turned to Steve and gave him a smile and a determined nod as he patted my shoulder giving me a knowing look before the others emerged from underneath the facility and Banner pointed to Wanda, giving me a happy look before I gave him a thumbs up.

“Oh god,” I mumbled as I realized what Steve was about to say.

“AVENGERS!” He said looking at me and giving me a nod to finish the statement as he summoned Mjolnir.

“Assemble!” We yelled together, gaining a few laughs before that battle, it felt like he was acknowledging that I had grown up and was ready to lead the charge.

That’s when the fighting broke out. We all charged ready for a fight, I fell behind the others with enhanced speed and ran beside my sister giving her a smile before we got separated in the chaos and madness of the battle.

But when I looked up from my own fighting I saw Wanda fighting Thanos and winning, smiling to myself and shooting one of the creatures behind me. Go big sister! I thought to myself before trying to make my way over to her amongst everyone fighting.

“Uh, is anyone else seeing this?” Pepper asked through the mics.

“What the hell is this?” Sam asked just afterwards.

“CAROL!” I screamed abandoning my fighting to fly up and hug her before quickly going back down to assist Wanda and the others.

“That still doesn’t answer the question but OK,” Pepper said into the mics.

Carol landed near Peter as I grabbed Okoye as I saw everyone heading to help her.

“Need a lift?” I asked her flying about 6 ft off the ground.

“Why?”

“Because I want this cool moment to actually happen and it’s not going to if we’re not there,” I told her trying to pick her up without getting stabbed by her spear.

“You make no sense but OK,” She told me finally letting me pick her up.

“Don’t Worry,” Wanda said as I dropped Okoye and got ready to fight myself.

“She’s got help,” Okoye told Peter.

Pepper landed next to Okoye in her Rescue armour, followed by Mantis, Shuri, Hope, Gamora and Nebula. Before we could come up with a game plan that made any sort of coherent sense Thanos' army charged at us. While we were helping Carol go through the Outriders (? I think that’s what someone called them. I’m not an expert in aliens or their armies), Sakaarans and Chitauri (Again just a guess but basically we were fighting motherfucking aliens y’all). Gamora took out a gorilla, while Okoye took out Corvus Glaive. Wanda and Valkyrie destroyed two leviathans. While I made sure Peter got up and that Carol could get to the car without being killed. Carol started flying towards the van with the Gauntlet, flying past enemies and going through enemy blockades that are in her way with ease, like usual.

Thanos, seeing this, started running to Carol, but was stopped by Pepper, Shuri and Hope, who blasted him backwards. Thanos, after seeing Carol Danvers fly past him, through his double sword at the van, destroying it and the quantum realm tunnel.

“Really? Why?” I asked aloud stabbing an enemy out of annoyance.

The blast threw Carol Danvers backwards and she lost her grip on the Gauntlet, which falls to the ground. Doctor Strange steadied the water after the explosion. As the final battle for the gauntlet started I could feel everyone taking a collective breath as some of the fighting subsided so we could watch. In the final brawl for the Stark Gauntlet, Stark moved one of Thanos' enemies aside and saw the Gauntlet. He ran to get it, but saw Thanos, who Stark tackles. Thanos smacks Stark away, knocking him out.

Then Thor arrived with Stormbreaker and Mjolnir in an attempt to pin Thanos' arm down, with assistance from Steve. However, Thanos overpowered them and knocked them both out. After picking up the Gauntlet, Carol arrived, punching away at Thanos while he was holding the Gauntlet. She keeps punching him, but Thanos grabs her by the arm and flung her away. Thanos put on the gauntlet, radiation from the stones ate at him as he tried to snap, but Carol Danvers arised again, and stopped his fingers from snapping, opening up his hand similar to what Sreve did 5 years ago.

Thanos headbutted her, but it did nothing but annoy her.

Just as Carol was gaining the upper hand by rising up and forcing Thanos onto his knees, Thanos pulled the Power Stone out of the Gauntlet and used it in his free hand to hit Carol Danvers away. Stark looked in question at Strange, who simply raised one finger, reminding him of something no one else knew but could all feel in their bones. Stark nodded at him, confusing me above the scene with Valkyrie.

Thanos put the Power Stone back into the Gauntlet, and yelled from the radiation coursing through him, until Stark maked one last attack on Thanos, pulling on the Gauntlet before Thanos punched him away.

“OH god,” I thought out loud before screaming, “TONY DON’T DO IT!” Though of course he still didn’t listen to me, why would he? I’m still just a kid to him. A kid without parents and one living family member still on this realm of existence. Before I could do anything it was too late. Fate had sealed itself. My vision had become a reality.

Reality worked out the same way as my vision had and all I could do was watch from above and curl my body up in horror, barely able to flap my wings as I watched mesmerized by the scene unfolding below me.

“I am– inevitable,” Thanos stated to Tony as he snapped his fingers, nly to notice afterward the stones were gone.

“And I– am– Iron Man,” Tony said, snapping his own gauntlet. That was the moment that could have so easily been avoided if only they’d listened to me in Wakanda five years ago.

A flash of white. 10…

The enemy began to dissolve like Wanda did all those years ago.

9…

Steve and the others look around, exhausted but happy they’d won, without yet knowing the cost of their victory.

8…

Thanos sat down feeling the disintegration beginning to happen to him too.

7…

Tony stumbled to the floor next to a pile of debris.

6…

Rhodey and Steve both bow their heads knowing that he won’t make it.

5…

“Mr. Stark?” Peter asked running up to his fallen mentor. Tears forming in the corner of his eyes, “Hey– Mr. Stark? Can you hear me? It's Peter. Hey. We won, Mr. Stark– We won, Mr. Stark. We won. You did it, sir. You did it.” He knelt in front of Tony.

4…

Me and Valkyrie descended from the sky along with anyone else who was up there still.

With Tony being unresponsive Peter broke down before saying, “I'm sorry– Tony–”

3…

Peter was slowly picked up and led to the side by Rhodey so they could grieve together.

“Hey,” Pepper said as she knelt in front of Tony.

“Hey, Pep..” Was all he could get out.

2…

Pepper put her hand on Tony’s heart feeling it one last time.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She asked the computer.

“Life functions critical,” The computer program responded to her.

He smiled one last time with tears in his own eyes to the love of his life.

