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sycamorelibrary754 · 7 months

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We're a Family

Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Some mentions of grief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning, as you gather the last of the essentials together for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since the birth of your child in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight.

“Love, we’ve talked about this. It’s only for the weekend, Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her to be than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your life”, you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.

“Exactly. My life, not my child,” Nat muttered.

It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natasha’s daughter. From the moment you both laid eyes on her your whole world changed. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for daily mission consultation or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.

You heard little feet padding down the hall, as your daughter runs into your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up on down on her head “I'm ready Mommy and Mama!” Mila squealed.

“Oh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?” Natasha asked, getting down to her level.

“Yes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!” as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu.

“Auntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. You’re going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” hugging her tight.

After packing your luggage in the car, you make the short drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. “Good morning Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.” The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” you replied, as Mila lets go of Natasha’s hand and runs ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.

As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen as the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick.

“Little spider!” Yelena called out as she entered the room and Mila runs into her arms.

“Auntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!”

“I love it malyshka, so much cooler than Mama’s outfit,” Yelena says, as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. “We are going to have so much fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, about that”, Natasha interrupted. “Mission briefing in five.”

“Mission briefing? Love, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.”

“Yes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter.” motioning to the group in front of you.

Your heart warms at how protective your wife is being. This is the Black Widow. A woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children, to giving nothing but love to the both of you.

Just then Tony and Bruce entered the living room arguing over their latest nanotech calculations, with Pepper following closely behind.

“Hey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,” Natasha said.

“Ah, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,” Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolls her eyes in response, as Tony and Bruce give you a hug before sitting down and Pepper picks up your daughter.

“Come on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?” Pepper asked.

“Yay!” Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morgan’s room.

“Okay, some quick do’s and dont’s for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front our child. Mila’s bedtime is 7 pm and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her a bedtime story. Oh, and if she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?”

“Geez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,” Clint whispered to Kate.

“It’s going to be alright Natasha,” Wanda reassured. “We’re a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you two”, Wanda says as she hands you a tin full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip.

You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. “Wanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.”

Just as you complete the sentence, Mila ran back into the room. “Mommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we’re going to watch it tonight before bedtime.”

“That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you are going to be a good girl for your aunts and uncles and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.” you said.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” She said as she hugs you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their special way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony having offered one for easy and convenient travel.

*^~^*

By the time you arrived at your hotel in Paris, it’s almost dinner time. After some sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you got back to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bed. Lovingly cuddled up under a blanket with Yelena.

“See, she’s okay”, you said lovingly as Natasha smiles widely at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.

As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.

You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steve’s Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow.

Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found herself finding any excuse to attend Steve’s meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home.

You weren’t a hero or a super soldier. You didn’t remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, and that was what Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely the walls came down for both of you.

When she told you about the Time Heist, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew that she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtaking you all over again.

As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

So much life had happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned, bought your own house, and five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldn’t believe how much you loved them both. Fading back into the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natasha’s unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.

*^~^*

It’s Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout.

“Hey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?” he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter.

Before Mila can even respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wanda’s red magic. “Auntie Wanda did make those, but they’re only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?” Wanda said to Clint, with a raised eyebrow.

“No”, Clint grumbled.

“Then make your own breakfast, Hawkeye,” Wanda sighed, patting him on the back.

After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is in his room working on a mission report when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. “Mr. Rogers, I’m picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.” Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturned Captain America shield pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing.

“My shield is not a toy!” Steve yelled out the window.

“Oh, hey Cap! It does make a great sled, doesn’t it?” Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughs out loud.

Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Mila’s godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done.

That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda.

“Hey Mila, what are you up to?”

“Coloring, do you want to help us?” Mila asked happily.

Peter nodded, and for the next twenty minutes, they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsa’s Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peter’s Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag.

“Pretty!” Mila said with wide eyes.

“You like it?” Peter asked.

“Yes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!” Mila declares.

“Something like that” Peter chuckled and tousled her hair.

Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for a half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was normally annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peter’s current location.

“Mr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.” Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.

“Hey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to — “

Tony stopped in his tracks as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the entire spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there.

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila shouted as Peter’s web carries them across the room to the top of the bookcase.

Tony’s eyes follow the pair around the room. Putting on his best poker face, “Okay. I won’t tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.” Tony warned.

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark” Peter giving Tony a thumbs up.

“And for God’s sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!” Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab.

*^~^*

In the city of love, you and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River. It was magical. You had seen the Musée d’Orsay, the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower when your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought I’d drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?”

“Paris for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?” you said giddily, as Natasha puts her arms around your waist and lovingly kisses your cheek.

“Wow, that’s wonderful! Where’s your little mini-me?” Carol asked.

“With the team, actually if you’re going there anyway could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?” Natasha inquired.

“Of course. You know you never have to ask.”

“Thank you, Carol”, you gratefully respond. We’ll be back tomorrow evening, so I’m sure we’ll see you then.” Carol gave you a mock salute, before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket.

“You look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe you’re mine.” Nat waxed poetically, as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Detka! We said no gifts this year, this trip is gift enough.” Nat facetiously scolded.

“I know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,” you said sheepishly.

Natasha opens the box to reveal a simple and delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. One that Clint had taken during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clint’s front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It had quickly become one of your favorite photos of your small, yet precious family.

“This is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?”

You move Natasha’s braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldn’t be happier than you were in this moment.

*^~^*

The Sunday morning sun is slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie coming from her phone when The God of Thunder made his entrance through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena, but ran toward him when she realized it’s only her Uncle Thor materializing in front of them, leaving his trademark on Pepper’s Persian rug.

“Must you do that every time? You’re becoming more of a poser than my sister.” Yelena remarked.

“Of course,” Thor said nonchalantly. “It is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.”

He reachesd down and lifts Mila up with one arm, “Odin’s Beard! You’ve gotten so big since the last time I saw you, Mila.” Thor declared

“I know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?” Mila squealed.

“Yes! Now, let’s see here… Asgardian Ale, Mead, no… ah, here it is!” He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.

“Wow. Pretty snow globe….” Mila whispered.

“It is indeed”, Thor said, sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the little girl. “This is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?” He pointed. “Most importantly Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.”

“Thank you, Uncle Thor!”, Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I’m going to show it to my Teddy Bear!” Running to her bedroom.

“You spoil her, you know”, Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen.

“I know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.” Thor declared.

Carol arrives shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie, as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.

“Roll over! Good girl, Fanny!” Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of one of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.

“Well done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,” winking at her niece.

“Fruits and veggies right, Yelena?” Carol deadpanned as Mila runs over and jumps into Captain Marvel’s arms.

“Auntie Carol! When did you get here?” Your daughter giggled.

“Just a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you so much and can’t wait to see you when they get home tonight.” Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.

*^~^*

The sun was setting on your third day in Paris. You and Natasha spent the afternoon exploring the mysteries of the Louvre. You had always wanted to see the Mona Lisa in person, and Natasha was determined to make it happen. Even if it meant pushing through a crowd of tourists who got out of the way quickly when they realized the Black Widow was the one asking them to kindly move the fuck over.

You made the short walk back to your hotel and are enjoying a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natasha’s phone dinged.

Carol: Hey lovebirds, all good here. Mila is doing great and is so excited to see you when you get back. However, I have a feeling you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some “special” presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. 😘

Natasha giggled, showing you the text.

“The important thing is that they’re bonding,” placing a delicate kiss on her temple.

Following Wanda’s scrumptious dinner of Chicken Paprikash, your daughter was watching Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.

“Hey, kiddo do you want to come down to the lab with me and see the new Iron Man suit the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?”

“Yay!” Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Sir, I believe Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila whilst she is in our care.”

“Relax, chrome dome. We’re just looking at the new virtual mockup.” Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab.

*^~^*

A few hours later, Natasha landed the Quinjet and takes a deep breath as she reached across the console for your hand. You both stare out at the lights of the team living quarters in the distance.

“This has been a wonderful anniversary. I love you so much,” you said. “I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family that she will always remember.” You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caresses your cheek.

“You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just… never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.”

“I know, my love”, you said quietly. Now, let’s go get our daughter and go home.”

You walked into the compound to shouting and the sound of Fanny and Lucky barking. Natasha was about to reach for her spare Widow Bites when you both heard your daughter laughing.

The two of you entered the common room to the sight of your daughter running through the compound. She was dressed in her pajamas and one of Tony’s Iron Man helmets; a can of whipped cream in her little hands. Yelena and the rest of the team are hot on her heels; puffs of whipped cream flew behind her.

Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. “Oh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can see”, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.

Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha.

“Mommy, Mama! You’re here!!” she squealed, running into Natasha’s arms.

“Hi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!” Natasha said as she wraps Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same.

“It looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes.

“I had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!” Your daughter rambled happily.

Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure.

“Wow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!” Are you ready to go home now?” Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we’ll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why don’t you go get your Teddy bear?” you suggested.

“I’ll help her with her things,” Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom.

“We can’t thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.” You said as you move through the group hugging every one.

She is always welcome here, you two know that.” Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team.

A few minutes later, Mila reappeared with her unicorn backpack and Yelena in tow carrying a couple more bags than what you dropped her off with. You shake your head, knowing full well that the team spoiled her with gifts. Natasha squatted down to Mila’s level and puts her hand lovingly on her back. “Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?” she asked. Mila walked around the room and hugged everyone. It warms Natasha’s heart to see her family embrace your daughter with so much love and affection.

Mila fell asleep five minutes after you put her in her car seat. When you arrived home, Natasha carried her to her bed. She carefully set Mila down and pulled up the covers. You both place a gentle kiss on her forehead and quietly tiptoe out of her room. You make your way to your bedroom, deciding to leave the unpacking for the morning, both too jet lagged. Natasha sat up in bed reading with her glasses sliding adorably down her nose when you turned off the bathroom light and crawled into bed beside her.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love” you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kiss her lips. “But there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Returning the kiss.

As Natasha starts to fall asleep, she can’t help but recall the journey that brought her here. She used to have nothing. Indoctrinated into Red Room with no free-will. A ledger soaked with blood that she wanted more than anything to wipe clean. Then came the shot Clint didn’t take, the chance that Fury did, the found family that ultimately led her to you, and the miracle that is your daughter. Her family would always be there for her, and you and Mila were happy, healthy, and safe. She was better because of it. At last, Natasha Romanoff was at peace.

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imtryingbuck · 2 months

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Forty

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 3,748

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. death. mentions of domestic abuse and child abuse.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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When she was released from the hospital, Jamie was a month old. She was released two days before Georgias fifth birthday which made the little girl happy, she finally had her mommy back at home with her.

Her birthday party was magical, Y/n was a tiny little bit jealous if she was honest. The bouncy castle, the face painting station that Wanda was manning, the fairy lights set up all around the backyard that Bucky and Sam put up. There was even a costume station for all the kids to play dress up that Nat had brought with her. It was something that she would have loved when she was younger.

Georgia made Y/n put on fairy wings so they could be fairies together, she tried to put on a pirate hat on her baby brother but because it was too big for his tiny head it kept falling off making the five year old giggle.

All the children that came enjoyed it, so did some of the parents.

Georgia had truly been spoiled.

Three months after Jamie turned two years old they were at George’s and Winnie’s house having Sunday dinner, Jamie was in his granddads arms giggling to the funny voices George was talking to him in when all of a sudden George handed Winnie their grandson and started to clutch his chest.

By the time the ambulance arrived it was too late.

George had died of a heart attack.

The turn out to his funeral was huge, family friends and strangers had gathered to celebrate the life of the greatest man anyone had the pleasure of meeting.

Y/n held Bucky late at night when he cried. Her tears dropping on his fluffy hair as she did.

George Barnes was an incredible husband, father, grandfather and friend to all. He was deeply missed.

Then tragedy struck again, a year later on the very date of George’s passing. Winnie took her last breath.

It was Y/n who had found her, the family arrived at the house to have dinner and to release balloons for George. Bucky had let them all in with his key finding it odd that his ma wasn’t already waiting for them. Y/n said she would check upstairs, she knocked on the door to the spare bedroom that Winnie had moved into, not wanting to sleep in the same bed she shared with her husband. Getting no response she opened the door but found the bed empty, still till this day she doesn’t know why but she went to the master bedroom and that’s where she found her surrogate mom, her mother in law.

Winnie had passed away in her sleep.

Bucky struggled with the death of his ma, he snapped at everyone, pushed his wife, children and friends away. And at first Y/n allowed it as he was grieving but when he shouted at Jamie when he tried to show his dad the drawing he had made, making the three year old cry and stumble backwards. That was it. She snapped at Bucky, she told him she knew what he was going through but there was no need to make their son cry which had Bucky shouting that Maria wasn’t even her real mom, as soon as those words left his mouth he slammed his lips shut. Regret already evident in his eyes, an apology on the tip of his tongue but it was too late. She told him to get out of the house.

Both of them thought that because this was their first serious argument that they were going to have to get divorce. A thought that terrified the both.

Y/n never knew how to ride a horse before until she was twenty eight, Bucky paid for horse riding lessons which were… amusing to everyone other than Y/n. She lost count of how many times she fell off the god damn animal, or how many times Lolly the mare just wouldn’t listen to her commands finding eating the grass more better than listening to the woman sat on her back.

Bucky kept his promise that he made when he was just eleven years old. He proudly brought her a horse that she named Squid. Squid was gorgeous in every sense of the word truly he was.

*eight years ago*

“Bun can you remember what you asked Santa to get you for Christmas when you was eleven?”

“Of course. I asked for a pony, told him I didn’t care what colour or gender it was and I promised I’d look after it forever but I told you after that I wanted a horsey instead, why?”

Chuckling as she remembered exactly what she wrote down on her Christmas list he took her hand and walked down the street, ignoring her questions about what was happening. “I promised you that I would get you a pony, didn’t I? Well go over to that stable and meet your new friend” Bucky gestured to where a woman was standing smiling.

Giving her a slight push when she wouldn’t move, her eyes wide and head turning to face the woman and back to Bucky. With his gentle push she walked over to where the woman stood. Inside the stable laid a gorgeous brown and white spotted body of a pony.

“You didn’t? Ducky! Yo-you got me a pony?” She cried not taking her eyes off her fury new friend.

“Well it’s not a pony but a horse because I knew you wanted one instead, but I can always get you a po-“ Bucky get cut off when Y/n jumps into his arms and starts kissing him all over his face.

“I love it! I love you! Thank you Ducky”

*present time*

Eight years later Squid and his wife Penelope - another horse Bucky brought her and yes Y/n married them - were in their stable together as Penelope was giving birth. “Ducky! Ducky quick it’s happening!”

“Bunny baby I don’t want to see it!”

“Don’t be rude come on, oh-it’s-oh that’s a bit gross-I mean it’s beautiful Duck” Bucky stood on the other side of the stable wall rolling his eyes as Y/n gags yet trying to tell him what was happening was beautiful.

A few minutes later Y/n came out of the stable with tears in her eyes. Bucky’s heart dropped thinking something was wrong. “It’s a girl Duck, a beautiful baby girl”

“What are you naming her?” Bucky asked wrapping his arms around his wife looking at mom and dad cleaning their baby up.

“Would you be mad if I named her Duck?”

“After me?”

“Well yeah, you were the one that said Loopy was pregnant in the first place so…would you?”

“Not at all crazy woman”

Watching the love of his life excited to meet the foal Bucky knew that he had done amazing when he surprised her all those years ago with Squid.

Y/n didn’t think that she would be nearing forty years old with two one year olds, a five year old and a ten year old but that’s what she was doing.

She found out she was pregnant once again and because she was older she was more nervous about the pregnancy than she was when she was pregnant with Georgia.

When the nurse told them that there was two heart beats Bucky was ecstatic, of course he was he wasn’t the one that was going to be giving birth to them.

Two healthy baby boys were born three days before Y/n’s birthday.

Stevie Thomas Barnes and Sammy William Barnes.

Steve and Sam burst out crying when they heard the names of their nephews.

“Bunny?”

“In the twins room”

Hearing the heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs she watched the boys as they slept. Smiling when she felt Bucky’s arms wrap themselves around her waist.

“You being a perv again?” Bucky asked her as he placed a kiss to her temple.

“Obviously. Are the kids with Tony?”

“Yeah, you should have seen Jamie when he saw Peter. He ran straight over to him and his girlfriend and jumped straight on Peters head”

Laughing at the image of her five year old jumping on his cousins head “He is his favourite cousin, you know this”

Peter was a teenager that Tony had saved from the streets, he and Pepper found out that the boy didn’t have any family left after his aunt had passed away. They adopted him which Peter was happy and shocked about. He was such a lovely kid, perfect with the kids especially Jamie.

“Little man’s never subtle with letting everyone know who’s his favourite is, is he?”

“Nope never”

“So…are you ready to be turning forty?”

He knew for a fact she wasn’t.

“Forty? Don’t you mean thirty?”

“Nope Bunny you’re getting so old no-ow-your old now-ow Bun, baby stop elbowing me”

“Stop calling me old then”

“But it’s the tru-“

“Your forty one so shut up”

“I know” he sighs dramatically “I’m so old, I think you need to change my dipper”

“Your an idiot”

“Ah yes but I’m your idiot.”

Nodding at his statement they left the sleeping babies alone.

Y/n knew that Bucky had been up to something for months but couldn’t quite figure out what it was. His office doors were locked which was something that he had never done before.

He would get phone calls and always took them outside, at first she thought he was having an affair but shook that idea away out of her mind. She trusted him with her life.

On the day of her birthday she woke up to Georgia and Jamie bouncing on her bed screaming ‘happy birthday’. Bucky handed her the twins as she sat up and left the room with Georgia, coming back five minutes later Bucky holding a tray containing her breakfast and a fresh hot cup of tea, and Georgia dragging in a big bag behind her before she let go of the handles and ran back out, when she returned she had five huge bouquet of flowers in her arms.

“Happy birthday mommy these are for you” Georgia shoved all the flowers into Y/n’s face.

“One from each of our little rugrats and one from your very handsome Ducky” Bucky told her as he set the vases out, already filled with water. She didn’t even notice that they were there.

“Thank you my precious babies and thank you my very handsome Ducky” giving him a kiss both Georgia and Jamie saying ‘ew’ in the background.

The second she finished her last bite of food Georgia was putting presents in her hands. Each present she loved, they were all from her children.

Only one present from Bucky. A gorgeous diamond necklace.

After the presents were opened and the wrapping paper was binned she was told that she needed to have a shower and get dressed, Bucky told her that they had a day planned for her.

Three hours later cleaned and dressed Y/n went down the stairs finding it suspicious that it was noticeably quiet.

“Duck?”

“Living room my love”

“Where are the kids?”

“Nat and Bruce came to kidnap them. Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Daily” she smiled. Bucky took her hands in his and started dancing with her. “There’s no music Buck”

“Never needed music to dance with you my love, god I truly am the luckiest man in the world to have you in my arms. And I swear you get more and more beautiful as time goes on”

“Until you see the scars and stretch marks and I’m hid-“

“Don’t even think about finishing that word Bun I swear to god!” His voice dropped low, hating how she thinks that about herself when he’s always found her beautiful inside and out, scars and stretch marks, his wife, his Bunny was the most prettiest woman in the world. “Baby you are stunning”

“I love you James Buchanan Barnes more and more everyday”

“And I love you Y/n M/n Barnes more and more everyday”

Kissing each other passionately and deeply as they continued to dance together it was Bucky who pulled away first. “Come on my Bunny we’ve got places to be”

“Where are we going?”

“That my secret that you have to try and find out”

Bucky helped Y/n in to the car once she was settled in he got himself situated behind the wheel, he pulled out of the driveway once the gate opened the moment he was on the road he took her hand in his. Just like always.

The familiar street of where George and Winnie’s former home sits came into view, Y/n looked over at Bucky noticing that he had a small smile on his face. Her heart ached when she saw a moving van parked in the driveway of her parents in laws home, Bucky and Rebecca had decided to sell their childhood home, their way of moving on and they knew that their parents would have wanted a new family to make happy memories just as they did.

The new owners were husband and wife with two children, a boy and a girl.

“Buck?”

“Hold on pretty girl”

He drove up the same side road that he took her up on their first date. However it was a lot different now that the very large piece of land had the trees cut down by the state, they had plans to build on the land but with the lack of funding it never happened.

If she squinted in the distance she could see the ruined remains of her childhood home.

“Ducky this is private property…”

“I know, but I won’t tell if you don’t” she rolls her eyes as he winks, he notices and laughs.

“But we’re going to get into trou-“ the words die on her tongue when she sees balloons, tables and her family standing there with huge smiles on their faces.

“Happy birthday my love”

“Du-Ducky this is…”

Getting out of the car shakily with the help from Bucky she laughs when Georgia and Jamie along with her nieces and nephews come running over screaming ‘surprise’.

