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Unbreakable

Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: Some angst-iness, fluff, SMUUUTTTTTT, badly written smut, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), implied depression (Idk if it's well depicted)

A/N: These two ugh!!! my heart can't take it. They finally take their relationship to the next (physical level). Also I hated that in the infinity saga no one checked up on Thor so I'm changing that too.

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“I can’t believe you.” You look over at Lisa with a scowl. “I thought we were friends.”

“I guess we aren’t anymore.”

You scoff and look back down at the table. Lisa had never seen you upset let alone pissed off. She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.

“Just take the cards, you drama queen.” Lisa urges you.

“I can’t believe you stacked all of those draw twos against me.”

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just a game. Take your cards.”

You tilt your head to the side and look at Steve. “Just a game? I’ll have you know I’ve never lost a game of Uno before.” You say before you smile. “And I’m not about to now.” You add another draw two card to the pile.

Steve groans but has to grab a total of ten cards.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” You smile.

“Who knew she was so competitive?”

“All I know is we’re burning the Uno cards after this round.” Nat said before taking a sip of her beer.

You had finally introduced Lisa and Cassie to Nat and the three of them had hit it off. So now whenever the five of you had a free night someone would host game night. This week it was Lisa and Cassie’s night to host. Their home was lovely, something you hoped to have one day. You saw the same kind of awe in Steve’s eyes as he took in the modern yet cozy living space.

“You know what they say, if you can’t stand the heat.”

Nat rolls her eyes as she places a card down.

“I’m gonna take you down.”

“Good luck Red.” You winked at her. Nat shook her head but smiled at the nickname. Something you’d started calling her when you felt more comfortable in your friendship.

The game went on for a few more turns.

“Uno.” You shout and soon enough you place the last card down. “Yes! I am undefeated.”

You do a little happy dance while the others groan. This was at least the fourth game you’d won in a row. Cassie throws a balled up napkin at your head and you laugh. After picking up all of the cards and helping to clean up Nat excuses herself for the night. Soon enough you and Steve do the same with a promise of getting together again soon.

****

“Thank you for coming tonight.” You tell Steve as you stand on the steps of your apartment building.

“I wouldn’t have missed it. It was fun and I think Nat really needed it as well.”

“Yeah,” you nod but your mood shifts. “I worry about her. If we don’t drag her out she’d stay at the compound or go out on missions forever.”

“Some people are finding different ways to cope.”

“Yeah.”

“I was lucky enough to find the most amazing person to help me through my bad days.” Steve says as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you flush against him.

You smile as your hands come up to rest on his chest.

“Oh really?”

“Really.” Steve mumbled before closing the distance between your lips and giving you a sweet kiss. When he pulled back you chased him for a couple of more quick pecks. “So listen.” He says once you’ve both been satisfied. “I was wondering if you could take a few days off in like a week or so.”

“Probably. What for?”

“I am going to visit a friend and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

“Oh,” you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of meeting another of Steve’s friends. “I’ll see what days I can take and let you know.”

“Perfect. Is Marvin good on planes?”

You both look down at Marvin who was sitting by your feet patiently waiting for the night to end. “I don’t know, we’ve never been on a plane together before. But he should be ok. I’ll do some research to see what I can do to make him comfortable during the flight.”

“Ok. Perfect, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Text me when you get home.”

Steve gives you another kiss. “Always.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

You’re all smiles as you walk into the building and up to your apartment.

When Steve said you two were taking a trip you thought it would be on a commercial flight. Instead the two of you, and Marvin, were in the jet Nat used for missions. The plan was that she would take you to your destination, stay unless she was needed for a mission, and come back to pick you up. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you appreciated the privacy.

“Are you ready for take off?” Steve asks as he double checks your seatbelt.

“Yeah. How long is the flight?”

“A few hours.”

“Ok, cool. Are you going to let me use you as a pillow if I fall asleep?”

Steve smiles as he sits next to you. “Of course you can sweetheart.”

“Are you two ready?” Nat turns her head to look back at you.

You and Steve nod.

“Alright. It should be a few short hours so strap in lovebirds.”

****

It was an almost 9 hour flight. Marvin was the first to hop out of the jet in order to stretch his legs. Steve grabs your bags while you walk around with Marvin and then head down to the village you’ll be staying at. You were surprised when you saw the sign that said New Asgard. Steve and Nat had both told you about Thor and how he had brought his people to earth when their home was destroyed.

“Captain Rogers, Black Widow.” A woman met the three of you at the village entrance. There were people working and walking around, their attention going to the four of you.

“Please call me Nat.”

“I’m Steve. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He introduced you. “And that’s Marvin.” He points towards the dog sitting at your feet.

“Are you an avenger too?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m only here for moral support.”

“I’m Brunnhilde. C’mon I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

The three of you follow her until you get to a cottage. Brunnhilde lets you in and hands over the key.

“You should settle down for the night. I’ll take you to see him tomorrow but you should know that he isn’t doing well.”

You say your good nights and start to settle for the night. Nat takes one room and Steve ushers you to the other one.

“I’ll take the couch.” He says as sets your bags down just past the doorway.

“What? Why? The bed is big enough for the two of us.”

“I know but I didn’t want to assume you’d want to share a bed.”

You smile up at Steve and wrap your arms around his midsection. “Thank you for your consideration but I would like it very much if you stayed with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.” You reach up to give Steve a quick kiss, one he accepts happily.

“The bathroom’s free.” Nat calls from down the hallway.

You and Steve each take a shower, have a quick dinner and head to bed for the night.

You were sitting at the kitchen table with Nat and Steve just having breakfast and talking over the plans for the day.

“I think the two of you should go ahead. Thor might not want to meet anyone new.” You said before taking a sip of your coffee.

“I don’t want you to be here alone.”

“Don’t worry about it. Marvin and I can go explore the village center. You two go see Thor and we can meet here in the afternoon.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks as he stands to place his plate in the sink. “I’m more than ok if you join us.”

“I’m sure. Now go.”

With Nat and Steve gone you finish getting ready yourself. Double checking that you have everything in your bag you grab Marvin’s leash and head out.

****

New Asgard was beautiful. There were still things that needed to be done but the Asgardians had accomplished so much in the time they had been on earth. You took a stroll around the village center and ended around the rocky shore. It was early and vacant enough that you took off Marvin’s vest and leash to let him run around freely. You grabbed the ball you always carried in your bag for him and threw it far enough for him to chase. Of course it wasn’t as far Steve could throw it so he came back quickly. Marvin wagged his tail as he followed your movements to grab the ball again and throw it.

“How are you enjoying New Asgard?” You turn to see Brunnhilde walking up to you.

“It’s beautiful. I’m sure it’s not as beautiful as the original though.”

She looks back and nods.

“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine losing my home like that.”

She gives you a tight lipped smile before her eyes move to look at something behind you. “Marvin, right?”

“Yup.”

Marvin walks past you and lays the ball at her feet. He sits back and waits patiently for the ball to be thrown again. Brunnhilde takes it and launches it further than you had and Marvin is one happy dog as he runs full speed in order to find his target.

“So do you work with Steve and Nat?” She asks as the two of you decide to sit and wait for Marvin.

“No. I could never be an avenger.” You shake your head. “I don't think I’d last a day in the field and I’m probably a bit high maintenance.”

“High maintenance?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could go days without a working bathroom. And you know the whole getting shot at or beaten up. I’m here for moral support and taking care of Steve and Nat when they come back from their missions.”

“Well that role is just as important.” Brunnhilde says with a smile.

“I mean I can kick some ass. They’ve taught me self defense.”

“Really?” She raises a brow and has a smirk that says trouble.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to spar? I promise it will be an easy round. Maybe I can teach you something too.”

You smile and nod. “I’d love that.”

“I’ll meet you at the cottage in 15 minutes then.” She says and leaves.

You call Marvin back and head to the cottage and change into more athletic clothes.

****

By the time Steve and Nat finally get back to the house you and Brunnhilde have finished your impromptu training session and are sitting side by side talking and drinking some water.

“What were you up to while we were out?” Steve asks as he walks in through the front door.

“Sparring. I learned some new moves.”

Steve nods, impressed that you wanted to learn more. “You sure you don’t want to be on the team? We could use all the help we can get.”

“Nope. I’m fine being your cheerleader and nurse.”

Steve smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes and you notice immediately.

“I’ll see you later.” Brunnhilde excuses herself and leaves the three of you alone.

“I’m assuming things didn’t go well with Thor?”

Steve sighs as he takes the seat next to you while Nat makes herself comfortable in an armchair.

“I wasn’t expecting him to be the jovial person he was when we first met but seeing him like this was heartbreaking.” Steve says.

“Initially he didn’t even want to see us. It took us a few minutes to get him to open the door. When we finally got inside he didn’t want to listen to what we had to say.” Nat adds.

You placed a hand on Steve’s back and moved it up and down in a soothing manner.

“I’m sorry guys. But we’re here a few more days right? You can try again. All you can do is let him know that he isn’t alone, even though he feels that way.”

“Yeah, I know. It just feels a bit hopeless.” Steve murmurs.

“You’ll figure it out and I’m right here to support you in whatever way you need.” You turn to look at Nat. “Both of you.”

Nat gave you a tight lipped smile. She’s been under a lot of pressure lately. Most of it she put on herself. It was wearing her down, you could see it.

“I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be right back.”

****

Just as you’re done getting dressed Nat knocks on your door. You open it and see her dressed in her uniform.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, Rhodey needs some backup.”

“Is Steve going too?” you ask, suddenly anxious about being left alone in another country.

“No, but he’s going to walk me to the jet. He’ll be right back.”

You nod and give Nat a hug.

“Be safe and come back.”

“I will. Have fun will you?” She steps back and smiles. “See you in a day or so.”

After spending a great afternoon together, you and Steve settled down for the night. He was sitting in bed sketching while you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You took in a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. This was supposed to be what you hoped was the next step in your relationship. You apply some lip gloss and make sure you look your best before walking back toward the bedroom you were sharing and stand at the doorway.

“Hey sweetheart, are you ready for bed or were you going to read some more?” Steve asks without looking up from his sketch.

“Nope.”

At your reply Steve looks up and drops his pencil and his jaw. You were wearing a light blue silk slip with lace trim that barely made it to the top of your thigh. Steve’s eyes moved all over your frame and he shifted to try and adjust the quickly growing tent in his pants. It would be a lie if Steve said he hadn’t thought about the physical aspect of your relationship. He would never push you to do something you didn’t want to do but he also craved to be close to you in this way. So his eyes were glued to the sway of your hips. His mouth parted slightly in awe that you were standing in front of him looking so beautiful.

Steve swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his legs spread enough so that you could stand in between them. He moved the sketchbook to the nightstand as you placed your hands on his shoulders but he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you, how you clouded his senses in such a mesmerizing way by just being close to him. Slowly Steve brought his hands up to rest on your hips. The scent of your perfume was as delicate and intoxicating as you were and Steve couldn’t help but take in a deep breath in hopes that he could remember it forever.

“You look beautiful.” He finally manages to say as he looks up at you. A bashful smile and a pink tint make their way up to Steve’s face as he compliments you.

You stared at each other for a moment, neither of you moved a muscle. It was obvious what was about to happen. Your heart was thrashing against your ribs as nerves got the better of you.

“Hey,” Steve squeezed your hips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

You gave him a questioning look and he smiled.

“I can hear your heart beating like crazy. You’re in control ok? We stop when you say stop.”

You smiled and nodded then cupped his face. Steve closed the small distance between you both and kissed you. There had been a few make out sessions in the past but compared to this kiss those were tame. In a bold move you would have never done before you straddled Steve’s lap. You were chest to chest as Steve finally moved his hands respectfully to your low back but then he grabbed your ass. He kneaded your flesh before pulling you closer causing you to moan into the kiss.

“So beautiful.” Steve murmured between kisses down your neck and toward your chest.

His hands move along your thighs until he reaches your slip and starts taking it off. Your breath hitches at such a moment of vulnerability. Steve had never seen you naked so he’s never seen the scars and it scares you that he will be disgusted by them. When he feels you tense against him, Steve stops.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You run your hands back and forth on his forearms.

“Could we maybe turn off the lights?”

Steve tilts his head slightly to the side as he studies your face. “If that’s what you want. But why?”

“I have scars.”

“You think I won’t want you because of that?” He asks and you nod before turning your head to hide your embarrassment. “Sweetheart, I could never do something like that to you. You know that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me show you how you make me feel. How much I love you.”

You finally look back at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. “Ok.” You say softly and are rewarded with a beautiful smile.

Steve grabs the hem of your slip and slowly drags it up your body and over your head, leaving you in only a pair of lacy underwear.

“Just as I thought.” Steve murmurs. “Perfect.”

He kisses your lips before moving back down to your chest where the first scar is. The one that represents how you almost died. Steve places a kiss there before he gives your breasts attention. A hand kneading one and his mouth on the other, tongue swirling and flicking your nipple. You moan and arch, pushing your chest closer to him. It startles you when Steve stands while still holding on to you and gently places you on the bed. His eyes are filled with lust and love. With every move he makes Steve checks in with you to make sure you’re comfortable and it warms your heart.

Steve starts by kissing in the valley between your breasts. Every scar he finds he kisses, and there are many. His hands are gentle as they caress every inch of your body they can reach. Steve’s hands sit at your hips, playing with the edge of your panties. There’s a bit of embarrassment that you were already so wet and that Steve could see the mark of your arousal in the form of a wet patch on your underwear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks.

“Yes, please Steve, I want to be with you. I trust you.”

Steve smiled at your words and he slowly pulled down your panties. Now you were laying there completely bare for him. It made you want to hide but you also wanted this, more than that you needed him. And with the look he was giving you, you knew he felt the same. Steve doesn’t waste any time and settles between your thighs. His lips start a trail on your inner thigh before moving to the other. Steve places a kiss on your mound and you whine before propping yourself on your elbows and looking down at him and finding a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Stop being a tea-ah.” Your head falls backwards as Steve licks a long stripe from your dripping hole up to your clit. He groans as he finally gets a taste of you.

Steve takes his time with you. He swirls his tongue around your clit and gives you just enough attention to push you to the edge but not over, not yet. Then Steve begins to tease your entrance with a finger before pushing in. You moan and buck your hips against him looking for more of him. Steve adds another finger and continues at a steady pace. Your hands fist the bedsheet the closer you get to your first orgasm.

“So close. Please…” You whimper and roll your hips.

“Let go for me, sweetheart.” Steve says as he curves his fingers and adds pressure to your g-spot, his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You gasp and tense as Steve pushes you over the edge. Steve helps you through your high. When you open your eyes you’re met with his smiling face.

“Hi.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“So good.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes are bright and so is his smile.

“Yeah.”

You caress his cheek and pull him down to kiss him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands move over Steve’s chest and wrap around his midsection. Muscles tense and relax under your touch as he moves to hover over you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t have any protection.”

“It’s ok. I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” You murmur between kissing his jawline.

“You’re sure you want this?”

You smile. “I am.”

Steve pulls away from you to undress. He first takes off his shirt and you bite your bottom lip as he continues to undress. Steve smirks when he sees you press your thighs together as he slides his sweats off staying in only a pair of boxer briefs. You sit up and reach out to touch him. Your hands lands on his abs, just above the elastic of his underwear. He takes your hand and plants a kiss on your knuckles.

“Steve I want to-“

“Maybe next time. Right now it’s about you.”

You shake your head. “It’s about both of us.”

“Sweetheart, trust me when I tell you that just being here,” Steve pushes you to lay back down. You spread your legs and let him settle in between them. “with you like this, is more than enough for me.” He kisses your neck again and moves up to your jaw. “I want to make love to you, show you how much you mean to me.” He murmurs as he pushes his boxers down.

You look in between your bodies and your jaw falls slack. Steve is big, and although you had assumed he would be, now you weren’t sure he would fit.

“We’ll go slow ok?” Steve says as if reading your mind.

You look back up at him and nod before your lips are on his again. Steve takes himself in his hand and moves up and down your slit. The head of his cock putting pressure on your sensitive clit. Steve groans as he collects your slick and then spreads it along his hardened length. You tense as Steve lines himself up with your entrance and looks at you one more time. He can see the momentary panic in your eyes and stops.

“Sweetheart.”

“Hhmm.” You look up at him with wide panicked filled eyes.

“It’s just you and me, nothing else matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said but Steve could tell that you were still tense.

He pulls back and pulls you up with him. Steve moves to sit against the headboard and has you straddling his lap. He gives you quick kisses before looking at you.

“You’re in control. We do what you feel comfortable doing. Take what you want, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

That made you want to melt into a puddle. You moved closer to him, eyes trained on his lust blown ones. This was so much better and although Steve could overpower you, you knew he would never do that. With a new wave of determination you slip your hand between your bodies and take his hard, throbbing cock in your hand. You slowly move your hand up and down collecting the precum already at the tip and spreading it. Steve groans at your touch and wills himself not to thrust into your fist.

“Now who’s the tease?” He murmurs.

You smirk and line yourself up. Slowly you start to lower yourself on his length. A small gasp falls from your lips as your hands land on Steve’s chest. His hands are on your hips as he helps you slowly move up and down until you're fully wrapped around him.

“So full.” You mutter through shallow breaths. “Feels so good.”

Steve smiles before kissing you. He’s gentle and loving and the delicious stretch as he You focus on Steve and his expression of pure bliss as you flutter around him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” Steve kisses you.

You slowly roll your hips slowly and gasp. With every gentle kiss, every praise that falls from his lips, Steve washes away any negative thought and insecurity you had. You relax more and soon you begin to really enjoy this moment. Steve’s mouth is on your breast and his attention to your pebbled peak combined with a roll of his hips has you digging your nails into his chest.

“So fucking tight.” Steve says with a grunt. “You feel so good.”

You can only moan in response as you continue to bounce on his cock. There was nothing but the sound of skin against skin, wet sloppy kisses, whimpers and groans of pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm. Steve did that, he gave you everything you didn’t know you needed in such an intimate and vulnerable moment. He lets you find your rhythm in your pleasure without forcing you. His words were somehow filthy when he praised you for being his good girl but also tender. He pushed his own needs and wants to the side to make sure you were happily satiated first. With his hands on your hips he helps in your movements.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. I can feel it, they way you’re gripping me.” He murmurs in your ear and that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is so low when he tells you that you can let go.

You can’t help but to do as he says while Steve slows down to help you through your high. When the haziness finally begins to fade and you blink away the stars behind your eyelids, you focus on Steve and cup his face.

“Your turn.” You murmur. “Fill me up, Stevie. I need it.”

Steve flips you in your back and sits back on his haunches, his eyes are lust filled. With his hands on your hips Steve pulls you closer to him, leaving only your back and shoulders on the bed. Steve picks up his pace and as he pistons into you he starts to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. Your hands grip the sheets as Steve finally cums with a grunt of your name. You follow close behind him.

“Fuck.” Steve lowers himself hovering you again and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You move your hand up and down Steve’s back in a soothing manner.

