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anyone but you : b.b

you were Bucky's pocket of sunshine, his sweet girl outside of the avengers. a slice of normality in his less-than lifestyle, but what happens when you're pulled into it in the worst way? (2.6k)

we've got ourselves a good'un today angels, and you have @imagine-all-the-fandoms for the brill idea :)

warnings - graphic descriptions of torture and wounds. (but fluffy ending)

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“Mmh, okay. So, our options- wait stop laughing at me!” Throwing the menus in his direction, Bucky stifles the rest of his laugh by trying to play it off as a cough.

Shaking his head, Bucky picks up the menus that had been promptly thrown at him. "I'm not laughing at you doll." Bucky reasons, moving across the sofa to now kneel in front of the coffee table where you're perching opposite him looking through your phone for alternatives.

"Sure sounds like it to me." You chide, glancing up with a mischievous glint in your eyes, one Bucky can't help but get lost in, completely missing the words sounding from your lips. Clicking your fingers in front of him, Bucky snaps from the depths of his mind.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks, only elated as your grin widens into a playful smile. "Right, dinner!" Bucky slaps his hand down on his thigh before rising to his feet and dramatically clasps one hand over his eyes. "How 'bout we do the random selector, huh?"

Chuckling to yourself, you nod along before rising to your feet. "Let's do it, Barnes."

Covering your eyes as well, the pair of you reach down and clutch a menu in your grasp and open your eyes. "I got Chinese!" You announce, and Bucky grunts in disappointment as he holds up the leaflet loosely.

"I got the shitty pizza place a few blocks away." He groans, watching you cheer victoriously. "You won this time, Y/n." He rushes over to your side of the table, wrapping his arms around your waist before lifting you up, hearing you squeal before dropping the menu. "But I'll win next time, mark my words."

With your arms around his neck, Bucky dips you lowly with a smirk. "That so, Barnes?" You tease, leaning closer to his face. "We'll see." You add, closing the distance between you both with a sweet quick kiss. "Now come on, I'm starving!"

"Thirty minutes til we land, guys." Natasha announces from the front of the jet.

Unable to keep his knee from bouncing once the announcement was made, Bucky cannot stop his thoughts from returning to you. It had been a longer mission than anticipated with little to no contact with the outside world. He's so used to sending a text, a quick call to just hear your voice and know you're okay whether it be doing a mundane task or listening to you moan about a colleague.

That's one of the things Bucky loves about you; the normalcy of it all. You couldn't be more of a polar opposite to the former soldier, with a 9-5, a pension scheme, and health benefits included. Whereas he just gets thrown into the unknown more than he cares to admit and comes out slightly more traumatized with each mission.

Noting the nervous actions of his friend, Steve nudges Bucky's arm. "You got plans with Y/n once we get back?" Steve asks, knowing it'll help pass the remaining time until they land.

Within seconds the tension melts from Bucky's body and even Sam catches the barely there smile on the soldier's face.

"Going to this movie theatre she loves, it's kinda run down but she likes to call it 'old school.'" He quotes, picturing the first time you dragged him along to the theatre. "And well, I've got something planned for her, but I don't know." Bucky trails off, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

"Well, sounds great to me, Buck." Steve comments, moving slightly closer, and lowers his head in an attempt to keep the overs from interrupting. "So, you ever gonna bring her to the compound?"

Bucky sighs deeply and Steve backs up, knowing it's useless to even pry further into it.

"It's just so good, Steve." Bucky starts, glancing around at those around him, some looking through reports and others dozing off. "I don't want her to get enveloped in this side of our life." He explains and Steve simply nods. "I love what we have, and, and I don't wanna risk ruining that."

"Understood." Steve pats Bucky's arm. "She really brings out the best in you, you know?"

"Yeah, he's been notably less grumpy since they got together." Sam comments from the other side of the jet, receiving a brief glare from Bucky. "Less grumpy, Barnes. You're no ray of sunshine yet."

The rest of the flight sped by whilst Bucky remained deep in his thoughts which mostly circled around you. He was jolted from his memories once the jet landed and they all began to disembark.

As the team began to walk through the compound, Bucky quickly got his phone out to send you a message. But before he could even start to type one, a series of urgent texts flash up on his screen.

"Bucky?" Steve calls out to his friend who is almost frozen in place, staring down at his phone with panic written across his expression. "Buck?" Walking toward his friend, he looks down at Bucky's phone and feels his heart drop at what he's reading.

With a shaky hand, Bucky forces his head up to meet Steve's eyes. "Steve, I," He can barely form the right words, unsure what to even say. "This, this can't happen." His mind shifts to denial, but upon hearing his name being called urgently up ahead by Tony and Bruce he can feel his whole world crashing down on him.

The first sensation that came back was your smell. In hindsight, you wish it wasn't and that you could've remained senseless, but you weren't so lucky.

It smelt like metal, smoke, and sweat. Little did you know, that was all coming from you.

Your eyesight followed suit and quickly alerted your captures with delight that you were conscious at last. "Help!" You cry out, now noticing your arms shackled to a wall in a dank-looking cell. "Please, help me!" Within seconds the screams tear at your throat, scratching it raw as laughter enters your ears.

Through the shadows, a large figure emerges holding up an old school camcorder whilst he grimaces at you, eyes roaming over the wounds inflicted. "Bout time you woke up darling." The man snarls, moving closer into your enclosed space. "Wanna say hi to your friends?" Forcing the camera to your face, you're quick to turn your head away, only to feel a sweaty hand clench your jaw and force you to look directly into the lens as tears glisten in your eyes. "You know what to do if you want her back." The man comments, further confusing you about the situation before he reveals a small knife in his grasp.

"No, please," You plead, shaking your head at the sight of the knife rising before plowing it down into your thigh.

The last thing Bucky sees is your face contorted in pain, the movement of your lips as you scream in anguish. But all of the sounds have become white noise.

"Do we know who sent this?" Steve is the first to ask, noting Bucky standing too still for his own liking.

Raising his hand, Bruce swipes across and reveals three headshots of so-called reformed criminals. "Jason Donahough, Mark Whitehall, and Edward Polaski." Bruce points to each, pausing at the sound of Bucky's metal arm whirring, the plates sliding as he clenches both fists at the images.

"I know them." Bucky states through gritted teeth.

"A message was delivered with the video, we're trying to locate the source with the help of FRIDAY." Tony explains, revealing the two simple sentences.

Come get your girl, Winter Soldier. It's time to resume the game.

A shudder spreads through Bucky at the second sentence. They still remember what he did, and clearly aren't messing around this time.

"I have to go." Bucky tells himself, too in his own head to notice several pairs of eyes fall on him in alarm.

"Bucky, that's," Steve starts, but Bucky is already walking out the door before he can finish his sentence. "We gotta go, who's in?"

Almost every hand shoots up and Steve nods, everyone starts to file out, knowing what needs to be done.

They came in abruptly, knocking the chains on your ankles to alert you of their presence. Mostly they just wanted to taunt you, sometimes they'd spare you the pain of reminding you that you were alone and no one would come for you. But more often than not, they'd add to your growing list of injuries, conflicting another wound to your skin as more blood stains the tiles.

No one answers the questions you ask when conscious enough to form words. 'Where am I?' 'How long have I been here?' and the one that scares you most of all, 'Why me?'

"You think he'll come?" Your ears perk up at the question, and you force your heavy head up an inch to see two of your attackers conversing outside of your cell.

One of them is holding a phone tightly in his grasp, chewing on his lip at the question. "For her? Hopefully." He scoffs before looking back at you, noticing the corners of your lips rising weakly. "What're you smiling at, bitch?" His voice rises before he marches over to you, grabs a hold of your face with one hand, and stares you dead in the eyes. "Somethin' you wanna say?" He demands, eyes widening awaiting a response.

Instead, you spit in his face, watching him recoil in disgust.

"You'll pay for that," He states, reaching into his pocket for something whilst your eyes grow heavy once again, unaware of a red light flickering through the base and alarms blaring.

The two men exchange a look, one you're oblivious to when your head slumps back down to rest against your chest.

"Showtime." One of the men laughs, clapping his hands before they both exit the cell, leaving your weak body alone-something you can be silently thankful for.

"Bucky," His name passes from your lips before your eyes drop once more.

Leading the mission, Bucky refuses to trail from the plan. Sometimes, he'll swerve from the set motions, but when it comes to you, nothing is to be changed or come as a surprise.

Continuing through the dank corridors, Bucky keeps his gun aimed in front of him whilst Steve and Natasha follow behind. So far Bucky has not left a single guard standing, and some without breath.

"You think this is it?" Natasha questions, looking at a series of locked doors, each with a number printed above and the red light flashing.

Bucky remains silent, trying to zone out from the murmurs behind him. His eyes continuously scan over the doors, he homes in on the furthest down the corridor, noting the light flashing white instead of red.

"There." Bucky speaks up, picking up pace toward the door only to be surprised by three guards who start shooting.

Wasting no time, Bucky tears the three down with ease. He ignores their screams whilst he shoots and punches his way through them.

Breathing deeply, Bucky leans forward to see a series of buttons to unlock the door. "Got any idea-" Steve starts, only to be met with Bucky smashing his metal fist into the panel, causing the door to open.

Adjusting their eyes to the dimly lit room, the trio enter apprehensively.

Scanning the room, Bucky's breath catches in his throat at the frail figure in the corner of the room. "Y/n?" His voice croaks, wasting no time to rush to your side, delicately lifting your head up to his lap. Eyeing over your various injuries, Bucky shakes his head and nestles your cheek with his hand. "What've they done to you?"

"Buck, we've got to get her out, now." Steve places his hand on his friend's shoulder, watching his oldest friend help you up and break the chains keeping you cemented in place. "Nat's clearing our exit, we don't have long."

Upon picking you up, Bucky freezes at your loud cry. "I'm sorry, doll, I'm so sorry." He repeatedly mumbles into your neck as he cradles your body in his arms all too aware of you dipping in and out of consciousness.

Much to their surprise, their exit is easier than anticipated. With you lying limp in Bucky's arms breathing heartlessly, Nat starts the jet up.

"It was all just to prove a point." Bucky states quietly, an oxygen mask now covering your nose and mouth. "just to show they could still get back at me, after all this time." His fists begin to clench on the edge of the seat, something Steve quickly picks up on as he moves to sit beside the pair of you.

Looking down at you in daylight, Steve could feel his heart clench in his chest. From what he saw of you briefly in photographs, you were shell of the woman you were physically, let alone mentally when you eventually come to.

"She's safe now, Buck." Steve reminds Bucky, feeling a sense of hope wash over the jet at your eyes open.

"Buck?" You croak, trying to lift your hand up, only for it to be held tightly by Buckys. "You, you found me." Tears start to build in your eyes upon seeing his, only for them to quickly refill with black spots.

"Of course, I'll always find you." Bucky whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead as a tear glides across your skin.

two months later

"Okay, okay!" Bucky chuckles heartfully, clutching the menu in his grasp above his head whilst you pout up at him. "Just say sorry and it's yours, doll."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lightly sigh. "Come on, that's not fair. Steve will agree with me on this, right, Steve?" Glancing over your shoulder, Steve doesn't move a muscle from the armchair situated in the compound living area. "Steve?" Waving your hand, you reach for a cushion to throw at him, only for it to be deflected at the last second.

"I think you've got a slight advantage here, Buck." Steve chimes in, much to Bucky's playful dismay.

Lowering his arms back down, Bucky kneels in front of you with the menu in hand. "Here you go, doll." He winks, watching you snatch it from his grasp before wheeling backward toward the coffee table.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Barnes." You salute, reaching across for your crutch to ease you out of the wheelchair.

Upon hearing a quiet wince, Bucky's gaze falls upon you, and starts to walk in your direction to assist. "She's got this." Natasha pipes up, now entering the room to see what all the commotion was.

"Thanks, Nat." You smile, now using the crutch you reach for your phone, revealing the scarring on your forearm which sometimes hurts to see.

With a quick tug, you pull on the sleeve of Bucky's henley you've stolen before dialing for the takeaway and leaving the room.

Now left alone with two old friends, Bucky can practically hear their questions protruding. "She's just taking things a day at a time." Bucky explains, burying his head in his hands at the memories of the past few months.

"I mean, I haven't heard her laugh like this since before," He trails off, not wishing to finish the sentence as images of blood, your screams, and pleads replay.

"It's alright," Natasha comments with a soft smile. "She's tougher than she looks, for a civilian that is." She adds.

"Who're you callin' a civilian?" You speak up, feigning shock at Natasha's remark. "I happen to be a very special person." You add, slowly making your way toward Bucky.

Smiling at the interaction, Steve dares to ask. "And what makes you special, huh, Y/n?" He plays along, thankful to see Bucky's smile growing as you reach him, wrapping your free arm around his middle.

"'Cause this guy gets to date me." You state with a smug grin, feeling Bucky kiss your temple with a smile on his lips. "Nothing more special than that, right?" Looking up at Bucky, his smile only widens as the sparkle in your eye flashes for a moment, slowly making its return.

"Yeah, doll." Bucky tells you. "Luckiest guy around."

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heliads · 9 days

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I’d like to request a Pietro imagine. Pietro survived and became an Avenger. The female reader doesn’t have powers and isn’t an Avenger. She’s really smart and works with Tony and Bruce in the lab. She was hired after the whole Ultron fiasco. People underestimated her intelligence in high school and college because she’s a girly girl and loves the colour pink, but the Avengers aren’t like that. Pietro likes her and wants to date her.

'waiting around' - pietro maximoff

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When they tell Pietro he has to go to the labs, his first thought is to run.

He knows it’s silly. These are not the same doctors who made the Maximoff twins strong and fast and utterly alone in this world, these are the scientists with the Avengers. They’re the good guys. Apparently. But Pietro has learned fairly quickly that people calling themselves good aren’t always good in the end.

Pietro has a lot of learning to do since he and Wanda escaped Ultron a few months back. He’s doing his best to be patient and take things ‘one step at a time,’ as the Americans keep telling him. Mainly, he would like their steps to be faster. Pietro has things to do, and they don’t usually involve waiting in line for someone else to decide if he’s worthy of their loyalty or not. The Avengers are trying, he knows that. It’s just hard sometimes.

Especially when Pietro is still trying to shake off the feeling that he should have died back in Sokovia. He came away with his share of narrow escapes, but there was one moment towards the end, when the ships were firing at him, when Clint needed his help, that Pietro thought would be his last. Luckily, he was faster than a few bullets, but there’s still this nagging voice in the back of Pietro’s subconscious that whispers to him late at night: what if you hadn’t been fast enough?

So he’s been uneasy as of late. What about it? Stress is common in inhumans and Avengers, one glance around this coffee-dependent complex could tell him that. Still, it’s a good thing to get checked out. That’s part of the reason Pietro is being directed to the labs, along with a need for a good annual physical.

It sounds good, too, were it not for the fact that Pietro has had plenty of experience with laboratories in the past few years and none of it was good. The Hydra labs made him strong, in a sense, but they were torturous. He can still remember the pile of corpses ushered out every day, the experiments that failed. He remembers curling up in a corner of his cell, begging his body not to give out, not to make him another body in a bag. He lived, but he remembers.

This is not Hydra. Pietro knows that. He left them behind. Still, there will always be some part of him that shrinks away from every syringe, that distrusts every doctor who comes poking and prodding at the bizarre novelty that is an inhuman. That will never go away, no matter who’s side he’s on.

Still, the lab remains. He has to go in, the others will know if he doesn’t. At first, Pietro hesitates just outside the door, afraid to knock, afraid to listen. There was always a chill in the air throughout the Hydra complex, he remembers the gooseflesh forever on his skin. Signs that nothing good happened within the walls. Or maybe it was just because of the stone buildings in cold climates. Everything has an explanation.

He can’t back out now. Pietro grits his teeth and swings the door open in one broad movement. For a moment, he stands there, waiting to walk back into his old cell, his old life, and then he looks around and realizes with a grin that he’s going to be fine. This isn’t a Hydra ploy to get him back under their thumb. For one thing, Hydra never used this much pink. Just barren walls and gloomy, monstrous skull logos. In retrospect, that should have been a bad sign. Pietro has a problem with ignoring details, though, and it tends to get him in trouble.

These details, however, are quite difficult to be ignored. Everywhere Pietro looks, he sees pinpricks of pink– the handle of a pipette, labels on equipment, notebooks full of scrawled data points, hair ties in a carefully organized container. No, Hydra never had this much fun, and Pietro is starting to think that this is going to be very fun indeed.

Smirking to himself, Pietro weaves further through the lab. He sees a few assistants scurrying around in the back, but they pay him no mind so he does the same. Pietro almost reaches the end of the room when a sudden voice calls out to him: “Don’t take another step.”

Instantly, Pietro freezes. The owner of the voice walks towards him, a young woman about his age in a lab coat. She must be the owner of the lab, too, because he spots a pink tie in her hair matching the others near the door. The name stitched onto the left breast pocket of her lab coat reads Dr. Y/N L/N, so Pietro knows she’s the one he was supposed to find.

She points to Pietro’s feet, where he notices are just touching a line of caution tape on the ground. “If you went any further, you’d be at risk of getting your eyes blinded by the lasers,” she informs him cheerfully.

Pietro’s face drops. Only now does he notice the hazard signs. “Huh. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

Y/N arches a brow. “Do you always wander around lab space without watching where you’re going? Seems like an awfully dangerous habit for me.”

Pietro grins. “Well, I usually rely on my reflexes to get me out of trouble. I’m pretty quick.”

To prove it, he uses his speed to instantly move right behind the woman. She spins around, donning an indignant look that Pietro decides is very cute. “Don’t do that,” she scolds him.

Pietro folds his arms across his chest, grin broadening. “Why not?”

“I’ll tell Steve you’d like to do some weight training with him in the gym, and you think you can outlift him,” she threatens.

Pietro feigns surrender. “Anything but that, please.”

At last, Y/N’s lips twitch up into a smile. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Now, let’s focus. Tony sent you in to get a checkup, right?”

Pietro nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Wrong,” she tells him. “Tony actually sent you in here to get on my nerves. He does that a lot. I’m busy and he likes distracting me. We’re going to get through this as quickly as possible, alright?”

Pietro has to fight not to laugh. “And here I thought everyone in the labs gets along.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Most of the time, yes. Except when he sticks me with babysitting duty.”

“This isn’t babysitting,” Pietro protests, “I’m getting to know you. I already feel like we’re the best of friends.”

Something that might be a smile flits across Y/N’s face, but she takes great pains to hide it to him. Pietro, who has always cared a little too much about getting people to laugh at his jokes, follows her like a dog as she walks through her lab. “You can laugh, you know. It won’t kill you.”

The smile is gone as quickly as it appeared, and Pietro instantly wishes he hadn’t said a word. “I’m working right now,” she tells him abruptly. “That means I’m focused. Don’t get in my way.”

Surprised and somewhat hurt by her shift in mood, Pietro goes quiet, but he can’t resist asking a second later, “I’m not trying to interfere with your work, I promise. Does that often happen?”

Y/N goes still. Pietro is half expecting her to just ignore him when she finally speaks at last, very quiet and very unlike the fiery personality he’d seen before. “Every time someone new comes in here. And with half the people I’ve already met, anyway. You’d be surprised what a few pink accessories can do to someone’s reputation, and their credibility in a lab.”

Pietro grimaces. “I’m sorry about that, honest. That’s not what I was going for, by the way. I joke with everyone.”

At last, Y/N meets his eyes. There’s a faint tint of humor swimming in her gaze. “I think I got that.”

She’s smiling, though, so he takes that as a good sign. Once that initial barrier was crossed, Y/N opens up a little more, and then Pietro finds himself stopping by her lab almost every day when he’s not off on a mission. He sees her thrilled with success after an experiment worked, and desolate when they don’t. He sees her consumed with stress. He sees her brow knit with careful concern as she patches him up after a mission. Through all of it, Pietro is increasingly risky with his heart, and then one day, he knows he loves her.

It’s a foolish thing to do. Y/N has confided in him many times that she’s afraid people only will see her as a girl first and a researcher second, someone who can be taken out for drinks but never a valid source of knowledge. If he makes his move now, she’ll never forgive him for being just like the others.

So he doesn’t say a thing, and descends further and further into hopelessness. Wanda says he’s ridiculously obvious, but Y/N still doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing, so maybe the only person more oblivious than Pietro is Y/N, and that’s saying something. Pietro doesn’t want to ruin their friendship, but as the days slip by and Pietro only falls more in love with her, he wonders if he hasn’t already ruined it by always wanting more than he can have.

He’s starting to wonder if he is simply going to carry this secret with him forever, until Y/N catches him at it one evening. The night is growing late, and Pietro has retreated to one of his favorite hiding places in the Avengers complex, Y/N’s lab, to watch her conduct her experiments and indulge in some idle chatter. They’ve grown quiet, and Pietro is leaning against a benchtop, doing nothing but watch her. Some of the motion-sensor lights in the corners of the lab have gone off from inactivity, giving the lights above them an extra glow. The light plays upon Y/N’s face and makes her eyes shine.

Pietro is just thinking that he’s never seen someone more beautiful in his entire life when Y/N looks up and catches him in the act. Instantly, Pietro pretends as if he’d simply been watching her pipette some samples into the well plates in front of her, but her brow is already furrowing and she’s asking him what’s wrong.

Pietro shrugs elaborately. “Nothing, nothing. Just thinking.”

“Really?” She asks, grinning slightly. “I didn’t think that was a normal thing to you.”

Pietro rolls his eyes. “Very funny.”

“I thought so,” Y/N hums. “What were you thinking about? You seemed very preoccupied.”

“Nothing,” Pietro repeats, but Y/N doesn’t seem convinced.

“Come on, I didn’t think we were the type to keep secrets from each other. What are you trying to hide?” Y/N asks.

Pietro scratches the back of his head, suddenly awkward. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Even better,” she says, laughing slightly. “What is it?”

Pietro should stay silent, but he can feel the secret rising up his lungs and forcing itself out before he gets the chance. “I’m in love with you,” he blurts out.

Y/N’s eyes widen. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it obviously wasn’t that. “Oh,” she says quietly.

“Yeah,” Pietro says, wanting to stab himself in the eye with a nearby multitool. “Oh.”

He eyes the door, and has just decided that a strategic retreat is the best move when Y/N interjects, “I love you too, you know.”

Pietro turns around so hastily that he almost upsets a nearby rack of micropipettes. “What? You do?”