“Happy birthday angel” Howard says giving her a hug and a kiss on her cheek.

Everyone wishes her a happy birthday, presents were opened and she thanked every single one of them, protesting when she opened checks containing quite a substantial amount of money, they just smiled at her.

Nat handed Sammy over to his uncle Sam and ran over to her car with Bruce returning with a huge cake. Y/n laughed when she saw the candles. Thirty.

They sang happy birthday with the children running around clapping and cheering when she blew the candles out. Music started playing and everyone started dancing, laughing at each other’s dance moves. Y/n was dancing along with Nat, Wanda and Peggy gasping loudly and grabbing Wanda’s arm when she saw Billy dancing with Georgia, her shy little Billiam leant in and kissed Georgia on her cheek. Both of them blushing violently.

“Oh. My. God. Y/n it’s happening!” Wanda squealed as quiet as she could.

“I can’t believe he ran off afterwards” Y/n laughed.

“That’s what Vis did after he kissed me for the first time” Wanda shrugged.

A few minutes later Y/n went off to find Billy, finding him kicking a stone near the pond. Sneaking up on him she made him scream.

“Auntie Y/n!”

“Gotcha monkey”

“You scared me”

“I would say sorry if I was but I’m not so” sticking her tongue out at him after he does it first.

Billy sat down and looked up at his favourite aunt, patting the ground next to him Y/n made him laugh as she bowed to him. He always thought she was weird but that was just his auntie and he loved her.

“What brings you over here Billy Bob?”

“It’s nice over here. I like it”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Nodding excitedly at the prospect of being in on a secret he watched her pick up a twig off the ground and start to drag it through the dried mud.

“I use to come here all the time when I was a kid, it was my safe haven”

“Really?”

“Yeah” smiling at the memories of spending the majority of her childhood at that very same spot. “I met uncle Bucky in the woods when I was six and I brought him here to this very pond”

“Did you live in the woods?”

Laughing she shook her head “no, I-I use to live over there�� she points in the direction of her former home.

“Why did you come here? Wasn’t your parents worried? Mom and dad always gets worried when I go down to the lake near home”

“That’s just because they care about you Bill, they worry incase you get hurt and they aren’t there to help you”

Billy wasn’t stupid, he knew she had avoided his questions so he asked again.

“Well…my real father was very mean and my mama was always working, she never knew that I came here”

“Why was he mean?”

“I don’t know, I always wondered that too”

“D-did he hurt you?”

“He did, badly” his eyes went down to his hands and started to twist his fingers, she noticed straight away. “Billy look at me, come on let me see that handsome face of yours-there it is-I’m okay now, grandad George and Howard and grandma Winnie and Maria saved me. And I’ve never been hurt since”

“B-but why would he hurt you? You was a child like me and my mom and dad don’t hurt me, you and uncle Bucky don’t hurt Georgia or Jamie or the twins so why did he do it to you? It’s not fair”

Her heart squeezed at the fact that an eleven year old could tell that it wasn’t fair for a child to be subjected to abuse by a parent. Like he said she was a child just like he was and he couldn’t understand why it happened. Neither did she.

“Because some people can be very mean and can’t tell the difference between right and wrong, your mom and dad are good people Billy and they would never hurt you because they love you so so so much. And for Bucky and I, we couldn’t never hurt our children no matter what because we love them.“

“I’m not mean am I?”

“You? Oh god no Billiam, you are the sweetest person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing”

“I’m scary though”

“Oh the scariest!” Laughing with him when they both knew what they had just said was a lie.

“Auntie Y/n c-can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can monkey”

“I-I-I kissed Georgia”

“You did?”

“Yes on her cheek” he confessed, smiling shyly.

“Do you like Georgia?”

“I do, she’s so pretty”

“She is isn’t she?”

“Yeah. D-do you think she l-likes me back?”

“I’m not sure monkey, she’d be stupid if she didn’t”

“Bunny? Ah I found you. You kidnap my wife Billy?”

“I guess”

Laughing at his reply Billy stood up and held his hand out for Y/n to help her stand. Ever the little gentleman.

“Come on Bun, we’ve got one more present for you. Come on Bill” Hand in hand with his wife and godson he leads them to where everyone was waiting. “So Bun, your last present comes from both me and your dad”

Howard steps forward leaning heavily on his walking cane in one hand and in the other hand was an envelope. Handing it to his daughter he smiled. “Open it angel”

Doing as her dad told her to do she opened the envelope and pulled out the papers now in her hand. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion she looks up at Bucky and Howard.

“I-wha-I don’t get it…”

“Me and your dad brought the land-“

“No I get that but why?”

“You remember a few years back when we was talking and you said that you’ve been wanting to open up a safe haven for women who suffer from domestic abuse and children who are abused?”

“Yeah…it was-wait do you remember that?”

“Of course I do Bun. When we heard that this area was being destroyed to build houses which obviously never happened, I told your dad about your dream. So we brought the land. We already have builders and contractors at the ready, they’re just waiting on you to give the go ahead”

“I-I-really?”

“Yes angel, everyone’s been working secretly for three years-“

“Three frigging years!”

“Yes” Howard laughs “been getting things that you’re going to need, furniture, clothes, things that will be needed”

“Three years?” Everyone laughs as she asks how long again, they’d been keeping a huge secret from her for so long and she didn’t even know.

“So…Bunny what do you say? Are you going to give the go ahead on creating a safe haven for women and children?”

“Yes! Frigging sugarplum yes!”

Even at forty years old she still refuses to swear.

“Buck they don’t have any floor plans and they don’t know what I want and they-oh my god it’s not going to work Ducky! Money…do we have enough money to do this whilst having four children and a house and what about materials? We don’t have-“

“Bunny calm down! Baby look at me, everything is fine. I found your drawings on how you wanted it to look, if you want to change it that’s okay as they’ve got to do the ground first. And knock down the hous-“

“I want to do that. Please Ducky”

“Then it’s done”

“Really? And money and materials Bucky it’s not going to work”

“Really. Y/n it is. We have enough money, more than enough and all the materials are already ready to be used. It’s going to work baby I promise”

For the past five years Bucky watched as his wife’s spark lessened as the months went by, it crushed him. If having to lie in bed next to the greatest love of his life listening to her ramble about the plans she has and showing him her designs at five past one in the morning than that’s what he’s going to do and do it with a smile on his face. For the first time in five years his Bunny has that spark back in her eyes, the very same he fell in love with all those years ago.

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Intoxicated Confessions

Summary: Tony threw a party for Sam's birthday, but Natasha was out of town on a mission.

Warnings: None. Fluff :)

AN: This has been sitting for a while and kind of sorta is a part 2 for Needs. I can't help myself with the fwb trope. But this is a precursor to something more spicy if I ever get around to writing it

Tony threw parties like no one else. It became even more apparent when you became an Avenger. Sometimes it was every other week that the lounge would be decked out from floor to ceiling in extravagant decor, as if there was something to celebrate. Most of the time there wasn't. But living the lifestyle of an Avenger meant stress. Lots of stress. So hardly no one complained about the frequency of such vivacious events. It was nice to let loose. This week though, it was Sam's birthday.

You would show up to the parties typically later than your coworkers; giving them a chance to loosen up before you made your appearance. You always hated the awkward conversations that you found yourself in when everyone was still sober and finding who they wanted to go home with that night.

Lucky for you, you knew who you would be in bed with. You and Natasha found yourselves slipping out of the party early on more than one occasion - trading the loud atmosphere for one that was more intimate.

But tonight wasn't one of those nights. Of course, Natasha had to be given a last minute assignment earlier in the week. She shared in confidence her annoyance at the abrupt change of schedule.

"Why is it always me who suddenly has to get on a Quinjet to fly to the middle of nowhere? No one else can hack a damn computer?" She gruffed as she moved around her room to pack her mission bag.

"No one else is as good as you, Nat" you replied with a small smile, attempting to change the tone of the conversation.

Natasha didn't reply right away as she stuffed her duffel bag tightly and zipped it shut. She turned towards you and said, "You know I was actually looking forward to the party. It's Sam's first birthday with us." She turned back towards her bag making sure it was closed all the way. She began again, "Plus I like watching you drunkenly pretend you're not staring at my ass." She let out a small giggle and looked over her shoulder at you. You smiled and felt your cheeks get warm.

"It's an easy mission, right? You might make it back in time."

"Maybe. We'll see."

So here you are. Perched on a bar stool stirring your drink around like it was a game. The ice clinked against the glass, over and over. The chance that Natasha would be here before the party ended dwindled. You were sure she was out there kicking ass, while you lazily sipped your vodka. You thought the situation was backwards. She should be the one relaxing, not you. Suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder.

"Hey Y/N, why don't you stop pouting and come hangout with the rest of us?" Wanda teased.

You raised an eyebrow and threw back the rest of your drink before saying, "I wasn't pouting, for your information." You began to stand up to follow Wanda.

"Whatever you say", she threw her hands up in mock surrender, "help me grab some drinks before we head over there."

You helped Wanda bring over the drinks to your friends who were sitting on various couches and chairs, each engaging in several conversations at once. The chatter stopped once they saw you holding the booze they requested.

Thor quickly grabbed two out of your hands and mumbled a thanks before relaxing back down. You offered Sam one and sat on an open chair to join the conversation.

Hours, and many drinks later, the night had come to an end.

Natasha slung her duffel bag over her shoulder as she approached the elevator. It was almost five in the morning and she couldn't wait to get in her bed. She pressed the button for the lobby and sighed as she let her body relax a little. She wondered how the party went and quickly pulled out her phone to check her text messages. Part of her was hoping to see a text from you, but instead she got one from Wanda from earlier in the night. A selfie with you to her side, sticking your tongue out, and Sam further back making a face at you.

Natasha smiled to herself then put her phone away. She stepped into the elevator and kicked herself for missing out. She would have to get the recap from you tomorrow. Surely you would be sleeping.

She walked down the hallway to her room but stilled briefly when she realized her door was slightly ajar with the lights on. She slowly creeped up and pushed the door open more, not sure what to find on the other side.

Her eyes quickly locked onto the figure sprawled out in all directions on her bed. You. And atop your head you were a sporting a party hat that belonged to Sam.

She dropped her bags and couldn't help the way her lips curled up into a smile. You had come to wait for her, but fell asleep in the process.

She walked over to rub your back and found your phone laid a few inches away from your hand. The screen was still on and upon further examination she realized it was open to your text messages, with one in the process of being written out.

'Miss ur face nat. Im drink. I mis yo'

The half written message made Natasha giggle a bit before pushing your body over to make room for herself. At that you began to stir, the party hat slowly dropping over your eyes. You pushed it out of the way and squinted to adjust to the light. Once your eyes caught glimpse of the red hair you immediately began to crawl to rest your head in her lap.

Natasha whispered a "hello" and you looked up at her, still clearly intoxicated, and mumbled something that sounded like "wanted to wait for you".

She took a second to study the way your hair fell around your face, then locked eyes with you again when she saw your mouth open to speak again.

"Can I stay in here?" You said slowly. She pulled you closer and replied "of course". You buried your head in her neck and began to feel the arms of sleep take over you again.

Natasha stroked your arm while fighting with herself internally. Natasha knew there was something more between you two than sex. And she had known it for awhile. But she agreed to keep things strictly sexual. There was no room for anything more complicated than that in your line of work. She had never been with anybody like that. How would it work? What if you didn't want to pursue something like that in the first place?

She turned off the lamp you had left on earlier and let her eyelids flutter shut. She needed to tell you how she really felt, soon.

#natalia romanova #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #marvel #natasha x you #natasha romanov #i need her biblically

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this has to be perfect!

fluffy birthday fic

*not my gif*

bucky didn't like to celebrate his birthday. all those years in and out of cryo, he just felt like it didn't mean much anymore. besides, he didn't need some crazy celebration. all he wanted was you.

but that didn't stop you from planning a surprise party. sam was in on it too of course. "do i get to do the message on the cake?" he asked a little too enthusiastically.

"absolutely not," you gave him a stern look. "but it'd be a big help if you put the helium in those balloons." you waved towards the big helium tank. sam smirked and got to work immediately.

it was a full proof plan. all you had to do was make sure bucky didn't suspect a thing.

bucky had received a text the night before as the two of you were lying on the couch. "steve wants to go for a run and get a coffee in the morning." he said.

you nodded and tried to hide your smile, "really? that's great! you should go!"

yup. totally not suspicious.

you kissed him before he left the next morning and made sure to wish him a happy birthday. you ignored the eye roll he gave you.

and you were running out of time. "okay people," you clapped your hands. "sam, don't forget the ribbons on the ends of those balloons."

steve had kept him busy for a couple of hours, but he'd already sent you a couple texts about bucky wanting to get back. he was officially running out of excuses.

sam only nodded in response which made you arch a brow, but your attention was quickly diverted when scott knocked over the pile of presents. "sorry!" you ran over to help him pick them up.

"i was just making the card and i didn't know if i should write 'happy birthday, buddy' or just 'happy birthday dude', cause you know...we don't know each other that well and i don't want him to feel awkward-" he began to ramble but was quickly interrupted by nat who tapped you on the shoulder.

you turned to her and she shrugged, "record players not working." your face dropped, "no no no no! please," you ran over to it and tried to clean it, turn it off and back on, whatever you could do. "this has to be perfect!" you begged the device.

"is this a bad time?" a sokovian accent asked softly. you looked over at wanda, who was wearing an apron that read 'my kitchen my rules', with a dispirited expression.

you could tell she had bad news so you waited to hear it. she grimaced, "the cake batter is taking a little longer to brown than expected."

you nodded and pursed your lips.

"that's fine! i'm sure steve can keep him busy for a little longer" you tried to keep it together, but then you heard keys turning in the door.

SHIT!

you waved everyone back to their stations and rushed to the door. you pushed your way through it, causing bucky and steve to take a step back. "bucky!" you said excitedly, but he could tell you were on edge.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and at first it was to keep him distracted out there, but suddenly you just melted. it turned out a hug was exactly what you needed.

you were finally able to take a deep breath. you pulled away from him and grabbed his hand with a smile. "come with me," you said before leading him into the apartment.

"surprise!" everyone shouted. sam didn't notice the two of you walking in, so he turned around late and yelled out a very high pitched, "surprise!"

you couldn't help but laugh.

bucky was smiling too as he looked around the room, but he turned to you with confusion etched across his features. "what's all this about?"

"it's your birthday!" you said as if it was obvious.

"i know, i just mean...you didn't have to go through the trouble. it's just a birthday," he shook his head.

your heart ached for the man who'd been through lifetimes of pain, "james. listen to me. i love you and celebrating the day that you were born is important to me, because i couldn't imagine life without you."

his grinned and looked into your eyes sincerely, "i love you too, doll."

and for a moment it was as if you were the only ones in that apartment, face to face and full of joy.

until scott walked over, "sorry if i'm ruining a moment or something. just wanted to give you this," he winked. he handed bucky a card with a hand drawn portrait of himself and bucky side hugging.

at the top it read, "happy birthday bestie!"

#bucky #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #mcu #avengers #fanfiction #marvel fluff #fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes is 107 #bucky barnes birthday #comfort #scott lang #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #steve rogers

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 25

Masterlist

Warning: mention of past trauma, self-hatred, fluff lots and lots of fluff, lying (but like it's for a surprise), almost first kiss

Word Count: 4.8k

“Could this have not waited at a more reasonable time?” Tony asked, sipping on a cup of coffee. Natasha fought an eye roll and a snarky comment that threatened to fall from her lips. It was 10:45 pm. Yelena snorted

“Please, Stark,” she said. “It’s not like you sleep anyways.” Her sister beat her to the comment she was going to make. Natasha wanted to have this meeting much earlier. Getting the young girl absent from this little get-together and who this meeting was about was challenging. The Black Widow blamed it on the candy Maria, who was slipping her candy during the movie. Sam, Wanda, and herself were standing in front of the team.

“We’ll keep this quick,” Sam said. “The three of us learned recently that Y/n has never celebrated her birthday.”

“She doesn’t even know the day she was born.” It made Natasha’s blood boil at the girl’s confession. She could tell it bothered her more than she wanted to let on.

“That is..”

“Not surprising,” Vision finished off Steve’s trailed-off sentence. “FRIDAY couldn’t find any official document of her birth. It’s no shock that her parents never disclosed that information.” Parents were a loose way to describe who those people were to her. Hell, Alexei and Melina were better parents to her and Yelena, and they were brought together for a Red Room mission.

“So,” America said, a smile creeping up to her face. Natasha had a feeling she knew the direction this conversation was headed. “When are we throwing her a party?”

“That’s what we wanted to discuss,” the Black Widow said. “Are we cool with throwing her a party?” Maria rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.

“Please, Nat, you could have said, ‘I want to do something for Y/n,’ and we would agree to help,” the agent smiled. “That girl has us all wrapped around her finger.”

“We would do anything to see her smile,” Bucky added. “What’s the plan?”

Somehow, Natasha and Wanda crept back into their bed without waking the teen. The young girl seemed to find her way into their bed rather than her own. Natasha couldn’t care less. At least now the couple knew she was sleeping. The bed shifting under the weight caused her eyes to flutter open. “Is it morning?” The teen groaned. Natasha chuckled.

“No, we still have more hours to sleep.” She flipped on her back and glanced between the couple.

“Why are you up then?” She asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her lips were in a pout, which had Natasha biting her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Just an Avengers meeting,” Wanda said. “Nothing to worry about, so go back to sleep.” It was a white lie, but Natasha hated lying to her even though it was for a surprise. She watched the cogs turn in the girl’s head, almost seeing smoke coming from her ears.

“Are you guys leaving for a mission?” Natasha shook her head. “Good, because I don’t want to lose my cuddle buddies.” Her eyes began to close, and she moved her body closer to Natasha.

“We aren’t going anywhere, molniyenosnyy zhuk (lightning bug),” Natasha promised, kissing her on top of her head. Overall, it was a good plan. Pepper was responsible for booking vendors so no one had to cook or serve drinks. Maria and Tony were sending out invites to the rest of the team. Kate, America, and Yelena had the most important job of getting their friend out of the tower while the party was being sent up; Wanda and Sam were doing decorations. There was some underlying fear that Y/n would hate the party and shut down on them. It was amazing to see the progress. Natasha felt her girlfriend’s hand on her hip and squeezed it reassuringly. Now, she had to figure out the perfect girl for her.

“Guys,” you whined as you followed your friends through the busy New York City sidewalk. “Guys, I have homework to do!” When you finished your lessons, Yelena dragged you to the elevator and down to the garage, where America and Kate were waiting. They kidnapped you for a lack of a better word and now were leading you to an undisclosed location.

“Not today you don’t,” Kate smiled, lopping her arm with yours. “We got big plans.”

“I don’t even know what those plans are.” America lopped your free arm with hers this time, and you were sandwiched between the duo.

“Just trust us,” she smiled. The last time you trusted one of them, you we were freefalling through the multiverse and throwing up in a wizard’s cauldron, making you a little nervous. They were acting odd. It was customary for Kate and America to be on another energy level, but even Yelena had a pep in her step.

“I trust you,” Against your better judgment, you did.

“What am I even looking for?” You asked Yelena as you pushed through racks of clothes. They took you to Macey’s, a store you never dared to enter when you lived on the streets. Now, instead, you were a little overwhelmed and lost.

“Just pick whatever you think you’ll like,” she said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. It took more work. You groaned, and Yelena chuckled at your misery. “Look, finding your style will take time and a lot of trial and error. There is no wrong answer.”

It was how you found yourself in a changing room with Yelena on the other side of the door. You had yet to learn where America and Kate ran off to. You were changing into camo cargo pants and a black shirt. The sizing was the most challenging part because you gained a healthy weight while living at the tower. “I heard Pepper asking Tony about missing people reports in the houseless community,” Yelena said. “I’m guessing that was what you were doing.” You checked the outfit in the mirror, liking the pants but not the shirt. You opened the door. “Yes to the pants, but no to the shirt.”

“I thought the same thing,” you said and closed the door to change. “And yeah, that was me. Two people have said something to me about people going missing, so I brought it up to Pepper,” you shrugged and changed out of the outfit. Next was a pair of jeans and a graphic shirt, cut shorter than you were used to. You liked both. Opening the door, Yelena glanced up from her phone.

“Yes to both,” you smiled, nodding. Again, you went back into the room.

“Do you know if they found anything?” You asked. Yelena sighed.

“Not sure, I think Tony is being,” she paused. “What’s the word? Stone floor?” You giggled and checked out the next outfit. You liked the shirt but the shorts were a weird cut to them.

“I think you mean stonewalled,” you opened the door. “Means to be uncooperative.”