1…

“Tony. Look at me. We're gonna be okay. You can rest now,” She assures her.

Dead. But not to me. I smiled at the two ghosts who appeared at my side before we all got too our knees to honour the man that had started it all.

“Welcome to my mind,” I mumbled to Tony and Natasha beside me.

“This is for everyone we lost along the way,” Tony started as he knelt.

“Even if they returned,” Natasha finished before starting to list names in turn with Tony, “Gamora.”

“Vision & Jarvis.”

“Peggy.”

“Alexander Pierce.”

“The warriors three.”

“My parents.”

“Nick.”

“Loki.”

“And my brother, Pietro, Kat and Ruby,” I concluded.

“Even death can’t stop us all,” Pietro said appearing behind me with Kat and Ruby, “We’ll look after them when you can’t.”

“And I’ll look after Morgan for you, keep an eye on her and make sure she turns out OK,” I told Tony.

“You know when Natasha died and without the others resurrected yet me and Pepper chose two new godmothers for her. You and Wanda. I trust you. You’ll do good kid,” Tony told me as we got up and started to count our dead.

Over the course of the next week, I met up with my friends from boarding school who died in the snap and reunited with Kate, who’d been keeping in contact with me throughout all the five years of the so-called blip. I was one of the many who got to reunite with loved ones but the biggest one was Wanda. After the battle was over and we’d finished everything we could I gave her the biggest hug I could and we talked, we talked all the way from the ruined compound and the only two remaining rooms to Natasha’s apartment in Little Odessa where we talked more and finally fell asleep at midnight.

During that week, me and Wanda packed up all of ours and Natasha’s remaining stuff from the compound before the rebuild could begin and took it back to the apartment we now lived in together, finally.

We made plans with Kate for the Bishop foundation to do some good work in Sokovia and Wanda agreed we could all go during the summer as she wanted us to make sure we took up all the opportunities available to us. We also started to develop a program in Nat’s name to do good in the states.

But of course at the end of that week was a sad day, the funeral for Tony. Those of us who wanted to had held a small ceremony in Central Park for Natasha and a few of us planned to go to the graveyard where her parents were buried in Russia and put a headstone there for her, finally with her parents and family.

The funeral was beautiful but tragic.

Afterward Tony had instructed that we all go inside the house and watch a video he’d recorded just after he figured out time travel.

As he’s holographic self sat on a chair his record voice started, “Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Maybe this time. I'm hoping if you play this back, it's in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And, for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So I thought I'd probably better record a little greeting... In the case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.” Tony suddenly got up walking towards the camera, “What am I even trippin' for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to,” He leant down and smiled looking straight at Morgan, “I love you 3,000.”

By the end of that week I’d cried more tears than I had in the rest of my life, over Tony. Over the world. Over getting Wanda back. But mostly over Nat and her death. But of course my work wasn’t done not in the slightest, but I couldn’t even enjoy the funeral without having to do some work, setting up the time travel contraption with Bruce, but he let me leave to mourn with Wanda and the others.

“My work won’t be over for years to come, and after seeing how the adults handle the Avengers and the world I’ve decided I need to put together a team of teens and young people to save the world when the adults can’t. For when they fail. For when they're gone. And without Tony here to help and with Carol off in space with Nick and Maria, I need someone, some women to help me do this. What do you say?” I ask the girls sitting in front of me, a princess, a newly minted billionaire, my sister, we were really a motley crew. “Can I get your help? Can I trust you to help me track down everyone in Nat’s ledger? To avenge those whose voices were never heard? To save us from whatever is happening to this planet? To save the world and be an example for future generations?”

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A Little Healthy Competition (Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what is up with all these Avengers kissing the fella he likes. He has to do something about it.

The numerous times an Avenger—who wasn’t Bucky—kissed Tony and the one time he was finally the one who kissed Tony.

The future (present?) never fails to fascinate Bucky. He loves how fast everything is now—from information gathering to food. He likes how transportation is faster than before and how beautiful all these new technology are. He’s always been a fan of machines but they never really had the means for him to pursue what he wants back then. But, even with his adoration for the quickness of everything today, he still prefers the slow burn of wanting to be with someone romantically, of wanting to be with someone for the long run instead of just a roll in the sheets. He still believes in wooing someone, of courting them to show them you’re serious of wanting to have them as your gal or your fella.

Which is why he has never made a ‘move’ on Tony, as the young people say.

Tony is gorgeous and smart and wonderful and he deserves to be wooed. He deserves the absolute best—nothing less.

So Bucky would leave these little trinkets at the workshop that remind him of Tony, or give him gifts now and then, like flowers and chocolates and little accessories he made. Tony always looks so pleasantly surprised and grateful.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the residents of the tower to figure out his affection for the genius.

“You could just tell him?” Steve always says.

“No, Stevie. Tony deserves to be wooed. I’ll not have him thinking I just want him for his body.” Steve always gets a confused look on his face whenever he says this but remains quiet, nonetheless.

“Just kiss him, Barnes.”

“Yeah, dude. Put us out of this misery.” Natasha and Clint would always tag team him this way, but he just ignores them.

Lieutenant Colonel call me Rhodey Rhodes always looks at him with a certain amount of pity and amusement but just shakes his head then moves on.

He’s not sure if it’s serious or not, but they have a bet going, too.

“I’m betting on Tony making the first move.” He overhears Bruce say one night.

“I believe Sergeant Barnes would be victorious in his endeavor and will initiate the intimacy.” Thor.

“Nah. I’m with Bruce on this one.” Steve. Some best friend. “Tony may be trapped in his insecurities but with the right nudge, he’ll make the first move. Bucky’s just too stubborn.” Yep. Fuck you, Stevie.

“I thought we weren’t interfering?” Pietro.

“I think we can consider a tiny nudge in the right direction as a friendly help and not interference.” Natasha. Seriously. What is up with these people?

“Nah. I’m with Thor on this. Barnes will break first. Tony doesn’t realize when someone has the hots for him.” What the fuck? Rhodes? Is every Avenger but him and Tony there?

“Let’s just set our bets. Tony will be suspicious if me, Pietro, Peter and Vision don’t show up for the new training simulation he made.” Wanda. So every Avenger is really in that little meeting.

Bucky just walks away and tries to forget everything he heard.

