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brbsoulnomming · 7 months

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 24

Rating: mature

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The next morning, he and Robin drape themselves over a pair of pool chairs to get their lounge on while Steve works on getting the pool in good enough shape for their upcoming party.

It means watching Steve in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of cut off shorts, so Eddie's very on board.

Robin scoffs next to him. "I am so glad you got your shit together so I don't have to tiptoe around you drooling right now."

"I'm not drooling!" Eddie insists, though he does wipe his hand over his mouth just to check.

No drool.

"Metaphorically," Robin clarifies, grinning at him. "By all means, oogle away. Just know Steve's probably showing off a little on purpose."

Eddie squints at him, and sure enough - there's probably no need for Steve to be lifting things that often.

"I hate that it's working," Eddie grumbles.

"Of course it's working." Robin rolls her eyes.

Right, of course it is. Eddie's always known that Steve was very attractive - it used to irritate the hell out of him, that he was susceptible to the same allure as the rest of the masses of Hawkins High. The fact that he thought Steve was a douche used to counter it, but, well.

Now he's pretty much in love with the guy.

Eddie leans forward a little, fiddling with some blades of grass by his chair. "Steve's, uh. It's true, right, that he's had a lot of sex with a lot of girls?"

Robin nods. "It's true. He was in a slump when I first met him, but before - well, before you, he was complaining about all his meaningless relationships that were just about sex when he wanted a real connection."

That's… Eddie doesn't know exactly what that is, actually, or how he feels about it. He thinks it should be weird, talking about this when they're both dating Steve, but - it doesn't feel weird, not really. "That doesn't bother you?"

"Does it bother me that he's been with more girls than I can count before I even got my first kiss? Not really. I mean, sure, I guess a little, in an ugh why is it so easy for him and so hard for me, but, you know. We both had our different ways of finding our other soulmate. Apparently neither of them were successful, since the Upside Down brought you to Steve, and I'm still striking out." She pauses, then adds, "Plus he's like really good at eating girls out, so I'm not going to complain about getting to benefit from him demonstrating his technique."

He takes it back, it's weird and uncomfortable and that was way too much information about their sex life.

Whatever face he's making gets her to laugh at him, eyes crinkling.

"Don't worry, it probably translates over decently well. Besides, I've seen him practically deep throat a banana so you're probably good. Oh, has he gotten to do that thing with his tongue yet?"

Eddie squeaks. He's pretty sure his face is bright red, considering how much it's burning, and Robin's laughter turns into a cackle.

Steve overhears the laughter and turns towards them, hip cocked as he squints at them.

"What's so funny?" he calls.

"Just asking Eddie if he's gotten to experience your tongue skills yet!" she calls back.

"Robin!" Steve yelps, dropping the pool net to come over to them.

"What?" she asks. "Weren't you the one who was whining at me about how you wanted to choke on his dick and then eat him out until he cried?"

The blood that had been flooding his cheeks immediately rushes south, and Eddie has to lean over to adjust his pants and try to make that less obvious.

Yes, please, sign him up for all of that.

"In confidence! I told you that in confidence!" Steve sputters.

Eddie leans back, tipping his head up at Steve with a slow smirk. "I'm feeling a little hurt, here, Harrington, how come I haven't gotten a fruit demonstration?"

Steve gapes at him for a moment, just long enough for Eddie to start to regain his footing.

Then Steve's eyes narrow.

"If I was demonstrating for you, Munson, it wouldn't be on fruit," he replies.

Steve turns his back on them and returns to the pool, leaving Eddie to make a protesting noise - that is not a whine, no matter how much he can read that in Robin's eyes while she laughs at him.

"Do I need to shove you in the pool to cool you off?" she teases.

"Shut up," he mutters, adjusting himself again.

Then he tips his head back and closes his eyes, because if he looks at Steve again in the next fifteen minutes or so, he might need to take Robin up on that.

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They eat lunch all jammed together on the couch, plates balanced on their laps. Steve's eating with his left hand, because his right hand is holding Eddie's left. Their fingers are laced together, and Steve refuses to let go, and Eddie's pretty sure his cheeks are flushed red, but he's really not going to complain about it.

There's a little bit of sauce on the corner of Steve's lip, and ridiculously, it makes Eddie want to lean in to lick it off.

Fuck, he really wants to kiss him. Is he allowed to kiss him, is that weird? Steve and Robin haven't kissed in front of him, but Eddie kind of figures that's because they knew he had hang ups about the sharing thing.

Ugh, if he wants kissing Steve when they're like this to be on the table, it's probably going to be on him to talk about it.

Eddie clears his throat. "Hey, uh," he starts, but has no idea where to go after that.

Robin makes a little encouraging noise.

"I appreciate you guys holding back on the PDA around me while I figured all this out, but you don't have to anymore," he says.

Steve's eyebrows raise. He looks down, where Robin's toes are shoved under his thigh and he'd been in the middle of eating the olives off of her plate. "I hate to break it to you, Eds, but we haven't been holding back all that much."

"Well, yeah, not for that, but-" Eddie pauses, switching to come at this from another angle. "Not a lot of people know about me. And I'm guessing - not a lot know about Steve?"

Steve nods when Eddie looks at him for confirmation. "Just Robin and you, and Max and Lucas."

Eddie smiles a little. "Same, but Uncle Wayne knows about me."

"Just you and Steve, Max and Lucas for me," Robin adds, which -

Eddie hadn't known that, actually, but it makes him smile brightly at her. It makes it even better, knowing that Robin's in the same boat as him and Steve - that she gets it. "You're the only one who knows about me and Steve, and me and Steve. I don't know how you feel about telling the others who know?"

Steve considers that. "I feel okay," he says finally. "But if we tell Lucas and Max, we have to tell the rest of the party. It's not fair to have them keep that secret."

Eddie doesn't disagree, but - "Table that for now, then. So yeah, just you. And I'd really, really like to just kiss Steve without thinking about it when it's just the three of us, so it'd be really shitty of me if I told you not to."

There's a moment of silence as Robin and Steve look at each other with near identical expressions of confusion.

"Eddie," Robin says after a moment. "I like girls."

Eddie frowns. He thought they just covered that. "Yeah?"

"Only girls," she clarifies.

What.

"But Steve-" he starts.

"Is not a girl," Robin finishes.

"Definitely not a girl," Steve adds.

"Wait, so you - so you're not -" Eddie stammers.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Oh my God, Eddie, have you thought we were dating this whole time?" Robin shrieks.

"Yes! Of course I did! Look at you!" Eddie gestures at them.

"You said you told him!" Steve hisses at Robin.

"I did!" Robin protests.

"I think I would have remembered that!" Eddie counters.

"We were sitting in the kitchen! I told you that Steve has two soulmates, a platonic," she gestures at herself, the motion just as exaggerated as the word. "And a romantic!" She gestures at Eddie this time.

Eddie closes his eyes, fights the urge to just keep repeating Jesus Christ, and opens them again. "Buckley. I wasn't looking at you while we were talking."

"You weren't - well that's just rude, Munson! What were you so busy staring at that you couldn't pay attention to me in the very important discussion we were having?" Robin demands.

Eddie's eyes cut to Steve.

Her gaze must follow his, because she groans. "Of course you were looking at Steve. See, look at that, another person ignoring me because they're obsessed with you."

Eddie squawks. "I wasn't obsessed with-"

His jaw snaps shut as he realizes that might not be a lie.

Shit.

Steve grins at him, looking just a little bit too smug. "It's okay," he says. "I'm kind of obsessed with you, too."

Robin groans, face planting onto Steve's shoulder. "How did we miss this?"

"I thought we were being so mature," Steve agrees. "So open and communicative."

"In my defense, you two did shower together," Eddie points out.

"Not like that!" Robin says.

"How do you shower together but not like that?" Eddie demands.

Steve shrugs. "The same way you wash someone's hair but not like that?"

Eddie makes a face at him. "Yeah, that doesn't count, I wanted to jump you the whole time."

Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again. "Yeah, okay, me too," he admits. "You kept making these little sounds, I just-"

Eddie waggles his eyebrows. "Keep going, Stevie, you just what?"

"Get sidetracked later," Robin cuts in. "The point is - technically, Steve showered while I was brushing my teeth, and I showered while he was doing his hair care routine. We're soulmates, it's not like it matters what we see."

"But - there was giggling, and smacking, and - other noises," Eddie protests, but it's a weak one now.

Steve shrugs. "My back was all fucked up, man, you know that. Rob was helping me with the bandages."

"And Steve was doing his stupid shower characters," Robin adds, rolling her eyes. "He makes himself a dumb beard out of shaving cream or a stupid hairstyle out of shampoo and does terrible voices, and it's awful and I don't hate it at all."

Eddie - Eddie can imagine that perfectly, actually, and fuck, something so stupid shouldn't make him want so badly, but there it is.

"Stop," he whines. "I'm already in love with you, stop making it worse."

Both Steve and Robin freeze, but it still takes him a moment to realize what he just said.

Oh shit.

Eddie swallows, building up his courage for a moment before he sneaks a look at Steve.

Steve's looking back, just a little bit awestruck. "You love me?"

Eddie can't pull his hand free to fidget with his wrist brace, so he plays with Steve's fingers instead. "Well, yeah. I kind of thought that was obvious."

Then again, apparently some things all three of them thought were obvious were very much not obvious, and he grimaces.

"Yeah," he says. "I really do."

Robin kicks Steve in the thigh, leaning over and snatching their plates out of their laps. "Upstairs, now," she informs them. "I know that look, Steve, and if you're going to make out with him you're not doing it sitting next to me on the couch."

"Upstairs?" Steve asks, and who the hell is Eddie to say no to that?

"Just remember you're supposed to pick Dustin up for patrol in half an hour!" Robin yells up after them. "And I will not be stalling if he walkies asking what's taking you so long!"

"Guess we shouldn't waste any time." Eddie turns to Steve with a smirk, one eyebrow raised, only to find himself pinned to the wall in the upstairs hallway.

Steve crowds in against him, kissing him in short little bursts, like he keeps trying to pull back to say something but can't make himself stop for long.

Eddie doesn't make it easy for him to pull away, chasing him every time he does to kiss him again. He drags his teeth along Steve's bottom lip the next time he pulls back, but this time, Steve actually does stop long enough to speak.

"I love you, too," he pants out against Eddie's lips, the words muffled by how close they are together.

And Eddie - yeah, part of him had known. Like he told Uncle Wayne, it was obvious that Steve cared about him, and it was just as obvious that Steve was really into him.

But mostly knowing about it and hearing it confirmed are two different things, and Eddie surges forward to kiss him again.

Steve presses him back against the wall, one thigh wedged between Eddie's legs - still in those cut off shorts, and if Eddie could bring himself to break the kiss long enough to look down, he's pretty sure he'd get more than a flash of hairy skin. Eddie groans, rolling his hips up so he can at least grind against his thigh.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, before his tongue slides into his mouth at the same time his thigh presses up and up, giving Eddie more friction to rut against.

Which he immediately takes advantage of, grabbing Steve's ass with both hands and holding on as they rock together.

"Wanna make you feel good," Steve says, dropping little biting kisses along the line of Eddie's jaw. "Want you to tell me everything you like."

Eddie huffs out a shaky little laugh. "I, uh. I've never done this before, Stevie."

Steve tips his head back to look at him, brows furrowed for a moment before he seems to get that Eddie means, like, ever.

Despite the fact that he's mostly sure Steve isn't going to make fun of him, his stomach still drops when Steve groans and drops his head down into Eddie's shoulder.

"Steve?" Eddie asks.

"We gotta stop," Steve replies, muffled. "We've only got like twenty minutes left now, and that's really not enough for everything I want to do with you."

Eddie's dick throbs where it's still pressed against Steve's thigh. "It's enough for something, though, come on."

Steve pulls back to look at him. "Eds, your first time is not going to be a quickie in our hallway with Robin downstairs and Dustin waiting on me."

Eddie considers that, then rolls his hips up again, grinning smugly when it makes Steve inhale sharply. "Yeah, I'm pretty okay with that for my first mutual orgasm experience."

Steve makes a face at him, the impact of which is a little ruined by his slightly glazed eyes. "I'm not."

Eddie grunts. "I'm not a girl," he manages to growl out.

Steve looks down between them, where Eddie's still very hard and very pressed into him. "I noticed."

"Then don't treat me like some delicate little virgin," Eddie snaps.

Steve huffs. "It's not like that, it's - fine, why did you tell me, then?"

"What?" Eddie asks, thrown.

"If it's not a big deal, why did you say anything?"

"I… I don't know," Eddie admits. "I just - thought you should be aware, I guess, in case you were expecting something else."

Someone who knew what they were doing.

"Eds," Steve breathes out, tipping his head in to kiss him again. "I'm not expecting anything but you, I promise. Just you, that's all I want."

"That's all?" Eddie asks, and he means it to be teasing, but it comes out a little shaky.

"I want - look, I know it's crap about virginity being special and your first time being perfect and all that, but… it's also not crap."

Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"It's - it should be good, Eddie. You deserve to have something go right. I want to take my time with you, not be thinking about how we have to rush."

Well when Steve puts it like that.

"You're such a romantic," Eddie teases.

Steve's ears go a little pink, but he shrugs. "Yeah, I guess I kind of am."

Eddie pulls him back in for another kiss. "I love you," he whispers against his lips, part because he does and part just to see if he can get Steve all riled up again.

"Not fair," Steve mutters back.

Eddie can't help but laugh a little. "It work?"

"Yes." Steve kisses him again. "But it didn't change my mind."

He steps back, though Eddie's pleased to note that he looks both rumpled and reluctant. Eddie sighs, then reaches out to fix Steve's collar, run his fingers through his hair. Steve does the same for him, and it feels -

Well, pretty fucking good, actually.

They head back downstairs. Robin cheers for them, shouting, "Three minutes to spare!"

Steve rolls his eyes, leans over to kiss the top of her head.

Then he drags Eddie to the front door with him so they can kiss again, long and lingering, before Steve finally heads back out.

Eddie drifts back into the living room to sit down next to Robin again, trying not to look too dazed.

She huffs at him, and it's only then that he realizes this is the first time they've been alone since she told him she was coming back for him.

"You still pissed at me?"

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, you fixed that last night. For the record - it wasn't at you, not really. Steve was miserable, which gets my hackles up. I know, he said he was happy no matter what, but I know him. He would have been hung up on you for ages. Plus, the boy likes sex," she adds matter-of-factly. "It would have been awful dealing with him pining and all pent up from not getting laid."

Eddie snorts.

"What?" Robin asks.

"Nothing," Eddie replies. "Just - I'm really glad we don't have to work out a schedule for both of us having sex with him."

Robin lets out a sound that's some unholy mix between a giggle and a shriek. "Okay, first, thanks for putting that mental image in my brain, I need at least three shots later tonight to get that out. Second - oh my god we would run him ragged, he's pretty insatiable but I'm not sure even he could keep up with the two of us."

Eddie cackles, head tipping back in a laughter there's no way he can contain. "I really love you, Robbie," he says quietly when he's managed to calm down.

Her eyes are soft as she looks at him. "Yeah," she says. "I do, too."

"I can't promise that I won't ever hurt him," he says. "Because, you know, sometimes I get up in my head about stuff, and sometimes I miss things. But I love him. It's always going to be him. I won't - I won't ever leave him, or give up on us."

Robin's quiet for a long time. "You and I aren't really soulmates, you know. I can't tell if you just lied to me."

Eddie knows what his knee-jerk reaction to that is. But he sits with it for a moment, breathes in and breathes out, and then decides knee-jerk was the right reaction. "Yeah, you can."

Robin smiles at him, reaching out to tug on a lock of his hair. "Yeah, I can," she agrees.

He opens his arms, and she hugs him, then shoves him off.

"Come on, Steve left us to do the lunch dishes."

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Steve brings home pizza for dinner when he gets done with patrolling.

"Hey, I was thinking - do you want to head out to Forest Hills when we're done?" Steve asks while they eat. "There's not really anyone there anymore, we could see if there's anything left of yours you want to get."

Eddie considers that. Part of him isn't sure he wants to go back there, ever, but the other part kind of feels like he needs to see it. To make it real again, and not just a thing in his nightmares.

So he agrees, and they head out after they clean up dinner - Robin refuses to get stuck with it this time.

It still feels strange, driving around in the front seat of Steve's Bimmer, but mostly a nice strange. They don't pass many cars on the way out there, and Steve's got Trooper's Thick as Thieves album playing quietly, and Eddie can just lean back and alternate looking out the window with looking at the beautiful boy in the driver's seat.

Steve pulls a couple of empty boxes out of the trunk when they get there, and Eddie sees him hesitate over the nail bat that's still in there from his patrol earlier.

"Here," Eddie says, taking the boxes so Steve can grab the bat.

There hasn't been any sign of Vecna or the Upside Down on their patrols yet, but Eddie's pretty sure they'll both feel better if Steve's carrying it.

The trailer is barely holding together, a huge chunk ripped out of the living room, and Eddie swallows back a surge of tears.

He knows they have insurance, knows what Uncle Wayne said about the stuff in the trailer, but - it was the first place that ever really felt like home to Eddie. Even though the home was more about Uncle Wayne himself than the physical trailer, it hurts seeing it like this.

"Hey," Steve says softly. "We don't have to do this tonight, we can wait."

We.

Like it's just a guarantee that whenever Eddie does decide to look through the shattered remains of his life, Steve will be right there with him. No question.

It shouldn't be, but it's still a little bit of a surprise to realize that Eddie believes it.

"No," he says, though he does lean in for a kiss. "I want to get this over with. Come on, let's look in my room."

His room isn't as bad as the living room, but it's still pretty trashed. He gets to work rifling through the debris while Steve hangs out in the doorway, nailbat on one shoulder and keeping an eye on the dormant but still not closed gate in the living room.

Eventually, Eddie manages to find about a couple of boxes worth of clothes, most of his jewelry, some D&D things, a few other odds and ends. It's not a lot, but it's more than Eddie thought he might have, which lifts his spirits a little.

"I can stop borrowing your clothes all the time," Eddie tells Steve.

Steve makes a face like he's trying not to say anything.

"What?" Eddie asks.

"…I kind of like you in my clothes," Steve admits.

Eddie barks out a little laugh, then sets down his box so he can sidle into Steve's space. "Oh yeah?" he asks, cocking one eyebrow. "You want me to wear your letterman jacket?"

Steve tips his head, which Eddie is pretty damn sure means yes, but I don't want to say it.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie teases as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Steve's jeans and gives it a tug. "You wanna be my boyfriend?"

"I'm your soulmate," Steve replies, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't stop himself from being reeled in.

"You wanna be my boyfriend," Eddie repeats, voice sing song, and steals another kiss.

"You were the one who said you wanted the full Steve Harrington experience," Steve teases back.

"I was joking!" Eddie replies, but he realized the moment he says it that - well, no, he kind of wasn't.

Steve grins widely at him. "No, you weren't," he retorts, with all the confidence of someone who's just felt a new lie being written on them.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at him. "So what are you going to do about it, then?"

Steve leans in to kiss him one more time. "Come on. Let's get out of here first."

And, well, all right, Eddie can't exactly protest that.

He picks up two boxes, leaving Steve to grab the third and his bat, then the two of them head back out of the trailer.

They're not too far from what's left of the front door when the sound of footsteps crunches on the gravel nearby.

It's probably just one of the handful of folks too stubborn to leave Forest Hills, but - it's dark, and Eddie can't see anyone, and he can't help the rush of panic that he feels. It must hit Steve the same way, because when he turns back to look at him, he sees that Steve has gone still, head tilted like he's listening.

The sound of a gun cocking rings out far louder than it should.

"Don't move," Jason Carver says.

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Part 25

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie fic #steddie soulmate au #platonic soulmates stobin

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Sequel for the regency era steddie post i made :)

They had danced until sunup, with no one but the horses as their quiet witnesses. And when the first morning light started to drive away the shining of the stars, Steve had said goodbye to Eddie with a kiss. A dangerous, but oh so delicious promise.

'Steven.'

And that one word is enough to make Steve realize that his parents know everything.

He freezes, the eggs he was just eating twisting in his stomach as he looks up to his parents taking their seats next to each other at the other side of the breakfast table.

'We saw you. With the stable boy.'

Steve opens his mouth, not even knowing what he will say; whether he will try to deny it, or tell them he loves Eddie, or –

'We love you,' his mother says before he can even start his sentence. 'And he – she – looked wonderful. You looked so happy, Steven, both of you... But this world is not a kind place for people like you. You have to be careful.'

All possible words die on Steve's tongue. He had expected a lot of ways in which this could go – but not this. Never in a million years.

'Do you want to be with him?' his father asks.

'I can't.'

'Do you want to?' his father simply repeats.