“Nerd,” the blonde teased with no actual malice. She tilted her head as she looked at the outfit you were wearing. “Yes to the shorts, no to the shirt.”

“Really?” You questioned, looking in the mirror one more time. “I thought the opposite.” You closed the door and put the shirt in the yes pile and the shorts in the maybe. The final outfit was out of your comfort zone. It was a black and white plaid skirt (Yelena was excited that it had pockets) and a black-sleeved shirt that came down to your elbows. Yelena picked out a pair of black vans to complete the look. Before your mind spiraled, you put it on quickly and looked in the mirror. The cut of the skirt seemed too short, and all of your scars seemed to be displaced. “Okay,” you said. “Don’t laugh at this one. How do I-” You opened the door, and instead of Yelena, America was there with a little bag by her feet. “Oh, hi.” You watched as her eyes looked you up and down. Her gaze made you feel self-conscious.

“You look beautiful,” she said.

“Oh,” you squeaked and felt warm, embarrassed by the sound escaping your lips. “No one has called me that before.” You were ugly, a monstrosity, but never beautiful. America was quick to her feet and stood in front of you.

“It’s the truth,” she said, taking your hands. You couldn’t look at her when she was this close, so you stared at your connected hands. “I would never lie to you.” She softly spoke those words, and your head snapped to look at her. It was hard to keep eye contact with her as her eyes flickered down to your lips and then back to your eyes. There was no way she couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating or the way your hands clammed up. Slowly, she leaned forward as if waiting for you to pull away. But you weren’t going to.

“Hey, are you almost ready?” you jumped back at the sound of Kate’s voice entering the changing room. “Damn,” she whistled. “You look good. You should wear that tonight.” She glanced between you and America, who immediately sat back in the chair. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nope!” You quickly said. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let me change.” You slammed the door closed, cringing slightly at the sound. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking as you tried to take the outfit off. America was going to kiss you. She was going to kiss you, and you would let her! Back in your clothes, you rested your head on the door. It took a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. Wait. Pause. Kate said tonight. What was happening tonight?

After Macey’s, Yelena drove all of you to Kate’s apartment, which she still had in the city. They only used it when they wanted a break from the team, which America was slightly offended by. Pizza was waiting for the group, and Kate told you you had about an hour to get ready. She said the Young Avengers were throwing a party on Peter’s floor, and even Kamala was journeying to the city. So you ate pizza, watched the fashion show that Kate and America put on, and changed into the skirt and shirt combo.

The hour flew by, and you were riding the elevator up to Peter’s floor, anxiously biting your lip. “Hey,” America linked her pinky with yours. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Just a little -wait,” you noticed the button for Peter’s floor wasn’t pressed, but the common floor was. “What’s going on?” You asked your friends; they were struggling to hide the smiles on their faces. The metal doors opened.

“Surprise!” The Avengers cheered, and confetti cannons went off and fell around you. The walls were draped in shimmering streamers of gold and silver, catching the light and casting a warm, celebratory glow. A large banner proclaiming “Happy Birthday Y/N!” in bold, cheerful letters hung proudly as the focal point. Balloons of various sizes and hues bobbed overhead, creating an ethereal ceiling of color.

The table was a symphony of presents, each carefully wrapped and topped with bows that sparkled in the light. The wrapping paper ranged from elegant patterns to vibrant designs.

“You little lairs,” you said, pushing the trio playfully. Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from the smile on your face. You never had a smile this big before.

“This was all them,” Kate pointed to the couple walking over to you. “We just played decoys.” You looked at the couple and ran over to them. Wanda and Natasha caught up in a hug.

“Is this okay?” The Black Widow asked. You saw the worried edge on her face.

“This is amazing,” you said. “You guys did all of this for me?” The couple smiled with a nod of their head. “Why?”

“Because you deserve a birthday party no matter how much you try to convince yourself you don’t need one.” Natasha tapped your nose, causing you to scrunch it.

“And look at this outfit,” Wanda grabbed your hand and spun around in a circle. The action caused you to dissolve into a fit of laughter. “You look so cute!”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “Yelena helped pick it out. She liked that it had pockets!”

“My sister does have excellent fashion sense,” Natasha mumbled. “Well, come on! You’re the star of the show, kid. You got some new people to meet!” There were so many people. Peter, MJ, and Ned hugged you and wished you a Happy Birthday. Kamala introduced you to Brunnhilde, but everyone called her Val, Carol’s girlfriend. You met Rocket and Nebula through Thor, and Shuri was excited for you to meet Riri. Meeting everyone new was fun, but you felt a sense of peace when you ran up to everyone you saw on a day-to-day basis. Sam picked you up in a hug and spun you around. Even Bucky hugged you, although he was a bit hesitant. Your heart was so whole that you couldn’t think it could improve until you saw two familiar figures from your family before the Avengers.

“Annie, Lucia,” Similarly to how you greeted Wanda and Natasha, you ran over to them, and thankfully, Paul was there to catch the two. “I can’t believe you came.”

“Easy there, sugar,” Annie said. “We aren’t as young as those two Avengers.” You giggled.

“Sorry, I got excited,” you looked at Paul. “Monsieur Breaux,” you said with a bad French accent and a slight bow. You saw the man roll his eyes, a smiling tugging at his usual stoic face.

“Cut it out, you whippersnapper,” he said, opening his arms for a hug. You gave him one. He smelt of cigar smoke and stale coffee. Similar to Annie, he was warm. “You’re looking good, kid.” He whispered and squeezed you tight.

“Feeling good, sir.” You smiled and felt an arm pulling you away from the man. It was Lucia who started dragging you towards the table of food.

“Mija,” she whispered, leaning close to you. “The Falcon. Is he single?” You stifled your laughter, which turned into a snort. Sam was leaning against the bar, waiting for his drink with Maria. You weren’t sure, but you noticed how he kept looking at the agent during movie nights or group dinners.

“I don’t know señora” you said. “Maybe you should shoot your shot as the kids say.” Lucia rolled her eyes.

“It’s nice to see you happy, mija. I’m very proud of you.” You grabbed a plate for her and looked around the common floor. Yeah, you were proud of yourself too.

“Hey, kid,” you looked at Tony. “Do you got a second?” You excused yourself from the group and followed Tony to a small table, a little off to the side of the party, where Pepper was sitting.

“Am I in trouble?” You questioned.

“Did you go something where you should be in trouble?” You shrugged at the CEO and sat in the empty chair. “We wanted to give you one of our presents before you opened the others.” You’ve been eyeing the table all night. You were very excited to open them. Tony set an envelope on the table, and you opened it carefully. It was a birth certificate with your legal name, and it was certified by the New York State Health Department, but there needed to be more information: your birth date and your parents’ names.

“I’m a little confused,” you admitted. Tony smiled.

“When Natasha first told us about you, I had FRIDAY do a search of who you are,” that made sense. Inviting a stranger into the Avengers Tower had a huge security risk. What was Natasha thinking? “We found no birth certificate.”

“Which means your biological parents never reported your birth to the health department,” you frowned. That was hurtful but not overall shocking. Pepper grabbed your hand. “We may never know your birthday, but we wanted to allow you to choose your new one.”

“It’s already signed and official, so the choice is yours.” Your choice. Your choice. You wondered if other kids would love to change their birthdays. Would they change it to summer instead of winter? Or away from a significant holiday. It was a lot of pressure, but you knew the day you wanted.

“The day Natasha found me. The day she saved my life,” Tony took the document and wrote the day, changing the year to match your age. “What about the parent’s spot?” You asked, taking the paper from him and putting it back into the envelope. “Who do I put there?” The billionaire rolled his eyes.

“Did you just ask that question?” He gestured with his drink behind you. Turning around, you saw who he was pointing to. Natasha and Wanda. They were playing darts against Yelena and Bucky. “They love you, kid,” Tony said, touching your shoulder. Loved you? Natasha and Wanda loved you? No one loved you even when you fought so hard for their affection. But they gave it to you without asking for anything in return. Natasha found your eyes immediately; she smiled and waved at you. You waved back.

“Sometimes that’s so hard to believe,” you said, turning back to look at Pepper and Tony.

“You are a wonderful person,” Pepper smiled. “Anybody would be lucky to have you as their daughter.”

Since it was your birthday celebration, finding a moment to talk to Natasha and Wanda was hard. Everyone wanted your attention. Thor wanted to discuss your ability and compare it to his. Shuri discussed your schooling, and Val wanted to know how your training was going and if you wanted her to take over. Kamala demanded you be her partner in the next ‘beer’ pong tournament. Even America, who you see every day, sought after your attention. You still needed to talk to her about what almost happened at Macey’s.

Once presents were opened, the cake was eaten, and a cringeworthily performance of Happy Birthday was sung, you finally had a free moment. Natasha pulled you over, the envelope that Tony and Pepper gave you still in your pocket. “Are you enjoying your birthday celebration?” Natasha asked as she sat down next to Wanda, and you sat in front of the couple. “I know Clint and Laura are upset they couldn’t make it. Lila had a school thing.” They gifted you a bow and arrow set that you were excited to test in training.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Honestly, I am exhausted, but this has been the second-best day of my life.”

“Second?” Wanda questioned. “What is the first?”

“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” Natasha leaned on the table with her elbows on top and folded her hands.

“You’ve been a surprise addition to this tower,” she stated. “There is a light you radiate that draws all of us in.”

“Sometimes it’s dull, but other times that light is so bright and warm it’s beautiful to see,” Wanda added. You felt your throat burn as you tried to keep the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“We want to make sure that light never goes out, so,” Natasha smiled, glancing at her girlfriend. “We want to adopt you.” Still, you felt your stomach drop. They wanted to adopt you. You. You were constantly told no one would ever love you, that you were a burden to everyone. But they wanted you. Similar to how you choose your birthday, they choose you. “But we wanted to ask you before we moved along with the process.”

Instead of answering, you smiled and pulled the envelope out of your pocket. “I said today is the second best day because the day you found me was the best day of my life,” you gave them the paper. “So when Tony asked me for a birthday to use, I said that date,” Natasha held the paper in her hands. “You saved my life, Nat. I don’t know how I’ll be able to repay you.” The Black Widow let out a shaky breath and placed the paper down.

“It’s not complete,” she said, pointing to the spot where your parent’s names would be. “Who are you putting there?”

“You guys. I never got to experience life before you opened your family up to me. I know I’ve said it a million times and I'll probably say it a million more. Thank you for this incredible life I get to live.” With tears in her eyes, Wanda waved her hand, and a pen appeared. Without hesitation, you handed the pen to them. It was the best decision you’ve made.

“I think that’s everything,” Riri said, placing the leftover food on the counter. The party was dying down on the common floor, and you weren’t surprised when America came up to tell you the party would continue on Peter’s floor. “Your folks know how to throw a party.” You smiled. It was nice hearing everyone refer to Natasha and Wanda as your parents. It wasn’t weird or strange it felt right.

“Yeah,” you huffed a sigh as you placed a box of champagne bottles on the ground. “But the Avengers sure know how to party,” Peter asked the AI to play music to fill the quiet air. There was no need for that as everyone began to get more food and drinks that Yelena was making; you weren’t sure how smart that was.

A game of Would you rather broke out that had you wiping away tears from your laughter. You noticed Carol and Val joining, and no one seemed to bat an eye at the couple. You liked Val. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see America. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Your stomach dropped at her question, but you managed to answer with a nod and followed her into the kitchen. “I wanted to give you your birthday present.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you said, putting your drink on the counter. Your friend rolled her eyes.

“Of course I did. Now close your eyes,” you smiled and did as you were told. “Hands out in front of you.” When your hands were out, you felt a bag placed in them. “Okay, you can open them.” You put the bag next to your drink. “I still have the receipt if you hate it.” It was cute how worried she was. Inside the white gift box were two jewelry boxes. You opened one. Inside were two rubber rings; one had a lightning bolt, and the other had a star that matched the design of America’s powers.

“These are amazing! Thank you!”

“We match,�� she showed you her hand. Unlike your rings, hers were made of metal, but the design was the same. “Open the next one.” You put the rings on and opened the second box. This time, the jewelry was metal; a dog tag engraved on it was ‘Stay Gold’ from the Outsiders. “It’s made out of bismuth. It’s the least conductive metal and electricity.” You were a little lost for words.

“Can you put it on for me?” You whispered, handing her the necklace. She took it, placed it around your neck, and snapped it into place. You spun around to face her. It was a significant deja vu moment in the changing room. “Thank you, America. These are perfect.” She scratched the back of her head.

“It was nothing,” she said. “I’m glad I could make your birthday special,” once again, you saw her glance at your lips. Unlike at Macey’s, she stepped back and created distance between you and her. You frowned. “About what happened at the store, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” You questioned. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I went about it the wrong way and should have asked before doing anything, so I’m sorry.” You smiled and held out your hand. Hesitantly, she took it.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” you squeezed her hand. “We’ll figure it out, okay? Together.” America smiled.

“Yeah, together.”

You rubbed your eyes as you opened the door to your room. The presents you received were stacked on the wall to be dealt with another day. The only thing you grabbed from the pile was the blanket Wanda made you and threw it on the bed. You changed and got ready for bed. Before you lay down, you took the Polaroids with the camera Maria got you. It made you smile, capturing moments from your birthday celebration and the small party with the Young Avengers. You decided on two pictures to hang up on your wall: one with you, Wanda, and Natasha, and the other was a group photo with you and the Young Avengers. You hung up the two pictures following the newspaper clippings you had, your brother’s confirmation, and the fire that took your parents home. Well took Johnathan and Leah’s home. They were never your parents. They never deserved that title.

Climbing underneath the covers with Wanda’s blanket over you, you couldn’t help but smile. Your cheeks were still sore from the day. Reaching over to the newspaper clipping of the fire, you ribbed it off the wall. It was an article that you had memorized, and it was slightly tarring at the edges.

Tragedy Strikes as Beloved Pastor and Wife Perish in Devastating House Fire

In a heart-wrenching incident that has left a tight-knit community in mourning, a prominent local pastor and his wife lost their lives in a devastating house fire caused by an electrical issue. The fire engulfed the family home in the early hours, leaving behind a community in shock and sorrow.

Reverend Johnathan L/n, known for his inspiring sermons and tireless community service, and his wife, Leah L/n, a beloved figure in their congregation, could not escape the flames that consumed their residence. The couple had been married for over 20 years and were deeply involved in various charitable activities throughout the community.

The fire, which investigators believe originated from a faulty electrical connection, quickly spread throughout the home, making it difficult for emergency responders to contain the inferno.

Tragically, the couple’s only son, Caleb L/n, was away at school during the incident. He rushed home upon hearing the devastating news. Witnesses report that Caleb, in shock and desperation, was calling out for his sister, fearing that she might have been trapped inside. However, there was no evidence of a sibling at the scene, leaving many puzzled and concerned for Caleb’s well-being.

Friends and neighbors have rallied around Caleb, offering support and condolences as he copes with this unimaginable tragedy. The mystery surrounding the potential sibling has only added to the grief and confusion surrounding the devastating event.

The community has been deeply affected by the untimely loss of Pastor Johnathon and Leah L/n. Many gathered for a candlelight vigil outside the charred remains of their home to pay tribute to the influential couple. Tearful parishioners, friends, and neighbors shared memories of the couple’s kindness, compassion, and unwavering dedication to their faith and community.

Local authorities continue investigating the exact cause of the electrical malfunction that led to the fire. The tragedy serves as a sobering reminder for residents to prioritize regular home inspections and maintenance to prevent such devastating incidents.

Funeral arrangements for Pastor and his wife are currently being coordinated by the community, with details expected to be released in the coming days. As the grieving community comes together to support one another, the legacy of the beloved Pastor and his wife will undoubtedly live on in the hearts of those who knew them.

You fought back tears. Kindness, compassion, and dedication to their faith. If only they knew their beloved Pastor was a monster. You ripped up the article and shoved it in the drawer of your nightstand. You pushed the palms of your hands to your eyes. They were not going to ruin today. They’ve ruined so much of your life today, and it was not one of them. You took another photo out of the pile. It was of you, America, Yelena, and Kate. The tears went away, and a smile was once again on your face. America wrapped her arms around your neck while Yelena and Kate stood on either side. Your friends were everything to you. Friends. You had friends who cared about you, parents who loved you, and a family who would never lay a hand on you. You would have never thought this would be your life with the cards you were dealt. Closing your eyes, no nightmares dared invade your mind when surrounded by warmth, love, and happiness.

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So freaking happy someone is writing wandanat, I get so tired of all reader insert stuff. Can you write one where G!PNatasha takes Wanda to her first club to celebrate her birthday and some hot dom starts hitting on Wanda and it pisses Nat off and so naturally she ends up getting really possessive and they end up having fantastic drunk sex and Nat figures out that Wanda may be a little kinkier than she realized.

I'm having a super rough day so that would really be a silver lining in all of it.

My Favorite Need

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff

Rated: Explicit [Just 18+]

Words: 3,614

This work contains: Explicit Sex Scenes. Natasha Romanov Has a Penis, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Drunk Sex. Possessive Natasha Romanov, Sub Wanda Maximoff, Dom Natasha Romanov, Jealous Natasha Romanov, Wanda is a Tease.

English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake

Hope you enjoy and makes your day a thousand times better

Wanda had no plans for her birthday after all the unfortunate events that happened the last few weeks, like escaping the raft and becoming an international fugitive but her teammates decided to cheer her up. Steve baked her a birthday cake, Sam gave her the last two books of the Harry Potter saga of which she was a great lover and Natasha gave her a nice black leather jacket and a nice silver necklace with a pretty scarlet jewel which were to Wanda's liking, she loved leather jackets and the necklace was a nice gift. Wanda couldn't help that nice flutter in her chest when Natasha placed the delicate necklace around her neck.

For the first time in a long time Wanda was very excited about her 26th birthday. The surprises seemed to be endless as Natasha decided to invite her to a nightclub for the first time. She was anxious to meet a nightclub for the first time in her life, it could be a fun place to dance. Natasha assured her that this nightclub was the best in Prague. Steve didn't agree with the girls going to a public place like that as it might attract attention but Natasha assured him that she would take care of Wanda. While Steve and Sam would be watching the surroundings of the safe house Natasha and Wanda would be celebrating.

Wanda wore a black dress that Pepper had given her on her last birthday. The dress highlighted her figure and her red hair, she wore black makeup around her green eyes to make them shine even more. Natasha picked her up at the old safe house and gave her a warm hug.

"Happy birthday, little witch." Natasha told her with a sweet crooked smile as her eyes moved up and down admiring the young sokovian girl's beauty. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," Wanda told her, smiling back and trying not to blush. Natasha looked great just in black jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket and her red hair shining and flowing down her shoulders.

"Come on, I'll show you what a real party is like. Just you and me and vodka to celebrate this very special occasion." Natasha told her, leading Wanda out of the safe house where a black audi was waiting parked on the street.

They arrived at the place and got in without having to wait, thanks to the fact that Natasha knew the owner of the nightclub. The nightclub was full of people, strobe lights all over the place while the hard beats of the music makes every part of Wanda vibrate. Natasha took Wanda's hand and led her to the dance floor. Natasha started to move to the music, and Wanda felt a little awkward as she didn't know how to dance, however Wanda let herself go as she felt Natasha holding her close and swaying to the music.

Wanda smiled broadly as she felt a happiness fill her chest, for a moment she forgot that she was a wanted fugitive and instead she was a normal girl enjoying her birthday. Natasha and Wanda drank some vodka to start the night, however by the fourth vodka Wanda started to feel dizzy but happy.

The happiness inside her increased as she noticed Natasha looking at her with sparkling eyes. Wanda wondered if Natasha had realized her feelings. Wanda had felt more than friendship for the spy for a long time but after Natasha released her from the raft her crush became more intense. Wanda wanted to tell her how she felt, but she didn't know how.

She didn't want to risk embarrassing herself and end up heartbroken if Natasha didn't feel the same way. Worse yet Wanda was afraid of ruining her friendship with Nat. Maybe Natasha just saw her as a little sister.

"You want a beer this time?" asked Natasha, after dancing to several songs.

"Yes, please." nodded Wanda as she finished her vodka tonic, her cheeks a little flushed. "A beer sounds great."

" Wait here, I'll get the beers." Natasha told her with a smile, before going towards the bar.

Wanda was left alone on the dance floor, and took the opportunity to look around. She saw many people dancing and drinking minding their own business and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Meanwhile, a drunk man approached her from behind and whispered in her ear.

"Hey, beautiful, what are you doing alone in a place like this?

Wanda was startled and turned to see who it was. She had to make a great effort not to use her magic and throw the drunk guy into the air. He was a tall, muscular man with shaved head in a red shirt and tight jeans. He had an arrogant smile and red eyes that looked at her as if she was a piece of meat.