After a minute or so Steve pulls out and then turns to lay on his back bringing you to lay on top of him. You can’t help but sniffle and cuddle closer to him, hiding your face against Steve’s chest.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” Steve asks, concerned. He could feel the tear drop on his skin. “Oh no, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.”

Steve turns again so that you’re laying on your back again and he can check for any injuries.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry and ruin all of this.”

“You aren’t ruining anything, sweetheart but talk to me.”

“These are happy tears, I promise.” You look up at Steve through tear soaked lashes. “You make me happy. I was just overwhelmed for a moment.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief and rests his forehead against yours.

“You make me happy too.”

The next morning had been a blissful one, waking up in Steve’s arms. He had been gentle then too. You had no fear in being with him again. It was your choice, every move you made and every touch was because you wanted to. There had been a part of you that had feared you’d never be able to be intimate with someone again but you were more than happy that it was with Steve. As much as you would have loved to stay in bed for longer, you had to take Marvin out for his morning walk even though Steve grumbled. He promised breakfast would be on the table by the time you got back.

You head back to the beach area where you’d let Marvin run free the day before with the intention of doing it again. The Asgardians are already up and working to expand their village. Some smile and greet you as you pass by. Once you’re at your destination you take off Marvin’s vest and throw the ball you’d brought with you. After taking a few steps forward movement to your left gets your attention and you flinch.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

This was Thor. His beard had grown out, his hair was disheveled and he was starting to grow a beer belly but he was still recognizable. From all the stories Steve had told you though, he barely seemed like the god of thunder everyone seemed to admire. He was more like a shell of his former self. But you’d been there, in that darkness that pulled you apart and made you feel less than so you understood that he was struggling. It was why Steve and Nat wanted to come in the first place, to remind him that he wasn’t alone.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see you there.” You smile at him. Just then Marvin stops at your feet with the ball in his mouth. You take it and throw it again. “I’m Y/N.”

“Lady Y/N, you are who Rogers is courting then?”

“Yes.” You smile just at the mention of Steve.

“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad he was able to find someone to settle down with.” Thor gives you a sad barely there smile before his eyes move from yours to the ocean. “I should go.” Thor murmurs as he turns back towards the village.

“Join us for breakfast.” You say to him before he can retreat into his home. “Please.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

“You’re not. I’m inviting you. You don’t even have to talk about anything you don’t want to. Just breakfast with an old friend, and a new one.”

Thor turned around to look at you. He was assessing the sincerity in your words before he gave a small nod. You smile and call Marvin. Much to his dismay you put the best back on and promise to come back to the beach later. You lead the way, walking silently side by side with Thor until you reach the cottage you’d been staying in.

“Just in time sweetheart, breakfast is almost ready.” Steve called out from the kitchen.

“We have a guest, hun.”

“Oh?” Steve pokes his head out from the kitchen and he smiles when he sees Thor. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ll be right out.”

“Sit, please.” You tell Thor.

He takes a seat at the table, his eyes glued to it. You sit across from him just as Steve sets a mug of coffee down in front of you and another in front of Thor. Steve sends a wink your way and heads back to the kitchen coming in with three plates.

Breakfast is rather quiet and awkward. Steve had tried to start a conversation with Thor but the latter would just give one word replies.

“So Thor,” you say, trying to get anything out of him. “What’s Steve like out on missions?”

That seemed to be the right question to ask as Thor finally looked up at you and began to talk about working with Steve and the other Avengers.

****

It had been about half an hour later and Thor was chuckling with Steve. It was nice to see both of them look more lively.

“And then as these men lined up I raised my hammer and hit Roger’s shield with it, sending a bolt of lighting right at them. We took about 8 men down in one blow.” Thor smiles. “Good times.” He says before his smile fades and that sadness you’d seen comes back.

“They really were.”

“If we could only go back.” Thor murmured, his gaze distant.

You look at Steve and tilt your head toward the small hallway, letting him know you’d be giving them privacy. Marvin gets up and follows you and you can only hope that Steve can somehow make Thor believe that what happened wasn’t his fault.

Steve ran his hand up and down your arm as he called your name softly. Apparently between giving him and Thor privacy and reading the book you’d brought with you on the trip you’d fallen asleep. So when you blinked owlishly at him, Steve chuckled.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He says softly.

Some of his blond hair falling forward, blue eyes sparking just for you. It made you sigh happily as his eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You’re so pretty.”

Steve laughs but you can see him blush. You smile before sitting up and stretching your arms up above your head.

“How is your talk with Thor going?”

“It went ok. He left already.” Steve sighs as he lays down, placing his head on your lap.

You start playing with his hair as he tells you about the conversation. It was obvious from what Steve told you that Thor blamed himself for everything. Just how Steve and Nat needed to hear that what Thanos did wasn’t their fault, Thor needed to hear it too.

“But I don’t know, he seemed so defeated and I’ve never seen him like that before.”

“He has lost everything, including his immediate family. It couldn’t have been easy for him. Then he comes to earth and loses another battle. As long as you continue to be there for him, maybe come back and visit him, that’s all you can do.” You tell him.

“That’s why you’re the brains in this relationship.”

“And the brawns.” You add while lifting your arms and flexing your muscles. Steve laughs and you join in.

“Definitely, but does that make me?” He asks, amused.

“Eye candy of course.”

“So you’re only with me for my looks?” Steve clutches his chest. “You wound me.”

“Of course I am. Have you seen your ass?”

At that Steve turns crimson and he has to look away although he still smiles. After an easy silence settles between you two, you speak up.

“I’m glad I met you when I did because I was in the same place Thor is now. I don’t think you even realize how much you helped me out of it. That’s why I know you’ll be able to help him too. And sometimes all you can do is be there for him. So don’t feel like you failed Thor if he isn’t his thundery old self.”

Steve sighs as he thinks about what you’ve said. He watches as you move around until you practically lay on top of him completely. You wiggle your arms between him and the mattress and give him the best hug you can.

Steve wasn’t one for naps. But at the moment with how emotionally draining his conversation with Thor had been and the comfort of your weight and affection pinning him in place he couldn’t help but doze off.

Too soon for your liking Nat had returned to pick you up. She was a bit bruised but nothing she couldn’t handle. So Steve grabbed your bags and together you met her at the jet. Surprisingly Brunnhilde was also there having a conversation with Nat.

“Thank you for receiving us.” Steve says as he shakes her hand. “I hope I can come back soon.”

“You’re always welcome here. I think it was good for Thor to see you.”

Steve gives a small nod and her attention moves from him to you. You smile brightly at her.

“I hope to see you again as well.”

“Definitely, maybe we can even spar again.”

“Absolutely.” Brunnhilde nods before she pulls something out of her pocket. “For you.” She holds out a pouch in her hand.

“What is it?”

“A blade of course.” She opens the pouch to reveal a small dagger in its leather holster. She grabs the hilt which was made of gold and pulls it out to show you a slightly iridescent blade.

“A dagger?” You say as you take it and look at it closely. The blade had writing carved into it and the hilt was extremely comfortable. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“It is a weapon used by the Valkyrie. It’s made of the highest quality of Asgardian metal.”

“I can’t keep this, it’s yours.”

You look at her and hold the blade out for Brunnhilde to take back. She holds up her hand and waves you off.

“It should continue to do its job.”

“Thank you, again, for everything. I’ll keep in touch ok?”

Brunnhilde smiles and brings you in for a hug. Surprisingly Thor shows up just before you, Nat and Steve get on the jet. They share a private moment as former teammates, a friends, before Thor turns his attention to you. He gives a soft, sad smile and thanks you for your visit. You inform him that there’s a place for him to stay if he wishes to visit New York. Then much to Steve’s faux annoyance Thor takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

“Safe travels, M’lady.”

“Thank you Thor, I hope to see you soon.”

With a final wave goodbye you move to get on the jet with Marvin. Steve sits next to you and you both settle for the flight back home. All in all you would say it was a rather successful trip.

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ihni · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooooh, how fun! <3 Thank you! I've gone through my fics and I'm gonna do 5+1, because why not, right? Seems fic approporiate, in a way. So, here goes:

Over the edge, 16K. (Because it's a scenario I've wanted to write for YEARS and I finally did, and I had a blast writing it! Muahaha!) “You’re still on probation. But if you behave this weekend, we might –“ “‘Behave’?” Billy snorted. “I’m not a dog, Henderson. What do you want me to do? Sit? Roll around? Be a good boy?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Steve snort beside him. Dustin drew himself up to his very unimpressive height in the back seat, puffing out his chest. “Well you can start by not killing anyone!” “Ki– Jesus Christ, kid, I’m not gonna kill anyone!” “Well you almost killed Steve before –“ Here, Billy glanced over guiltily at Steve, who shook his head slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, “– and you have a history of violence. You can’t fault us for making sure!” “Whatever.” “You promise?” “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, kid, I promise I won’t kill anyone.”

Birthday boy, 8K. (Because I've never had so many people telling me a fic made them cry ... don't worry though, there are happier follow-ups!) Neil gives Max a benevolent nod. “You can go.” Max shoots up from her chair, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you, I –“ “You can go to the party, but not the sleepover. I want you home at eleven, at the latest.” Trying not to grimace, Max nods. It’s better than nothing. “And of course, Billy will go with you.” “What?”

At least an assist, 8K. (Because it's an alternate first meeting between our boys, and it was fun to imagine an opposite to a meet-cute - also Billy's tied up for most of it, which is always a plus!) “Dude,” he said, more baffled than angry. “Did you just try to bite me?” “I’ll do worse than that if you untie me,” Hargrove growled, as if making threats from the position he was in was somehow normal. “Yeah, because that makes me want to untie you,” Steve snarked back without thinking. Then he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. He didn’t sign up for this shit. “Listen, yes this sucks, but it’s only for a couple of hours. Why don’t you just chill?” “I’ve been fucking kidnapped, you fuck! I’m supposed to play the finals right now, not kick back and relax while being fucking tied to a chair!” or Steve's teammates kidnap the opposing team's star player to secure a win in the finals. The star player in question is not impressed.

Fast and Frightening, 20K. (This whole fic was born from a chat about possessed cars, and because both me and DearDMVZ quite agreed that Billy would look very fetching tied to the hood of his Camaro while it's racing through the roads outside of Hawkins at night.) There's some seriously fucked-up shit going on. Billy crashed his car, was attacked by some kind of monster, escaped, ran into someone who looked just like him, punched that guy in the face, escaped again, and ended up on a random road somewhere outside of town. And now his own car has turned against him. In short, Billy's not having a good time.

Sleeping Beauty Retold, 8K. (Because I went to town on a fairytale AU and I really fucking like it, still.) Once upon a time, there was an evil king. The king married a woman who had magic, and used her to stay young and strong. To attain true immortality, though, he would have to sacrifice their child on the child's eighteenth birthday. Only, the queen thwarted the king's plans - she stoles the child away in the middle of the night and sent him away, to be raised far from the castle, so that he would be safe. The king never stopped looking. And one day, the child - who had grown up into a young man - was found.

Again and again and again and again, 4K. (Bonus fic, because if I'd had time I would have written 80K of this, I love the concept a LOT. Basically the boys being stuck in a time loop together.) It is Sunday, November 4th 1984, and it’s been Sunday, November 4th 1984 like, fifty-two times now. Fifty-four? Over fifty, at least. Billy’s lost count, which is depressing in itself.

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sivyera · 2 years

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Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

PAIRING: James Buchanan „Bucky“ Barnes x reader (romantic), Sam Wilson x reader (platonic)

WARNINGS: bad grammar, swearing, spoilers

CONTAINS: fluff

SHOW: The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

SONG: Rasputin - Boney M.

gif isn't mine

you and Sam were childhood best friends

you two were like siblings

so Sam was protecting you like his younger sibling

even you're the same age

when Sarah was born she immediately got two protectors

when you became older you move into NY

in NY you met Steve and became an avenger (you can choose If you have some powers or something, I imagine you to have chaos magic like Wanda or being Black Widow like Natasha and Yelena)

you and Sam were still in touch even If you were in NY

you give Sam an idea to come to NY and live here

you know get some money in NY to fix the boat Sam and Sarah have from their parents

you also introduce Sam to Steve

then Cap find Bucky

in this moment it was little confusing

Cap trying to hide Bucky from the police etc...

when it was all over you three know each other well (I mean after endgame..)

you started hang out with Bucky more

he was very happy that he have someone else besides Steve

but Sam wasn't that happy

he still though that Bucky is dangerous and that he still can turn into the winter soldier

he was just scared he really care about you

you always told Sam that you can protect yourself and that Bucky is not dangerous anymore

Sam left to visit his sister to help her

also Bucky move to your place

you inherited a house from your parents so it wasn't a problem

you and Buck spend so much time together

you two were watching some movies, doing skin care to help Bucky relax and show him something new

teaching Bucky how to use new technology

Bucky slowly started see you in different light

he looked at you with pure love in his eyes

and then it just happened

he kissed you

he would say apologise cuz he think that he cross the line but he didn't

then it was all unicorns and rainbows..

you are the best thing that ever happened to him

he would NEVER EVER do something bad to you like hit you or cheat on you. NEVER!

until..

until you saw Sam in the TV giving Steve's shield away

you tried call Sam but you always end up in voicemail

you and Buck find were Sam is and go talk to him about the shield

when you guys were talking and have a conversation about THE BIG THREE you all agreed to take that shield back

but Sam looked suspicious or grumpy??

he didn't like how you and Buck were closed to each other

he didn't like how Bucky held your waist

so he decide to talk to you about it

he drag you away from Bucky to ,,private talk''

when you told him that you and Bucky are dating he couldn't believe

you told him that Bucky treat you like a queen and again that you will not let you to treat you badly

Sam is still little little unhappy with your guys relationship but he see how happy you are together

so he is happy for you

still If Bucky ever do something bad to you (even everyone know he won't EVER!) he would kick his ass

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alexandrahenderson · 2 years

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“ Not for one second did I even begin to think you’d be here. Leave, or I’ll drag you out myself… ”

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<< F U L L · N A M E >>

Alexandra Henderson

<< N I C K · N A M E S >>

Alex, Firecracker (Given by Billy)

<< A G E >>

17 - 20 (Depending on the timeline of the story.)

<< F A M I L Y >>

ᴍ ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ : Claudia Henderson

ꜰ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ : Mr. Henderson

s ɪ ʙ ʟ ɪ ɴ ɢ (s): Dustin Henderson

ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ : Jim Hopper

Alexandra had been close to Hopper while she was growing up because of her parents. She considers Hopper to be another father figure to her, and he considers her as another daughter.

<< F R I E N D S >>

ᴀ ꜰ ꜰ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ · ᴡ ɪ ᴛ ʜ : Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson.

(This is all based on that Billy would still be alive in the same time as S4 takes place. In a way that makes it so Max still “lost” a version of him though.)

Love interest is kept a secret/unknown.

<< A P P E A R A N C E >>

ʜ ᴀ ɪ ʀ : Long, straight, dark-brown/black.

ʜ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ : 5’0ft.

ᴇ ʏ ᴇ ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ : Hazel/green.

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Alexandra comes across as arrogant and rude with more mischievous undertones. She portrays himself as charming, irresistible, and is considered to be “The Queen of Cold Hearts”, unless it’s towards the people she cares about, in private of course, but gaining her trust is a very difficult thing to accomplish.

In her spare time, she can usually be seen with her best friend, Billy Hargrove, whether they’re going for drives, heading out to parties, or just listening to music. Alexandra also has a close connection with Steve Harrington, no one really knows how or why they started becoming friends, but they’ve been seen hanging out together. Sources believe it’s because of Dustin. Due to her friendship with Steve, she met Robin Buckley. Alexandra first met Eddie Munson when Dustin asked her to fill in one day for D&D, in which they became closer than both had suspected, especially with similar music taste. They had classes together before but either one of them kept skipping, so they never had the chance to really talk.

Being Dustin’s older sister, she gets overprotective. Her and Dustin have a close relationship and hangout when they can, but since Billy is usually around, Dustin keeps his distance. The same goes for Alexandra, whenever Max Mayfield is around, she keeps her distance since Max is Billy’s younger step-sister.

<< L I K E S, · D I S L I K E S · & · F A V E S >>

ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s : Rock & metal music, partying, skateboarding, movie nights (especially horror movie nights.)

ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s : Glitter, reading/books, classical music, chopping wood.

ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ s :

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ • Phantasm, Halloween

sʜᴏᴡ • Hawaii Five-O

ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ • Red, black, purple

sᴏɴɢ & ʙᴀɴᴅ • “Ridin’ the Storm Out” - REO Speedwagon, “Rock You Like a Hurricane” - Scorpions // Metallica

ꜰᴏᴏᴅ • Tiramisu, stuffed peppers

(Also loves sushi.)

ᴅʀɪɴᴋ • Strawberry or blue raspberry slushies, coffee.

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ • Starcourt Mall

(especially Scoops Ahoy.)

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

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“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

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The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

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You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

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“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

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Gosh dang do I love this man

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years

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Kissing Lessons

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, slight Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1600+

Author's Note: So, I watched Black Widow this week and goddamn Natasha is so attractive, and I wanted to incorporate that somehow and came up with this!! I hope you enjoy it! Much love! xox

You fiddle with the rim of your glass, watching Bucky talk to Sam and Steve from across the room. You press your lips together as the super soldier lets out a belly laugh, his vibranium hand resting against his stomach. A small sigh escapes your lips and you bring the glass to your lips before taking a drink of the cocktail.

"If you stare any longer, he's going to notice," Natasha's voice mentions and you jump slightly, glancing to your left to see the Russian standing beside you.

"I-I'm not staring," you stutter and the redhead gives you a look. "Shut up."

Your friend shakes her head, a laugh bubbling from her lips. "Listen, you should just shoot your shot," she shrugs her shoulders and you look towards her, a nervous look on your face.

"There's no way I'm ever doing that," you mumble while running a hand through your hair. "Bucky would never go for me. I don't even… I don't even know how to flirt."

Natasha scoffs in response before placing a gentle hand on your arm. "Sweety, you guys flirt all the time," she informs you and your cheeks flush. "Luckily for you, you're a more natural flirt. You don't have to try."

Your heart flutters at Natasha's praise and your gaze moves to the cocktail in your hands. "Alright, but I've never- I've never kissed anyone before," you embarrassingly confess to her.

"You're serious?" Nat asks with a raised eyebrow, causing you to nod your head in response. "I can help with that if you want."

Your breath hitches in your throat, snapping your head towards her. "W-What?" You whisper shyly, your cheeks heating up at the thought of you two kissing. "I-I… Nat-"

The redhead chuckles before pressing her finger to your lips, cutting you off. "Sweety, it'll be fine. I've seen the way you've looked at me, but I also see the way you look at Bucky," Natasha mentions and you feel like your heart is going to explode in your chest.

The Russian grabs your hand before leading you through the crowded room. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as your eyes find Buckys. You smile at him, shyly waving as his blue eyes drift from you to Natasha.

"Someone looks a bit jealous," Nat grins and you furrow your eyebrows before glancing towards her. "We could use that to our advantage."

Your head is swimming as she leads you out of the room before suddenly pushing you onto the furniture. "Wait, jealous? Who?" You ask in confusion, looking up at her.