(Later, he would realize forgetting what he heard was some sort of mistake. Maybe. He still isn’t sure.)

Three weeks later, after the conversation he eavesdropped on and forgot, Tony walks in the kitchen, half asleep. His hair is in complete disarray, he’s wearing a shirt twice as big, looking like he’s drowning in it somehow.

He looks both adorable and delectable. How is that even possible?

Anyway. He comes in looking all adorably rumpled and Bucky just... He just can't because Tony is the most beautiful being he has ever seen. He can write songs dedicated to Tony's beauty. He's not even a fucking writer, Jesus!

Back on the topic, though. He's also pretty sure that the shirt belongs to Steve because he remembers Nat giving it as a gag gift for his birthday last year.

(For some reason, people like the idea of Tony and Steve being in a romantic relationship. Frankly, he couldn’t see the appeal. At all. And no, fuck you, he isn’t jealous. He's the fucking Winter Soldier, damn it! He doesn’t get jealous, especially of his best friend, fuck off, Steve.)

So, yes, Tony's wearing Steve’s Ask me about my ship shirt with the Captain America shield on one side and the slash thing of Stark Industries at the top, which, with the front lifted high enough, has a print of Steve and Tony about to fucking kiss.

Deep breaths, Barnes, he tells himself. He's afraid he break something if he keeps on thinking what's on the other side of that shirt.

“Hey, Tony.” Steve greets cheerfully, placing a plate of bacon and eggs and bread, and a cup of coffee in front of their tech genius. The other man simply groans and starts digging in, moaning when his brain processes the taste of good food.

Bucky can feel his fingers twitching from the desire to touch the other man.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Steve asks as his brain finally, fucking finally, processes what Tony's wearing. The blond's voice is fond, though, which means he doesn’t mind at all.

Tony hums. “You left it in my room.” He mumbles and Bucky is struggling to keep himself from breaking the mug he's holding.

What does that even mean?

(There's a Keep Reading since I realized it might look neater that way.)

He knows for a fact Steve has a thing with Sam (for fuck's sake, Barnes, it's not a thing. It's a fucking committed relationship, something you obviously want to have with Tony). He knows, logically, Steve isn’t the cheating kind and he knows Tony doesn’t like the idea of cheating either—whether he's the one doing the cheating or being cheated on, or he's the one being used to cheat on someone. So, yeah, nope, nothing to be—

What the?

Steve is suddenly in Tony's space, leaning down and kissing his forehead. “Keep it.” Steve mumbles, fondness evident in his voice as Tony leans into him annnnd now they're staring at him. “You okay, Buck?” Steve asks and if it’s anyone but Bucky, it sounds like there’s only concern there, but they’ve been friends long enough to know amusement is there and is more evident than concern.

The little shit knows what he's doing.

Tony's concerned frown, eyes down on the mug Bucky's holding, makes him look down and, shit. No wonder they look concerned. He totally broke the mug and now he's also bleeding. He is, unfortunately, holding the mug in his right hand. Damn.

“Fine.” He mumbles gruffly, hastily cleans his mess and hightails it out of there.

He. Is not. Fucking. Jealous. Shut the fuck up.

Bucky absolutely loathes these fucking galas. He knows it’s for a good cause but god fucking damn it! Humans are annoying. Oh, wait, that’s doing children a disservice; correction, adults (and sometimes teens) are fucking annoying.

He's in his stupid penguin suit and, it’s not uncomfortable, per se because it's a tailored one, but he still prefers his simple Henley and jeans and comfortable boots. He always feels like an impostor whenever he dons his suits, as if he’s pretending to be more than what—who he is.

He doesn’t like it. At all.

Well, there is an upside to it—Tony looks absolutely divine in a suit. His ass is always, always the highlight and Bucky can’t thank Ray enough for being a fantastic tailor. The man knows how to make the best asset just pop out. Tony's waist also looks a little slimmer, his shoulders broader.

That aside, Bucky usually stays in one corner or at the bar of there is one after mingling for a bit. He may not enjoy these events but he does know how to pull his weight.

“Help!” Bucky perks up, hearing Tony's frantic voice. He turns slightly and finds the other man with Natasha, back tense and hands shaking a little.

He's about to go over when Natasha smiles softly then cups the back of Tony's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

It’s a good thing he isn’t holding anything this time.

He stays there for a moment, watching with narrowed eyes when they pull away, enough for Natasha to murmur something and for Tony to respond, then he’s leaning back down and. Yeah. Bucky hastily walks away, sends a group text saying he’s reached his quota of human and interaction and is going home.

Also. If he looks like he’s sulking in his room, watching Notting Hill, of all things, while wearing loose sweatpants and a loose shirt, Friday’s his only witness.

I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Fuck this shit. Fuck Julia Roberts and fuck rom coms. That’s the last time he’s watching one.

“Friday, change the movie please.” He says, before he decides to actually throw something at the TV screen.

The movie starts playing and he assumes it would be about pirates—it’s called Pirates of the Caribbean, for Christ's sake. Unfortunately, Friday seems to have an odd sense of humor because there’s romance in it and, why? Why do they keep on adding romance to everything? Even horror movies have some sort of romance.

Elizabeth, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you.

Friday is definitely trying to tell him something.

So he just turns and covers himself with his blanket, knowing Friday will know it’s her cue to turn the movie off.

(Later, much, much later, he will find out Natasha kissed Tony because one of the brunet’s creepy, crazy one night stands was in the same gala and has been pestering Tony in the creepiest way possible. Since Natasha was the one closest to him, Tony decided to go to her for help instead.

Later, he would also find out how amused Natasha was when she saw him grumpily walk away.

That won’t happen until later, though.)

Bucky knows Rhodes is Tony's Steve to his Bucky, but it doesn’t change the fact they’re way too cuddly and handsy with each other, fuck!

Again. Not jealous. But he’s pretty sure cuddling on the couch while watching a movie is some sort of violation against the 'bro code', whatever that means.

For now, though, he’s going to make good use of the stress ball Tony gave him.

(He may or may not have broken one too many mgs every time someone gets a little affectionate with the genius.

He's also quite sure everyone’s doing it on purpose because they’re all dicks.)

So, yes, watching a movie with the team. He's pretty sure the movie's good but he can't focus on it because Tony is now halfway asleep on Rhode's chest and he just can’t, okay?