" I'm not alone." Wanda said, trying to get away.

"Who are you coming with?" asked the drunken man, taking a step forward, "Where is your date? I don't see it anywhere.

"On the bar getting us some drinks," said Wanda nervously. Her heart was pounding as she fiddled with her fingers, a clear sign of nervousness in her.

"Well, while your imaginary friend comes back, why don't we dance a little?" the man said, taking her by the waist and pulling her closer to him. His accent was harsh.

Wanda felt uncomfortable and scared at the same time. She could use her magic but she didn't want to make a fuss and putting Natasha, Sam and Steve at risk if someone called the police. It was unpleasant when the man pressed her against his body and brushed her face with his. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger than she was. Wanda needed her magic.

"Get away from me." Wanda mumbled, her body all tense."

"Come on, doll. Don't be shy," the drunken man said, winking at her. "I can get you out of here and take you to my apartment if you want."

"I don't like you. I'm not crazy to go with drunk idiot like you." Wanda hissed this time not noticing that a very angry Natasha was walking towards them.

"I like it when bitches like you act tough. In the end they're the ones begging for more cock" the man had a nasty grin on his face.

Wanda was about to respond to the asshole for that disgusting comment but a familiar voice interrupted her. "The girl said to let her go, asshole!" Natasha shouted at him, her voice clear and loud over the pounding music.

"Who are you?" said the drunken man confronting Natasha.

"She's my girlfriend." This time it was Wanda who answered as her face reddened at what she had said. She couldn't believe she had said that. Maybe the vodka in her system made her say such nonsense. Internally she was screaming. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" praying that Natasha wouldn't get mad at her for saying they were girlfriends.

Fortunately Natasha played along as she stepped in front of Wanda.

"Girlfriend? Ha ha ha ha I don't believe you." the man said, teasing the two but his smile faded when Natasha pulled Wanda close and kissed her. The first touch of Natasha's lips against hers sent her to heaven. Wanda was speechless, for a moment she forgot how to breathe. She couldn't believe what was happening, it seemed like the world had stopped around them. Natasha was kissing her. It was what she had dreamed of for so long.

As a smile appeared on her lips, Wanda opened her mouth allowing Natasha to deepen the kiss. They kissed passionately, and forgot about everything else. The heat of Natasha's body pressed against hers was totally intoxicating, Wanda didn't want this moment to ever end. Natasha's lips tasted like vodka and cherry. Wanda realized that Natasha was a fucking good kisser. The man looked at them with rage and helplessness, fortunately the security of the place arrived and took him out of the nightclub.

Natasha was the first to break the kiss to the bad luck of Wanda who could spend all night kissing Nat. The redhead whispered in her ear. "Come with me."

Wanda didn't have time to answer she simply followed Natasha who led her up some stairs to the second floor of the club where there were some private rooms with beds and big curtains at the entrances to offer some privacy to those couples who wanted to have an intimate moment

"Oh god! What are you doing, Natasha?!" Wanda gasped as Natasha pressed her up against the wall.

"So did you say you were my girlfriend, right?"

"Sorry, Nat. That was a very stupid thing to say." Wanda began to apologize. However she couldn't believe the peculiar situation she found herself in.

"No need to apologize, little witch. I actually like the idea of you being my girlfriend." Natasha chuckled as she used her body to press Wanda against the wall. The witch almost groaned when Natasha cupped her left tit and gently squeezing it. Wanda gasped as Natasha laugh and pressed warm kisses on her neck.

Natasha has had her eyes on the Sokovian girl ever since she joined the team, but with every battle and every moment with her only served to make Natasha realize that she loved the girl. Wanda was sweet and smart, and incredibly gorgeous with a pretty face and bright green eyes, and also a gorgeous pair of large tits and a sweet ass. It was just a crush she said to herself the last two years but after what happened with that drunken asshole she'd decided that she would try to make Wanda hers.

Wanda couldn't help but feel a little excited when Natasha pulled down the cleavage of her dress and exposed her bare tits. The touch of Natasha was something more. Everything was happening so fast but at the same time so slow. She wanted to have something really intimate with Natasha. She would be lying if she said no. Wanda has spent whole days fantasizing about Natasha. Her fantasies and desires had only gotten hotter since she discovered Natasha's secret.

One sleepless morning Wanda made herself a cup of tea and started wandering the halls of the complex but abruptly stopped when she noticed noises coming from one of the gyms. Glancing inside she saw Natasha hitting the punching bag. Wanda's mouth went dry as she noticed the view of a very sweaty Natasha practicing some boxing moves. She liked to see the way her arm muscles bulged out. Suddenly her jaw dropped when noticed the outline of a prick on her shorts. Natasha had a penis! The realization almost made her faint. Wanda has never been the same since she discovered Natasha's secret.

Wanda groaned as Natasha pressed her hard against the wall and more forcefully rubbed her stiff nipple. The sokovian witch felt a surge of excitement as her mentor pressed her strong body up against hers. Wanda inhaled sharpy as soon as she could feel a huge bulge rubbing against her crotch.

"Oh god!," Wanda said with wide eyes, her legs were shaking. Natasha's bulge was huge and stiff. Wanda can feel it throbbing against her crotch. She was embarrassed to feel her panties all wet at this point.

"Can you feel it, uh?" Natasha murmured with a smile as she watched Wanda's flushed face.

Wanda didn't have the courage to respond however she nodded as her cheeks grew even redder. She stopped breathing when Natasha took her right hand and slide it down her crotch where her bulging prick was.

"Oh Nat!" Wanda gasped in response as she felt the huge bulge in her jeans. Natasha was awakening a side in her she never knew she had. There was a pleasant tingle between her thighs, and soft throb in her clit. She realized that she was getting wet, very wet under Natasha's touch.

Natasha wasted no time and removed the leather jacket that fell to the floor a minute later leaving Wanda's chest exposed to her eyes with only the small silver necklace with the scarlet jewel adorning her neck.

"Bozhe moi, what a pretty tits," Natasha said, squeezing Wanda's beautiful tits. She couldn't help but pinch her left nipple. That only turned Wanda on. As she continued to kneading her tits, the redhead witch began to get all hot. It was then Natasha slide her free hand slowly worked down her flat belly to the hem of the dress Wanda was wearing.

Wanda shivered when Natasha pressed her soft lips against hers and gave her a hot wet kiss. Natasha was tasting Wanda's mouth and devouring her moans as she began to tug at her wet red panties with her hand. Not wasting time Natasha quickly pushed her index finger into her drooling pussy and began sliding it in and out.

Suddenly Wanda groaned as she threw her head back in pleasure. "Ahhh!" It was a blessing that the loud music of the club drowned out her moan, otherwise they probably would have heard her all the way to the dance floor.

Wanda was breathing hard as Natasha smiled and her finger buried deeper into her pussy. In seconds she began to wildly moan and spread her legs wider as the finger fucked deeper and deeper into her tingling dephts.

"You're super tight, Wanda! What a tight honey pot you have down here, baby!" Natasha hummed in her ear as as added another finger and explore the depths of Wanda's sweet pussy. She couldn't believe how wet the gorgeous witch was, her hand was bathed with her sweet pussy juices.

Wanda was enjoying the pleasant fingerfuck. She was almost was almost there! Ready to cum! Natasha's touch on her pussy were sending thrills up and down her spine. Her head was dizzy and spinning. Not even realizing what she was doing, Wanda giggled and reached down and began kneading Natasha's throbbing cock with her hand.

"Oh yes! Touch me! Yeah! Yeah!" Natasha encouraged her with a devilish smile curving her lips. "Open my pants and pulled out my prick."

Wanda no necesitaba que le dijeran dos veces. She just nodded and bit her lower lips, with her right hand she began to unbutton the pants and lower the zipper. Wanda noticed Natasha's prick seemed to swell and throb as she lowered the zipper. It was a surprise to notice that Natasha didn't wear any underwear, so his huge cock burst out from its confines. Wanda almost drooled as she saw Natasha's beautiful prick protruding from her crotch. It was long and thick with blue veins around it.

Wanda inhaled sharply and grabbed her hard prick as Natasha laughed softly and continued to explore Wanda's wet pussy, playing with her clit. A soft moan fell from her mouth as Wanda began to jerk on Natasha's cock. It seemed to throb in her hand, as the tip drooled droplets of transparent pre-cum.

"Like it, huh?" Natasha asked. The hot flush now covered Wanda's neck and tits.

"Oh yeah! Feels so good!" Wanda nodded in approval and began to moan as she approached orgasm. Her hand wrapped around Natasha's throbbing prick."I love your fingers in me. It feels so good"

"I love to play with your pussy, baby!" Natasha whispered as Wanda continued to jerk her aching cock. She groaned in appreciative ecstasy and began to spread hot kisses on Wanda's neck as she added the third finger and fucked her.

Wanda was ready to reach her climax, and she suspect that by the way Natasha was groaning and kissing her neck, she was ready to cum too. She could hear the slurping sound her fingers were making in her wet pussy. It was sexy to hear that. She couldn't contain herself any longer.

"Oh, Nat! Mmmm that's nice! Mmmm!" Wanda gasped, her throat was dry, her body was melting. Finally she came, moaning and giggling. It was then she felt Natasha's prick throb and spewing cum all over her hand.

Wanda looked down just in time to see Natasha's cumming. She kept stroking Natasha's cock for a long time. It seemed as if she would never stop cumming. Certainly Wanda was amazed at the amount. Her hand was a mess, some ropes of semen fell on the carpeted floor.

"God, that was sexy!" Wanda thought with a smile. She felt an incredible urgency of kneel and lick all Natasha's creamy semen. Without thinking, she put her wet fingers in her mouth and tasted Natasha's semen. She was surprised how delicious the creamy seed tasted, it was a little salty, but it still tasted so delicious.

"Taste good, little slut?" Natasha just laughed in response.

"Uh huh" Wanda nodded with her fingers still stuck in her mouth. Still horny, Natasha gently pushed her down on couch in the middle of the room and said: "Now you horny little slut, it's time to fuck you."

Wanda fell on the couch and watch the dominant redhead standing over her, her thick cock hard throbbing in the air. She hummed softly and grabbed her huge cock and guided it to her glistening cunt hole. "Fuck me hard! I need it so bad! I'm all wet and ready for you!"

For a moment Wanda couldn't believe what she had said, after all, the woman before her was her mentor. But her emotions and her urgent needs were too much for her, and at the moment she just wanted to get fucked by Natasha's huge cock.

"Tell me who do you belong to? Come on I want to hear you say my name!." Natasha had a seductive smile on her face , her hand wrapped around her throbbing prick.

"To you. Only you." Wanda replied shakily and noted the delight in Natasha's eyes as she guiding her prick and inserted the bulbous cockhead between the lips of her pussy. Seeing the lustful expression on Wanda's blushed face, Natasha slowly shoved the inch after inch of her thick cock into her warm tight pussy.

"Ohhhh! Fuck!!" Wanda had to closer her eyes and moaned as Natasha lunged forward, sending her thick cock deeply into her. She was enjoying the new stimulation so much but she thought that she was going to be split in two by Natasha.

Natasha groaned and pulled back for a moment and gave the gorgeous witch a moment to adapt the size before she fucked her. Wanda was shaking up and down as Natasha slowly withdrew her cock till only the tip remained, then she slide it in and out. Slowly she began to stablish a constant hard rhythm.

"Ohhhh goddd!" Wanda groaned in delight, for the hard thrusts she began to have delicious effects on her semi-naked body. She couldn't believe the sensations that were filling her body. The initial discomfort was vanishing and turning into pleasure as the veiny shaft was slicing through her inflamed and glistening folds.

"Oh, baby! You're so tight and hot for me!" Natasha growled and began to speed up her thrusts. She smiled as she felt Wanda's quivering legs raise up and encircle her ass. Wanda was also smiling but mostly groaning as her feminine hips rose to meet each of her hard thrusts.

Holy shit! Wanda had never been more excited. Natasha was satisfying her more than any person in the world. Natasha was hitting all the sweet spots within her as goosebumps covered her skin.

"I'm cumming! Oh Natasha! I'm cumming!" Wanda giggled happily as her body began to shiver. Her nails raked across Natasha's strong back ass as she pulled her closer. "Cum in me! Oh yes! Give it to me!" She moaned in ecstasy as her drooling pussy convulse and tingle. All the situation was amazing. Her body was burning with intense happiness, her sticky pussy juices ran down onto her inner thighs. Natasha continued fucking her with a devilish smile on her face.

Wanda she was ready to cum again. She climaxed twice in the previous fifteen minutes, but she was ready to cum again. What an incredible experience! Natasha was grunting with eyes closed and pumped her prick into her spasming pussy. Wanda squealed in delight at the sensation. She wanted to feel Natasha's semen filling her pussy and painting her depths..

"Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight, I'm gonna shoot all my cum into you!" Natasha growled as she began to fuck faster into her pussy. "Would you like that?"

"Ohhhh yesss!!" Wanda groaned in delight and closed her eyes, loved the way Natasha was forcing her huge prick into her, each penetration was delicious, splitting her in two and leaving her breathless. Her own orgasm was building and ready to explode like a super nova.

"Faster, baby! ... Fuck me harder and faster!" Wanda was giggling as Natasha give her a few rough thrusts into her cunt and then a torrent of semen exploded from her aching prick. "Oh that's good! Mmmm!" Wanda babbled, her words came out in short heavy breaths. She felt the warm semen filling her and then her tingling pussy dephts around Natasha's cock. For a moment Wanda wished she would never stop cumming as her own orgasm engulfed her body. Wanda was shaking violently and struggling to breath, feeling Natasha's semen ran freely out of her pussy and down her ass.

Finally, Natasha kissed her on the lips and pulled off her semi hard prick "If you don't mind I'd like to continue exploring that kinky side of you little witch."

"I don't mind at all." Wanda laughed tiredly. Her first fuck with Natasha made her eager to repeat more experiences with Natasha. Just having this woman to satisfy the intense desires in her. At the end of the day her 26th birthday turned out better than expected.

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The sun ☀️, the moon 🌙, and the stars ✨

Chapter 10: fun is in the air

Pairing: alpha!Steve Rogers x alpha!Sam Wilson x alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: fluff, some heavy petting (at this point the alphas are edging reader), talk of birth control

A/N: we’ll this took for fucking ever to finish. But it was fun to write we are celebrating Steve’s birthday in this chapter. Next chapter will be very interesting!

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Ch. 9

“And this will work?”

“Well like any birth control it’s 99.9% effective. But it’s specifically made for you so you have a better chance to not have any super pups in the next six months.” Bruce says as he prepares the shot he’s going to give you. “Have you told them yet?”

You shake your head. “But with everything that’s happened I know they’ll understand. Besides, we haven't even talked about having pups either.”

Bruce hums in acknowledgment before taking an alcohol swab and cleaning the area of your arm where he’s going to give you the shot.

“So how about you and Nat. How’s that going?”

Bruce immediately blushes and you giggle.

“I thought you turned green, not red.”

“How did you know?”

“She told me about it.”

“She did?” He looked like he didn’t believe you.

“Mhm, I’ve gathered she isn’t the type to just open up to people so it must mean she cares about you. ”

“I don’t- It’s not easy. It wouldn’t be like you and the guys.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a monster.” Bruce gets the syringe ready and sighs.

“You don’t look like a monster.”

“You know what I mean. I can’t risk it.”

“Does the other guy like Nat? If he does, I don't see a problem with the courtship. Also she’s pursuing you so she doesn’t seem to mind.” You say as he gives you the shot.

“That should be good for three months since this is a trial run. If it works I can make it last longer.”

“Thank you Bruce. And just think about what I said.”

“You’re welcome and I will.”

Walking back into the apartment you find Bucky laying on the couch reading. Other than when he’s asleep and not having nightmares he looks very peaceful at the moment. There’s no scowl on his face which is a rare occurrence. Without saying a word you climb onto the couch and duck under his arm in order to get comfortable.

“Hi.” He says as he looks down at you. “What’s going on?”

“Hi. Nothing, you just looked very comfortable and I wanted to join you.”

Bucky hums in acknowledgment, his free hand resting on your waist as he goes back to reading. You rest your head on his chest as he reads softly to you. This must be what Jules always told you about. The moments when you’re so at ease and safe with your mate that everything else just fades. He isn’t even doing anything and your brain is fuzzy, your body completely relaxing against his. It’s just you and Bucky in a perfect little bubble that could only be even better if Sam and Steve were there.

There’s a warm feeling on your back slowly coaxing you to wake up. You stretch and open your eyes briefly but the afternoon light bothers your eyes.

“Seems like we have two sleepy heads on our hands Steve.” Sam whispers and that causes you to open your eyes again.

“Just one.” You murmur.

Sure enough Bucky was also asleep. The book he was reading was long forgotten on the floor. You smile up at Sam who moves to kiss your temple.

“Seems like a good nap.”

“It was until you ruined it.” Bucky says sleepily.

You smile and kiss Bucky’s chest before getting up. Steve offers you his hand and when you’re up on your feet he pulls you into his embrace.

“You don’t have to work anymore right?”

“Nope, not unless a mission comes up at the last minute.” Steve informs you.

“I hope not, it’s your birthday weekend.”

“Unfortunately bad guys don’t take days off.” He mutters as he absentmindedly runs a hand up and down your back. “But let’s not worry about that, what do you want to do?”

“We should be doing what you want.”

“I want to do whatever will make you happy. So what will it be?”

“We can stay in and watch a movie.”

“I like that idea.” Bucky agrees.

“Me too.”

“Ok, movie it is.” Steve says.

“Awesome, I’m going to get blankets and pillows. I'll be right back. Someone should get snacks ready.” You walk out of the living room before anyone answers.

You come back a few minutes later with arms full of blankets. Steve moves the coffee table to the corner and you proceed to make a temporary nest big enough for the four of you. Bucky walks in with snacks and Sam picks a movie from the list he had made for Steve and Bucky to watch. Steve sat down first and you sat between his legs in order to rest your back against his chest. Sam and Bucky sat beside you while cuddling into each other. Watching them be so gentle with each other warmed your heart and being together as a whole and in such an intimate way relaxed you beyond belief. So much so that an overwhelming feeling hit you square in the chest unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It was a mixture of love, contentment, trust and safety. The feeling bubbles in your chest and without being able to stop it something unfamiliar escapes your lips.

You chirped.

All the noise around you died down and you slapped a hand over your mouth. As if covering it would save you from embarrassment. All three men were staring at you wide eyed.

“I am so sorry. I don’t even know how that happened.” Your face felt warm the longer they stared at you. Sam smiled first and it put you at ease somewhat.

“That’s the first time you’ve chirped around us.”

“Is that what that is? But what does it even mean?” You question.

“It lets us know you feel safe and happy.”

“But I could just tell you that.”

“Well your omega instincts did it for you.” Steve said from behind you. “If an omega chirps or trills it lets us alphas know we are doing our job right.”

“You are.”

You smiled at them. Bucky sat up from his position at Sam’s side. Leaning in to kiss you. Sam followed and Steve had his arms wrapped around you. His kisses were on your shoulder until you turned and looked up at him. He kissed your cheek as the movie started and then the four of you settled down for the rest of the afternoon.

It was the Fourth of July and Steve’s Birthday. You were excited for many reasons. This would be your first time meeting the rest of their pack and also the first time you would attend a Stark party. Your pack would also be in attendance which was great for moral support because just the thought of meeting everyone was overwhelming.

The party itself was a pool party and it would be on different levels of the tower. The guys had told you that they would be spending most of the day in the pool. With that in mind you had bought a swimsuit a few days beforehand. It had a vintage look to it. Over the swimsuit you decided to wear jean shorts and a white button up that you tied in a knot around your waist instead of buttoning up completely. Your hair was up and away from your face and of course you didn’t wear any makeup since you’d be in the pool too.

When you got to the shared living space Bucky and Sam were putting the finishing touches on breakfast for all of you. They were also already dressed for the party.

“You should have gotten me, I would have helped.” You said as you got closer. Each of them stopping to accept your kiss.

“You are helping, by looking beautiful.”

You roll your eyes playfully at Sam just as Steve walks in. His hair was damp, like he just stepped out of the shower.

“Happy birthday.” The three of you yelled at the same time and Steve went red.

“Thank you. This looks amazing.”

“Well this was all Bucky and Sam, I can’t take any credit for it.” You wrap your arms around his midsection and push yourself up to kiss him. “Happy birthday honey.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up as Sam came up from behind you and Bucky’s head popped up from behind Steve. Both men take turns giving Steve their own birthday kisses. Somehow Steve was a blushing mess after getting all of the attention.

“What?” He says as he looks over at you.

“Nothing, you're just cute when you blush.”