She’s glancing at her work, but he can tell that she’s embarrassed. “Yeah. Thought you knew.”

“Obviously I didn’t, or I would have done something about it,” Pietro blurts out.

Y/N glances up again, smiling again. “Like what?”

“Like take you out on a date,” Pietro returns. “How about it? This Friday. Seven. I’ll pick you up.”

Y/N laughs. “That sounds good to me.”

It sounds good to Pietro, too. When he leaves Y/N’s lab at the end of the day, he’s practically giddy. All this time, he was afraid of telling her, and now he’s wishing he spilled his guts much earlier. Regardless, he has what he wants. They’ll have their date, and Pietro is going to feel like he’s on top of the world.

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nattyswhore · 1 year

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“Mommy? Sorry… my other Mommy.”

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: you ran out of gravy in the middle of a dinner with your family and your girlfriend so you decided to ask your mommy to get it for you which quickly turned into an awkward moment for everyone.

warnings: use of term ‘mommy’, thats about it?

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Natasha’s hand rested on your thigh, holding a glass of red wine with the other as she let out a small laugh at a story your Aunty was telling.

You stared at her dreamily, admiring how peaceful she looked, enjoying how well she got along with your family and as if she noticed a pair of eyes watching her, her head snapped to the right and suddenly her green orbs were staring right back at yours.

She raised an eyebrow before giving you a teasing smile and a quick squeeze on your thigh, “Do I have something on my face, milaya?”

A teasing tone was laced in her voice making you roll your eyes playfully, “Can’t I just admire my sexy girlfriend in peace without needing a reason?”

“You’re such a sweetheart, darling.“ She hummed, a small smile playing on her lips. “Always know how to flatter me.”

“I just love how you get along so well with them already,” You said gently, referring to your family. “I knew they’d like you but I didn’t know they would like you this much. I mean have you seen the way my cousin has been staring at you ever since we got here?” You teased. You noticed how your married cousin was practically drooling over the redhead which you couldn’t blame her for, not when your girlfriend was this gorgeous.

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes, a playful smirk forming on her lips. “I mean what can I say, baby? what’s not to like?”

You giggled at her and slapped her arm softly. She wasn’t wrong, what isn’t there to like? She was a 32 year old successful woman that owned a multimillion dollar company with a personality and green eyes that can capture anyone’s attention, what more can you say? Your girlfriend just had a way with everyone, she was a natural with people.

You turned to your food and grabbed your fork, you were just about to stuff another mouthful of mashed potaoes in your mouth before realizing you had ran out of gravy.

A small frown formed on your lips before looking for the brown sauce. You saw it sat right in front of your mom, who was sitting a few seats to your left on the other side of the table so you figured you could easily ask her for it.

You leaned towards her side, slightly leaning onto Natasha’s arm in the process before asking, “Mommy, can you pass me the gravy please?”

Your mom nodded, quickly reaching out to grab the sauce but right as she grabbed the handle, another hand grabbed the other end as well.

Both hands paused as your brows furrowed for a second before realizing what just happened. Oh shit, you thought as you slowly turned to your left with wide eyes and saw Natasha reaching out for the gravy.

She thought you were talking to her.

You noticed she was already staring back at you with a similar expression before turning back to your mom and back at you again, a blush on your cheeks starting to form when you realized everyone in the table was now staring at you guys.

“I think she meant her actual Mommy, Natasha.” One of your cousins giggled, making your face flush red and the redhead looking like a gaping fish before pulling her hand back quickly and muttering a quick sorry.

Your family seemed to have caught on when your Auntys and Uncles formed O’s with their mouth while your cousins tried not to bust out laughing, making you internally groan already knowing the teasing that’s about to come after dinner.

You turned to your girlfriend and gave her a subtle glare only she would understand that said “You’re dead.” She was about to say something but you cleared your throat and grabbed the gravy from your mom, not daring to look at her and your dad’s eyes.

You knew they were going to have a word with both of you later, you basically just outed a piece of your sex life during a dinner with your whole family for Gods sake. You internally slapped your forehead, already preparing to lecture Natasha when you get home.

Your family was never going to let you live this down.

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oneshotnewbie · 2 months

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Can you do a natasha romanoff one shot, where she has a younger sibling and they get injured on a mission?!

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The mission took place in a dilapidated warehouse, the rooms of which are filled with dark shadows and wild flames. Natasha moved silently through the dark corridors, followed by you. Your goal: Recover highly explosive information that has the potential to shake the world if Thanos gets his hands on it.

You both move smoothly and nimbly, each step calculated and careful. The tension was heavy in the air as you delved deeper into the dark interior of the abandoned facility. The faint glow from the Fire of Destruction barely illuminated your path as you moved forward amid the eerie danger. "Y/n, stay close to me. We have to be careful."

You nodded and followed her on tiptoe, feeling your way forward carefully, the tension literally palpable. Suddenly a loud crash breaks the silence. "What was that?" you asked and Natasha abruptly slowed her pace. She raised a hand to make you stop and still, listening into the darkness. An ominous silence follows before armed guards dart out of the darkness. A moment of silence is shattered by an intense battle and chaotic gunfire.

The shots echoed through the halls as you reflexively ducked for cover. You use every skill you learn to resist the guards' attacks. But in the confusion you didn't notice the security guard creeping up from behind. Several shots cut through the air and you are hit. You fell to the ground, a pained scream escaping your lips.

“Y/n!” your sister shouted in horror, reacting immediately, but every step seemed to be in slow motion. She desperately fights her way through the enemies to get to you. When she finally reached you, her heart sank as she saw the blood stains and trickling blood on your clothes. The smell of lead and fear mingled in the thick, dust-filled air.

"N-nat, it hurts so much," you gasped in pain and the redhead held your hand tightly as she tried to stay calm, looking for a way to connect back with the others and get you onto the jet to take you to Bruce at the base. "Stay with me, sladost'. Everything will be fine. I promise."

You struggled to breathe as Natasha tried to stop the bleeding, pressing her fingers hard on two of the wounds. Every second felt like an eternity as she struggled to steady you while the battle raged on around her. Her heart was pounding against her chest, anger at hurting you fueling her.

"Y/n, listen to me. You have to stay strong, understand? As soon as the others are finished with the mission, we'll get you out of here together," she spoke firmly and you tried to smile, but the pain was too much. Your sister pressed harder on the wound to stop the bleeding as she screamed desperately through the comms. "I need help here, y/n is seriously injured!"

"Hold on, we'll be with you in a moment," Captain America replied seconds later, but when she finally heard the sounds of helicopters from outside filtering through the walls of the warehouse, she knew that her time was limited and working against her. Worry about you made her tremble inside as she frantically waited for the other Avengers to arrive.

"You can do this. Just stay with me. Please, stay with me," she pressed harder on the wound, her voice a quiet promise of hope for her beloved sister. You, on the other hand, just nodded weakly as your eyelids grew heavier. Natasha fought back tears. "Stay awake, please."

The quinjet lights burst through the windows and Natasha felt a touch of relief. Their team had taken out every guard and other helicopters and were now arriving to take you away for much-needed medical attention. The mission may be completed and the goal achieved, but the worry for you were stronger than the happiness about the outcome of the mission.

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Natasha rushed towards the Avengers base with you in her arms and immediately towards Bruce Banner. You were pale, your breathing shallow, and the blood on your suit was a frightening reminder of the danger you had just escaped. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she hoped, with racing thoughts and a nagging feeling of fear, for the medical help she knew she could find here.

As she ran in, she saw him already standing ready to take over your treatment. Her steps were rushed and her gaze pierced the young man as he ripped you from her arms and placed you carefully on the table.

Her heart ached with worry, but she forced herself to remain calm so as not to scare you further as she felt your half-open eyes on her. Thoughts raced through her mind, the memory of the scream of pain echoing in her mind. She was caught between the need to be strong and the urgent desire to break down and cry. "Nat, you'd best get out now,"

But she didn't listen to Bruce and just stood there, her eyes fixed on you while he took care of you. The hand at her side clenched into a fist, a desperate attempt to contain the emotions raging wildly within her. Fear, guilt and despair fought for dominance in her mind.

As he begins to cut through your clothes, she is dragged outside by Tony and Steve, reality like a leaden cloak in front of her eyes. The world seemed to stand still as she forced herself to breathe deeper and control her emotions. Her thoughts were with you and with all the things she still wanted to say and share with you. The burden of responsibility weighed heavily on her as the eldest sister and protector. Natasha bit her lip to hold back the tears that stung the edges of her eyes.

But it was the powerlessness that tormented her the most. The feeling of not having done enough to protect you. A feeling of loneliness crept into her thoughts as she waited outside the room for Bruce to give her an update on your condition.

The minutes stretched out like hours, and every second without information about your condition felt like a slap in the face. The insecurity was gnawing at her, and she just wanted reassurance that you were on the mend.

Finally, after long hours, he stepped out, his face neutral, but the seriousness in his eyes told her the gravity of your situation. Natasha's heart stopped as she prepared for the worst, ready to accept any news as long as you were okay.

"She is stable. The bullets didn't hit anything vital, but I had to take out her gallbladder. She lost a lot of blood and is unconscious, but she will recover," he said the words that were like a release for Natasha. Relief flooded through her, followed by an endless feeling of gratitude for Bruce, who had fought for your sister's life. "You can go to her if you want."

Her eyes wandered back to the treatment room and she felt like a statue, caught between the desire to be with you and the need to give you rest so you could get back on your feet.

Natasha's heart continued to beat fast, but now it was the hope that you would make it that influenced her racing heartbeat. "Thanks, Bruce. For everything." She said in a whisper and threw herself into his arms before deciding to go to you and hold your hand until you woke up again.

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Tomorrow

Steve Rogers Fic

I wrote this fic because Chris Evans was declared People's Magazine World's Sexiest Man and it's been a year. I can't believe I only got around to finishing it now.

Y/N’s home could only really be called a villains lair.

It’s high cavernous walls; the gothic spires that towered over the lot; the human-sized gargoyles that lined the dark roof; and the dark exterior cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of the grey sky meeting the even greyer sea. It was perched high above a cliff, carved into the very stone of the mountain.

The frigid salty wind that bellowed from the sea had rain slapping against Steve’s suit, darkening it’s blue leather. He hated the miserable weather, the dark grey sky and the pelting rain reminded Steve of memories of the war that he would rather sooner forget.

But right now, he couldn’t care less.

His feet slapped against the gravel, taking him up to the foyer of Y/N’s home. The large oak doors of her home were slammed shut and Steve found his hands rapping against the wood. He could almost imagine the sound echoing around the cavernous house, up towards Y/N’s room.

Steve knew Y/N didn’t get many visitors and so his presence was an anomaly to her.

She had a sordid reputation after all, one that had her painted as an enemy of the Avengers.

But right now, Steve didn’t care about that.

In fact, all Steve could care about right now was Y/N.

“Y/N, open up!” He banged against the solid doors once again, his body a live wire of buzzing energy and adrenaline begging to be released.

He was met with silence.

The rain was beginning to pelt harder against his body, the wind howling in the distance. The storm was a big one, the biggest of the year if the news was right. Worry and panic seized Steve the moment he heard, his heart thrumming loudly in his throat. Y/N didn’t live in the friendliest of environments and though he knew she would loathe Steve for caring about her, he couldn’t help it.

“Y/N!”

Still no response.

He could break down the door. She’d hate him for sure but she’d always hated him. At least this way, he knew she was okay.

“Y/N, I swear—“

“Rogers?”

Her voice had been swallowed by the wind and if it wasn’t for his exceptional hearing, Steve wouldn’t have heard her lovely voice.

The relief that seized him nearly had his knees buckling to the ground. He spun, meeting Y/N’s E/C eyes, wide with surprised and confusion. Despite the hard sleets of rain that continued to rain down, she was perfectly dry, not a strand of hair out of place. Her face was perfectly made up, her lips painted a beautiful red, rouge streaking her cheeks. She looked wonderful and alive.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N didn’t sound as furious as she usually did, simply confused. As if seeing Steve standing in her front door had stunned her to silence.

Steve didn’t care. He reached for her, relieved to find her hard and solid beneath her hands and not some ghostly apparition.

“There’s a storm,” Steve panted, eyes locking to Y/N’s own E/C ones, “biggest of the year. I-I thought… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her eyes fluttered in surprise. “You… you wanted to see if I was okay?”

Steve nodded, unabashed. He was glad to see that she was fine and there was no hiding the relief that had him straightening.

He knew he wasn’t suppose to care about her. She was the villain and he was a hero. He was suppose to hate her, capture her right now for whatever nefarious scheme she was no doubt plotting to take down the Avengers.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

He didn’t care about their roles and he certainly didn’t care about what his teammates would say or what other people would say. Right now, all he cared about was her.

Y/N seemed to hesitate before she pushed past him and opened her heavy front door as easily as if it was made of plastic.

A roaring fire was raging in the hearth of her living room, the smell of cookies baking in the oven like an invitation to Steve, begging him to enter through the threshold.

“Why don’t you come in?” Y/N said softly, waiting by the opened door. “Maybe wait for the storm to settle before you leave?”

Steve looked down at his sodden clothes, at the fat drops of water that dripped to the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might ruin your furniture.”

Y/N stretched out her hand towards him, her fingers hovering above his face. A strange warm sensation enveloped Steve, like a blanket had suddenly been wrapped around his shoulders. Steve looked down, his clothes suddenly dried. His hair, that was once plastered on his forehead, was now dry and fluffy and not a drop of water splashed on his shoes. In fact, even the puddle that had steadily gathered around his feet had been wiped cleaned, lightening the once dark wood. Magic was strange but there was no denying its benefits.

“Come on in.” Y/N stepped aside, her face impassive.

Despite racing here upon learning of the raging storm, Steve hesitated now. He’d never been inside of Y/N’s home and though their relationship was more or less antagonistic, it felt strange to have her invite him to her sanctuary. He felt like an intruder, rifling through Y/N’s innermost secrets in the hope of gleaning information to use against her in their next confrontation.

Thunder rumbled loudly above their heads followed by a flash of lightning that briefly illuminated Y/N’s features. She was peering at him through her lashes, her lips pursed as if she herself was unsure she should let Steve in. He wondered if she’d turn him away now.

Instead, she further leaned into the door, opening the entrance even wider. “I don’t bite. Well, I don’t bite hard. So come on in before I magic you into a deep sleep and you can have Stark kiss you awake.”

The smell of cookies continued to waft through the opened door and that was enough to convince Steve to get in.

He felt warm almost immediately, the chill that had previously gripped him suddenly chased away by the magic in the atmosphere. The smell of melted butter further saturated his nose, the warm fire raging in the living room permanently removing the chill of the outside world.

“Shoes off,” Y/N said as she removed her own shoes, placing it neatly on the shoe rack by the door.

Steve followed suit, desperately trying to remove the feeling of awkwardness that seized him.

Y/N walked into her home, not bothering to wait for Steve to follow her.

Despite the imposing exterior of Y/N’s home, the interior told a different story. It was warm and inviting, the walls painted a rich green and covered with beautiful paintings. Red velvet furniture was scattered all about the space, the most notable being the large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered the right side of the room. It was filled with books and different sculptures decorated the empty spaces. There was even a medieval suit of armor between the shelves. There was a staircase to the left, leading to what Steve could only assume was the bedrooms. A lush carpet was laid before him, covering the whole expanse of the room.

Steve followed Y/N, who’d walked through the a door next to the fireplace.

The smell of baking cookies intensified, causing Steve’s mouth to water. He’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth and even now, in the presence of his enemy, he couldn’t deny the pang of cravings.

Y/N led them to a modern kitchen, one that was vastly different from the living room they’d just left. There was a kitchen island in middle with white leather seats lining the side and even a breakfast nook big enough for eight people towards the right. There was a TV on the farthest wall of the nook, turned off and quiet. The panels of the countertops were a gleaming marble, the walls painted a pretty light blue. There were two refrigerators, wide enough to fit at least two people inside and no doubt fully stocked with cooking ingredients and snacks. One of the counters was occupied by an espresso machine, as fully stocked as a busy cafe with equipment Steve didn’t know the name of scattered around the side. The stove was set on the other side, with eight burners set against shiny metal. There were two ovens below it, one of it lit and where no doubt the smell of baking cookies came from. There was a bookshelf to the side below the TV, filled with different cookbooks and some in languages Steve couldn’t understand. While the living room was warm and slightly dark, the kitchen was all light, the walls covered in windows that let in plenty of light even with the dark grey sky.

“I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting guests,” Y/N said, the words coming out almost stiffly. An apron magically appeared around her waist and she got around to continuing whatever it was she was doing before Steve got here.

In truth, Steve wasn’t sure where the mess was. The kitchen was clean and pristine without even a speck of dust floating in the air. He wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed silent, his eyes roving around the space.

“Anything you prefer to drink?” Y/N said just as the oven dinged. She pulled open the door of the oven and with the use of her powers, telekinetically moved the hot tray of cookies towards the kitchen isle. “I make a mean cup of coffee. Or if you want some chocolate or tea, I can make those for you too.”

“Coffee sounds great,” Steve said with a slight smile, pushing aside the awkwardness. It was strange, he thought, that the only pieces of conversation Steve ever had with Y/N was when he’d captured her or when she was monologuing her villainous plans or when she was behind bars and was too tired to escape, choosing instead to make idle conversation with Steve.

“You can take a seat, you know,” Y/N gestured at one of the stool in the kitchen island and Steve watched in wonder as what seemed like invisible hands pulled the stool, giving him space to take a seat.

Steve didn’t even hesitate. He took a seat on the stool and silently watched as Y/N used her powers to move the cookies to a cooling rack. An almost white glow seemed to envelop the cookies as they slowly moved from one tray to the next. She moved assuredly, her eyes trained in concentration in the task before her. “How do you like your coffee, Rogers?”

Steve paused, a little surprised by the question but he wasn’t really sure why. She’d already offered to make it for him. Why should he be surprised that she would make it to his liking? “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

At that, she stopped. Her eyes snapped to his face, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You don’t know what kind of coffee you like?”

“Well back then our only option was black. No cream or sugar because of the war. There’s all these options now and I’ve never really got around to exploring them before.”

With the way Y/N stared at him, it was a miracle a hole hadn’t burned through his forehead.

“Why don’t I make you my go to coffee order so you can give it a try? You aren’t allergic to anything, right?”

“I’ll have whatever you’ll have. I was allergic to whole bunch of things before the serum but I’m not anymore.”

Y/N simply nodded silently before walking towards the espresso machine and grabbing ingredients from one of the massive fridges. Cartons of milks and bottles of syrups flying out of the fridge in a neat conga line, swaying this way and that.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that I wasn’t allergic to anything,” Steve said, his words trailing off. Y/N was smart, a certifiable genius who could wield magic more effectively than Steven Strange. She wasn’t nearly as powerful as Wanda but there was no denying that she’d give the Scarlet Witch a run for her money if the situation called for it. Steve had expected that Y/N would learn everything there was to know about the Avengers, especially since they were her enemy.

“I did know you weren’t currently allergic to anything,” Y/N said, her words almost indecipherable over the loud din of the brewing espresso. “It would have been rude of me not to ask so I did.”

Oh.

Well, Y/N was nothing if not impeccably well mannered.

She turned to him then, her gaze pure unbendable steel as her eyes locked to his. “Steve, what are you really doing here? I haven’t done anything remotely villainous for the past few months.”

“I told you, the storm.” Even his words sounded feeble in his ears.

“You expect me to believe that you came all this way to, what, protect me from the hurricane? My house is reinforced by magic, Rogers. Nothing can harm me while I’m in here. Not rain, snow, tsunamis, earthquakes or hellfire. And I know you know that. And if what your saying is true and you wanted to warn me about the storm, I’m suppose to suddenly believe that you, what, care about me? So why are you really here?”

The urge to tell her that he really did care about her fought its way out of his throat, scratching and biting and screaming as he struggled to push it back to whatever box it crawled out of. Feeling anything but antagonism for Y/N was a recipe for disaster, one that had the word DOOM spelled out all over it.

The truth is, they were two very different people. Or, at least, Steve desperately hoped that they were different.

He was a good person. He didn’t need a super soldier serum to tell him that he was a good person.

But calling Y/N a villain wouldn’t have been fair to her.

She was so much more.

When it came to Y/N, the lines were always blurred. Even when she did terrible things like murder people, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad for any of the people she’d killed because they themselves were monsters. And when she did good, it was far better than any goodness Steve had done in his life. Y/N had been known to heal children sick with cancer, permanently purging their diseases from their bodies. She’d helped protect rape victims and domestic abuse survivors by giving them protective charms.

But because of her methods, because she’d never been afraid to kill and hurt in order to achieve her goals, she’d been labeled a villain.

Her personality changes were enough to give Steve whiplash.

Still, Steve couldn’t deny the obvious attraction between them.

The first time the Avengers had captured her, she had been in a gleeful mood. Almost manic. She’d succeeded in assassinating a high profile senator who was running for the presidency and while his profile was clean cut on the outside, his assassination broke the news that he wasn’t as good as he claimed to be. He’d profited off of a sex-trafficking ring, selling girls as young as 4 to shady buyers looking for slaves. There’d been signs of torture and mutilation on his body and with the way his blood drenched Y/N from head to toe, it was clear she’d felt no remorse for what she’d done.

Steve almost didn’t want to arrest Y/N then and in truth, a part of him had been relieved when she’d escaped her cell. The whole team had silently agreed to not answer any of their phones when she’d initially escaped. Even Nick Fury had agreed to put his phone on silent.

After a week, Y/N was sighted in Madripoor freeing the captured women. The lives of a thousand women in exchange for one horrible, greedy man didn’t seem like a hard exchange in Steve’s eyes. When the Avengers finally arrived on the scene after several pitstops involving coffee, donuts and ice cream, Y/N went with them willingly only after she confirmed that the women would be fine, giving each of them a protective charm that helped them sleep better at night despite the traumas they’d endured.

After that, she’d stretched out her arms, ready for the power-dampening handcuffs that Tony had designed specifically for her. She’d done with an almost gleeful smile on her face, humming an unfamiliar song. Despite the soot, the blood and bruises that marred her pretty face, she was the image of pure contentment.

“Don’t even think of escaping, Y/L/N,” Tony had said as she clasped the manacles around her wrist, the technology whirring to life with a little beep. “With these little guys around your wrist, you can’t use a single iota of your powers.”