You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?

Bucky looks back at the movie, the stress ball being abused in his hand.

That’s where I'll always love you.

Nope. He looks back at Tony (and Rhodes).

The stress ball breaks.

Rhodes' lips is on Tony's temple. Rhodes is giving Tony a kiss on the temple. That’s too intimate, isn’t it? Especially since they’re already cuddling? And for Tony to lean into the touch? Really, though. He's pretty sure only people in romantic relationships do when they’re cuddling.

(“They’re practically brothers, Buck, probably closet than we could ever be. They've been through hell and back together and they've seen the literal worst of each other.”

Steve will try to reason later but Bucky will be too busy annihilating a punching bag.)

When he looks away, he meets Steve’s eyes, the blond's eyebrows raised in amusement and since Bucky’s a mature adult, he flips the asshole off and just turns back to the movie.

Tony rarely gets sick but when he does, he looks terrible and everyone in the tower is protective of him. When he gets sick, he never does it halfway and goes straight to flu with really high fever. Sometimes, especially the first two or three days, Tony doesn’t even have the energy to move and just, Bucky feels horrible on his behalf and, as it turns out, so does everyone else in the tower.

Wanda, with the help of Vision, would cook her mother’s special soup which tastes divine and would spoon-feed the genius if needed. Pietro would bake crackers an incredibly ill person can stomach because his baking has always been Tony’s favorite. Clint, Peter and Natasha would always be around when the genius needs company or in need of entertainment or just someone to talk to. Thor, Steve and sometimes Rhodey, are there for when the genius is feeling cuddly because I’ve always cuddled with Rhodey, and Thor and Steve are the perfect size to spoon me, Tony said once when asked about it. Bucky and Bruce are kind of the all-around, in a way, since he doesn’t really have much to do unlike all the other Avengers (who all seemed to have jobs and school and charity work, for some reason—maybe it’s time he finds one, too?) and Bruce I’m really not that kind of doctor is the only person Tony trusts to check on his health.

So yes, on the rare occasions Tony gets sick, everyone in the tower is tense and worried. And when he gets better, everyone seems to start feeling better as well.

Tony’s fever had gone down, still running a little hot, but a lot better than three days ago. He can now move around for short periods of time, which Bruce says something Tony should do. Currently, Tony’s sitting by the dining room table, his head pressed against the table as everyone moves around him, preparing lunch. Steve has passed by and ruffled his hair gently, a touch Tony leaned into. They all touch him as they pass, as if to remind themselves that Tony is okay and is currently with them.

When the food is on the table—with something lighter for Tony—Bruce presses his lips at the top of Tony’s head before he sits down between the genius and Steve.

It looks so paternal that Bucky didn’t even feel a twinge of jealousy.

Bucky has been with the Avengers for almost a year and a half now (one year, three months, three weeks and six days, not that he’s counting) and is celebrating his second Christmas with them—the first where he’s celebrating with all of them present since Thor was in Asgard the year prior, Sam took Steve with him to introduce the blond to his family, Tony had an emergency meeting to attend, and Pietro and Wanda were visiting their parent’s graves.

They’re currently decorating their floor and, as per tradition, they’re doing it the day before Christmas.

(Tony still have the penthouse as a personal home, like the rest of the team have their own homes outside of the Avengers. There are two floors dedicated to the Avengers, though—one serves as a home and the other one for training—and they all usually prefer staying at Stark Tower anyway.)

He, Steve, Vision and Sam are in charge of the tree because they brought in a big one. Natasha, Peter and Clint are in charge of the decorations hanging on the ceiling. The twins and Rodes are in charge of the food while Tony and Thor are in charge of sorting the decorations and the gifts.

(He’s been told, in a way, of the disastrous Christmas when they left Thor and Tony to decorate anything. Until now, neither he, the twins, Vision, Sam or Peter knew what actually happened. All they knew was that having Thor and Tony decorate would be disastrous.)

“Mistletoe!” Peter’s cheerful voice snaps him out of his own focus of decorating the tree. He turns to look at the boy to see him hanging upside down on the ceiling, a sprig of mistletoe in hand, directly above Thor and Tony. Bucky feels his fingers twitch. Worse, he’s holding the star they’re about to place on top.

Tony’s on the fair side at the moment, his natural color returning since fall, which makes the blush on his cheeks quite obvious. Thor looks ecstatic and, really, what the fuck? He’s dating Jane, isn’t he? Why does he look so happy about the thought of kissing Tony?

“Shall we indulge our shield brother?” Thor asks with a smile. Bucky feels his grip tighten. Tony simply shrugs.

Fuckity fuck fuck shit.

Thor cups Tony’s face and, upon doing a quick scan of the room, everyone’s looking at the pair expectantly.

Double fuck.

Tony smiles shyly up at the blond and tilts his face up as Thor leans down. Their lips meet, probably for longer than is expected, the team cheering loudly when Thor deepens the kiss. The star finally breaks.

At least the cheering drowns out the sound of the ornament breaking.

(And no, his heart didn’t break along with it, okay?)

I was excited to post this, okay? I’ll try to finish the rest by this week? Hopefully?

#my winteriron #winteriron #tony x bucky #tony/bucky #tony x avengers team

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Beautiful Silence (2/2)

Soulmate AU Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader Summary: Not everyone had a soulmate. You were one of the few who did, and you eagerly anticipated meeting them and starting your destined journey together. You were ready for it. You weren’t ready for when it went wrong. Word Count: 2,295

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A/N: *This had trouble posting before, so I deleted the original and am reposting* The second part to this annoying plot bunny. A side of fluff to make up for the drama of the first part. Thank you to everyone who liked the first part, and I hope this does that justice!

“She has some minor frostbite around her feet, some minor cuts and deep bruises from an apparent altercation, but aside from that she’s physically fine,” the nurse told Captain Rogers, distinctly avoiding looking at the anxious Sokovian man sitting in the chair outside of the medical lab.

“Is she good to talk?”

The nurse paused. “I’d give it time, Captain. She seems to be very sensitive at the moment, and I’m not sure further stimulation is going to be a good thing.”

Rogers nodded solemnly, supposedly upset by the stall. As the nurse walked away, Rogers turned to Pietro.