Nat’s hands rest on her hips and let out a quick sigh. "Bucky, sweetness. Have you always been this oblivious?" She asks.

Your cheeks flush as Natasha plants herself on your lap, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. "I'm just- I'm not good with reading people," you mention while your eyes roam her gorgeous face. "Has anyone mentioned how fucking pretty you are?"

Nat grins ear to ear as her fingers cradle the side of your face, feeling the heat of your cheeks. "A few people have mentioned it to me, yeah," she smirks while inching her face closer to yours. "Are you okay with having me as your first kiss?"

"Y-Yes," you almost moan, your eyes fluttering shut when Natasha's nose brushes against yours.

"Cause I can go get Bucky," she teases and your heart skips a beat. "I'm sure he'd love to kiss these pretty lips of yours."

"N-Nat," you stutter while grabbing a hold of her forearms. "Please just kiss me."

She hums before grabbing a hold of your chin, gently pressing her lips against yours. Your grip on her tightens as Natasha's fingers glide down your jawline.

"So sweet. So innocent," the redhead whispers against your lips, feeling her breath fan your skin.

Bucky looks around the main room of the compound, desperately trying to find you amongst the crowd. He glances down at his watch, noticing that it's been almost half an hour since you and Natasha disappeared.

"Have you seen Y/N at all?" He asks Sam, causing the man to whip his head around.

Sam looks around the room for a hot second before shaking his head no. "Not since she walked by earlier. Why?" He questions with furrowed eyebrows.

Bucky shrugs his shoulders and fiddles with the cup in his hands. "Just worried something might have happened," he mumbles and Sam gives him a look.

"If she's with Nat, I'm sure she's alright. But, if you're so hell-bent on knowing then go find her."

The super soldier sighs and finishes the drink before setting the glass into the bar top. Bucky mumbles incoherently to himself while walking out of the room.

His ears perk up at the sound of gasping, turning the corner to see Natasha straddling your lap. His blue eyes widen as the redhead kisses down your neck, quiet moans leaving your lips.

Bucky can feel his cheeks warm at the sight of you two, his flesh hand scratching the back of his neck.

Natasha feels a presence behind her and you feel her lips smirk against your neck. "We've got a visitor, lovely," she whispers and your eyes snap open.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes meet Bucky's blue ones. You notice his Adam's apple bob in his throat. "I- uh, didn't mean to interrupt," Bucky mentions and points his thumb in the direction he came from. "I'll just…"

"Hold on, Buck," Natasha cuts him off and slides herself off of your lap, "did you know that our girl here has never kissed a man before?"

Bucks furrows his brows, kind of shocked by the news. "Really?" He mumbles as Nat gets up from the couch, walking over to him.

"Mhm, and I figured since you guys are pretty close that you could be her first," she insists and your eyes widen.

"Nat-" you warn and push yourself up off the couch.

Natasha hushes you as Bucky's cheeks flush at the thought of kissing you. "C'mon, you two," she grins while pulling Bucky closer to you. "You guys have been pining for each other for so long. I'm just here to give you a little push."

Your heart pounds against your chest as Nat winks at you before leaving the room. Silence fills the room after your crazy friend leaves, still feeling the warmth from your cheeks.

"I'm sorry about her," you mumble and look up at Bucky through your lashes. "She's- we've been drinking so…"

"You've never kissed a man before?" Bucky asks, still finding it hard to believe.

A short groan leaves your lips and you hide your face in your hands. "I-I mean, yeah," you whisper while fiddling with your fingers, avoiding eye contact. "It's pathetic, I know."

Bucky shakes his head and raises one of his hands, gently stroking your cheekbone. "It's not pathetic, Y/N," he mentions while your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes meeting his. "I'm honestly a bit surprised that a gorgeous woman like yourself has never kissed anyone before though."

"Really? Yo-You think I'm gorgeous?" You ask and Bucky grins before nodding his head in reply.

Your heart flutters in your chest as the two of you stand closer to one another. "Would you mind if I kissed you?" Bucky whispers and you nod your head vigorously.

Bucky lifts your chin with his two fingers before pressing his lips to yours. You bring your hands to the shirt he's wearing, gripping it tightly as you kiss him back.

He moves his hands to your hips, leading you back towards the couch. A gasp leaves your lips when the back of your legs collides with the couch before you fall back onto it.

You breathe heavily while looking up at Bucky, his blue eyes clouded with an emotion you haven't seen before. You gulp as the super-soldier kneels beside you before connecting your lips again.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your body shifts so you're laying down. Bucky hovers over you, his fingers running through your hair.

"Is this the first time you've kissed a girl since the 40s?" You breathily ask after the brunette pulls away from you.

Bucky's cheeks blush, causing you to giggle lightly. "Was it bad?" He questions and you shake your head immediately.

"No, no. You were good, really good," you grin, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Would you want to maybe get breakfast with me tomorrow?" Bucky asks with a grin, his fingers gently stroking your hips.

You nod your head in answer and lean on your toes before pressing a kiss to the man's lips. Bucky's grip on you tightens and kisses you back instantly. The blue-eyed man suddenly pulls away from you before moving his hands to your arms.

"Wait, what about Natasha? W-What was that all about?" He questions and your cheeks flush.

"O-Oh, that," you stutter and rub the back of your neck. "I… she offered to help me and I happen to think she's super attractive."

Bucky's eyebrows furrow in confusion as he brings his flesh hand to your face. You feel his thumb drag across your bottom lip, causing you to shudder lightly. "You're not going to kiss her again are you?"

You shake your head and grab a hold of his hand, lacing your fingers together. "Not if you don't want me to," you chuckle and gently bite your bottom lip.

A laugh leaves the super soldier's lips as his vibranium arm wraps around your waist. "Mm, well, I'm not one to share, doll," he whispers before capturing your lips with his. A quiet moan leaves your lips when Bucky trails his lips down your jawline. "But, I could be open to it."

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blazingparker · 3 years

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What’s Up, Danger?

**so this is the fic that the lovely @snowstark allowed me to run by them to make sure it made sense to other people and not just my own brain. i really, really hope you enjoy it!

read it on ao3!

Summary: When Peter Parker gets bitten by a radioactive spider in his college’s lab, he doesn’t expect anything that comes next. Not becoming Spider-Man, not being hunted down by the Avengers, and definitely not a secret friendship with Tony Stark.

“So, let me get this straight. You want us to hunt down the one superhero in New York City that’s not mooching off my bank account, force him to tell us who he is, and then try and get him to join the team?” Tony could not believe what he was hearing. He sat back in his seat at the head of the table and stared straight ahead at Nick Fury.

“We don’t know that he’s a superhero,” Fury drawled, relaxing in his chair at the other end of the table. “He could be more evil than we know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the guy plucking kittens out of trees and helping lost old Dominican ladies with directions is a supervillain in the making,” Tony deadpanned, clearly not impressed.

“Tony, orders are orders.” God, Steve was infuriating.

“Tell me, do you ever question anything or are you a walking lapdog?” Tony and Steve glared at each other until Natasha cleared her throat, breaking the tension in the room.

“Look, we’ll bring him in.” At Tony’s look of indignance, she raised a hand. “There’s no reason to go out there guns blazing, though. He hasn’t done anything to warrant that. If we show up looking ready to fight, he’ll avoid us. We will handle this professionally. With tact.” On the last word she stared pointedly at Tony, who pretended not to notice.

“So long as this ends with us knowing who’s behind the mask, I don’t care how you get it done,” Fury said as he stood. “I’ll let Pierce know you’re on board. That should get the prick off my back for a while.” With that, he left the room to the six Avengers sitting around the table.

“What is it with you and going along with whatever SHIELD wants?” Tony barked out, and Steve crossed his arms.

“SHIELD knows what’s best to keep this world safe. We should trust them to give us missions that are important and best left unquestioned.”

“Yeah, I don’t think telling us to beat up the guy who saved the owner of that deli that got blown up last week qualifies.” Tony huffed out an irritated sigh.

“Look, let’s just try and approach him one-on-one,” Natasha suggested. “That way no one feels threatened. Maybe one of us can form a relationship with the guy, get him to trust us.” When no one voiced an objection, she continued. “Tony, you can go first since you’re so protective of the guy.”

“Protective?! I am not-” Natasha left the room before Tony could finish.

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The first thing Tony noticed when observing Spider-Man was that the guy had absolutely no self-preservation instincts. He literally flung himself off the top of a building, whooping and hollering all the way down until he almost made a little spider puddle on the ground before finally shooting out a web and swinging away. The guy ran into a burning building without a second thought and came back out with a kid in his arms.

That last incident was how Tony finally had the chance to speak with him. By tracking him with JARVIS, he saw that Spider-Man had stopped at a local playground. It looked like he was taking a breather, and was even more likely given the guy had just inhaled massive amounts of smoke. He suited up and flew over to the spot, clearly catching Spider-Man by surprise.

“Hey there, Spider-Man. Or should I call you Danger-Man, since you seem to have a knack for running right towards it?” Tony landed a respectable distance from where Spider-Man was perched on top of the jungle gym.

“What can I do for you?” Okay, so Spider-Man was young. His voice told Tony that much.

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you. Nick Fury sent me. Us. The Avengers. But it’s just me for now.” Already, Spider-Man had visibly tensed. If Tony could see his eyes behind those pathetic goggles, he’d bet good money that they had narrowed considerably.

“What do you want.” Spider-Man said, his tone conveying it was a demand that Tony tell him now, not a question anymore.

“We want to know who you are. What makes you tick. What made you put on that god awful excuse for a suit and run into a burning building today.”

“Not all of us are billionaires, Stark. Some of us have to work with what we’ve got, and I haven’t really got much.” Tony’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile at that and he huffed out a laugh. Spider-Man’s quips were infamous, and now he could see why. The guy was good.

“Look,” Tony allowed his faceplate to flip up. Maybe that would help relax the agitated vigilante in front of him. Being able to look at his eyes had to be better than a titanium-alloy mask. “For the record, I was against this plan. I told Mr. Eyepatch up there that we should leave you alone.”

“Then why aren’t you?” Spider-Man sounded a little surprised at that admission.

“I got outvoted. The Avengers are a democracy, apparently. Cap’s a real bitch about it. I preferred the authoritarian model.” Tony sniffed, glancing away before looking back at Spider-Man when he chuckled quietly.

“Good to know you really are the big happy family that they show on the news,” Spider-Man shot back. Tony couldn’t help a real grin from forming that time.

“Oh yeah, big time. Ever seen Annie? It’s like that. Except Annie is actually the entire team and I’m Daddy Warbucks for all of them.” After a moment of shared laughter, things grew quiet again. Tony took a step forward, counting it as a win when Spider-Man didn’t scramble to get away.

“I’ll leave you alone from now on, since that’s clearly what you want. On one condition.”

“What’s that?” Spider-Man sounded wary but intrigued.

“Gimme your number.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Just because I’m gonna leave you alone doesn’t mean the others will. If they pull some stupid shit while trying to convince you to tell them who you are, I wanna know. Give me your number.”

“How would I call you if you have my number?”

“I’ll call you first.” Tony was surprised to find he actually truly did mean it. Spider-Man just stared at him for a second before rattling off a phone number and disappearing into the night.

This definitely wasn’t ideal. Tony knew that. But at least this way he had a way of knowing if the team went too far in their attempts to complete the mission.

Grinning, Tony plugged the number into his phone before hesitating over the space left for the contact’s name. He didn’t know Spider-Man’s identity, and definitely couldn’t plug in Spider-Man in case anyone ever saw. Remembering his very first quip to the vigilante, his thumbs flew over the screen.

Danger.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, Tony and Spider-Man struck up a routine. After each encounter with the Avengers, Spider-Man would give him a call and let him know how it went down. Luckily, things hadn’t gotten violent yet.

Tony was also finding himself...attached. To this masked vigilante from Queens. Something that made absolutely no sense and was probably going to end in disaster for them both. This guy clearly wanted nothing to do with the Avengers - no matter how friendly the two of them had become.

A ringtone disrupted Tony from his thoughts and he grabbed his phone, smiling a little when he read the screen.

Incoming call from: Danger

“What’s up, Danger?” Tony asked as he answered, pushing back from the lab table he was stationed at and walking to the window.

“Are you ever not going to answer the phone that way?” An exasperated voice came from the other end of the line. Tony grinned. He’d taken to always answering with the same “what’s up, danger?” First, it had been because he didn’t want anyone to walk in and hear him greeting Spider-Man. But slowly, it was becoming an inside joke with the two of them.

“Not a chance. But c’mon, gimme the rundown,” Tony said, gazing out over the New York City skyline as though he might see Spider-Man if he looked hard enough.

“Cap and Widow came this time. Gave me the same rundown, telling me they were running out of options and didn’t want to have to resort to other measures,” Spider-Man informed him. His voice dipped lower on the last few words in an imitation of Steve’s voice. Tony’s blood ran cold at that, and he quickly sat down on the nearest chair.

Why was he so afraid for Spider-Man all of a sudden? They were just pals. The guy was a vigilante that clearly had enhanced strength and other powers and could take care of himself.

“What the hell does that mean?” Tony asked, clenching his jaw.

“I didn’t exactly stick around to find out,” Spider-Man said with a laugh. “You could ask him though.”

“And risk him finding out exactly how I knew of this threat? Not a chance. Then things would just get worse,” Tony explained with a sigh.

“You really don’t need to be so worried. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not worried.” The words came out just a little bit too fast, and Spider-Man chuckled.

“Sure, Tones.” The nickname sent..something through Tony. Not affection. It was not affection. Nothing like that. “Anyway, I gotta hang up. Got readings to get done.”

“So you’re in college!” Tony cried triumphantly, waving a hand in the air to try and tell JARVIS to add that to the file he had on Spider-Man. When there was silence on the other end of the line, he sobered up a bit. “I’m not gonna look into it. Promise.”

Another beat of silence.

“Alright. Talk to you later, Tony.”

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The next time Tony’s phone rang, he was eating dinner with Natasha and Rhodey after being dragged out of his lab. When he saw Danger flash across the screen, he quickly excused himself and walked out of hearing range.

“What’s up, Danger?”

“Would you tell Hawkeye over there to quit it with the arrow-fest?” Tony’s eyebrows just about disappeared into his hairline and he clutched the phone a little tighter. He could hear Spider-Man’s breath coming fast, like he’d just finished swinging. He probably had.

“The what?” He asked, voice edging on a growl.

“He and Thor showed up, tried to ask me again. When I made it clear I wasn’t interested in joining the Brady Bunch and tried to leave, he took a shot at me. Without my danger sense, I definitely would’ve been hit.” Another interesting fact about Spider-Man, but Tony couldn’t pay attention to that now.

“He-fuck, I’m so sorry. That was never-I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Tony ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

“It’s fine, Tony. You didn’t take the shot at me,” Spider-Man insisted. “I can handle a few pissed-off Avengers. Really.” After a moment of Tony trying to come up with a response, the vigilante spoke again with a softer voice. “Tony, I’m okay. It’s not your fault. I’m not hurt, I’m safe at home.”

Somehow, the knot that had been growing in Tony’s chest eased at hearing Spider-Man was safe at home. He nodded before realizing he was on the phone and that response wouldn’t really work. “Alright, as long as you’re safe.” Where the hell did that come from? “I-I hate to cut this short but I walked out on Rhodey and Nat and-”

“-and if you’re gone too long, the jig is up. No worries, I get it. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tony couldn’t stop a smile at the understanding in the man’s voice.

“Talk tomorrow.”

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After that phone call, Spider-Man’s run-ins with the Avengers got increasingly volatile. While Clint had admitted to losing his cool when he shot the arrow and acknowledged it had been a mistake, they’d lost whatever trust they’d built up with Spider-Man.

Well, the others had. Not Tony.

Each encounter had more biting remarks than the last, and their duration was getting shorter and shorter. The Avengers had even tried catching up to him multiple times in one night. All that resulted in was an exhausted, irritated Spider-Man - Tony could hear it in his voice when they spoke on the phone.

Tony was working on a new suit in the lab when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was nearly two in the morning. His crooked heart started beating a little faster at that - only one person would call him so late.

“What’s up, Danger?” Tony asked cheerfully as he picked up the phone. The cheer dissipated immediately when he didn’t get a response. All he could hear was labored breathing and a groan of pain. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Hey, Tony,” Spider-Man answered, words slurring together. Tony immediately moved to his closest functional suit, letting JARVIS transfer the call over as he got into it.

“What happened?” Tony tried his best to keep the panic from edging into his voice. The faceplate closed and he could see JARVIS running a tracking program, trying to find out where Spider-Man had last been seen.

“No big deal. ‘S just a guy. He had a big knife. Huge. ‘S not safe for the neighborhood,” Spider-Man answered. Tony felt a chill run through him - Spider-Man had been stabbed ? His danger sense never allowed anyone to land a blow.

“Apparently not so safe for neighborhood Spider-Men either,” he quipped with a shaky voice. “Are you doing okay? Have something to stop the bleeding?”

“Does pavement count?” Even in an injured state, the guy was still churning out one-liners like it was nothing.

“I have located Spider-Man, sir,” JARVIS piped up. “Plotting the fastest course.” Tony whirled around, blasting the nearest window and watching it shatter before shooting out of it at top speed.

“Why didn’t you dodge it?” Tony asked, desperate to keep Spider-Man talking to him until he could get there.

“Danger sense isn’t workin’.” Spider-Man’s voice was significantly quieter at that, like he was ashamed.

“Faster, JARVIS! Why not?” Tony barked the command at his AI but softened his voice for the injured vigilante.

“Tired.” The one-word answer was enough. Even if the Avengers hadn’t struck Spider-Man directly since the incident with Clint, they’d caused this. Their persistence had worn down a decent man to the point where he couldn’t defend himself against the common criminals of Queens. That wasn’t what they were supposed to be about, and Tony felt disgusted just thinking about it.

Luckily, he didn’t have to for much longer. The suit began to descend towards a rooftop in a sketchier area of Queens, and Tony spotted the red and blue jumpsuit the guy insisted on wearing. The faceplate flipped up as he landed and knelt next to the form lying on the ground.

“What’s up, Danger?” Tony asked, trying to tease as he gently pushed away the blood-soaked fabric to get a look at the wound.

“Oh my god, this again? Just leave me to die.” Spider-Man groaned, but didn’t push Tony away. The older man laughed, shaking his head. He then pointed his index and middle fingers at the wound, allowing a healing gel to spray out of the suit and onto the injury. It was a new creation of Tony’s - it would stop the bleeding and keep the wound stable until they reached a medbay and could get real medical attention.

“There we go, Spider-Man. We do need to get you properly fixed up, though. This is a temporary solution.” Tony said, leaning over the man still lying there limply. Slowly, Spider-Man brought a hand up to his head. Tony thought he was feeling for blood, and watched in shock as the hand gripped the hood of his mask and tugged it off.

Of course he’s hot, was the first thing that went through Tony’s mind. Floppy brown hair, soft pink lips, and those big eyes that reminded him of a certain deer from an animated Disney movie. Spider-Man shifted slightly, trying to sit up with a quiet groan, and Tony rushed to support him and help hold him up. Spider-Man looked up at him and gave him a crooked grin.