And Steve nods. Of course he wants to. There's nothing he wants more than that. He wants it so bad that he cries himself to sleep every night, because he has always known that it could only go spectacularly wrong, that they were getting increasingly reckless as they were falling deeper in love with each other, and that there could be no happy ending waiting for them down the road.

'You should know, Steven, that if you have money, and status, everything is possible,' his father says. He wraps an arm around Lady Harrington. 'Do you remember how your mother and I met?'

Steve crosses his arms. He heard that story many, many times.

'You fell off your horse. She was the kitchen maid, saw it happen from the window, and tended your wounds while she laughed at you.'

Both his parents smiled at the memory, matching mischievous twinkles in their eyes.

'She was fearless.'

'Well, you were indeed ridiculously clumsy, so I still stand by it. Wasn't gonna waste a good laugh, dear.'

'The point is,' Steve's father continues, directing his attention back to his son, 'People talked. Hell, it's been more than twenty years and they still do. They always will. That's why we raised you here, sheltered and safe from the world. They talk about us, and they'll talk about you. You should never let that stop you, Steven. Not if you love someone.'

But Steve clenches his jaw. 'It's not the same.'

'Is it not?' his mother echoes.

'No!' he exclaims. He knows he shouldn't raise his voice, but he hates how they plainly ignore the painfully obvious. 'You're – a woman! And Eddie isn't!'

But his mother seems unimpressed. 'So why was he wearing a dress, then? Wasn't she the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?'

He feels his cheeks heat up. His mother is right about that, for sure.

'She was,' he whispers.

'Nothing is impossible,' his father says again. 'Not if you have money, courage and creativity. You have plenty of the first. And by the looks of it, both of you are overflowing with the last two.'

He looks into his father’s eyes. ‘I won't be able to give you an heir.'

Lord Harrington scoffs. 'You think I care about that?' he says. 'All I care about is my son's happiness. You'll figure something out. Maybe it won't be our own flesh and blood living between those walls after you, but that's not our future to worry about. I am not a greedy man. I’d never ask for more than your happiness, Steven.'

'You'd really be... okay with that? With me and - and Eddie? You don’t think it’s wrong or -'

‘Listen to me,’ his father interrupts him, urgency coloring his voice. ‘Don’t you ever let people tell you anything like that. Don’t you ever let anyone make you believe that loving someone is wrong. They don’t know the half of it.’

'Like I said, you have to be careful,' Steve's mother continues. 'But I trust you will be. You should tell Eddie he can borrow as many of my dresses as he wants.'

#giving steve good parents for a change #it's what he deserves okay #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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Can you do a Steve Harrington imagine where Jason (or one of the other jocks) corners the reader at War Zone looking for Dustin (I'm impartial to the Henderson!reader trope but her notably being close to Dustin/the kids is up to you) and Steve backs her up/makes sure she is okay since she is relatively level-headed but also notably overprotective and therefore, likely to fight someone if they mess with the kids? I hope this made sense, kinda just like the idea of Steve loving a secret badass

thank you for this request! i went with being close to Dustin and the kiddos, i would do anything for them <3 | 1.2k, fem!reader, a bit of angst then fluff, jason being a little aggressive

The medical supplies section of War Zone is upsettingly small. You have to swallow a somewhat hysterical laugh of disbelief as you look at the two shelves of gauzes and tapes and sterilizing supplies. The warehouse is loud, people yelling and cart wheels squealing, and your head is still pounding with the fading adrenaline high you've been on for who knows how long. But Robin's hands are cut up, Eddie's got a split lip, Nancy is limping, and Steve... Well, Steve is still bleeding beneath his bandages and you are going to sedate him yourself if he doesn't find some shoes soon and let you patch him up.

You smell like the lake and the acrid dust of the Upside Down and you hate being in this store and you want this all to be over. You want everyone to be safe so you can crawl into bed with Steve and never let him out of your arms again.

Someone enters the aisle on your right and you know it's not your boyfriend by the way the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Whoever it is moves into your space too quickly and you tense to not flinch away, but you turn to look. Oh, Christ, you think. Anyone but him.

"Hey," the guy says, trying to sound friendly and failing. "I don't think we've met, but I'm Jason." You keep your torso facing the shelves, arms crossed, and ignore his outstretched hand. He looks absolutely terrible, almost worse than you, and a piece of you wants to feel sorry for him. But that piece disappears very quickly as you see how tense his jaw is when he drops his palm and curls it into a fist at his side. You don't introduce yourself.

Jason smiles at you, and it's a brittle, nasty thing. "I actually know who you are, I think." He puts his fists in the pocket of his letterman jacket and rocks back and forth on his heels, as if you were in a school hallway and he was just saying hi. "You're Harrington's girl."

You press your fingers into your own arms at the mention of Steve. You take a deep breath, and normally this is where you'd walk away, but you've just seen the boy you love more than anything almost die in front of you and your friends are all spooked and bruised and you're pretty sure you're bleeding under your jacket so you stay because you really want to yell at someone.

"And I know you're not involved in all this satanic stuff --" Jason has been talking but you didn't hear what he said -- "but I know that you know some of the kids who might be able to help us find this freak." He takes a step closer and you turn on your heel to face him at the mention of the kids, your blood starting to boil.

"Wheeler, maybe?" Jason taunts. "Or Sinclair? Either one." He's getting cocky now, pretending to have a sudden idea. "Wait, aren't you Dustin Henderson's neighbor? Do you know where he is?" You love all of those shitheads, but you've known Dustin for years. He's like your brother. Jason even saying his name makes you see red.

"And why do you want to know?" you sneer at him, taking a step into his space, hands dropping to your sides. He's a little shocked, taking a step back, but recovers quickly.

"Oh, I just think he might be able to help us out. Good kid like him should want to find that murdering son of a b--"

"It's insulting, Jason," you grind out.

"What is?" He looks alarmed you'd interrupt him.

"That you think I'm stupid. That you think I can't see through you."

His expression darkens, all facade disappearing. You see how deep the bags under his eyes are, how there's something off about him. "Listen to me," he says, reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder, "if you know anything--"

You grab his wrist in midair and squeeze it. "Don't fucking touch me," you hiss. "And don't fucking touch any of those kids, Carver." You dig your fingernails into his sleeve a little. His eyes are wide, like he can't believe this has turned against him.

"You think Chrissy would like you hunting children for her? We both know that's not true," you spit out. He's so angry and you should be scared, you would be normally, but how dare he come for Dustin, for the kids, for you in this store full of weapons and death. You figure you have about five seconds before your blood boils over and you try to punch him.

But then there's someone behind you and you know immediately that it's Steve -- and it sounds like he's found some shoes. You always know when he's in the room, your eyes open or closed. He's a sun you orbit around, like you're tied together by an invisible length of string. He puts a hand on the small of your back, eying the way you're holding Jason's wrist but doesn't step in, knowing you're handling it. But he's there, and that's all you need.

"Hey," he says loudly. "Everything okay?" His voice grounds you a little, slows your racing heart. As much as you want to punch Jason, you want to get back to your friends more.

"Yeah, Jason was just leaving." You let go of him and flash a razor sharp smile. Something in it plus Steve's looming presence sends Jason out of the aisle without another word. As soon as he's out of sight your shoulders drop and you turn back to the shelves, grabbing items blindly and shoving them into Steve's arms.

"So uh, what was that?" he asks you. Your gaze drifts to his neck and the wound there tightens the knots in your stomach. He must be in so much pain, but he's here, supporting you.

"He threatened the kids. Asked me about Dustin." His eyebrows furrow, mouth turning down at the edges.

"Motherfucker," he spits.

"This is such a disaster, Steve," you mumble, the energy draining out of you. "How are we going to keep them safe? How am I going to keep you safe?"

"Hey," he says. "I'd hold you, sweetheart, but I'm a shopping cart, apparantly." You chuckle, but it's weak. "We're going to keep each other safe. That's what we do. And now we have a plan so all we can do is try, okay? We'll try."

"I know." You take a few things from him, tucking boxes of gauze under your arms. "Let's go find Robin's cart and get out of here. I hate this place. Nice boots, though." Steve grins at you.

"Now, listen, I know this really isn't the time but that was kind of hot. The wrist thing and how scared you made Carver--"

"Steve!" You laugh for real this time. "Really? C'mon."

"Really, baby. You're a not so secret badass and I love it." You scoff at him and thunk your head on his shoulder, desperate to be close despite his full arms for just a moment.

"We really need to find the cart, I'm serious, I want to hug you so bad," Steve says. "I'm not above dropping all of this shit."

"Just gimme a sec." You breathe him in. He smells like you do, like dirty water and blood and the lingering cigarette smoke of Eddie's vest. But he's Steve. And as long as he's here, as long as you're together, you'll figure it out.

"Stevie, you smell. I love you."

He laughs and kisses your dirty hair. "I love you, too. Let's go."

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Covered in You | b.b.

Bucky Barnes x fem!superpowered!reader

“My house of stone, your ivy grows. And now I'm covered in you."

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: Listen. Idk.

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“Bucky!”

He froze in the produce section of the grocery store, frowning when he heard his name. It was a normal reaction for him; paranoid to be addressed or attacked in public. But he was relieved, though did not relax at all, when she started running through the aisle to reach him.

“Bucky! It’s me!” She exclaimed as she got closer, throwing her arms around him.

He didn’t return the gesture, put off by the sudden physical contact. Bucky pushed himself away, giving an uncomfortable smile as he did. It was better this way; not giving anyone any reason to get attached. Though she didn’t seem thrown off by his rejection of her hug.

“How have you been? Are you okay?” She asked, looking him over.

The last time they’d seen each other was when Steve…well, when he left. Though Bucky wasn’t sure why she cared that much. The two weren’t friends; she was closer with Wanda and Steve than she was with him. The only interactions they had were in Germany, and very briefly in Wakanda. Though based on how she smiled at him, she didn’t care about that.

“I’m fine,” he replied, tone short and to the point. “You?”

He hated small talk.

“Oh I’m good. I got my job back at the library. Kinda weird being a superhero and needing a day job but it’s okay. I’m okay.” Bucky noted she certainly didn’t sound okay, but that wasn’t really his problem. “Have you heard from Wanda? I can’t get a hold of her, and I’ve been trying to. I’m just worried and I was just thinking about you the other day too so it’s funny —“

“I can’t really talk right now.”

“Oh.” She stared at him for a moment, looking around them as she realized he was uncomfortable. Then she turned red in the face, nodding some. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I didn’t mean to bombard you. Maybe we can meet for drinks some time.”

“No, thank you,” he responded politely, looking down then back up —anywhere but her. “I appreciate the offer, but I think it’s best if I stick to myself.”

He moved to step around her, gripping the hand of his basket tighter. While he did appreciate the offer —it was hard not to when she was so excited to see him —Bucky had little desire to be social or make friends. It just wasn’t something that seemed to be in the cards for him. Besides, he had a laundry list of things to make up for, and that left little time for friends.

“Sam says you don’t return his calls.”

Bucky stopped mid step, frowning deeply as he glanced over his shoulder at her. She was holding her basket in front of her, brow furrowed. “I never called, I figured you didn’t really know me so that’d be weird.”

“Weirder than yelling at me from across a grocery store?” He cracked a small grin, unable to help himself. Though it disappeared as she kept speaking.

“Listen, I know you think you should be alone because of the whole Winter Soldier thing —but you don’t have to be. Just…I don’t know, answer Sam’s calls. Or be ready for me to call you every day.”

She gave him a promising smile —a guarantee that she was going to call him regardless —and turned on her heel to leave. Bucky stared at her as she walked away, brow furrowed as he processed what had just happened. In the short time he had known her —probably a total of four months if you put it all together —he never really spoke to her. When he did, it was short and to the point, usually serious or “it’s the end of the world” conversations.

This was probably the most normal conversation he’d ever had with her. Which was a bit depressing to think about, but refreshing to know that she was normal before all of this —that she could go back to whatever she was before everything.

Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt normal.

*****

As promised, she called the next day.

And the day after that.

And the next day too.

She called everyday, as promised, for about a week. And every day, Bucky sent her straight to voicemail. He had to give her credit —she was a woman of her word. She called every day, at different times. As if he would answer if she called at 1:45 instead of 12:30. And her voicemails never sounded like she was annoyed when he didn’t pick up, even after the seventh message left.

“Hey, Bucky! I know I’ve invited you out every day this week, and I know you don’t want to but that’s okay!” Her voice was cheery; excited for whatever she was about to propose. “Tomorrow is the opening of the community garden at the library. This is less going out and socializing and more supporting the neighborhood so maybe that would be better for you. If you want to lurk in the background of photos, you have to call me back for the time!”

He was almost offended by the lurking comment, however she was technically right. Even if he did go, that’s all he would do: lurk. Avoid attention. But she hit him with a significantly more annoying dilemma: he kind of wanted to go to the library to see the garden. He walked by it every so often, and he liked seeing how much progress was being made to set it up. Bucky just hadn’t realized she was the one doing it. Though, he supposed it made sense given her powers.

Huffing in frustration, Bucky ran a gloved hand over his face. Then he hit the call button; it rang once.

“I knew the garden would be the better choice!”

“I can just look up the time online,” he reminded her, rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t know you could use a computer,” she teased, and Bucky could picture the grin on her face. “It starts at noon, but I’ll be there all morning if you want to come by before everyone else is there. You know, avoid the absolutely massive crowd that will come to a public library garden.”

He couldn’t help himself as he chuckled, scratching at his chin lightly. “Is this an actual event or is this just something you’re doing on your own?”

“We’re a bit short staffed so there wasn’t a lot of time to advertise,” she explained, and for the first time that week, she sounded a bit defeated. “So the only people who will probably be there are the gardeners, me, and you.”

He didn’t like how dejected she sounded, honestly. “You’re making me feel like I have to come now.”

“I mean you don’t have to —but I’d really like it if you did.”

Bucky hesitated before sighing. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there for a little while.”

She let out an excited sound, and Bucky could hear her clapping her hands together through the phone. “Yes! Awesome! You won’t regret it, Bucky, I promise. You’re going to have so much fun, it’ll be so nice. I can order lunch to be delivered —“

“Let’s just…let’s just play it by ear, okay?”

“Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky!”

He stared at his phone, taking a breath. Maybe this was a bad idea.

*****

The last time he had come to the library, it had been in 1941. Steve had signed them up for an art class, and convinced Bucky it would be a good place to meet people. Steve had been right; Bucky left with a list of dates set up.

But this was different.

Obviously it was different. It wasn’t the forties, it wasn’t the middle of a world war. He wasn’t just some guy, flirting with pretty people. He was a former assassin, with a metal arm and more trauma than any one person should carry. But then, he was going to a community event hosted by someone who’s fought alongside him before. Whose life is just as strange as his —maybe a little less, but still weird.

It was a little after eleven when Bucky stopped at the steps of the library. A sign on the door —written in a very pretty cursive and covered in flowers and vines —said to walk through to the back doors and “watch for resident bees.” There was a little bee and hive drawn beside it. Something told Bucky she was the one who drew it.

Following instructions, he slipped into the library quietly. There weren’t many people there for a Saturday; a few kids with their parents. Some older people —younger than him, technically —and a handful of people using the computers. An older gentleman glanced up from the shelf he was at, standing up a bit straighter when he saw Bucky. He nodded once as the man saluted —and that’s when Bucky noticed the man was in the World War II section.

He quickly beelined for the back door without a word. No one should be saluting him.

As he pushed the door open and slid outside, he heard people chatting idly. He waited to the side, peering into the garden from the walkway outside the library. Sitting in the dirt was her, with her hair thrown up out of her face and dirt covering her shorts and hands. A bright smile was on her face though as she spoke to two older women, who had gardening tools and far less dirt on them.

“It’s amazing, you know,” one lady commented, voice soft. “When you said you were going to start a community garden —well, I thought you meant you were going to grow it all yourself.”

“I considered it,” she admitted, running her hands over her thighs. “But what’s a community garden if the community isn’t involved? I just…kept it alive.”

“And we appreciate that so much,” the other woman assured, setting her tools down. “It reminds me of the garden we set up when I was a little girl, during the war.”

Bucky swallowed hard, frowning deeply as she stood up. His hands gripped of the railing of the sidewalk, trying to calm his nerves. He wondered if she would mention him coming to see the garden; he hoped she wouldn’t.

“Well, the good thing about this garden is that it’s not necessary to survive. It’s just nice to have.”

He let out a sigh of relief, though his grip on the rail did not loosen. Without realizing it, unfortunately, it crunched between his fingers with an awful sound. All three women looked up at the sound, with the older two looking horrified and her smiling brightly at him.

“Bucky, you actually came!” She exclaimed, dusting the dirt off her hands one more time before running up the stairs to greet him. She paused, looking at the railing with a reassuring smile. “We needed to replace that anyway. Thanks for making it a little cheaper to do.”

He opened his mouth to apologize but snapped it shut, giving her a small smile and a nod. “Uh, yeah, of course.”

Glancing down, Bucky felt the back of his neck heat up from embarrassment. What happened to the overly confident, charming guy he used to be? Why couldn’t he play it cool suddenly?

“Are you barefoot?” He asked suddenly, changing the subject.

She looked at her feet, wiggling her toes some. “Oh, yeah. I always garden barefoot. The more in touch with the earth I am, the better I work. Wanna see?”

She held her hand out to him, bright smile never fading even as he hesitated. When he didn’t take it, she reached for his wrist and pulled him along anyway. Bucky didn’t resist her as she pulled him into the garden.

“Ladies, this is Sergeant James Barnes,” she introduced, dropping his wrist. Though she kept close, as if shielding him from their stares.

Both ladies quietly introduced themselves, though they didn’t seem surprised by him anymore. Actually, they seemed impressed as they looked between the two with little grins.

“Just Bucky,” he quickly corrected. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Oh the pleasure is all ours, sweetheart,” Delilah, the one with the ration garden, commented. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Not from me,” she quickly assured him, looking up at him. “I mean a little bit from me, but they’re the ones who have told me about you and the Howling Commandos and —“

“Hey, it’s okay,” he interrupted, smiling tensely down at her.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Clara, the other woman, teased. “He knows he’s famous.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, looking around the garden for a moment. Famous was a strange way to describe him. Maybe infamous —he did more harm than good as far as he was concerned. But neither Delilah nor Clara seemed to care about what he did after the war.

“Clara, I just remembered —we need to go trim the leaves on the tomatoes.” Delilah elbowed her friend, grinning over at her.

“Oh, right. We do! We’ll see you in a little while, kids.”

Both ladies waved and hurried off to a corner of the garden that was a bit more obscured. Bucky watched them for a moment before turning back to her as she let out a sheepish laugh. He raised a brow as she ran a hand over her hair.

“Those two are so gossipy,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Sorry about that. Delilah is basically my grandma. She, like, unofficially adopted me when I first started working here.”

“That’s nice,” and he meant that. It was nice. Though he didn’t know what else to say. “You were going to show me something?”

“Oh! Right!”

She turned around a few times, looking around for an empty space. Then she motioned for him to follow her to an empty plot, where she dropped to her knees in the dirt. Bucky stood above her, hands moving to settle in his jacket pockets as she scooped up a handful of soil.

“Tony used to call me an earth bender —like from the tv show, but I don’t think that’s super accurate because earth benders just control materials from the earth, not make them grow,” she explained, pushing the dirt back into the ground. “Dr. Banner calls it arborkinesis. Which sounds cool, I guess but a little too supervillain-esque for me. I just tell people I have a green thumb…Come closer, will you?”

Bucky hesitated; he hadn’t seen her abilities up close before. He’d seen it in action —in Germany, in Wakanda, and at the compound against Thanos. But never nearby. It was always just something he witnessed in passing; too busy to properly stand and watch her work. But she was genuinely happy to show him, and he’d left his comfort zone already today so he kneeled beside her.

His attention was focused on her hands as she reached for his. Bucky almost pulled away, but stopped and allowed her to bring his hands together in front of her. Then, she scooped the soil back up and put it in his hands. Brow furrowing, he watched in confusion as she covered his hands with her own. And he almost pulled back again as he felt the dirt moving and something pushing between his fingers –but she held him in place with a reassuring smile.

As she pulled away, ivy began sprouting up from the dirt and slowly creeped its way up his arm like a snake. Bucky watched it grow, covering his sleeve with vines and emerald green leaves. The vine wrapped around his arm and stopped just below his shoulder before flowers popped open in bright pink hues. He couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face as he looked over his arm, admiring the flowers that contrasted with the dark colors of his jacket.

She pushed up off the ground, extending her hand to him with that same bright smile that hadn’t faded. With the hand that wasn’t covered in vines, he took hers and stood, allowing her to guide him to a trellis that leaned against the fence. She took his ivy covered hand and lifted it, resting it against the stand there. Her free hand lifted, and the vines that wrapped around his arm uncurled and moved to a better home on the trellis. When all the ivy found its new home, Bucky dropped his hand and admired her handiwork, smiling even more now.