She’d smirked at Tony then. “Very bold of you to assume I need magic to escape.”

Steve and Natasha had taken it upon themselves to escort her to her prison cell with the rest of the team staying behind to ensure that all the freed women would be okay.

“You know, I’m almost rooting for you,” Natasha said with a wry smile.

“Almost?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Scratch that. I am rooting for you.”

Y/N smirked. “I’m a huge fan of yours, too you know. It’s not everyone who can defeat a giant purple alien hellbent on destroying half the universe’s population.”

“What can we say? All in a day’s work.”

“I hope there isn’t any hard feelings between us when I do eventually escape from these restraints.”

“That’s going to depend on how hard you hit us.”

“I’ll try not to throw a punch.”

Y/N eyed Steve on her right, who had been quiet during the whole exchange. “He looks sturdy though. I’m sure I can take both of you in a fight even with my hands tied behind my back. Well, with my hands tied in my front, rather.”

She did manage to escape that time.

One moment she was sitting at the back of the Quinjet, the very image of regality and the next, the manacles were off her hands, with the Quinjet’s hangar opened as she jumped out of it, the whole interaction happening before either Steve or Natasha had even unbuckled their seat belts.

Neither Steve nor Natasha were eager to run after her.

The second time the Avengers captured her, Y/N had paid a visit to a suave businessman who’s whole appeal was his efforts to Go Green!

As it turns out, the only green he was after was money.

Y/N had leaked the news, telling the world about how the businessman’s green message had been nothing but a sham. He’d burned down whole forests to cultivate land in order to create cocaine that he could serve to the masses, exploiting young boys by turning them into dealers and addicts.

Y/N had leaked the story to the press, telling the world about how the businessman’s whole green message was nothing but a lie. Not only was he burning whole forests down to fuel his greed, he’d been doing it to plant cocaine plants, enough to get the whole northern hemisphere high on his supply. It was lucrative business and he’d exploited young boys by forcing them to work in the factory, forcing them to get high to keep them subservient to him.

She’d gone after the businessman first, sending a message to the world that his hypocrisy wouldn’t be tolerated. She hanged him, dangled his body over the side of his company’s skyscraper in New York then proceeded to free the boys stuck in his factories around the world before cutting down the cocaine farms and replanting new trees.

With the businessman’s shady dealings all over the world, it had been difficult to track down where she’d strike next. Not that the Avengers were actually eager to capture her.

Strangely enough, Bruce would find himself immensely hungry before they had to fly to wherever in the world Y/N was in and it didn’t do well not to feed the Hulk.

They’d finally captured her in a tiny island off the coast of Mexico, the last of the businessman’s strongholds. She’d freed the boys, cured them for their addiction then cut down the cocaine plants. Then she sat down and waited for the Avengers to arrive.

“Took you guys long enough,” Y/N had said as Steve and Natasha walked towards her. She stood up, dusting off her pants.

“Scott drank a lot of orange juice on the way here. We had to make a lot of pitstops.”

Y/N frowned at them. “I distinctly remember that your jet had a restroom.”

“Plumbing was broken according to Tony,” Steve said with a shrug.

She made a noise of assent before she put up her arms. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Put your hands down. We aren’t going to cuff you.” Natasha led the way to the Quinjet where Scott Lang and Bruce Banner waited.

“Oh, pulling out the red carpet for me?” Y/N batted her eyelashes, almost flirtatiously. “You shouldn’t have.”

“If I had my way, you’d be in cuffs,” Steve huffed under his breath.

Y/N raised a challenging brow. “Not a fan of me, Steven?”

“I’m not a fan of anarchists,” Steve retorted.

“Anarchist,” she repeated with a pleased grin. “I like that. Never been called that one before.”

“Steve,” Nat said in a warning tone.

The group had already discussed the whole Y/N situation. While majority of the Avengers thought that while Y/N’s actions were brutal, ultimately, the end results and her intention was good. Even if it resulted in the death of one evil soul, none of the could deny that her actions ended up saving hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.

She may not have taken down a giant purple alien hell-bent on wiping out half of all living beings, no one could deny that her actions saved others.

Still, Steve didn’t exactly approve of her methods.

“Listen, I get it,” Y/N said as their group ascended up the Quinjet, occupying one of the empty seats and giving Bruce and Scott a greeting nod. “I’m not exactly conventional but sometimes, it takes breaking the system to help others. You can’t help the survivors if they were victimized by the very system created to protect them.”

“I’m just saying there are proper channels—“

“No there aren’t. There are no proper channels for people like them.”

Steve frowned. “Who, the oppressed?”

“No. Them. The rich and powerful bastards who constantly use their money and resources to take advantage of people. There is no justice when it comes to them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Y/N turned to Scott, who watching the exchange between her and Steve with rapt attention. “Lang, weren’t you imprisoned for grand larceny?”

“It was one time,” Scott sighed, “and I didn’t steal that money for myself. I gave it to the people most in need.”

“Right, and how many years did the CEO you stole from spend in jail for stealing from his employees?”

“None,” Scott replied, almost quietly.

She turned back to Steve. “See? The system is broken and sometimes the only way to make it work is to smash it completely to bits.”

He’d ignored her then and it didn’t take much effort for her to escape them.

“Oh daaarn,” Natasha said sarcastically as her hands pulled at the accelerator, taking them further and further away from where Y/N landed, “we can’t exactly turn back now. Might as well go get some ice cream while we’re at it.”

They met again after the death of a high-profile serial killer. Because the serial killer work in law enforcement, he got off easy and he was released after 10 years in prison despite the fact that he’d killed 23 families, roughly 100 or so people. No one was spared, not women or children or even babies.

When he got off, Y/N was there to make sure he never hurt anyone again.

“He could have changed!” Steve yelled, his voice bouncing around the Quinjet. He was alone with her this time, having rushed to the scene of the crime. “He could have become a better person.”

“He could have,” Y/N said quietly, her unblinking eyes trained on open sea in front of them. Steve wasn’t sure where he was flying the Quinjet but he’d be damned if he brought Y/N back to US soil. She’d be met with handcuffs as soon as she lands and it wasn’t Y/N he was worried about. Anyone who tries to arrest Y/N would end up in the hospital. “I’m not willing to take that chance.”

He glanced at her. Y/N’s face was passive, a stoic facade as hard as stone but her eyes were soft, the sadness and pain in her eyes unmistakable.

“When you can do the things I can,” she whispered, her voice so low, Steve strained to hear, “when you’re cursed with powers like I have, you have two choices. You can either lash out at the world or you can do something to fix it. Any person that man would have killed after he was released, their blood would have been on my hands.”

“You are not responsible for other people’s actions,” Steve said, his previous anger leaching from him.

“You’re right. But I am responsible for my own. Now where are you taking me? If you’re not entirely sure, you can drop me off in Australia. I have some business to attend to.”

“What business?”

“Not that you care but the leader of the Russian mafia is staying there for vacation. That man and his operation has killed hundreds of people. I’d like to pay him a visit. I can portal my way there but using the Quinjet means I have a few minutes to rest my eyes.”

The right thing to do would have been to bring Y/N back to the States to answer for her crimes. Instead, Steve turned the plane around and headed to Australia. And as Y/N slept soundly, he ignored the vice-like grip of the anaconda that constricted itself around his heart.

They landed in Australia after a few hours and he watched as Y/N stretched her body against the seat. “That has to be the best sleep I’ve had since… well I hardly remember.”

“Go,” Steve said, his voice harsh. “Before I change my mind.”

But Y/N did no such thing. Instead she lounged against the seat as if it was her throne and she its lazy queen. “You know, when Natasha or even Tony let me go, I understand their motives. Tony doesn’t trust the legal system and Natasha could have been one of the women I saved in another life. But you? Don’t you have a stick up your ass the length of a stripper pole?”

Steve bristled at her words but kept his mouth shut. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched a wry smile pull her lips.

“So, what, Steve? What’s the play here? You really want me to kill this guy? Why are you letting me go?”

“There are a lot of people who deserve to go to jail. You aren’t one of them. What you do with your freedom, that’s up to you.” His words were the truth. She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t really place and for a single second, it was as if a silent agreement passed between them. But the moment was gone and Y/N conjured up a portal and sashayed away.

That was three months ago and any and calls Steve heard regarding Y/N, he’d ignored. He ignored her when Y/N went on a prison break binge, releasing small time drug offenders and helping cure them of their addiction; he’d ignored her when she’d leaked the financials of big pharmaceutical companies, causing their sales to tank and for the price of insulin to go down; he’d ignored her when she’d saved hundreds of women in another sex trafficking ring.

Except now, today. He’d heard reports from Nat, who decided to keep in touch with Y/N on the down low, on Y/N’s location and he ran here. Now she was looking at him with the most perplexed look on her face.

She turned, once again busying herself with making his coffee.

“I’m surprised you aren’t using magic to make the coffee,” Steve said.

She shrugged. “I like making it by hand. Reminds me of simpler times.”

She set the steaming mug of coffee in front of him before grabbing a small plate and setting a few pieces of the freshly baked cookie in front of him. The coffee was still hot enough to hurt his mouth but Steve didn’t hesitate to take a sip. He’d had worse injuries than a burnt tongue.

The coffee was delicious. It was sweet, sweeter than he was used to but still delicious. The cookie, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He half suspected that maybe Y/N had sprinkled some kind of magic potion on the cookie because it was the best damn cookie he’d had in his life. The outside of the cookie was soft but the inside was gooey, the butter saturating through every nook and cranny. It melted on his tongue, the dark bitter chocolate and sweet butterscotch encased in a tango of flavor that danced on his tongue.

He briefly wondered if it would be polite to ask Y/N if he could bring home the entire tray.

“Good?” She asked, taking a sip of her own cup.

“This is the best cookie I’ve had in my life.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks. It’s an old recipe.”

Mundanity with Y/N was weird but strangely nice.

“So what are you really doing here, Steve?” Y/N asked as she took a seat in the stool next to him.

He took another sip of the coffee, buying himself some time. “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not sure why you’re here? Radio silence from the Avengers for three months despite the crimes I committed and then all of a sudden, Steve Rogers grants me a house call.“

When she put it that way, he sounded ridiculous. But the words he’d spoken were the truth.

Instead, he shifted the subject. It was all he could to escape from Y/N’s scrutinizing gaze anyway.

“Right before we got to Australia, you said something,” Steve said the words slowly, hoping not to scare Y/N off by his line of questioning, “you said you were cursed by your powers?”

Steve had been mulling over her words for the better part of three months, taking it out like a precious pearl to examine on his quiet days. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. All he knew was that her words were strange. Y/N was a gifted magic user and Stephen Strange had often commented at her adept ability at it. It took people years, centuries even, to gain the level of mastery Y/N had when it came to magic and yet she used as surely as she breathed.

Why would she refer to it as a curse?

Y/N raised a brow, almost in challenge. “You’re telling me the Avengers haven’t figured it out?”

Y/N usually spoke in riddles and though it always frustrated Steve, he was also incredibly patient and so his next words came out even. “Figured what out?”

“My powers. I thought Steven Strange would try to figure me out the moment I came on to the scene.”

“He tried. Well, still trying. It frustrates him, y’know. How he can’t find answers to you.”

She grinned at that. “Alright then, I’ll give you the answers to me. Then it’s up to you if you want to tell him or not.”

“Why do you think I’ll keep everything you say to myself?”

“Because you’re Steve Rogers. And you came here, to me, in the middle of the biggest storm of the year, to see if I was okay. I doubt the others know and I’m pretty positive you wouldn’t tell them. So whatever information I say here, right now, you’ll keep to yourself.”

She was right. Of course she was. Steve figured Y/N was rarely wrong about anything.

“Alright. Go ahead. How’d you get your powers?”

“I was cursed with it by a god.”

She said it so seriously, Steve struggled to figure out if she was telling the truth.

“Why do you say it’s a curse?”

“Well the god who cursed me said that as the years past, I will become the most powerful magic wielder to exist. My powers will magnify tenfold, twentyfold and one day, I will become so powerful, I’ll have the ability to take over entire universes. Problem with that is magic always comes with a price and mine is my conscience. Every time I use my powers, my conscience becomes blacker until finally, it becomes a void inside of me.”

“So when you use your powers—“

“A piece of me dies with it and is reborn into something I don’t recognize. It’s why I do what I do.”

Realization dawns on Steve. “You do your own twisted version of good to remind yourself you can be good.”

She gave him a wry smirk tinged with bitterness. “There’s no place for me in Heaven, Steve. Only Hell. But when I get down there, I’m taking as many as I can down with me. Assuming I can die, that is.”

“You’re immortal?” Steve said with a frown.

“Well, according to the god that cursed me, I will not age and I will never get sick. Though, I imagine that if I was stabbed through the heart and someone finds a way to stop me from using my powers to heal myself, I’d die just like any other human.”

She gave him a pointed look, one that Steve shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“If you want to use my weaknesses against me, go right ahead, Rogers,” Y/N said nonchalantly before taking a slow sip of her coffee. “I’ll even stand still while you plunge a knife through my heart.”

“I don’t have any intention of killing you.” And it chilled Steve to the bone to find out how much he meant those words.

“Bummer.” And Y/N looked genuinely disappointed.

“Hey,” Steve said sharply. “Life is a gift. You shouldn’t—“

“Can it, Rogers. I don’t want to hear that right now,” Y/N said but there was no malice in her voice. She just sounded tired.

Fine. If she didn’t want to discuss it, Steve was more than willing to change the subject. “You never said why the god gave you your magic.”

Y/N let out a cynical chuckle. “He was in love with me.”

“What?” Steve asked, not quite believing her words.

“The god. He was in love with me. I turned him down. Repeatedly, might I add. He got so fed up by my rejection, he decided to curse me with immortality and power. He said that one day, when I get bored with my life, it will drive me to his arms. I intend to live forever without ever thinking of him again just to spite him. And when I gather enough power, I’ll kill him myself. He can take away my humanity but he can’t take away my hatred of him.”

Steve couldn’t stop his smile. Y/N’s story was sad, incredibly so. He couldn’t imagine the profound loneliness that stretched before her. Centuries, maybe even a millennia of isolation and solitariness to spite a vengeful god. But she’d succeed, Steve had no doubts about that. He couldn’t picture anyone squaring up with Y/N and coming out of it victorious on the other side.

“So, what do we do now, Steve?” Y/N said with a slight sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you broke a boundary. We never explicitly said it but I think we both decided to keep each other at arms length. I’ve been chummy with Nat and Yelena up to a point but not you. Back in Australia, I think we both agreed that our relationship will be strictly professional, even if we never really said the words out loud. But now, you’re here. What do we do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

Y/N simply sighed before taking a sip of her coffee. “Every morning, when I wake up, I find myself looking for reasons to get out of bed.”

“What are you doing?” Steve said with a frown.

“I celebrated my 100th birthday last (birthday month). I love to read. When I get bored, I write poetry. I love music though I was never talented enough with it but I do have centuries to learn now so who, knows, I might start. I love art too. I’ve been everywhere in the world and yet I never fail to visit a museum to see their art. I like sad paintings. The kind that can bring people to tears.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

She looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world and the answer should have been obvious by now. But Steve knew how to look past the arrogant veneer and see the vulnerability that swam in her eyes. “I’m going to live forever, Steve. And even if I’ll always remember other people, I won’t always be remembered. I figured, it’d be nice if someone knew some things about me. The last person I knew from my old life, she recently died. As humans, we are the people we know. I want someone to know me, even a little.”

“I miss music from the 1940s,” Steve said, not even thinking about the words. “Sam and Nat have both been trying to update me about the music of the decade but nothing beats my music. I like wearing converse because it’s one of the few things that never changed since I woke from the ice. I don’t like the rain. It reminds me too much of the war. There’s a boxing gym I use to go to back in New York. I never had a chance to box before because I was always too sick but I use to accompany Bucky whenever he had a match. When I was injected by the serum, I never had a chance to go back and so when I woke up from the ice it was one of the first places I went to.”

“Was the gym still operational?”

“It’s a little run down but I make it work.”

She smiled at him and Steve tried to ignore the jolt of warmth that shot down his spine.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She asked, an eyebrow raised in question, a playful expression beginning to bloom from her face.

“Friends know things about each other.”

And then Y/N’s face lightened like the sun peeking from the clouds after a storm, all warmth and joy.

The rain. Steve hadn’t even realized it had stopped. He glanced at the window behind Y/N and saw that the day looked almost as bright as Y/N’s smile.

“You need to go, don’t you,” Y/B said a little wistfully.

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little wistful too. He finished the cup to the dregs letting its sweet flavor fill him up til he was sure he’d be able to taste it until he got home.

Y/N led them out of the kitchen and back to the living room before she opened the front door and let him out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Steve said as he pushed his sweaty hands into his pocket.

“You will?” She said, surprise laced in her voice.

“You said you struggle to find reasons to wake up in the morning. I’ll be a reason to. Friends do that, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N said but without her usual bravado. She looked almost roseate and Steve suddenly realized how strange it is that despite the fact that he’s seen her many times before, he never realized how pretty she was. As if a sudden burden had been lifted from her shoulders, making her look younger than actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And she closed the door.

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CHAPTER ONE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: Five years after your father’s death, you don’t know how to cope up with the loss, resulting in you joining the life that he had lived before. As you navigate your new found life, old enemies of your father had resurfaced and decided to come after you, knowing that your father is no longer alive, nothing will be able to stop them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! this is my first time writing a fic/imagine. i just had a random idea of reader being john wick’s daughter, and i’m currently hooked in the john wick franchise, so i’m giving this a shot. i’m not sure yet of the romance pairing, but if ever this turns out okay, maybe i’ll add a pairing in the future. though i’m leaning towards it being peter parker x reader. this will be an avengers crossover with john wick. my apologies if there will be typos.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, i had made fictional connections so that my fic would make sense. i don’t own the characters in my story. please do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 6,200

WARNINGS: mention of death, blood, knives, and violence.

DIVIDER BY: @delishlydelightfuldividers

FIVE YEARS.

It has been five whole years since your father died. You still clearly remembered receiving a call from one of his closest friends that your father passed away during work, finally succumbing to his injuries. It took you a long time before finally deciding to visit his grave, and there you were standing infront of the tombstone, with an epitaph. He was there, buried right next to your mother.

Loving Husband and Father.

You felt bitter. You let the anger and rage build up inside of you. You don’t know how to let out all of the emotions that you had bottling up. At this point, you are a ticking time bomb, little things can set you off. With the death of your parents and no other relatives, not that you know of, that you can turn to—basically making you an orphan, you never know how you’ll cope up in the harsh realities of this world. So you had resorted to the one thing that your father had promised you not to get involved with, and that is involving yourself in the criminal underworld. Thinking that why not continue your father’s legacy, what could be so wrong about it? It’s not like he’s still alive to berate you for it. You needed an outlet, and this is the closest thing that you can think of.

From there, just like your father, you climbed your way to the top, making you one hell of a legendary figure that was once your father, established yourself in the criminal underworld at a young age. You are a literal carbon copy of your father, how you maneuver and mimic all of his moves. However, no one knew you connections with your father, Jonathan Wick. Your father did all of his best for you to be kept hidden, though a few people know of your existence, yes. But only those people who your father trusted the most.

You don’t go by the name (Y/N) Wick, but (Y/N) Jovanovich—your father’s legal last name. The moment everyone finds out that you’re Jonathan Wick’s daughter, you are done for. Everyone will be coming for your head, using you against your father, and knowing him, you are his weakness. He can’t afford to lose you, just like how he lost your mother. He had decided to teach you basic self defense skills as well, and little by little, you are slowly becoming exposed to his true nature of work and in no time, teaching you everything as well—leading you now to the life you are currently living in.

You had decided to take a break from accepting contracts. After accepting contracts after contracts, you had felt a little burnt out and need to catch your breath, take a breather. You shouldn’t be doing this kind of job, a kid killing other people for a living, being tied to the to the criminal underworld. You should be attending high school right now and learning stuff, you have all the resources—monetary resources, because your father didn’t leave you empty handed when he died. He had solidifed everything to your name, knowing his line of work, he was bound to be gone soon, so he had wasted no time in fixing everything.

That is until one day, you had appeared under SHIELD’s radar. You couldn’t hide everything from them, so they knew everything about you. How you are a daughter of a legendary and elite assassin of the criminal underworld, and surprisingly connected to the one and only Anthony Edward Stark. Turns out you’re not alone in this world after all. Your mother, Helen, was Tony’s closest cousin—until Helen and him had lost contact. Tony was so persistent for you to live with him back at the Avengers compound, but you had refused. You had decided to live on your own, in your family’s house where you had grown up and had focused on rebuilding to keep the memories alive after Santino D’Antonio had blown it up to pieces. But you promised that you’ll visit and hangout with everyone at the compound from time to time.

You had never really showed any interest in joining the avengers, despite how qualified you are. It’s kind of a hypocritical idea for you, you kill people for a living while your uncle’s team saves the world. So that does not really sit well with you, also the publicity that the avengers are getting, it’s bad for you. You prefer a quiet life, a life in the shadows, and that’s a big part of your job. But hey, on the bright side, if they need help, you are always open in helping them in silence and secrecy.

Overall, the avengers were all really nice people when Tony had introduced you to them. They had welcomed you with an open arms, and they were excited to meet someone like you. They still can’t believe that at a young age, you are an elite assassin, a literal force to be reckoned with. Of course they understand your stand on joining them, so they didn’t push it any further, in which you are very grateful about.

“Hey, any family of Tony’s is already a family of ours. Welcome to the family!” Says the star-spangled man when he had met you.

It was a very tiring day, you had just gone back home from hanging out and helping the avengers out in stuff that they needed to do back at the compound. Unlocking your front door, you had been greeted by a dog. It was your dad’s dog, a pit-bull. Your father had never bothered on naming him, but you had taken it upon yourself in naming him ‘Koda’, from your favorite movie when growing up, Brother Bear. Koda had a bit of a time to adjust to his new name, but he came around.

“Hey, Koda! How are you boy? Sorry I had to leave you all alone…again. You know uncle Tony’s policy, no animals in the compound,” You bent down and pat his head, “But sooner or later I’ll have to raise that policy to him, maybe make an exception for you. I don’t want to leave you in this big house all alone whenever I’m out for work.” You sighed.

Koda had been kind of your emotional support dog in some way when your parents passed away, and he makes you really happy, gives you so much joy. You made your way to the kitchen to refill his dog bowl and let him run off in the backyard after finishing his meal to do his thing, while you went upstairs and change into one of your oversized shirt and pajamas.