“It’s Peter,” he said. His name. Tony smiled brightly in return.

“What’s up, Peter?”

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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Peace and Love

Part 9 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a relaxing day at the cabin. Y/n notices Steve seems a little off and hopes to cheer him up.

You woke up bright and early, feeling extra happy today. How could you not be happy on a beautiful, sunny day on Vacation? You rolled over to see Nat peacefully sleeping, and you wanted her to wake up, but you knew better than to wake a sleeping Natasha, so you tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door, and proceeded to get ready for the day. When you were all ready, you went downstairs to find only Wanda and Vision awake. They were cuddling on a sunny spot on the couch by the window.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Vision greeted.

“Good morning!” You grinned.

“Did you survive last night?” Wanda asked, a grin on her face.

“Barely.” You answered with a blush.

Wanda and Vis chuckled.

“Can I get you some coffee, Wanda?” You asked. “I’d offer you some, Vision, but…”

Vision grinned and poked your side as you walked by, making you squeak.

“I’d love some!” Wanda said.

“The usual?” You asked.

You knew just how Wanda liked her coffee. You were the Avengers’s “little barista,” as Tony called you. You knew what each of them liked for their coffee. Steve jokes that it’s the only reason they kept you.

You made Wanda her coffee, and had the idea that you’d wake your dad up for another canoe ride. You handed Wanda her coffee, and went up the stairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s room. You knew if you woke them all up, there might be hell to pay, but just Bucky was safe.

You quietly entered the room to see only one out of the three was awake. Steve was propped up on his bed, sketching. He looked over at you with a soft smile, and wiggled his finger in a “come here” motion. You walked to him, trying your best to be quiet.

“You need something?” He whispered.

“I was gonna wake him up for a canoe ride.” You pointed at sleeping Bucky.

“Oh okay.”

“What are you drawing?”

Steve turned his sketch pad around to show you that he was drawing the view out the bedroom window. The mountains and trees.

“It’s beautiful!” You whispered.

“Thank you!” Steve mouthed.

You turned and walked to the side of Bucky’s bed. You got nervous to wake him and looked at Steve who raised his eyebrows with a nervous smile. You bit your lip and gently shook him. He didn’t wake up. You shook him more aggressively and he finally woke up startled and furrowed his brows at you,

“What are you waking me up for?” He groaned.

“To go on the canoe?”

Bucky stretched, and much to your surprise, snatched you up and brought you into bed to snuggle you. You giggled and snuggled into his chest.

“It would be nice, but I think I’m going to stay here all day and you’re stuck here with me.” He teased some more.

You smirked and poked around his chest and neck, making him crack up a little.

“Okahahay off you!” Bucky protested, prying your hands off him and sitting up in the bed with you in his arms.

“Well I guess it’s time to wake up then!” Sam grumbled, getting up out of bed and stomping to the bathroom.

You giggled and Sam heard. He slowly turned around while you shut your mouth nervously. He pointed at you warningly. You didn’t move a muscle. He carried on to the bathroom when he saw you got the message. You smiled up at Bucky and he chuckled. He stood up out of bed still holding you, and then set you down by the door.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.” He smiled.

You nodded and gave Steve a smile before you left, which Steve returned.

…

You and Bucky had an amazing time out on the lake. You enjoyed this one-on-one time with him. He told you stories about his past, before the war. You absolutely loved to hear his stories. You had loved getting to know him. Whenever you told him stories about your past, you noticed how it made him upset, so you mostly told him your happiest memories, many of which were with your mom. Those memories definitely made him happier than the others, but he still liked to hear them all, because he liked getting to know you.

Bucky rowed the two of you back to shore, and you walked up the hill, side by side to the cabin. Steve was sitting out on the deck reading, and you threw your arms around his neck lovingly. You noticed he was a little quiet today, but you didn’t understand why. He looked at you with a soft grin.

“Pepper made cinnamon rolls.” Steve smirked.

You gasped and ran inside, making him laugh.

“Y/n! Pepper made cinnamon rolls!” Peter shouted, holding up his cinnamon roll he was eating.

“I heard!”

You got a cinnamon roll and climbed into the stool and sat next to Peter at the bar.

Tony walked in and kissed Pepper on the cheek.

“Good morning, Rugrats.” He said to you and Peter.

“We’re not babies.” Peter grinned, rolling his eyes.

You looked at them confused. You didn’t get the reference.

“So Tony, this new game came out today and I was wondering if I can buy it on the PlayStation?” Peter asked.

“Sure kid! Today is a pretty chill day. We’re going to town for dinner tonight, but that’s all.” Tony answered.

“Oh awesome! Thank you so much!” Peter exclaimed, finishing his cinnamon roll and patting your head before dashing to the front living room. It was a little more of a formal room, mostly everyone hung out in the family room, but Peter preferred this one because he didn’t want to hog the TV. He planned on playing the new game all day long. He had been waiting for it to come out for some time now.

The day wasn’t very eventful, but it was very relaxing. You sat out on the porch and talked with everyone (except Peter who was still inside) for several hours, before you, Thor, Nat, and Bucky decided to swim. Steve, Vision, and Wanda lounged by the pool to talk and watch you all swim. Pepper and Tony took the boat out and had a picnic.

After swimming, you showered and got ready for dinner. It was late afternoon and you were laying on the couch next to Peter watching him play his new game he was quite addicted to. After a while, Steve came in.

“Hey we’re about to leave. Tony sent me in here to get you guys.” Steve explained.

“Um I’m not really hungry. I think I’m just going to stay here.” Peter shrugged, eyes locked to the screen.

You looked from the screen to Steve, who was looking at Peter.

“Tony told me you’d say that. Family dinner is mandatory.” Steve shrugged.

“Just tell him I’m busy. He’ll understand.” Peter said absentmindedly, fingers twiddling the controller.

“Well, he also told me that if you didn’t listen…” Steve trailed off. “I should do this.”

Next thing you know, Steve tackled Peter on the couch, and began tickling his sides and belly. Peter laughed and shrieked, dropping the controller to the floor. He curled in on himself while Steve launched his hands to Peter’s extremely ticklish armpits.

“Does this change your mind, Queens?” Steve asked teasingly.

You burst into jealous flames.

You hadn’t been tickled all day and you were in quite the mood to be, especially by Steve, who seemed a little distant today. Your face turned bright red and you wanted him to get you instead, even though you adored the sight. Squealing and flailing Peter was priceless.

“Okay Steve! Let him go. You don’t have to keep tickling him so much. He gets it.” You spat, arms crossed.

Steve looked over at you, slowing his tickling on poor Peter, to make sure it was really YOU that was speaking to him in such a tone. He observed your expression and tilted his head at you.

“Looks like somebody is jealous.” Steve teased, meanly calling you out.

You tried to hide your sheepish grin but it was impossible.

Peter caught his breath and pushed the now distracted soldier off of him.

“I’m going to get ready now.” Peter panted, recovering from the unexpected tickle attack.

“You do that Peter.” Steve replied, not taking his eyes off of you.

You held a throw pillow to your chest nervously.

“Why are you so jealous? I tickled you all the time!” Steve asked light-heartedly, rolling his eyes with a shrug.

“I am not jealous! I was just looking out for Peter!” You lied miserably.

“Oooh alright. I get it. Well, we aren’t leaving for another thirty minutes anyway… and I can do this all day.” Steve said, cracking his knuckles and strutting toward you.

You knew what was coming and it was exactly what you wanted, but now you were very flustered and nervous and you felt like running away, but it was too late for that. Steve dragged you to the middle of the couch by your ankle and snatched the pillow away. You giggled and instinctively covered your torso. Steve looked down at you with a playful grin and went right for ribs. Your giggles didn’t hesitate and you squirmed around, both sides of your rib cage trapped between his large hands. You laughed so hard that your laughter turned silent, so Steve let you breathe. Steve wiggled his fingers above your belly.

“Do you want some more tickles, Y/n/n? Cause you’re my favorite person to tickle! Just tell me if you want more tickles and I’ll keep tickling you!” Steve teased ruthlessly, purposefully saying the word repeatedly to get at you.

There’s no way you could just answer “yes” so, you tickled him back, making him chuckle. He quickly caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” He exclaimed before tickling your tummy.

You let out your famous belly laugh and Steve smiled ear to ear.

“Ohohoho there’s that laugh! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“STEHEHEHEVE! NOHOHO! Sohoho mean!” You cried, flusteredly.

“Aww, so all of a sudden you’re embarrassed? This is what you wanted, is it not?” Steve teased some more.

You quickly covered your face with your hands. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Don't hide from me!" Steve began as he tickled under your arms, causing you to shoot your arms down. "I can't see your cute wittle blushy face!"

You could not believe this was Steve talking to you right now.

“Why are you blushing? I’m just tick-tick-tickling you!” He said through gritted teeth, curling his fingers with each “tick.”

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips.

“I have a question for you, Y/n/n.”

“OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!”

“Who is your favorite Avenger?” He asked, tickling gentler, but giving you a warning look.

You giggled and actually thought about it, and then gave him a little smile.

“No answer? I’ll just get your feet then!” He declared, stopping the tickling on your neck and catching your flailing left ankle. “Beeetter answerrrr!” He wiggled his fingers above your foot.

“Iron MaaahaaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHA!”

Steve scritched the arch of your foot and you lost it. He had an angry expression on his face after hearing such an answer.

“HOW DARE YOU?” He boomed.

“CAHAHAPTAIN AMERICAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHP!” You cried through your laughter.

Steve quit and dropped your ankle only to grab the other foot with a smile.

“Look at this cute little foot! You have the cutest little feet!” He sang.

You caught your breath from all the laughing and that flustered look on your face only got stronger. You knew Steve wasn’t done with you yet.

You looked up at him, shyly covering your cheeks with your hands.

“They’re like miniature versions of Bucky’s feet! And just as ticklish!” Steve quipped, now tickling your right foot while you laughed and tried to kick, but Steve had you, so you had to just take it. When he got bored of tickling your foot, he leaned back a second and tapped his chin as if he was thinking.

“Who are you and what have you done with Steve?” You growled, jokingly.

Steve didn’t say anything. He just pursed his lips and widened his eyes at you for only a second. Uh-oh. This can’t be good.

His hands suddenly latched to your thighs, catching you by surprise, making you jump. Steve chuckled at that.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEVE NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” You yelled through your laughter.

Steve squeezed repeatedly, tickling the daylights out of you as you ineffectively thrashed.

“What’s not fair? I don’t get to tickle your thighs enough, THAT is what’s not fair!”

You gripped his wrists and tried to push him off. You just couldn’t stand how much it tickled. It felt like so long before he let go, and you barely had time to recover before he was kneading into your very sensitive hips. Super high-pitched giggles now came out of you, making Steve bark out a laugh. After a minute or so, Steve saw your cheeks were still very flushed, so he stopped his tickle attack. He laid the back of his hands on your cheeks, and chuckled when he felt they were warm.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded with a smile. Your cheeks were hot from the flusteredness and the laughter. You really liked that feeling.

“You never fail to make me smile, Y/n.” Steve mused.

You sat up to look at him, who was now sitting next to you on the couch. He looked back at you with a soft smirk.

“What’s been on your mind today, Steve?” You asked seriously, even though you had just been wrecked.

“You know me so well…” He started, shaking his head.

“Of course I know you so well! You’re like, well I don’t know... a dad to me.” You explained.

Steve was caught by surprise by your sentence. He tilted his head slightly and stuck out his bottom lip at you, as if to say awww and his eyes were filled with adoration, and a little bit of teasing.

You looked down and played with your hands shyly.

“Bucky is my dad, and I absolutely love him, I don’t mean to downplay that at all-” You rambled, before being cut-off.

“I know what you mean.” Steve said sweetly, pulling you into a side hug. “You’re so sweet Y/n/n!”

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. You were like a daughter to Steve, but he never thought of it that way. He never took the time to realize, because he was so focused on making sure you and Bucky could be together. He wanted Bucky to have his daughter, who would bring him hope and purpose again after 90 years of hell, and through all that fighting, Steve became so close with you and you two just bonded like no other, and finally, looking down at you now, Steve realized the very reason you two had this special relationship, was because you are his best friend in the world’s very flesh. It was so clear! How could he not realize that? All he ever knew is that he loved you very much.

You looked at Steve’s face, oblivious to what he was so deep in thought about. Finally, he spoke.

“Y/n, I have just been missing my mom today. I had a dream about her last night, and I’ve been thinking about how she would love this place.” He sighed.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I miss my momma too, a lot. She would’ve loved this place too. I would’ve loved to meet your mom, Steve.” You said, sorrowful. You weren’t quite sure what to say just then, but you knew how he felt.

Before Steve could say anything else, Tony called for everyone to head out for dinner. Steve gave you a soft smile as you both stood up from the couch. You walked alongside him down the hallway.

“You know, Steve,” you started, halting in your steps. Steve did the same, looking down at you. “it’s such a good thing to miss your mother. It’s so good, even though it hurts. It means you love her that much.”

Steve sighed and smiled down at you. You had managed to really lift his spirits today.

“Thank you, Y/n… I love you.”

“I know!” You quipped, lightening the mood.

Steve snatched you up baby style, making you squeal, and tickled your belly all the way to the van.

…

“There they are!” Tony announced as Steve walked up with you to the van, still holding you and tickling you. “What did she do?” Tony giggled at your state.

“She was being trouble! Like always!” Steve teased.

“What’s new?” Vision smirked, walking up next to you.

Your jaw dropped to the floor at that.

“Ihihi- I’m not troubl- well. More recently…” You admitted, referring to last week’s antics.

Steve and Tony raised their eyebrows at each other.

“Hah! Gimmie a piece, Cap!” Tony demanded, wanting to tickle you himself.

Steve held you up for him.

“Nohohooho HAHAHAHAH!”

Tony dug into your sides and blew a raspberry on your neck.

“Ihihihi don’t thihihink I can take much more.” You said, shaking your head when Tony let up.

Steve chuckled and set you down in the van. You sat between him and Bucky. You slept on Bucky’s chest the whole way to the restaurant.

…

You were all sitting down eating at the restaurant, having conversations amongst each other. You sat between Nat and Bucky and across from Thor and Peter. You, Thor, and Peter were gushing, having a stupid conversation about “who would win in a fight? Blank or blank.”

“Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention.

“WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh.

“Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly.

You gave him a challenging smirk.

“Y/n, when we get back to the cabin, you need to show Thor that new move we’ve been working on.” Nat grinned.

“Good idea. I need to practice it anyway, might as well practice on a god.”

…

It had already started raining when you headed back to the cabin, and was pouring by the time you arrived. Everyone ran inside and you plopped back on the couch to watch Peter play his game, but with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, the power was out. It was getting darker by the minute and though Peter begged Tony to fix it, Tony claimed he couldn’t, not out here. Tony handed you and Peter each a flashlight. Pepper went around the cabin lighting candles. Steve, Bucky, and Sam sat in the front living room, and everyone else sat at the table, drinking tea.

“Remember that hide and seek game you two used to play?” Tony asked.

Butterflies instantly rushed to your tummy.

“You mean Hide and Seek: Tickle Edition?” Peter asked, wiggling his fingers at you.

“Yes! That one! You two hide and whoever I find first…” Tony started, wiggling his fingers at the two of you. “Whoever is not found gets to be the seeker.”

You thought it was so cute how THE Tony Stark was about to play Peter’s game with you. Peter showed you this game after you two started spending more time together. He said that his Uncle Ben used to play it with him.

Tony faced the wall and began counting while you and Peter scurried off. You desperately looked for a good hiding spot and were running out of time, so you hid on the side of a nightstand in Peter and Thor’s room. It was not your best work, but you hoped he’d find Peter first.

You looked up out the partially opened window and watched the rain fall through the trees, and listened, and smelled the air. It was like heaven. You took a deep breath, at peace. You loved your life, and you loved this place, and that’s when you felt the first twinge in your heart at the thought of leaving on Friday. Everyone would go back to their crazy lives, and who knows what could happen next. Aliens, androids, wizards? You just wanted to keep them all here forever. Safe, hidden in the mountains. You always wanted to protect them, even though they were the ones doing all the saving. You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Peter’s laughter. You won this round, so you stood up and walked to the sight of Peter being tickled to pieces by Tony on the hallway floor.

“You two better hide!” You smirked and began counting.

You searched the cabin and soon found Tony hiding behind a door.

“Behind a door? Really Tony?” You teased.

He sighed in defeat.

“Alright let’s get this over with.” He said, raising his hands in the air.

You tickled Tony’s belly and he hunched over in laughter and you just pulled him into a hug. He tilted his head in surprise and hugged you back and kissed your head.

It was Peter’s turn to find you and you were quite nervous. You hid in you and Nat’s shower and it brought back so many memories of when you two used to play this game. Several minutes passed and Peter suddenly swung open the shower curtain, making you squeal.

“Mwuahahaha! I gotcha Y/n/n!” Peter laughed evilly, and threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed.

“Tickle time!” He teased and dropped you to the bed.

He pried your arms away from your torso and immediately began tickling your tummy while you squealed and laughed.

“Ticky ticky ticky!” Peter said over and over while his fingers danced across your tummy, sides, and ribs.

You threw your head back in laughter when he zeroed in on your belly button.

“Awww I forget you have such a ticklish lil belly button!” Peter giggled, and used the opportunity to blow raspberries on the front of your neck, a spot only he knew about.

You squealed and laughed freely, the biggest smile on your face.

“Go hide!” Tony called from the other room, making you and Peter look at each other nervously, before running your separate ways.

You hid under the table, gripping onto Thor’s calf. Turns out, this wasn’t the best spot because it didn’t take Tony long to find you at all.

“Get out from under there, Y/n!” Tony ordered.

You obeyed, but made a run for it. Tony chased you down the hall and caught you.

“You just made it a thousand times worse for yourself. I hope you know that!” Tony chuckled and dropped you on the couch and didn’t hesitate to tickle your underarms while you laughed so hard your abs ached.

“This is what you get for running from me, you little cheater!” He teased, as his fingers danced down to your ribs and you squirmed and tossed around, so Tony straddled you and your laughter only increased. Next thing you knew, he placed his “claw” on the middle of your tummy and began shaking your tummy. This always tickled you so bad and your famous belly laughter found its way to your smile. Tony laughed along with you at that. He thought that was so cute.

“You are so cute, Y/n!” He complimented. “I’m gonna give you raspberries for that.”

Your eyes went wide and his lips met just above your belly button and he blew the fattest raspberries, making you squeal and your laughter went silent, which happened when something tickled you really bad. After several raspberries, Tony sat up and kissed your cheek and you both laughed. Then, the power came back on and everyone cheered.

“Y/n’s laughter brought the power back on!” Pepper teased and you blushed.

Later in the evening, you, Nat, and Thor stood in the living room.

“Alright, Y/n. Show him what I taught you! Use your legs, NOT your back.” She instructed.

You ended up flipping Thor on the floor and his handsome laughter poured out of him. Everyone else who was watching cheered and clapped.