“When people think of superpowers, a lot of them think of superheroes, the Avengers. But…I don’t know, I was never much of a superhero. But I’ve always been a gardener,” she explained, looking over the flowers now. She touched the petals carefully.

“You helped save the universe,” he reminded her, glancing down at her from the corner of his eye. “Maybe give yourself a little credit.”

“I will when you do,” she countered, meeting his eyes with a sly grin.

Bucky’s mouth snapped shut, and he narrowed his eyes at her. He walked right into that, didn’t he? They stood there for a moment, their attention supposedly on the flowers but really, it was on each other. He wanted to thank her –for inviting him, for pestering him until he finally accepted. But as he turned to do so, her name was called from across the garden and she turned, lighting up as a handful of people gathered outside the gate.

“Oh, I guess I should get ready to officially open the garden!”

Bucky nodded, smiling down at her as he stepped out of the garden bed with her. She looked up at him with another smile, resting her hand on his arm gently. “Thank you for coming by today, Bucky. It means a lot to me; I hope you liked it.”

“I did. Really.”

He decided he’d thank her later –over a drink and some food. It was the least he could do.

———

Part Two

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III. WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?

S.H. x Hopper! Fem! Reader

[EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE series masterlist]

Here’s the playlist I made for this fic the other day!

As you guys get to Steve’s place, you can see another car parked on the road next to Steve’s house. Praying that it isn’t Tommy or Carol you take in a deep breath. Stepping out the car, the three of you walk over towards the front door.

Ringing the doorbell Steve then opens the door. “Hello ladie- Y/n?” Steve asks in confusion, knowing that he didn’t invite you. “Nancy asked me to be here…” your eyes divert from Steve to Tommy and Carol who were sitting in the living room staring at you. You take a deep breath and look at Nancy. “Nance, you didn’t tell me they were gonna be here?” You say to her, but honestly you should have known that they were gonna be here. “Oh- I thought if I told you they were gonna be here you wouldn’t want to come?” she says turning to you. Putting your hands into the pocket of your jacket you walk backwards. “Hey where are you-” “Walking back home..” You state in a quiet tone. You didn’t live far from here, just a couple minutes walking through the woods and you were home.

As you were walking in the woods you started to feel stupid, you really did. You didn’t want to go, you really didn’t. But there was a force that was compelling you to go to the party, and no it wasn’t Nancy. You think for a while to figure it out but all you could think of was Steve. Stopping in your tracks your eyes widen. It was Steve. After all this time you still did like him, even after that whole joke he played on you. You still liked him like an idiot. And oh how you hated yourself for loving him. Groaning you realize it, ‘why him’ you thought to yourself. You finally get to your front door and use the key to open it since your father was probably passed out on the couch at this point.

Slowly walking to your room you open it and the creak it lets out freaks your father out. “WHOS THERE?” He yells taking his gun out from his side. “Dad it’s me!” You respond yelling, putting your arms up into the air. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t scare me like that, ever again.” Nodding you walk into your room and close the door. Throwing on your pjs and putting on your Walkman you go to bed since your tired and want to get rid of these thoughts.

…

School was awkward the next day, Steve didn’t stop to talk to you and you didn’t hear Carol and Tommy make any comments. But the worst part was that Nancy looked worried. You saw at lunch how she didn’t look at ease, she was sitting with the other three and kept on looking into her lap playing with her hands. She saw you staring and stood up from her seat to talk to you.

‘Shit..’ you thought, straightening your back you place your crossed arms onto the table. “Hey Nance…” She looked way worse than you thought you saw, it was her eyes that showed how worried she was. “Hey y/n, I have a stupid question to ask- but have you seen Barb at all?” She asks sitting in the chair in front of you. “Oh no, I haven’t I’m sorry.” You state your mind drifting to many thoughts. First Will now her? That bald girl had something to do with this, she probably knew something. Nance nods and walks back to her seat; you could see Tommy and Carol glancing at you with bad looks. Steve on the other hand still had that dull look on his face from when you left last night. Sighing you go back to picking with your food until the bell rung.

…

You weren’t going to the game, it would have been a waste of time and plus none of your friends are going- Eddie and Josh were going to be doing who knows what with that band they have so you were going home. Close by you could see Steve and his friends talking to Jonathan. Well, picking on him rather than talking. Walking faster you try to stop Steve from picking on Jonathan.

“Hey!” You yell out to grab their attention. “Leave the kid alone.” Tommy and Carol laugh while Steve smirks looking at you. “Y/n! Nice to see you here..” he states holding photos in his hand. “Leave Jonathan alone, he’s dealing with a lot- not like you’d know.” Steve gets taken back by your comment, “What’s your problem?” He asks. Your problem? You were confused, all you were doing was helping a friend out. “My problem? What’s yours? You’re picking on someone that just lost a family member? That’s fucking low of you.” you state with Jonathan walking back a little.

Standing straight you try to grab the papers out of Steve’s hands and he rips them before you can get them. “What the hell man?” You yell trying to grab the ripped up papers. “You should be saying that to that freak you call your friend.” He states throwing them onto the ground. You look appalled by what he said. “You’re the fucking freak Steven.” He lets out a laugh and looks into your eyes, “Alright, and I really thought you were chill with me.” “I wasn’t ever chill with you.” You state bending down to grab the papers that were dropped before the wind picked them up.

Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Steve reach for Jonathan’s camera. Standing up you hand most of the papers to Jonathan and try to grab the camera from his hands. Steve pushes you back easily, “No no, let him get it himself.” Jonathan reaches his hand out for it then Steve drops it. A small gasp could be heard from you and you push Steve’s arm away from you. “Come on guys.” He states as his friends leave with him. Nancy’s the only one that stays, she bends down to pick up the rest of the papers but she takes them for herself. “Don’t worry about her dude..” you state handing him the photos, you had no clue what the photos were, they were ripped so it was hard for you to make it out.

…

Your dad came back late last night, he looked sad- too sad. “Dad, what happened?” You ask standing up from the couch. He looked like he didn’t want to talk, but he saw how worried you were. “They found the Byers kid..” he flat out stated. You couldn’t think anymore. “They found Will?” You say covering your mouth, tears already started forming from your eyes. Your dad gave you a tight hug, all you left like was shit. There’s no way they actually found him, it had to be fake- they didn’t just find him like that, there’s no way. All you wanted to do was hide into a small ball and call it a day.

…

Laying in bed all day your dad let you stay home from school today. He knew how close you were to Will, the kid saw you as an older sister. Still in shock from the news you turn on the TV and turn to a different channel that wasn’t the news. After a while your Walkie-Talkie could be heard from your room. It was Lucas’ voice.

Running to your room you grab the walkie-talkie and pull up the antenna. “Y/n? Do you copy?” He asks. “Yes I’m here, what do you need?” You sit onto your bed waiting for an answer. “There’s too much to explain, get over to Mike’s asap! Over and out!” He states, you could just imagine what the hell you’re needed there for.

…

“Okay, what is it?” You say sitting between Dustin and Lucas. “El’s trying to channel Will.” Dustin states, Mike’s eyes are only on the radio. You can hear mumbling, sounding exactly like Will. “Look!” Mike says looking at us now. You all listen closely until the sound goes out. “That could be anyone.” Lucas says throwing his hands into the air. “That sounded exactly like Will.” You were so confused with how this girl was able to do that. “How is she able to get to him.” You ask Mike, he grabs the game board you guys use for DND and flips it over. “This is where Will is,” He states putting his hand onto the middle part of the black board. You shrug not getting it. “He’s somewhere that’s dark and cold, but just like Hawkins. He’s like in some place called the upside down.” You nod, ‘Maybe this is where Barb is too…’

“Maybe Will is gone.” Lucas says and you all turn to look at him. “You guys saw what they took out of the water yesterday right? He’s gone.” Dustin rolls his eye, “Well maybe that’s just the government covering his death up!” “He’s gone!” Lucas retaliates. “Hey woah woah, no yelling.” You state covering both of your ears. Letting go, you tell them about Barb, “There was a party I went to last night, but I left when I saw these two kids there…” They look confused on why you’re saying this. “Nancy and her friend went there, but her friend Barb is now missing.” You say, “Maybe she’s also there with Will.” They see where you’re going with this.

“But Barb is a high schooler and Will is in middle school? That’s random, it doesn’t make any sense.” Dustin places a hand under his chin. “Maybe the upside down doesn’t take random people, it takes vulnerable people.” They nod, but Lucas still doesn’t believe it. “We need to get her to a stronger radio.” Mike says, Dustin shoots his head up. “The AV room!” You barely had any clue on what they were saying, nodding you stand up. “While you guys go ahead and do that, I’ll be going to Will’s “mourning service”…” you say with quotation marks, they smile and wave you a goodbye.

A/N: this chapter was more of a filler chapter in a way, not much happening- sorry about that!

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atmilliways · 10 months

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Wrong On The Money (27)

part 27 of ?? | 810 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Steve knows his hands are shaking, and he wants to stop them but he can’t. He’s also breathing too fast and his face feels like it’s crumpling, but he can’t fix that either.

27.

Steve knows his hands are shaking, and he wants to stop them but he can’t. He’s also breathing too fast and his face feels like it’s crumpling, but he can’t fix that either.

And he knew it, he knew that Eddie hates him. Why else would the guy think it was all to . . . to show off or something? It was stupid, even after all they’d been through, to think that might’ve changed. To think that “Big Boy” was anything more than temporary insanity, like his own overcompensating with Nancy and that six little nuggets speech.

The thing is, Steve had thought. He couldn’t help it. There’s this thing that happens when he throws himself between people and death—starting with Nancy, at the Byers’ house in ‘83, when he’d seen the bandage on her hand and pushed his way inside. It had extended to Jonathan as well when a monster dropped through the ceiling. Extended to Dustin when he got in his car the following year, and more of the other little gremlins as they came into his orbit. Steve started to care, and to his surprise they cared back.

So yeah, he’d assumed Eddie might too. That’s what this alternate dimension shit does, it makes you rely on the people in it with you, and with that comes . . . honestly, some of the best friends Steve has ever had. Friends he’s goddamn lucky to have.

But Eddie still hates him, the way Barb probably would’ve still hated him if she’d survived. It’s fine, he should have known to expect this, it should be fine.

(It’s not. Steve does want Eddie to look at him, he realizes, and not in a hateful way at all.)

He clenches his fists, digging his blunt nails into the heel of his palms, but in the end it’s the words that reel him back in. Eddie is talking again, rambling to put even Robin to shame.

Saying thank you for bridal carrying him out of hell. (As if a fireman's carry wouldn’t have been worse for Eddie’s injuries.)

Saying thank you for deciding to give him the money, and for using his being an asshole to trick him into taking it for Wayne’s sake. (An exaggeration. That made it sound clever, when Steve acted on impulse.)

Saying sorry for asking for interest, and that it was honestly all spent on Wayne’s medication, sworn on Dustin’s mother. (Judging people for how they spend money once they have it is something Steve used to do. He’s trying to not be like his dad anymore.)

Saying sorry for being a hypocrite, because he’s gay, and adding that Steve can spread that around if he wants because it’s not like Eddie’s reputation could get much worse. (Steve had kinda figured, but it’s nice to not have to assume.)

Saying sorry for being wrong.

At first Steve takes it all as lies to get him to stop making a scene. What other motivation could Eddie Munson possibly have? But the guy keeps going, and going, and going, and gradually it starts to sink in.

And Eddie keeps going like a runaway train. “Everything you did this past week is some of the most metal fucking shit I’ve ever seen in my life, man. Which I wouldn’t still have if you hadn’t dragged me in here and made them treat me. With what Dustin informed me was ‘the most badass temper tantrum ever,’ by the way.”

Steve almost chokes on a breath, managing in his surprise to get out a chuckle that only sounds half strangled. “Dustin said that?” he rasps.

“Oh yeah. Kid worships you, dude. It was kind of annoying, until . . . all this.” Eddie waves his hands around like they’re birds trying to launch themselves clear of his body. If it’s an attempt to get Steve to laugh, it doesn’t work.

But it’s a near thing.

Instead, Steve takes a deep breath and no longer feels an iron band constricting his chest anymore. He wiggles his fingers without any phantom pinprick sensations. The tension drains out of his limbs and he feels exhausted.

“Eddie?” he asks.

“Y-yeah?”

When he looks over, Eddie stares back with those big anxious Bambi eyes full of trepidation, as though he actually cares about what Steve’s about to say. Is it guilt? Is it trauma bonding and the solidarity of the matching bat bites on their torsos? Does it matter? Either way, it’s still care.

“Truce?” Steve offers.

There will be time for him to explain to Eddie about the panic and the nail bat he keeps in the trunk of his car, about Barb and wanting to be better. For now, he can bask in the smile that cracks across Eddie’s lips and the immediate “Yeah” he gets in return for the olive branch.

Maybe it will be fine. Maybe they can be friends.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie fic #steddie #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson

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taytrashmouth · 1 year

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She has your eyes

Steve Harrington x pregnant reader.

TW: accidental pregnancy, pregnancy at a young age, body shame from both the reader and Steve’s mother, self-consciousness, language, stress.

:readmore:

Steve was your high school boyfriend, you’d been together almost 4 years and it was great. Now at age 20 you were both out of school, studying, struggling and trying to find work.

Steve had decided he wanted to teach, he barely got into Hawkins University but he was studying hard while working at the family video with robin.

You were trying to peruse a career in writing, it was easy to write fiction when you dealt with inter-dimensional beings from time to time.

1986…this year things had not gone according to plan as per usual.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You whisper-yelled to yourself, tears filling your eyes. You were sitting in the tiny bathroom of the Winnebago staring down at a positive pregnancy test.

You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling almost sick. You were 20 you couldn’t do this.

You exited the bathroom and opened the door to see Steve and robin toasting with Molotov cocktails just outside.

“Robin.” You stated simply.

“Yeah?”

“Will you come here a second?” Your voice sounded urgent and so she followed you inside as you locked the doors and checked that all the drapes were closed.

“Y/n what is it?” She asked, looking concerned.

Tears filled your eyes once more.

“You’re really freaking me out right now n/n.” Robin spoke again as she pulled you into a hug.

“Steve and I had sex.” You stated blankly after pulling away.

“It’s been four years I should hope so, and ew.” Robin frowned.

“Robin-“ you held up the pregnancy test and her eyes widened.

“Shit! Holy shit!” She exclaimed.

“Holy shit.” You responded.

“You have a person inside of you, an actual person and it’s part dingus.” She exclaimed.

“I know!”

“And he’s right outside! And he-he doesn’t know, holy shit!”

“I’m 20, we’re 20 I can’t give birth, I barely have a tolerance for paper cuts, I can’t afford to pay rent now, let alone with a child, oh god! I have to take care of a person!” You started to panic.

“Calm down it’ll be fine.” Robins high pitch wasn’t convincing. “Steve likes kids right?”

“Yeah…I mean we’ve talked about it be it was always going to happen and was never happening now. I mean what if he hates me?”

“Then I’ll kick his ass, or get Eddie to do it, he’s probably stronger.” Robin joked. “Steve is probably gonna love you even more and you’re gonna be a good mom….and I vote you name it Robin.”

You smiled and fell into her arms again. The subject didn’t come up again until after the fight…after Eddie, max, everything.

You and Steve he’d just gotten home from visiting max.

“Steve.”

“Yeah?” He looked up at you after flipping down onto the couch.

You hesitated for a moment.

“I’m pregnant.” The words felt bitter on your tongue and the suspense felt worse.

He stared at you and you stared back.

“Steve?” You asked after a moment.

He just stood up.

“Steve?” You asked softer this time, about to cry.

He fell into you, engulfing you in a hug. You hugged back. When he pulled back to kiss you, tears were visible on his cheeks, you had never seen him cry.

“How long?” He asked.

“Well it’s longer than I thought…when the doctors checked me out after the fight he-he figured out I was pregnant and he said 2 months. I-I’ve only known for a week.” You rambled.

“T-two months?”

You nodded.

“You aren’t scared?” You asked.

“Oh no no, I’m terrified right now.” He shook his head and you both laughed. “But we’ll figure it out, we always do.”

You hugged him again. “Thank you.” You whispered.

“For what?” He asked in the same tone.

“Not hating me.”

“I couldn’t hate you if I tried, and besides this is like 60% my fault.” He joked and you laughed.

“It’s just once, we don’t need a condom…” you mimicked.

“I do not sound like that and I was drunk!” Steve exclaimed.

“Whatever, there’s a raspberry sized Steve Harrington inside of me right now and it’s all your fault.” You exclaimed.

A month had passed and you had started to show.

“Steve!” You called from the bathroom.

“What n/n?” He asked, his hair a mess from napping on the couch.

“You can see it.” You frowned.

“See what?” He asked.

You glared up at him and lifted your shirt.

His face lit up as he bent down.

“Holy shit!” He beamed. “Can I?” He asked and you nodded and he felt your stomach, it was almost firm-ish where it had grown.

“We’re having a baby.” He smiled and you smiled back.

“Yeah it’s not the only thing that’s growing…” you grumbled staring at Steve.

He frowned.

“My bra is starting to be way too tight and my shoes all suck and my jeans are slowly becoming too small!” You ranted.

“Your bra huh?” He smirked.

“Shut up.”

A few weeks later you walked into the living room with Steve looking through a baby book.

“Let’s get married!” He exclaimed.

“What?”

“Come on we live together, we’ve been going out four years, there’s a baby on the way? What to do you say?”

You smiled and thought for a moment before nodding. He jumped up and kissed you, holding your cheeks.

“By the way, now that you’re in a good mood uh- we have to go have dinner with my parents.” Steve blurted out.

Your mouth hung open.

“What a con! You propose so I’m happy, so that you can convince me to go!” You exclaimed.

Steve smiled. “Go get ready we’re leaving in an hour.”

“Asshole.” You mumbled as you walked to the bedroom to go get dressed.

“But you love me!?” He called.

“Mmmm.” You mumbled in response.

After a long hour of contemplating outfits and trying not to cry when nothing fit you, hating your body and managing to do your makeup, you had made it to the car.

“You think they’ll know?” You asked, looking at your slightly larger stomach.

“Well maybe…I don’t think so, I mean your showing but not enough to tell right?” Steve was unsure himself.

You had decided on a red dress, a stretchy one, still fancy though. It framed your slightly larger breasts and had a frill near the stomach, which you hoped distracted from the baby itself. You had squeezed your swollen feet into some heels, hoping not to draw suspicion.

“I’m sorry I’m making you come.” Steve sighed looking at the road.

“We have to tell them.” You shrugged.

“About the wedding or the baby?” Steve sighed.

“Both! I mean my mom already knows about the baby.”

“Yeah but I like your mom! My parents are such snobs and are always making these backhanded comments.” Steve sighed.

“We will survive one night, besides it’s not like we’re getting married anytime soon-“

“What!? Why not?” Steve frowned.

“First of all the financial aspect, we have a baby on the way, we can’t spend money on a wedding and second I won’t fit into a dress!” You half-laughed.

“No no! I wanna do it soon, before the baby.” Steve looked over at you. “ nothing big, outdoors, just our parents and our friends, and-I mean…”Steve paused.

“You mean..?” You smiled at the thought of being a Harrington, of being with Steve forever.

“I think you’ll look cute…” Steve’s cheeks were slightly red.

“At the wedding?” You frowned.

“With-with the bump.” Steve let out as he pulled into his old driveway.

You smiled. “You like me better pregnant don’t you?”

He looked down, smiling.

You just laughed, sort of surprised as you got out of the car holding your arms over your stomach as you walked to the door.

“You ready?” Steve asked.

“Never.” You shook your head as he rung the doorbell.

Almost immediately Steve’s father opened the door and Steve’s back straightened.

“Steven.” His father shook his hand and led him in.

“Y/n, you look…you look nice.” His smile was fake and suddenly you felt self-conscious.

The Harrington family had a way of doing that, suddenly making you worry about silly things….Steve was different.

Dinner was slow and awkward, laughing at Mr.Harrington sexist jokes and pretending to care about Steve’s mothers travel.

“Mom, dad-sir, I-We-we have something to tell you.” Steve spoke up after an awkward silence.

You shot him a nervous glance.

“Well go on Steven! Spit it out.” Mrs Harrington rolled her eyes.

“We-we’re engaged.”

They thought for a minute before smiling.

“Good! Steven finally! I thought you would never try live a normal life.” His mother laughed.

“Oh well, congratulations, when will the wedding be?” His father asked.

“We haven’t-“ Steve started but you interrupted him.

“Soon, we want to do it soon, in the summer maybe, a small ceremony-“ you explained as Steve smiled that you had liked his idea from the car.