“So what’s the story here?” Rogers asked sternly. “What was the goal?”

Pietro shrugged, blue eyes trained on the closed door that separated him from his soulmate.

His soulmate. The woman whose eyes brought color to his life – while they simultaneously looked at him in panic. The look of fear in her eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life; he was sure of it.

He tried to talk to her once during the flight to the tower. You seemed to be having a very animated conversation with the archer, so he assumed you were recovering well from the trauma that Ultron – and he and his sister, however inadvertently – inflicted on you. He approached you slowly, which you seemed fine with. When he spoke, however, you flinched and leaned away from him.

One of the caregivers at the orphanage was like you, he recalled. She was deaf until well into her thirties. When the kids asked about it (as they often did), she always went on and on about how much she loved the sound of her soulmate’s voice. They met at the local market, as she was so overwhelmed by the influx of noise that she broke down in the middle of the crowd. However, as she told the kids, the sound of her soulmate softly speaking to her brought her back. Her husband’s voice, she said, was the most comforting thing in the world.

Apparently, that was the exact opposite of what was happening between him and you. You brought color and beauty to his world, and he brought pain and suffering to your’s.

As the captain walked away, Pietro rose from his seat and peaked through the window in the medical lab door. On the other side of the door you sat up in a cot, knees drawn to your chest. A large pair of headphones covered your ears, doing his job of protecting your virgin ears from the sounds of world. He watched in horror as your shoulders shook with sobs. You moved to wipe away your tears, lips swollen and eyes red.

He had to help you. He didn’t know how, but he had to help you.

You swallowed a big gulp of air, choking back another sob as you caught sight of the door opening. Sobs were ugly, frightening sounding things. You hated them, and you hated this. You missed the beauty of silence. You wish you’d never heard his…

No. No matter how much you hated this, you couldn’t bring yourself to even complete that thought. You couldn’t bring yourself to condemn the young man powerful gaze and soft touch. You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Perhaps it was years of buildup, but you couldn’t shake the hope that maybe, maybe, you two could have the happily ever after you’d been promised.

You jumped as you felt a hand brush across your shoulder. Glancing up, you gazed into the concerned eyes of your soulmate, reveling in the soft blue gaze that focused so thoroughly on you. His fingers brushed through your hair, his touch so delicate you almost forgot that harsh grips of the robots as they dragged you out of your apartment earlier that day.

He looked as though he wanted to speak. You prayed that he wouldn’t. You didn’t want to be reminded of the horrible conditions under which you first heard that voice. You just wanted the one you were destined to be with to sit with you, to hold you, to comfort you in the way you were told they always would.

Somehow, he seemed to get the message. Without uttering a word, he climbed in the bed next to you, pulling you down to lie with him. You weren’t a fan of lying down right now – it made you feel too vulnerable – but you were willing to try it, for him. You removed the large headphones the nurse gave you and snuggled into his side, a small smile gracing your face as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/N,” you muttered, ignoring how odd and untrained your voice sounded.

“Hmm?”

“My name,” you said a little louder and with more clarity. “My name is Y/N.”

You watched him smile, his eyes lighting up in joy. He pulled you closer, pressing his soft lips to your temple. You let out a content sigh, slowly falling asleep to the feeling of your soulmate’s hand running languidly up and down your arm and to the sound of his steady, rhythmic heartbeat.

“Why did Ultron take the girl?”

“I don’t know,” Wanda snapped. “All he told us was that we were going to take down the Avengers. He never said how.”

“He was going to take down the world,” Tony told her. “That was his end game. He was designed to protect the world, and instead –“

“He was going to destroy it,” Steve finished for him. “He didn’t let you two in on any part of the plan? You were his partners.”

Wanda let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head. “We were going to ask him for details when we saw the girl-“

“Y/N.”

Wanda and Steve looked to the genius in shock.

“Her name is Y/N L/N,” he supplied. “She’s enhanced, or inhuman, or something. I’ve been keeping an eye on her for a while, which means Ultron got her information when he stole all of my files.”

“What’s her power?” Steve asked, eyebrows drawn in concern.

Tony shrugged and moved to a computer, pulling up some of the videos he’d been able to recover. “Something to do with plants or nature is my guess. You can only see it if you’re looking, but it’s there.”

Steve and Wanda watched the screen, following Y/N down a semi-crowded sidewalk. You stopped at a flower vendor and examined the bouquets. Your fingers lingered on some of the more pathetic-looking flowers. The flowers began to brighten and straighten out, almost as if you were restoring their life. You purchased a bouquet and went on your way.

“There are other videos like that,” Tony told them. “They’re few and far between – I guess she doesn’t use her powers that often, at least in public. Still, I’m not sure what Ultron would want with her. Seems a little out of left field for a machine hell-bent on destroying humanity to care all that much about saving some flower.”

“Maybe he wanted her to help replenish the environment after he got rid of the humans,” Steve supplied before turning his attention back to Wanda. “He really didn’t tell you anything? You’re not keeping anything from us because we’re the enemy? If he’s still out there on the internet somewhere, we need to get ahead of him.”

Wanda shook her head and sighed again. “He mentioned someplace called Wakanda. Apparently, there is something there that he wanted.”

Steve’s brows furrowed once more, while Tony’s eyes traveled to the red, white, and blue shield that was propped against a wall on the other side of the room.

You sat on the couch in the living area, watching the television on the far wall. Clint recommended watching with the sound on, but the volume low, to ease yourself into the world of the hearing. You obliged, though you focused more of your attention on reading the captions than listening to the voices. If you tried to listen, your mind would wander to Pietro.

It had only been a few hours, but the team and the twins took off the Wakanda after the nurse had given you the okay to leave the med lab. They wanted to take off earlier, but Pietro wouldn’t leave your side and simultaneously refused to miss an opportunity to hurt the person – or thing – that hurt his soulmate. He had the support of his sister, as well as Clint and Tony (who also had soulmates), so Steve and the team relented.

They left a few hours ago, meaning there was still a long time to wait until they got back. You didn’t like being away from Pietro so long so soon. You weren’t sure whether or not you really trusted him, but you knew you wanted him, his touch, and, to some growing degree, his voice. As reality set in and the immediate shock of the past day subsided, you weren’t sure how much of your remaining fear was justified and how much of it was your stubborn response to your not-so-fairytale beginning. And the longer they were gone and you were away from your soulmate, the more your desire to once again hear his voice grew.