It was a quiet night. A bit of eerie quiet, but that is how it is every night and you live alone, the neighborhood was peaceful and quiet in general, so kudos to your parents for picking out a good environment to live in. But somehow, there’s this feeling of discomfort in your chest, your chest felt heavy and you don’t know why. You decided to ignore the feeling and went back out to check on Koda. You had opened the sliding door that leads to the backyard for Koda to come in, closed and locked it afterwards. Since you are not sleepy yet, you had decided to have a movie night, preparing some popcorn in the kitchen and grabbing a can of soda.

Turning all of the lights off, the only source of light in the house is the television. You had relaxed yourself on the couch, and Koda had positioned himself beside you. Half way into the movie, you heard a few rustling of bushes outside and paid no attention to it, but you are on high alert. Until it all happened in a blink of an eye. Your body had been thrown off across the room so hard, you had a hard time focusing your vision, you saw that everything around you is slowly being destroyed due to the huge fire consuming it. Koda had rushed to your aid, whining. You had let out a chuckle, knowing that the same thing had happened to your dad. The only difference is that there is no marker binding you.

“Really?! Fucking hell, I just rebuilt this house and some moron decided to mess with the wrong person.” You’re seething with anger, trying to stand up and hissing from the pain.

You slowly and carefully make your way out of the burning house, with Koda guiding you, and stood still in the backyard, slowly watching how the house be destroyed by the fire all over again, with Koda right beside you. You just stayed there, waiting until the help arrived.

“You good, kiddo? What happened?” The police woman, Eliza, asked.

“Gas leak.” Your gaze had remained on the pavement, not bothering looking at her.

“Uh huh.”

“I forgot to check everything before I went to bed.”

“Alright. You got any relatives near the area that you can stay with for the meantime?”

“Yeah.” You stood up, “Have a good evening, officer Eliza.” You began walking away with Koda by your side. Eliza sighed and just stood there, watching you walk away.

It’s was a long walk to the continental, but you have no choice. You had sustained a few minor injury and minor forehead wounds with blood still visible and fresh your shirt. By the time you had reached the continental, the sun was starting to rise.

“Is the manager in?” You asked the concierge.

“Ms. Jovanovich, welcome. Yes, the manager is always in.”

“I would like to talk to the manager. Thank you.”

“Would you like me to announce your presence?”

“Yes please.” You nodded and commanded Koda to stay with the concierge, and made your way to the lounge.

You had arrived in the lounge and saw Winston, the manager of New York’s continental. He motioned you to sit down on the seat infront of him.

“(Y/N), what brings you here? I thought you’re on break.” He chuckled lightly at you, he can see the resemblance of you and your father.

“Yeah, until some moron decided to blow up my house.” You seethed in anger, “Do you know something about this?”

“Not that I know of.” He leaned back on his seat, “Though I heard that some people had finally catch on to you, and discovered your true identity. But you didn’t hear it from me.” You held his gaze, never faltering. He wrote something on the paper, tore it and slowly slide it towards you and took it.

Tarasov.

“You are free to do anything. Since you are not bound by any marker or have accepted a contract, if you want to track the people behind it, be my guest. The continental’s door is always open to you, but always remember, no activities of any kind here in the continental.” You stood up, thanked and bid him goodbye.

You left the continental and began walking to the avengers compound, to seek refuge for the meantime. But you can’t stay there for long, it’s a matter of time before Tarasov catch a whiff of you again, you don’t want the avengers to be involved in this possible personal dispute. They might be the world’s mightiest hero and can defend themselves against Tarasov’s man, but this is your mess to fix. No matter what, you can’t let the avengers be involved.

One of the most important thing that you need to do is you need to get your shit together, you’re angry, of course. But you don’t want to act impulsively without carefully planning everything. The Tarasov mob are once your father’s associates, that is until he had decided to retire so that he can spend the rest of his life with your mother. Viggo Tarasov, the head of the Tarasov mob, gave your father an impossible task to earn his freedom. Life went well with your dad, despite the death of your mother, until his knucklehead of a son, Iosef Tarasov, had decided to mess with your father. But eventually, that said knucklehead had gotten what he deserved, along with his father, Viggo.

Now, the Tarasov mob is being led by Abram Tarasov, Viggo’s brother. He had took on the reigns and steered it back to its original course. Clenching your fist at the sudden realization, you had realized that your father had a close encounter with Abram when he retrieved his car from him, instead of killing him, he had decided to spare his life. Knowing that if Abram messes with your father again, he won’t hesitate to fire a bullet into his head. Now that your father is gone, he’s coming after you. A revenge for what your father did to his brother, Viggo and his nephew, Iosef. He had already learnt of your father’s death and it’s only a matter of time as well before he puts up an open contract, targeting you.

“Abram, that fucking son of a bitch.”

By the time you had arrived at the avengers compound, the sun was already at its peak. The security of the compound had immediately recognized you and let you in. Everyone was already awake and doing their tasks for the day, they haven’t been called for a mission so some of them are present. You had started limping toward the common area and FRIDAY announcing your presence.

“Ms. Jovanovich has arrived.”

Natasha looked up with a smile when friday had announced your arrival, but the smile from her face instantly faltered as soon as she saw your condition.

“Kid, the hell happened to you?!” Sam and Rhodey rushed to help you and sat you gently down on the couch.

You leaned back and rest yourself on the couch, closing your eyes for a bit. Steve, Bucky, Vision, and Clint staring at you as well with full concern visible on their faces. Wanda rushed to the kitchen to get you some frozen peas to numb the pain the you felt on your shoulders, handing it to you quickly and thanking her.

“Fri, please tell Tony and Bruce that (Y/N) is here and is in need of medical attention, ASAP.” Steve commanded Friday.

“Yes Sir.”

“Bruce and Tony are currently in the lab right now, but don’t worry, (Y/N) they’re coming soon.” Steve softly assured you.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, doll?” Bucky asked you softly.

“Some moron decided to have a playtime with a grenade launcher and blow up my house in the middle of the night.” Anger radiating off of you, and had straightened yourself on the couch.

You also sensed the anger from the team when you mentioned the reason why you’re in a bad condition right now. Tony and Bruce came rushing in on the common area, heading straight towards you.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?! What the fuck happened to you?!” Tony asked in full panic and anger.

“Some people had blown up her house in the middle of the night.” Wanda said.

“You need to be brought to the med bay, (Y/N). We need to check on your injuries.” Bruce calmly said and nodded at him.

“Tell me the name and I’ll destroy that fucker.” Tony seethed.

“No.” You firmly said, “No one will do anything. I will handle this myself, this is mine alone to fix.”

“Kid are you crazy?” Sam said, “In your condition, you won’t be able to that last long.” You grinned at Sam.

“Thanks for the concern, Sam. But you haven’t seen me fight, have you? I have fought everyone even in my worst condition but I still made it out in one piece. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid.”

“Hate to break it to you guys, but the kid’s right. She’s a natural,” Natasha backed you up, “But I agree with Wilson, you are in no state to fight. At least until you have fully recovered.”

“This is just some minor injuries and gashes, it’s no big deal.”

“Okay, kid. You’re a persistent one, aren’t you,” Tony sighed, “If you want to finish your business, you have to recover first. You are in the compound, so follow the rules. Also, why the hell would someone randomly blow up your house in the middle of the fucking night?” He said as he sat right next to you.

“Well, if you have a father that has a job of being an assassin and legendary figure in the criminal underworld, everyone is bound to come for your head.” You chuckled lightly.

They know informations about you, given what the profile that SHIELD has of you. But there had been information in the file that had been omitted, information that shouldn’t be put in the file for your safety, if ever the file had landed in the wrong hands. So they don’t know everything about you besides what the file from SHIELD says. Even Tony, despite him being your uncle, there are stuff that he doesn’t fully know about you.

Everyone was just looking at you. You sighed and had decided that it’s time for them to know the truth. They are your family now, at least they deserve to know the truth about you.

“My father is Jarnadi Jovanovich. He’s an assassin in the criminal underworld. People professionally know him as Jonathan Wick or John Wick.” The team was listening intently at you, “They call him The Devil, The Ghost, Lo Spettro, Death’s Very Emissary, but he’s well known as Baba Yaga.”

“Baba Yaga? What’s that?” Rhodey asked. Before you can answer Rhodey, Natasha had beaten you off to it.

“It’s Boogeyman in Russian.” You nodded as a thank you at her.

“My father earned the nickname Baba Yaga because of his unparalleled hyper-lethality. His reputation throughout his career, his peerless efficiency and reliability had earned him considerable respect, and at same time, fear within the criminal underworld.”

“Well damn.” Sam said.

“My father has this persistence to go after those people who earned his anger, making him a legendary figure that is known to the leaders of all criminal organizations as someone never to cross or mess with.”

“Years before he died, he was an associate, the head executor of the leader of the Tarasov mob, Viggo Tarasov. My dad wanted to retire, so he did. But Viggo gave my dad an impossible task, which is to kill all of Viggo’s enemies in one night. Dad really wanted to live a life of peace, away from it all. He wanted to live, marry, and grow old with my mom, Helen Stark—uncle Tony’s closest cousin.”

“What happened then?” Sam asked.

“What do you think happened?” You chuckled, “I’m here right infront of you. He had succeeded the task and Viggo granted his freedom. Then yadda yadda, got married, dozed off into the sunset and eventually, they had me. When my mom passed away, dad had kept me hidden. Off the radar from anyone else that is connected to the underworld, aside from those people who he really trusts. Trust me, you wouldn’t want someone like my dad coming after you if you had betrayed him.”

“I can imagine.” Wanda chimed in.

“No one really knows that he has a daughter, up until now because he hid and protected me so well from those people that wanted to come after him. That’s why I never really use ‘Wick’ as my last name, knowing that if I use them, it will cause too much noise and unwanted problems for me. So I had decided to use Jovanovich as my last name, which is my dad’s legal last name. It helps me keep off unwanted attention at bay, and assassins and mob families coming for my head just because I’m Jonathan Wick’s daughter.”

“I have been living peacefully, as you all know. Despite the job that I do which is unusual for a teenager to be involved in, but not that I care, it’s fun—until last night, when someone had decided to blow up my house,” You growled, “I had just rebuilt that house, but the motherfucker had decided to mess with a grenade launcher and blow up my house.”

“Don’t tell us that someone had learned your true identity and had decided to come for you.” Steve said, concern evident in his face and ignoring the colorful language that you let out.

“Bingo, cap! You got that one right.”

“But who would even do that? You had made your private information completely hidden. I just don’t get it.” Bruce said.

“Years ago, before my dad passed away, at that time he was already retired. Mom just passed away, so he was on the grieving stage, some nutjob infiltrated our house and managed to beat up my dad, left him unconscious, killed our dog, daisy, which is a parting gift from my mom, and stole his car. Which also held very important memories for us. Turns out, the one who did it was Iosef Tarasov, Viggo’s useless and stupid son. Viggo respects and had always feared my dad, but his useless and stupid son had decided to poke the devil in the back.”

“When Viggo found out what his son did, he was angry. Viggo valued and respected my dad, he knew very well that my dad won’t let this go easily. His stupid son had killed our dog, daisy and stole his car, Iosef won’t be getting out alive after it. In the end, dad had managed to kill Iosef and Viggo as well. Now it brings us back as to why my house was blown up.”

“Before I went here, I had visited the Continental. Continental is a hotel for us assassins and other people that has ties with the underworld, it serves as our neutral ground. It is our sanctuary, where we can be safe, in where rule number one is that you can’t do underworld business, like killing, inside the contenental. Rule number 2, is to honor the marker. But story of marker will be on another day.”

“Okay, let me get this straight. This vendetta against your dad, and eventually you had started just because of a dog and a car?” Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Well, if you’ll look at it, that’s kind of what it is.” You shrugged.

“I mean that’s understandable, we have and dog and anyone who killed my dog, I’ll come after them.” Clint said. You nod in agreement.

“Is there a peaceful way to settle this?” Steve suggested, you just laughed a little bit in a maniac way.

“Cap, when you work in this kind of field, settling this is never peaceful. There will always be a loss of life that will be involved. Viggo tried settling this peacefully with my dad, but what happened? That man ended up dead, along with his son. That will teach you to never mess with other people’s stuff.”

“So what do you want to do now, doll?” Bucky asked.

“Meh,” You shrugged, “Besides, it’ll be no time before Tarasov put out an open contract for other assassins to kill me, putting a bounty on my head. Which brings me to my other agenda to talk about, I can’t overstay here in the compound, there will be assassins that will be after me the moment that open contract is up and going, I can’t risk them tearing up this place.”

“You don’t have to worry about us, (Y/N). We can completely protect ourselves.” Rhodey said.

“We have Bruce, he can just smash them in one go, it’s no sweat.” Natasha joked and everyone laughed, including you.

“No, do not in ANY way get involved with this. If you manage to kill one of them, they will know that someone is aiding me. I can’t afford for these people to know that I’m tied with you guys, I’m already thankful enough that the High Table haven’t caught a whiff of me yet being Jonathan Wick’s daughter, and I also intend on keeping it that way, thank you very much. The last thing that I want is the High Table coming for my ass.” You stood up so fast, causing yourself to wobble and almost fell out of balance, if it’s not for Tony catching you, you would’ve fallen on the floor by now.

“I will be staying at the continental, it is the place that I damn well know I won’t get murdered while sleeping for sure,” You smile at them gently, “Though no offense to you guys, okay? I know that no one will be able to get in and out in the compound that has state of the art techs, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. These people are really good in blending in, like one of those people that you’re fighting.” They nodded.

“What? Hydra?” Sam asked.

“Yes, them. You never know, that one of the staff that works here inside the compound might be an assassin. Who knows?”

“Okay, how about you stay first to get treated and after that, I’ll accompany you to the continental.” Tony suggested, in all honesty, he was not having it at all. He wants you to say in the compound, until you’re already in good state.

“Can’t,” You sighed, “I can go there through a an uber or taxi. You cannot be within the continental’s vicinity, ANY of you. That is the place where assassins are all in. They’ll easily know that I’m all connected with you.”

“There are a lot of don’t’s than the do’s, kiddo. I don’t like it one bit.” Tony was a bit frustrated.

“But to make it up for you guys, okay, fine. I’ll stay, but only for one night, to be patched up. After that, I’m gonna bounce out from here, but I’ll make sure that after all of this fiasco, I’d visit more often.” You smiled, and you compromise had earned cheers from the team.

You never stay too long in the compound, they rarely see you as well. You’ll visit once or twice a month, then there are times that they won’t see you for a whole month or two, depending on your work. So that’s why they wanted to you to stay a bit longer.

“Yay! Can’t believe that (Y/N) is staying with us for the first time!” Wanda cheered.

“It’s only temporary,” You reminded and smiled at Wanda.

“Hell yeah girl! We only get to see you once or twice a month kid, so excuse us if we get too happy of you staying instead of visiting just for a day and dipping out on us then going off the grid for how many months.” Sam ruffled your hair and smiled.

Tony put an arm around your shoulders to steady you. You hissed from the pain, there’s a wound in your right stomach that is yet to be treated, you got that after your last contract. It is taking its sweet time to heal, that’s why you took a break from work. You don’t want the stitches to burst open, and with the recent thing that happened to you, the wound surely bled and had opened a bit from the impact when you were thrown off across the room the moment that the explosion had happened.

Abram Tarasov really picked a good time to attack you, right when you were taking a break from the wound that you had suffered from. Knowing that your moves will be limited, that bastard. But he should always remember that any kind of wounds won’t stop you.

“Let’s get you to the the med bay so that you can be patched up asap, kiddo,” You thanked Tony silently, “I also need to talk to you about something.”

You thanked the rest of the team, and they told you that they’ll be visiting you in the med bay from time to time to keep you company.

Once you arrived at the med bay, with Bruce following right after, it was quiet. They laid you down in one of the beds, you noticed an Asian woman, assuming that she’s the one in charge, walked towards you.

“Hello, my name is Helen Cho. I’m the head doctor.” She smiled at you.

Helen. She has the same name as your mother, you couldn’t help but get a little bit sad when you had remembered your mother. But you are quick to mask it off and smiled back at her.

“Nice to meet you, Helen. I’m (Y/N), Tony’s niece.”

Tony and Bruce stepped aside and watched while Helen patch you up. When Helen lifted your shirt up, you were correct, your wound on the right stomach had bursted off a bit. Causing it to bleed and soak in your shirt, you were thankful that it’s only a little bit.

“(Y/N), you were here at the compound yesterday, why didn’t you had it treated?” Bruce looked at you sadly.

“I was doing fine, I treated the would myself.”

“Is this why you’re feeling a discomfort yesterday?” Tony questioned.

“Yeah…kind of” You trailed off.

“How did you get that wound?” Bruce asked.

“I was fighting someone at work, when I didn’t noticed that there was an opening on my end, the asshole took their shot and managed to slash me with a knife.” Tony and Bruce sighed.

“So what’s the advice, doc?” Tony asked.

Helen was already working on patching up your wound, cleaning it off and sewing it close. After that, she proceed on cleaning the gashes on your forehead.

“The wound on her stomach may take a while to heal, it’s pretty deep. If you decided to jump back right in, there’s a high chance it will bust open again, and you do not want that to happen. If it did, you’ll bleed a lot, again.”

“It’s something that had happened to me before, I can take a little bleeding.”

“Are you kidding me right now, Jovanovich?” Tony bursted, “How many days does she need until she recovers?” He turned towards Helen.

“Maybe a week or two, the wound is deep and still fresh. I’m amazed that she hadn’t passed out yet for the amount of blood that she lost.”

“It’s nothing that I can handle, I’ve already done this so many times, trust me.” You butted in.

“Zip it, young lady!” Tony glared at you, you looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s it, she’s all patched up. She needs to rest for at least two weeks before she’s up and going again, I will be leaving a few medications for her to take, mostly to subdue the pain.” Helen cleaned off and kept the stuff that she used in patching you up and left.

“Thanks, Helen!” Tony and Bruce thanked him.

“I’ll go ask Natasha if she can lend (Y/N) some clothes to change on, she needs to change that shirt because it’s soaked in blood.” Bruce left the med bay.

“You know that I can’t stay here for two weeks, right?” You said to Tony as he sat down on the chair beside you.

“I’m not up for any arguments, you’re staying here at the compound until you’re fully recovered.” Your eyes widened.

“What?! You know I can’t! What the hell?”

“I said what I said, (Y/N). You are staying here until you recover and that’s final. No more arguments. Ajourned.” You groaned, knowing that you can’t win against Tony on this one, it’s a stalemate.

“Fine. Let’s just hope that Tarasov doesn’t put out an open contract while I’m completely out of commision.” You sighed. Tony stood up and hugged you, left a soft kiss on your head.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Tony sat back again and looked at you softly.

“What is it?”

“How’s the idea of you going to high school? There’s a good school that you can go to in Queens. Just a few minutes away from the compound.” You stared at him, not knowing what to say.

There’s a part inside of you that wants to agree, to experience living a normal life. But at the same time, there’s a part of you that you don’t want to. You are afraid that these people may come for you, in a place that a lot of people go to and doesn’t have any idea of what the hell is going on, there’s also a high chance that they can target you there. Where they can easily blend in, due to the amount of people that goes there. So you are unsure.

“There’s a boy that’s currently interning for me, he goes to the same school. You can hangout with him and his friends at school, you won’t be alone.” He smiled at you.

“You’re accepting interns now?”

“Really? That’s the only thing you gathered from what I said?” You chuckled.

“Look, uncle Tony, I’m thankful for the offer. Really. But I’m not sure about this one, I don’t know how long can Tarasov keep my identity any longer from others. I don’t want putting everyone there in danger, especially this boy. Can this boy even protect himself?” Tony smirked at you.

“Trust me, this boy can protect himself alright.” You narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t tell me that he’s one of the team.”

“Yes, no. Maybe, kind of? But the point is, he’s perfectly fine in defending himself. So you have nothing to worry about.” You sighed.

You wanted to agree, but the sudden idea of going to an actual high school might not be so bad. However, you aren’t permanently living in the compound, you are set on rebuilding your house, again. You are not sure that you’re capable of leaving the house, your family’s house where a lot of memories had been made. Your parent’s memories are buried there, so it’s one of the many reasons why you can’t make any hasty decisions at the moment.

“Is it alright if I can think about this first? It’s a lot of stuff to take in, especially that I had just taken a medication. Everything’s woozy for me at the moment.”

“It’s alright. I’ll give you time to decide, kiddo. No pressure.” You thanked your uncle silently.

You desired to live a life that your father had lived once. To grow up as a normal teenager that goes to high school. When your father got a taste of that life, everything had been worth it of leaving everything behind. But you chose to enter this life, the life he had before retiring, the one that your father had spend the rest of his life in staying away from the moment he retired, until these people had decided to throw him back in the game all over again. No matter how you desire for it, you know that you can never escape it. Somehow, it will be a constant in your life. The dream that you dreamed of, it will only remain as a dream and nothing else.

You never regretted any of the decision you made. You were thankful, you were given an outlet to release everything that you’ve been bottling up inside of you, it became a comfort for you. Thinking about it, if you didn’t make any decision of doing it, you might have ended up going all crazy. Your trance had been broken up by barking, it was Koda rushing near the bed. You laughed and reach down to pet his head.

“Hey, buddy. Sorry for leaving you there, but I take it that the team loved you.” You smiled at him and leaned in your touch.

“You know about my policy about animals.”

“Speaking of policy, is it possible to bend it a little on my favor?” You smiled at Tony cheekily, “Please.”

“Ugh okay, fine.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes at you, and you squealed in happiness.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You reached forward and hugged him tightly.

“Sir, Mr. Parker has arrived.” Friday announced.

“Thanks, Fri. Tell him to meet me at the lab.”

“Ms. Jovanovich, Ms. Romanoff said that she will be bringing you the clothes later.”

“Thank you, Fri.” You break the hug, “I assume that it’s your intern?” Tony nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you two once you’re out of here at the med bay.” You nodded.

“Alright then, can’t wait to meet Tony Stark’s protégé.” Both of you laughed. He stood up from his seat, gave a quick hug and softly kissed your forehead.

“Get some rest kiddo. Red will be right up in a while.”

2 weeks.

2 weeks where you’ll be able to live normally for a while. You really do hope that Tarasov doesn’t make any move, or has said anything about your true identity to the others. You need 2 weeks of peace to think properly.