“What’s the rush, that’s barely anytime to plan?” His mother asked.

“Well-“

“It’s because I’m pregnant.” You blurted out.

His mother screamed in joy and stood up, pulling you out of your seat.

“Our first grandchild! Oh how wonderful! I was worried you were just getting fat!” She laughed as your smile faltered slightly. “I definitely wasn’t expecting it so soon but this!” She exclaimed.

“Congratulations, I’m sure you two will make fine parents.” His father stated.

After a long evening of Steve arguing that you wouldn’t come stay with them and that you didn’t want their money you had finally escaped.

The next two months were spent reading books on baby’s, planning the wedding, dress shopping with robin and Nancy, getting excited about having a girl and watching Steve get all excited too.

You had been writing and Steve had picked up extra shifts, continuing studying. The apartment looked better than ever after spending money on decent furniture and decorating the spare room and Turing it into a nursery.

Six months pregnant and finally it was two weeks before the wedding.

“Okay so who’s all coming?” Steve asked.

“Robin and max as my bridesmaids, Dustin and Eddie as your best men, although Eddie might have to sit or lean on something, he says he’s fine but he’s still healing-“

“N/n, he’s fine, and I still can’t believe robin is your maid of honor and not my best woman…continue.”

“Okay then there’s Nancy, Jonathan, el, mike, will, Lucas, Erica, Joyce and hopper, and my mom.” You finished.

Steve’s face fell slightly.

“Steve? I’m sorry your parents aren’t coming…” you half-smiled.

“They’re douches anyway, but I don’t know, I just feel like they should be there, you know?” He sighed.

“I know, I wish my dad was coming to walk me down the aisle.” You hugged him as best you could.

Your father had died in 85, he was flayed.

Steve rubbed your back.

“Getting hard to hug you….mom.” He smirked as you smacked his arm.

“I’m not that huge, am I?” You pouted.

“I’m afraid you are babe, but it’s a good thing, you’re keeping her healthy.” Steve smiled and you groaned, you’d been in denial for a few days.

You were huge, it looked as though you were having twins…it sucked. And it was only the sixth month, the doctor said you were only going to get bigger from here.

“I hate being pregnant.” You sighed.

“I like it.” Steve shrugged.

“No you don’t! That’s something you men say to make the hormonal pregnant woman happy!” You exclaimed.

“No I’m serious! I love having to help you out all the time, cheering you up when your sad, holding your hair back when you’re morning sick, watching the bump grow- I thought you looked cute a month ago with the little bump but I actually- I actually think I like you like this, like a mom…like a lot,” Steve smiled.

You had tears in your eyes, it was partially The hormones and partially that Steve was perfect.

“I love you.” You began crying.

“I love you more.” He whispered into your hair as he hugged you from behind this time, so he could properly be close to you.

“Go get the wedding file.” Steve gestured to the coffee table.

“Why me? I’m the one carrying a living thing.” You asked.

“Cause I like your little waddle.” He smirked as you turned around.

You were slightly offended. “My walk has not turned into a waddle!”

“I’m afraid it has.” He sighed.

It was the day of the wedding and the phone at hoppers cabin rang. You were all getting ready there as the ceremony was in the field just outside the cabin.

“Oh bride! It’s for you!” Robin handed you the phone.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry n/n.” Your mothers voice on the other end was crying.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” You sat up straighter.

“I can’t make it-I-I’m so sorry.”

Your heart sunk. “Oh-um-well that’s okay-“

“It’s not y/n! It’s just a patient has gone into labor and I’m the only one who can do it-“ she sobbed.

“Mom-really it’s fine, do what you need to do.” You spoke.

“I’m really sorry.”

“I’ll see you soon, it’s really okay. Bye mom.”

“What was that?” Nancy asked.

“My mom can’t make it.” You shrugged, obviously sad but you understood.

“Oh I’m so sorry y/n.” Nancy hugged you.

“Really it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” You smiled.

“Okay well let’s get you ready then!” Robin smiled and you returned it.

While el wore a light pink floral dress and pink eyeshadow on, max and robin wore their pale, sage green bridesmaids dresses, robin and max had both curled their hair, and Nancy had helped decorate maxes wheelchair with flowers.

Nancy had straightened her hair to make a natural wave, she was wearing a short, pale purple dress.

Your wedding dress barely zipped up, but it still fit, the top was a floral design that continued down your arms and stopped just above the bump while the skirt flowed down to your ankles, the same floral design fading down the skirt. Everything perfectly white.

El cut the stems of white flowers for your hair, while Nancy curled it and robin did your makeup.

“So y/n Harrington, huh?” Max smiled.

You smiled too, trying to keep still. “You know I pictured myself getting married at like…30, and definitely not pregnant.”

“Yeah but you always knew it was Steve, you had a crush on him for forever before you two got together!” Robin laughed.

“I did not!”

“Eddie!” Robin yelled with a makeup brush hovering near your cheek, shortly after Eddie entered the room.

“You ladies are looking especially elegant, what’s the occasion?” He joked.

“Eddie how long had n/n liked Steve?” Robin asked.

“Oh years before they hooked up man! Like forever!” Eddie let out.

“Ha!”

“Oh shut up.” You frowned.

“It’s true.” Robin smiled as Eddie left.

“How’re you feeling?” Nancy asked gesturing to your bump and she and el arranged the flowers in your hair.

“Scared, more than anything.” You nervously laughed.

“Can I feel?” El asked and you nodded, she was endlessly fascinated with the baby, she loved feeling it stir or kick.

“I should be scared, he wants six of these things.” You let out.

“Holy shit is he trying to start an apocalypse?” Max exclaimed.

“That’s what I said.”

“I can see the headline now, Dingus uprising! The Harringtons are coming!” Robin laughed.

“You are all done mrs Harrington.” Nancy smiled as you looked in the mirror.

You took a deep breath and smiled.

About an hour later the ceremony was about to start, Steve was already standing by the altar and Hopper and Joyce were on their way down.

“Hop!” You called.

“Yeah kid?” He turned around.

“Do you mind coming here for a sec, I just-Steve can’t see me it’s bad luck or whatever. “

He walked up onto the porch.

“Do you think- do you think you could maybe walk me.” You let out.

“Walk you?”

“Down the aisle.”

He looked shocked.

“You don’t have to it’s just, you’ve taught me so much and my parents can’t be here, and you’re as close as so-“

“Of course I’ll walk you.” He smiled softly.

“Thank you.” You mouthed.

As you walked down the small aisle that was covered in white petals, your arm linked with hoppers.

You saw your closest friends in the audience and smiled, a little teary already, seeing Steve in his black tuxedo with his sage tie. And Dustin with his hair slicked back and Eddie with his tied in a low bun.

You made it to the front of the gorgeous outdoor set up, flowers and lights everywhere. It was perfect.

When it came to reading your vows you listened to Steve’s words so carefully.

“Y/n, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, inside and out, you are kind, and you care so much about everyone and everything and I love that about you. I see the way your smile lights up the room and makes my heart skip three beats. We’ve been through almost everything together. I come home everyday feeling so bad about life and tired from work, and you always manage to bring me back to life, to make me laugh, to talk so much I forget I’m even upset because looking at you is the cure, being with you, and loving you is the cure. You are my light in the dark and somehow even while carrying a whole other life inside of you, you still manage to do all these things. You’re my forever.”

By now you were fully crying, and thanked robin for insisting on using waterproof makeup.

When Steve kissed you, he really kissed you and when you danced that night he made sure you were comfortable, when robin and Dustin gave their speeches he laughed and held your hand. Everything was perfect.

“I can’t say I’ve known Steve his whole life, partly because I am only half his age, and partly because when I met Steve he was an asshole of the highest order.” Dustin started and everyone chuckled. “But as he and y/n started to get closer, started to become close, she brought out a kindness And a life in his eyes that nobody had ever seen before. I’m friends with both of these incredible people and I mean it completely when I say they bring out the best in each other. To Steve and y/n.”

Everyone toasted as robin stood up and spoke.

“Steve and I only became friends about a year ago, and although close…y/n will always be my favorite.”

Steve made an offended face before laughing with the rest.

“I’ve known y/n since we were about five and out of all the dinguses she’s gone out with you’re the best dingus. However I found an old note she left in my locker, back in the forth grade and I thought I should let the groom know. ‘Rob’ I can’t believe it! I kissed Eddie Munson! I’m in love with him! He’s in a band and I’m going to marry him!’ “ robin read and everyone laughed as you’re cheeks turned slightly pink as you laughed too.

Steve pretended to be offended as he joked with you, Eddie winked at you from across the table smiling.

“I was so shocked when I read that letter and I remember talking about it for weeks…I just thought that Steve should know her heart belongs to another. To the newlyweds!” Robin laughed again.

“It’s true.” You shrugged and Steve smiled as he rested his head on yours.

Lucas danced with max as well as he could, Dustin had kindly invited El to dance with him as she was all alone because will had eventually convinced mike to dance, both of them blushing like crazy.

Jonathan was taking photos, Eddie let Erica dance with him, hopper an Joyce danced too while robin and Nancy talked with you and Steve.

When you through the bouquet of white over your head, will had jokingly caught it and gave mike a smile, while mike blushed like an idiot.

However a flower had flown out of the bouquet and robin had caught that. She laughed.

“Yeah right.” She smiled. Nancy took a deep breath before she grabbed robins cheeks and pulled her in to her lips.

As they broke away everyone was smiling knowingly at them.

3 months later, you were bigger than ever, you could barely sleep and your back was aching, needless to say when you went into labor, although terrified you were sort of relieved.

16 hours of sweat and tears, pushing and absolute exhaustion, the little girl was finally born.

Steve was so supportive, he held your hand and let you squeeze it as hard as you needed, he kept saying how much he loved you, and even though he was so panicked you were glad you didn’t miss the look on his face when he saw her.

After cleaning everything up and moving you out of the operating room, you finally got to hold your baby again, you had held her briefly just after she was born but it was too quick.

“We made this.” You smiled exhaustively at Steve.

“Yeah.” He smiled sitting next to your bed.

“You wanna hold her for a while.” You asked and he nodded.

You carefully handed her to Steve and he held her so carefully and he almost looked worried.

“She’s so small.” He stated, looking a little teary.

“She’ll grow.”

He smiled down at her.

“You know what to name her?” You asked.

“Robin?” He smirked and you laughed softly.

“I have an idea, what about willow?” Your eyes were closing slowly from exhaustion.

“Willow.” He repeated.

“We used to talk under the willow tree on the field, there’s one outside our apartment, there was a willow tree at the wedding…” you explained.

“She looks like a willow.”

You smiled at Steve and willow.

“Willow Harrington.” You whispered.

“The plus side is my parents will hate it.” Steve joked.

“Yeah.”

“She has your eyes.” You slurred as you drifted to sleep.

And at that moment Steve needed nothing more, this was his forever.

#stranger things #st4 fanfic #y/n #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #will byers #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve st4 #byler #mike wheeler #eleven #pregnant #pregnancy

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urimaginespimp · 3 years

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A Half-naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas.

Bucky x Reader with fever.

Thank you @daredarling for the “you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you” idea.

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You should’ve known better than to race Sam under a thunderstorm last night. Waking up the next morning, you had a massive headache, your muscles felt sore, and you were shivering.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes says you’re half an hour late in training.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke, making you groan and bring your comforters above you.

“Tell him to fuck off.” you muffled under the sheets.

Barnes… He has been nothing but a pain in the ass to you. To this day, you don’t know what you’ve done for him to dislike you this much. And as if his snarky comments and glares thrown your way wasn’t enough, Steve actually paired you both for missions and trainings.

If he wasn’t so handsome you would’ve cut him already. If Steve allowed you.

Loud bangs hit your door outside. “Y/L/N you’re already 30 minutes late! That’s 5 laps extra for you!” You could hear the irritation lacing his voice.

Maybe if you ignore him long enough, the pest would go away.

“I know you’re in there!” He followed up after you ignored him.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up, with the blankets still wrapped around you, and weakly waddled your way to your door, not bothering to open up your curtains. Opening the door, A frowning Bucky was looking down on you. If you weren’t feeling so shitty, you would’ve snickered at his expression.

“Barnes why are you so obsessed with me?” your cracked voice barely managed to finish asking.

He was observing you from head to toe, noting how pale you are, and shivering under a huge comforter despite that your AC was off.

“You’re stupid.” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Well, you’re not that sma-”

“Will you shut up and go back to bed? You look like you’re about to drop dead any second now.” He interrupted you, his face still stern with no emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back and weakly made your way back over to bed, pausing to groan as you remembered you forgot to close the door.

“If you’re still there, could you please close the door.” it almost pained you to even be so polite to him but you blame it to being sick.

Finally managing to lie back down, you stared up the ceiling when you heard the door finally shut gently. Sighing, you were about to let sleep take over you when something caught the corner of your eye.

Bucky was by the closed door, taking his shirt off over his head. You let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“You’re sick.” he replied nonchalantly, while kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his sweatpants and socks.

“And taking off your clothes is supposed to make me feel better?!” you were trying to support yourself with your elbow, facing his way. “And I meant that you close the door before leaving.”

“I don’t want to die of heat while taking care of you.” he replied in a duh tone before entering your bathroom to fetch some warm water in a basin.

You were still trying to process what he was getting at when he finally went back out, now basin with steaming water in hand.

“You got a clean towelette I can use?” has asked as he placed the basin on the foot of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s by the third dra- what the hell are you doing again?” you caught yourself as he was opening your drawers. “Because if you’re trying to kill me, doing it while I’m defenseless is just beneath you.”

“Didn’t think your IQ could get any lower but you’re sick so I’ll let this pass.” He rolled his eyes before soaking the cloth on the water. “I’m nursing you. Now lay flat and still so the cloth won’t fall off that forehead of yours.” he instructed, again sounding so casual.

You followed his orders before realizing that this whole ordeal was still very weird. “I’m sorry, I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He went by your head and placed the cloth on your forehead, making you sigh at the warmth it brought your chilling form. “Steve will have my head if he finds out I knew you’re sick and let you die.”

You stared at him deadpan.

“And partners are supposed to be taking care of each other.” he muttered, making the side of your mouth twitch.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you.” he lightly threatened when he noticed your mouth twitch.

“Fair enough. And I should probably tell you that I’m prone to get mentally confused when I have fevers which is a normal symptom, but just letting you know in case I start saying something nice.” you chuckled.

He went over your mini fridge and opened a bottle of water to drink.

You look at him, noticing that he was starting to sweat a lot from the heat. His skin was glistening making you mentally kick yourself from staring.

“You got underwear?” you found yourself asking, making him choke on his drink.

“What?”

“I-I’m just saying i-if you’re that hot, you can just take off your sweatpants and I won’t mind.”

“You’re saying I’m hot?” he chuckled, having fun twisting your words, making you flush. “Hey, color’s back on your face. Maybe I should get you all flustered more.” he teased further.

“Shut up Barnes, I meant that the room’s too hot for you because the AC is off. You’re sweating like a pig.”

“Save the excuses, Y/N. You won’t mind if I’ll just be in my boxers?” he smirked at you as he took his socks off and started working on untying the strings of his sweats.

“Puh-lease, Barnes, it may come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen enough men in boxers. You’re not that…”

You trailed off what you were going to say when you noticed that this was a different kind of boxers. Why were they so tight?

You thought he meant boxer shorts, not boxer briefs. Dammit.

“I’m not that…?” He asked.

“I forgot. Fever brain.” You shrugged, diverting your eyes away from him. “Anyway, why are you so nice to me? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” He contradicts, placing his hands on his hips.

“Uh, yeah you do.” you paused to let out a cough. “You always make fun of me or provoke me in front of everyone else.”

“And how do I treat you when we’re alone, especially in missions?” he raised his brows at you, expecting that you’ll put two and two together.

“A lot nicer actually.” You muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that the team keeps insisting I have a crush on you.” he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would they even think that?” you chuckled.

“It’s Sam’s fault. He tricked me.”

“What?”

“He was being all hypothetical, saying what if I was only allowed to date someone from the team and who would I choose. And I uh… may have said I’d choose you. And everyone else heard.” He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

It was your turn to smirk at him. “And why me?”

“Stop that. You look like a smirking corpse.” he snapped at you defensively and cleared his throat. “It’s just that you were actually really nice to me when we met. Didn’t feel like you were masking apprehensiveness like everybody did when I first got here.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” you had the courage to tease him, seeing how flustered he got from telling the story.

“This is not how you treat your nurse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, a nurse in his underwear. Very ethical. And I’m not your supervisor, but I think brooding is not advisable.”

“And now as your nurse, I would advise you to quit talking and get some sleep.” he playfully glared at you. “I’ll be by the chair to constantly check on your temperature and replace the cloth on your forehead.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Barnes. I’m starting to think the team’s right.”

“Ma’am flirting with patients and vice versa is frowned upon. Now sleep.”

“Fine.”

——–

While you were finally snoozing for over an hour, gentle knocks were heard on your door.

Standing up from his chair, Bucky quickly made his way over the door to prevent more knocks from disturbing your sleep, forgetting that he was still only in his boxer briefs.

Opening it slowly, he was met with three pairs of wide eyes belonging to Steve, Sam, and Nat.

“Hey you guys, could you keep it down? Y/N is getting some rest.”

“Uhuh… I bet she needs it.” Sam replied slowly, still wide-eyed, noting how Bucky’s slightly sweaty.

“So… when did this happen?” It was Steve’s turn to speak up.

“Oh, just this morning. She was running late and I came here with the intention of punishing her for it but I ended up taking care of her.” He explained in a low voice, still oblivious to how their teammates were getting a totally different idea.

“Woah.” Nat muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, I guess her muscles are all sore because she was moving so weakly, and her voice is all hoarse now when she talks, and -”

“Look we’re happy for you, but TMI, Buck! TMI.” Steve cut him off and the three of them scrambled away from your room, with Sam muttering he didn’t need the unwelcomed visuals, and Nat screaming for Wanda.

Now left alone and confused by the doorway, he was trying to figure out why they reacted that way when it finally clicked.

“Fuck.” he whisper-yelled, knowing that the teasing was about to get worse.

——–

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Soooo there are many fics where reader makes steve jealous and it ends in rogh possesive fcking.. but what if steve tries to make reader jealous and it totally backfires and she becomes extremely insecure?? But please with a fluffy ending because my poor heart can’t handle anything less 🥺🥺

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"Um... yes?" You asked as you brought down the hand which was holding out a twenty dollar bill - since you thought it was the pizza you've been waiting for, for like the past half an hour, and not a blond, six feet and some inches,tall super soldier.

"Hi... doll," he smiled.

"My name's Y/N," you corrected him as you frowned, so fed up of men undermining you by calling you such 'sweet' nicknames. You knew Captain Rogers wasn't like that, but still you couldn't have him getting any ideas.

"Right," he cleared his throat as he repeated your name. "Sorry," he said with a toothy grin, which almost made your heart melt.

"How did you get my address, Captain?"

"Tony gave it to me. I would've asked you at work... but I wanted to do this the right way."

"Do what?" you quirked a brow.

"Um, I maybe people aren't as formal nowadays," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "But I can't really change who I am... not so late in life anyway," he cringed as he realised he was pretty rambling then, taking a deep breath he gathered enough courage, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, as my date, to the valentines party this Sunday."

You hummed at that, considering it because damn if Rogers wasn't convincing. Even when he wasn't as authoritative and dominating as he is when he puts on the suit.

It would be nice to be courted and treated nicely, and to not have to put up with the shit most men try to pull with you, you were sure Rogers would show you the time of your life. Besides, only an idiot would say no to him.

"No." You said with a finality that left no room for debate. "Is that all?"

"Uh... I... yes..." he stammered, not exactly prepared to be turned down so bluntly. "Can I ask why?"

"I don't shit where I eat."

"What?" his eyebrows cutely scrunching up.

You just knew you must've touched a nerve with your crass language. Tony, your boss, had told you about Cap and his 'language' incident.

"I don't date people at work... it can get complicated," you explained as he nodded.

It wasn't a complete lie. You didn't want to be known as the 'easy' girl or have others gossip about you. But that would be a sacrifice you'd willing make for someone like Steve. Who'd dare make fun of the Captains girl anyway?

You had been smitten with him from the moment you saw him, learning about his bravery and sacrifice as a kid you looked upto him and respected him, but when you met him in real life... you were a complete goner. Your stomach did somersaults every time he touched you, or hell even looked your way.

You tried your best to flirt, which was basically you stuttering and trying to make small talk whenever you had a chance to talk to him. Since he was born almost a century ago he would probably be offended if you were the one to make the first move.

You continued your back and forth for weeks before he told you about her. That he'll be visiting her over the weekend. You simply nodded, having a vague idea of who Peggy Carter was but not of what she went to Steve.