“You should see him when he cu- ouch. Sam what the fuck?” Bucky rubs his shin from where Sam kicked him.

“Our omega is a lady, she doesn’t need to hear filth.”

“Just participate in it.” You wiggle your eyebrows at Bucky who’s sitting across from you. Bucky laughed. “Besides Sam, it's not like we weren’t getting hot and heavy in your car on our date the other day.”

“Oh really? I want to hear about that.”

“Me too.” Steve chimes in.

“It was after we went to the music festival. Sam took me home and we started making out in the car.”

“But someone forgot she was in the car and her ass hit the horn.” Sam smirked in your direction while Bucky laughed.

“Seems like you just like to pounce on all of us.”

“Wait, you haven’t pounced on me.” Bucky pouts. “I don’t like being left out, darling.”

“Don’t worry, your turn is coming.” You wink in his direction before taking a sip of coffee. “I just hope all this avenger training has prepared you for this moment. But for now can we do gifts?”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“You’re kidding right? Of course I did. I’ll be right back.” You leave briefly and come back with a gift bag and an envelope. “Here you go.”

Steve smiled as he pulled you into his lap and then he opened the envelope, there was a simple birthday card and a small certificate in it. “What’s this?” He asked as he read over the voucher.

“Well I know you like to draw so I thought that you might like to paint and I thought it could be fun for the four of us to go. I know the studio owner, he gives classes at the center for kids. He’s willing to close the studio to give us private lessons if we call ahead and let him know.”

“Thank you sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek before he moved to whisper in your ear. “Maybe I could get the three of you naked and pose for me and I can stop imagining it.” He said with a purr.

The thought alone made you shiver and a small whine escaped your lips. Sam and Bucky smirked at your reaction. Steve however grabbed the gift bag as if nothing had happened and pulled out a few records and a small jewelry box. The records were of some singers and bands he had mentioned in passing, some were more modern but the others were from before the war. You had to go to five different places before you found them.

“I haven’t heard their music since the 30s.” He said as he opened the first one. “Bucky even taught me how to dance to this song.” He pointed at one of the listed songs and you smiled as you pictured a pre-serum and pre-war Steve and Bucky dancing around the living room.

“Well maybe you can teach me some dance moves.”

“I think I can manage that.”

“We can manage that. Don’t forget about us you punk.”

“Hey, it’s my birthday. I get to do whatever I want. So if that means hogging our girl, I will.”

You giggle at their back and forth before you stop them and ask Steve to open the last gift. When he did he found a pendant.

“What’s this?”

“This helps preserve your mate’s scent. I had to wear this little disc,” you say as you pull a small bag from your pocket then grab one of the small tablets and then open the pendant that was made to house the scent infused disc. “For a few days and it’s made for people that have to be gone for long periods of time. I thought you could add them to your dog tags if you’re on long missions. Since your suit disguises your scent I thought it would be ok.” You say as you hold the pendant out for him. He takes off his dog tags and adds the pendant then slips the chain back on.

Steve then grabs the pendant and inhales deeply, sure enough he’s carrying your scent with him now. He cups your cheek in order to turn you to look at him. Then his lips are on yours and he doesn’t stop the kiss until you’re putty in his hands. Just like he is in yours.

“These are perfect, thank you sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply breathlessly.

Friday interrupts your quiet morning and informs the four of you that the rest of the team is waiting for you on one of the upper floors. So after cleaning up quickly you make your way up to the party. This was it, you would meet your mates’s pack.

Never in your life had you seen so much red, white and blue. The colors were everywhere. Steve squeezed your hand as you approached the team to keep you grounded. You had told him multiple times how worried you were that they wouldn’t like you. They were practically family. Fortunately you already knew Bruce, Nat and Pietro. The latter rushed up to you.

“Good morning Y/N, I’m glad you finally get to meet the rest of the team.” He greeted you and turned when he felt a hand on his arm. “This is Wanda, my twin sister.”

“Finally another omega.” She said as she hugged you. That was something you always forget, how affectionate omegas tend to be with other omegas. “I was getting tired of the alpha stench.” You both giggle at the protests.

“Hey, I’ll let you know that this stench costs quite a bit per bottle. Hi I’m Tony but you knew that. I’d like to officially welcome you to the tower. You are way hotter in person than what these three have said.”

“Nice to meet you. And thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Let you? I’m willing to sign the building over to you right now. You’ve made working with these three a dream. All I have to do is ask about you and their mood shifts. Especially grumpy over here.”

You smile up at Tony before turning to look back at your alphas. Sam gives a quick shrug and it feels like an admittance of truth.

“Y/N, this is Clint.” Steve motions to the next person in the group. His scent was mixed with something light and sweet but you couldn’t see any type of claim mark.

“Pleasure to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” You smile.

The longer you were in their presence the more you realized there was nothing to worry about. You weren’t oblivious about them being cautious around you, seeing if you were truly trustworthy and deserving of being with their friends. But they were still inviting. It helped that Pietro, Nat and Bruce had already met you, it put the others at ease.

“And this is Thor.”

“Lady Y/N,” he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. His smile is flirtatious, almost like he’s putting on a show for Steve, Sam and Bucky. “It is an honor to finally meet you. I must say words have failed your alphas when it comes to describing your beauty.”

Your brain was fuzzy. All of the attention was becoming overwhelming in the best of ways. Like when Bucky, Steve and Sam give you all of their undivided attention. It’s not your fault that you’re still getting a hang of this omega thing because you want to preen at the attention but you hold back. It doesn’t stop you from saying something ridiculous.

“I love thunderstorms.” There was really no thought process behind the comment.

Thor’s laugh is loud and boisterous, it’s truly like thunder. You couldn’t help but preen at the fact that it was you who made him laugh like that.

“Ok, that’s enough.” Bucky muttered as he pulled you against his chest and away from Thor. The others snickered at his actions as he walked backwards, placing Sam and Steve between you and Thor.

“It was nice meeting you.”

“Trust me, the pleasure was all mine Lady Y/N.”

Friday announces that guests are starting to arrive so the meet and greet is officially over. It went well enough and you couldn’t be happier. However as Steve’s mate you do have to be by his side as people initially come in but so do Sam and Bucky.

“Do you know all of these people?” You ask him after a few minutes.

“Not a single one. But it’ll be over soon enough.”

Just like Steve said you all stood there for only a few more minutes. It was just as your pack made it through the doors. Jules launched herself in your direction and you both immediately began to walk away while talking. You settled down on one of the couches and you introduced her to Wanda and Bruce.

“Uh oh the omegas have gotten together. We are so screwed.” Ricky said as he watched you and Jules animatedly talk with the others.

“Nah, it will be good for the pack.”

“Whose? Yours or ours?” Jonah said as he stepped up beside Steve.

“I don’t think we are two packs anymore. Just one.” Steve said, a fond smile playing on his lips as he watched you. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

****

You were sitting on Steve’s shoulders in the pool, facing Wanda who was sitting on her brother’s shoulder. Your hands were holding Wanda’s as you pushed each other back and forth.

“I don’t get the point of this game.” Wanda said as she tried to push you.

“The point is to knock the other person back into the water. Then you win.”

“Oh.” Is all she says then you see a flicker of red and a mischievous smile before you’re knocked back.

When you resurface you laugh but splash her.

“That’s not fair! I don’t have magic.”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t use it.”

“I am bored and there are some pretty girls over there that keep looking over at me. Goodbye sister.” Pietro shrugs Wanda off of his shoulders and is gone in the blink of an eye.

“Asshole.”

You laugh again and Wanda flicks more of her magic at you.

“I’m going to find someone else and then we’ll have a rematch. I won’t use magic but you’ll still lose.”

“You’re on.”

Steve’s arms are around your waist before you realize what’s happening. He pulls you close and kisses your shoulder. The eyes of other omegas, alphas and even a few betas are on you. They watch the display of affection that the Captain would never have shown before with intrigue.

“Having fun?” He asks as he looks down at you with a smile.

“A lot more fun than I thought actually.”

“Good. As long as you’re happy.”

“You should be happy too. It’s your birthday.”

“I would have been fine with something small. Just the pack maybe. And to be honest I was kind of worried.” He confesses.

“Worried, why?” You stand up and turn around, still in his arms.

“Well public appearances are part of my life and sometimes the PR team wants me to show up with my mates. Once they know that we’re together they’re going to drag you into it too. I wouldn’t want this to make you reconsider us.”

“Steve, I could never leave you. I care about you so much and you make me feel so safe and cared for. No one in my life has cared for me the way you and Bucky and Sam do.”

He smiles again at you and lowers his head so that he could give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Are you pouncing on him again?” Bucky whines as he swims towards you. “When is it my turn darling?”

“If I told you, you would be expecting it and it wouldn’t be fun. You’ll just have to wait like a good alpha.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“Is he always this whiny?” You ask Steve.

“Sometimes.”

“I’m right here. Besides, I never had an omega and never thought I would find one as beautiful as you.” Bucky pouts and gives you his best doe eyes. Steve chuckles behind you, knows Bucky’s laying it on thick, their bond is exploding with mischievous energy.

“Nice try, big guy. But I’m going to catch you off guard. You won’t see it coming.”

“You know I’m a super soldier right? I was trained to be aware of people trying to sneak up on me.” Bucky says as he moves to trap you in between himself and Steve. “Do you really think you can do that? Sneak up on me?”

“Yup.”

“You’re very confident. I like that omega.”

“I see you’re underestimating me alpha. I guess I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” You say before slipping away from their hold. Steve chuckles as he wraps an arm around Bucky’s waist, both of them watching you swim away and then turning to wink in their direction.

“I think you’re going to be in for a surprise Buck.”

“I fucking hope so.”

“Just remember to be gentle and have fun.” Steve kisses his cheek.

“Oh I’m going to have so much fun letting her think she snuck up on me.”

“I think you’re underestimating her.” Steve chuckles again.

******

You were at the bar with Jules just talking and catching up on what’s happened during the week. Jules had been the one to suggest finding Jonah a potential mate here at the party since other than hanging out together as a pack he didn’t really put himself out there. You were leaning against the bar with a drink in your hand and scanning the room when you saw it.

“What is that face for?” Jules asked from beside you. She immediately turned around to see what you were looking at.

“I think I found a potential mate for Jonah.”

“Who?” Jules' eyes darted around the crowd to try and spot who it could be.

“Come on, we have some matchmaking to do.”

You looped your arm through Jules’ and walked around the pool area. Smiling at Sam as you passed him.

“Oh, why didn’t I think of this.” Jules whispered just before stopping behind Wanda.

“Hey Wanda, do you have a second?”

“Of course is everything ok?” She turned around, stopping her conversation with Maria Hill who also worked with the team.

“Yes, everything’s fine. We just wanted to talk for a second.”

“Oh ok.” She turned back and excused herself before you grabbed her and started walking. “So what’s up?”

“Have I introduced you to the rest of my pack?”

“Just Jules, why?”

“I’d like you to meet someone else.” You smile sweetly at her. She eyes you suspiciously just before you stop again. “Jonah, I’d like you to meet Wanda, Wanda this is Jonah. He’s one of my best friends and my pack.” You say as they just look at each other.

Jules nudges Jonah with her foot to get him to say something.

“Hi, I’m Ricky. Y/N’s other pack mate and Jules’ mate.”

He holds out his hand but you smack it away and make a face, silently telling him to shut up.

“Nice to meet you Wanda.” Jonah finally says as he stretches out his hand.

“Likewise, Jonah.”

As they shake hands they exchange dopey grins and you’re satisfied that you’ve done your job. Jules grabs Ricky before he’s able to say something else and you leave Jonah and Wanda to get to know each other. You wander back around the pool to where Sam was sitting with Nat, Bruce and Clint. Sam looks over his shoulders just as your chest is pressed against his back.

“Hey baby.” He says as he takes the hand you placed on his bare shoulder and presses a kiss to your palm. “What were you and Jules up to?”

“Matchmaking.”

“Who and who?”

You embrace him from your position, your arms resting over his shoulders and chest. Sam sighs contently at the closeness and your sweet scent.

“Wanda and Jonah. They’ve been eyeing each other for a while. I think they’d be cute together

“They could work. As long as Pietro is ok with it. He’s very protective of Wanda.”

“I’ll convince him.”

“Who is my sister talking to?” Pietro showed up beside you.

“His name is Jonah, he’s my pack mate.”

He gives you a disapproving look before turning to look at his sister.

“Don’t you dare go over there and ruin this. I know Jonah and I trust him with my life. They look cute together.”

“I don’t know. No alpha will ever be good enough for her.”

“I can see where you’re coming from Pietro.” You say with a nod. “But you remember how I saved you from Bucky when you basically broke into the apartment?”

Yes?”

“Well you owe me one, so let them be.”

“It is not the same.”

“Come on man, just let them talk, it's not like he’s going to claim her. Besides, I've had the chance to get to know him and I trust him. Plus I trust him to keep Y/N safe when she’s at work.”

Pietro is now sporting a pout. “Fine. But one chance, if he makes her cry he won’t know what hit him.”

“Pietro, I’ll help you kick his ass. I know his weaknesses.”

“That’s more like it. Now, do you have any cute friends for me?”

“Just ran out, sorry.”

Sam and the other chuckle as Pietro mutters a few curses under his breath.

“You’re cruel sunshine.”

“No I’m not, I’m saving some poor girl. Might as well give me a suit and let me join.” You say as you nuzzle into his neck and scent him, which gives you an idea. “Sam, baby. I need your help.”

“With what?” He turns to fully look at you.

You only smile in response and he raises an eyebrow.

The party had been going strong for a while. From what Bucky could see everyone was having a good time. He was on edge and vigilant in the best way. Bucky was confident he was going to win this little game you were playing and he couldn’t wait. Although he had lost sight of you about 15 or 20 minutes ago.

He had seen how you introduced Wanda to Jonah. Then how you went and hung out with Sam but then you went your separate ways. Curiosity got the best of him, especially when he was feeling a weird pull from his bond with Sam. As any good may and alpha Bucky left the pool area to find Sam and make sure he’s ok. Just outside of the pool area he finds you and Nat talking.

“Have you seen Sam?” He says as he comes up to you.

“I was with him a few minutes ago but he went with Clint. Something about who had the best aim.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” He gives you a smile and walks away.

****

On a different floor Bucky finds Sam and Clint playing darts. He didn’t know why he had been feeling the way he did but he was relieved Sam was ok anyway. Bucky spent a few minutes there and excused himself to go back to the pool. Just as he walks past the stairwell doors someone jumps on his back he tenses for just a moment. If it weren’t for the giggling and the sweet scent of honey he would have attacked.

“Omega.” Bucky said with a low playful rumble to his voice.

“What was that about me not being able to sneak up on you?”

“Fine, you win.”

“Good, because I want my prize.” You say in his ear before letting go of him and grabbing his hand to slip into one of the empty rooms on the floor.

His face lit up with anticipation. Once the door was closed to the room you were in Bucky pushed you up against it. One strong, warmed calloused hand and one just as strong cold hand land on the back of your thighs as Bucky pulls you up. He’s unashamed with the needy whine that escapes his lips as they find yours. Your hands roam freely from his arms up to his shoulders and to his back. Out of the three alphas Bucky understood the need for physical touch the most. He was always so sweet and gentle when it came to physical contact with you but right now he was letting his alpha take control. His touch was firm and without hesitation. The way Bucky kissed you at the moment was possessive and you loved it. This moment was different with Bucky than it was with Steve and Sam. Bucky was in full control. From the way he held you to the way his lips moved from your lips to your neck, his teeth gracing the spot he’d mark eventually.

You could feel his hardened length against your clothed core every time he rutted against you. The moans and whines you let out as you rolled your hips against him made him growl in response. Just as quickly as it started, Bucky slowly stopped.

“Fuck omega. You sound so pretty for me.”

“Alpha, I swear if you stop too I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Bucky chuckles before giving you a quick peck and helping you unwrap your legs from around his waist.

You pout up at him as your hands travel from his shoulder and down to his chest.

“I think the three of you got together and decided to leave me hanging every time until I have my heat. And that is very mean of you.”

“I’m so sorry my sweet ‘mega. Trust me you have no idea how hard it’s been for us to behave. Especially now that you’ve made a very beautiful nest for us and we have you in it with us.” He says between peppering kisses all over your face. “We want you so much.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. It’s killing us to not claim you yet but we know it can hurt and we don’t want to be the reason for you to be hurting.”

You give him a small shy smile.

“Don’t get shy on me now.”

“It’s just, you make me very happy. And sometimes I still can’t believe I have not one but three people that care about me so much.”

“You make me, us, very happy. We’d do anything for you. So we want to do this right. Now come on before I change my mind.” He pulls back and opens the door.

“I mean I still wouldn’t be against you changing your mind.”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you smile at him as you get in the elevator.

“You’re trouble.”

“The good kind.”

Day quickly turned to night. Everyone had moved away from the pool and back to the other floors. The team had moved to a private balcony where you were joined by your pack to watch the fireworks show Tony had created.

“Is this seat taken?” Steve asks while motioning to the empty area of the lounge chair you were sitting on.

“Nope.”

You move around and lean back so that he can rest against your chest. He sighs as you play with his hair and scent him. Sam and Bucky are close too, all cuddled up on another lounge chair.

“Today was a good day.” Steve muttered as he looked up at you. “Usually I don’t like big parties but having you and Sam and Bucky with me was great.”

“I’m glad you had a good time. You deserve it too.” You say before kissing his cheek.

“Alright everyone. I know there was that huge ridiculous thing out there that was labeled a cake but our very own Y/N made a personal care for her dearest alpha. Now why don’t you come up here you fossil so we can celebrate you properly.” Tony announced.

Steve looked at you confused but you only motioned for him to get up. Everyone gathered around a small table that had been sitting in the corner. The whole pack surrounded Steve and sang happy birthday in a loud and off key way, it was great. Just as he blew out the candles the first firework went off.

“When did you have time to make this?” Sam asked as he took a bite.

“Yesterday morning. I used Bruce’s kitchen.”

Steve and Bucky were silent while they practically wolfed down their slices. You watched them before you chuckled and shook your head.

“Mm, sweetheart, that was amazing. Thank you.” Steve said as he pulled you to sit on his lap. You smile and cup his cheek before kissing him and quickly deepening it.

When you pull back Steve has a dazed look in his eye.

“You had a bit of frosting on your lip.” You say with a smirk.

“Well shit, I’m gonna go get frosting.”

You and Bucky laugh at Sam before turning to watch the fireworks.

****

It was around 4:00 in the morning when Steve first stirred. He’d held you close all night so when he unconsciously moved his arm to bring you in he only found an empty space. Steve’s first sleepy thought was that you moved to snuggle against Sam or Bucky but there was an incredibly sweet and overpowering scent permeating through the room. A deep guttural growl bubbles in his chest as he sat up. The blankets were also missing from the bed.

“Sam, Buck, wake up.” He practically commanded.

They didn’t need to be told twice and were still half asleep as they looked over at their mate. The same sweet scent that Steve found hit them too and they knew they had to act quick.

They could hear you in one of the spare bedrooms. If the scent was strong in your shared room it was intoxicating from the source. Steve knocked gently so as to not startle you. He only heard a whine in response.

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice was soft as velvet. “Are you ok?”

You looked up at him from the corner of the room you had set yourself up in. There were pillows and blankets but it needed more. It needed their scents. You shook your head in response.

“What do you need? We’ll get you whatever you want.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You whimper. It was overwhelming, the heat, the need that kept growing between your legs and the slick that you had already tried to wipe away but kept pouring out. “Is something wrong with me?”