You remembered him calling you “printesa.” You remembered the love and fear in his eyes and how it leaked into his voice. The mere memory of the voice that damn near eviscerated you when you first heard it was now offering you more warmth than the blankets Pietro had piled on top of you before he left.

You missed him, you realized, a small smile tugging at your lips as tears welled in your eyes. You missed him and his voice. And you hoped he’d get back soon so you could hear it again.

Pietro’s leg bounced its way into invisibility as he waited for the jet to dock. They had taken care of Ultron’s new body and the remaining robots he brought with him, as well as protected the nearby port city that the robots went to attack in an attempt to distract them. He hadn’t realized how complicated these fights could get. He almost felt bad for judging the Avengers so harshly. He probably would have if he weren’t so distracted. But he couldn’t think of anything other than returning to his printesa, his Y/N.

As soon as the jet docked and the back ramp released, Pietro darted into the building. He found you immediately, sleeping soundly on a couch, the bags under your eyes proving just how exhausting this whole ordeal had been on you. Pietro was beginning to feel the effects of it, himself, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into one of the guest beds Stark mentioned and sleep next to you all night.

Well, he wanted one thing more. He wanted to speak to you.

Pietro had never been much for words. He left the talking to his impressively dramatic sister, occasionally throwing in a few quips when he felt the need. But with you, all he wanted to do was whisper sweet nothings in your ear until the sun came up, and maybe a little longer after that.

You didn’t want that, though. He saw the reactions you’d had to his voice. It scared you, and the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt or scare you. So, he bit his tongue and kneeled down in front of the couch, brushing his hand along your cheek, lulling you awake. He kissed your forehead as you began to move, smirking to himself as a blissful smile graced your sleeping face.

Eventually, your (e/c) eyes revealed themselves to him, and he was struck once again by how amazing they were. He’d never bore of such beautiful eyes; he was sure of it. He just wished you felt the same about his voice.

He stood as you made a move to get up, holding out his hands to help you rise from the couch. You accepted his offer before wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him close to you as you quietly reveled in his homecoming. He responded in kind, and you thought for a moment of how secure you felt in his arms. It felt so nice, so right. Just like you were told it was supposed to.

You looked up at him.

“Pietro,” you said, ignoring the amused smile on his face as your nubile voice butchered the pronunciation of his name. “Say my name.”

He looked to you in shock, but you just smiled softly and nodded. “Say my name,” you told him once again. “Please. I want to hear your voice.”

You were practically blinded by his smile, but it would have been worth it. His hands moved to cup your face, pulling you in to a brief, heartfelt kissed.

“My (Y/N),” he spoke softly, sending shivers down your spine, “my dear (Y/N), my sweet printesa.”

You swore you’d never smiled so wide in your entire life. Nothing had ever felt so perfect, so right, as to hear him say your name. And judging by the way he gazed into your eyes, he agreed.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Clint called as a paper airplane hit Pietro square in the back of the head,” get a room!”

You bent down to pick up the plane (Pietro being too busy glaring at the grinning archer). There was writing on one of the wings.

Room 23

Code 0518

You showed Pietro the writing, watching with amusement a mischievous grin took over his face. You chuckled as he winked at you, squealing in surprise when he hoisted you off of the ground and darted out of the living area.

“Use protection!” Clint shouted after you.

A/N: It got a little silly at the end there, but I had fun! Originally, I wanted to work in more about why Ultron kidnapped Y/N (it was so she could find vibranium for him so he wouldn’t have to deal with more humans than necessary, btw), but I couldn’t find a way to work it in and it was the most relevant thing to the “””plot,””” so I let it go.

Pietro doesn’t get a lot of love, so if you like my writing style and have a request, feel free to let me know! Also, check out Benefits of Bad Luck, if you’re so inclined. It’s my multi-chapter Pietro/OC story with Stark!Daughter goodness, because I live for drama.

Thanks for reading!

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Stay Down

(Not mine just saving)

Author: jensencanfricklemyfrackle (AO3)

Steve Rogers x Injured!reader

It was chaos, ashes and dust floating in miniscule motes in the air as people rushed about, bodies, unconscious and dead lying on the ground amongst the rubble of the partially still standing buildings that surrounded the public square that had been filled with tourists. When three bombs in underground sewers that ran directly under the edges of the square went off, they took down at least three buildings completely and partially collapsed most of the rest. It was claimed by a small terrorist group who wanted to make an example, a sort of showing to exhibit what they were capable of. And the Avengers had rushed in to help, having tracked down the bombs mere minutes before they went off. They had been unable to prevent it, so the least they could do was to help clean up, to find people buried under rubble and trapped in buildings.

Clint, Steve and myself had been in the sewers when they went off, and I just happened to be the one leading the way, so I got stuck under a large pile of rocks. I had screamed in pain, utterly sure that the rubble had at least broken a rib, if not more, fractured my femur and driven the breath out of me. A large concrete piece had also smashed against the ridge of my left eyebrow and I could feel warm blood trickling over my eye. Luckily Clint and Steve had been close together when the bomb went off, so Steve had thrown his arm up and used his shield to prevent them from sustaining too much damage.

I could vaguely hear shouting as I struggled to even lift a finger under the rocks that pinned me down, but I let out a low groan to indicate that I was still alive. “Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?” I could hear Steve asking as he grunted and pulled the block of concrete that had definitely broken a rib off my chest which made me grunt, my head nodding in answer.

“Come on, sweetheart, I know you can do better than that. Use your words, now, can you hear me?”

I knew that he was baiting me and in my pained state I fell for it. “Oh, fuck off” Steve laughed at my growled statement, Clint chuckling as well as he shifted off smaller pieces of rocks off my legs. “Language, Y/n. Now, are you hurt?”

I look up at Steve’s worried face, and after a small hesitation, I shake my head. I knew that Steve took his team’s safety very seriously, and if I had even a small papercut he would consider benching me and sending me back to the quinjet. So, even though I was having trouble breathing, a fractured – possibly broken - femur and what might be a mild concussion, I let him help me stand up, and I bit back the pain and even managed to stand up straight, shooting a smile at Steve and Clint.