After some research you found out that she was an old flame of his, someone he couldn't marry and build a life with because he was frozen for decades. Upon seeing her many qualifications, and just how freaking brilliant she was, you knew one thing.

You may not be as smart as her, but you knew that you could never measure upto a woman that incredible. Someone Steve still visits after all these years. You were already afraid that he was out of your league but now you were sure of it.

"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to know.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he shoved his hands in his pockets, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, "It's just that you used to talk to me all the time... and now it seems as if you're ignoring me. Is it because of something I did? Whatever it is I never meant to hurt you," he swore.

You sighed. "It's nothing you did, really. I just realized how incompatible we are. I hope you find the one you're looking for, someone who'll make you happy and give you the world. It just won't be me."

You didn't let him say anything closing your door instantly as you kept your tears at bay.

At the valentines party

"Cap," Tony said, slapping a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I thought you'd have her on your arm tonight. What happened?"

Referring to his assistant. He wanted to play cupid this once, since it was the season of love, he wanted to see his idiot friends happy. He was sure you both would be disgustingly smooching and all cute at the party. But not only had you both shown up separately, you seemed to be actively ignoring Steve.

"She uh... rejected me," he said, looking down into his glass of whiskey. It didn't do much for him but it helped him blend in.

"Ouch," Tony winced, "I was sure she would go for you. But I guess I have been wrong before," he shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She goes all heart eyes whenever you're around. But I guess that's nothing unique since that's just how most women act around you," he scoffed. "You should read all the love letters you got today. I was going through them, you have quite a passionate fanbase of people who want to... what was it..." he pretended to think hard about it. "Yes, 'ride your bicep', I don't understand the physics of how on earth that would work, but I am intrigued."

"Tony," Steve rolled his eyes as he always does when he's around the billionaire. "I don't really care about all of them... they don't know me. I only care about her and I don't know why she said no, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Whoa, you're accepting defeat so soon? Where's that I-can-do-this-all-day attitude?"

"This isn't a war, Tony. If she doesn't see me that way... then there isn't much I could do."

"Maybe she's just playing hard to get. There's absolutely no way to really know what goes on in womens heads, Rogers. They're so smart and sneaky... it's kinda scary actually."

"I don't think she'd play games..."

Tony had gotten distracted pretty quickly and left Steve alone to pout and only appreciate your beauty from afar. You had worn a pink dress with red hearts on it, and for some reason, you got more beautiful every time he looked at you.

"Hello."

He jerked when he heard the foreign voice, looking at the blonde woman next to him, with her hand out, he shook it just to be polite.

"I'm Crystal," she smiled, flashing her sparkly white teeth.

"I'm Steve."

"Of course I know who you are!" she laughed, "You're Captain America, everyone knows you," she playfully hot his bicep before squeezing it, "Oh my... you must work out a lot."

"Uh... yeah..." he nodded. He could never get used to how people perceived him so differently.

"There is something I need to know really bad," Crystal blinked as she looked up at him, "Do you wear underwear in those suits? They seem really tight, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

"Oh, um... we just sort of..."

You had never looked at yourself as a jealous person. Maybe things were different when it came to Steve... he was a pretty special guy.

When you looked at him, talking to some girl, dancing with her, laughing and having fun with her, it was as if you were on fire from simmering rage, at the same time you could feel your heart breaking in a million pieces.

You knew it was wrong. You had no claim to him, he can do whatever he wants. If you said no to him then it makes perfect sense that he seeked out someone else.

You just had to get away for some fresh air, so you wouldn't abandon all class and pull the girls hair and drag her away from your Steve.

You yelped when you heard him call out your name.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him staring at you, his brows scrunched up, he looked so worried. But why?

"What're you doing here? You'll catch a cold, doll," he takes off his blazer, putting it over your shoulders and then groaning when he realised his slip up.

"Right, sorry, old habits die hard. I won't call you that again, I promise," he said, crossing his finger over his heart.

"No... I think it's kinda sweet. No ones ever had such an endearing petname for me. I do like it."

"Oh," he frowned, "it's just that you said you didn't."

Tony, of all the people in the whole universe, was right. There was no understanding women.

"I guess I lied..."

"Why?"

"Um..." You were at a loss of words and nervous. Steve wouldn't tolerate lies, and you didn't want him to hate you. "It was easier to do that then tell you the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"I do like you... a lot. But I don't want to live in someone else's shadow. And I just think the whole thing would end in a disaster..."

"What're you talking about, Y/N?"

"Peggy. Your first and only love. I can't measure upto her, not in my wildest dreams, there's no use trying."

"Why would you have to measure upto Peggy?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn't really come up with an answer. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I did have feelings for her, but that was a long time ago. I'm happy she lived her life, it just wasn't meant to be."

"So, you're not still in love with her?"

"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked you out if I was."

"Well, what about Crystal? You were practically glued to her the entire evening!" you huffed as you stomped your foot. Mad at your own stupidity. You could've simply told him the truth and asked for a straight answer. "I have to warn you, she had was pretty crazy in the last season."

"Last season?"

"Mm-hm, the last season of her reality show, I've seen all eight seasons. Maybe they just amp up the drama, maybe she isn't actually crazy, I wouldn't know," you shrugged.

"Doll," he smirked, circling a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, "are you jealous?"

"I am not!" you gasped, looking away from his eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I don't want anyone but you. Why would I? You're goddamn perfect. And... I want you to be my girl."

"I guess I don't really have a reason to say no now..." you murmured, your face still flustered as you played with the buttons on his shirt before he tilted your chin up to make you look at him, placing his lips over yours in the most tender of kisses.

"Got the job done, Tones... I'm pretty sure I saw him go after her, I have to say though, you look at Captain America, and you really don't expect him to be that awkward..." Crystal said as she sipped on her gin and tonic. "You owe me."

Tony only hummed, not too happy about being indebted to someone, but you both needed a necessary push in the right direction.

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yourmcu · 3 years

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Birthday

Pairings: The Avengers x reader

Summary:

It’s your birthday and the team gets creative on how to surprise you, putting their acting skills to the test.

Word count: 2,350

A/n: just a little something because,, well,, it’s my birthday *runs away* also it’s cheesy, hopefully it makes sense lmao

Warnings: uhhh brief mention of explosion? mostly fluff

The Avengers wanted to get creative for your birthday this year. For the few years they've known you they picked up on things about you. One, you paid no mind to your birthday at all and just considered it a normal day like the rest of the 365, Tony took note that you hated parties, at least the really big ones, something that involved only the team would be good.

Okay, you sound like a party pooper, but that isn't the case; it's not a crime to just... not want to have a grand celebration, right? And people singing the 'happy birthday' song to you too while you just sit there in silence. It's awkward, you once told Natasha. It’s also awkward and hard for you to receive presents even though that’s what birthdays are all about, you’re still getting used to it since you knew someone like Tony Stark.

Well, the team think you're an amazing friend and they all treat you like family. They're so glad they met someone like you.

You're immediately called to the conference room on that day. Only to find the team arguing and pointing fingers at one another.

You kinda just slot in, sitting on the chair you usually sit on whenever there's a meeting or mission briefing. Glancing around, you try and find out what they're fighting about.

Security. Suits. Brief mention of Ultron. Rhodey busying himself with phones, probably making a lot of calls. Natasha and Clint talking among themselves, only raising their voice whenever they're included in the conversation which mainly consisted of Tony and Steve arguing.

"Suit up, get the jet ready." Steve dismisses but before he could walk out himself you raise your hand.

"Hey, sorry, I just woke up," you say sheepishly but coolly at the same time. "What happened, is everyone supposed to go? Can I read the file?" Because if this is an Avengers-level threat that required everyone, you'd want to know all about it.

His sharp and expression softens slightly when he looks at you. "No file, I'm afraid. Some of the compound's security protocols have been compromised, someone hacked in." He proceeds to tell you how they particularly had interest in Bruce and Tony's lab so the other rooms were untouched.

Apparently, they took blueprints and materials, maybe a handful of Tony's suits.

But if you think about it, those two carelessly letting the security to their lab loose? Highly unlikely...

You push the thought to the back of your mind and nod when Steve tells you to get ready. Stark tech can be dangerous in the wrong hands, after all. Let alone the Iron Man suits.

Fortunately, those things have trackers. Leaving you to wonder again why those idiots don't even try and take them off so they won't tracked?

Sat on the floor of the jet while everyone was strangely quiet but once again you didn't pay any mind, you sharpen a few of your knives. Natasha sat on a stool near you, idly picking her nails. An hour into the flight you furrow your brows and look around.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Yes," Tony states quickly and a matter-of-factly. They all share glances before he continued. "It's the tension. Sorry. My fault."

"It's not your fault, Tony," Bruce starts.

"I'm sorry, to whom were those stolen suits again?" Steve speaks up as well and you could tell it's gonna be a full blown argument again.

"Now hold on just a second-" Tony faces the super soldier to counter.

You merely blink, not expecting a simple question to turn out like this. Clint just glances from the pilot's seat and Natasha almost cracks a smile by the look of your face. If only you knew it was all fake, all planned. But what does she know? You're a spy too, maybe you've figured out what they're up to and decided to play along.

Sad to say you're still oblivious. Maybe the fact that you only slept three hours last night is one case. You wanted nothing more than your bed right now.

Heck, not one of them wished you a happy birthday but you didn't notice at all.

Tuning out their bickering you sit down next to Natasha who's the only one not in the argument.

"I haven't seen Wanda all day," you say and she turns her head to face you. "Or Sam, or Bucky."

"Probably not back from their mission." Natasha answers promptly.

You frown at that. "Steve made this sound like an Avengers-level threat, and it is, shouldn't they be here?"

You don't wait for a response, opening up a globe-shaped hologram that shows where the jet, represented by a blinking dot. Your eyes slightly widen when you see the target location which is one of the places you've been dying to visit your whole life.

Maybe it's just a coincidence. You definitely didn't expect to visit it for the first time on a mission though.

Natasha clears her throat. "Hey, have you read the book I gave you?" She subtly closes the globe up when she catches your attention.

You shake your head bashfully. "You know I'm a slow reader. Give me two months then I'll come back to you." You laugh. Natasha smiles and tells you to take your time. "Have you read the book I gave you?"

"I loved it."

"I knew you would!" You say excitedly and the next few moments you discuss about the specific book. She's just glad you didn't ask any further questions about the location.

All of you split up once you reach the base but Rhodey and Bruce stay in the jet as backup. The place reminded you so much of the old Avengers tower, only with darker themes. You're paired with Clint who you follow to the side of the building, with surprisingly no cautiousness. He just... ran in, entrance deserted of guards.

You all had a digital, tech checklist to see what was stolen including all the suit names. So far you've searched two drawers now and still no sign of any agent or guard. But it's weird since the others are clearly doing their part on their floors. Thuds, footsteps and sometimes banging sounds could be heard all around.

“Finally," you mutter when you hear footsteps behind you, spinning around so suddenly to surprise your enemy and take him down with ease. You raise an eyebrow when they don't put up a fight at all.

Clint was in front of a computer when you peek in to one of the rooms but he waves you off. "I'll meet you on the next floor. This'll take a second."

"One suit on the roof!" you hear Steve grunt through your earpiece.

"Remember to remove the arc reactor, that'll shut them down for sure." Bruce reminds through everyone's comms.

You hear Tony let out a noise. "Might have a problem with that, Banner, they're all reprogrammed."

Expecting the man with seven Ph. D's to worry, it only took him a minute to respond back. "It's your tech. I don't believe they could do that completely especially having them for only twelve hours."

"In that case," Tony sighs. "There should be a kill switch under one of their reactors."

"Which one?" Natasha grunts.

The deafening silence from Tony's line explains it.

You fight your way though the thugs which again, don't put up a fight. Sometimes you throw one punch and they're out cold, leading you to believe the intense training Bucky insisted you do worked. The only tough ones were the Iron Man suits themselves.

Ripping out the arc reactors wasn't easy. You had to use all you force. On the second one you encounter it got the upper hand and blasts you through a wall, the impact sending sharp pain to your head and back.

You hear metal thumping of a suit so you get back up and attempt to get your hands on the Iron Man in front of you.

"Hey, hey. Same team. Look," Tony grips on your wrists and lifts his mask up. "You alright?"

“Yeah," you pant, relaxing a bit. "Yeah. One of them got m-"

"We just discovered a bomb, northwest," Clint says. By ‘we’ he means him and Natasha. The redhead speaks right after. “Two and a half minutes. How many suits left, Friday?”

"Only one more suit is fully functional."

You get out of Tony's hold and sprint up the stairs. "I got it."

He smiles to himself. The plan is all coming to place.

As soon as you enter the room you dodge a blast from the much bulkier Mark XVI. Of course they'd want to make the stealth suit more powerful. You launch yourself towards it, stomping on an arm while trying to dodge blasts from the the other one.

"Y/N! Fifty seconds!" Steve shouts in your earpiece.

You could've just jumped out, leaving the compromised suits here to be blown up but being under pressure made you panic and set your only goal to find the switch.

The suit could still set off a blast from the arc reactor so you couldn't really get your hands on it without losing a freaking arm.

"Get out of there!”

But you didn’t have enough time. So you just curl into a ball against the wall, accepting your fate.

A pop did go off. Loud, but you didn't feel yourself torn into pieces right after. You also heard a bunch of aye’s and oh’s. Redwing whirs by to your head to drop off a birthday hat.

"Happy Birthday!”

Your eyes fly open. Turns out the only thing inside Mark XVI was confetti. Natasha walks over to you to inspect and make sure you're alright.

"What the hell?" Your eyes widen at her, then at everyone. Sam and Bucky were now standing with them, smiling at you amused.

"I think she's in shock.”

“You think?”

Steve glares at Tony with a hint of amusement. "I told you it would be too much."

"Trust me she prefers something like this instead of a big party. Don't you, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" You take off the hat and clutch it between your hands, appreciating Natasha rubbing your back as you try to collect yourself. "How is none of this real?"

"We basically faked a mission for you." Rhodey says.

You look around all the rubble. "This building, the people, suits-"

"Bought the place," Tony states. "Hired stuntmen, did a few tweaks on the suits...”

"God, why would you do that?" You bury your face in your hands, not knowing if you should be laughing or crying. "I punched those guys!"

"They'll be fine, they signed up for it."

You gently get up and brush off some confetti off your knees.

"But back at the compound... you guys were yelling at each other and during the whole thing you all sounded serious," you point out. "Was that all part of the act?"

Especially when that 'bomb' was about to go off. Steve's panicked voice made you scared for your life, only to know that it was all fake.

They all show signs of agreement, laughing.

"We'd make such great actors." Natasha smirks.

"Alright, the cake isn't going to blow itself." Clint walks up to you with said cake and you meet him halfway.

Everyone gathers around and before they could inhale to sing the stupid song, you cut them off. "You all know I hate to be sung at. Can we just get this over with?"

They all burst out laughing, you giggle in the process, blowing out your candle. You all group hug right after. The laughter makes you miss the sound of faint thunder outside.

"Look who's late." Bruce points out.

"Yes, I got here as soon as I can, my apologies." Thor smiles sheepishly.

Your ears perk up at the all too familiar voice of the god of thunder. Moving everyone of the way, you leap to hug him. "Thor!"

"Happy birthday, dearest Y/N." He grins and pats you on the head. "I'm afraid my - I mean - our gift, is with Loki at the moment."

"Enough with the formality, I’m just glad you’re here.”

Peter rings up Tony to tell him everything's set up at the huge building they rented for your low-key party. Just the Avengers. Peter, Vision and Wanda were in charge of setting things up over there, from decorations and food. Sam and Bucky also helped a bit before they arrived at the fake base.

So you all get into the jet again, this time you look at the windows in awe to see what the city's like. You also asked a bunch of questions on how they pulled something stupid but unique fake mission like that.

Once you've reached your destination, the place was simple yet big enough to fit everyone. Tony really took notes for this year. You didn't like anything too fancy or elegant, and you didn't like huge-ass parties with hundreds of people you've never met before.

Here you're with your family eating, drinking booze and playing games, generally having a good time.

You give the other five Avengers big hugs. Vision's never usually a hugger but for you he made an exception just for today. Everyone was surprised when he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

"Hugging has a lot of good benefits," Vision says when he lets you go. "Astounding, I know. It is recommended eight times a day, hopefully you've already gotten that much."

You giggle at his remark and Wanda rolls her eyes playfully. “Thank you, Vision.”

“Splendid, that means I don’t have to give you one.”

You turn around to see the god of mischief himself carefully hand you a wrapped box. Loki chuckles when you smile at him. “Happiest Birthday.”

“Loki.... you know you and Thor didn’t have to-”

“Thor? That one’s from me. I assure you.”

“Y/N!” You hear Tony call from the other side of the room. “It’s time for presents, little miss. Good lord this looks like Christmas morning.”

unfortunatley i am that extra to post a birthday fic woo hoo

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Winter Makes Ice (Ep. 4)

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

Words: 4123

Episode: Four

Warning: violence, gore, description of violence, fighting

Masterlist! Winter Makes Ice Episode: Three

Time: 3:20am

Date: October 3rd 2024

Wakanda was always calm when Steve went, the people who lived there just seemed to understand the ways of life. There was never a catcall or fight in an alley, people greeted each other with kindness and a soft bow, Steve always copied but felt like he was too stiff when he did so. He found he walked with his back a little straighter and his chin a little higher, he felt unstoppable in the warm climate, filled with power and generosity.

Natasha on the other hand hated Wakanda, not because of the people but for the same reason as Steve; it was too peaceful. She’d always get the dirtiest looks when trying to explain her case, no one seemed to understand the concept of ‘too much comfort is uncomfortable’. She ran to Bucky once after a moment and asked him why he liked it so much, she thought he off all people would hate comfort, he’d always be one to sleep on the floor because the mattress would feel like it was swallowing him. He just shook his head and shrugged, he’d never tell anyone why; Nat found out he never even told you.

Natasha had been trained to trust no one other than yourself, but after escaping the Red Room she questioned the one in the mirror all too often. People would smile and while Steve smiled and waved Natasha thought of ulterior motives, why were they smiling to them and not the people slightly behind them? but then they’d smile to the people behind Natasha and she’d question if it was to cover themselves. The welcoming's to almost everywhere felt weird, she wanted to break in or have to fake her way to what she wanted, having doors opened for her felt like a slap in the face for all the things she’s done for those years before.

“God, gives me the creeps,” Natasha faked a shiver, Steve just rolled his eyes. They were walking in the palace now, T’Challa would be waiting for them in Shuri’s tech room.

Apparently Shuri had been wanting to try a new type of cuff, one made of- obviously -vibranium that tightens at a lie. There were little needles that poke into the culprit's nervous system, it picks up on someone’s sign that they are lying and tightens when the little pins are triggered. If someone's breath picked up or heart rate doubled, it would squeeze a little bit more until their hands were blue. Nat thought it was amazing when she heard it over the phone, her mind was picturing it the entire flight over.

Steve had been thinking about Bucky, Steve was well aware of Bucky’s deep connection to you. You’d been dating for over a year and it was love at first sight (then Bucky quietly loving you from the other side of the room), Bucky was never one to fall for someone, he’d never have the confidence in himself that he’d be here for too long. But it was the little things Bucky began to do that made Steve appreciate you even more. He’d watch from his spot on the kitchen counter, quietly sipping coffee and reading the paper, which wasn’t actually paper because it was on his phone, while glancing over every so often to see you and Bucky in your own little world, both giggling at something. There's this moment for Bucky when he’d just look at you, Steve had seen it happen so often, like Bucky was taking a step back and realizing he had someone who loved him unconditionally. The laugh would die down and Bucky would whisper something, it would alway be along the lines of ‘thank you’ but it could change. He’d sometimes do it with Steve as well, both you and Steve would say the same thing, ‘no need to thank me, but you’re welcome’ because that’s what Bucky liked best.

You were just an agent when you arrived, nothing more. Slowly you had gotten to know who everyone was by going out of your way to give out cookies to everyone who walked by you, it was a little thing Bucky seemed to really enjoy. After your talents were discovered from past jobs you were moved to a spy, you’d used to work for a private firm where they’d track down people who launder money, you’d have to get so much evidence it often led you to get jobs at mattress stores or random shops. With that and a lifeguard certification- that you got when you were a teen- under your belt you were perfect to be an agent, Fury introduced you to Bucky for combat training because Bucky needed to learn how to work with others; Steve actually told Fury to give Bucky the assignment.

You’d spar everyday and the both of you would get into it. There would be times where you wouldn’t talk to each other for the rest of the day because the other cheated. Everyone would laugh but you’d take it very seriously, Bucky would always say you weren’t strong enough to go out into the field, so you lifted weights. He’d say you weren’t fast enough, then he’d see you sprinting on the treadmill a day later.