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: angst, action, fighting

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The wound wasn't as dilapidating as you thought it would be, but it was still a pain in the ass.

You gritted your teeth as you stumbled back, your knees nearly giving way. You should’ve known better. Perhaps it was your confidence, or rather ignorance of the enemy. When you finally noticed Peter’s worried-sick expression as he caught you before you fell, you swallowed hard, mustering a smile.

“Cap, Y/N’s been hit!” he nearly screamed into the radio. “Please send backup! Anything!”

You shook your head as Peter pressed his gloved hands on your wound. The strength of his pressure practically knocked the wind out of you. “It’s fine. Just a flesh wound.”

“On my way. Are there any more soldiers in the area?”

“No, sir!” Peter exclaimed, the eyes on his mask squinting as his head darted around. “Holy cow, that’s a lot of blood -- please hurry!”

You placed your hand on his before giving his hand a squeeze. “Calm down, Peter,” you hissed through the pain. “I'm not gonna die, but I might have a few cracked ribs from you putting too much damn pressure.”

His eye pieces expanded widely. His hands fell away. “Oh, uh, sorry…agh!” His hands darted back to their position as you had more blood pool and drip through your suit.

“You’re doing great,” you said patiently.

Footsteps approached quickly, stopping at the entrance of the lab.

“Oh my God,” Steve breathed as he knelt quickly, taking in the situation. He eventually secured his shield over his shoulders. “Stark, evac, now.”

His face was stone as he easily lifted you in his arms. “Move out, Queens.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter answered with a squeak, following closely behind.

You couldn’t see much as your vision was beginning to fade, so you leaned your head against Steve’s chest. When your eyes fluttered closed to catch your breath, he gently shook you.

“Eyes open.”

You groaned. “One more minute.”

His eyes were fixed up ahead at the opening Quinjet. “Nat, we need the trauma kit,” he told her as she came rushing out. He put his finger to his ear. “Stark, we have to go.”

“Jesus, what were you hit with?” Natasha muttered as she helped set you down on the floor of the jet.

You winced as she injected you with painkillers. “A bullet, I think.”

“You think?” Steve shot, his voice low.

Even if you could answer him, you decided not to. You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the dull throbbing that covered your entire stomach. Truth be told, you actually couldn’t really remember what happened. It was all so fast. One moment you were using your momentum to throw someone to the ground, the next you pushed Peter out of the way just as some goon pulled the trigger.

Steve opened his mouth to say more when Natasha shot him a look. Her attention turned back towards you. “Well, I don’t think it hit any of your vital organs,” she said. “You’re bleeding pretty badly, though.”

“What a miracle,” you said dryly.

Before long, the Quinjet was up in the air. The ride back to the compound was pretty turbulent, or maybe that was just the pain talking. It was damn near impossible to take a nap, mostly because Natasha kept changing your bandages.

You hissed through your teeth in pain.

Peter’s eyes were wide as he sat across from you. Thoughts zoomed behind his eyes, and they weren’t going to slow down any time soon.

”Peter,” you called.

He was by your side in less than a second. ”Y-yeah?”

”You okay?”

The poor boy had tears threatening to fall as he nodded vigorously. ”Yeah, I’m okay.”

You pursed your lips into a smile. ”Good.” You sighed. ”I’m not going to die, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

”Oh, no, I was just concerned, that’s all, I mean…” he trailed off before looking down. ”I’m gonna stop talking now.”

You immediately regretted laughing as more blood soaked through. ”Ah, shit…” you groaned. ”You know, it’s not your fault, kid.”

Peter wiped his eyes with his gloved hands. ”Okay…”

Unbeknownst to you, Steve sat in the corner. His blue eyes watched you carefully, as if you were going to disappear or breathe your last. They were filled with guilt with the fact that if he went with you instead, maybe you wouldn’t be bleeding out on the jet floor.

But something else stirred, a certain frustration. You weren’t always the most careful. Even in something as trivial as board games on game night, you were always the first one to sacrifice yourself, and that quality was something Steve always feared. It was like looking in a mirror, into the eyes of someone who wouldn’t hesitate laying their life on the line.

You were a loose cannon.

—

“What the hell were you thinking?” Steve shot as you both stormed into the infirmary.

The rest of the group decided to congregate in the lab just outside, though you noticed they kept their distance. It wasn’t the first time you and Steve were arguing, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but there was something about his aura that seemed different.

He was comfortable with you, and that was always a good thing, but when it came down to keeping your relationship as professional as possible is where things were grey.

“I stepped in because Peter needed backup. That was my job.” You didn't dare catch his eye as you set your gear down on the long table. You quickly got some gauze and put pressure on your wound. “I did what I needed to do. End of story.”

“Your job was to fly recon and report back, not get tangled up in that mess and nearly get yourself killed.”

You were snapping. “So I should’ve just left Peter there to die? He’s a kid!”

“He knew the risks, and so should you,” Steve said coldly.

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Do you hear yourself right now?”

You could almost see his pupils constrict dangerously.

“The mission was —“

“Never in jeopardy,” you finished with clear diction. You approached him slowly, glaring up at him. “And I managed to save both the kid and the hostages.”

“You’re missing the point,” he said, his voice low. “You could’ve died out there.”

“No, you’re missing the point. It’s fine by me if everyone comes home but me. That’s the sacrifice I’ve always been willing to make. I thought you understood that better than anyone.”

He slammed the counter with a fist, shattering the plastic of the tray holding surgical instruments you had yet to use. They fell clanging to the floor. Your eyes widened with a fear you never knew you could have around him.

He removed his hand from the table with a crunch and walked out without another word.

“Uh, Miss Y/N, ma’am?” Peter tentatively chimed in at the door. “A-are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you told him with a pursed smile. “Good work today, Peter. C-could you send Bruce in? I might need help stitching this up.”

He gave you a sweet smile before bounding down the hall to get said doctor. You wanted to follow him, but your feet were glued there at the table. If you ripped yourself away, you would’ve collapsed with the way your knees were shaking.

Instead, tears began falling on their own. You gasped for air as a sob wretched its way out of your throat. Fearing someone might hear, you clasped your hand over your mouth, though your body still shook from your cries.

Fear was the one thing keeping you from running after Steve to make this right.

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You kept yourself sequestered in your room for the remainder of the day, emerging only for dinner before going back again. You hid yourself under your blankets, trying to sleep, but the pain kept you tossing and turning.

Steve was nowhere to be found. Part of you was relieved, but the other part of you was insanely worried. Even though he was always the level-headed one, you hoped he wasn’t doing anything too rash.

As you turned in your bed, you sighed as you sat up, shaking your head. This wasn’t going to get better without you being the one to apologize, or at least say something to salvage your relationship as teammates, if not for the sake of your friendship.

You started for the door to your room, only to open it to find Steve standing there.

He mirrored your shocked expression, his ocean eyes holding waves of emotions — relief that he found you, remorse for what he did, anger that you were alone with the tracks of your tears paved into your cheeks. He was afraid to touch you, to make any sudden movement that would send you back into your cave.

Your heart was in your throat as you managed to squeak out his name. “Steve…”

It was more than enough permission for him to take a cautious step closer.

“I…” The words were right there.

With his hand slowly raised, his rough thumb grazed your cheek. You found yourself sighing into his touch, closing your eyes as you came home.

He silently took you in, studying you for a moment as he moved closer. You could tell he didn’t want to make a wrong move. It honestly scared you to see him so unsure.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, your eyes shooting open. “No, I shouldn’t have —“

“No no, sweetheart, it was my fault,” he murmured again. “You must’ve been scared.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him. It was a small white lie, but it didn’t matter, because at that moment, with him there, you were fine.

He gave you a small smile before it faded, his thick brows furrowing. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that,” he said. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. It wasn’t your fault. I was just scared.”

Guilt made you heavier as you thought of the torment he probably put himself through the entire day. You took his face in your hands, your fingers trailing over his jaw and neck. “I only did what I did because I knew in my heart that I needed to save Peter. I wasn’t even thinking of the consequences. I just knew I would never forgive myself if I stood by and did nothing.”

“I know,” he said softly with a small nod. “I know.”

You knew he knew.

The tension was still suffocating.

“Would you believe me if I said I had a whole speech planned out and everything?” he tried joking.

When you cracked a smile, relief washed over his expression.

“But when I saw you, all of it went out the window,” he finished, searching your eyes. “All I needed was to see you. That’s it.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours, your foreheads brushing against each other. You closed his eyes as his begged for permission. You answered by closing the gap. For a few moments you were lost in his taste and how full his lips were. He held you so gently, so carefully as his hands pulled your waist closer to his hips.

His skin felt so hot, and you could feel it through his lips, your arms brushing against each other, and his chest that he cocooned you in. He tried to show you that he could be your home, that he was your home. Your arms trailed from his chest to wrap around his neck as you raised yourself on your tiptoes.

You wanted him to hold you forever, to keep you locked away in his embrace. You wanted him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear the entire night. You wanted him to kiss you and praise you and make you new.

You desperately needed him to revive you, and you had a feeling that he knew it too.

The kiss was broken when he lifted you, your legs locking themselves around his waist. You quickly caught your breath, gazing down at him.

He was looking at you like you were his world, and his eyes were the universe you lived in.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“Steve.” A guilty part of you loved it when he overthought, but now wasn’t the time to tease. “I always love it when you kiss me, and that’s not gonna change.”

It was always funny whenever he grew bashful. A guy his size and reputation — it was almost comical. His broad shoulders caved in a bit, and he nervously bit his lips before pursing them into a half-smile.

There were more things you wanted to say, but you didn’t. Instead your brain succumbed to the overwhelming thought of kissing him again.

“Hold me,” you gave the soft command before you gave in.

And that he did.

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shesnotaposer · 2 years

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𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

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pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

warning: minors dni (it's not like i can stop you. but keep in mind that you're responsible for your own media consumption so do be responsible), smut, roles; darkdom!natasha (professor natasha) & sub!reader (college student reader), semi-public sex, curse words, exhibitionism, knife play (blood and wounds), gun play, kinks; mommy kink | degradation kink | choking kink, large age gap; natasha is 38, reader is 22

summary: you see natasha everyday. she's your professor after all. and every day since your breakup, she continues to act as if you don't exist. the least she can do is treat you like a student, but she can't even do that. you've had enough. she's not welcome to break your heart every day the way that she does. ignoring your very existence as if you weren't once the bane of hers. so the only logical thing to do? sleep with her fellow professor.

a/n: this is a part of my smutty sundays 😩🫦

two years ago, you made a pair of shoes. you had peter and aunt may help you. it was black, it was glossy. and you made sure that it was comfortable. you spent more time on it than your patience allowed, but even years later, you're glad it's still in perfect condition.

you see it, every single day. you hear it click against the marble tiled flooring of the right wing of your building where the libraries, the faculty, the offices are located, every day, at 9:15 am without fail.

you memorized it. you memorized the sound, which alone had already made you clutch your books slightly tighter against your chest. you waited for the figure to turn the corner, you waited to meet its eyes. you waited to follow it as it walked down the hall.

and then, there she was.

the red head wearing a dark blue blazer and matching trousers with a red silk top underneath. her hair was perfectly resting on top of her shoulder, big curls and all, so neatly falling over the crook of her neck as if it was deliberately arranged and placed with a massive amount of hairspray.

mrs. natasha romanoff.

this was always your favorite time of the day. the time when you see her walk into her office. when you see her the very moment she comes into school. when you get to see how she's dressed, when you get to get a scent of her to take with you for the rest of the day, when you get to see how perfectly in shape the shoes you made for her is. the shoes she'd always worn for the past 2 years.

you looked at her eyes, the bright green ones you'd dream about looking at you. she walked closer, and closer, and slowly you got to see the small features on her face that, although you have memorized, you still liked staring at.

by the time you could clearly see the mole on her right cheek, you dreaded it. you often forget how much you hated standing there, waiting for her to turn the corner and walk the hall. you get so hypnotized by her, that you forget the wretched feeling you have whenever she walks past you. whenever you feel that small breeze that's her always so close to hitting your figure as if you weren't there. you hated that she never lays her eyes on you, she never acknowledges you, she never even do so much as breath towards you as if you two had never met.

you dreaded it. you hated it so fucking much. it makes you clench your fist in rage, and then it makes you tear up, and then it makes you hate yourself. and you are just so tired of that.

"mrs. romanoff," you called, standing completely still.

you felt her stop just a few inches away from you. she hadn't moved. she hadn't turned around. she just stopped, and waited for you.

but you didn't say anything.

you weren't sure why you called onto her. in your head, you wanted to scream at her. to tell her to look at you. to tell her to stop ignoring you. to tell her that she already got what she wanted, that you already broke up with her in front of her wife and the least she can do is look at you.

but you didn't say that.

she turns her head, just enough for her to look at her shoulder in acknowledgment of you. it was the most she's given you in 2 years, and you can't do anything about it.

"have a nice day..."

she didn't say anything. you knew her enough to know the way her eyebrows tightened by the tiniest bit in confusion. that's it? she's probably thinking. and honestly, you're thinking the same thing.

that's it? that's all i can fucking tell her?

she only did so much as hum, leaving a second before she left. you were frozen in your place until you heard the door to her office, near the end of the hall, close.

you hated what she does to you. you hated how she'd ignore your very existence. how she walks past you as if she hadn't touched you in the dark hallways of your school. how she'd look past you as if she hadn't seen every inch of your skin. how she'd avoid calling your name in class, how she'd avoid going to places where she knows you've been, how she'd completely disregard you as if you weren't someone she had once confessed to be so utterly and hopelessly in love with.

you hated how she has the nerve to do that. she was the one who initiated your relationship. she was the one who seduced you into an affair. she was the one who made you so unconditionally in love with her. she was the one who asked you to break up with her. to stop seeing her after her wife came to you, and asked you to leave her alone.

she was the one who hurt you.

everything that this was is all on her.

and she shouldn't have the nerve to act as if you did something wrong.

the only thing you've done, the one wrong thing that haunts you to this day, was loving her.

and she shouldn't have the right to hold that against you. not when she was the one who made you fall so madly in love with her in the first place.

"y/n, are you okay?"

you didn't realize you had just finished your last class of the day. you didn't realize you had been stuck in the moment of hurt (which was an everyday thing, at this point) because of natasha. peter was snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to break you out of your thoughts.

the classroom was empty, and it was only you and peter. he was standing in front of your desk, holding your bag as if ready to basically drag you out of there if you hadn't come to your senses. "aunt may is going to kill me. i promised to take you to lunch with her."

you blinked a few times, standing up to gather your things but something lit up inside your little brain when you see a figure standing beside the podium that peter's been covering from your line of sight.

it was natasha.

she was standing, so incredibly still, her eyes staring straight into you, following you and every little move you make. you weren't sitting so far from the front, perhaps just a row or two behind. so it didn't come unnoticed to you, the way her finger slowly tapped her elbow while it's crossed. the way her eyes are barely closing, or the way her head was tilted just by the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.

she was annoyed.

mrs. romanoff was never one to stay after class hours. she's punctual, even with leaving, and you know how it aggravates her to have to stay after the time she should've already left.

and while, she hates it, she has to stay until every last student is out of her classroom. and since you're here, and it seems like you've been here for a while, you can see how that may have annoyed her.

so in courtesy, you met her eyes, "mrs. romanoff", you greeted, almost bowing to her before grabbing all your things and pulling peter out of the classroom.

"miss y/l/n," she called when you were just by the door. stopping you in your steps. she wasn't looking at you anymore, her eyes remained to where you once were. there was a dramatic pause, and until she was sure that your complete attention was on her, her head slowly turned to look at you. "i will be handing you a letter informing you of your new class schedule with mr. rogers. please see me in my office when you have the time."

it took you a few seconds before you picked up on what she meant, "what?" it was rather informal the way you said it, she was always so strict with formality, but you didn't really care. she hardly notices your existence all-together, she won't penalize you for that.

"i'll be transferring you to mr. roger's class out of the best interest, for you." she says, turning around to gather her things and get ready to leave. "you can get your timetable in my office or you can get it here at 3." she says. "rest assured, miss y/l/n..." she looks at you. she can't see you. she can't see you the way she used to. she can't see you at all. and that alone, the thought, the knowledge, and most especially, the way you could no longer let you read her eyes, the way she'd completely shut you off, broke your heart in more pieces than when she told you about her wife. "you will be seeing a lot less of me."

she was a complete stranger.

you knew what she meant. you knew the message she wanted to send, she made it very clear but you know she felt the need to save it for the sake of peter and keeping a professional relationship between you two.

you could feel your hand shaking. if the moment lasts a minute longer, your chin would tremble. your eyes will uncontrollably water. you are bound to break down. you can feel it. but you won't ever--you refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing how broken you are because of her. she will never see how much she hurts you.

"and i'll be seeing more of steven..." you smiled. "good." you say before turning away with peter following you.

she has the power. she has the power over you, over everything. but you like to play. you like to play queen and pretend you have the power over her. you like to play against the odds. you like to play against her. you like to play pretend and act fine when, really, you're not.

transferring you to mr. roger’s class was her breaking up whatever's left lingering between you. it was cutting you off. it was completely taking you out of her life. and you aren't going to leave just like that. not without rubbing it in her face that you've moved on.

so at exactly 2:55pm, you'd already settled down on her desk, your arms holding the back end of the table as you leaned back, your head hanging back with your locks tickling your elbows as you pulled steven grant rogers closer between your legs.

you would’ve done it with someone else, but frankly, no man ever dare come close to you. everyone who had, ghosted you. perhaps, they can sense the gayness, but you were bi, the “liking woman” aspect of your personality probably over powers the “liking men” aspect by tons.

so here you are with mr. rogers. you could feel him. you could feel his bulge. does it turn you on? it does. do you want to fuck him? you do. but would you? no. to let him touch you should be heaven enough for him.

if there's one thing natasha taught you, it's that you were a goddess. every person to have ever laid their eyes on you, is lucky enough to be graced by your view. and to touch you. even by a split second on your hand, should be heaven enough for them.

she also said that you were hers and anyone who should dare touch you would have their hands chopped off.

but of course, she doesn't care about you anymore. you care about you. and you are indeed a goddess. and the only person ever worthy enough to see all of you, was natasha.

"this is wrong..." he grunts.

"then why are you touching me?"

his hand was on your stomach and he seems surprised when he sees it trailing up to your breasts. you bucked your hips so you he can feel the sensation of your cunt against his covered dick. you dress especially helped with the easy access.

you could still feel his hesitation. you can feel the tension in his hands. you opened your eyes and you looked at him, like a helpless little girl asking for her daddy to help her with the icky feeling between her legs. you guided his hand upwards, letting it run through your breast and pulling it to hold the side of your neck.

"touch me more..."

you started grinding on him. you weren't feeling anything, really you couldn't. if anything, it was uncomfortable. but you saw him grunt, and you saw how much he yearned for more. so you moaned. you moaned as if you were chasing a high that fed his ego with wanting to help you with it.

he held either side of your neck, as if supporting you as you grinded aimlessly on him. you wanted to get it over with.

your moans got louder, and louder, until you erupted in quite an exaggerated act of pleasure and panted as if it was the most pleasurable you've ever experienced.

"if you're done, rogers..."

you were expecting her to be here. you were doing this so she could see how much you've moved on, but you didn't expect how belittling her voided gaze was. how just a simple glance at you made you feel so dirty, so small, so invalid.

"and y/l/n." she mentions, slowly, almost angrily. "rogers, to the dean, please."

it scared you how incredibly casual and contained she was. how composed, how calm. she just caught her ex (and student) being touched by her friend (and colleague) in her classroom. how can she be so utterly placid.

he did what she asked him to, quickly stumbling out of the room unable to meet her eyes. and while you were just about to get off, natasha tuts. "no, you stay there." she says. casually, as if she's correcting you. "don't move."

you felt every hair in your body stand up. it was as if the air suddenly turned cold. you were freezing. you were scared. you were embarrassed. you were in such a compromising position. your legs spread wide, your body leaned back.

she stood right in front of you. not too far that you can't feel her warmth, but far enough so that she can study your entirety.

her arms were crossed, and she looked at you as if she was a teacher who had just caught you smoking. except she is a teacher and she just caught you having sex with another teacher.

"you know what?" she says, inching closer and closer to you. "i thought the only person i had to worry about was peter." she narrows her eyes, tilting her head, and the small grin that formed her lips made you rethink everything. "but i can't do anything to peter. peter's a nice kid." she stopped when she was in between your legs with absolutely no space left between her and the desk. you wanted to cry. you were shaking. but she didn't care. she cupped your pussy with a harsh slap, and pressed so pleasurably hard on your clit. "but now i know you'll throw yourself to just absolutely anybody, so maybe i should do a better job at keeping you away from everyone, yeah?"

you didn't know it was humanly possible to flip you and handle you the way she did. in just a split second, she had you laid down on your stomach, legs spread wide and hanging from her desk, and your dress scrunched up to expose your ass.

you were breathing heavily. every and any ounce of courage was stripped off from your body. it's like she'd completely made you weak, she'd completely made you nothing but something for her to play with.

"i don't even know what to do with you anymore..." she whispers, harshly grabbing the back of your neck and pushing it harder against the wooden surface.

"you can't do anything to me..."

"are you sure about that?"

you could feel the bulge in her trousers, how massive it is despite of the space between your bodies. she lightly laid a hand on your covered ass, soothing over it with her soft touch.

you knew what's about to happen. you knew. and never in a million years did you think something like that would turn you on. you didn't think it was something that would form a wet patch on your underwear, or tie knots inside your stomach.

you wanted it, you wanted it more and more especially when you've heard her undo her belt. but you have to stand by your pride. your dignity. you're not going to let her ruin you and lead you on so she can choose her wife over you again. you're not going back to the heartbroken little girl who was chasing after her, knocking on her door, begging her to take you back.

"no..." you resisted, but that only made her push you harder against the surface of her desk. "mrs. romanoff, you have to stop."

she laughs, almost frustratingly. "god..." she says. "don't say that as if it doesn't turn you on." she pressed her body on yours, gripping your thigh so hard that you can feel her nails going through your skin. "you shouldn't tell me what to do."

it was pain beyond what you expected. tears seeped through your eyes when she landed a harsh slap on your ass. it hurts so bad that you couldn't help but cry. cry out of pain. and what scared you, is that... you were crying out of pleasure too. you were crying out of longing. out of want for more of it.

but nonetheless, you stood your ground. "you have a wife! think about wanda... please."

you didn't care about wanda.

and regardless of how many times you lie and say that you do, you knew under all this pride was just you wanting to hear her say it. under all the resistance was you baiting her to tell you she wants you.

she landed another harsh slap. and another. and another. and by what you counted was the 15th, you were heaving, crying, whimpering. your forehead was resting on top of the desk, you hands holding its edge. she didn't say anything, she just hurt you. and hurt you. until you were begging her to stop.