“Amazing, Y/n!” Steve praised.

You smiled and bowed.

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs.

“Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said.

“NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied.

“Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck.

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad.

“Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!”

“Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt.

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck.

“These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides.

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing.

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment.

“Aww I bet Peter wants us to do that to him, Tony!” Steve sang, just to embarrass Peter.

“Absolutely not!” Peter said, red-faced. Truly, he wouldn’t mind, but it made him quite flustered being called out like that.

Tony tackled him to the couch and Steve joined. Tony tickled the screaming Peter’s belly while Steve got his ribs, sending him to tickle hell.

“YEAH TICKLE HIM!”

“TICKLE HIM UNTIL HE CRIES!”

Bucky and Sam hollered.

You were finally set free by Nat and Thor, and you rolled off Thor onto the carpet, catching your breath, with that warm feeling in your tummy. You looked over to see the cuteness that was Peter being tickled, and this time, you weren’t jealous. You definitely had your fill for the day.

…

When you were ready for bed, you knocked on Sam, Bucky, and Steve’s door. Steve opened the door, shirtless and in his blue flannel pajama pants.

“Heeey dorito!” You sassed.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. “What do you want?”

“To see you guys, especially Dad.”

Bucky bumped Steve’s out of the way with his hip, making Steve cackle and run into the wall. You giggled at that.

“Come here, cutie!” Bucky said, swooping you up from under your arms and bringing you into the room, giving your kisses on your cheek. Sam was laying in his bed with his laptop and headphones in, but smiled at you.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked your dad.

Bucky dropped you on his bed.

“Can she Steve?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t care.” Steve shrugged casually, standing outside the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“Sleepover!” Bucky cheered.

“DID SOMEONE SAY SLEEPOVER?!” Peter yelled, rushing into the room.

“WOO HOO!” You cheered.

Bucky and Sam went wide-eyed.

“I CALL SLEEPING IN SAM’S BED!” Peter announced, jumping into an “angry” Sam’s bed.

“OH HEEEELL NO!” Sam yelled, kicking the giggling Peter out of his bed, while you, Bucky, and Steve clutched your bellies laughing.

“Nah I’m just messing with you. Thor and I are going to watch a movie.” Peter said. “I just came to say night night!” He ruffled your hair and you said goodnight to your best friend.

You snuggled up to your dad and he snuggled you back before turning out the light.

“Your feet are freezing, Y/n!” Bucky exclaimed in the dark.

You giggled a funny giggle, which made Steve, who just walked out of the bathroom into the dark, giggle and now the two of you went back and forth giggling.

“I guess we’re not tired!” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Steve turned on a show and crawled into his bed.

You soon fell asleep in Bucky’s arms. Steve and Bucky exchanged a smile. Steve turned off the TV, and soon everyone was asleep.

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Under the Sheets

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 9) There’s only one bed, and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

Requester: Anonymous

Summary: Bucky spends more time out of his dorm than in it with how much his roommate amorously makes love to his girlfriend. Luckily, his cute across-the-hall neighbor is generous about lending her place to him. Bucky’s unsure if he wants to hug or kiss his roommate for putting him in the situation he is in now.

Note: Thank you for sending this in! :) This trope is the OG.

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You would say that every meeting you've had with James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes is always a series of unfortunate events.

The first time was when you were locked outside of your dorm room because you're an idiot without a roommate. Since it wasn't your first incident, you were very reluctant to call the campus security guard to let you in. You're pretty sure he hates you.

Luckily, across the hall, you had some new neighbors.

"You must be James-"

"Bucky, please," he offers you an easy, charming smile.

"Bucky, nice to meet you," you smiled back.

You had been standing outside your door for quite sometime when Bucky came back, explaining how Steve was out with his girlfriend. As it would be, Bucky knew how to pick a locked door open. You only got a laugh when you asked him about such questionable skills he had.

The next time you met Bucky was when you spilled your grocery bags all over the floor before entering into your building. Bucky seemed to just arrive home from his afternoon classes.

"This is so embarrassing," you muttered with flushed cheeks as Bucky helped you pick everything up.

"Well, no use crying over spilled milk."

"I haven't bought milk," you joked, causing him to laugh. Bucky had helped you carry your groceries in.

"No roommate?" He looked around the place, seeing how the extra room you had turned into a study room.

"Nope! Well, I mean, I had one earlier in the year, but she moved out after 3 months to transfer to another university. They didn't assign me with anyone else."

"Lucky," Bucky sighed.

"Roommate problems?" You raised your brow. You had come to know that Bucky and Steve have been friends since they were in diapers, now seemingly grown and going to university together too.

It seemed hard to believe the two friends would not like rooming together.

"Not problems, per se," Bucky licked his lips. "Just Steve likes to bring Peggy over a lot, and she stays the night often. I guess her roommate is kind of a psychopath."

You nodded slowly and understandingly. It was probably difficult to get studying done or sleep with hearing your roommate fuck at night.

"Well," you offer him a nervous smile, "you are always welcome here if you need the space to study."

"Thanks, doll."

It seems after that, Bucky took your offer quite seriously. Over the next few weeks, he would show up to your place in the evening needing some quiet to work on his papers and upcoming tests.

You certainly didn't mind the company, sometimes having the place to yourself could be a little lonely when everyone else had their roommates to hang out with.

It was almost kind of nice—an easy friendship brewing between the two of you.

The thought of dating never really crossed your mind because you weren't ignorant of the fact that Bucky was wildly popular across campus. Steve was too, but Peggy Carter was also wildly popular herself, making them a dream couple.

So, all sorts of people were trying to put themselves on Bucky's radar.

And, well, you were just you.

You were just flittering through your university life. You had friends, of course, game nights were on Friday, and went out on the occasional weekend to drink.

Really, the only time you got to spend time with Bucky was within your dorm building.

"I brought takeout!" Bucky holds up thick bags with food. You can smell the contents right away and smile.

"Thai food?" You smile, hopeful, in case you're somehow wrong.

Bucky grins at you as you let him in. He puts the bags on the counter, and you help him take the things out.

"Yeah, I saw you staring at their building while I was on the way to class the other day," he laughs. "How long did you stand there?"

You felt your cheeks warm at being caught by someone.

"Only ten minutes," you mumble.

Bucky licks his tongue against his bottom lip, smiling at you as he takes a seat.

You moan, almost a little inappropriately when you take your first bite.

"God, it's been way too long," you sigh happily as you munch away.

Bucky laughs, "For someone who likes Thai food so much, I don't see you eat it too often."

You shrug. "Thai food is one of those things where there's a lot of dishes that are shared. My friends, unfortunately, don't share my love for Thai food."

"Blasphemous!" Bucky gasps dramatically and jokingly, but you follow along with a firm nod.

"That's what I've been saying!"

Bucky grins. "Alright, how about your boyfriend?"

You roll your head over to Bucky with a look. "I think as often as you spend here, you should know by now I don't have one."

"Just checking," Bucky shrugs. "Any particular reason why?"

You quirk your brow at him. "Well, I'll tell you if you tell me why you haven't got a girl. Lord knows you don't have a shortage of options."

Bucky chuckles as he looks at you, scooping more food into your mouth. His eyes soften for just a moment.

"Just waiting on the right girl is all," he says, looking back at his food when you look up at him.

"Ah, then we're two peas in a pod," you smile, "I'm also waiting for the right person, and unfortunately, the only guys on my roster right now are frat boys."

You scrunch your face a little, and Bucky lets out a burst of laughter at your expression.

"Any particular reason for that?" He asks.

"One of my friends is in a sorority," you sigh. "She thinks she can get me to join if she shoves hot guys my way. I'm actually going to get dragged to a party on Saturday."

"Well," Bucky licks his lip, "is it working?"

"Not even in the slightest," you smirk.

Bucky grins.

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"I don't want to study anymore, my brain is melting," Bucky groans as he leans back against your couch with his head facing the ceiling.

His eyes shut as he tries to make all the words disappear from his head, and you laugh at him.

"It's only been two hours," you point out. "Don't you have a huge test on Saturday afternoon?"

"I can't," Bucky moans dramatically. "I can't anymore. I should accept my inevitable doom and fail."

You roll your eyes with a smile as you lean forward and close his books. "Alright, drama queen. I think you just need a break. Why don't we just put on a movie?"

"Annnnd, now my brain is unmelting," Bucky sits up with an excited twinkle in his eye.

You end up watching three movies, but by the third movie, you fall asleep.

Bucky sits there, eyes drifting to you with ease as the movie plays on.

You snored a little, causing him to smile involuntarily.

Alright, Bucky admits, you were just beyond adorable to him.

But finding the right person also takes time.

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Friday night is game night.

Your friends get much too rowdy as you try to quiet them down, knowing Bucky is probably trying to study across the hall.

One of your friends drinks way too much and ends up passing out on the couch, dead to the world.

"Alright, let's call it a night," you yawn as you stand up and stretch. It's well past 1 AM as your friends get up.

"Should we wake him?" One of your friends asks.

"Nah, just leave him. I don't even know if he will wake up," you and your friends share a quick laugh as they leave your building.

"Don't forget we have the party tomorrow," your friend, Mary Jane, pulls you in for a hug.

"Right," you drawl, "Another attempt to find me a gross, frat boyfriend?"

"I mean, show me another guy on your roster, and I won't try to drag you to these parties," Mary Jane laughs.

You made some noise of agreement as you pat her back before she lets go, walking to the door and giving you a little wave before leaving.

You stretch again before you go to your closet to bring out an extra blanket and set it over your friend. You grab a glass of water and some Advil because you know that poor sucker will feel it tomorrow.

You look in the fridge and groan when you see you've run out of eggs. Typically, you wouldn't mind getting them in the morning, but your friend was someone who needed food immediately when they were hungover. You weren't willing to wake up any earlier to get the eggs in the morning, so you closed the fridge and got ready to head to the 24-hour convenience store down the block.

You were casually scrolling through your phone as you left your apartment. When you opened the door, you could hear some...sounds from Bucky's apartment, and you felt instant pity for the man. You were ready to leave the building when a figure sitting in the lobby scared the shit out of you.

"Holy fuc--Bucky?"

Bucky looked up with slightly bleary eyes, and it looks like he was still studying as he had his textbook in his lap along with his notebook.

"Oh, what are you doing down here?" He asked, sounding rather tired.

"What are you doing down here?" You retorted. "It's almost 2 AM. Don't you have a huge test tomorrow?"

"...Steve and Peggy had a fight..." Bucky pressed his lips together, and you don't need to ask further that the noises you heard earlier were them making up.

You wheedle from foot to foot while you look at Bucky. He looks exhausted, and you feel awful he's been sitting out here for God knows how long.

"How long were you out here for?"

"I don't know," Bucky shrugs, "Couple hours?"

You sigh. "Why didn't you just let me know. You could've come over."

"It was game night for you, wasn't it?" Bucky blinks because he was pretty sure he saw your sorority friend leave about 10 minutes ago.

You let out a pretty deep sigh, holding your hand out in front of him.

He scrunches his brows.

"C'mon," you wiggle your fingers, "come get some eggs with me, and you can crash at my place tonight."

Bucky gives you a light grin as he closes his textbook and grabs your hand as you put very little effort into pulling him up.

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There's a body.

In the place where Bucky thought he was going to sleep.

You don't seem to pay any mind to it as you put the eggs and orange juice away in the fridge.

Bucky is thinking a mile a minute.

The couch was taken, and the extra room you had was turned into a study room.

Was he supposed to sleep on the carpet? Were you going to give him a sleeping bag?

"Hey," Bucky grabs your attention, "Where should I crash?"

You shut the fridge door, running your hand through your hair as you make your way to your room.

"We can just bunk in the same bed," you say with a shrug, and Bucky thinks he might have a heart attack.

"You're okay with that?" Bucky asks slowly.

You shrug again, "Yeah, I bunk with people all the time. Don't you? It's like part of the university experience."

Bucky doesn't know how to say that he's probably doing more than just sleeping when he bunks with someone.

You turn around and lean at your doorframe, quirking your brow with a smirk.

"Don't tell me you aren't enough of an adult to share a bed with me."

Getting a rise out of Bucky seems to work as Bucky stalks into your bedroom.

"I'll show you an adult," he mutters childishly, and you roll your eyes with a smile.

And although Bucky says such big words, he's lying stiff as a board on the bed. He lies as close to the edge as possible without falling with his back turned to you, and you can't help but chuckle a little.

"You can unclench, you know. I hardly doubt you'll get some rest if you lie there like a metal rod," you say, but you're also lying pretty close to the edge with your back turned to him, though not as stiff.

It's silent for a moment, but eventually, you feel the bed shift a little as Bucky relaxes.

It's silent again, and you feel yourself starting to fall asleep.

"Who was that on your couch?" Bucky asks, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" You hum, opening your eyes slightly. "Oh, just a friend. He usually doesn't come to game night, but his boyfriend is visiting back home this weekend. He went a little too hard on the drinks."

"He's gay?"

"Yeah, got a problem?" You ask almost daring Bucky to say he does.

"Definitely not," Bucky smiles.

It's silent again.

"So--"

"Go to sleep, dumbass, you have a test in the morning," you say without opening your eyes. You hear Bucky chuckle softly.

"Goodnight, doll."

"Goodnight," you smile.

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Warm.

Bucky felt warm. Maybe a little too warm.

He hasn't opened his eyes yet, but he can feel sunlight hitting his face and hear the birds chirping outside.

Bucky takes a deep breath in and feels shifting in his arms. He moves a little, pulling the warmth in closer.

He roughly hums in the back of his throat when he feels lips press against his collarbone.

It hits him like a freight train.

Bucky immediately opens his eyes, his body becoming rigid again as you come into view.

What started with the two of you sleeping at the furthest edges of the bed with your backs turned to each other ended up being the very opposite.

Sometime during the middle of the night, the two of you gravitated towards the middle of the bed. You were wrapped up in his arms, head just under his chin. He could feel your breath on the base of this throat, and it was giving him goosebumps.

Your hands were wrapped around his back, gripping his shirt slightly. Bucky couldn't even move too much with your legs intertwined with his. A groan wanted to escape his lips with his thigh wedged between your legs.

Bucky tried to move slowly without waking you.

He really did.

But then you let out a whine, holding him tighter and clenching your legs to lock his thigh in.

"Stop moving," you whined.

God, Bucky doesn't think he'll make it. He's already got morning wood, and this is too much.

He calls your name in an attempt to wake you up.

"Doll, you gotta get up, I have a test soon," he says instead when you hardly react to him calling your name.

This time, you do blearily open your eyes with a huff.

You untangle yourself from him as Bucky lets out a quiet sigh of relief. Sitting up, you let out a yawn and let out a big stretch, your shirt riding a little up as you do.

You look at your clock.

"Alright, there's about an hour before your test. Eat some breakfast before you go."

"It's really fin--"

"Break. fast."

You leave the room, and Bucky is left sitting there by himself. The morning passes quickly as you make breakfast. The sounds nor the smell seem to wake your friend up.

"Good luck on your test!" You smile at him as you make him a breakfast sandwich for him to go.

Bucky smiles back with a 'thanks' before he leaves your place confused.

Did this morning not affect you at all? Did you not see him as a man?

Bucky was distracted during the whole test.

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You held your smile until you heard the footsteps fade from your door.

After that, you nearly screamed. You stalked over to your hungover friend and whipped a pillow into his face.

"Ack!" He wakes up, nearly falling off the couch. He groans instantly when he sees your face.

"I'm so hungover, oh my god," your friend moans.

Your face feels hot as it's flushed in embarrassment. "This is all your fault for drinking too much and crashing on the couch! I should've pushed you onto the floor!"

You let out a groan before you stalked off to the washroom, closing the door.

Your friend sits up, looking at the plate of eggs and bacon on the table.

"What'd I do?"

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The entire day leading up to the party is spent with you trying to contain your embarrassment. You're trying to repress the memory of being pressed up against Bucky and clingy.

You didn't hear from Bucky after his test, and you were much too mortified to say anything, so you hadn't texted him either.

"You look constipated, please take some shots and relax," Mary Jane hands you tequila with a lime slice.

You shoot back the shot without hesitation.

"Alright," Mary Jane whistles, "Do I even want to know what's got your panties in a knot?"

"Nope," you shake your head.

"Alright, fair enough. Get some more drinks and mingle!" Mary Jane turns her attention past you. You look behind and see her current boyfriend, Harry, enter the room with kegs.

You sigh when Mary Jane looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Go," you tell her. She squeals and kisses you on the cheek before rushing off.

You do flitter through the party, catching up with some friends, and getting some drinks.

As embarrassed as you are, the last thing you want is to get sloppy, so you don't overdo it.

But as you already know, luck is never on your side.

Especially when you see Bucky walking into the party. People are getting excited and rushing up to say hi to him because Bucky rarely goes to frat parties.

The two of you lock eyes instantly, and the memory of this morning rushes back, and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

'Play it cool,' you tell yourself as you turn back to the group of people you're standing with.

You're not even sure what they've been talking about, and there's no way you could focus on that now.

Bucky doesn't seem to be rushing up to you either. He's drinking a beer with Harry as a crowd surrounds them.

You can see girls in the back looking at him and whispering, and you feel the burn in your gut now for some reason.

God, were you such a cliché that sharing a bed with Bucky actually made you think that way about him?

The night seems to continue on, and even though you keep catching eyes with Bucky, neither of you seems willing to make the first move.

You head over to the bar to get more drinks when someone approaches you and orders you a drink.

You internally groan.

Brock Rumlow.

A real piece of work.

He made it into Theta Chi, well-known to be a troublemaker.

He was known to sleep around and make unwanted advances towards girls and was hardly passing his classes.

Brock had turned his attention to you lately, which you flat out rejected him. It helped that you were friends with Mary Jane, who was dating Harry, the president of Theta Chi, and could tell Brock to back off.

But Brock Rumlow liked to push his boundaries.

"You look pretty good tonight, did you dress pretty for me?" He smirks at you, and you roll your eyes.

"Fuck off, Rumlow. I already told you I'm not interested," you look away, not bothering to take the drink he ordered for you.

"Now don't be like that, you haven't even gotten to know me yet," Brock leans against the counter close to you.

"And as I've explicitly told you, no," you whip your head back and glare at him.

You're about to walk off and see if you could find Mary Jane and Harry when Brock grabs your arm.

"What the fuck-" You start to say when another arm comes into view, grabbing Brock's wrist.

You look over to see Bucky standing there with his lip pressed into a thin line as he grips Brock's wrist hard enough until he lets go.

"Ow--what's your problem, dude?" Brock holds his wrist before shaking the pain off.

"Keep your hands off her," Bucky cocks his brow as he stands in front of you.

"How about you mind your business," Brock glares at him. "What? Are you her boyfriend?"

Bucky is standing so close to you that you can see his muscles tense, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around him from behind.

"Yes," you interrupt as Bucky lifts his arm over you and then around you so that you're tucked by his side. "He is my boyfriend."

You look up with a loving smile, trying to play the part when you find Bucky's steel-blue eyes gazing back at you.

He licks his lips, teeth dragging over his bottom lip, you swear so slowly before he smirks and looks back at Brock.