Steve knew you were good for Bucky when you were about to start dating, it was at that part where you were going on dates but you weren’t dating. With all the things Bucky had criticized you on, you flipped it on him with one simple task: keep your fiddle-leaf fig plant alive. It would’ve taken Bucky one google search to find out that 61% of people can’t keep this house plant alive, it’s the hardest one to take care of. It was a metaphor of sorts, for you and for your relationship.

It wasn’t a surprise to find it dead when you got home, Steve came to you with his shoulders slumped. Apparently Bucky had been crying for three days straight because he killed your plant and he thought you’d dump him because of it. It was the weird feelings when Steve saw you start to laugh, this was his best friend who was crying of guilt and you were laughing, he’d wanted to punch you square in the jaw.

“What’s so funny?” he asked way too harshly.

“Oh nothing…” you wiped the tear that had fallen.

“Baby, I’m so sorry!” Bucky had left his room and came running to you, his face was red and his eyes were barely open from how puffy they were. He quickly pulled you in for a hug, “I messed up your plant, I’m sorry.”

Steve was getting redder and redder the more you laughed, “what’s so fucking funny, huh?” Steve boomed, he was getting protective.

You had dropped the act then, both of them were very emotional at the moment and laughing wouldn’t be the best choice of action. “Don’t worry, Bucky,” you soothed him, “you weren’t supposed to keep alive.”

“What?” he pulled away and sniffled, “but you asked me to-”

“To try,” you paused with emphasis, “and keep one of the hardest plants to keep alive, alive.” you smiled, “I was proud that I had kept it alive for as long as I did, but I needed to see what you would do with something like this.”

“Why?” Steve asked for Bucky, still very protective.

“Did you buy a new one and hope I didn’t notice?” You asked, Bucky shook his head no. “did you get mad at me because I gave you a stupid chore?” He also said no to that. “Did you make Wanda keep it alive with her powers?” all these options ran through Bucky’s head and he didn’t even think of them, “you put so much effort into this, and even if you did fail you still cared a lot, that’s all I ever want. I want this relationship to work and if you run at the first sign of adversity then this won’t work, but you buckle down and keep pushing, and if it doesn’t work? Then I know you actually cared, and you tried. That’s all.”

“You’re a keeper.,” Steve said before walking away and giving them space to catch up.

Nat waved a hand in front of Steve’s face, and it turns out he’d been staring at T’Challa for a while while he was talking. They had walked the entire way and Steve just stared at the ground with a blank expression, he needed to look out for you in order to keep Bucky sane.

“S-sorry, I zoned out.” Steve straightened his posture a bit, hands on hips and shoulders rolled back.

“No worries, captain Rogers.” T’Challa spoke calm as ever, “I have the criminals in the room, they have the new tech that’s already set up, my sister wanted to set it up.” T’Challa opened one arm and guided them to the secret room where two men sat with their hands cuffed and on their laps. “Neither of them have any record of being born, probably a fake identity.” The king linked arms with Shuri and walked out of the small room.

Seeing how grand and futuristic Shuri’s lab was made it shocking to be in a normal interrogation cell, two rusty chairs that were occupied and no table. Steve looked to see the single light that hung from the ceiling, it wasn’t a soft yellow like the one’s at the Avenger building but purple, vibranium always casted a purple/blue hue.

“Where are you from?” Steve asked.

“Iceland.” the one on Steve’s left answered.

“Is Hydra now stationed in Iceland?” Nat cut in and asked.

“One station, there’s many.” The same man on the left kept talking, the other one had his head all the way down with his forehead touching his knees.

Steve leaned up against the wall, “you attacked Princes Shuri, why?”

“Because she is the one that made us start from the very beginning, she's the one that erased the trigger words from your friend and our weapon.” He snarled, “She needed to pay for what she did, we should have known Wakanda was the hardest place to attack, we’d need a Winter Soldier for that.” A smirk grew from the right side of his mouth.

“What are you smiling about?” Nat pressed, she walked closer.

“Oh, nothing- ow!” the handcuffs tightened, his breathing rate doubled as he tried to ride out the initial shock.

“Tell us!” Steve smashed the wall, causing a dent to grow from it.

“Fine…” the man adjusted, “once we found out we’d never get our Winter Soldier back we quickly moved on, no one can break Wakanda’s tech, it’s impossible.” The man sighed and looked off, “so we chose to start again, make a new way, create a new trial. It’s safe to say we did.” he took a deep breath and leaded back against his chair, his fingertips were beginning to turn purple, it was difficult to see with the purple hue of the room. “When we attacked your building we didn’t want Barnes, we wanted someone, anyone. This girl was the closest to us, and it seemed to be the closest to Barnes, am I right?” he quizzed, seemed to be genuinely wondering. “She’d wake up and forget where she is, normally she’d pat the ground beside her and call out for a man named Bucky, that’s Barnes. It was the perfect choice, completely on a whim.” He looked at Nat, “she got her confidence from you, the entire time we were slowly poisoning her she completely believed she was here for ransom, it was funny to see her face when he told her what we did to her, how we now control her. The look on her face when we asked who wiped Barnes’ trigger words… She spit them out but her face was full of fear, her voice and thoughts weren’t her own.”

“Why would you tell us all of this?” Steve asked.

“I know I will die,” the cuffs didn’t tighten, “and my friend is already dead, I’d like to go with a bullet and not torture.” He looked up to them. “I think my father has passed, he worked for Hydra and I’d like to see him, to ask for forgiveness.”

Natasha pushed back the other man who hadn’t spoken a word to find his hands blackened and completely dead, the tightness had cut off all circulation. Right near the edge of the cuff and on the man’s skin was starting to split, there was no blood to leak out of the cut because there wasn’t blood in the veins, it was slowly falling and peeling away.

“You tortured my friend- two of them actually!” Steve screamed, “I hope to god you die slowly.” Steve lifted his gun to the man’s face, he closed his eyes. But Steve moved the aim to the thigh, you had told him that a shot to the femoral artery was fatel after ten seconds of bleeding, you had also told him that the femur- which was what the femoral artery is attached to -is the most painful break for bones.

So Steve shot at the middle of the thigh, he and Nat watched without emotion as the man quickly bled out, the blood squirted in the air and rolled down his pants. Blood coming from an artery is bright red and tends to squirt, but from a vein makes the blood more slow and dark. When the final squirt of blood managed to hit the man’s face, Steve knew he hit right on target; and that you were right for all those things.

Time: 5:59am

Date: October 3rd 2024

Bucky and Wanda walked through the forest, most of the leaves had fallen off the trees due to the season so they could see further into the thick woods. Not a lot of talking was happening between the two of them, Bucky was way too focused on keeping his cool while Wanda used her powers to see if there was any form of life around.

The wind blew softly and the leaves that held on for dear life were now getting pushed aside off the flimsy twigs, they would fall and join the other countless leaves that met the same fate. Wanda loved the fall, she’d jump into a pile of leaves any chance she got. Right now she was purposely stepping on the ones that looked the most dry which would give a good crunch. Her nose was a little red due to the cold but everywhere else she was yellow and happy, it seemed she gave off heat.

Bucky hated the fall, the sound of stepping on leaves sounded like someone was right behind him. If there was a Hydra agent out in these woods they would have heard them from a mile away with all of Wanda’s jumping and giggling. Bucky loved Wanda in a motherly kind of way, but sometimes she was just too...happy…

When everything seemed lost, Bucky and Wanda’s phones began to vibrate, Bucky was quick to pick up. Both Bucky and Wanda made their way to a tree stump to take a moment to listen. Wanda sat on the ground floor and picked at the tons of leaves that covered the ground, she’d pick and rip them apart one by one.

“It’s Steve,” Bucky whispered before picking up, “Steve?”

“Buck, you have to listen to me,” his voice was shaken and distraught, “I’ve sent the coordinates, she’s there but I don’t know how much of her is left.”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked as he looked over to see Wanda looking at the coordinates on her phone.

“I don’t know how much has happened to her, they’ve brainwashed her.” Steve took a deep breath, Bucky could hear Nat in the background, “we have to act fast, we’re on our way, do not wait for us.” he commanded and Bucky nodded but he knew Steve couldn't see, there was a type of mind reading between the two of them that really came in handy for times like these.

“Roger that.” Bucky hung up and began to move again, Wanda had read the location and it turned out they weren’t that far away, at the final stretch they saw the building through the empty trees.

The forest had been cleared around the building, the grass seems healthy but it was starting to brown with the changing weather. The building itself was very small for it to be the most dangerous Hydra facility, it was only one story. There were no windows and the outer wall was all one grey colour, no symbols or tanks ready to fire; there wasn’t even a guard around the building. It seemed too vacant for it to be true, the wind seemed to stop as they got closer into the open field, it was completely still and almost dead.

Bucky or Wanda actually had a plan, everything had been so fast there wasn’t anything drawn out or spoken about at some meeting, this was all instinct. Though there were no windows and security cameras they both knew something had to be watching the outside, they were low to the ground in the open field but the grass was way too short to cover them. Bucky had his gun ready while Wanda’s hands were in a position to create a shield for the both of them, at the sound of a vibration Wanda checked her phone.

“Steve and Nat have landed, they are five minuets out,” she whispered.

“Copy.” was all Bucky could think to say.

Both of their backs smashed against the wall, with their final moments of bliss before fighting a couple deep breaths were taken and eyes remained shut. Bucky’s finger fiddled on the trigger of the gun, Imagining what it would look like to blow the man who hurt you to oblivion. Bucky moved further and farther away from his Winter Soldier thoughts, the mass murder and robotic revenge. But when it came to someone hurting you, he’d even put the mask back on.

On the count of three the door was bursted open, and right away agents on the inside began to fire. Wanda and Bucky took them down their own way.

One agent was still alive, Bucky ran up and gripped his throat. “Where is she!” he screamed.

“You’ll never know-”

A gun was placed to his head.

“-Alright! Alright!” The man shrieked, “third door on the left, please don’t kill me!” the man cried.

“I won’t kill you,” Bucky lowered his gun but the grip on his neck tightened, “I’ll torture you slowly before.'' His left hand gripped so tight around the agent’s neck he could hear the bone shattering, clear fluid from the agent’s spine leaked from his eye and ear before blood followed. Bucky watched emotionlessly as the agent’s face turned blue and almost popped like a balloon. “Wanda, get them all outside.”

“Yes, sergeant!” Wanda yelled, she was fighting off everyone else.

Bucky blew by everyone as they ran to see the commotion, so ran right by Bucky without thinking he was the threat. Wanda was now outside and in a matter of seconds the eeriness of the outside matched the inside, the air was still and stuffy, it smelt like the beginning of decomposing. Bucky had his gun ready but it seemed no one was in here, his only threat was you.

Bucky took note of the stone grey floors, and stone grey walls, and stone grey ceilings. HYDRA didn’t put much money into design like the Avenger’s did, all the funds they collected went straight into the tech they made and Bucky was sure that’s why they were still around, they had so much money saved that they could pay people to turn their cheek and walk the other way.

As Bucky scanned for something to give away where all the scientists were, his eye met another door in the very corner of the room, it was exactly the same colour of the stone grey walls but the brass door knob caught his eye. All you could hear was the boot of Bucky’s combat boots on the floor, his breath was even scaring him. His hand reached out for the door and when he opened it he found what he was worrying about.

A cell. More specifically: an empty cell.

There were chains hanging from the ceiling, one large cuff, one for what seemed to be used for a neck and then four cuffs for wrists and ankles. Bucky completely forgot where he was, he didn’t remember there was an entire lab behind him, all his mind was throwing at his memories of a cell just like this.

Bucky didn’t remember much about cells in the early days fighting against HYDRA in a cell, in the 40’s. He did, however, remember what it was like to come out of ice when he was needed. The concept of life didn’t exist when he was frozen, it felt like a long blink, it didn’t seem like he’d been asleep for years.

He’d wake up and for a second he was still normal. He’d think it’s cold because it was winter and his house back in the 40’s didn’t have any type of heating system except for a small fireplace, his boots and pants were still on because he got hammered the night before- also explaining the headache -and just fell into bed. All his convincing would go away when his brain would fog again, and he’d look down and catch the shine of his left arm, all at once he’d fall back into place. The dissociating happens after dreams but it came from waking up and not really knowing who he was, as he’d walk to whatever commander was in charge that year he’d ask himself what he was, all the memories and answers in his brain would seem to pull further away, like a word in the tip of his tongue.

He was ripped from his thoughts manually, he thought of you. He thought he was hypnotizing himself when he looked in there at first, too triggered by what he saw to think straight, but he took another moment to look, he saw the chains swinging back and forth ever so slightly.

His stomach dropped, he knew you were still in the room. “Sweetheart?” he called like he always did, “it’s Bucky, we’re gonna get you out of here, come out, baby.” he tried to sound as soothing as possible, he looked under every lab table and every chair.

He flipped through pages on his desk, reading the details of what they did to you. “What is I.C.E.?” Bucky asked himself.

“Injected Complying Enhancement.”

Bucky turned as fast as he could to see you behind him. You were completely naked, body covered in dirt and grime, your hair was hacked and it seemed to have been pulled. Bucky just looked at your body, words were carved into your skin, every single one of them were infected, puss bubbles around the angry red scars. As his eyes trailed up he saw blue on your finger tips, then he reached your face to see a sunken cheekbone and massive cut on your forehead, but nothing compared to a generous piece of your nose hanging on by a thread, the tip was black.

“Baby, do you know me?” Bucky asked through heavy tears, this wasn’t what he was expecting.

You scanned over him, “Sergeant, James Buchanan Barnes, 32557038.”

Right at that moment, he knew you were gone.

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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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Blank Out (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names–amends he needs to make. When he gets to yours, he finds the amends process a bit more…difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,700-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› Oh hey, look at me jumping on that Falcon and the Winter Soldier trend. This is the Y/N version of my OC fic. Exactly the same but for people who prefer Y/N. Lemme know if you want to join the tag list!

Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it.

He doubted there was going to be much thankfulness for him on the other side of the door.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This was supposed to be getting easier. Dr. Raynor told him it would get easier.

But for someone who hated bullshit so much, she really spent far too much time talking out of her ass. Because this wasn't easy.

Easy would be surreptitiously wiring a million dollars into each of their bank accounts from the HYDRA accounts he still had access to.

Easy would be taking out anyone who had been involved in the decision to give him the order.

Easy would be breaking the damn rules.

The rules aren't meant to make your life easy, James. They're meant to disconnect you from the Winter Soldier. That's the whole point of making amends, isn't it?

He'd give anything to get her damn voice out of his head.

Bucky propelled himself up the front porch steps before he could change his mind. Like he had last yesterday.

He rapped on the front door, accidentally knocking the wreath sideways as he went to pull his hand away. Instinctively, he reached out to right it, centering the sign and taking his hands away slowly to avoid a repeat of the situation. Bucky checked over his shoulder, half expecting Sam's stupid little robot to Zoom into view with Sam cackling and making some dumb quip about metal butterfingers. But Redwing wasn't there. The only other person outside was an old man mowing his lawn in a dingy white undershirt and grey sweatshorts. Bucky's lip curled in disgust before turning back to the door--the sound of locks clicking out of place putting him on alert.

"Hello?"

Bucky blinked, his eyes meeting those of the woman before him. Her eyes were striking, pinning him to the spot and pushing all semblance of thought out of his head.

"Can I help you?"

Bucky blinked, nodding at her. Right. He was here for a reason. Not to stand like some teenage boy who'd just seen the girl next door for the first time.

"I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N."

"You found her."

He blanched. "You're Y/N Y/L/N?"

The look of vague curiosity that had been gracing features markedly shifted into a look of annoyance. "Believe it or not, Y/N’s come in all shapes, sizes, and colors."

Fuck this. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could have this conversation now.

"Still want to talk to me?" She asked, eyebrows arched and arms folded across her chest.

No.

Sam's laughter echoed in his head, as if he'd been here to witness the exchange. And that's why he stayed. Out of spite.

He nodded. "My name is James "Bucky" Barnes and--"

"Wait a second," she held out a hand and raised an eyebrow on him. He did as she asked, stopping mid-sentence with a sinking feeling in his gut. "You're the Bucky Barnes?"

He nodded, resigned to the fact that this was going to be his worst attempt at amends yet. "Yeah."

"Well," she breathed, dropping her arms. "If I'd known I was meeting an Avenger at my door, I might have put on some pants."

His eyes ran down from her face, noticing for the first time that she wore a dressing robe that barely swept the tops of her knees. Her bare knees.

His mouth opened as if he had even the faintest clue how to respond to this and then his jaw moved up and down for a new second as if the motion of talking would bring words. While it didn't muster an apology or some other decent thing to say, he did manage to utter a single word: "Shit."

She snorted at the reaction before smiling for the first time and shaking her head. "If you want to come in and wait, I'll go get changed."

He shook his head. "I can wait out here."

She was still smiling. Probably because she realized he was far more pathetic up close. "Suit yourself, but there's eggs inside."

"I'm good," he said, forcing himself to give a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. She nodded, leaving the door open behind her as she disappeared inside the house--as if he'd change his mind.

He should leave right now. Turn around and come back a different day when he could at least function like a mostly human being. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head.

The quick, sharp sound of pattering bare feet broke his stream of thought, as another girl came to the door, standing before him with her hands on her hips. "We were having breakfast, you know," the girl announced, her voice dripping with sass. "Now we have to wait until she's done talking to you. And I'm starving."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be….not talking to strangers?"

"Shouldn't you be eating breakfast?" she countered.

"It's ten in the morning; I ate already."

"We were supposed to have breakfast an hour ago. But Ravi--"

"Rocio, leave Bucky Barnes alone," Y/N's voice called from elsewhere.

Before he could fully process how odd it was for him to use his name, the little girl's hands dropped from her hips and she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes comically wide.

"You're Bucky Barnes?" she asked, her small voice awed.

He nodded with a deep sigh and another forced smile.

"What happened to your hair?"

"Got a haircut," he shrugged.

She furrowed her brow at him, her little eyes peering intently at his face. He wasn't sure the last time someone had looked him in the eyes this long. Nobody except Steve had looked him in the eyes since he made it out. The corner of his mouth twitched up. She nodded at him, having composed herself so her little face was serious once more. "I like this better."

"Thanks." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice. He didn't even really try.

A thought seemed to hit her, lighting up her whole face with excitement. "Wait right here. Don't move. Promise." He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows at him, giving him a stern look.

"I promise," he said, clearly stating each word.

She nodded at him. "Ok. Good." And then she turned and ran into the house, her feet making far more sound than they should for someone of her size.

Y/N reappeared shortly thereafter with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a copper colored sweater and jeans. "Sorry. You're her favorite."

"She's cute."

What an idiotic thing to say.

"Wish I could take credit," Y/N said, shaking her head. "She's my sister's. I'm just the babysitter on duty."

There were some more sounds of scampering and Rocio was back at the door wearing a long black satin glove, reaching about halfway up her bicep. There were lines streaked across it in gold marker to make it look like it was made of metal plates.

"I made an arm like yours!" she announced, almost whacking Y/N in the stomach as she extended her arm out for him to see.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd seen Halloween costumes for sale and shirts with one of the sleeves modeled after his arm, and pictures of guys with an arm wrapped in tinfoil. All of them had been with his old arm--his silver one with the red star. The arm that belonged to Him. An arm made to invoke fear.

This was the arm of a protector.

She deserved more of a reaction than a small, breathy, "Wow."

"Will you sign it?" Her eyes got even bigger if possible, and Y/N started to shake her head, bending over to talk to the little girl, but Bucky stopped her.

"You got a marker?"

"I'll go find one!" Rocio disappeared again, leaving him and Y/N alone on the doorstep. She was closer this time, and he could hear her talking to herself and rustling through different drawers.

Y/N turned her attention from her niece back onto Bucky. "So, why is Bucky Barnes on my doorstep?"

"I uh--when does your sister get home?" he asked, eyes focused in the direction of Rocio's sounds. He swallowed, tearing his eyes away and back up to hers. "I should probably tell both of you...together."

The playful amusement that had been on her face disappeared as she stared at him, as if trying to see inside his head. Like she would want to see what was inside of his head.

"She'll be here around three."

He nodded, saved from a response by Rocio's re-appearance, waving a silver sharpie in the air. She offered it to him, and he plucked it out of her hand, taking hold of her toothpick of an arm in one hand and signing his name on the inside of her bicep. Where she could hide the signature if she wanted to.

Bucky handed the marker back to her as Rocio held her arm out, trying to catch sight of his name.

"Rocio," Y/N prodded, gently.

"Thank you!" she chirped, before turning and literally skipping back inside. "Ravi--look!"

He liked her.

"That was really kind of you," Y/N said, warmly. "I think you just made her year."