“Well, a few fucking rocks aren’t going to keep me down” I grin at Steve’s eye roll but Clint just claps me on the back, not noticing my full body flinch or the catch in my breath.

“Come on, I’m sure it’s a mess up there” Clint starts to guide me forward and Steve sticks close to my side. Even though my leg sent painful and practically debilitating jolts rocketing up and down my leg at every step, I made it to the ladder that led up to the surface. And with tears brimming in my eyes, I made the painful climb up. When I finally make it to the street, I look around in horror at the destruction that the bombs had caused. I could clearly see dead bodies littered across the square and living ones, injured and uninjured, were running around. I could see Tony in the middle of it, SHIELD agents rushing around to construct medical tents under the direction of Bruce who was wearing a lab coat and carrying boxes of medical equipment. Wanda and Pietro were helping first responders to shift rocks, Wanda using her powers to lift heavy weights and Pietro using his speed to shift the rocks away to an unpopulated area to create more room. And Natasha was hurrying towards them, dust covering her black suit.

“Guys? Are you all alright?” Natasha called out as she swept her gaze over us, eyes landing on me and concern crossing across her features as she takes in my torn uniform and trail of blood that ran down my face. But I quickly shake my head – Steve was in front of me, so he didn’t see – and Natasha frowned before looking away from me and at Steve, who smiles reassuringly.

“We’re all good. Y/n over here got trapped under a couple of rocks but says they’re fine.” Steve takes a look around him and frowns, an authoritative air taking over. “Alright, people, we need to fan out. Clint and I can help herd people out and away from here, Y/n, can you help the twins?”

I paused, but nodded in agreement, even though I knew I really shouldn’t. “Yeah, I can do that”

It was another hour of hard work before I began to truly reach my breaking point. I was already injured when I started to help the twins with shifting rocks, and the pain radiating throughout my body was only getting worse after the adrenaline coursing through my body began to wear off, and the part that was most worrying was that I could feel my lower back going numb, extending around my waist. But I didn’t say anything until I finally collapsed onto one knee, a low moan passing my lips. Wanda whirled around to look at me, and she was by my side in a second, hand cupping my face.

“Y/n, hey, look, I’m going to read your mind for a sec, alright? Just to see what’s wrong with you”

I grit my teeth but nod. With a flash of red in her eyes, Wanda reads my mind and she gasps, glaring disapprovingly at me.

“Y/n, the hell! You’re injured so badly I don’t even understand how you’re still standing! And your back – “Wanda reached around my body to presumably probe my back -even though I couldn’t feel it – and when she pulls her hand back, it’s covered in blood. Her eyes widen and I try to shush her as she calls out to Steve. “Captain!”

“Ssh, I’m fine” I try to say but Wanda shakes her head as she frowns at me.

“You are not fine.” Wanda looks up when Steve jogs over to us, panic written across his face. “Steve, Y/n has a broken femur, two broken ribs, a mild concussion and the nerves in their back - I’m not sure what’s wrong, but Y/n’s whole lower back is numb”

“Wanda, come on” I groan but Steve kneels next to me, a firm hand splayed across my upper back between my shoulder blades, other hand resting on my shoulder, turning me to face him.

“Y/n, you told me you were fine” he says forcefully, and I shrug. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I’m not weak” I mumble, a sudden wave of dizziness flowing over me and I groan as I fall backwards and Steve grabs me, pulling me close to his chest. “I’m fine, I wanted to help”

“You have been helpful, but now you need help” Steve murmurs as he picks me up and jogs over to the medical tent where Bruce and Tony were standing.

“Hey, Y/n okay?” Tony calls out but Bruce doesn’t say anything and directs Steve to an empty gurney. Wanda had followed both of them and started to fill Bruce in. Steve carefully sets me down and lays a firm hand on my chest when I try to sit up.

“No, stay down” He instructs, and I roll my eyes.

“Why?”

“Because you are severely injured and a stubborn idiot who wouldn’t admit that they were injured and worked themself to the bone before practically collapsing” Steve finishes his rant and I smirk up at him, ignoring Bruce who had moved beside me and was now inserting an IV needle into the crook of my elbow.

“Aww, it almost sounds like you care” I chuckle as the drugs that were now just starting to work through my system, making my head fall back onto the gurney. “Woohoo, these are some strong drugs”

“These are to keep you sedated so you don’t move while we set your broken bones and figure out what’s wrong with your back” Bruce informs me but the drugs were making my mind fuzzy, my muscles growing limp, and making my mind relatively one track so I end up focusing on the one thing that was right in front of me.

“Damn, you’re really pretty” I mutter at Steve, as my eyes focus on his blue ones and I chuckle as his cheeks flush. “Such pretty blue eyes”

“Uh, Bruce, is this normal?” Steve asks Bruce as he stripped off my armoured jacket – which really did not help keep my ribs safe - and unbuttoned my undershirt and gently pressed his fingers over my ribs, stilling when I let out a yelp.

“Well, the sedatives are keeping Y/n docile, possibly removing inhibitions. I can only imagine that Y/n is saying thoughts that would normally be kept secret.”

“Your hair is very blond” I inform Steve, who looks like he is just going to go along with whatever I say.

“Yeah?” Steve smiles reassuringly as he pats my knee on my uninjured leg. “You like my hair, huh?”

“Uh huh” I mumble, fingers twitching towards Steve. “Can I touch it? Looks so silky”

“Um – “Steve looks to Bruce who shrugs. “Yeah, sure, Y/n”

Steve carefully wraps his fingers around my wrist and holds it up, tilting his head and guiding my hand to his hair. He lets out a small laugh at the delighted look that appears on my face as I gently run my fingers through his hair, the drugs making the sensation even better.

“Wowww – “I draw out the word, but I cry out when Bruce takes advantage of my distraction and resets my broken femur. “Oh! Mother Bitch!”

I turn my head to glare at Bruce who smiled sheepishly while Tony cackles in the background because he overheard my new swear phrase.

“Y/n, language” Steve reprimands gently but I roll my eyes, curling my fingers into Steve’s hair and tugging slightly.

“I’m injured, I’m allowed to swear” I insist, and he just raises an eyebrow as he untangles my fingers from his hair.

“But I thought you said were fine. That means that you aren’t allowed to swear”

I frown and my eyebrows furrow in thought which makes Steve grin. Damn it, he outmanoeuvred me.