"So," Bucky keeps smiling, "fuck off."

"You could've just said you had a boyfriend," Brock grumbles at you like it's your fault somehow.

"My girlfriend doesn't have to say anything. Do you need to be taken back to elementary school to understand what 'no' or 'I'm not interested' means?" Bucky cocks his brow, and Brock sneers at him.

He looks like he wants to cause a scene, but Bucky is a well-known guy around campus, even if he's not in a fraternity house. Brock knows nothing good would come from starting a fight with Bucky, and he's already on thin ice with Harry.

And Bucky knows that.

So, he turns to you with a smile.

"C'mon, doll, let's get out of here."

As you get ready to leave, Bucky turns to Brock once more with a steely look on his face.

"Stay the fuck away from my girl."

Bucky actually leads you out of the party, saying a brief goodbye to Harry and Mary Jane, who wiggles her brows at you, and you're so grateful to have left.

The two of you walk silently but slowly back to the apartment, and you've got your arms wrapped around your midsection.

You cough, bringing Bucky's attention to you as you come to a stop under the streetlight.

"Thanks," you say a little awkwardly, "for you know, playing along."

Bucky smiles lightly.

"If those are the kind of guys on your roster, I think you should expand your horizons a little."

"Not all of us can have a guy like you on our list, but I'll take that under advisement."

You laugh, trying to play it off as a joke because even though it was all just pretend for a moment, being pressed up against Bucky as his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as it did.

"You can add me to your roster."

The words were said so smoothly you had almost missed it. You turn your head to Bucky, who's standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"What?" You say unsurely, convinced you might've heard him wrong.

"I told you I was waiting for the right girl," Bucky smiles, "I'm waiting for you, doll."

You feel an explosion of butterflies in your stomach, cheeks heating up as you process Bucky's words.

Every meeting you've had with Bucky is a series of unfortunate events.

And perhaps between every moment, while waiting for the right guy to come along, it only took waking up in his arms to realize maybe he was there all along.

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 5

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1601

Warnings: Pregnancy

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 5: Farewell to Our Old Life

It was kind of strange how little there was to organize for us regarding our move. There was packing, but we couldn’t exactly hire a moving truck so it needed to fit in bags that we could carry or it had to stay behind. That was difficult. We had had a long time to collect a lot of things we considered precious to us. The glass artwork that Thor and I had inadvertently made on our honeymoon was the thing I wished we could bring the most. It would stay in the fountain in the entry and hopefully, we’d come back sometimes and see it.

Thankfully, most of our things were fairly portable. We also wouldn’t need a lot of clothes because Asgard would provide things more fitting for the palace, and it’s not like we would need any furniture. Mostly it was just personal effects and tech that Tony wanted to use there.

Other than that it was just letting the doctors know I was leaving, pulling Marya out of school, and organizing the party.

It was still leaning on the stressful side though - especially considering we were still waiting to hear what the rest of the kids were going to do.

Even though Rose and Paul had appeared closest to deciding to come, it was Billy and Teddy who came back to us first with a yes. They had also said they wanted to do a bonding ceremony when we were there, which added another level of excitement and another level of stress.

Rose and Paul came next. They said that they would try it out and see. The concern about their children’s lifespan was a big issue for them, but Paul also said he’d be crazy to give up at least trying to live on Asgard as actual royalty.

As expected it was Eddie who took the longest to decide. He really did love his job, and I think even with his talk about having children, he, Lyra, and Rory were still right into the rich, young party lifestyle. He was worried about what they’d lose going to Asgard, rather than focusing on the things he might gain.

No one pressured him though. Any questions the three had were answered as honestly as we could and if we didn’t know we’d send word back to Asgard and Loki would come and give the answers they were looking for if at all possible. Eventually, he decided that he’d give it six months for us to settle and make sure things with Stark Industries and the Avengers was transitioning smoothly given our sudden departure, and then he and his family would join us there to try it out. He mentioned maybe doing six months on each planet or returning to Earth for a month or two every year, but we were all just glad he was willing to try it out, and his delayed departure from Earth was a good idea. He even promised to come and visit when his new siblings were born.

When our goodbye party began, the whole family was excited for this new chapter in our lives and sad to say goodbye to the last.

Many of our friends were elderly or had passed on, so the party was going to be a mixture of different people. Clarke was still around, though Jax had passed a few years ago. We’d lost Rhodey and Fury, though Hill was still running the day-to-day operations of the Avengers, even in her old age, and Coulson had retired after years as successfully being director of SHIELD. Vision was the same as ever, and people often came to him for direction when it came to the Avengers. Carol also hadn’t changed though she still spent more time in space than on Earth. A lot of the people we had met that had seemed so young when we met them, were all not officially middle-aged. Even Peter Parker who was only fifteen when I met him was now pushing fifty and had a wife and daughter of his own.

They would all be at the party, including a lot of the new Avengers lineup. Most of whom were much heavier hitters than any of us, even when we were wielding Mjolnir. It was definitely going to be sad to say goodbye.

“It’s going to be okay, you know?” Wanda said, snapping me out of my mini-trance as she ran a brush methodically through my hair.

“No, I know,” I said, tilting my head back.

“Then tell your brain that,” she teased.

I giggled and leaned up and pecked her lips. “I’m sorry. I would if I could. Just hormones I guess. Feeling stressed.”

“Well, stop it,” she scolded playfully. “It’s bad for the babies.”

She began to braid my hair and I hummed as her fingertips grazed over my scalp. “Imagine it though, Elly,” Wanda said. “All the kids nearby - the new babies.”

“You’re a baby-oholic,” I said, laughing softly.

“It’s true,” she says. “I am.”

She ran a hand around my side and pressed it on my stomach. “I can’t wait to meet them,” she said. “They already have such busy thoughts.”

I looked up at her and I’m not sure whether it was the look of pure and complete love in her eyes or the way the light caught in her hair, but I was struck by how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I love you too,” she said and picked up a strand of silver wire with black opal and threaded it into my hair. “All done.”

I stood carefully and straightened out the skirts on my blue lace cocktail dress. “How do I look?” I asked.

“Perfect as always,” she said. “Let's go say goodbye to our friends.”

We made our way down to the party deck where the party was only just starting up. Bruce, Steve, and Clint were all already there, but there was no sign of Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Thor, or Bucky.

Some of our kids were there and their kids all played out in the garden atrium that was built on the protruding wing of the tower and the party deck opened out into. I greeted everyone and as I made my way around the room more people arrived.

Clarke came over and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and smiled, hugging her tightly. She had aged well, not as well as I had obviously, but while her face was lined and she was a little frailer looking, she had kept in good shape and she continued to color her hair. It would be easy to think she was in her early fifties rather than her mid-seventies. Her eyes were what gave it away. What had once been vivid violet had faded to pale lavender and were slightly cloudy. They were heavily lined at the corners, the years having carved deep crevices to mark each time she was happy or sad or angry or worried. It was still my Clarke though and I was going to miss her.

“I can’t believe you’re not going to be here when these two are born,” she said, indicating to my stomach as we pulled apart. She was one of the select group of people I would be totally fine with touching my stomach unasked - but she never assumed. “Where am I going to get my baby kisses from?”

I laughed and shook my head. “I guess you’ll have to visit me on Asgard.”

“You can do that?” She asked.

“I mean… I’m the Queen. I think I can pull some strings,” I teased.

She laughed. “God, thinking of you as a Queen is such a trip.”

“Hey Auntie Clarke,” Billy said, appearing behind us. “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Clarke hugged him and looked around. “It’s been too long. Where are those kids of yours.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to them,” he looked over at me and narrowed his eyes. “You go sit down, mom. You know you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“I am taking it easy,” I argued, holding up my hands. “I’m just standing here.”

“Go on,” he said. “Don’t make me page Dad Tony.”

“Heaven forbid,” I laughed and he wrinkled his nose at me and led Clarke out to the atrium. I got myself a little plate of appetizers and a glass of punch and went and took a seat.

It wasn’t long until the whole room was teeming with people. The Avengers had gotten to be a rather large collection of people since the original six had been reluctantly dragged together all those years ago. Having so many of the people who meant so much to all of us here at the same time couldn’t help but make me think about how I’d first joined this group that would one day be my family.

All those years ago I had been a traumatized woman in her mid-twenties, just trying to get by. I didn’t have many good friends, because it took a lot for me to trust people. It took a superhero to get through and with her, so many other people flooded in after. I was so grateful to them, and so in love with each of them to this day. It would be hard letting this life of ours go, but it was inevitable. I still had my 9 chosen people though, and I always would. I was glad to be taking this next step with them at my side.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Bucky Barnes’ adoptive child

Bucky Barnes x child!reader

warnings: knife

a/n:

prompt: @multifandomlover121: “i adored your natasha romanoff’s child headcanons! could you do one with bucky barnes and him adopting a child? thank you!!”

bucky saw someone in need and wanted to help them

that someone was you

he would have wanted someone to do the same for him

“are you okay, kid?”

“i’m fine...”

“are you sure?”

“...no”

you kinda started crying and ran off

but that wasnt the last time he had seen you

the more he’d run into you, the more he’d check on you, offer you food/water/shelter

“i really don’t mind, it’s the least i could do”

“are you sure?”

“i am”

you began to trust bucky more as time went on, he really was helpinh you out of the kindness of his heart

and buck became more protective of you, of course

soon enough he saw you as his child and you saw him as your father, neither of you had had a bond like that before

“i’m going to the market, do you want anything?”

“uh, peaches?”

“got it, be back in a while, don’t answer the door for anyone”

“got it, pa”

that was the first time you called him “pa” and he shut the door behind him and stood there in SHOCK he was so ???!!!!

you asked him about his life, and at first he didn’t want to tell you much

“pleaseee? it all seems so interesting”

“well, i don’t remember it much. and everything i do remember isn’t very great”

“is that why you’re lying low?”

“yeah...that’s one of them”

“can you tell my how you got your metal arm?”

you tried not to pry but you were disappointed that he wouldn’t open up to you

he knew just about everything about the short past you had, all the highs and lows of your messy childhood before he met you

bucky lived in a one bedroom apartment, so he gave you the bedroom and slept on the couch

honestly you guys led your lives mainly inside the apartment just to stay safe

and filling the day was a bit difficult, but you managed

“can i watch tv?”

“after the news”

“you said that twenty minutes ago”

“well, it’s not over yet. just watch it with me”

“can i pleaaaase watch tv?”

that “pleaaaase” always makes him cave

you two also baked together! it calms his nerves

especially when he can smell cookies/brownies/cake/etc baking in the oven, it’s his favorite

“are you sure we’re making these right, y/n?”

“no, i am not.”

helping him clean his arm sometimes

he couldn’t get in the crevices

one day you were watching tv and it said that bucky was wanted for a bombing, which couldnt be true because that was in vienna and you were far from there

“so that’s what you didn’t want to tell me? you’re a...”

“a terrorist? an assassin? an 100 year old man? i...i wish i wasn’t, but i had no choice. i can’t remember everything that happened to me, but i don’t want to. this new life is good for me and you. and i promise i would never do anything to hurt you”

“i know, pa, i trust you more than anyone else on earth. but...what does this mean for us now? the whole world is looking for you”

“nothing, they wont find us here. i’m going to the market for plums, though. keep the door and windows locked”

“yes sir”

“love you, kid”

“love you, pa”

and the next thing you know the door has been opened and you do not know what to do so you hide because that’s the plan you and bucky came up with just in case and next thing you know there’s sounds of fighting, things breaking, yelling

it’s time to come out

“pa? pa, where are you?”

“y/n, get down!”

“bucky, who is that?” -cap

“my kid”

steve immediately: ????¿???

ur WHAT

anywhooo you ended up running with them and not able to keep up bc they were kinda enhanced 100 year old men and you were baby

so the falcon, the REAL DEAL MAN RIGHT THERE had to give you a helping hand

“you doing alright, kid?”

“to be honest, i’ve never flown before”

✨getting arrested with pa and the crew✨

you sat next to steve rogers

“so, you’re bucky’s...child?”

“he took me in a while ago, we were both in a dark place”

“has he told you about his past?”

“i ask but he cant remember most of it, and what he does remember, he’s too ashamed to say. he just recently told me he used to be an assassin...and he’s and eldery man”

“hey, whatever happens to buck—your dad, i just want to let you know that i’ll be here for you, okay? he was my best friend growing up, i owe it to him”

it’s a feat to be a minor caught by the CIA but look at you go

you had to explain how you and bucky became family, which they were not buying even though every word was true

releasing you to steve bc he had some pull

oh yeah bucky kinda sorta went feral and you insisted you’d be able to calm him down but it doesn’t exactly work that way

“pa! i’m right here, it’s me! please, stop it!”

“y/n, you need to get out of here, it’s not safe!”

“i can’t leave him like this!”

escaping the CIA and waiting for your dad to wake up, this is where he regained his full memory

once he was free of the debris, he gave you a big hug and apologized with tears in his eyes (why the fuck am i rhyming)

“i’m sorry if i scared you, dragă”

“i couldn’t ever be scared of you”

steve was so happy that bucky was happy dhshshshhshs

being pushed in the backseat with pa

sharing your granola bar

since bucky remembered some good thinsg about his past, he thought it may be time to share!

“yeah, so me and steve were best friends, right? steve always picked fights with every bully he met, despite being less than half the weight he is now. i always had to swoop in and save the day”

“i can’t believe you were born in 1917. my father is a world war two veteran”

“how impressive” -sam, also a war vet

honestly they didn’t expect THAT much resistance at the airport but everyone knew you were off limits

excellent spiderman who webbed your hand to a car

luckily, your dad had taught you a thing or two and you got to hacking through these webs with your pocket knife

it took forever

but you finally escaped with your dad and who you’d soon call ‘uncle steve’

black widow nearly stopped you, you were very afraid :)

bucky made u stay in the jet “for your own safety”

“we don’t know what to expect in there, y/n. the last thing i want for you is to get hurt. i should have never dragged you into this”

steve casually talking to bucky about you being unofficially adopted by him

“so, you’re a dad?”

“that i am”

“what’s it like?”

“it’s like...finding a reason to get up every day. and a decent amount of compromise”

“sounds exciting”

“you have no idea”

finally being retrieved from the jet to see your dad with one arm

trippin out

but he told you it was alright

t’challa, new king of wakanda who was trying to end bucky’s life just a few hours ago had apologized and offered you sanctuary in his country

he SPECIFICALLY apologized to you, saying that it was unfair to you by trying to hurt your father because the pain of losing one is unbearable in his eyes

getting some much needed peace (not really bc you wanted to train with wakandan warriors)

and it paid off since you all had to fight off a hoard of aliens

“you think you can handle this, y/n?”

“oh yeah”

you definitely could not handle your dad turning to dust :)

:))))))

“y/n? steve?”

no nope no

steve had to take care of you on bucky’s five year hiatus from life (oh my god im sorry)

not a day went by that you didn’t think of him

it kinda sucked bc you didn’t have any pictures together or anything, only pictures from the 1940’s that steve pulled out every once in a while

“doing okay, y/n?”

“not really”

“do you want to come and watch a movie with me or something? im still not completely caught up on everything i missed”

after five years, there was a breakthrough and it was finally time to get your dad back

but he probably wouldn’t recognize you...you’ll find out soon enough

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Bucky Barnes x Reader-The Lost King(Royal AU)

A/n: This is my second entry for @girl-next-door-writes bingo writing challenge (this is probably one of the longest fics I’ve written) I hope you all enjoy it!!

Streams of sunlight began to flood into the room, the brightness of the light causing Y/n to stir in her sleep as her eyes fluttered open. Normally, she’d marvel at what a beautiful morning it was but today was different. Today, she couldn’t help but feel the dull ache in her heart as she turned to see Bucky sleeping peacefully beside her. Lightly she caressed his face, careful not to disturb what was bound to be the last peaceful sleep he’d have for a while. She tried to push the fear and worry that filled her head but in truth she was terrified, the war between their country and King Schmidts had grown fiercer and bloodier over the past few days. Bucky, wanted to show a display of hope and strength to our people and was going to ride out to the battle with a large number of soldiers in just a small number of hours. Of course Y/n supported his decision, she knew it would give their people hope, hope which so desperately needed to be shown in these dark times but she knew what Kinf Schmidt and his men were like from the reports she’d read and the gossip that swam round the castle; these people were cut throat,ruthless and bloodthirtsy. She knew Bucky was a talented fighter, there was no denying that but still the fear that he may not return from this battle seemed to be permanently ingrained in her mind.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered drowsily, dragging Y/n from her thoughts.

“Morning,” Y/n whispered before lightly pressing her lips to his. The kiss was soft but yet it seemed to convey all the emotions Y/n didn’t trust herself to say, maybe it was because Bucky knew her so well or maybe it was because he felt a familiar feeling of dread himself. He knew what he was doing was risky but it needed to be done.

“I know, sweetheart, I know” Bucky cooed once they pulled away from the kiss, instantly seeing the sadness in her eyes. He knew that there were no words that would ease the worry from her mind so he did the only thing that he could do. He held her. He pulled her into his embrace, his hands lightly roaming over her body, not in a sexual way but in a soothing one. The pair of them stayed like that, wrapped up in each other's arms, silently comforting each other, right up until there was a dull knock at the door. Both of them wanted nothing more than to just stay in that moment but they couldn’t. It was time and they both knew it.

“Promise me you’ll come back to me,” the pain in Y/n's voice was enough to make his heartbreak.

“I’ll always come back to you, my love,” he soothed, holding her even closer than before.

“Always,” he repeated like a mantra, placing a final kiss on her lips.

“I love you”

“I love you too,” she replied back with tears in her eyes, coldness washing over her body as he pulled away from the embrace, vanishing behind the door to make his way down to the armoury.

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Y/n stood leaning against the stone railing of balcony, her gaze locked onto the horizon which she had watched the love of her life disappear into. It had been six months since she said her final farewell to the man she loved and she had been out here everyday since, no matter the weather.She remembered watching him the day he left, she had stood in this very spot, fear and anxiety plaguing her thoughts. She recalled the way the sun had glinted of his pristine armour, of the way he spoke and inspired his men, lifting their spirits from the back of his noble steed as the animal trotted along the lines.He had stopped in front, looking over the men following him as his horse pawed restlessly at the ground. His short hair was neat, every strand styled in place the way he liked, and despite the distance she remembered the spark in his eyes and the familiar smirk upon his face as the battalion of men cheered for him, ready and willing to follow their king into battle.

He had waved to her, blew a kiss in her direction before setting off. She had stood in place for what felt like hours, watching his figure grow smaller and smaller until he vanished out of sight altogether.

His goal and wish was for his actions to reignite hope amongst their people, and for a time it had. But it only lasted so long, they say no news is good news, but for most the disappearance of their king and his gallant men had only increased their desperation and despair, one in particular.

“Your Majesty,” as though on que the recent bane of her existence made himself known. Sighing, Y/N turns her head towards the voice she and come to loath.

“Lord Stark, can I help you with something?” She inquired with a curt tone, already knowing what he was here to discuss with her. She had been avoiding him for this very reason, and it seems he had clicked onto her intentions. She was in no mood for this.