He shrugged.

"Although, I have a feeling that this is all she's going to talk about for the next week," Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway, Lilly will be back around three if you want to come back then and share whatever secret serious news is it that you need to tell us together." Her voice was teasing, and Bucky's mouth lifted into a smirk.

"I'll be back then."

"Great," she smiled politely. "See you then."

He nodded, wishing her goodbye before turning down the stairs.

So much for getting easier.

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ryangosking · 3 years

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Deserve

Summary: You broach a tricky subject with Bucky. Recovering / soft Bucky x female reader. Angst / fluff / smut.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Unprotected sex. Language.

A.N: I kept meaning to write for Steve but this happened. I usually write for Boyd Holbrook characters on my sideblog - Masterlist.

I didn’t tag anybody but let me know if you’d like to be, possibly a part 2 or a prequel to this. I’d like to thank @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook for her constructive feedback! It’s my first time writing for Bucky so please be kind!

Your heart skips a beat when you see Bucky waiting outside your office building, holding a bunch of flowers no less. He's awkwardly leaning against a wall, eyes darting around searching for you.

"You shouldn't have." You smile as you approach him.

"I was just passing." He murmurs, cheeks flushing as you kiss him.

"Passing a flower stall too?" You ask, accepting the blooms.

"Yeah, I guess so." He smiles.

"Mr Barnes, sorry to bother you." A voice pipes up. You turn and vaguely recognise the guy, you've seen him in the office building. What does he want with Bucky though?

Bucky eyes him warily. "Do I know you?"

"Oh no, I'm uh....I'm a big fan." the guy stammers, starting to sweat.

"So you're a fan of my work as the Winter Soldier or...”

"No no, I mean since then. Saving the world and everything."

"Sure, thanks." Bucky sighs.

You kind of feel for the guy, Bucky wasn't exactly known for accepting compliments, you know that better than anyone.

"Hey, can I get a selfie?" the guy asks, pulling out his phone.

"He's off duty, sorry." You say diplomatically, taking Bucky’s arm. "Let's get going."

"I'll never get used to that, " Bucky mumbles, as you steer him away from his fan. "I spent so much effort trying to hide and now..." He trails off.

"You saved the world, that's what people know you for now." You say, determined to put a positive spin on things.

"It wasn't just me." He says, as you cross the street. He moves his arm and grabs your hand instead, squeezing lightly. He's wearing gloves as is usual in public, concealing his gleaming hand in black leather.

You fall into a companionable silence as you head in the direction of your apartment. You can't help noticing that you're taking the route that happens to pass Bucky's favourite diner - where you first met in fact, a little over four months ago.

"Feel like coffee and pie?" He asks casually.

You grin at his predictability. "Sure."

Your flowers sit on the table in a kindly donated water jug as you and Bucky tuck into pie and ice cream, apple and cherry respectively.

"This...is...the...best...pie." Bucky says between mouthfuls.

"I knew you were going to say that." You tease.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. Oh, he seems so happy and relaxed, you impulsively decide to broach a tricky subject, figuring now to be a good a time as any.

"So, you know my sister's getting married in a couple of weeks." You begin, glancing at him as you toy with your food.

Bucky's eyes flicker and he fills his mouth with pie. "Hm-hmm." He mumbles.

You take a deep breath. "Well, I was wondering if you'd consider coming with me, as my plus one?"

He pales a little and offers a tentative smile. "I don't know sweetheart."

"Clare wants to meet you, that's all. You don't even have to stay for the full day, just to say hello."

"Sounds more like a family thing." Bucky says tightly, shifting in his seat.

"Well yeah," you swallow, feeling yourself flush. "But you are my....I mean..."

He sighs. "I don't think it's a good idea, you saw what happened outside your office. Imagine that times a hundred."

"Everyone will be focused on the wedding, my family won't bug you, I promise. They aren’t like that.”

Bucky scoffs. “You might be surprised how brave people get after a couple glasses of champagne.”

You sigh impatiently, feeling something inside you break. "What are we doing here Bucky?"

"I thought we were eating pie." He half-smiles.

"You know what I mean. Us." You hated to push him like this, you really did, and you already knew that he wouldn’t react favourably to it, but your developing relationship had seemed to come to a standstill lately.

"We agreed to take things slowly, didn’t we? One day at a time." He says quietly, reaching for your hand.

"But that was four months ago, I thought that we might have progressed beyond that by now. It's like one step forward two steps back with you." You say, your voice cracking with emotion.

"You're not my shrink, ok?" He snaps suddenly.

You slide your hand away from his and reach for your bag, tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm going home." You say softly..

"Don't go, please. I'm sorry." He says, looking up at you, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.

"Enjoy your pie." You sniff, not looking at him. You’re halfway home before you realise that you've left the flowers on the table.

X - X - X

By the time you get home you're angry with yourself more than anything else, cursing the fact that you even mentioned the wedding. You had agreed to take things slowly, but the truth is that you’re falling for Bucky and you want him to be a bigger part of your life. The wedding seemed like the ideal opportunity to introduce him to your friends and family, but on reflection, you realise how overwhelming it might be.

Half an hour later when there's a knock at the door, you know that it's Bucky. He's carrying the flowers, still in the water jug.

"The waitress said we could have this, I think she just felt sorry for me." He chuckles dryly, following you into the living room.

You can’t help but smile at the image of him walking down the street with the flowers.

"I'm sorry." You murmur, setting the flowers on your coffee table.

"Why are you sorry? I was a jerk back there." Bucky frowns.

"I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

"You weren't pushing." He sighs.

"I spooked you.” You say softly, looking up at him.

"Yeah." He smiles. "A little. Look, I’m still trying to figure this out."

"I know. Me too. I've never been in a relationship like this."

"I should hope not." He says wryly.

You chuckle, fighting the urge to just throw youself into his arms.

"I like you, so much." Bucky murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he strokes your face. "But I can't help thinking that you'd be better off with someone else."

Your stomach drops. "No, Bucky-”

"I mean like someone who doesn't get spooked when you want to do regular relationship stuff, it's not fair on you." He says, brow furrowed.

"Look, forget the wedding, I'll ask one of my friends to come."

"It's not just the wedding though is it?" He sighs.

“I don’t want anybody else.” You state firmly, placing your hand on his chest - you can feel his ever present dog tags through the thin material of his sweater.

"You've been so patient with me, it's more than I deserve."

"This is what you deserve." You say, and kiss him gently on the cheek. "And this." then corner of his mouth. "And this." finally the hollow of his throat.

He lets out a soft groan and grips the nape of your neck, kissing you deeply, opening your mouth with his tongue. He tastes of cherry and vanilla, his lips soft but insistent.

"I want you." He breathes. "I want you."

Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Bucky was so gentle and hesitant when you first started sleeping together, terrified of hurting you with his strength and self-conscious of his arm. You managed to convince him that you could take - even sometimes desired - a little roughness. He loved to take his time undressing you, kissing and touching your soft flesh as he went. And when you reciprocated, he'd been touch starved for so long that the feeling of your hands and lips on him was almost enough.

Tonight he didn't deviate, pulling off your clothes and kissing you everywhere as you laid on the bed. He hovers over you, still half dressed, and you stroke his hair, fingers entwined in the short strands as his lips travel down your body, making you squirm. Finally he kneels between your legs and tugs at your panties, eyes dark with lust.

"James." You sigh, touching yourself, wetness coating your fingertips.

"You're so beautiful." He says gruffly, eyes focused on you as he removes his jeans. You'd seen him naked a number of times now but you never failed to be impressed by his magnificence, even his cock, now hard and leaking at the tip, is a thing of beauty.

You hold your hand out for him to return to the bed but his hands reach for your waist, indicating for you to turn over; you comply and he moves behind you, lifting your hips and pushing into you in one swift movement. You cry out as he fills and stretches your pussy, digging your fingers into the mattress as you back up against him.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He growls.

"Yes, please...don't stop." You mewl, as he buries his cock to the hilt.

Bucky’s flesh hand is between your legs, fingering your aching clit, while his metal one still grips your hip. You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his vibranium digits.

The rhythmic clink of Bucky's dog tags and the sound of your soft cries fill the air, he continues to work your clit in tight circles as he moves inside you, leaning down to pepper kisses on your shoulder - it isn't long before you feel the familiar tightness building at your core.

"Oh, Bucky, I'm going to-" you trail off as he drives into you harder, making you come apart and you moan loudly as your orgasm rolls through you in hot waves.

Compared to you, Bucky's almost silent, quietly panting and groaning, his hold on you tightening as you feel him throbbing into you.

Afterwards he spoons you, his bionic arm around your waist like a vice, kissing your hair.

"Look, about the wedding-" He starts.

"We don't have to talk about it now." You yawn. “Let’s leave it until tomorrow. One day at a time.”

“One day at a time.” Bucky repeats, softly.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #recovering bucky

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lenissa · 3 years

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You always meet twice (Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader)

(not my GIF)

Masterlist

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Reader (Past), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Siblings)

Warnings: cursing, i think that‘s it?

Summary: When your sister Natasha asked you to be her representative at the Avengers, you immediately agreed. But then you meet Wanda Maximoff again and it seems like your shared past comes up as well as the then developed feelings.

Word Count: 3.1K

In bold are flashbacks.

A/N: This story is based on my POV i started some months ago, but the plot varies most of the time. Keep in mind that this is my first story and please be nice hahaha

Good reading!

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You are walking through the halls of the Avenger‘s compound. Although your sister always talks about them, “her new family“, you have never met them before. At least not all of them. Some agents throw judgy glances at you, but you decide to ignore them - you are (Y/N) Romanoff, you’re not in need of being popular, being friendly, you’re a damn skilled agent, always ready to kick asses. That’s also why it didn‘t bother you when Natasha, your older sister, called and asked you for a favour - rather, you have always been curious what it is like to be an Avenger, so you didn‘t even think twice about accepting her offer of being her stand-in for some months.

Are you confident? Yes. Well... you try to be? Maybe- no definitely: it became a coping mechanism. But nobody could blame you… being Natasha Romanoff‘s sister sucks. Don‘t get it wrong, you love your sister with your whole heart, she is your one and only, your tower of strength. But constantly being overshadowed by her? Once people hear about your famous relative you were only seen as her sister, your own persona and personality weren‘t interesting anymore. As a result, you were working for S.H.I.E.L.D in an outpost in Europe, distant enough to start your own life, own career and only hearing about one Romanoff, (Y/N) Romanoff.

You stand before the door of the meeting room, aware of as soon as you go in there, there‘ll be no going back. Surprisingly calm you take one final breath before you knock and get invited in. There they are. The Avengers. Some of them you already know: Clint aka Hawkeye, your sister‘s best friend, Steve aka Captain America, your sister‘s ex-lover, Tony Stark aka Iron Man, sarcasm in person, and… the Maximoff Twins? Seeing them, seeing her, it literally took your breath away. You freeze, not able to breathe, to react nor to say anything.

„(Y/N),my god, have you grown?!“, Clint breaks the silence while coming near to hug you. In his arms you finally release the breath you unconsciously were holding in, and when you pull back you take a closer look at him.

„You‘re becoming grey, Legolas, are the kids that bad?“, you tease, matching his tone and patting his arm lightly.

„Oh dear, it just makes me nervous to see you again“, he jokes as he motions you to sit down.

„Speaking about that, it‘s nice to see you again, (Y/N).“ Steve nods at you and you force a smile - you think Steve is a nice guy, you really do, but you don‘t know the exact circumstances of his break-up with Nat, so you decide to keep distance in a friendly manner.

The remaining time of the meeting nothing special happens, though every time you look around the table you can‘t help but rest your eyes on a certain brunette. And it seems like she notices your gaze, meeting your eyes on and off. You try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that sets in your stomach whenever her green eyes meet yours, and obviously you are not able to hold the eye contact, so you always look at the floor quickly.

After the meeting the heroes all pop off, only you stay to put away the new equipment and gear you got. But then suddenly a well-known voice speaks up and you startle.

„Already forgot me, (Y/N)?“ You turn around, your heart racing.

„How could I forget the Wanda Maximoff?“, you nervously chuckle.

„I must say I‘m disappointed, I at least expected a greeting.“

„Wanda I-„

„(Y/N)! How long has it been? I…“, Pietro speeds in the room and rubs his neck tense, „I missed you.“

Wanda wheezes and rolls her eyes. „I‘m gonna leave you lovebirds alone“. She walks out of the room before you can say anything more.

„Well that was… weird.“ you say as you turn completely to Pietro.

„She‘s going through a hard time, she will be gentler soon.“

„You think so?“, you laugh, „define soon.“

Pietro chuckles and doesn‘t answer, not even he sees through Wanda‘s feelings, especially when it‘s about you. „Come on, I will introduce you to the others.“

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Pietro took you to the living room and you have to say, you never thought the Avengers, the world‘s mightiest heroes, would be so endearing. You can finally understand why Nat sees them as her family, even after only spending some hours with them you start to let them in your heart immediately. Until Bucky decided to bring up a sensitive topic.

„From where do you know the twins, (Y/N)?“

You choke on the soda you are drinking, completely caught off-guard with that question. But after clearing your throat your coping mechanism once again appears. „They didn‘t tell you, huh? Well, we had a past.“, you chuckle.

Tony rolls his eyes, annoyed by the childish behaviour, but it makes you smile even bigger. Pietro blushes at the sudden mention of him and tries to distract. „(Y/n), why don‘t you tell them about your powers?“.

„Ok, ok… I'm pretty good at Teleportation, mind manipulation and shape shifting objects.“

Bruce, who you learnt was the human version of the Hulk, was stunned. „Wow, that sounds like a nice substitute for Natasha.“ You smile at him appreciating.

„So Romanoff, since the only other mind stuffy person in this house seems to be pissed, you’ll start training with Rogers.“ Tony announced bugged.

„Can‘t wait.“ You and Steve get up to go to the gym and the rest starts talking about their new member.

„She seems like a faithful person. A true Romanoff.“, Bucky states.

„Ironically, she‘s really good at betrayal and hurting people.“, Wanda says snippy as she walks in to get a snack.

Pietro sighs, „Wanda, what the hell?“

„She‘s not as perfect as you think, Romeo.“

Tony claps to get their attention, „Concentration, guys! You better clear up, Wanda, I just got Information from Fury, you and y/n will be a team in tomorrow‘s mission.“ Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance, but she knows that it‘s unnecessary to protest.

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During training, all you thought of was Wanda. Then you tried to read, sleep, watch tv, but nothing could distract you from thinking about the Sokovian. It felt like all the feelings you tried to suppress this past year flood you now at the same time. You barely perceived that you got up, your feet carrying you to the kitchen. Standing in front of the kitchen door you finally wake up from your trance. Your hands are sweaty and shaky, your heart pounding. “What the hell am I doing here?“ You think and just before you turn around the door opens, hitting your shoulder lightly.

„Oh my god, I didn't see you, are you ok?“

„Don‘t worry, I‘m fine. I- I was about to leave anyway.“

„But you haven’t even been in there yet, (Y/N).“ The way she says your name releases a cluster of butterflies in your stomach, green eyes watching you amused. „I‘m sorry.“

„Really, it‘s fine. Wanda, list-“

„Don‘t, (Y/N). We don‘t have to do this.“, Wanda sighs.

You take a deep breath and continue, „No, I have to. I am sorry. For everything. I-...I miss you.“

„(Y/N), please, sto-“, she says almost whispering.

„As a friend. I miss my best friend.“

You notice slightly tears forming in her eyes. „You did this to me-“

„(Y/n)! We need you to show us your powers!“ Bucky shouts excitedly as he approaches you both.

„Bucky, now is really not the time to-“

„We need it. For the plan. You know, tomorrow‘s mission?“

You clench your fists and sigh, you know the private moment you just had was ruined. With one apologetic look to Wanda you follow Bucky to the meeting room.

This job will be your end.

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You weren‘t wrong about this job being your end. Well at least the circumstances. Last night’s events were just... crazy.

After showing the team your powers you went straight to bed, exhausted from all the physical training and psychological stress. When you heard the knocking on the door, you‘re surprised to see Pietro standing there after opening it.

„(Y/N), I think we should talk.“

„Pietro, i-...“, you sigh, „today‘s really not my day. Can we wait until tomorrow?“

„I can‘t wait. Please. I need to get this out.“

„Oookay, go on then, i guess.“, you say, kinda annoyed by the pushiness of the Sokovian.

„I‘m glad that you are here and ok.“

„So am I...“ you laugh humorlessly, „it certainly feels nice to know someone here that doesn‘t completely hate me“ Pietro looks you in the eyes and slowly comes closer. Your breath hitches and you gulp hard when he takes your hand.

„Pietro, what are you doi-“ Before you can finish the sentence, lips are pressed on yours. You are shocked by the action, and you hesitate to kiss back. Yet you can’t resist the familiar feeling of his lips caressing your own, so you kiss back.

„(Y/N), we need to...“, Wanda says approaching your floor but when she sees you both, she immediately freezes„...talk.“

The second you hear her talking you pull back and step away from Pietro. The brunette looks at you incredulously and then walks away.

„Wanda. Wanda!“ you shout while running after her. „Wanda, would you please stop eloping!“ She stops and turns around, eyes burning red. She‘s furious, dangerous, not in control of herself.

„Wanda, use your words. Calm do-“

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She did not calm down. In fact, she threw you against the closest wall. Even though you don’t have any serious injuries, you are mad. If you were trying to find the courage to talk to her, she could use her words too, right? The morning was quiet, too quiet if you are honest. Each time the door to the gym opened you startled, expecting to get yelled at. But it never happened. Once the twins walked in, they ignored you. Both of them, though Pietro occasionally glanced confused at you. After debating whether you should talk to her or not, you decided to walk up to her and confront her. „What the hell was that yesterday, Wanda?!“

She just huffs and continues to hit the punching bag, but you are determined to talk about it before going on a mission with her, you couldn‘t risk being distracted.

„You‘re acting like a bitch, I don‘t even recognize you anymore“, you say incredulously.

She aggressively turns around. „I am the bitch? You‘re the one that throws herself at anyone, not being here for even a whole day!“

„He“, you point at Pietro, „ he fucking kissed me! I never wanted it to happen. He caught me off-guard!“

„Oh and of course you couldn‘t defend yourself, poor (Y/N).“ Wanda ironically retorts, pushing you against your shoulder.

„Guys-“

„You literally came in one second after he kissed me-“

„GUYS!“ Pietro shouts and both of you turn to him, not noticing that he’s still in the same room. „What the hell is going on with you two?“

„You know what? What the hell Pietro, too! You can‘t just kiss me after not seeing me for a year! What if I don‘t like you anymore?“

„You don‘t like me anymore?“

„You don‘t like him anymore?“

You sigh. „Yes. No. I mean…. I don't like you anymore like that. I- I like you as a friend, Pietro. After you flew from Hydra-“

„-alone-“, Wanda interjects.

„After you flew from Hydra alone, it broke my heart! You freaking left us there!“

Wanda scowls. „And then you did the same to me some time later.“

„Wanda I-... You think it was easy for me to just leave you behind? Fuck, Wanda, do you really think that low of me? When Nat rescued me I tried to convince her to take you with us but she… we… you...“

„Say it, (Y/N). I was the enemy. You were the poor agent, kidnapped by Hydra and experimented on and I was the maniac that volunteered for a dangerous organization.“

„I tried to come back and get you!“

„Don't lie to me, (Y/N).“

„Oh my god“, you huff, „believe me for once!“

„Why should i?!“

„Because I love you!“

O oh.

You both tense, green eyes filled with rage, jealousy, confusion, probably every emotion there is, staring wide at you. You all stand there in silence, all shocked by your outburst, and the only thing that can be heard is your shaky breathing. „Shit. I- I need to go“, you mumble as you storm out of the room embarrassed.

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This was not going well. Your relationship with Wanda was already complicated enough and your dumb, unplanned love confession didn’t really help. However, you needed to suck it up, ignore all the overthinking in your mind. You are here for a reason. A job. Not a witch.

You are here for the missions. For Nat.

That’s what you tell yourself all the time. But your brain and your heart don‘t really agree, especially while being on a mission with Wanda. You have never been more thankful for your powers that were blocking her out from reading your mind, you were sure your thoughts were literally screaming at her. And gee, you know her too well, she was trying to read your mind - Wanda always has that certain concentrated cute gaze and slight wrinkles between her eyebrows when she does it. Studying her so precisely was a mistake, it made the whole thing even more uncomfortable.

She didn’t react to what you said earlier (not that you gave her that much chance), she acted like you never said anything important like that. But when she caught you staring at her she raised her eyebrows challengingly and broke the silence.

“Are you nervous?”

“Hmm? Oh well, no. I- I guess we had more difficult missions.”, you give her a shy smile and start playing with your fingers nervously.