“Sunshine no,” Sam said quickly. “It’s your heat.”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes One Shots

Bucky Barnes Main Masterlist

A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes). KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

The Ransom ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Sassy reader gets rescued by boyfriend!Bucky and Avengers Whiteout ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Friends to lovers trope, mission extraction gone wrong, PWP Sick Day ꕥ ⧻ ➴ Bucky takes care of you when you are sick Fix You ⁂ ꕥ ➴ You take care of CW!Bucky after a nightmare Equal Opportunist ⁂ ➴ Assassin!Bucky keeps killing your marks so you have sex with him, PWP Sex-Ed ⧻ ➴ You fumble your way through teaching sex-ed with Bucky watching The Ghost Of You || AudioBook ➴ After the blip you have to survive the heartache without Bucky Postpartum Depression ➴ Bucky helps you at your lowest, read warnings and tags Silver Tongue ➴ You break your rules to save Bucky End of the Line † ➴ Steve dies of old age in your care Fall From Grace ⁂ ➴ MFF threesome, angel-turned-demon reader You Don’t Own Me † || Dark!Winter Soldier ➴ No happy endings here, read warnings and tags 10 Little Lies ➴ Friends to lovers trope, a drunken night ends with Bucky in your bed Eggplant Emoji ꕥ ➴ Bucky takes matters into his own hands when you struggle with modern dating. Good Behaviour ⁂ || ft. Baron Helmut Zemo ➴ The Baron sets you up a new Dom, Bucky, for when he is sent back to prison. Hacked ꕥ⨮ ➴ Your phone gets hacked and intimate files get threatened to be shared Obscene Behaviour ꕥ|| Platonic / Sam & Bucky ➴ Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you feed your newborn. She Knows ⁂ ⧻ ➴ You activate a new kink as you tease your boyfriend from across the bar. By Your Side ꕥ ➴ Bucky takes care of you when you are sick. Not Enough ꕥ ➴ Friends to lovers trope. When Worlds Collide ꕥ ➴ Your life changes completely when you and Bucky collide. Babysitting Bucky ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You are partnered with Bucky and he is not happy with the arrangement Control & Comfort ⁂ ꕥ ⧻ ➴ Bucky has a rough day and takes it out in your p*ssy Plié or Pliable ⁂ || Widow!reader ➴ Bucky watches you practicing ballet and wants to know how flexible you are. A Change Of Season ⨮ ⁂ || Widow!reader ➴ You are reunited with Bucky after Nat frees you from the Red Room, but it’s not what you expected Better Late Than Never ⁂ || Bucky, Steve, Natasha x reader ➴ You come home to find the party started without you. Takeout ꕥ ➴ You try to make a home cooked meal but it doesn’t go to plan Nightmares ⁂ || SamBucky ➴ When you wake to find Bucky caught in a nightmare there’s only one way to chase away the lingering fear. Mine ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Bucky gets jealous and spanks you for it Last Words ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You get kidnapped after storming out from a fight with Bucky The Bond We Share || vampire!reader ➴ You bond yourself to Bucky to save his life My Heart Remembers You ⨮ ꕥ ➴ Your love transcends time as you are reborn to find your Bucky Burning House ⨮ ➴ Another night another nightmare The Interrogation ⁂ || Winter Soldier ➴ You interrogate the Winter Soldier Promises ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You need to come to grips with your newly acquired power The Secret Life of Bucky Barnes ➴ A glimpse into life as Bucky’s secret girlfriend Wallflower ꕥ ➴ You and Bucky finally confess your feeling for each other Instinct ꕥ || blind!reader ➴ Bucky tracks you down after trying to stop a mugging and he ends up staying for the company. Don’t Want To Miss A Thing ⁂ ➴ Bucky celebrates your birthday Seven Seconds † ➴ In seven seconds you see your entire future laid bare.

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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First Easter

Created: 22.04.2022

Finished: 24.04.2022

Edited: 11.09.2023

Word count: 1,086

Age: 10 months

Warning: Tony

Detka = Baby

Request: No

Summary: You and Natasha celebrate your first Easter together.

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Natasha had never been a person who cared too much about celebrations like birthdays, Easter, Christmas, or any other there could be.

That was, of course, until she became a mother.

When Natasha unexpectedly had you, her world turned upside down, and suddenly all the things she was taught to be wrong and bad, were no longer wrong and bad.

She started to crave love and affection.

She wanted to be the best mother for you. To give you everything she couldn't have as a child.

Hugs, kisses, celebrations, silly faces, playtime, lullabies, or stories became the things the ex-assassin loved with all her heart now.

After you, of course.

You will always be the thing Natasha truly loves with all her being.

—

"Good morning, baby!" Natasha cooed at her baby as she took you out of your crib

"Mama!" You excitedly clapped your hands

You said your first word about a month ago and there weren't actually too many words that you could currently say. Three words. That was all you could say at the moment. But Natasha was so proud of you for being an early talker and she tried her best to slowly teach you new words.

As soon as you were in her arms, you snuggled closer to her chest and remained silent for a few seconds while Natasha rocked you from side to side.

"Guess what day it's today, baby?" Nat lowered her head to look at your face "It's Easter! Can you believe it, detka?! Your first Easter!"

As an answer, you started babbling when you heard Natasha's excitement and she couldn't help but smile and copy you.

—

"Where on Earth it's Stark?" Sam shouted as he entered the common room where everyone was gathered

"I don't know." Steve declared "No one had seen him the entire morning, not even Pepper."

"Why do I feel like he's about to do some stupid thing, only his ass could do?!" Bucky stated as he continued to eat some fruits from his plate

Let's just say that Bucky wasn't wrong at all.

Because when Tony ran inside the room dressed as a bunny, well... more like a drunk bunny, all the kids started screaming and crying.

All except you.

"Hey, hunny bunnies! Guess who's here?!" Tony started moving around the room and closer to you who were sitting in your mother's lap on the sofa

Natasha finished feeding you just in time before Tony made his grand entrance, scaring all the kids away.

Everyone collectively face palmed themselves, this was such a Tony move. And yet, they kind of expected him to do something like that. He's Tony after all.

"Mini Romanoff..." Tony extended his arms to take you from Natasha's "Come to Uncle Tony."

The moment Tony started removing you from your mom's arms, you screamed so loud that Tony almost dropped you to the ground. But as soon as Natasha held you again, your cries faded away.

Natasha only glared at Tony and the man vanished into thin air.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. Mama's right here." Natasha whispered while rubbing your back as you hid your face in her chest, clinging to her

—

Natasha already had planned a lot of fun activities for you two to do together.

She started by dressing you in the cutest pink and white dress there exists and a baby jacket that had a white bunny on the back.

Then she took you outside the compound, and you both lay on a picnic blanket.

Natasha was looking mesmerized at you all the time. You were her little miracle and you simply amazed her more and more with each day that passed.

The way you would turn your head at every sound or how you would smile and babble when Natasha explained to you about nature and animals, and sounds or look where she pointed and carefully watched whatever she showed you with curious eyes, was something the woman thought she'll never get to experience because of her past.

—

"Look, Y/N! Here's your gift!" Natasha lowered down beside you a basket full of things, after you two returned from watching the duckies at the pond and feeding them

As soon as you saw the multitude of things in that basket you did your best to sit using all your baby strength and started giggling as you reached to pull the things out.

There were a few baby books, a baby blanket, some stuffed animals and interactive toys, and clothes. All for you.

You first reached for a stuffed dog.

"Pup." You smiled at your mom, proudly showing her your new toy "Mama. Pup."

"That's right, Y/N. It's a puppy. Good job!" She kissed the top of your head "Let's see what else you have here."

You spent the rest of the day in your mom's arms outside, playing with toys, listening to her as she read you from your new books and sang happy songs for you to clap and babble along and maybe even get you to learn a new word.

—

It was late and the day was almost over when Clint, Steve, Wanda, and a beat-up Tony, made their way inside the common room.

But as soon as they got inside, they froze in place.

"Is that... Romanoff?" Tony questioned "F.R.I.D.A.Y., record this please."

"Tasha?" Clint called for her

But Natasha was too focused to chase you, crawling all around the room. The sound of her laughter and happy voice, alongside your baby giggles, were filling the compound.

"I'm gonna catch you! I'm gonna catch you!" Natasha laughed as she crawled after you

The sight of her pretending to move faster only made you crawl as quickly as you could.

"Come on, guys!" Wanda pushed the boys out "It's not our place here. Let them have their moment. It's private!"

—

Even if they got out, Tony still kept the recording of Natasha crawling after her daughter during their playtime.

That video will become an important reminder for you of how much your mom loves you.

—

"I love you." Natasha whispered in your ear after she finished her lullaby but you were already sound asleep in her arms "I hope you enjoyed your first Easter as much as I did, baby."

Natasha's heart swelled from joy when you smiled in your sleep as she kissed your forehead before putting you back in your crib.

This was the first Easter ever for both of you and it was definitely a memorable one.

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fxckmiup · 2 years

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,979

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"Congratulations class of 2022!!!!" our principal yells into the mic and we all cheer as we throw our hats into the air with big smiles on our faces.

I catch my hat, wanting to keep it for memories. "Ouff," I groan when the air gets knocked out of me by the Russian blonde that slams into me. "You're free Y/n!!!!" Yelena yells into my ears as I wrap my arms around her waist and spin her around.

"I'm sorry that you have one more year left," I tell her and she groans in response slapping my arm as she untangles herself from me. The next arm around me is from the redhead Russian, "Congratulations Nat," I whisper to her ear as she does the same with me.

We go around hugging and congratulating each other and my heart skips a beat when I walk up to Wanda last. I watch as she walks cautiously towards me and I take her hand pulling her to me softly. I wrap my arms around her neck, "congratulations Wands, you made it."

She pulls back smiling softly and meets my eyes with her green ones, "we made it."

An arm wraps around my shoulders and Wanda's, "so party time right?" Sam says excitedly as he pulls Wanda and me away from each other and wedges himself between us. I shake my head at his antics, "Yup, party at my place! Remember that we're celebrating Y/n's birthday today more than the fact that our hard work in college is over," Tony says sarcastically making me roll my eyes.

"You're so annoying," I groan before pushing Tony's head away and untangling myself from Sam's arm.

"Ahhh, I can't wait," Yelena squeals and hooks an arm around mine. "Don't be too excited, you and Kate are being cut off of alcohol before anybody else," Natasha warns her little sister who looks offended.

"Um excuse me, I'm russian. I can outdrink Sam and Steve combined," Yelena says in defence making me laugh at Sam's offended look. "You're excused Yelena," Natasha simply replies making the younger sister scoff.

"Cyka," Yelena mutters under her breath making me shake my head before leading us both to my car.

...

I step into Tony's apartment balcony to get some air and watch the city at night. I'll miss this, I'll miss this city. I wasn't much of a city person, to begin with, but I fell in love with NYU that I bit the bullet and moved states away from my family. Now I'm about to move out of a city that I grew to love in the last few years.

Only a year and a half ago I couldn't even imagine my life not being in New York City, surrounded by everything and everyone I love. Now here I am, getting ready to move away from a place I truly call home.

I sigh before taking a swig of the whiskey on ice I've been walking around with.

I turn to the sound of the sliding doors opening and closing to find Tony stepping out to the balcony, "can I join you?" he asks which I answer with a smile and a nod before looking back at the view.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks and I don't need any clarification of what he's talking about.

"Not really, but I'm kinda looking forward to it. Something new, something to distract me with."

"You already know how I feel about it. As much as I think this opportunity is amazing and once in a lifetime, I think you're taking it for the wrong reasons. You're accepting the job because you want to run away, run away from certain people, run away from certain feelings. Do you really think that's going to help?" Tony asks softly and I feel his gaze burn a hole on the side of my face but I don't dare to look back at him.

"I would hope so. Only one way to find out," I shrug before sighing. "Their relationship seems to be blossoming into something more serious and I'm not going to ruin that for her. She's happy and it may not be with me but I'm happy for her. If anyone deserves to be happy out of all of us, it's her and she finally is. I can hurt a little bit more for her, that's how much I love her," I confess tearfully into the dark night. The wind carrying my words to the moon and stars that absolutely know more of my secrets than anybody else.

Tony wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a side hug. "Have you told anyone else?" I shake my head at his question.

"Y/n! Are you out of your mind? You're leaving in a week and you haven't told anyone else?" Tony asks scolding me with a slap to my shoulder.

"You weren't supposed to know yet either, except you were snooping around," I say with an eye roll that gets me a scoff. "Well I'm happy I did, at least I got two weeks to mentally prepare myself for your departure."

I don't answer and Tony sighs before continuing, "You might not even make it to your flight because Natasha will kill you for telling her so last minute."

"I'm just not ready yet. It's a week away and my flight is booked but yet it feels like it's not even real and I guess I'm delaying telling my friends who are my family because the moment I do it'll actually become real. That I'm actually leaving. If everyone is sad around me then I'll have more time to be sad and potentially back out of my decision. So telling everyone last minute and dip quickly after is the only choice I can think about."

"You're brains and looks are top-notch, yet your logic on this case is so fucked up," Tony says groaning making me laugh before downing my whiskey.

"You're going to tell her last?" Tony asks and I bite my lip nervously before nodding. "You're going to break her, Y/n," Tony warns and I look back inside seeing Wanda laugh loudly at something Sam tells her. "I think she'll be okay Tony," I tell him as we both watch our friends have a good time.

...

I open my eyes the next morning with a sigh as I stare up at the ceiling. After talking to Tony last night we both joined the others and tried to enjoy the party as much as I can, treasuring my last get-together with everyone for a while. Eventually, the party started to die down in the early hours of this morning and most of everyone slept at Tony's being that everyone drank a good amount of alcohol. I think Wanda left with Vision, I'm not sure, one minute I saw her and the next they were gone. I heard they were eager to leave, probably continue their own party at home.

I groan at the thought and run my hands down my face to shake the images out of my head. It's Saturday today and I leave this coming Friday meaning, I need to pack all my shit and get my shit together before I fly out to face the world alone.

I've been an intern for a very well-known company for a year and lucky for me they ended up offering me an impressive intermediate position, being a leader to a small number of a team. The downside is that the position is in their Seattle headquarters which is about 5 hrs away from New York by a plane ride. It's across the country and I can't believe I actually took the position.

I have a week before I leave my life behind, a week to tell all my friends the news. I grab the pillow beside my head and cover my face with it before yelling as loud as I can against the cushion to take all of my frustrations out.

I think I'm going to tell Yelena and Natasha first today before anyone else. Maybe I'll cook them our favourite dinner dish, crack a bottle of red wine, and lay it out slowly. I'm fucked, Tony's right, they're going to kill me.

...

Hours later I'm in my kitchen cooking a pasta dish that both the russian sisters and I absolutely love. Those two are like my sisters and if I let myself think too long about the fact that I won't have them so close to me, I might actually have a mental breakdown. I asked the two to come by tonight for a needed girl's night and they were both suspicious as to why I only invited them two but they didn't press too much, thank god.

I hear the front door open and I smile at Yelena's booming voice, "your favourite human has arrived." I laugh at the 'ow' that followed right after, knowing Natasha hit her at the back of the head.

"Hello hello sestry, the table is ready. Come sit, both of you," I tell them and I turn around just in time to see both of them giving each other a confused look.

"What's up with you?" Natasha asks skeptically before taking a seat across Yelena who looks up at me just as skeptical.

"What? I'm not allowed to call y'all, my sisters? Wow, I thought the feeling was mutual," I tease lightly as I pour wine into their glasses which only seemed to confuse them more.

"No, no, you absolutely can but something seems off here," Yelena backs Natasha up which makes me frown, "what are you? A russian spy? I'm just trying to enjoy a lovely dinner with my sisters, is that a crime?"

"I guess not ..." Natasha mutters before I sit beside her and we all dig into our food.

The conversation flows after a few minutes and soon after that little weird tension we were laughing and reminiscing about old stories.

"So, are you ever going to tell a certain someone how you feel?" Yelena sneakily asks before taking a sip of her red wine. "Well, I never thought I'd ever admit to Sam that I actually love his sense of humour but I guess I will now," I respond back which earns a glare from the sisters making me sigh in defeat.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Wanda is happy. She and Vision seem to be working on a pretty serious relationship and I'm not going to ruin that for her," I explain before throwing a piece of bread into my mouth.

"You're an idiot," Natasha points out and I nod agreeing with her with a dry chuckle, "you're not wrong."

"And you're going to tell me that I'm stupid in a minute," I continue before anyone could throw a remark.

"There it is, she's about to tell us something stupid she did and this entire dinner to bond with her sisters was just a way to lessen the blow. I knew it!" Yelena throws the accusation across the table as if she solved a murder mystery.

I get up from the table and walk to the counter grabbing a folded piece of paper. I close my eyes taking a deep breath before walking to sit back beside Natasha who narrows her eyes at the piece of paper in my hands.

I hesitate for a second before I hand her my official welcome letter to the company I'm working for. She takes it cautiously and unfolds the paper looking almost terrified at what she might find. I watch her eyes read the words on the paper and I flinch when I hear her gasp and I bite my inner cheek as I watch the tears pool at the rim of her eyes.

"What the hell is in that paper?" Yelena asks cautiously but before I can even acknowledge her Natasha flicks her tearful eyes at me in disbelief. I hear Yelena's chair scrape on the floor before snatching the paper out of Natasha's hand. I watch her frantically read the contents of the paper and she shakes her head in disbelief.

"You're lying. This is a joke. Tell me this is a joke Y/n!" Yelena yells looking at me with angry tears.

"I'm sorry," I say just above a whisper while finally letting myself let go of all the tears I've been holding in. Yelena scoffs before throwing the letter on the counter as she paces the room stressfully. I look back at Natasha who's still staring at me, not bothering with the tears rolling freely down her face.

"Don't get me wrong Y/n, I'm happy for you. That job, that position, that pay, that's an amazing offer, especially for someone who just graduated and I'm so happy and proud of you for earning it. But fuck, Seattle? That's a 5-hour plane ride from here! How the hell am I going to see you? Are we even going to see you? And you leave in 5 days? Are you serious right now?" Natasha groans, obviously conflicted with her feelings as I am with mine.

"I need some air," Yelena mutters before exiting and stepping out on my balcony.

"Who knows?" Natasha asks. "Only Tony and before you say anything, he found out because he was snooping." Natasha rolls at the revelation, "typical Tony," she mutters making both of us chuckle. See? I guess it wasn't too bad. This could have gone much worse.

...

I scratch my eyebrow exhaling loudly trying to control the building anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I drop another folded shirt into my suitcase before swallowing and trying to control my breathing. It's Wednesday night and I'm home trying to pack my whole entire life into just 2 medium-sized suitcases.

I thought to keep my apartment here in NYC and while I'm gone, Yelena will be moving in to sublease as she finishes her schooling. Therefore, I don't have to move furniture or anything major, just most of my clothes into these suitcases and probably live minimalistic for however long I need to. Also, at least I'd have an apartment to come back to if I ever move back or visit the city.

Everyone in our circle of friends knows of my relocation except for one person, well two, if I'm counting Vision but Vision is kind of a part of the friend group but kinda not at the same time. His presence is just ... weird ... in the best way possible and I'm not sure how to explain it. Wanda doesn't know about it and I'm honestly just procrastinating telling her because I have no idea how to tell her.

We haven't spoken properly since her birthday, we spoke during our graduation but not really at the same time. Tony insisted on having a going away party this Friday and I tried declining but when his mind is made up, it's made up. There was supposed to be the last send-off party for everyone this weekend but they decided to cancel that and move the party to Friday before my flight. Wanda and Vision think that the last send-off party for our graduated asses was simply being rescheduled to Friday, they have no idea of the true reasoning and so they aren't suspicious about it.

I am planning on talking to Wanda Friday morning before the party because I don't want her to be dumbfounded walking through the doors. She'll be mad that I'm telling her at the very last minute but I don't think I can tell her any earlier because if I do and she asks me to stay, I would stay.

I sigh, plopping myself down on the bed beside my open overflowing suitcase and I stare at the ceiling biting my lips to stop my lips from quivering.

This is the right choice, right? I mean, there's no other way to move on if I stay close to Wanda.

...

I roll over on my bed and face the window that gives me a full view of the crack of dawn over New York City, a view I'll surely miss. Today's the day. I leave today. I haven't spoken to anyone since Wednesday morning and no one has reached out to me either and I think that's because no one knows what to say. Everyone is dealing with this change in their own little world, which I don't blame them for, I don't think I've fully accepted it either.

I feel as if my body is on autopilot and I've numbed myself and I knew that the moment I get on that plane, I'm going to break. The walls I've been holding these last few weeks are slowly going to crumble down but for now, I can't show anyone how this change is truly breaking me apart.

The party is at 3 pm and my flight is at 7 pm which means I have to be at the airport by 6 pm which also means that I have to leave the party at around 5:30 pm to get there on time. Two and a half hours at the party seems like enough time for all the goodbyes.

I sigh watching the sun come up as I curl further into my blanket, not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed just yet. I'm going to go see Wanda at around 11 am in hopes that it's enough time to get everything out before I leave. I thought about telling her how I truly feel about her but that would just be dumb and incredibly selfish of me. She's happy. She might not be happy with me but she's happy and content in her relationship and that's all I've ever wanted for her.

I know Vision enough to know that he treats her how she deserves to be treated. I know that he'll do everything he can to make sure she is happy and well taken care of and with that knowledge, I feel comfortable enough to leave.

Yelena and Kate insisted to come with me when I do go see Wanda, no idea why, but I agreed knowing how much I'll need their emotional support.

My eyes flicker to the dark green tiny velvet box that's sitting on my bedside table, biting my lips as I stare at it forcing myself to stop the tears from forming.

Papa Olek and mama Iryna sat me one summer and told me they knew of my feelings for their daughter, Wanda. Funny thing was, I haven't even come to that realization yet so I tried to deny their assumption but they explained to me how they see the love that I have just by how I look at Wanda. They explained that it's the way papa Olek looked at mama Iryna and vice versa.