She hears him sigh in response, as he, her royal advisor comes to stand a few feet behind her, “You know why I’m here your majesty. We didn’t get the chance to finish our discussion.”

“On the contrary Lord Stark, I believe we have, on multiple occasions now. What you mean to say is that you’re unsatisfied with my answer and wish for me to reconsider my decision.” she corrected sternly, trying her hardest to maintain her composure

“I meant no disrespect my lady, I’m just saying it would be wise to-“

“To what? To marry again?”Y/N cuts him off before he can finish

“We’ve been over this Your Majesty, marrying again would protect you and it may even form a new alliance,” His words and tone felt like a dagger in her heart, how many times had they discussed this. Y/N curses herself at the feeling of tears building up, fighting to keep them in as she looks to the sky and takes a deep breath, calming herself. He was out there still, he had to be, why was it so hard for others to have faith in him.

“You’re talking as if he’s dead,”

“I cannot even begin to understand how hard this is for you-“

Pity, his tone reeked of it, if she turned to him now she knew she’d see it plain as day upon his face. He spoke to her as though she were a child, one that needed coddling and protecting. She knew the kingdom needed a king, they needed security and an heir and she had been doing her best. For him above all else. He had done so much for her, he had given her his life and his heart and in turn she had done the same and she refused to give up on him now.

“He’s not dead, he’s out there somewhere.” Lord Stark merely sighed in response to her again, though this time there was an irritated tone to it. She could tell her stubbornness was annoying him, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, he had pushed her past that months ago.

“I understand your need for hope.”

She couldn’t help but let a humourless laugh slip past her lips as she turned to look at her advisor. Head high and shoulders back, she knew he would see the redness in her eyes, but above all else she wanted him to see her determination and strength. Approaching him, she mutters, “Hope which you should share for your king.” Not giving him a chance to say anything else, Y/N walks towards the doors to the balcony, hope lost was as good as admitting defeat, in accepting that that which you have faith in no longer invokes to inspire you. Bucky deserves more than that.,”

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Lord Rogers, much like Y/n refused to believe that the king was dead.. Regret and guilt tended to fill his mind when he would search him, he hated that he didn’t go with him to the battle. Ever since they were boys, the two of them would always be there for each other, protecting each other from foes. As a young boy, Steve didn’t have the best life, but Bucky was always there to defend him and no one would dare harm a prince, those that dared to try normally ended up flat on their arse. When Bucky inherited the throne he gave Steve a title, land and with that came some long overdue respect. But inheriting the throne led to Bucky having to face harsher foes than just the local bullies and of course through every battle Steve was there, protecting his friend the same way Bucky had protected him for all those years before. This time it was different though, Bucky insisted that Steve stayed at the castle to keep an eye on Y/n, to protect her if anything happened to him in the battle. It worried him but he also understood Buckys reasoning so didn’t try to fight him on the matter.Steve spent days at a time searching the surrounding forests and mountains for any sign of the king's survival, only returning to the castle to check on the Queen, knowing she, like him, was struggling. But hers was for a different reason, he knew she was being pressured by her royal advisor, Lord Stark to re-marry and it pained Steve to admit it but Lord Stark had a point, their country was vulnerable without a king, Y/n was an excellent queen, there was no denying that but men from other lands failed to show her the respect she deserved without a king next to her. Steve knew Bucky was alive, he knew in his heart that he was alive,they were like brothers and he Steve was determined to find him.

Steve was riding through the woods on the border of the land, it was an area he hadn’t been to since the king first went missing. In the distance Steve saw another man on horseback, instantly his guard was up, prepared for the possibility of an attack. A few seconds passed and the figure started to become clearer but the man fell off his horse before Steve could make out any detail or features of the man. Steve dismounted his horse almost instantly and made his way over cautiously toward the man. As he got closer to the figure he noticed the all time familiar features of his best friend; his hair looked long and matter, his clothes were torn and he was covered in blood. Worry flooded over Steve’s face as he knelt down next to Bucky, letting out a small sigh of relief when he realised the blood wasn’t Buckys. Carefully he picked up the king's unconscious body and placed it on his own horse before bolting back to the castle.

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A frustrated sigh left Y/ns lips as she entered her bedroom. She’d spent most of the day trying to calm the Lords who were getting more agitated by the day as well as dealing with the constant hints Lord Stark was making about finding a new suitor. She hated this. She hated being like this, passed around like she was a piece of meat to any king that would help the country. She knew in both her head and her heart that she would never remarry, if Bucky wasn’t found then she would rule the country alone like she had been doing with the hope that sooner or later the Lords would respect her the way they did Bucky. She all but collapsed on the bed she once shared with Bucky, her eyes slowly drifted shut as she got lost in the memories of her and Bucky.

Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard someone burst through the door, to her relief though it was only Steve. However his boldness was something that caught her attention, normally Steve was such a gentleman and would always wait to be summoned into the room.

“Steve? Are you okay?” She asked, confusion racing through her brain as her eyes scanned over Steve, searching for answers.

“I found him,” those words were enough to have Y/n darting out of her bed and grabbing her robe before following Steve to the infirmary, a mixture of anxiety and relief filling her her thoughts.

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When she first saw him in his bloodstained clothes, she instantly thought the worst. She thought he was dead. But when she saw his chest slowly rising and falling she felt relief wash over her. He was alive. All of those months of waiting for him and he was here. He was really here, back with her. Hours passed and Y/n was still sat by Bucky's side, not wanting to leave his side ever again, she never wanted to let him go ever again. A few more hours passed before Bucky's blue eyes slowly fluttered open. Shock and terror filled his eyes when he first opened them, until he saw Y/n's face, as soon as he saw her face he felt all of the pain and terror fade away. He slowly raised his hand to her face, trying to work out if he’d wandered into a dream, but this felt more real than any dream he’d had in the months that’d passed.

“You’re safe, you’re home,” Y/n cooed, stroking some of the stray strands of hair away from his face. Her voice was soft and sweet just like he remembered it and at her touch he felt like he was being brought back to life, like all the terrors of the past six months hadn’t happened.

“You came back to me,” she soothed, caressing his face as she lightly placed her forehead against his.

“Of course I did,” Bucky whispered, moving his head slightly to press a kiss onto her palm, “I had a promise to keep.”

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𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌!𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖝 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖀

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: When the Queen falls sick and passes away, King Bucky must marry another, preferably the princess of an alliance kingdom nearby, in order to keep peace and order among the lands. However she is the most god awful human being anyone has ever met. Her guard however well she was definitely not what the king expected.

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: nothing (part two)

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“Psst!” you turned around in search of the voice.

“Psst! Y/n!”

“Wanda?”

Wanda was the town witch. She lives right behind the kingdom’s castle in the woods and often visits you when she gets bored.

“Hey I’m waiting for shit to do it’s thing and I remembered the pretty king was supposed to come today,” she said winking.

“Indeed. He and his colleagues are having breakfast right now.”

“And you’re out here because?”

“The Queen and Charlotte joined them.”

“Oh, ew.”

“I’m rather fond of the Queen, she’s like my mother,” you said.

“I was talking about Charlotte. Anyway, have you seen him?”

“Of course. I was the first to greet them.”

“What does he look like? Is he old and ugly looking for fresh meat?”

“No, actually quite young to be a King in my opinion.”

“Is he handsome?” she quirked.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to say.” you avoided. There was no way that you were going to tell Wanda about how incredibly jealous you may be of Charlotte. She gets the chance to possibly marry one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. How you kept composure when you first saw him will forever remain a mystery.

“So he is handsome,” Wanda interrupted.

“Pardon?”

“You know I can read minds.”

“Right.”

“So tell me how did you keep your composure? Also I must meet him now that he’s got your panties in a bunch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered over a man. Not since-”

“I’m not flustered! And yes, he is quite handsome but he’s here for Charlotte.”

“So you have zero chance?”

“Not that I want one but yes.”

“That sucks.”

“Excuse me,” King James startled you both.

“Your majesty,” you both said bowing.

“Do you know where I could find the king’s advisor? Bruce, I believe.”

“Ah yes. I can show you the way if you’d like?” you responded.

“Yes please. But allow me to find my own advisor before we head over.”

“That’s alrig-”

“James. I apologize for my tardiness,” a man with blonde hair said approaching you guys.

“Y/n, this is my advisor, Vision. Vision, this is the king’s lead knight.”

“Hello. And hello there,” he looked behind you where Wanda was hiding quite poorly if you do say so.

“Wanda it’s alright. I’ll be back.”

“He’s cute. I like him,” you heard her say in your head. You had to stifle a chuckle but proceeded to lead the men to Doctor Bruce Banner, the king’s advisor and doctor of the castle.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Bruce. I’ve brought our guests King James Barnes and his accomplice advisor Vision.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Vision.”

You watched the men interact and felt yourself becoming a bother to them so you slipped out quietly and went ahead to look for Charlotte. Bucky, clueless to what the men began talking about, also slipped out the room following close behind you.

“Miss,” Bucky called for you.

“Yes? Is there anything you need? I was just about to fetch Charlotte for you to meet.”

“Oh that’s wonderful hope you don’t mind if I tag along. I have no idea where I am,” he laughed. God, his laugh was beautiful. Smooth like butter.

“No need to fret. So tell me about yourself.”

“Well, my parents died young so I’ve been King for quite too long now.”

“I’m sorry about your parents.”

“It’s alright. They were quite sick, nothing could’ve saved them. I had married Elizabeth but she too grew sick and passed away not long ago. My people demanded a queen so when your king had offered his youngest daughter I figured I’d come for the sake of my people.”

“You’ll like her,” you hesitated. Charlotte was pretty awful.

“Really?” He sounded skeptical.

“I will not speak ill of the king’s daughter. It is my job to protect her,” you hesitated.

“So no?”

“No.” you gave in.

Charlotte was in her room with Bucky’s friend Natasha completely talking her ear off. When you and Bucky arrived her eyes grew wide and she sighed in relief that she doesn’t have to talk to her anymore.

“I have to go,” Natasha said to Charlotte.

“But-”

“Charlotte, the king is here for you,” you announced.

“HI!” she shouted, startling everyone in the room.

“Good fucking luck,” Natasha whispered to Bucky.

“Come let’s go,” she grabbed your arm and dragged you away.

You nodded to Charlotte and closed the doors. You stepped to the side to guard the door when Natasha had halted turning back to you.

“What are you doing?” she asked you.

“I’m guarding the princess’s room. There is an unknown man in her room and I must be here to make sure she’s safe.”

“Bucky isn’t gonna hurt her.”

“You never know.”

“Well, I want to chat with you. I like you. Wasn’t expecting a woman to be a lead knight. You should meet with Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers. They’re Bucky’s most noble knights and I think you’d like them.”

“And if the princess is harmed?”

“Have another guard protect her.”

You were contemplating because meeting with the other knights did seem more appealing than standing in front of the princess’s room all day. Thor, one of your more admirable friends within the army, also the king’s personal guard, was walking down the corridor, probably keeping watch for there were many unknown guests in the castle.

“Thor!” you shouted, bringing attention to you and Natasha.

“Good evening, dame.”

“Would you be able to guard the princess’s room while I speak with King James’s knights.”

“Of course.”

You bowed your head and walked with Natasha back to the dining hall where the men.

“Boys, I brought her.”

The men’s eyes grew wide as they walked toward you to greet you with enthusiasm.

“Good afternoon. I’m Sir Steven Grant Rogers and this is Sir Sam Wilson. We are noble knights and loyal friends of King James Barnes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you as to you, I’m Dame Y/n L/n; though I’m sure you knew.”

“We truly admire your bravery and skill as a knight and especially as a woman. It’s rare to see someone like you excel in power the way you do,” Sam said.

“Why is it so hard for men to believe that women can be and are strong and brave like men,” Natasha nudged your arm.

“Couldn’t tell you,” you joked.

“Y/n, I have a young knight back home that I believe would deeply appreciate your intel and advice on fighting and chivalry. Would you ever be interested in teaching the lad? Assuming this marriage goes well,” Steve asked you.

“Well, even if not I don’t see why we can’t keep an alliance. I would love to,” you responded.

“How did you become a knight?” Natasha asked you.

“Well, I was born to thieves and they were captured by the king. They were cowards however and took cyanide instead of pleading a case. I was eight at the time. The queen found me and practically took me in as her own. I wasn’t too fond of the pretty dresses and crowns. The queen had me learn to fight and now here we are. I’ve been a lead knight for years now. Until the last battle against the rebels but we hadn’t needed the army since then so now the king has me as his youngest daughter's personal guard.”

“What happened at the battle?” Natasha asked.

“I wouldn’t rather talk about that,” you whispered shyly. It was a horrible day for you and your men. You won but not without lots of bloodshed and loss.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s alright.”

“Y/n!” the king called for you.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Show our guests to their rooms and make sure everything is in order for the celebration in a few weeks.”

“Of course.”

You led them to their rooms and little did you know Bucky had listened to almost everything you had to say to his friends. He had to step away from Charlotte as she was simply speaking ill of the kingdom’s chefs and maids and you at some point. She also talked extremely high of herself, too high.

Unlucky for her, he was beginning to grow more fond of you than the girl that wouldn’t stop talking about herself moments ago.

The celebration he and many kings had been invited to was only a few weeks away. And Bucky and his friends would be staying with the king until then. He was determined to get to know you in every way possible. He hoped that you would let him, until then he was going to have to pretend to be interested in the brat that was the king’s daughter.

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Football is a game, Love is like a battlefield

Romanogers Week

Prompt: Enemy to lovers

Natasha Romanoff is a football player of Russian descent. Red-haired with a dreadlock style, she likes to wear piercing on her nose and hates makeup. She likes to change the color of her hair, sometimes braided or even short hair exactly like a man. She is very fierce and does not care about negative comments on her Instagram page. As a famous female soccer star, she is often the victim of attacks by male soccer fans. They said she shouldn't play football, it's better to stay in the kitchen. Just because she’s a women’s soccer player. Natasha is often involved in anti-social media bullying campaigns.

Natasha is now at the peak of her career. She has joined the big London -born club Chelsea Woman`s FC with the highest transfer value in the market. Has won the Women's English Premier League. Won the European Cup with her country Russia. She is a midfielder who is the team captain for her club and country. Natasha has just been awarded European Player of the Year. Natasha is a person known for her assertive leader character and violent style of play. However, Natasha's life changed forever when she met her future husband.

Steve Rogers had a bad boy image. Even so, he became a young girl’s craze pretending to know about football. Because he is a tall, lean body, six-pack, white skin, blonde hair. Every time he played football, the girls would scream like they were hysteria. Steve has of course been dating a bunch of beautiful women from models to a famous actresses.

Like Natasha, Steve is also a world-famous football player. He represents Chelsea FC, has won the Premier League title three times. Won the Champions League with Chelsea with him as the top scorer. Steve also represented his country USA at the World Cup. He is the captain of his club and country team. Steve is a striker who is known for his fast running style and energy as strong as a bodybuilder. Steve has won World Player of the Year twice.

Because they play at the same club. The two finally met on the training ground. The training fields for male and female players are only separated by a fence. Since the two of them have opposite characters of course disaster is about to happen.

It all started just because of a ball. Steve was challenged by his teammates for a crossbar challenge he kicked too hard accidentally falling into the women’s training field area. The ball, unfortunately, hit right on Natasha's head. Natasha's face flushed with anger. She then shouted and ask who kicked the ball earlier. Natasha took the ball, she knew the ball did not belong to the women’s team. Natasha went across the fence to the men's field area and kicked the ball hard against the body of one of the male players. He was not in pain but the player turned around.

“Who is the dumbass who kicked the ball? You better talk now! ” Natasha's voice was fierce.

"Eh, why are you shouting. Are you on your period? ” The blonde man laughed cynically.

Natasha was very angry, not that she didn't know who the player was. Steve Rogers aka football Hollywood star. But Natasha didn't care who he was.

“Are you too stupid? Don't know how to play football? Why do you kick the ball and hit people`s heads? You want my feet to reach your face? ” Natasha insisted on fighting even though she is too tiny and Steve was six feet tall.

Steve laughed when he heard this little woman scold him. He was not immediately intimidated by Natasha's threats. She was like a puppy that barked loudly but was too cute. This woman with dreadlock hair reminds him of rapper Snoop Dog.

“This is a football field, what do you expect? of course, the ball flying everywhere why are you so angry? If the ball hits your face that's a good sign. At least it can fix your face” Said Steve as his friends laughed as well.

Natasha's face grew red. Then she tries to elbow Steve's. Steve wants to fight back but his friends stop him. They said he only looked like a coward if he hit a woman. Steve assured his teammates he would not use the physical.

"You are too rude. Do you think you're good-looking? I know guys like you, playboys, and sleep with a lot of women. But the fact is you are nothing. No one loves you. They are just riding on your success. ” Natasha stared sharply into Steve's eyes. That's when Steve slightly faded his ego. Because the green woman's eyes were so beautiful Steve admitted it. But he returned with his ego.

"I am not afraid of you. Your body is small. I can carry you and keep you in my pocket ”said Steve with a cynical smile.

"You start first. Why don't you just apologize? ” Natasha doesn't understand.

"If you are still not satisfied. What do you say we play a game? Whoever wins will have the right to ask the losers to do what they want. ” Steve wanted to challenge her.

"What game?" Natasha asked

“We play matches with five players per team like 5-A Side. We play on the East End outdoor field boys versus girls. What do you want to say? ” Steve is sure Natasha did not back down from a challenge.

“Well, we will meet tomorrow at 5 after training. But you have to do what I want. Don't begging when you lose later ”Natasha did not hesitate to agree. She wanted to teach this man a lesson.

"Fine, I will see you tomorrow Snoop Dog," Steve said while laughing at Natasha's reaction.

Natasha’s teammate asks her if she seriously wants to fight with the men’s team. Natasha is sure they can win.

"Nat, are you sure about fighting with male players. They are not ordinary players. They have just won the European League they are World-class players. Steve is a highly-skilled player. ” Her friend Yelena tries to change Nat's mind.

"Hey, don't be afraid, we are also the best team in Europe. Male and female players are the same. What matters is the strategy to win. We are equal with them. After all, Rogers needs to be taught a lesson. If his team loses he and his team must wear a drag queen costume. Imagine how funny that is. ”Natasha was convinced

"I think Steve is hot. How can you talk to him, if it happens to me I will be speechless ”said Yelena who is a Rogers fan

“Hey, don't you see that asshole? You didn't hear him call me Snoop Dog. ”Natasha cannot believe Yelena.

Yelena continued to laugh out loud. She admits it's very funny. Yet Steve spoke the right thing. Natasha is not good at dress up. Many times Yelena wants to do a makeover with Natasha. But she rejected it because she thought the way she dressed was not important because the performance is what matters.

“Really? You laughing. Well, his face is not bad. But on the condition that he cannot speak up. On his forehead he should be written Jerk, then people will stay away from him ”Natasha really hated Steve's sloppy mouth.

"Nat, you have to be careful because too much hate can lead to love" Yelena teased

"Hey you don't see us anymore we are the worst enemies from the past life"

The next day.