“Sure.. That’s why you’re currently doing one of your habits when you’re nervous.`` Wanda teases.

You blushed, your cheeks turning faint red. “Let’s just do this'', you say, stepping out of the jet and putting in the comm - earpiece.

Your task wasn’t hard. Go in, kill the enemies, destroy the data, walk out. It was going well until you saw Wanda getting attacked from behind. But before the agent could point his gun at her and hurt her you shut your eyes close and focused on turning his gun into a flower.

“Romantic!”

“You’re welcome”, you playfully roll your eyes. You curse yourself for having no other - less with love connected - idea to use. You scream just before a grenade goes up next to you, throwing you through a glass door. You can’t use your teleportation in time and the impact is pretty hard, causing you to pass out.

Wanda turns after hearing your scream. “Shit, shit, shit Romanoff!”, she activates her comms, “Guys, pick us up, (Y/N) is down!” She stands protectively next to your unconscious body, defending you from getting attacked or worse.

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You wake up in the medical wing of the Avengers. The first thing you notice is that you’re still wearing your suit, so the injury couldn‘t be that bad. At least you thought. Only seconds later you feel the banging in your head, ringing sounds in your ears. You bury your face in the pillow, frustrated of being new and your first mission already gone wrong. You could hear them teasing you for being the “weaker” Romanoff and start rethinking the choice to even get on this team.

And then Wanda walks in and all thoughts are gone. No more noises, no hammering - all senses preoccupied with her. She seems tired, still wearing her suit as well, and exhausted.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” You look at her curious. “You look tired.”

She chuckles lightly. “You pass out and the first thing you comment is how I look? Wow.”

“What can I say, you really make me concentrate on other things than my condition.” She looks confused at your statement, though an amused smile on her lips. “Because you’re a known face- family- and that reminds me of my sister and gives me comfort.”, you stutter complete nonsense.

Did i really just say that?!

You wished she wasn’t standing there, then you would have been able to facepalm yourself as hard as you could.

“Oh, eh, sure. I’m tired, you were right. You were unconscious the whole night. I stayed, I thought it would be nice for you to not wake up alone.” She tries to overplay your weird comment.

“The whole night? Holy shit. I was unconscious for that long i-”, you feel your whole body tingling as you just now realize her purpose, “that’s very nice of you. Thank you.”

“No, no (Y/N). I owed you that. You saved me...thank you.”

“Wanda Maximoff, you do have manners after all.“ She playfully rolls her eyes on your comment and glances at the floor in embarrassment. „You’re welcome. You would have done the same - I hope?”

She giggles and you can’t help but smile like an idiot at that adorable sound. Then you just stare at each other, both too shy to break the comfortable silence. But then Wanda speaks up again.

“You know I’m-”, she starts fidgeting with her rings, “I’m sorry. For being such a bitch. I.. appreciate what you said… earlier. I guess I was just hurt and frustrated.“

“I know Wanda. Don’t be sorry. You have every right to be mad. It was wrong to expect that we could pretend like nothing happened back there in Sokovia.”

After a short silence Wanda asks, almost in a whisper: “Do- do you regret it?”

“What?! No! Loving you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. As a friend. But also more.”, you shake your head as if to underline your sentence and the last part of the sentence coming out almost inaudible, but she still hears it.

Wanda says nothing, she just nodds. But then she slowly moves her hand to your own and takes it. Ignoring the butterflies spreading all over your body, you squeeze her hand, happy you both stopped fighting. You shuffle to the edge of the sickbed and pat to the free place next to you. The Sokovian hesitantly moves next to you, but as soon as she feels your warm body next to her, she gives in and relaxes. You both lie there, just enjoying each other’s presence, until Wanda’s eyes start to get heavier and heavier and she eventually drives off to sleep. And seeing her, the girl you love, in this peaceful state relaxes you as well and you can’t fight falling asleep with the calming sound of her steady breathing next to you.

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Part 2

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x you #elizabeth olsen x you #wanda #wanda marvel #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fic

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: The dreaded weekend has arrived. It goes as well as you expected, but you made some new friends.

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First of all, let it be known that you tried oh so desperately to get out of this situation.

You tried to feign an illness, Bruce deemed you okay. You said you were supposed to be training with Steve, Bucky said he was on a mission. Hell, you even tried to get into trouble and be grounded, but your dad saw right through it.

“Y/n, why don’t you wanna go with Peter and his friends?” He asks, slightly irritated but mostly worried.

“Because...” You don’t answer the question. Instead opting to look around the common room and avoid eye contact.

“Because what? You love hanging out with Peter.” Then he mumbles,” Maybe a little too much”

You were going to defend yourself, but then you realized you had one more trick up your sleeve.

“It’s just...I realized that I haven’t really spent time with you.” You look at your dad with big eyes,” Ever since I met Pete, we’ve been hanging out almost every weekend, we rarely have any father-daughter time”

Tony’s face softens,” Well, you’re not wrong..”

Yes! He took the bait!

“Oh what the hell, Spiderling can just come over next weeke--”

“Tony!” Oh no..

“Hey Pep, I was just planning a daddy- daughter day with Y/n”

She looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetie, but your dad seems to have forgotten that we have a meeting to attend”

God damnit.

“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to go.” He pouts as Pepper drags him away. He turns to you, “ Kid, just go with Peter today, we can spend some time together tomorrow or something, OW Pep I’m coming!!”

You sigh, looking at the time and realizing that you had two hours to get ready. You slowly walk to your room, freading every step you take. On your way there you bump into Wanda. Literally.

“Oh sorry Wanda” You mutter, it’s still a little awkward between you two.

“It’s okay.” She smiles,” Are you alright, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” Ironic.

You sigh, and tell her about your plans with Peter and how he invited Liz and his friends.

“So, you’ve finally realized your feelings for the Spider boy.”

You choke hearing her words,” Wh-what?! Who said anything about feelings?”

She looks at you with a bored face,” You do know I can basically read your mind right? Besides, I don’t have read your mind to see you like each other. It pretty obvious all on it’s own.”

You look down, “ I don’t know, you should have seen his face when he saw Liz...”

It was silent for a second, then Wanda’s face grew a look of determination, “ Okay, then we’ll make him realize how much he likes you.”

With those words, she pulled you along into your room.

“When did she get so strong?” You thought to yourself, surprised at how easily she was able to maneuver your body.

Once you were in your room, she made for your closet.

“Boys are stupid” She said, going through all your clothes, “ They don’t realize they want something until someone else wants the same thing.”

“So..where exactly are you going with this?” You ask cautiously. Then she pulls out an oversized t shirt, biker shirts, and some sneakers.

“Everytime you see Peter, you’re bare faced and in sweats. And while there's nothing wrong with that, I know that you want Peter to recognize you was a potential partner, yes?”

You nod,” Yes, but what does dressing up have to do with anything?”

Wanda rolls her eyes,” Right now, he sees you as a friend. His buddy that he sees only on the weekend, away from his ‘normal’ life. You want to break that notion.”

You nod along, everything she says is making sense. Even if Peter is a little touchy with you, it seems to be very subconscious. You want him to look at you the way he looks at Liz. You want that silly smile he gives her to be aimed at you.

Besides, it has been a while since you got the chance to dress up.

You smile at Wanda, “ You know, you’re really fun to hang out with.”

She blushes at your words,” It's nice to have a girl to hang out with. Put on your clothes then call me, I’ll help you with your make up.” Then she walks out of your room, softly closing the door. You never realized it before, but Wanda really does keep to herself and Pietro. She’ll talk to Vision or Steve every once in a while, but it's pretty rare. Maybe you both weren’t so different after all...

You smile as you change, your talk with Wanda helped ease your anxiety for the moments. You decide to do your hair in your favorite hairstyle. Then you picked out some necklaces, the gold meshing perfectly on your brown skin. Then you called Wanda back in.

“Beautiful, Parkers not going to know what hit him” She says with a smile, “I know you don’t wear much makeup on a regular day, so how about this?”

She pulls up a picture on pinterest. You smile, she really looked up ‘black girl makeup’ on pinterest for you.

“I love it. I have some falsies I use for galas in my makeup bag.”

So you and Wanda spend the next thirty minutes doing your makeup. It really was fun. The two of you laughed and giggled at each other, sang along to the music playing in the background, and talked about anything and everything.

When you were finally done, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It was weird. Sure, you’ve been dressed up before, but that was usually when you went to fancy dinner parties with your dad. This was a whole other thing.

“You’re missing something.” Wanda says looking at you, “ But I’m not too sure what it is...” Then, Pietro peaks his head in the door.

“Um Wanda, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all ove-” “Pietro! You can’t just walk into a girls room without knocking!” “You’ve been in here for almost two hours how was I supposed to Kn--”

You chuckle at the two siblings bickering. It kind of reminded you if you and your dad. For a forty year old man, he really could act like a child.

“Since you’re here, we need a boys opinion” Wanda says cutting off whatever you were thinking about.

“What for?” He asks skeptically, finally realizing that there was another person in the room with them.

“She’s missing something, yes?” She says, pulling you over to them. Your face burns as you feel Pietro's gaze on you. Looking for whatever Wanda claims that was missing.

“That shiny sticky stuff you put on your lips.” He says,” oh and try these” a burst of wind hits your face and blows back Wanda's hair as Pietro runs and comes back with a pair of tiny sunglasses.

“Here.” He places them on your head, “You know, you’re actually really pretty.”

Wanda laughs,” If it doesn’t work out with Peter, you can always date Pietro”

“That's not what I meant!” He says with a blush, “ Are you finally going on a date with the Spider boy?”

You sigh,” No, he invited his crush and his friends to our shopping trip”

Pietro shakes his head,” You should make him jealous.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and you look at him in confusion,” What do you mean?”

“Men want things they can’t have. If you make him jealous, he’ll definitely pay attention to you.” Then his eyes widen, “ Hey! I can dress up like a teenager and--” “NO”

Wanda yells shutting down that idea,” Y/n, don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She hands you the lip gloss,”Now, just make sure to show him what he’s missing, act the way you do when you were with me.”

“Ms. Stark? Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the lobby.”

Wanda and Pietro with you to the elevator

“Good luck Y/n, remember what I said.” Wanda said with a wink.

Pietro smiled as the doors closed, but you could have sworn he smirked at the last minute.

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“Oh well” You think,” Okay, just be yourself, be yourself”

The elevator doors open to reveal MJ and Ned sitting on the lobby chairs. They stand up at the sound of the doors opening.

“Finally, Peter kept-- woah” Ned’s eyes widened at seeing you. “H-hi”

“Hi Ned” You say with a soft smile, “ Wheres Peter?”

“He’s outside waiting for Liz’s mom to drop her off” Mj said with a scoff, “ Really, you’d think she’d be on time..”

“Oh..okay” You say, already Peter was ignoring you for Liz and the day barely started. “Well, let’s meet him outside”

The three of you started to make your way outside when a gust of wind blew from the back.

“Ah Printsessa! I’m glad I caught you before you left”

oh no...

“You forgot your purse on the counter. I’m sure you need it or this shopping trip” He says with a smirk, holding the small bag with his finger.

Ned and Mj were in shock. Either because they were starstruck or because they weren’t expecting to talk to one of the Avengers.

“Hey guys! Liz is here!” Peter says walking into the building. ‘Oh hey Y/n”

“Hey Pete” You say, annoyed that he was just greeting you. Not even with a hug.

“Well!” Pietro saud loudly,” Here is your bag”

As you went to grab the bag, Pietro raised it out of your reach.

“Come on printsessa, I know you’re faster than that” He said in a teasing tone.

“Pietro! We have to go” You said with a laugh, confused on why he was acting like this.

“Okay okay” He goes to hand the purse to you,” You really do look beautiful, as always.” He says with a smile. “побачимось пізніше принцесою“

Then he pecks you on the forehead, winks at the group, and is gone with another burst of wind.

“What was that?” Peter asks,” I didn’t know you were so close with Pietro.”

“Well him and Wanda helped me pick my outfit” You said with a shrug, “I didn’t even know I was close to Pietro like that”

“Well, your outfit is super cute” Liz said with a smile.

“Damn I can’t even hate her, she's so nice” you think to yourself.

‘Thank you” you said weakly, “ I honestly didn’t know I had clothes like this”

“Neither did I” mumbled Peter.

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The five of you started the day by walking to some of the shops near the Tower. You,Mj, and ned ended up being left behind while Peter and Liz were in the front.

“Why did he invite us if he isn’t going to talk to us?” Mj mumbles to you and Ned.

“Aw come on Mj, Peter’s been trying to talk to Liz for like three years now.” Ned whispers back.

“That doesn’t mean he has to ditch his friends” you say quietly, Mj agreeing with you.

“Exactly, this is Y/ns first time out with friends and he’s missing it for Liz.”

“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” You say with a laugh,” I just don’t have any in the city.”

“Right” Mj says,” Either way, you don’t get out much.”

“That’s right! We should be having fun, not moping about Peter.” Ned adds, “Come on!”

He pulls you and Mj into the store, dragging you through the aisles and making you both try on ridiculous stuff. It was really fun, you laughed as Ned draped a feather boa on an annoyed Mj. But then you noticed that Peter and Liz were standing way too close to each other. Peter ran a hand through his hair as Liz laughed at whatever he said.

That cold feeling grew in your chest again. You watched as Peter awkwardly picked lint off of her hair as she smiled.

“Hey! We should go to this carnival they’re having!” Ned yells, ruining their moment.

“Way to go Ned” You think, satisfied at the outcome.

“A carnival?” Peter asks, “ I don’t know Ned, it's pretty far from here..”

“Aw come one guys! It one sub stop away from here! “

“I’ve never been to a carnival before” You said, “It sounds fun”

“But Mr. Stark said not to go too far..”

“You know a carnival does sound fun” Liz says, then Peter softens and gets that stupid look on his face.

“Okay fine” He says, “ We should get going.”

“Of course he agrees with her” Mj mutters.

“No kidding” You whisper back.

The walk to the subway was awkward, you all waited quietly for the train to get there.

“So..I guess you’ve never been on a sub before huh?” Liz said, trying to make conversation.

‘The last time I was on one, my mother was leaving me with my dad.” You said blankly, watching the people around you scurry. You didn’t mean to be so rude. Really, it wasn’t her fault that Peter liked her, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to spend time with Peter alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I..I didn’t know” Liz said looking away. Peter looked in between you two, as if he didn’t know who to comfort.

He chose Liz of course.

“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t mean to” He said rubbing her back. “ She knows that”

You and Mj simultaneously roll your eyes. She looks at you as if asking if you’re okay. You nod, appreciating the small gesture.

The group gets on the subway. You see Peter go to sit down, one space free next to him. You see Liz talking to Ned about the carnival and Mj was already sitting somewhere else. So you took the chance to finally be alone with Peter.

You sit down with a sigh, finally glad to be off your feet.

“Hey” You mutter to Peter, pulling out your lip gloss and mirror.

“Hey! Gosh I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever” Peter says chuckling. He turns to look at you. “So, are you having fun? Are Ned and Mj being nice to you?”

“Yeah, they’re great.” You say, pouting in the mirror. From your peripheral, you can see Peter glance at your lips. You smile, and suddenly turn towards him. Your faces close together.

“You look great..by the way..” He says lowly, “You look different..”

“Well, I’m not in my pyjamas” You saw with a light laugh. Peter laughs along with you.

“That’s true, I never realized that we mainly hang out at the tower.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to hang out somewhere else” You say, hinting that you want to spend time alone with him.

“Yeah..that would be nice” He whispers. He looks at you for a bit, examining your face. “Hey, umm, what was that with Pietro?”

You look at him in surprise, “ What do you mean?”

He turns red, “ Well, it’s just that..it kind of looked like he was flirting with you.”

Wait..is he.. “Peter Parker, are you jealous?” you ask with a grin.

“What? N-no!” He stutters,”It’s just that he..he’s like old!”

You laugh,” He’s twenty one, hardly that much older”

“Yeah..but still” He says with a pout, “I don’t need anyone taking my best friend away.”

Your heart flutters, the thought of him not wanting to lose you made you grow hot.

“Don’t worry web head, no one is going to take me away from you.” You say looking him in the eye. He smiles at you, taking your hand.

“Good, and no one is--” “Hey Peter, we’re here!”

Liz. Of course.

Peter practically throws your hand back into your lap.

“Oh awesome!” He says getting up from his spot and walking over to her.

Leaving you by yourself. Mj walks up to you.

“He’s an idiot.” She says knowingly, “Come on.” She grabs your hand, pulling you off the train and through the crowd. You let her, deflated at the fact that Peter put you second to Liz...again.

“Hey...I know you like Peter.” Mj says, “ But don’t let him get you down. You’re hot shit, if he can’t see that then fuck him.”

You look at her in shock, “I guess I have been pretty obvious huh?”

“No kidding” Ned suddenly appears, “If looks could kill, Liz would be six feet under.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your day, I just...I have no experience with this sort of thing.”

“But you’re a Stark...” Ned begins

“Yeah, but I’ve always been homeschooled, my first crush was on Steve and I was 7. This is different” You look at Peter, “ Peter was the first person my age I truly got to know. Not as Tony Stark's daughter, but as me.”

“Seeing him with Liz must be confusing. I’m sorry he’s so stupid” Mj says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go have fun.” Ned says, “ You shouldn’t let this situation bring you down.”

You smile, deciding Ned was right. The three of you walk up to the entrance. The air smells like fried foods and candy. Screams of children on rides and laughter of couples on dates fills your ears. The bright lights shine as the setting sun lowers in the background. You’re amazed, only ever seeing stuff like this in movies.

“Come on guys!” Liz shouts waving you, Mj and Ned over to a ride. The Himalaya. It was a ride that went in circles, each round faster and faster. But the thing that caught your attention was the rock music that played in the background.

“Sounds like the lab” You shout over the music, “Dad is always blasting music when I go down there.”

“Oh that’s true!” Peter shouts back, “ He let me pick the music once”

“Yeah and you picked some poppy trash” You teased, “ You trying to give my old man a heart attack Parker?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

“Oh sure”

“Next!” The attendant shouted. You started to make your way to the carts. Mj pulling Liz and Ned to go sit with her, she turned to you with a wink.

“Guess it’s you and me” Peter says looking back at Liz.

“Don’t sound so excited” You mutter, about to make your way to the next cart when the attendant stopped you

“Hey, do you wanna pick the next song?” He asks handing you a book full of songs.

“Sure, umm number 79″ You say with a smile, the attendant looks at you with a grin

“You have taste, I’m impressed”

“I get it from my dad” You say, about to walk away when he stops you again

“Your sunglasses might fall off, I’ll hold them for you” He says, taking them off your head.

You blush at his sudden closeness when you hear Peter shout

“ You coming Stark?” “Yeah I’m coming”

You smile at the boy and run off to join your friend.

“Sorry, he let me pick the song” You say, settling into the seat next to Peter.

“He was a little close don’t you think?” He says fiddling with the bar that serves as the seatbelt.

“I don’t know, I guess”

The ride started slowly going forward. The first notes of “You shook me all night long” starting to play. You along with several older adults started cheering. As the ride started moving faster, you started laughing and loudly singing along. The fluttering feeling coming back as Peter watched you sing. With that smile you know is reserved only for you. A smile you’ve seen time and time again, when you’re falling asleep during movie nights, or when you win at a board game.

At that moment, as you watch the world blur around you, it was just you and Peter. Yelling AC/DC lyrics in his face while he looked at you in amusement. This was how it was meant to be.

Then the song ends. And so does the ride.

Once it stops, Peter hops out and goes to help Liz out of her seat.

You sigh, making your way up to the attendant to get your glasses.

“Hey, thanks for holding them” You say taking your glasses, you smile at him and walk away. You catch up to the rest of your friends placing the glasses on your head.

“Y/n you have something on your glasses.” Ned points out. You reached out and felt piece of paper on your glasses. You take it off, you see the attendant has written his number on a piece of paper and attached it to your glasses

“ Ohhh look at you” Ned says, “looks like the playboy has passed from your dad to you”

Everyone laughs, except Peter for some reason. You look at him in concern, but before you can say anything Liz pulls him away to ring toss booth.

“ Come on guys, I want one of those fried Oreos,”

So again you were separated from Peter. It seems like every time you had a chance to get close to him somebody was always butting in.

You sigh, “maybe it wasn’t meant to be, I mean if he wanted to..he would right??”

Lost in thought you watch as Ned and Mj argue over something about Shakespeare. You tune out as you continue to think about Peter in the situation you’re in. That’s when you heard your name being yelled

“ Hey Stark!!”

You turn around and to your surprise, you see a familiar face.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Jason Todd??”

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A/n: fun fact there’s actually a ride called the Himalaya in an amusement park in my town. It basically does the same thing I described in the story it’s my favorite ride.

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