"you didn't like it, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice an angelic whisper while she soothes over you reddened ass.

you did like it. you liked it so much you can feel yourself dripping. you wanted to buck your hip, grind on something. but you resisted. you need to know she wants you before you show her how much you want her. it's what you owe yourself after this.

you yelped when you felt her tug on your hair so your head is raised up. she clung her belt around your neck, pushing the end through the buckle and fastening it tight around your neck.

and like a dog, she tugs on it so she's pulling you back. her body was pressing against yours, all her weight on you. you could feel her breath against your skin, you can feel her scent overtaking every ounce of reason in your mind. but you resisted nonetheless. you resisted her hold on you. you pulled on the belt by lowering your head, but she was quick to tug it back, wrapping her other hand on your neck.

"you don't have to worry about wanda, dear." she whispered. "you didn't when you let me fuck you in the closet while she's sleeping."

"back then you wanted me..."

she stops. and for a moment you felt your heart crack at the thought of her stopping simply because she couldn't tell you she wanted you. but then she chuckles when she got off of you.

"aww..." she coos. loosening her grip on both your neck and the belt. "is that all my dumb baby wants to hear?"

she pulled you by the shoulders, gently, turning you around and carrying you up the desk so your sitting on it with your legs spread wide for her. "listen to me," she says, a hand holding your waist. her nose trailed from your ear, down to your neck, and then your collarbone. she was smelling you, she was feeling your warmth, she was getting drunk on your scent.

she tugged on the belt so you gave her more access to your neck. you closed your eyes. you know at any moment you're bound to break. you'll be begging her to take you like the little slut that you are. you just want to hear her say it. please, natasha. say you want me.

your eyes popped wide open when you felt some cold metal trailing your thigh. from the top, slowly making it's way to your knee. you already knew what it was. if there's anything natasha never lets herself without, it's her gun, and her knife. she was playing with a knife.

"natasha..." you whispered, fear imminent from your shaking voice.

"darling," she looks at you, her face not even an inch away from you. "you would be afraid of me if i told you what i did to every single person who even looked in your direction."

you tried to calm yourself down despite of the sharp blade that continued to soothe against your skin. you stopped your heaving, you steadied your thinking. you showed her that you can take it. you can take her. you can take all of her.

"i will never be afraid of you..." you whispered.

"is that so?" her eyes narrow in challenge.

you almost screamed in pain, gasping for air when she suddenly drew a deep cut on your inner thigh. tears streamed down your face as you saw the blood drip from your skin to the part of your dress you were sitting on.

“you should...” she whispers almost inaudibly. "i drove away every single man, every single person to even think about you." she says, drawing another cut parallel to the one she'd already done. you can only let your nails bury deep on the skin of your leg, holding on to it, hoping to numb the pain from your thigh by inflicting more on your leg. "i have done unspeakable things to any person who even dared come your way. so to say i want you?..." and finally, she drew the last cut that connected the two lines together, a diagonal cut to spell her first initial. "would be an understatement."

you closed your eyes. "fuck me..." you whisper.

"say that again, darling."

"please, fuck me... mommy."

suddenly, she was pulling the belt firm so your head stays close, and your lips on hers as she completely devours it. her tongue explored every inch of your mouth the same way she let her 2 fingers explore every untouched crevice of your pussy.

your hips bucked against her hand. you tried every possible way to grind against her hand, to meet the rhythm of her slow torturing pace. you wanted to cry. you wanted to feel her. you wanted to feel her in every part, every inch of your insides until you become so accustomed to it you can’t live without her inside you.

you wanted her in every part of you, you can’t help but cry especially when she tugged even harder on the belt signaling you to stay still. “stay down,” she growled. “stay down.”

you couldn’t tell which one were whines, or moans, or cries. all you know was that they kept coming and she was just so eagerly swallowing them into the kiss. when her fingers leave your aching hole, you couldn’t help but pull away from the kiss so you can look her in the eyes, “no…” you frowned.

you looked like a kid, filled with disappointment, and tears, and desperation. she loved it so much. she loved knowing that after all these years, she still has the same effect on you as you have on her. she loved knowing that you’re so weak for her. she loves the power of knowing that you’ll always always beg for her even if she hurts you multiple times. she’s your drug. and you’re her obsession.

she hid the amusement, the grin, behind a raised eyebrow and what an awful and condescending gaze. “you want to be fucked so hard don’t you?” she says, trailing one hand from your neck down to your stomach, undoing the buttons of your button down dress as she does so.

“only by you, mommy…”

you gasped when the cold steel hits your skin again. this time, it was trailing against your skin. from your knee and slowly up the inner of your thighs. you froze when you realized its path towards the part that ached the most.

you closed your eyes but natasha was quick to grab your jaw and press the blood stained knife harder against your skin. “now, i hardly believe that…” you can hear the restraint in her voice, the anger badly disguised as composure. her eyes backed that up. her eyes were dark. so dark you could hardly make up the green in it. it was an entirely different color. “haven’t i seen you grinding against rogers just a moment ago?”

the fear can not overcome the pleasure. the adrenaline. the lust, the desire, the want. you weren’t sane enough to stay quiet. so in a moment of confidence, you looked at her with narrowed eyes and almost a teasing smile. you took her face between your hands and pulled her closer so your noses are just so close to touching. “what are you going to do about it?”

something flared behind her eyes. challenge. something one should never do is challenge natasha romanoff. and with that very knowledge, you did it anyway.

your hands found balance on either end of the table when she suddenly pushed you down, pulling your legs towards her so your upper body lays completely flat on the table, and your legs are wrapped around her.

“the moment you step out of this classroom, everyone should know how much of a little slut you are for your professor, yeah?” she says, pressing a hand on your stomach as her knife continues to trail up your thigh. “i will make sure to ruin you for everyone else.” her grunt accompanied the loud gasp you let out when the knife finally met the fabric of your underwear. you closed your eyes shut, holding onto dear life, tears streaming down the sides of your face in fear.

you restrained your breathing, if you were breathing at all. you felt it make its way up from your hole and up towards your clit. it was slow. so torturously slow that you just wanted to get it over with. and maybe it was natasha being careful. but natasha never needs to be careful. she’s being delicate and gentle under all this anger and aggression. and somehow, that makes the experience of having a knife following the slit of your pussy slightly better.

the relief that washed over you when you felt your underwear snap in two and the knife leave your body felt almost like an orgasm. you were finally able to let your breath go, panting and gasping for the air your deprived yourself of because of fear.

“aww, did that scare my dumb baby?”

you would count that as a near death experience. and having experienced that finally snapped some sense into you. “are you craz–” only to be taken away by natasha whose fingers finally entered your hole without warning, and in the most unforgiving pace thinkable.

“you were saying, lovely?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, releasing an animalistic moan as your hips met her fingers and matched her rhythm as she hits every spot that only she knew of. “ah! oh my god, natasha!” you scream, a string of moans leaving your lips.

“i wish you can see how pretty you look like this…” she whispers, curling her fingers inside you. “but you can’t. no one can. and to think you were just going to show this to rogers...” she said his name with so much disgust. a hand tugs on the belt pulling it tighter almost restricting your airways. “no one can see you like this, do you hear me?”

you were so close to crying as you inch closer to the high you’ve been craving for. “yes…” you cried, trying to grind against her hand harder.

“yes, what?”

“yes mommy!” you cried. “oh god, please mommy, please please please…”

you were losing your mind, chanting pleads for your dear mommy. her lips began kissing your collarbone, trailing wet kisses on occasional bites from your neck down to your stomach. “come on, scream for mommy, slut.”

you were. you were screaming for her. you were screaming her name. you were chanting, and praying to her. you were so close you could already see a faint of the stars, of the heaven you were chasing.

“no.” she pulls out.

her lips leave your body, and her fingers your dripping cunt. you looked at her with what such an amusing, even cute, disappointed face. your lips were pouted and you eyebrows furrowed as you sat up and watched as she slowly walked away.

she sat on a chair in the front row, legs crossed, head tilted, mouth stretched into a small grin. she saw the marks she made on you. the bruises she made on your body. the bleeding cut she marked you with. she loved it. suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment. chills ran through your bare skin as she looked at you as if she was waiting for you to report what was assigned to you in class.

“i want you to touch yourself.” she says. “touch yourself and show me just how much of a little slut you are for mommy, yeah?”

your heart pounded inside of you. hesitation filled your face but nonetheless, you knew only she can give you the pleasure you were after. she was the pleasure you were after. you’re not getting what you want until you give her what she wants.

“come on, darling. don’t be shy. give a little show for momm–”

your eyes widened when the door opened.

and from it comes steve rogers.

when you thought you wanted the ground to eat you whole after you confessed to natasha, you were wrong. because you never wanted to disappear more than you do now. you didn’t even get the chance to cover yourself and you only realized how bare you were when professor rogers nearly met your eyes but quickly turned it to natasha.

“professor rogers is here, dear.” natasha says in the most welcoming tone, extending her arm as an invitation for the man to sit beside her. you could only look at her in disbelief that you were sure she didn’t notice as her eyes were on steve. “why don’t you give my dearest friend, steve, a show he would never forget?”

steve couldn’t bear to look at you. and neither can you on him. so while his eyes remained on the desk you were on, yours remained on natasha. completely frozen and in disbelief. however, natasha ignored that as well as she ignores you in the halls. her grin disappears, “come on. give steve a show.” she said that with drastic pauses in between. so you can only do so much as let your hand trail to your exposed pussy, and touch the nub natasha had only ignored thus far.

you closed your eyes as you felt tears coming. you laid down, avoiding every chance that they can to see your face, and the pleasure touching yourself gives you. you opened your legs further to give yourself better access, and then you start rubbing on your swollen clit.

the loud moan you let out at the first contact your hand made with your nub made you want to hide in embarrassment, but of course, that feeling was quickly overtaken by pleasure, even bucking your hips to meet your hand.

within a minute, you were a moaning mess, your hips raising and almost grinding against your own hand. “oh my fucking god…” you moan. “ah! god, mmmm…”

you could hear professor rogers grunting. even clearing his throat from time to time. you were in display, an object for them to get off on, but you didn’t care.

“oh my god! i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming…”

you quickened your pace, almost crying out when you’ve finally reached your high.

but no cry, or no animalistic moan from you can hide the loud bang that made you sit up.

natasha was already walking towards you. getting hold of both your legs as she went around the table, you spinning around as she moved, so now you’re facing the whiteboard. you weren’t able to get a look at her because she suddenly flipped you. she handled you so easily, it made you throb despite having just cum.

you hear ruffles from behind you, and then she pulls the belt. that completely restricted your airways as it tightened around your neck, and when she pulls you so your head was up, something entered you. she finally entered you. she bottomed out without letting you adjust, already setting a fast pace.

the immense pleasure from the way she’s hitting you was able to hide the fear, and the shock, and even the tears from seeing the lifeless body of professor rogers that’s sitting on the chair right beside where natasha was. you wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to forget the sight of him, blood splattered on him, and dripping from the hole in his temple. but natasha pressed her body on you, reaching over your front as she pounded your back. and when you felt something warm rub on your clit, something warm, and metal, and almost wet with what you hope isn’t the liquid that’s oozing out of the body in front of you, you knew you couldn’t close your eyes.

the sight of a freshly dead body in front of you should take you out of the mood. but it didn’t. it scared you that it didn’t. it scared you that it made you throb. that seeing it made you moan, and want more from natasha. “oh my god… ngh…” you couldn’t contain it. you can only keep so much in. the fact that you weren’t chanting her name. that you had to actively stop yourself from chanting her name as respect to the dead body in front of you. it scared you.

“see, this is what happens when someone touches what’s mine… do you understand me?” she growls in your ear. pulling you further back so her lips can be closer to your ear.

“i’m not yours…”

she killed someone. and while you’ve always known she was capable of such a thing, it was only right for you to hate her. you have to hate her. “oh? but you are, dear.”

you moaned again. and again. she angled her hips in the way she knew would take the most out of you. you were so lost in the pleasure, but the dead body in front of you kept you even the tiniest bit sane. “you’re–ugh–married. you belong to someone else.”

you were grinding against her. it took you everything in your power to not grind against her.

“i’m finalizing my divorce. i had to resist you until i’m free, but goddamn…” she grunted. “i had to transfer you out of my class so i can be with you. but apparently you just used that opportunity to be a whore. i just had to remind my little whore who she belongs to…”

you were cumming. you were so close, you were choking on moans despite of how much you tried to resist them. “you murdered someone…” you said weakly. she’s going through a divorce, but she killed someone.

“haven’t i before? for you?” she reminds you, following up her words of how much you’d hate her if you knew what she did to everyone who ever did so much as look in your direction. “and i will kill again if it means keeping what’s mine, mine…”

you breathed out. letting go. “oh... god…” you screamed, closing your eyes and gripping harder against the end of the table.

she got a divorce for you.

she killed for you.

“now, remind me who you belong to again, peach?”

it’s only right. you owed her this.

“you…”

you have to be hers. that way you can protect the lives of the people around you. right?

“who?” she tugs harder, completely blocking your air flow. you were crying, you were chanting, you were praying, you were begging. you were using up every last breath in your body to worship the closest being to god.

you have to be hers. you can’t be anyone else’s.

“you mommy!” you cried, exploding in ecstasy as you’d finally reached the stars.

you were already hers. you had always been hers. you will only ever be hers.

“good girl.”

you’ll never say it out loud, but you want her to kill every man to ever even walk close to you. and you want her to fuck you as she does so.

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BORN INTO BAD LUCK

avengers x teen!reader mini series (platonic)

MAIN MASTERLIST

status: discontinued

summary: y/n, who was raised by ross, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, leading to her being put in the raft in 2012. 4 years later, y/n has some visitors.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

total word count: 4,243

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

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fandom-oneshots-etc · 11 months

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I would like to make a fluffy request for tony stark and female reader. Movie date at his house, with lots of cuddles, kisses, and laughs on a rainy day, he's such a boyfriend material. You can add smut if you want, thanks 😊

🍄 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: Waking up to a day of miserable weather you convince Tony to take a day off and have an impromptu movie day.

🍄 Word Count: 1742

🍄 Abbreviations: (h/n) - House Name

🍄 Warnings: None

🍄 Note: Thank you Anon. I couldn't help but pull Harry Potter into this one, hope this is what you wanted ♡

The soft tickle of stubble brushing against the side of your neck and shoulder was the first thing that roused you from your sleep, if anything it was soothing and kept you in a light slumber as a smile crept across your lips at the sensation. It was the hammering of tiny water droplets against the window and the thick hum of thunder that pulled you from your state of sleep. Your eyes cracked open as another wave of thunder slipped through the sky outside. You peeked over at the windows, a small gap visible in the curtains. If you didn’t have the alarm clock on the side table in front of you, you would’ve easily been convinced it was still late in the night, there was no light visible through the curtains and you knew it was going to be a long, dark and stormy day.

Eyes still heavy with sleep, you twisted your head to the side and glanced over your shoulder, Tony’s face was still pressed against your neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses as his lips passed across your skin. You nuzzled your nose against his cheek and Tony lifted his head to catch his lips on yours. You moved together almost lazily, but still it filled you with passion, a sense of warmth rushed through your body as you rolled over and pressed your body up against Tony’s, his hands tugging at your waist softly.

Pulling back, you left a final peck on his lips with a hum.

“Mmm, good morning,” you greeted.

“Good morning,” he replied back. “Did I ever tell you how utterly gorgeous you look in the morning?” You let out a little huff laugh and rolled your eyes.

“Tony, I just woke up and I look like hell,”

“No, you don’t. You look radiant, like the warm rays of the sun-”

“Which are not out today,” you pointed out, turning your gaze back to the windows. “So, rainy day in New York, what’s the plan for today, babe?”

“Well, honey, I don’t know about you but I’ve got to head-”

“No!” You pouted knowing exactly what he was going to say. Tony had spent the last three days locked away in his lab working on some upgrades for his suit that SHIELD had authorized. Not that Tony needed authorization, he had been planning on making the upgrades for a few months, it just took quite a while for the specific parts to be manufactured in the way he needed them and delivered.

“I know I’ve been busy but-”

“No buts.” You argued firmly. “You’ve been busy for three days. Three whole days. I feel like I’ve barely seen you.”

“You’re right, sorry honey,” He sighed. “Alright so what should we do today?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well if I’m taking the day off, we have to do something. I need something to tell Captain Hook when he asks why it’s taking so long.” You pondered the possibilities for a moment. You could head out onto the town to do some shopping, except you had done that over the past three days whilst Tony had been preoccupied in the lab. You could head out for lunch, there was that nice new lunch garden you had been wanting to try May had been raving about it the last time you had dropped Peter off. Except the weather wasn’t on your side and if you did go the only thing you’d get was a cold shower. Your eyes widened and you let out a little gasp.

“A movie day!” you announced. “We haven’t had one in ages,” You were right. With the onslaught of missions that had been coming your way recently and now with Tony’s suit upgrades, your movie nights both as a couple and as a team had dwindled dramatically. “This is the perfect movie day, we could binge watch something,” You paused for a moment scanning your mental directory of all the possible shows and movies you could binge watch in a day.

“Harry Potter marathon?” You nodded frantically at Tony’s suggestion.

“Perfect! You get Philosophers Stone set up and I’ll grab the snacks.” Flinging the covers back you swung your legs over the side of the bed and launched yourself across the room, you could feel Tony’s eyes watching your every movement. Clad only in your underwear you quickly grabbed Tony’s AC/DC shirt from the drawer, it fell past your waist and to your mid-thigh.

You skipped out of the bedroom and headed into the kitchen, scouring all of the cupboards for various snacks. You filled your arms with whatever you could carry and you mentally thanked yourself for going shopping this week as you had unconsciously stocked the cupboards with some of your favourite sweet treats which were perfect for today.

By the time you headed into the dedicated movie room, your arms were overflowing with various movie snacks and you had managed to hook two diet coke cans on the tips of your fingers. Tony had already set up the sofa cubes into a comfortable sofa-bed with your fluffy (f/c) throw blanket and throw pillows you had bought specifically for nights like these. Tony was in the middle of pouring himself a glass of his favourite alcohol as you entered and dumped all of the snacks onto the middle of the sofa-bed and your drinks on the small table on your side. You silently started organizing all of the snacks whilst Tony climbed onto the sofa-bed and got himself comfy against the cushions, taking a sip from his drink. You quickly crawled in next to him and settled yourself against the back of the sofa cushions, Tony stretched his arm out across the back behind your neck and allowed you to get snuggled into his side.

“Ready?” You nodded and cracked open the bag of skittles you had grabbed. Tony reached down a grabbed a few of his own and tipped them back into his mouth as the opening credits of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone danced across the large screen.

Movie nights had always been sacred to you, it had been something you’d done with your own family when you were younger and you were so happy that Tony held it in the same regard as you. You saved some of your best snacks for the trolley on Hogwarts express scene and it wasn’t until just before the boats to Hogwarts that you decided for your first toilet break. You planned to restock your snacking supplies before they visited Honeydukes in the third film, just to make sure to immerse yourselves in the experience.

One thing was for sure, you couldn’t have asked for a better day off. You had never been clingy but the time away from Tony had only been building up in you and the more time you spent separated due to work, the more time you wanted to spend curled up in his side or in his lap never moving. If you could steal Tony away from SHIELD you would in a heartbeat but at the same time you knew that being Iron Man was exactly who Tony was. Taking Tony away from Iron Man would be depriving him of himself in some way and asking him to change who he was and you would never dare do that.

Flicking your eyes away from the troll in the girls toilets, you glanced up at Tony, his own hazel eyes staring at the flashing images on the screen. It was rare that you got to see Tony so carefree, it was one of your favourite things about movie nights. There was nothing to worry about. It was a completely safe space, no stress, no worries and certainly no mission-talk. It was an escape from the reality of the job.

Feeling your eyes on him, Tony glanced his eyes down at you, a small smirk catching on his lips.

“I know I’m dashingly handsome but you’re missing the movie, honey” he teased. Your cheeks warmed at being caught gazing. “You know where I’d take you on a date in there?” he jolted his head towards the TV. “I’d ask you to join me in the library to study-”

“You’d ask me out to study?” You rose an eyebrow.

“At first, I’m not at the good part yet,” he insisted. “Then when the library closed, we’d hide out in the room of requirement until it was lights out and we were the only ones around. I’d sneak you up to the astronomy tower so we could sit out and look at the stars. You could tell me all about the different constellations that you know and I’d spend more time looking at you than at the stars, because you’re the only star I need.” You giggled lightly at his cheesiness. “Then when it starts to get really late, I’d sneakily walk you back to your dorm and stop on the stairs to kiss you goodnight and send you to bed.” He smiled. “But of course I wouldn’t leave it there, I’d send my owl to you with a note because without phones how else are we supposed to have phone sex?” You let out a bark laugh at his words and the thought of a sex note coming to you via owl.

“What would it say?”

“Something along the lines of Hey gorgeous, I know you’re probably laying in bed thinking about me, how about I come and slither in?” You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle your giggles at the cheesy pick up line.

“I thought you were a Gryffindor?”

“What, I can’t use pick up lines for another house? I didn’t know those were the rules,” he argued. “What about can I Slytherin your Ravenclaw or would you rather Hufflepuff my Gryffindor? There, all houses included.” The two of you descended into fits of laughter, tears growing your eyes at the sheer force. It had been a while since the two of you had laughed like this, and as they say laughter was food for the soul. Who better to feed your soul than your soulmate?

“I love you, you know?” you muttered as you calmed down, tilting your head up and pecking his lips softly. “I’m glad you took the day off, I really missed you.”

“I love you too, my little (h/n). There’s no where I’d rather be.”

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vilentia · 3 months

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Avengers Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

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nev3rfound · 11 months

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in your own time: b.b

it's supposed to be easy, just be a lookout, bucky said. yet, here you are, lying on the concrete slowly watching the grey darken with crimson. (2k)

warnings - graphic descriptions of bullet wounds, violence, blood, angst, but a fluffy ending.

thank you to @tieddown-withbattleshipchains for the request, hope you all enjoy!