Natasha has selected five players including herself Maria, Wanda, Yelena, and Hope to represent her team. While Steve chooses Bucky, Sam, Scott, and Clint on his side.

"You call me Snoop Dog, I also have a bad name for you" Natasha and Steve meet in the middle of the field before the match starts

"What is it?" Steve stood with his hands on his hips

“Barbie Kent. If your team loses you have to wear a women’s dress to the training session. You will definitely lose ”Natasha said confidently

“Woww you are playing dirty now huh?. If your team loses you and your friends have to wash my car in a bikini ”Steve said with a smirk.

Natasha should teach this man a lesson.

Natasha’s team took the lead with a goal from Wanda. Steve initially wanted his friend’s not to play rough because they were girls. But after the goal, Steve told his teammates to use their full strength. After that, a lot of fouls ensued. Steve's team managed to score two goals from Steve`s. The match was not the most interesting but various incidents of fights between Steve and Natasha quarreling over various issues. Everyone was so depressed to see them both throwing hurtful words at each other. The sexual tension between them is very obvious. Before the end of the match, Natasha successfully scored an equalizer. She jumped for joy in front of Steve. Yet drama ensued when Natasha’s team asked the referee to consider a penalty when Bucky tackled Maria inside the box but was objected to by Steve. Eventually, they quarreled and everyone else was only able to see them quarrel. All the players have given up and just want to end the match. The result of the match ended in a draw. No one loses no one wins.

“Why don't you two go in the room and just make love? Seriously that's the solution to your problem, ”Scott told them

Their reactions were both disbelieving and showing disgusted faces thinking they were both going to have sex. Natasha definitely wants to vomit. Eventually, they returned to their respective homes feeling dissatisfied.

Then every day Natasha bumps into Steve. Because they practice in the same building. Somehow every day will definitely come across. Natasha wanted to avoid seeing Steve's arrogant face. They will meet before entering the training ground, in the club cafe, in the gym, in the parking lot, in the elevator. Wherever they will surely meet. Every time Steve would tease Natasha he deliberately wanted to make her mad. Call her Snoopy, and ask when she will release a new rap song and so on. Of course, Natasha hates Steve’s jokes. Natasha will also ask where he is partying with the barbies.

Steve's day was not complete if he didn't see the redhead's face every day. Natasha's face flushed when she was angry, her husky voice when she grunts, he loved hearing Natasha fight back when Steve teased her. She was a bit funny when angry, she was a little fierce but she looks cute when her face was red, she will bite her lips when she felt disgusted with the words Steve threw, it was a sexy lip for Steve. Also, her tiny size when trying to standing on her toes. Steve has met many pretty women, yet Natasha catches his eye. Natasha is not the same as other women. Honestly, Natasha is very beautiful but if she changes her appearance, surely many men will chase after her. Steve imagines she wearing a red dress with curly hair for sure he will be mesmerized. She is just as passionate about football as he is. Most of the girls he met were not interested in football. Steve searches all the information about Natasha on the internet and stalks her Instagram. His teammates knew Steve had lost his mind over the red-haired woman.

But the question is does Natasha want to accept him? And how does he get started? The woman must have hated him so much.

Then the football season is about to end, all the players will take a summer vacation. After that, they will join the national training camp in preparation for the World Cup. The Chelsea club hosted a Gala Night to award the club’s best players for the season. This season the club combines an awards ceremony for the men’s team and the women’s team.

When Natasha Romanoff’s name was announced as the Women`s Player of the 2021 season she took on the stage. Steve and all his teammates were speechless as she wore a sexy red gown. Her hair was styled in a curled and she ditched her piercing. She's the most beautiful woman Steve has ever seen. Steve starts to feel jealous because all the men are focused on her. Steve doesn't like other men looking at his women.

After Steve received the best player award for the third year he wanted to take his boots in the club boot`s storage room. But something unexpected happened Natasha was also there. Natasha thought Steve was going to make a nonsensical joke because of the dress she was wearing tonight. Natasha hates wearing it she was forced by Yelena. Yet Steve didn't say anything to her surprise.

“Why don`t you say something, like a bad joke? Yelena picks this dress ”Natasha expected a response from Steve.

“Why should I do that? Do you want me to fight with you until we are both old? ” Steve continued to pick up his boots on the top rack.

Natasha came to stand behind Steve. “What is wrong with you today? This is not you. ”Natasha knew something was wrong

“Do you know who I am? Do you really know me? ” Steve turned and stared into Natasha's eyes. Inside he wanted to drag the woman into his arms. Because she looks so pretty tonight. But he keeps his composure.

The question startled Natasha.

"I just don't understand why you like to fight with me. There are many more female players out there that you can choose to fight. ” Natasha still doesn't understand what Steve's intentions are.

“You really want to know the truth. Well, I'll tell you now. Because I love to see your angry face, I love to see your red face, your lips, your staring eyes, your sexy voice, your feet when trying to stand on your toes, your style before kicking the ball. You are really cute. I like you Natasha ”Steve approached Natasha closer

Natasha doesn't believe in Steve Rogers' words. Maybe he drank too much alcohol.

"Actually I love you, Natasha Romanoff. All I do is to get your attention. ” Steve said as he stared into Natasha's eyes.

Then Steve grabbed Natasha's chin and kissed her lips. Natasha froze and couldn't resist the man's kiss. Then she realized and pushed him away and ran out of the room.

When she returned home Natasha could not sleep. Her heart was pounding after being kissed by Steve Rogers. What the hell? Steve Rogers expressed his feelings to her. Natasha turned to the right and to the left trying to forget the man but in her heart, it was like in turmoil. She thought Steve hated her and she hated him too. Yet she turned out to be wrong and unable to resist his charmed. Kissed by Steve like she was struck by lightning.

The next day Natasha and Steve meet again on the training ground. Natasha looked at Steve from a distance and waited if the man wanted to taunt her or laugh at her. But he was so different he just kept quiet and even stole Natasha's gaze when he thought Natasha wasn't looking at him. And when Steve and Natasha meet in the hallway Steve stares at Natasha's face. Like Natasha is the only person who is on his mind every day. Steve and Natasha just stood nearby and stared at each other. Their teammates bump them who were staring into each other’s eyes. Wondering what really happened between the two of them.

A few weeks later Natasha and Steve flew to Qatar to compete in the World Cup. For the first time, the men’s team and the women’s team will compete at the same time. Natasha and Steve both focused on the biggest tournament of their careers. Natasha, who represented Russia, excelled in the competition. And her team managed to win the World Cup for the first time. But of course, attention is given to men's football. Steve Rogers stole the show by winning the golden boots award and Player of the tournament. Even though the USA only made it to the semi-finals, it was still an incredible achievement. Natasha watched the semi-finals matched in the stadium with the fans. Steve spotted the red-haired woman easily despite a hundred thousand people in the stadium. Natasha let her hair down and donned a USA jersey while cheering for his team.

Natasha then turned around to show the jersey she was wearing with Rogers' name on the back. Steve smiled when he saw that and she giving him a flying kiss.

After the match, Natasha and Steve met in the tunnel. Their teammates force them to acknowledge each other’s feelings.

"I also really like you, Steve Rogers. So are we going to date now? ”Natasha asked Steve.

"There are only two things in my mind that are football and you. You drive me crazy. Let`s date then ”Steve said while opening his both arms.

Natasha who is only five feet three tall looks cute jumping to hug Steve Rogers who is six feet tall.

"Even though I didn't win this match, but I won your heart," Steve said as he swings around Natasha on the air. Then they kissed in the tunnel of the football stadium. The kiss happened so passionately that they didn’t notice the photographer was taking a picture of them. The breaking news when the two big stars of world football are couple overshadow the story of the England team winning the World Cup.

A few years later Steve Rogers and Natasha were about to get married and it became the wedding of the year as the union of the two best football stars in the world had sparked a phenomenon. All the tabloid newspapers have already started figuring out how their child will be born later because he or she is will definitely a great football player because of the DNA of both their parents.

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i dreamt of you all sumer long;

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2,607

Warning: angst with a happy ending :)

Summary: based on the song ‘betty’ by taylor swift except bucky ain’t no cheater.

a/n: i dedicate this one to all my fellow swifties. betty was an instant favourite as soon as i first heard it when folklore came out. it has been begging for me to write a fanfic inspired by it and now it’s finally out and i’m really happy about it. hope you like it. please leave a comment & like :)

He stood on the doorstep of your house, with a bouquet of pink roses in his hands and a hood over his head. A little tipsy and full of sorry. “You can always turn around," the voice in his head whispered just a few minutes ago when he stopped at a streetlight illuminating his path to the street he had passed a million times before.

But now that he was standing in your front porch light of this cozy little house he had grown to know as if it was his second home before the avalanche this summer was, the feeling was finally sinking in.

“Have you seen Bucky?”

“No, I thought he was with you.”

“Well, he was but then Steve asked me to dance and he just… disappeared.”

“Maybe he went to the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I’ll just try to call him again. Thanks, Nat.”

You searched for him in the halls and within the classrooms but there was no sign of him. You knew that Bucky hated the crowds and he always tried to avoid them. But Bucky knew how much this dance meant to you and how long you had been looking forward to this night. You put on your best dress and makeup for him tonight and you wanted to sway to your favourite song with him. He promised that he would try to make this night an incredible one for you. He seemed to have forgotten that promise because he wasn’t even answering your calls or texts to let you know where he was hiding.

You went to the boys’ locker room and what you saw was a bullet right in the centre of your heart. Bucky had his lips on a classmate of yours’ with his back pressed against the locker.

“Bucky…?”

He drew this moment out in his head after weeks of yearning for the way your lips tasted when you used to kiss in his car and downtown bars. And the pattern of your braids that adorned the view of you under the sunset, and the star-shaped traces of his fingers around your scars.

The only thing he wanted to do was make it up to you.

Bucky was a deer caught in headlights when he heard your meek voice calling out his name. He was too stunned by the act she had just caught him off guard with. He was on his way to somewhere less congested to calm himself down because the crowds always evoked the anxiety in him and Steve had asked her to dance when her favourite song was playing from the far side of the gym when he heard the sound of cries from the locker room. He couldn’t help but approach the sound, he really should’ve kept walking instead of interfering. He saw her sitting on the bench in her dress with a tissue in her hand and sobbed.

“Hey, you okay?”

“James… What are you doing here?” She looked up with her swollen eyes.

“I was on my way to the library but I heard someone was crying so I had to check it out.” He scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I should’ve given you some space instead…”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, James.” She smiled. “Wanna sit?”

“…Yeah, sure.” He doubtfully accepted the offer. “What happened?”

“Kevin broke up with me over the phone while I was on my way to the dance and he came with Cecilia.”

“Jeez, what a dickhead.”

“Yeah, I knew he and Cecil had been fooling around behind my back for months but he always told me that I was being crazy and that I have to trust him more, and I always believed him until tonight he showed me what a jackass he actually is.”

“Hey, he doesn’t deserve you. You should be with someone who loves you and treats you better.” Bucky was never one to give good advice or comfort to his friends but his mama raised him to be a gentleman and to treat a girl like a queen. She always reminded him that if he ever broke a girl’s heart, she would beat his ass.

She smiled, “thanks, James. You’re really sweet.”

He nodded, “well, I should go. Y/N might be looking for me.”

“…Right, you are with Y/N.” For a moment there, she forgot that he and you were the school’s favourite couple.

“Yeah, so, you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He got up and started walking toward the exit when he heard her call his name. “James…”

He turned around to see her on her feet already when she threw herself into him and startled him by pressing her lips onto his and pushed him onto the locker as it rattled with the pressure of his body against it. He was too dumbfounded to get her off of him when he heard your voice, “Bucky…?”

He could hear the music emanating from within the house as another of his classmate passed by, bumping his shoulder to get through the entrance. Another one of your stupid friends, he used to say, and you used to chide at him for that. But now he felt like he was the biggest idiot. "You got this, don't be a fucking coward." He braced himself.

So he showed up uninvited and his eyes scanned every corner of the room, seeking for that one face that haunted his dreams all summer long. Will you have me? will you love me? Will you kiss me? The lingering questions loomed over his head like a heavy cloud. What if you told him to go fuck myself instead? If you kissed me, will it patch you broken wings? He was only seventeen, he didn’t know anything but he knew that he missed you.

You greeted each one of your friends who came to your birthday party. You were grateful for another year and your friends whom you consider your second family. You were the type of person who was friends with everyone even though you only considered Natasha as and Wanda as your best friends, your most trusted confidants, they were the ones who stitched you back together after you caught Bucky cheating… Or at least that’s what you thought.

So you invented the whole school to your party and almost everyone came. The jocks, the popular girls, the nerds, even some of your seniors were there too. Your house was packed with high school kids dancing, drinking and laughing… But there was something missing.

He should’ve been there with you. He should’ve been the one standing right beside you when your schoolmates were singing happy birthday to you. He should’ve been there to kiss you and hold you after the party was over and everyone had gone home. But he wasn’t. Because you thought you knew someone and you thought someone loved you but sometimes you’re just enough for them and they would go looking for excitement in somewhere else.

“Y/N! Wait a minute, would you listen to me?!”

“I’ve heard enough. Most importantly… I’ve seen enough.”

“No, you don’t understand, she kissed me! She was crying and, and, I was trying to comfort her and we talked and the next thing I knew she kissed me!” He frantically explained through his ragged breaths.

“But did you stop her?”

He was silent. What the hell was he supposed to say? He couldn’t stop her because he didn’t have it in him to reject a vulnerable woman? That’s how his mama raised him right? To treat every girl with respect and to take care of a girl especially when she’s emotional. Why is being seventeen so confusing?

“I was… I was trying to but-”

“I’ve heard enough of your bullshit, James.” Oh no, you called his first name. Oh man, he had truly fucked up.

“I- I would never cheat on you, y/n! You really think I could do such a thing to you?”

“Not anymore.” You glared at him with all conviction in your heart and your classmates gathered around to watch the quarrel as your heart was bisecting.

“Well, I guess then this is it.” He didn’t mean it. He wished he had fought a little harder for you. To make you stay and hearken. But he gave up too easily. He has always been a lover than a fighter after all, but how he wished he had turned himself into the other one at that moment.

You chatted with Natasha and Wanda in your living room and you giggled at another witty joke Natasha had just said. Natasha and Wanda always had a way of making you giggle even when your mood was contrasting the expressions on your face. The conversation faded into the background as your mind drifted to Bucky’s face. And that’s when you saw him…

Bucky’s breath hitched when he saw you for the first time after all these weeks. He swore he had prepared every word he was going to say to you and how he was going to act when- if You agreed to talk to him. But it was always easier said than done.

He couldn’t decipher the look on your face when your eyes met. Was it longing? Was it contempt? Was it disbelief? You were always difficult to read. God, he wished he was a mind reader sometimes.

Kids started murmuring things from one another because the entire school loved you and Bucky and everyone started talking when you two ended things and that he was caught ‘cheating.’ And now everyone’s jaws dropped when they thought you and Bucky were truly over and that he was the last person that would be invited to your party.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and if the earth could open up and swallow him so he wouldn’t have to deal with his annoying schoolmates and your fury, that wouldn’t be the worst scenario right now. But he was here and he might’ve had been a fool and a recreant once but he was going to fix it now. He can’t keep running away when things get the slightest bit inconvenient.

So he dragged his feet towards you with the bouquet of flowers still in his hands and once he was close enough to you, he sheepishly spoke, “hi.”

“You’ve got some balls to show up here.” You gritted through your teeth.

He gulped, “I wanted to talk… And to wish you, happy birthday.” He handed you the flowers and also a piece of his heart, hoping that you would take him back.

You accepted it. They were lovely but could a bouquet of flowers really mend the wounds he had inflicted? “What do you want, Bucky?”

“Just a few minutes to explain… everything. After this, if you never wanna see me or talk to me ever again, I’ll leave you alone.”

Was it really what you wanted? Curse your heart for always knowing better. But your stubborn head always had its hands on the wheel, so, forever can spare a minute… right? “Okay, let’s talk in the garden.”

Your garden, the place where you and Bucky used to make out when your parents weren’t home and laid under the broad daylight. Was it wise to lead him here? You shushed the whispers of your heart. Memories came swirling through like a hurricane, banging on your door, begging for you to open up and let him back in.

“Go ahead.”

“Okay, I’m just gonna make this quick but um…” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. Something he always did when he was nervous or didn’t know what to say. He looked down and spoke, “y/n, I am so sorry for what I did to you at the dance. I know I should’ve- God I should’ve stopped her and should’ve stayed with you. I should’ve kept my promise to try harder for you but I didn’t. And I know I’m a fucking idiot but… I’ve missed you. So badly. And I wish I could turn back the time and fixed it but all I can do now is apologize.” Your tears were threatening to fall at the sincerity of his words. You never wanted this. You wished Bucky had known better but to love is to lose your mind and you were at fault for this mess too.

“I understand if you don’t wanna see me around or deal with me again, I came here knowing you’d never take me back because you told me once that cheating was your dealbreaker and what I did was just as shitty but, if this is the last time you’ll ever talk to me, I had to get it out of my chest. That’s all.” He sighed, the gloom in his heart wasn’t withering away but at least the weight in his heard was lighter now that he had come clean. “I’m gonna go now, you should go back to your friends, they are waiting.” He inched his face closer to you to kiss you on the cheek and you were too mesmerized by the blue in his eyes to shun away.

“Goodbye, y/n. And once again, happy birthday.” He turned around to leave, going for the exit door of your garden so he didn’t have to walk past through the crowds and deal with prying questions about their… whatever they are now or what truly happened at the dance. He had made peace with you and that’s all that mattered to him.

He was a few steps away from her when he heard her voice calling his name, “Bucky, wait…”

He stopped and turned to your direction only to catch you narrowing the gap and jumped on him. He was quick to catch her as they used to after a few days of not seeing each other and they both had missed each other terribly. She pressed her lips on top of his and circled her arms around his neck to hold onto him. Because who was she kidding? She had missed him so badly too. She dreamt of him calling her to apologize or to show up at her party but never once did she admit it. And now, her heart was back in her arms and she didn’t want to let him go ever again.

Their kiss with filled of longing as their lips moved like a perfect symphony. One of his hands moved to her face to hold her even closer because everything he desired was coming true and he was desperate to make it stay a reality. Your hands grabbed his hair as your tongues tangled, dancing in sync. You pulled away when the need for air was overwhelming, “I forgive you.” You smiled as your foreheads were pressed together.

He too smiled at that, “does this mean you will take me back?”

You nodded, “it does.” Bucky grinned wider, the bliss in his face was palpable. Oh, how good it felt to see him smile again. Bucky could say the same.

He kissed you once more with his hand cupping your cheek and when he pulled away, he gazed into your beautiful eyes and confessed, “I love you. So much. I never stopped loving you.”

“I love you too.” You meant it with every bit of your heart.

He put you on the ground and you were still intertwined with each other, too in love and too elated to pay attention to the curious peeks and snooping ears. “Let’s go back inside, yeah? It’s cold here. And you should be there with me.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be anyway.”

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