They gave me the engagement ring that papa Olek had given mama Iryna when he proposed saying they know that Wanda and I will be a forever thing. I asked them what if I wasn't the one? They simply brushed the idea off but when I pressed the possibility of me not being the one Wanda chooses, they told me that they trust my approval for whoever might end up with Wanda and to make sure to pass the ring along, only if I was 110% sure of it.

Then the next summer they passed away from a terrible accident and I vowed to keep Wanda forever safe. Pietro knows of the ring and what mama and papa had told me. He sometimes comes over to look at it when he misses his parents but Wanda has zero clue about it. She looked for the ring after their passing but soon gave up when she couldn't find it anywhere, utterly disappointed.

And now I look at it with a heavy chest, "I might not be the one mama and papa," I whisper out with a sob as I bury my face into the pillow finally letting a few tears out.

"Shhh," Natasha whispers from behind me as she wraps her arms around my waist pulling me closer while I feel the bed dip in front of me. "We got you," I hear Yelena say softly before wrapping her arms around me. My russian sisters sandwiched me in a tight hug while I let out the emotions I've been holding onto for the last few weeks. I guess I can't hold it in long enough to get to the airport first.

I grab onto Yelena's arm, sobbing into her chest, my whole body shaking as I let my heart cry out.

...

Third Person POV

Y/n takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly to calm her nerves, she quickly knocks firmly on the door before she had a second to doubt her decision. Not even a second later the woman who's been messing with her heart opens the door, surprised with Y/n's unannounced visit.

"Y/n?" Wanda asks confused but steps aside to let her in. "Hi," Y/n says quietly as she passes the brunette.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asks after closing the door and making her way to the kitchen. "Did you want some water? coffee?" the brunette asks and Y/n shakes her head, "No thank you."

"Do you have time to talk?" Y/n asks quietly and her tone catches Wanda's full attention, turning around forgetting her current task. "Yeah, I do. Actually, I wanted to talk to you too."

"Oh? What's up?" Y/n says as she fiddles with her rings nervously.

"Um," Wanda visibly swallows. "I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now and I just, I couldn't because I didn't want it to ruin our friendship."

"Wanda, what is it?" Y/n asks, her voice now sounding worried. "Vis and I had a talk. We had a talk about you. A few conversations about you actually," Wanda starts making Y/n feel uneasy.

"Well first of all, we broke up. We broke up because he was right."

"He was right about what? Wanda just tell me you're scaring me," Y/n pleads as she already feels herself start thinking about how she'll confront Vision for breaking Wanda's heart.

"He's right when he said that I was in love with you," Wanda drops and Y/n felt as if time just froze her in place. Did she hear that correctly?

"What?" Y/n asks after a few seconds and Wanda chews at her lip before repeating her words, sounding firmer this time. "Y/n," they lock eyes together with emotions swirling in them, "I'm desperately and utterly in love with you. I have been for years."

Y/n suddenly forgot how to breathe, she stood there for a moment, all she could do was stare. Was what she heard right? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? Worse, is this some kind of sick joke? A big dream that she'll think waking up would be her biggest nightmare?

After what felt like hours, but in reality just a minute, the true meaning of Wanda's words finally started sinking into her and her body almost felt weak at the realization. She blinks her thoughts away to see that Wanda was still there, standing in front of her with a terrified, but slightly hopeful look in her eyes.

Y/n, where the hell is your tongue? Speak woman!

Y/n blinks a couple more times before opening her mouth, "I love you too."

Within an instant, Wanda closes the space between the two and smashes her lips against Y/n's pink plump ones. Y/n stood there shocked but quickly reciprocates before her mind finally catches up to reality. She slightly pushes Wanda away from her, "Wands stop."

"What? I thought -" Wanda starts but Y/n cuts her off quickly. "I know. And I do, I just, I have something to tell you first." Wanda's eyebrows furrow at her words before encouraging her to continue, "okay what is it?"

"I got offered a job, at my internship."

Wanda's eyes widen in excitement and if it was on any other day, Y/n would melt to mush at the sight but at this moment she only felt her heart break even more. "Really? Is it the position you've been working hard to reach?"

Y/n nods and Wanda lets out a squeal in excitement. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" the brunette steps forward to give her a hug but Y/n puts her hand up. "The job is in Seattle."

Wanda's smile immediately dropped and she swallows the bile that threatened to come up, feeling sick at the thought of Y/n leaving to go across the country. Seattle? No way. It seemed like her voice was refusing to speak, refusing to ask the question that she almost doesn't want to ask.

"What are you going to do?" Wanda whispers as she blinks the tears trying to pool at the brim of her eyes.

"Wanda ..." Y/n starts and Wanda's green eyes snap up at hers at the cautious tone she used. Y/n almost cringes at the sight of the brunette's eyes widen slightly as she puts it together, "you took the job."

"I can't turn it down," Y/n tells her firmly. "You know I've been working hard for this position for the last two years. I can't turn it down."

"Fine. I'll go with you," Wanda says confidently. She didn't even have to think about it, she can't see herself anywhere that Y/n isn't. She'd relocate across the world if that means she finally gets to be with Y/n.

"Wanda no," Y/n shakes her head. "I can't ask you to do that, absolutely not."

The brunette takes a step closer, "you're not asking." Y/n continues to shake her head and takes a step back, "no. Your life is here."

"Y/n, I want to be where you are," Wanda says firmly. "I want to be with you."

"Wanda, I don't want you to go." Wanda's eyebrows furrow as she takes a couple of steps back, slightly confusing Y/n. "Oh," she whispers as her shoulders deflate.

Wanda starts pacing around as her mood changes faster than a blink of an eye. Now, she was angry. How can Y/n tell her she loves her back and kiss her back and then tell her that she's leaving her? What the hell is that? This has to be some sick sick sick joke. Maybe even a bet because what the hell?

Y/n watches her, swallowing the lump in her throat that's pushing its way out. She hasn't even had the time to actually process the fact that the woman she's been pining over, she's been in love with, she's been trying to move on from, actually reciprocated the same feelings this whole entire time. Everything was blurring and it was making Y/n's mind cloudy.

Suddenly Wanda stops abruptly facing her with her eyebrows furrowed, "you said you loved me."

"And I do," Y/n tells her without skipping a beat but something in her eyes flickered that didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. "But, you're going to leave me?" Wanda presses and Y/n sighs in return.

"You know, everyone kept saying that we've been walking around each other, playing the safe hurtful game. That we were both the reasons why nothing ever happened between us. But this time, it's me. I'm the reason why this isn't going to work out."

"I just don't get it. Make it make sense Y/n," Wanda desperately says. "I tell you I'm in love with you and you tell me you love me and I'm standing here telling you that I want to be with you but here you are choosing to leave me," the brunette's voice slightly gets louder as her anger becomes more prominent.

"Wanda. This is important to me. I've worked hard the last two years of uni for this, you were there while I did so you must know how much I want this. How much I need this," Y/n tells the brunette firmly.

"Then fucking take me! Take me with you! I said I want to go."

"No. I already said no. I don't want you to go. And plus, I'm barely going to be home as it is. The position is demanding, relationships are demanding, and I don't even know how much time I'll have in my hands for free time. I can't do both." Wanda scoffs as she shakes her head.

"So you're saying I'm going to be a distraction?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying! Stop putting words in my mouth," Y/n seethes. Why can't Wanda understand her? "What I'm saying is I don't want you to go. Your life is here and I am not going to have you drop it all for me. So no Wanda. You can not come and that's the end of that conversation."

"It's not that you can't do both. It's that you don't want to. Hell, you aren't even willing to try!"

Y/n just stared at her. How can Wanda think that? Y/n is doing this for her, to be better, to be enough for her. How can she say that she isn't willing to try when Y/n has been drowning and kicking herself for the last few years to make sure she was enough?

The silence that followed was deafening and it finally truly dawned on the two their current reality. The exchange between the two was like watching an intense game of tennis, going off of pure adrenaline to even realize what actually was happening. And now that they finally got a moment of silence the adrenaline slowly died down and sadness started seeping in. Sadness that they both feel will end up drowning them.

Wanda is now truly understanding that Y/n was leaving. She can see it in Y/n's eyes that her decision was made up, this wasn't something she just decided on this morning. This has been in the works and she can feel herself getting angry at the fact that she's only finding out now. But then her anger soon turns into darkness, sadness, and loneliness, at the thought that her Y/n is leaving her. She's going on with her life without Y/n and she can't have that. She can't live without Y/n in her life, without her being a few blocks down, without the choice of just calling her up to go meet up for lunch in the city.

As for Y/n, her mind reminded her that Wanda had just confessed her feelings. The same feelings that she has had for the brunette for years now. She didn't come here with the intention of coming clean with her feelings, she believed that Wanda never looked at her like that. No matter how many times their friends told her that Wanda reciprocated her feelings, she believed that there was never a slight chance. How could she when Wanda made sure to always say how straight she was and how in love she was with Vision?

Y/n's decision to accept the position across the world was because she's been working for this for the last two years of uni but thinking Wanda will never like her back definitely pushed her further into that decision. On top of that, she also wanted to take it in hopes one day she can be enough for the brunette but here they were. The woman of her dreams finally told her what she's been wanting to hear and she's still choosing to leave because if she was ever to give them a try, she wants to make sure that she was enough and that she can provide.

"Y/n," Wanda whispers as tears start making their way to her eyes, "you can't just leave."

"I can. I have to," Y/n breathes out. "We can figure this all out," Wanda tries to reason with her, taking a step closer.

"There's nothing to figure out," Y/n shares but Wanda can see that there's more to it. "What is it?" Wanda asks shakily.

"I leave today."

Today? Y/n leaves today?

"You what?" Wanda exclaims heartbroken. She shakes her head, no way is this happening. This has to be a nightmare. This can not be happening. With Y/n just standing there with now tears in her own eyes Wanda continues, "we can make this work. We can find a way to make both of us work. This has to work Y/n."

"Wanda .." Y/n breathes out, scratching her eyebrows.

"How the hell can you just stand there and act like you don't care at all?" Wanda pushes, her irritation with the situation getting the best of her.

"I do care Wands," the nickname furthermore breaks the brunette's heart. "Then start acting like it!" Wanda shoots in complete frustration.

"I'm sorry," that's all Y/n can give because there's no turning back now. Wanda's defensive shoulders drop and she closes the gap between them once again, taking a hold of the back of Y/n's neck. "Please, please don't do this," Wanda whispers as she rests her forehead against Y/n's.

"I'm sorry," Y/n says again, letting a few tears roll down her cheeks. Wanda only shakes her head rapidly and presses her lips against Y/n's. Wanda let out a sob through the kiss, both their tears mixed together. Y/n takes hold of the back of Wanda's neck, pressing their lips together as hard as they can and allows herself to let out a sob as well. They relay their heavy emotions through the kiss knowing that this was it.

"I'm sorry," Y/n whispers against Wanda's lips before gripping the brunette's wrist, pulling them away from her as she steps back from the kiss.

"Y/n .. please," Wanda sobs out.

"I'll come back for you," Y/n whispers and with that, she turns around and walks out.

...

The clock strikes 5:45 pm and Y/n's phone blares its alarm for the third time tonight, reminding her of her flight. She glances at the door before facing her group of friends, "I can't wait any longer. I have to go."

Natasha sighs while everyone sends Y/n a sorrowful look. She doesn't need pity, not right now because she can not afford to have another breakdown today. She's had two already, third time can not happen before she gets into the plane.

Everyone walks Y/n to the door, bidding her a quick goodbye knowing that they're all pressed for time. "Natasha we know for a fact you'll get her to the airport on time, but please make sure she's in one piece," Sam jokes trying to lighten the mood but he only gets a hard glare from the redhead making everyone laugh.

"I'll be fine Sam," Y/n tells him before grabbing her purse since all of her suitcases were already in the car. "I love you all so much and thank you for this. I will text the group chat when I land. And please don't drink too much."

"I'm sorry not everyone made it here tonight," Tony says and Y/n waves her hand dismissingly. "It's fine. Maybe it's better this way," she tells him. She does not want to dwell on the fact that Wanda didn't make it on time for the party.

Natasha and Yelena usher Y/n out to the car, her two sisters wanting to be the one who drives her to the airport and no one dared to argue with them.

Y/n stares out the window, watching as she gets further and further from the place she called home.

...

Yelena and Natasha walk into Tony's apartment and quickly scan the group who were all quietly sitting in front of the TV in the living room, watching Friends at a low volume, and it's apparent that no one was paying attention to the show. Everyone was distraught at their friends' departure, rightfully so as Y/n had always been the glue of the friend group. She was always accepting, welcoming, and forgiving, and she had the biggest and kindest heart.

Everyone felt like someone had cut off a limb from their bodies, now not knowing how to function properly again.

"She's still not here?" Yelena asks the group as she walks closer and Kate shakes her head making Yelena's anger towards the sokovian resurface. The blonde russian sits beside Kate while Natasha sits on her other side. It was evident that everyone was upset towards Wanda, Yelena and Natasha were a bit angrier as they're the most protective over Y/n.

Yelena is a fun person, she's light, and she's always joking. It's rare to truly piss her off but if you do, you better run for the hills. Natasha's scary when she's mad and everyone tries to stay within her good graces for the most part but Yelena's something else; and by the way her nose is flaring at the moment, it makes everyone want to reach for their phone to tell Wanda not to come if she wants to stay alive. Unfortunately, the window to save the sokovian from the russian wrath was shut closed when the said sokovian walks through the door mid-laugh with Vision.

"I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where's the music?" Wanda says after realizing how quiet the house was and Bucky's eyes flicker to Yelena, ready to stop the blonde from jumping on the brunette if it came to.

"Where have you been?" Steve asks timidly. If it wasn't Y/n trying to calm a situation, it was Steve as he had an old soul like his grandfather who fought in the war.

"Vis and I went to the movies but after that, we stopped by the arcade beside the cinema and kinda lost track of time," she explains while she and Vision walk closer to the group. Yes, they broke up, but Vision was the one she's been coming to for advice about her feelings regarding Y/n. "Why?"

After Y/n left her apartment this morning, she called Vision in hysterics and Vision just did what he can to distract Wanda throughout the day. The two of them completely lost track of time and it also didn't help that they didn't know what time Y/n was leaving. All Wanda knew was that Y/n's flight was going to be late tonight.

"You're late," Sam comments with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothering to look up at them as he continues to stare at the coffee table. The man was one of Y/n's closest friends and was the next most protective over Y/n after the russian sisters, although the rest of the group would wanna argue against his claims which only further proves how much they all value Y/n.

"We weren't aware of the strict time frame, we're sorry," Vision sincerely says but his genuine tone doesn't stop Yelena from scoffing as a response that only confuses Wanda further.

"What's going on? And why are you upset with us being late? I don't see Y/n being here," Wanda's poor choice of words breaks the thin grip Yelena had on her patience.

The blonde jumps to her feet quickly ready to charge towards Wanda's direction but Natasha grips at her wrist keeping her in place, "are you fucking serious right now?" she seethes towards the sokovian.

Yelena looks down at Natasha, "is she fucking serious right now?" and then she looks around the group of people, "she can't be fucking serious."

"Why can't anyone just tell me what the hell is going on?" Wanda asks out loud, frustration clear in her voice. Why is everyone mad at her? To Wanda's mind, Y/n hasn't even arrived at the party yet so why were they mad at her?

"You don't get to be frustrated right now. You don't get to be mad. You don't get to be anything! And you know what? Maybe it's better you don't know because if you did, you'd probably make this a lot more harder and painful like you always do."

"Excuse me?" Wanda tilts her head, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" What are they on about?

"Yelena let's calm down," Steve offers as he gets up to stand in front of Yelena to block her view of the sokovian but Natasha steps in between them facing the man. "I'd back away if I were you, Steve."

Natasha has her own words to spew toward the brunette but she was better than her sister at keeping them down. "Natasha, let's not escalate this. Y/n wouldn't want that and you know that."

"What does what Y/n want have to do with this?" Vision cluelessly asks. "I'd shut up if I were you Vision," Clint comments.

"Okay okay, why don't we all just have a breather. It's late, it's been a long day, let's all take a deep breath and maybe take a sip of water?" Kate says as her eyes bounce to every person in the room as she awkwardly shuffles around in front of the tv.

"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asks quietly.

"And now you want to know?" Yelena says with sarcasm and chuckles humourlessly. "Vision collect your girlfriend and take her home before I say something I'll regret," Natasha says stepping away from Steve to look at Wanda finally. The redhead obviously knows that they've broken up, but she was far too upset at this current moment to care.

"Where's Y/n, Natasha?" Wanda asks louder, ignoring all the other comments being thrown at her. Her stomach was twisting, an awful feeling about what the reason for their anger towards her was. No way. No way did she miss Y/n. No way did she not say goodbye to Wanda.

She couldn't have left already, it's still early. Wanda's heart was beating hard against her that she was afraid it'd jump out.

"Um, water anyone? How about a walk?" Kate's comment falls on deaf ears.

"She's gone and she left because of you."

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🔥 Happy birthday and congrats! If you're still taking prompts, both of Hannix having nightmares and comforting the other? Thank you!

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(I actually wrote about Phoenix having a nightmare in The Night She Stayed, so I decided to focus on Hangman in this one!)

It took the third kick to her leg for Phoenix to realize that Hangman wasn’t just experiencing sudden restlessness in the middle of the night. Groaning softly, she sat up in bed and pushed the covers back so that she could reach over and switch on her bedside lamp.

“Babe?” she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she glanced over at where her boyfriend was supposed to be sleeping beside her.

It looked like he was thrashing more than sleeping. His arms and legs kept jerking wildly as he rolled back and forth in bed, his face screwed up in an expression of intense focus and maybe even—fear?

She recognized that expression. She recognized those movements.

“Babe,” she repeated, more firmly this time. She reached over and grabbed his shoulder, shaking it determinedly. “Jake,” she said when he still didn’t wake up. “Jake, baby, wake up,” she went on, raising her voice slightly.

“No, no, no!” Hangman cried out, sitting up abruptly as he seemed to suddenly shake himself out of the nightmare he’d been experiencing. He glanced around the room and blinked in surprise at the brightness of the lamp, lifting a hand to shield his eyes.

“Babe,” Phoenix breathed out softly, resting a gentle hand on his back and giving him a moment to catch his breath. Glancing at his chest, she could tell that his heart was still racing. “Are you okay?” she asked slowly, reaching up to cup his cheek and turn his face towards hers.

“Fuck,” Hangman sighed under his breath, running a hand down his face. “Oh, God, baby,” he rasped, turning to take her into his arms and bury his face in her neck. He was practically crushing her with how tightly he was holding onto her.

“Jake, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” Phoenix told him, wrapping her arms around him and gently stroking the nape of his neck.

“It was a nightmare,” he murmured, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than her. “Just a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. She knew from personal experience that it was best not to push. At the same time, she knew that it really did help to get things off your chest instead of burying them.

Hangman didn’t respond right away, pulling away just a little bit so that he could lean back against his pillows. He laced his fingers through Phoenix’s, squeezing her hand lightly.

“It was—I was dreaming about the mission,” he began slowly. She didn’t need to ask which mission he was talking about. “I could hear you all, you know?” he continued, his green eyes searching her face desperately. “After you climbed out of Coffin Corner. When you were dogfighting with those SAMs. I could hear you all, calling out to each other. Trying to outrun those missiles. I could hear you all fighting for your lives while I sat on the carrier, feeling completely useless,” he explained, swallowing roughly.

“Jake,” Phoenix said softly, brushing her thumb against the back of his hand soothingly.

“It killed me when I heard you say that Dagger One was hit, Phoenix,” he went on, trying to get it all out. “And then when Rooster went down, too—well…I never really believed we’d lose anyone on that mission until that moment,” he confessed.

“We didn’t, Jake,” Phoenix insisted, resting a hand over his chest. “You saved Mav and Rooster. We all came home.”

“I know,” Hangman murmured, shaking his head. “But in my dream—my nightmare—it was you who got shot down. And I couldn’t save you. I tried, but I couldn’t—I couldn’t save you, baby,” he choked out, shaking his head harder.

“Oh, babe, I’m here. I’m right here,” Phoenix said, lifting one of his hands and pressing it against her chest, right over her heart. “Feel that? I’m alive, Jake. I’m alive. And I’m right here.”

“Natasha,” Hangman gasped out, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face against her chest. “Oh, baby.”

“I’m right here,” she whispered over and over again, kissing his forehead and resting her cheek against the top of his head.