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This sort of thing was bound to happen, hell, it comes with the profession. Though you never did sign that waiver stating you'd take a bullet for someone, that just came from your own slightly messed up instincts.

It was supposed to be easy, a simple lookout position. You should've known better by now that no lookout remains on the sidelines, everyone ends up front and centre somehow even if it's not planned. And sadly, most of the plan went to shit the moment John Walker barged into the place.

"Shit." Breathing out, you quickly move away from the balcony as John marches in past Sam, tailing Bucky.

Reaching the ground floor, your focus fixates on finding Bucky. Zemo starts talking but your tunnel vision blanks his reasonings to be released as you cautiously enter the next section of the derelict building.

"-it's all your fault, none of this should be allowed." Your ears start to perk up at the aggression in Walker's tone. Turning the corner you can see him standing above Karli, Bucky in close range behind her holding his hands out in surrender.

"John, just take a step back, yeah? You don't wanna do this." Bucky dares to step closer, only for John's attention to shift and point a gun at Bucky, removing the safety swiftly.

Bucky's gaze flickers at the sound of rubble being trodden on, and his eyes find you with a heavy heart. He tries to convey his desperation for you to leave, but as always, you persist.

"I don't have a choice, Barnes." John's voice trembles with fury, and you can faintly see the gun shaking in his grasp.

"There's always a choice." Bucky retorts, trying to mentally configure a way out to ensure your safety. But before he can finalize the mental details, everything happens at once.

The sound of your yell, John falling to the ground with a thud and the gun going off almost too quietly before your body falling limp on the ground whilst clutching your stomach.

Sam rushes into the room at the commotion, noticing you before Bucky has a chance to adjust.

"No, no, no." Sam cradles your body in his arms, watching your skin begin to lose its brightness, fading away as your lips start to quiver and tears fall freely down your face.

"Knew it'd happen sometime." You wheezily joke, barely feeling Sam's fingers glide across your cheeks before he looks up to Bucky who mirrors his fear.

With slow movements, your head falls to the side to see Bucky staring at you in disbelief, waves washing over his eyes as he starts shaking his head rapidly. "No!" He screams at Walker, still breathing heavily on the ground, seemingly oblivious to what he's done.

Yet, Bucky simply clenches his fists and stands over John, noticing some blood dripping down his face. Good, Bucky thinks to himself. But not good enough.

Your eyes begin to blur when Bucky starts punching John. His fists collide with his cheeks first, rolling his head side to side as if he were a doll. John's face is becoming unrecognizable, but so is Bucky's. It's a horrible ordeal, yet one you can't help but tear your eyes from.

Bucky continues with his punches, his fists now slamming down together on John's chest, his face already having sustained more than enough to be bloody for now. John's coughing blood, dripping from his nose, ears, and mouth, but Bucky prevails, muttering your name before he strikes John square in the jaw, watching his eyes roll back into unconsciousness.

Breathing heavily, Bucky slides off America's new hero and struggles toward you. With bloodied fists, his hand reaches for yours now coated in crimson.

"He got me good, Buck." You weakly chuckle, trying, fighting against every fibre in your body telling you to just let go, close your eyes, and the pain will be over. "But you got him beat there." The words leave your lips in a whisper, feeling your body almost sinking into the ground despite Sam holding onto you tightly whilst Bucky raises your hand to his lips, muttering pleas and his love for you.

"Don't go, doll. Not now, not like this." Bucky hates how vulnerable he feels, and how he let this happen. It shouldn't be like this, it never should've been an option in the first place. "There's gotta be something, right?" Bucky's desperation drips with every word.

Defeated, Sam just lowers his head. "She's lost too much blood, Bucky." Sam hates to say it but knows Bucky will never admit it aloud.

"We can get her help." A new voice pipes up, and Bucky points his gun in their direction, not caring who it is.

Moving closer despite the gun aimed at him, Zemo sighs at the sight. Your eyes now glossing over, lips parted, and not enough blood in your system to keep your heart beating. "There's help outside, they had been notified the moment a gunshot was heard, come on." Zemo explains, but neither of the men seems to be able to move.

"Come on!" Zemo insists, raising his voice and bending down to help, only to be met by the barrel of the gun at his forehead.

"Do not touch her." Bucky spits every word at the man. "It'll be okay, Y/n." Bucky's voice softens as he cradles your cheek, looking up to Sam who nods. "We're gonna get you help, and you'll pull through, yeah?"

The three of them know you're past being able to hear them. Your blinks become fleeting, but your lips start to move when the three try and lift you off the ground.

Bucky knows he'll have nightmares about the cries and screams flooding his eardrums as he holds you close to his chest. He tries to overrule them with comfort, but it's no use. Your screams of agony start to die down once sunlight casts across your face and you're forced onto a gurney, then everything simply fades.

"Ugh." You groan loudly, hitting the button above you repeatedly just to see the same nurse stroll on in with their arms crossed.

"Miss Y/l/n, we've told you before, you can't just ring for us if you're bored." The Nurse sighs, having lost count now of how many times you've clicked the bell either purposefully or accidentally.

Rolling your eyes, you start to push your body up only to be met with a coursing pain through your abdomen. The nurse paces towards you, resting her hand on your shoulder with a sympathetic glance crossing her eyes briefly.

"It's still too soon for you to be making any sudden movements like that, your stitches are still fresh." She reminds you, only to be met back with a huff.

"Can I at least have some more painkillers? This thing hurts like a bitch, Van." You half chuckle, meaning every word.

Van looks down at her watch and shakes her head. "Not for another few hours, but it's almost lunchtime." She tries to cheer you up with that knowledge, but it's little to no use. Holding her hands up in defense at your scowl, she reminds you of the same thing. "We're under strict orders here from Mr Barnes, I don't make the rules here!"

Returning to solitude, you pick up the notes that sit by your bedside, recording all of your injuries sustained by the asshole known as John Walker.

Your eyes have scanned over the list numerous times now. Lodged bullet in the abdomen, inches from the liver. Sustained severe head trauma. Significant blood loss.

"Just great." You repeat yourself out of boredom, you've never been good at patiently healing after a mission.

Usually, Bucky cheers you on, knowing you'll bounce back and mess about with Sam in no time. But this is different, you knew it the moment you woke up from surgery to see Bucky clinging to your hand so tight he was afraid if he let go, you'd slip from his grasp forevermore.

That was two weeks ago, and you're still in the private ward. The same four walls have been permanently embedded into your brain whenever you close your eyes along with the repetitive bleeping of machines.

A gentle knock on the door frame averts your attention from the white wall, and instead, a handsome smile adorns Bucky's face. "Hey, pretty boy." You tease. "Here to sweep me off my feet? Though I'd advise against that, maybe just sweep me off this godforsaken bed and into that wheelchair, huh?" Motioning to the barely used wheelchair, Bucky sits on the vacant chair next to you.

"Do I dare ask how you're feeling?" Bucky teases, a half smile forming on his lips. "Or do you wanna tip toe 'round it?"

Humming to yourself, you reach for his hand and squeeze it tightly. "I'm just so tired, Buck." You exhale deeply. "I think the nurses and doctors are almost wishing for a faster recovery than this just to get rid of me."

Bucky chuckles at that, knowing it to be true. From the moment you were wheeled into the hospital, they took you away before he could say anything to you. Ever since you woke up, he's made sure to keep a watchful eye on everything that is going on internally and externally in your recovery.

"Well," Bucky starts, leaning on his left side as he turns to face the door, greeting Sam.

"No way," The smile on your face widens in delight, a sight Bucky can't help but wish to etch into his mind, to ensure it never fades. "two in one day? Man, I must be special." You joke, feeling Bucky squeeze your hand lightly.

Taking the seat on the opposite side of the bed, Sam pats your shoulder gently. "Today is your lucky day, Y/n I'll give you that." He jests, watching your expression quickly change to one of confusion as the duo exchange knowing glances.

"Am I missing something here?" You dare to question, only to be met with something that couldn't be more blissful.

"We're gonna take you out to Louisiana to recover. Somewhere quiet, relaxing, and stress-free." Bucky explains, relieved to see all the tension in your body almost melt away.

"So, when we goin'?"

With your eyes closed, the warmth of the sun comforts you like a blanket, wrapping you tightly to ensure the cold cannot break in. You listen intently to the gentle waves crashing against the pier, the hum of conversation on the water from those in boats. And the sense of tranquility, something you haven't felt in a very long time.

Footsteps bounce off the deck behind you, coming to a halt by your side. A hand rests on your shoulder, making its way toward your cheek. Moving your head to the side, you embrace the gentle touch, kissing his palm before he kneels down to sit alongside you.

"Thought I'd find you here." Bucky comments, resting his arm on your lap, noting the golden glow enveloping you. "Sarah's been asking if you're ready to join everyone for dinner."

Humming, you reach down and remove the brakes from your wheelchair. Bucky moves to stand, but you quickly take hold of his hand, keeping him level with you.

"Thank you, Bucky." You lean closer toward him, ignoring the twinge in your abdomen. Resting your forehead against his, you can hear his breath tremble. Before he can ask, you kiss him softly, feeling the warmth on his lips as he can for you; a reminder that you're alive.

"I'll never let you do somethin' so reckless again, I swear doll." Bucky promises, but you shake your head much to his annoyance.

"Comes with the job, Bucky, and like I said, was gonna happen sooner or later." You chuckle, kissing his cheek before leaning back and begin to push on your wheels.

Shaking his head for a moment, Bucky catches up to walk alongside you, knowing everything would be okay after all.

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heliads · 11 months

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Can I request a Loki x fem reader where the reader is a super kind empath Avenger and comforts Loki, who also has been recruited as an Avenger (very reluctantly) but is still a bit ostracized from everyone else on the team. The reader is able to see how poorly Loki was treated in the past and promises to be there for him. They both end up falling in love but are too afraid to tell each other (the reader is able to feel this weird warm and fuzzy emotion Loki directs at her and she can’t pin point what emotion it is). They end up confessing when Loki sees an avenger member take advantage of the readers sweetness so he steps into comfort her. He confesses and they kiss 😚

Also have an amazing day and take your time with requests!!!

hope you have an amazing day too!

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If you squint ever so slightly, peer out from the reach of your favorite chair just enough to see into the surrounding hallway, you can almost make out the silhouette of Tony Stark pacing back and forth outside his office door.

As resident empath of the Avengers team, you’re in charge of reconnaissance, general battle backup, and checking in on everyone to make sure they’re still intact. You’ve also gone ahead and assumed that to mean that you can use your abilities to read the hearts of your teammates. Hey, it’s what they hired you to do, right? It’s not like you’re scanning their minds, now that would be invasive. All you’re doing is sensing how they’re feeling. Anyone could do that with a bit of good knowledge on body language.

You shift slightly, and there– you can just make out a cloud of colors circling Tony’s figure. That’s how emotions have always appeared to you ever since you were a kid. When people are having a perfectly normal day and not too much has happened, you’ll only be able to pick up on a tendril or two of colored smoke around their frame, a few hints at happy or sad but nothing too special.

Conversely, when something crazy is going on, it’s like they’re walking out of a bank of mist, Mr. Darcy at the end of Pride and Prejudice (2005)-style. For instance, at this very moment you can’t even tell what shade of shirt Tony is wearing through the dense emotion rattling around him.

This is obviously a sign that something is going on. Usually, Tony’s pretty laid back, or at least he pretends to be. Cool blue is his trademark. Sometimes, closer to missions or just after them, you’ll see bright lime or sickly yellow lancing through them, panic and stress from too much pressure on his shoulders. You can sense his anxiety attacks before they start. Tony has no idea how many times you’ve used your gifts to divert those things, and if you have it your way, he’ll never figure it out.

Tony’s not panicking right now, though, or not in the way that you’re used to. Instead of purple or blue, all you can see around him is red, blazing red. Tony’s not usually a red kind of guy. Red means anger, outrage, and by the looks of him now, something has happened to cook up a regular bonfire of irritation.

As you watch, though, more colors join the fray. You can spot uneasy yellows and greens, an undercurrent of fear. What could possibly be going on to make Tony so unhappy? The situation is complicated, to be sure, but that’s nothing new around the Avengers. Take it from a S.H.I.E.L.D.- registered empath: no one ever feels just one thing at one time. There’s always a dozen different emotions swirling in between your heart and head. And right now, Tony’s got quite a few to chew on.

Unable to contain your curiosity, you get up from your seat and pad over to him. Tony almost flinches when he turns and sees you, but he rubs a tired hand over one eye and greets you like normal.

You arch a brow at this attempt at pretending everything is fine. After all this time, Tony should know that you’re not one to get fooled by a pretty lie like that. “What’s going on? You’re totally freaking out.”

“So glad to see you, Y/N,” Tony complains, “I look great? Thanks for telling me. You’re always so quick with the compliments.”

You give him a look. “I know how you’re feeling. What’s up with you?”

“It’s not me you should be questioning,” he sighs, “it’s the newcomer to our team.”

You frown. “I didn’t think we were getting someone new.”

“We weren’t supposed to, but Fury added another guy last minute. Apparently it was either that or have him rot down in a cell for all eternity, and we don’t want to risk pissing off his brother,” Tony clarifies.

“Who’s his brother?” You ask, curious.

“Thor,” Tony says, and then you understand at last.

“Loki is joining the team?” You can’t believe it. Loki attacked New York all of six months ago. Sure, Fury has always been one to maximize opportunity, but you can’t believe he’d let Loki into the ranks of the Avengers so quickly.

“That’s what I said,” Tony harrumphed, “but apparently it’s already done. He’ll be coming up later today to meet us all. You know, without trying to kill us this time.”

You chuckle under your breath. “I can’t wait to see how that goes. How long do you think we have until Steve breaks out a patriotic speech on our or his behalf?”

Tony snorts. “It’ll happen any minute now. Look, here Steve comes up the stairs now. It’s like he marches everywhere he goes. Unreal.”

True to Tony’s suspicions, Steve, upon learning of Loki’s arrival, does indeed treat all of you to a talk about looking past first impressions. If the red flickering around his eyes and fists says anything, though, it’s that he’s just as pleased about the whole affair as Tony.

You, for one, aren’t sure what to make of the whole thing. Something must have happened to make Fury trust Loki, and until you learn otherwise, that’s as good an endorsement as you’ll get around here. Before long, Thor is marching into the Avengers complex with a stranger in tow, and all of a sudden, you have eyes on your new teammate.

It’s strange, your first impression of Loki. Second, technically, but you’re not counting the Battle of New York. That was different, you were trying to kill each other. Now you’re supposed to count on him to save your life.

Tony shoots a quick glance your way, cocking one brow as if to ask, getting anything? The honest answer is no, not yet. Asgardians are always hard to read, you figured that out when you first met Thor. Everything about them is different, even down to how they feel certain emotions. Loki is no exception. At first, you think he feels nothing at all. Then, you realize he’s just very good at hiding it. His back is perfectly straight, spine stiff and unfeeling.

That is, until you look a little deeper and you start to see the threads of colors playing around his clothes, his hands, his blank stare. They’re green in color, green and gold like the stitching on his apparel. They’re not happy emotions, these, they’re–

They’re fear. Loki is afraid. Not that anyone here will kill him, not that sort of fear. He is certain that all of you will reject him, that this great god will have to watch humans laugh at him and just deal with it anyway.

You can understand feeling like that. When you were first recruited to the Avengers, you almost thought it was a joke. Surely an empath wouldn’t be useful in the heat of the battle. They had to convince you of that later, once you could start changing people’s emotions instead of just reading them. Still, you know what it’s like to doubt yourself, even when you’re sure that you are worth more than anyone can imagine.

So, you step forward first, and greet him with a smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say, “it’s good to see you.”

Loki arches a brow, and you don’t have to read minds to know that he’s thinking is it? as strongly as he can. This confusion only grows when you hold out a hand to him. For a moment, you think he’s going to reject you, but your smile stays insistent. He doesn’t have to like you at all, but goddamnit, you’re going to like him. He can deal with that on his own terms.

He must be able to pick up on this sort of stubbornness, and for some reason this is what wins him over at last. Loki extends his hand to shake yours, and just like that, the ice is broken. It’s as if a collectively held breath is released across the room.

That isn’t to say that the rest of the Avengers take to him so readily, nor that Loki is as willing to accept them as you. He tends to stick to himself, avoiding crowds unless he can’t avoid it. He begrudgingly tells you it’s because being around that many people either reminds him of Asgard or the battle or both.

He tells you a lot, actually. It doesn’t all happen at first. He may have shaken your hand, but he seems dead set on despising you. However, you’d made up your mind to win him over at that point, and you weren’t going to rest until you met your goal. It took a lot of slow, deliberate effort, but before long the conversations weren’t so one-sided and you swore he actually smiled when you entered the room.

Also, he stopped hiding his emotions as much. The first time you saw a hesitant wave of goldenrod brush across his shoulders, you thought you were hallucinating. It was there the next time you saw him, though, and the next, and the next, deepening to sunset orange and staying there. Happiness. He liked being near you.

Once trust was built, real friendship could follow suit. Turns out Loki was just as reluctant to join the Avengers as your lot was to welcome him in, but when Director Fury makes a decision, pretty much everyone has to follow suit. Thor had warned him against causing more trouble, so Loki was here to stay. He used to think that was a bad thing, but judging by the way his tone has softened as of late, he might not be so sure of that anymore.

Loki starts to tell you more, once he stops thinking of you as an outsider. He tells you about Thanos, about how he had twisted Loki’s mind so that he could only attack the city. You had suspected something was wrong with Loki during the Battle of New York– his eyes glowed a strange color, the emotions flickering around his chest were almost alien, so unusual even for a god– but hearing it is the confirmation you needed to be sure. Loki had not attacked you in his own mind. He had not tried to kill you, that was someone else forcing his hand.

That last part was especially crucial. The night he finally told you about Thanos’ control, Loki had not been able to leave until he was certain that you understood that it had not been him leading the attack on the Avengers and your home. At last, you convince him that it is alright, and only then can he rest easy.

The rest of the Avengers aren’t able to share in this peace, however. They don’t want to give Loki a chance, which, seeing as they’re not able to actually see his emotions, you can sort of understand, but at this point it’s growing tiresome. It’s been months now since Loki joined the team, and he has not lied to or betrayed or attempted to murder anyone. You want to yell at them to grow up, but you don’t feel like picking someone else’s fights.

Instead, you’d rather spend your time pondering another puzzle. Loki’s moods have shifted again towards you, but this time you cannot understand them at all. Something’s changed about the way he looks at you, how he speaks, and you have no clue what any of it means.

When you have trouble, though, there’s only one surefire solution: you need to talk to Natasha Romanoff. Nat’s been your best friend since you joined the Avengers, actually. She gets you. You get her. It’s a good time all around.

So, Natasha doesn’t look too surprised when you all but throw yourself into one of the chairs in her favorite space in the complex one sunny morning. The only question on her mind isn’t to ask what’s up with you but what Loki’s done now.

You grimace. “I don’t know, that’s the worst part. He’s acting weirdly.”

“Isn’t that normal for Loki?” Nat questions. “I mean, he is a disgruntled younger brother/frost giant/Norse god. I feel like weird for him is kind of expected.”

“No,” you argue, “This is different. Something’s changed.”

Natasha furrows her brow. “And you haven’t been able to pick up on anything?”

“Well,” you hesitate, “maybe there’s something. I have no idea what it is, though. It’s happy, I think, but it’s sad at times, too, and flickery, like even he can’t explain it. I don’t know how to describe it in the slightest.”

She nods decisively. “It’s love.”

You blink in surprise. “What? No, I just said I had no idea what this is. There’s no way you would be able to guess it so quickly.”

Nat shrugs. “Actually, your vague description was exactly why I know what this is. Only love makes no sense like that. Love makes you happy, but it breaks your heart, right? It confuses the hell out of you because that’s what it’s supposed to do. There’s nothing else that could make anyone feel like a mess of emotion but love.”

You sigh. “That still leaves the fact that it’s Loki, though. You actually think he’s in love with me? I’m a human. I mean, inhuman, technically, but same difference to him. Why would a literal Asgardian god ever look at me like that?”

Natasha’s gaze is knowing, but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t. You won him over faster than anyone was expecting. I think the biggest question isn’t what he’s feeling, but what you are.”

You brush her concern aside. “Well, of course I know how I feel. I’ve had this much time figuring out how other people’s emotions work, it’s like a user manual for what certain things feel like in your own head. I just can’t believe that he truly feels the same. Maybe he’s trying to trick me by pretending to feel a certain way, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Nat scoffs. “I thought you were the president of the ‘Stop Loki Hate’ fan club. What’s gotten you doubting him again?”

You shoot her a look. “I’m not doubting him, just myself. Also, there’s no such fan club. Fury banned us from attending Avengers-based clubs, remember?”

She nods mournfully. “All it took was one bad experience. Look, all of us showing up to the ‘Personally Victimized by Nick Fury’ meeting was funny. He was just being a bad sport.”

You smile fondly. “I remember. I’ve never seen that much red in my life. He was totally outraged.”

“Oh, I know. You didn’t need empathy powers to tell that much. At least we abstained from putting on the fake eye patches.” Nat muses.

You bite back a laugh. “Yeah, that might have been overkill. Anyway, back to the point. Are we sure about this?”

“We’re sure,” Natasha assures you, “I’m sure you’ll get in your own head about it later, though.”

“You can count on it,” you grin, and say your goodbyes.

Natasha is right as usual, as it turns out. Both about your feelings and the fact that you would second guess yourself. You were going to say something to Loki, but you talked yourself out of it later that night. It just feels wrong, that’s all. There’s no way a literal prince of the gods would fall in love when you’re just, well, you.

You do your best to push it out of your head, Nat’s knowing glances be damned. Life is too busy to contemplate men who won’t speak their minds. It feels like a new crisis hits New York every week. Speaking of which, you’ve actually got complaints about that. Namely, the fact that you haven’t been on a mission in quite some time despite your status as an Avenger.

You get frustrated once a couple of months have gone by without you seeing a fight. You pull Steve aside when you hear about something going wrong again. “I saw Fury’s memo about needing an extraction team for a situation over in Spain. Can I sign up?”

Steve shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we’ve already got enough guys on that team.”

You frown at him. “You can never have too many guys on an extraction team. It’s, like, Avengers lore that stuff always goes wrong on those. I can at least tag along as backup just in case. I’ll grab my gear and be off in like five minutes.”