“Alright, you need to sit up, Y/n, so I can look at your ribs and bandage them, and then figure out what’s wrong with your back. Come on, Cap, help me sit Y/n up”

Steve wraps his hand around my bicep and Bruce grabs my other arm, both men helping me sit up which makes me grimace at the dull pain radiating through my chest.

“Ow” I whine, pouting at Steve who pats my shoulder gently, thumb brushing over my collarbone reassuringly. “That hurt, Brucie”

“See, the name Brucie suits you” Tony grins as he hands a roll of gauze and bandages to Bruce who starts to bind my ribs.

“Tony, Y/n is practically high on drugs and had no accountability for what is said” Bruce says calmly as he finished binding my ribs and pats my shoulder. “Alright, now I need you to lie on your stomach and to keep still so I can examine your back”

“My stomach – “I say slowly, and Bruce nods. “Aw man, my brain is feeling very fuzzy. Is my brain meant to feel fuzzy?”

“Y/n, that’s just the sedatives” Steve says calmly as he firmly manoeuvres my body to twist around and lay on my stomach, my head nuzzling into the crook of my elbow that didn’t have the IV in it with Steve’s hand resting on my shoulder blade, the warmth seeping into my muscles. And I can feel Bruce standing next to me but I can barely feel him touching my lower back.

“Y/n, can you feel anything when I do this?” Bruce asks but I just grunt non-committedly.

“Are you doing anything? Stevie, is he doing anything?” I try to twist my head around to look at Steve, but he just places a careful hand on the back of my head, keeping me still, most likely obeying Bruce’s order to keep me still.

“Alright, Y/n, it looks like the blood that Wanda reported came from just a small cut on the right side of your lower back, but you said that Y/n got buried under a bunch of rocks when the bombs went off?” The question was directed at Steve who made an affirmative hum, and Bruce sighs, fingers probing the middle of my back, and I grumble when I feel the touch faintly, his probing fingertips moving down and then I can’t feel them.

“Well, it would appear that when Y/n got knocked down to the ground, the spine was heavily bruised and thus the nerves shut down in order to prevent pain. Now, it extends to the base of the tailbone and up to the middle of Y/n’s back and wraps around to the sides. I believe that Y/n should regain feeling after a day or so but from then on, maybe for a month it’s going to hurt. A lot.” Bruce’s voice was serious and I felt Steve’s hand move down to the back of my neck and squeeze softly in comfort.

“Mm, can I get off the drugs now?” I mumble, shifting slightly, relishing in the small comfort that Steve’s touch brought me. “I know I always said that I never got the chance to try drugs in high school but I thought it would be more fun than this”

Bruce chuckled quietly and pats my shoulder. “Alright, Steve, help me sit Y/n up and then we can put Y/n in the quinjet and fly back to base when we’re done here”

“Aww, come on, I can still help” I whine but Steve hushes me as he bodily lifts me up and sits me up on the gurney, back facing Bruce who starts to wrap thick bandages around my waist, securing what must be an icepack to my lower back due to the sound of the small mobile freezer opening that Bruce had behind him. Steve was in front of me, smiling softly as I stare at him, the drugs making everything I saw glow slightly, which made Steve look almost angelic.

“Wow, you’re glowing” I murmur as I lean forward, staring closer at his eyes which made him chuckle.

“Got something on my face?” He jokes, and my eyes widen as I frantically shake my head.

“No – no, you don’t, I didn’t mean – “I start to panic – the sedatives not doing much to calm me down – but Steve hushes me quietly, hand reaching up to squeeze the nape of my neck.

“It’s okay, I was only kidding. But, now in order to get to the quinjet I can either scrounge up a wheelchair or I can carry you. I don’t want you walking around on your leg”

I go to talk but I flinch as Bruce moves around the gurney and carefully slides the IV needle out of my skin, dabbing away the small amount of blood that beads on my skin which is promptly covered by a bandaid. I wait a couple of minutes for the sedatives to pass through my system – very grateful that it’s absence was resulting in my mind becoming less fuzzy – before I attempt to speak again.

“Both are equally demeaning” I scowl. “I can walk perfectly fine”

And with that said, I hop off the gurney and attempt to stand but my broken leg gives out and I collapse, only to get caught by Steve who scoops me into his arms and instantly starts to walk towards the quinjet.

“Oh, fuck off” I growl as I reluctantly relax against Steve’s body but he just grins and rolls his eyes.

“Come on, you know you enjoy it” Steve teases as he squeezes my body slightly to his own, and I flush, burying my face against his shoulder in embarrassment. And Steve just kept talking. “I know you like me, Y/n. I wasn’t sure at first but your time under the sedatives just confirmed it”

I huff and squirm in his grip, which made him chuckle.

“I can’t be responsible for anything I said while under sedatives” I mutter as Steve walks up the ramp of the quinjet and carefully deposits me on one of the seats that lined the inside of the quinjet, murmuring an apology when I yelp as the action jostles my leg and ribs.

“Well, if you don’t like me, that’s fine, but I was hoping that you would join me for dinner on my floor, maybe let me cook for you” Steve paused as he took over latching the seatbelt that was attached to the seat, knelt on one knee and looked up at me, a small and knowing smile on his face. I gulp and as a distraction I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. Steve accepted this action and patiently waited for me to answer as he tilted his head and pressed into my hand. His hands were resting on my knees and he squeezed them gently as a prompt, and I lick my lips, failing to see how Steve’s gaze flicked down to my lips at the action and then back up.

“Well, I’m not admitting that I like you - ” I say hesitantly which made Steve smirk. “But I would really like to have dinner with you.”

“That’s good to hear” Steve smiled kindly as he pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead and stood up. “We’ll talk about it when we get back to base, okay? I think we’re almost done here”

“Okay” I whispered back, my cheeks flushing and the skin on my forehead buzzing from the press of his lips to my skin. He chuckles and squeezes my knee before leaving the quinjet, leaving me to watch him walk away.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I had was holding and smiled to myself. Because even though I was badly injured and had a hell of a time scheduled to heal from my wounds, I now had a date with Steve, a man I had been crushing on ever since I was recruited into the Avengers. And I just couldn’t wait till dinner with Captain America.

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