They sat like that, wordlessly wrapped in each other’s arms for over an hour until Jake felt ready to go back to sleep. Turning the lights off, Phoenix snuggled up against his side and slipped her arms around him to hold him close.

“Get some sleep, babe. I’m right here.”

#🔥#2k/birthday celebration #drabble #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun #top gun: maverick #anon

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Well folks, if you didn’t already know, I’m old.

In a few weeks I turn 41!

Additionally I hit 650 followers the other day, yay!

To celebrate these two things I’m gonna do two things-

From Mon 20th to Thurs 23rd I’m going to answer your questions for some of my ‘verse pairings

I’m going to hold a little creative challenge, running from 13th June to 3rd July

Find more info below the cut

Please send me questions, request h/c or send your own thoughts on any of the following of my ‘verse relationships;

Steve, Cali and Bucky

Ari and Angel

M’Baku and Sabi

Joaquín and Sparky

Loki and Chess

Dark Steve, Sam, Bucky and Bunny

Sam and Bucky

Feel free to send them in any time. I will post my replies between 20th-23rd June.

80’s and 90’s music is my jam

Pick one of my fav’s (or two- doesn’t have to be x reader/ofc, it can be ship) and a choon.

Create a moodboard, fic, ficlet, h/c list, screengrab story board, artwork, whatevs!

Jen’s favs (and I ain’t picky)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Thor

Loki

Bruce Banner

Nat

Tony

Valkyrie

Peter Parker (TASM or MCU)

Joaquín Torres

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Andy Barber

Jake Jensen

Lee Bodecker

Lance Tucker

Choooooooooons

I’m still standing -Elton John

La Isla Bonita - Madonna

Centrefold - J.Geils Band

9 to 5 - Dolly Parton

Take on Me - Aha

Walking on Sunshine - Katrina and the Waves

I wanna dance with somebody - Whitney Houston

Set you free -N-trance

Let me be your fantasy - Baby D

Damn, I wish I was your lover-Sophie B Hawkins

Forgiven, not Forgotten - The Corrs

Bailamos - Enrique Iglesias

I see you, baby - Groove Armada

Rescue Me - Madonna

Bullet in the Gun - Planet Perfecto

Ready to Go - Republica

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Rules

Please post anytime between 13th June to 3rd July and use the tag #Jen’s Birthday, so I can create a master list.

Please no toilet play, underage, incest (inc step-cest) or bestiality (monster fucking is fine).

Please use appropriate tags.

Use the music prompt in any way you see fit.

Don’t see a song you vibe with? Let me know and I’ll search my playlist for some more options.

Prompts can be used by multiple creators, go nuts.

Feel inspired? Make more than one creation.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t have the bandwidth and will be either late or have to drop out. It’s supposed to be fun.

Tagging some beauts: @christywantspizza @sidepartskinnyjeans @yarnforbrains @jobean12-blog @navybrat817 @sgt-seabass @breakablebarnes @lil-nas-z @beelicious-barnes @duchessonfireao3 @koipondering @firefly-in-darkness @ramp-it-up @strangeprincex @writerkenna @tuiccim @weekendgothgirl @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @writing-for-marvel

#Jen’s Birthday #late to the party 81 #writing challenge #sleepover #ask me questions

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arlana-likes-to-write · 5 months

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Sneak Peak - Lightning Bug Chapter 25

“Please, Stark,” she said. “It’s not like you sleep anyways.” Her sister beat her to the comment she was going to make. Natasha wanted to have this meeting much earlier. It was challenging to get the young girl who was absent from this little get-together and who this meeting was about. The Black Widow blamed it on the candy Maria, who was slipping her candy during the movie. Sam, Wanda, and herself were standing in front of the team.

“We’ll make this quick,” Sam said. “The three of us learned recently that Y/n has never celebrated her birthday.”

“She doesn’t even know the day she was born.” It made Natasha’s blood boil at the girl’s confession. She could tell it bothered her more than she wanted to let on.

“That is..”

“So,” America said, a smile creeping up to her face. Natasha had a feeling she knew the direction this conversation was headed. “When are we throwing her a party?”

“That’s what we wanted to discuss,” the Black Widow said. “Are we cool with throwing her a party?” Maria rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.

“Please, Nat, you could have said, ‘I want to do something for Y/n,’ and we would agree to help,” the agent smiled. “That girl has us all wrapped around her finger.”

“We would do anything to see her smile,” Bucky added. “What’s the plan?”

I can't believe we are going on Chapter 25! This is crazy!

#lightning bug #wandanat x reader #wandanat x you #wandanat #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Grace and several Avengers help Steve celebrate his birthday with a party at the penthouse. Games are played and secrets are revealed.

“All right, best for last,” Tony stated, plopping a box wrapped in red white and blue wrapping paper down in front of Steve. “Happy birthday, Capsicle.”

In the distance, fireworks were going off in various parts of the city to celebrate the Fourth of July, but in Stark Tower, a little group of Avengers, plus Grace, were gathered around in the penthouse living room, celebrating Steve’s birthday. They’d had a traditional Fourth cookout, burgers and hotdogs on Tony’s ridiculously expensive gas grill that he complained was more complicated than his Iron Man suit. Nat and Bruce each brought some side dishes, coleslaw, potato salad, potato chips, and sliced watermelon. Rhodey came and brought a couple cases of beer. Even Sam flew up from D.C. and had arrived in enough time to head to the store then commandeer Steve’s kitchen to make his sister Sarah’s mac ‘n’ cheese, which was the hit of the dinner. Instead of a birthday cake, Steve had requested apple pie and vanilla ice cream, so Grace spent the morning making not one, but two apple pies, since Steve would likely eat half of one, possibly more, on his own.

“I haven’t seen Grace give him a gift yet,” Nat pointed out as she lifted her beer bottle to her lips, shooting Grace a knowing look.

“I’m going to ignore that, Romanoff,” Tony dropped back into his chair, leaning forward to swipe his own beer off the coffee table. “Open your present, Rogers.”

Everyone else had given Steve sensible and thoughtful gifts. An Under Armour shirt from Sam, for running, tactical gloves from Nat to go with his other Captain America gear, Rhodey got him a pair of tickets to a Mets game, and Bruce gave him a gorgeous coffee table book of paintings featured at the Met. They all waited with bated breath to see what could be in the box, since they all knew Tony’s relationship with Steve walked a fine line of love and hate. He hadn’t even told Grace what his gift was. Steve gently unwrapped the box, a habit from childhood years of not wanting to rip the paper so it could be reused. Prying open the box, he pulled out a small bottle, the kind with a dropper top. It was unlabeled, clearly not mass produced.

“What’s this?” He asked, raising a brow and lifting the bottle to the light, swirling the liquid contents with a little flick of his wrist.

“That,” Tony got up from his seat and hurried over to the bar, grabbing a tray he’d already set out which contained a large decanter of whiskey and a shot glass for each guest, “is the best birthday gift you’ve ever gotten.”

“Grace still hasn’t given him her present,” Nat pointed out again, making Sam snicker and both Steve and Grace flush bright red.

“Shut up, Romanoff,” Tony huffed and set the tray down on the coffee table and began setting out shot glasses within reach of everyone, filling each one up from the decanter. “Gimme the bottle,” he waved a hand to Steve who passed the little bottle over to him. They all watched as he unscrewed the cap, filled the dropper then squeezed a few drops into the shot he’d poured for Steve. “My dad didn’t leave the full formula, just notes, but I think I’ve recreated his magic elixir that will let you, Captain Boy Scout, get drunk.”

“Really?!” Steve lit up, reaching eagerly for the shot glass and downing it without a thought. A few around the circle gaped in shock, some laughed, a few did both. “Did you know about this?” He asked Grace who was staring at him, trying and failing to suppress her giggles. “What?”

“I don’t know, it’s just cute,” she laughed. “To see you actually behaving your age.”

“Yeah, happy ninety-seventh, old man,” Tony lifted his own shot glass in toast before knocking it back.

“Twenty-ninth,” Grace corrected him.

“The calendar and his birth certificate agree with me,” Tony stated, pouring himself and Steve each another shot. “Four drops at a time, Cap,” he passed the little bottle back over to Steve who administered the drops to his next shot himself. “All right, kids, let’s have a little fun,” he clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. “The name of the game is ‘never have I ever’ and the only goal is to get Rogers wasted. It’s a simple game. We go around the circle one at a time and say ‘never have I ever blah blah blah’ and if you’ve done that thing you have to take your shot. Got it?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Dad,” Grace frowned, thinking about how drunken honesty and belligerence might not be a good combo for two friends who were usually one sober miscommunication away from an argument.

“C’mon Gracie, when Pepper’s away, the Tony must play,” he countered with a ridiculous smirk.

“It’ll be ok, Grace,” Steve insisted. He looked genuinely excited. “It’ll be fun.”

“Ok,” she caved. “But I’m going to need a little courage before we start.” Grabbing her shot glass, she knocked it back and slapped the empty back on the table. “I hope you’re prepared for this, Dad,” she pointed at Tony. “I’m not responsible for your reactions to my answers.”

“Oh, this is going to be terrible,” Sam cackled while Rhodey facepalmed with a heavy groan. Nat just smirked while Bruce shifted in his seat, looking incredibly uncomfortable, as he usually did in group settings.

“I’ll go first,” Grace grabbed the decanter and poured herself another shot. “How about we ease into it? Never have I ever been to Europe.”

Everyone around the circle took a shot except for her.

“You’ve never been to Europe, Grace?” Nat asked. “Really?”

“Really,” she shrugged. “Used to be I didn’t have the money these days I just don’t have time. I have a whole itinerary planned out, if I ever set aside the time to go.”

“I keep trying to get her to go,” Tony stated, pouring shots for everyone, getting Steve first since he needed time to put in his elixir. “She won’t take a break from work, a trait she clearly didn’t inherit from me.”

“I’ll get there when the timing is right,” Grace insisted. “All right, who’s next, Dad or Steve?”

“Me,” Tony bounced excitedly in his seat. “Never have I ever had sex with someone within an hour of knowing them.”

Everyone but Bruce and Steve took their shots. Tony stared pointedly at Steve, brow furrowed.

“You didn’t take your shot,” he pointed at him as everyone else passed the decanter around, refilling their shot glasses. “You have to take your shot if you did the thing.”

“I haven’t done that,” Steve shrugged. “Give me something I can work with.”

“All right, it’s my turn,” Rhodey butted in before things could go awry. “Uh…” he mulled it over, trying to think of a good one. “Never have I ever jumped out of a plane without a parachute.”

Rhodey, Sam, Steve, and Tony all took their shots as Grace stared at her boyfriend in horror. She knew that her dad and Rhodey had their Iron Man suits that could fly, so if they jumped out of a plane without a chute, they would be fine. Sam had his Falcon wings, so she wasn’t worried about him. Steve on the other hand was just a man.

“How many times have you done that, exactly?” She asked and Steve shrunk into himself.

“You don’t want to know,” Nat chimed in, nestling into the couch and leaning over closer to Bruce to whisper something to him. He nodded and chuckled.

“I’m up,” Sam held his shot glass as he mulled over what he should say. “Never have I ever kissed a co-worker.”

Tony, Steve, Nat and Bruce each took their shot.

“Ok, I know Cap kissed Peggy, and I kissed Pepper,” Tony said, pointing between Nat and Bruce, “fess up, who have you two kissed?”

“A lady never kisses and tells,” Nat snickered, taking on a more feminine posture.

They passed the decanter around, glasses were refilled, and the game carried on riotously. Steve wound up having to take four shots in a row while Grace sat waiting for someone to give her a reason to drink. She had had a feeling that in the midst of the current group, there would be quite a few things she hadn’t done that they had, but she hadn’t anticipated being the only one to sit out so many rounds.

“We need to get Grace to drink,” Steve said, measuring out four more drops of his birthday present and swirling them into his shot. “Never have I ever gone on a weekend trip with a man I met through a sugar daddy dating service.” He turned and smirked right at Grace who felt her face go red hot. Letting out a nervous, shocked laugh, she knocked back her shot.

“Kathryn Grace Turner!” Tony yelped in shock, his eyes wide in horror.

“Kathryn?” Sam, Rhodey, Nat, and Bruce asked in a confused chorus.

“My scholarship funds for med school came up a little short that year,” she shrugged at her father. “I warned you that you might not like where this game went, Dad.”

“My daughter’s a hooker,” he covered his eyes with his hands and groaned. “A hooker who goes out with old men. Where did I go wrong?”

“Ok, for one thing,” Grace got up and grabbed the decanter before sitting back down and pouring herself another shot, “his name is Dennis and he was only thirty, I was twenty at the time. For another thing, he was a perfect gentleman and nothing happened. He’d been so consumed in his tech startup he didn’t have time for a relationship, but was embarrassed to show up to his brother’s wedding alone. We hung out, had a lovely time, and then he gave me thirty-thousand dollars for school as a thank you. He’s actually working on code for part of my current work project, but now he has a wife and two sweet little girls.”

“Sorry,” Steve slurred slightly as he put an arm around her and pulled her close, rubbing her shoulder. “I thought you’d told him.”

“It’s fine,” she insisted, turning his face so she could kiss him, something that elicited groans from everyone around the room. “Oh, grow up you nerds,” she laughed. Steve slipped his fingers into her hair and pulled her in for another kiss. She could tell he was feeling the effects of the booze, not only because his nose and the tops of his ears were going rosy red, but also because he was normally stubbornly reserved about any romantic gestures. He’d never kissed her in front of them before. Not on the lips anyway.

“I can’t believe this,” Tony continued. “I knew I should’ve been funding more STEM scholarships for women.”

“I think Grace made a smart business decision,” Nat said. “Thirty grand for two days at a destination wedding? Do that five, six times a year, you could live very comfortably pretty much anywhere in the world.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Tony groaned. “Hey, hey,” he snapped his fingers at Steve and Grace. “Break it up or I’ll get the hose.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Dad,” Grace finally came up for air, “I’m not a broke med school student anymore and I’m in a happy, committed relationship.”

“Grace, it’s your turn,” Sam tried to reroute the conversation back to the game.

“Ok,” she nestled into Steve’s chest, enjoying the closeness. He wrapped one of those ridiculously big arms of his around her. “Never have I ever had to stop my best friend from doing something stupid enough to get them killed.”

Rhodey burst out laughing, looking at Tony and shaking his head before taking his shot. He slapped his shot glass down on the table, looked over to Tony again and laughed even harder, which made Tony nod and roll his eyes. Steve took his shot too, a fond, quiet smile gracing his lips. They’d been talking about Bucky a lot recently. Grace liked being the person he could trust to share those memories with, loved hearing about him and his best friend and their adventures as kids. She’d been slipping a little psychology in on him, getting him to think about the positive things, instead of the fear and guilt over what had become of Bucky. She knew it had been a risk, using that line for the game, but he seemed to take it all right.

“It’s not that funny,” Tony insisted grumpily, pushing the decanter over to Rhodey after Steve refilled his glass. “My turn again,” he said. “You cheated last time,” he pointed at Steve who snorted a laugh, clearly intoxicated. “So, it’s time to get more specific. Never have I ever lost my virginity to a girl I met on a USO tour.”

Steve burst out laughing, slapping his free hand on his chest, his eyes scrunching shut, head tipping back, leading his whole body further back into the couch. Grace looked between her father and her boyfriend, trying to understand what was happening.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asked the question everyone else in the room wanted to know the answer to.

“You told me you lost it to a girl you met at a USO show back in nineteen forty-three,” Tony nearly hollered. “Drink you lying bastard.”

“Language,” Nat chimed in, earning her a fiery look from Tony.

“What?” Grace leaned up a little, her hand on Steve’s chest for support, his arm still around her. “You hooked up with a girl in the forties? Really?” She wasn’t jealous, since she’d been with plenty of guys before him, but she was confused as to why he would’ve lied to her about it.

“No,” Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“You know, lying is not an attractive trait, Rogers,” Tony huffed. “And you shouldn’t be lying to my kid right in front of me.”

“I’m not lying,” he insisted, still snickering. “You kept pestering me about being a ninety-something-year-old virgin. I told you something I knew would get you off my back. In the forties, I was waiting for Peggy,” he practically wheezed from laughter. “That woman shot at me because she caught someone else kissing me. She wouldn’t’ve aimed at the shield if I had slept with another woman.”

The gears were visibly turning in Tony’s mind as he took his shot then grabbed the decanter to pour himself another. Grace wondered how long it would be before he figured out the truth, if he did at all, and how badly he would respond.

“So, you were a ninety-year-old virgin when you lied to me about a USO girl?”

“Nope,” Steve stated proudly, taking another shot.

“Ok, I think we’re done with that,” Grace took his shot glass away from him, sitting up just long enough to set the glass on the coffee table and put the bottle of elixir back into the gift box, putting the lid on it, and pushing it out of Steve’s reach. “Good game, everyone.”

“Then who—?” Tony racked his brains and the horrible realization dawned on him. “Son of a bitch.” He put his full shot glass forcefully down on the coffee table, whiskey splashing out onto the tabletop.

“Ok, I think the party’s over,” Nat slapped her knees and got up from her seat, clearly understanding where things were headed.

“Yep,” Bruce followed her lead. “Happy birthday, Steve,” he nodded and chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he and Nat headed out together.

Sam and Rhodey hurried through their own goodbyes, following quickly after Bruce and Nat. When the penthouse front door swung shut, leaving just the three of them in tense silence. Grace patted Steve gently on the chest and got up from her seat, taking it upon herself to clean up the shot glasses, putting them and the decanter back on the tray her dad had used to bring them over and taking them back to the bar.

“My daughter, Rogers? Really?” He raised an eyebrow, glaring at Steve. “I don’t know if I should be furious that you lied to me, again,” Tony shot him a judgmental glare, “or impressed that my daughter was the one to deflower the Boy Scout.”

“Ugh, gross,” Grace shuddered as she plucked up the tray to take it back to the bar. “I hate that expression. Deflower,” she stuck her tongue out and made a gagging noise.

Despite the serious turn the conversation had taken, Steve just sat there laughing, obviously wasted. She had never seen him like that, uninhibited, unresponsive to Tony’s irritation. It helped to diffuse the situation in ways that sober Steve wouldn’t be able to.

“You would’ve been pissed if I’d told you the truth,” he said. “And Grace would’ve killed me cause we’d only been together three months?” His face scrunched up and he started counting on his fingers, his confusion evident in his expression. “It was three months, right?” He turned to his girlfriend. “Oh, you’re wobbly,” he made a wobbling gesture with one hand and snickered.

“And you’re drunk,” Grace laughed, setting the tray down and coming back to the couches. “You did a good job, Dad. Your elixir works.”

“I don’t like being surprised with these revelations about you two,” Tony began pouting. “Drunken or otherwise.”

“There are plenty of things I don’t tell you outright,” she came over to her father and sat on the arm of his chair. “But Steve and I have been a couple for almost three years. What do you think we do? Hold hands and stare lovingly into one another’s eyes?”

Tony groaned, running a hand down his face.

“Three years,” Steve pressed his hands on the sides of his face, gaping at Grace. “Of just dating? We should be married. Why aren’t we married? What if I have to save the world again?” His eyes went wide. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“He’s not handling his booze so well,” Tony brightened a little, clearly feeling a bit superior. “You better get him home,” he instructed, nudging his daughter with his elbow. “Before you go though,” he put a hand on her arm, his expression serious. “Are there any other salacious sex-capades I should know about before I’m blindsided? That sugar daddy thing, that was a one-time thing, right?”

Grace laughed and kissed her father on the cheek before getting up, “Goodnight, Dad.”

“Grace,” he called after her in a panic as she made her way over to Steve and helped him to his feet. “I need reassurance.”

“Dad, it’s going to be ok. C’mon, Captain,” she slung his arm over her shoulders and heaved him upwards.

“Hehe, you called me Captain,” Steve giggled. “I know what that means,” he flashed her a very drunken suggestive look.

“All right, birthday boy,” Grace laughed, ignoring the sputtering coming from her father. “I’m glad you had a good time at your party but it’s time for bed.” She turned briefly to see her dad running a hand down his face, muttering to himself, asking again where he went wrong. “Good night, Dad, I love you.”

“Love you too,” he half smiled, half grimaced.

It took a lot of effort to get Steve into the elevator and back into his apartment, not because he couldn’t support his own weight, but because he kept swaying fairly aggressively, trying to go back up to the penthouse because he’d left his gifts up there, and stopping to tell her how pretty she was, and trying to kiss her.

“Honestly, you’re so gorgeous,” he gushed, backing her against the wall in the hallway beside his front door, one hand pressed against it just above her shoulder. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Good timing,” she joked, cupping his face with both hands and drawing him down for a kiss. “Come on, we can continue this in your apartment, not the hallway,” she insisted.

Chapter Twenty-Six

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