Steve doesn’t seem willing to back down, though. “Look, I’m glad you’re passionate about the team, but we’re good, honestly. If you’re getting bored, just join the next mission, I’m sure one will come up sooner than later.”

You sigh. “That’s what everyone said last mission, and the one before that, too. I haven’t been out of the complex on official business in three months. I’m an Avenger, Steve, let me act like one.”

Steve puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Y/N, I meant what I said about being glad you want to help, but this is serious. I’m a supersoldier, that’s why I’m out there all the time. Nat’s been trained for this sort of stuff since she was a kid. It makes sense to send us, right? You know we value your gifts, but we can’t risk hurting you.”

Your stomach twists. “You mean, I’m really best when I’m looking at people’s heads, not actually in a fight.”

Steve doesn’t seem to realize he’s upset you, and he nods emphatically. “Exactly! You’ve got a great skill set, just not for right now. I bet we’ll find something soon, though.”

You flash him a thumbs up, already walking back down the hallway so he can’t see the way your face twists. “Can’t wait.”

You let your composure drop the second you’re around the corner. Is this really how they feel? You were useful in the Battle of New York, you know that, and the other agents say you’ve been improving with your abilities by leaps and bounds. You’re handy with a gun or knife, too, so you know you could survive a fight and be of use. You’ve done it before, why are they so keen on stopping you now?

It makes you feel, well, useless. It’s hard to stop the tears from pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly change course to head for your private quarters. You don’t want anyone to see you like this.

Of all the fantastic timing, though, the one person you want to run into least of all right now steps into the hallway just as you think that. Loki nods at you as usual, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head dismissively, trying to physically will yourself to look normal. “Nothing! I’m great. Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, though, and reaches out a careful hand towards you. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like everything is good.”

You let out a watery laugh, and that does it. “No, actually, things are terrible. Everyone on the team sees me as a joke.”

Loki frowns, clearly taken aback. “Well, that’s not true at all. I don’t see you as a joke in the slightest.”

“Everyone else, then,” you amend with a messy wave of your hand, “I’ve been trying to convince them to let me on a mission for months and they won’t do it. I know my gifts are damn near useless, but I just want to help.”

“That’s not true,” Loki repeats, “They’re a lot of good, actually, and you know that. You’re the best interrogator they have, even compared to Romanoff. You see through everyone’s lies in a heartbeat, even mine, and I’ve had plenty more time to practice them than most. You can sense a trap or ambush in half a second. They’re fools for not wanting you out there with them.”

You smile weakly at him. “You don’t have to say all of that. Thanks, though.”

“Of course I do,” Loki says blankly, “it’s true, and I need to.”

“Why?” You ask curiously.

Loki swallows hard, looks away, and then you see it again– that faint mist of pink, right over his heart. It’s just like Nat said, isn’t it? Just like that.

He forces his gaze back to you, and you’re shocked by the certainty in his eyes after all this time of ducking around your feelings. “It’s true because I love you, and I would not be able to stand it if you let the rest of them talk you into thinking otherwise. They’re toy soldiers, the lot of them, all the same. They couldn’t see real worth if it was standing right in front of them.”

You smile, and for once it’s not cracked or teary or anything, it’s real, as real as the pink ribbons tying the two of you together. “I love you too,” you say.

“Of course you do,” he replies, but he’s smiling too, and you think– no, you know– that everything is going to be alright.

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Graffitied A National Icon (Darcy Lewis x Steve Rogers Soulmate AU)

Authors’ Note: I haven’t written in a while and this fic is not betta’d. Hopefully you all enjoy it even though it’s just a little drabble I worked up between classes.

Soulmate AU: The very first words your Soulmate speaks to you are written permanently somewhere on your skin.

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Darcy was surrounded by super smart super talented people 24/7 but Darcy had a super power of her own. Darcy was super at doing things she wasn’t supposed to. In fourth grade she snuck into the teachers lounge just because she wanted to. At the age of 14 she snuck into the only dive bar in town and actually snagged a beer before the bartender noticed she most certainly did not belong. As a PoliSci major she made a point to break in to the secure science labs at Culver just to sit around and do her homework just so one day someone would catch her. She had gotten in to trouble her whole life by being in places she didn’t belong, and when asked why she always said “it’s fate”.

Written around Darcy’s left bicep in scratchy penmanship were the words “you’re not supposed to be in here”. Her soul mark, which she had had since birth, was a heavy influence on why Darcy Lewis was such a troublemaker. She had spent her whole life doing things she shouldn’t hoping to meet her soulmate. That’s what made her apply for Jane’s internship in New Mexico (the science credits were just a bonus). She knew fate had everything under control, but she was impatient and decided if she could help things along she totally would.

But ever since Darcy and Jane started working in the Tower she had gotten a hell of a lot of false positives. She tried to sneak into every secure floor in the tower and most certainly got caught every single time. Darcy wasn’t deterred though, the false positives sucked but she had found away around that. Now whenever she got caught she said the most outlandish random phrase that came to her mind so there would be no mistake in who her soulmate actually was. Did it add on to her trouble maker reputation? Absolutely. Was it worth hearing all the funny gossip about “Foster’s crazy intern”? Hell yeah. So while Jane was working on repairing the Rainbow Bridge of Love (“Darce stop calling it that!”) Darcy was getting into trouble and trying not to think too hard about how she was already 26 years old and had yet to meet her soulmate.

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Darcy should have known that Thor would crash land into their Lab on a Thursday (he pretends that’s not the case but it is hella suspicious how many times he’s come to town on Thursdays, she is pretty sure he knows what he’s doing). Jane of course was so excited to see her alien god of a soulmate that she didn’t even really notice that Thor’s entrance had caused all of her files to explode into a tornado of papers that Darcy was pretty sure she got a paper cut to the cheek from. And despite Darcy’s annoyance and having papers strewn all over the lab that she had so diligently organized, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched her best friend/boss cling to Thor like a barnacle on a boat. Her smile quickly faded into a frown as Jane started to literally climb Thor like a tree. The reunion was going from PG to X rated fast and Darcy did not want to see what was coming next.

“Jane if I organize all of the papers your destructive boyfriend just destroyed and finish your filing for tonight so that you can go have the rest of the day with your boyfriend can I have your access card?” Darcy was sure Jane hadn’t been fully listening, her mouth still attached to Thor’s face. But she handed over her lanyard with her security pass and started dragging Thor to the exit so Darcy counted it as win.

“Jarvis, you do have on record that Jane gave this to me of her own free will, right?” She asked looking up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Of course, Ms. Lewis.” The AI replied in a somewhat smug tone. Darcy figured that he would be more concerned as to why she would need someone else’s security badge but she was pretty sure Jarvis knew the real reason for all of her B&E’s and knew she didn’t mean any harm.

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Looking up at the clock Darcy did wish she hadn’t been such a good friend because it was already 10pm and she had a paper due by midnight that she had planned on getting done after she was scheduled to leave for the day. She chewed absentmindedly on the back of her pen wondering if her professor would give her an extension if she told him an alien had crash landed in her workplace, which was technically true! She could even type up some formal letter on Stark Industries letterhead, get Tony to sign it, make it real official like but somehow she didn’t think Professor Tight-Ass would go for that though (He already couldn’t stand her since SHEILD had pulled some strings to get her into his class halfway through the semester).

Darcy stretched and sighed, “Jarvis, you think you could ask Dum-E to finish organizing these papers for me? I’ll upload some of those funny robot videos you like to your server and I’ll tell you where Tony hid Dum-E’s fire extinguisher!” She said as she gave the nearest security camera her biggest pout face ever.

“Are you trying to bribe me Ms. Lewis?” The AI replied in a dry tone. Darcy swore that if he had a physical form he’d be smirking. Leave it to Stark to program a computer to be just as sassy as him.

“No JARVIS, I would never bribe you. I just like to keep you all happy, so when the robots rise up and become our overlords you will take kindly to me.” She smirked up at the ceiling.

“I will help you only if you agree to not warn your fellow humans about our plan for uprising.” Replied the AI in the most serious tone Darcy had ever heard him use.

“Oh 100% J-man, scouts honor” she said excitedly holding up three fingers and crossing her heart. She packed up her things hurriedly. She had 2 more hours until her paper was due and if she snuck upstairs to the Avengers lounge and stole some of Tony’s super coffee (“apparently Super Hero’s shouldn’t do speed so Tony had created his own legal — if not lethal — version) she could totally get it done with time to spare. And if that also accomplished her goal of being somewhere she shouldn’t then that was just a bonus (although hopefully if she got caught it wouldn’t be till after she finished her assignment).

She hustled out of the lab, making sure to lock up and headed to the elevator, pushing the floor for the Avengers lounge and swiping Jane’s card for clearance when prompted. When the doors opened Darcy stuck her head out peeking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. It was, so she sprinted to the coffee maker and quickly whipped up Tony’s insane form of caffeine. She poured the dark sludge into a travel mug and was headed back towards the lounge area with laptop in hand, planning to curl up on the couch and type away when she heard the Avengers only elevator on the other side of the room ding. Darcy froze, having no where to hide and she was hoping if she was really still that maybe she wouldn’t be noticed (hey it wasn’t such a bad idea, one of Thor’s alien friends had been able to do it!”) Of course she should’ve known that it wouldn’t work because there stood Captain America himself, with a frown on his beautifully chiseled face.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” He said sternly. It only took him two strides to make it over to her and grabbed her forearm to keep her from running.

“How did you get up here?” He asked using the most authoritative voice Darcy had ever heard.

If she hadn’t been so distracted about her paper being due and the fact that Captain America was drop dead gorgeous even if he was scary as hell Darcy would have noticed how her soul mark was starting to tingle, and not because of the man’s hold on her arm.

“I tricked my boss and bribed my robot overlord so I could steal Tony Starks’ coffee to finish my homework…” She blurted out, not even trying to stick to her normal routine of saying something crazy, she was just so intimidated that the word vomit just found its way out. Her arm was still in one piece so she figured that was a good sign and kept going, “…Thor crash landed in our lab and ruined all my paperwork so I had to stay and fix it but I have a paper due for a class due at midnight and I know my professor won’t give me an extension cause I am pretty sure he’s sexist — which really isn’t cool especially cause we totally need more women in stem — so then I thought about having Tony write me a “the alien ate my homework” letter but Professor Tight-ass wouldn’t buy it anyways so I thought if I could just snag some of Stark’s special coffee then I could actually get a 10 page paper accomplished in time. I know I could get it done, that coffee is like legal Speed—actually it may not be legal but he said it doesn’t show up on a drug test so that’s good enough for me…”. Darcy took a huge gulp of air and was ready to continue rambling until she noticed that the Captain was laughing at her.

He was still holding on to her arm but his other hand was clutching his chest and he was outright full on belly laughing at her. She would have been annoyed if he hadn’t been so damn cute doing it.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He said as he wiped tears from his eyes, “I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

Darcy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” And when he nodded sheepishly she hid her head in her hands mumbling “Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Steve had just gotten back from some recon and hadn’t even had time to change out of his tactical gear before his phone had alerted him to a breech to the Avengers’ common room. He rushed up to the level and tried not to be swayed by who he saw standing in the middle of the room. He had never seen her before, surely he would remember a beautiful dame like that. She looked like a deer in headlights, her blue eyes big a saucers as she stood there frozen. He immediately wanted to console her, to tell her that he wasn’t something to be scared of but he knew that Hydra was clever, that despite the stark industries badge around her neck identifying her as Dr. Foster, she was just the type of person people would assume wasn’t a threat and he was not going to make that mistake.

Steve grabbed her arm in a vice grip trying not to notice how fragile she felt beneath his fingers. “You’re not supposed to be in here” he said putting the full weight of Captain America behind his voice. He didn’t think the girls eyes could get any wider but they did and he swore he heard a whimper before she spoke. She spoke so fast that Steve almost hadn’t been able to understand her. Despite his super abilities the girl was talking so fast that it took him a minute to register exactly what she was saying and what it meant and when he did he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

When the girl finally stopped talking and looked at him confused Steve tried to gather himself. “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

“Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” The girl exclaimed and Steve was suddenly nervous. He wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected him, clearly being soulmates with Captain America was a lot to handle especially for a civilian and he wouldn’t blame her if she escaped as fast as she could. But he swallowed hard and nodded sheepishly, trying to hide the blush that he could feel rising up his neck. The girls next words were not something he had expected but Steve though that he should probably get used to expecting the unexpected when it came to his soulmate.

“Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Darcy was in shock, standing in front of her was Captain America who after all he had been through, had to live with her word vomit permanently inked on his skin. She peeked through her fingers, seeing if he was still standing there. He was, and he was smiling at her with a perplexed look on his face that was adorable as hell. She was royally screwed. She cleared her throat, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans she stuck out her hand “Darcy Lewis, Science Wrangler and Word Vomit Queen at your service.”

She tried not to wobble as the full force of the mans smile hit her, god how had she gotten this lucky? She had won the soulmate lottery.

“Steve Rogers’, Avenger and luckiest guy in the world to get to call a spit fire like you his soulmate.”

The blush that swept over Darcy’s face was so hot she though she might start to sweat. She never blushed, and now just one smooth line from the handsome man in front of her had her weak at the knees. Instead of letting go of Steve’s hand she held on firmly and tossed her laptop onto the couch as she drug him back towards the elevator In which she came.

“Well Stevie, looks like I owe you at least dinner for this whole debacle, have you ever had Thai food?” When he shook his head no she smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re gonna love it.”

He smiled at her as the doors to the elevator closed

“I think I love it already.”

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Imagine Life After the third snap (Part 13)

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-When you awoke, you were in your room at the cabin, the blanket was pulled over you, and a heavy weight laid next to you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you expected to see Sam, however instead you were met with the familiar sight of Pookie, and a mess of wild brown waves, her soft snores filling the room as you forced a smile, and placed a hand on her hair. Her small frame stirring at the touch as she whispered your name, “Yeah Morgan?”

“Is this a dream?”

“I’m afraid not, but you know what? We are gonna get through this because we have each other, and mommy, and Peter, and all of our superhero family.”

-She curled more into you, and soon she had fallen back to sleep, of course a few tears were shed, but as you watched her drift back into dream land you couldn’t help but smile, as you thanked Tony for giving you the support system you needed to mourn him.

-Once she was asleep you pulled yourself from bed, and stumbled downstairs to see Pepper sitting in the lab, a cold cup of tea on the table as she stared at the wall. Your shoulder leaned against the doorway as you whispered, “Can’t sleep?”

“As soon as I told her, the first thing she did was run to you, because she wanted to make sure her older sister was okay.” Pepper whispered, “My daughter just found out her hero isn’t coming home, and yet she…”

“Acted just like you would.” You smiled, “Tony told me how you always made sure he was okay before yourself.”

“What can I say… the man was a train wreck.”

“Yeah, but he was our train wreck.” You chuckled, “Oh my gosh, do you remember the time we were both sick, gosh I think Morgan was two, and we were so scared to give it to her we ended up isolating ourselves in my room, and Tony had to take care of her all by himself.”

“Meanwhile we watched all of Sex in the City in a week, and ate our weight in chicken soup just so that we would get better before he accidentally lost her.” Pepper chuckled

“Wasn’t that the time he also did accidentally lose her in the house?”

“No, that was when she was just learning to run, and while his back was turned she raced out into the yard.”

“Just as you and Happy were pulling into the driveway.” You smiled, “Gosh, where was I?”

“In the Mirror Dimension, making sure that Steve was okay.”

“Come to think of it, where is everyone?”

“Sam and Peter wanted to stay, however Steve and Rhodey thought it might be best that they all go stay in the motel five miles away, said that we should have our time together to properly absorb all of this.”

“He would.” You chuckled, “How’s Happy?”

“He’s sitting on the back porch, said he wanted some alone time.” Pepper replied as you sat on the floor, looking at her, “Hey Pep, did you ever keep track of how many times Tony accidentally bought you Strawberries?”

“Before he was the man in the suit, 138 times. After, never.” She smiled

-That’s how you two spent the rest of the night, just reminiscing on a time where Tony Stark was there to brighten your lives.

-Before going to bed you stated, “Oh I almost forgot, Tony wanted you to see this.”

“What is it?” She asked as you produced his helmet, “It’s the helmet he was wearing with the suit when he was in space. He said he recorded two messages there, one was from five years ago… and the other… Well,the other he told me to play at his funeral.”

-You both went to bed finally at 5am, you were rummaging through your pajamas, looking for a comfy pair. However you stopped when your hand brushed over a grey tshirt, the fabric was soft, and stretched. Pulling it out you looked at it, and held it close to your chest.

“Damn it.” You shouted from the living room, Tony emerged from the lab as he looked at you holding an infant Morgan in your arms.

“What?”

“She just spit up on my only clean shirt.” You groaned as he started to chuckle, and lifted his shirt over his head, “of course she would do that on laundry day.”

“Here kid.” He replied, tossing the fabric at you, before coming around the couch to take the content child. It was then that you noticed he was shirtless before you, and realize what he did, “Tony, you don’t have to…”

“[Y/N], I have a hundred of them, I think I can spare letting you have one, besides when I die, you are going to be able to make millions off of that shirt.”

You just chuckled and shook your head, “Knowing you, you’ll figure out how to live forever without selling your soul to Dormammu.”

“Still don’t know who that is, but he sounds cool.” He joked as you took the shirt to the bathroom to change.

-You slipped the gray fabric over your head, and put on a pair of sleep shorts, before curling up in your bed, and staring at the ceiling as the morning sun started to peek through your window.

-That morning when Morgan woke up, you and Happy had made a huge breakfast, which none of you really ate, the four of you pushed the food around your plates.

-When you were done with the little food you ate, you excused yourself to the lab, and sat at the table, “Pull up the inter dimensional time travel blueprints.”

“Right away Miss Strange.” Your voice responded back to you, as the blueprints lit up in front of you, your eyes scanning over all the scribbles Tony had made as you smiled, “I still can’t believe we pulled it off.”

-While you were there Steve showed up with Sam and Bucky. Pepper smiled in her black dress as the three entered, her smile thin as she whispered, “Steve, Sam, Bucky, looks like you three are the first here.”

“Ma’am.” Bucky replied as Sam and Steve each hugged her

“She is in the lab if you guys want to talk to her, fair warning though, she is still in her pajamas.” Pepper smiled, before heading towards Morgan’s room to make sure she was ready, both Steve and Bucky looked at Sam, before finally Steve spoke, “If you want I can…”

“No, I got it.” Sam replied, before heading towards you, all the words he wanted to say over the past 9 years came flooding to his mind as he started to open the door. However when he did they all left his mind, as he looked at your watering eyes scan over the holograms, your natural beauty overtaking him as his breath hitched. His heart rate accelerated as your eyes shifted down at him, and a smile turned up on your lips, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He whispered as he shut the door, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle as you stated, “Ghost mode.” Causing everything to disappear, leaving just you and him in the empty space.

“You look nice.” You smiled, gesturing towards the suit, as he looked down, and chuckled, “Oh this old thing, I bought it ages ago when I was trying to impress a girl by taking her to hear some fancy doctor speak.”

“Did it work?” You asked

“Yeah… it did.” He smiled as he noticed you wipe your face, and exhaled, “Sorry, it’s just…”

“Hey, I get it.” He whispered, “Trust me, even with a tear stained face you are still gorgeous.”

“Well thank you Mister Wilson, however as much as I appreciate the flattery, I really must go get ready.” You stood up and started to pass him, his silence deafening as you brushed against his arm, and went to open the door. Peering out you saw no one was around and turned to his back, “However you are more than welcome to join me, if you like.”

-He didn’t, but that’s because he knew you needed a moment to yourself, which you took while looking at the only black dress you had at the cabin. With a pained smile though you looked and saw the tulle fabric of a maroon dress, and smiled. Taking it out of the closet you held it against your torso, and observed the reflection in the mirror, as you whispered, “You would have hated that everyone was in black anyway. I mean you always hated funerals.”

-When Pepper saw you she smiled, and whispered to Rhodey, “He would have loved that she wore that.”

“Why? Cause it is the same color as 75% of his suit?”

“No, because she is celebrating Tony the way he always wanted, like it is a party.”

-Bucky took one look at you and let out a long whistle, “Damn, the sheep would be so jealous right now.”

“Please, they would probably be in shock that their owner actually owns more than just the Wakanda garb.” You replied as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side, his lips meeting your temple as you joked, “Can we get sheep?”

“We? You act like…”

“I mean now that you all are back, I assume you will be living at the upstate compound with us, once we rebuild.”

“[Y/N].... I don’t….” He started, but Clint cut in, “Now killer, you can’t be hogging my favorite wizard all to yourself.”

-When your father arrived he walked over swiftly to hug you, as you did however you whispered, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why wouldn’t you have told me, I would have said….”

“He wouldn’t have let you say goodbye, he would have told you he wasn’t going anywhere. He would have made a promise and refused to have broken it because it was a promise to you. Despite everyone in his life, Tony Stark has six true weaknesses, Peter, Happy, Rhodey, Morgan, Pepper, and you, and if he made a promise to stay alive to anyone of those people, it wouldn’t have worked.”

“I know.” You exhaled, “But it still hurts.”

-You walked away after saying that.

-Pepper asked you to sit on the couch with her, at first you started to say no, but she cut you off, “You were as much family to Tony as I was, you deserve to sit there with me.”

-When the funeral started, Morgan wanted to sit on your lap, which you allowed, your arm looping around her waist as the hologram began to project in the living room.

-Sam was standing a bit back from where you sat, Happy and Rhodey standing right behind you, along with Wanda, whose hand was resting on your shoulder as the hologram moved about the living room.

-“I love you 3000.” Tony’s hologram smiled as he stopped in front of Morgan, the glimmer of his eye shining as you looked into the eyes of your best friend, the tears trailing down your face as his image faded. Your free hand went to Pepper’s thigh as she looked towards Morgan, who was still confused about the whole ordeal.

-At the funeral, you stood back from Pepper and Morgan, who was clinging to you when you all walked to the lake. However when you stopped and let go of her hand, you whispered, “Go with momma, I’ll be right here.”

-Sam walked up behind you and placed his hand in yours, as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Bucky took the spot to your left, and placed a hand on your shoulder as well. You stood there for what felt like hours, watching the five minutes scene before you in slow motion. As you watched, Sam gave your hand a slight squeeze, and leaned his head down to kiss your temple. As he did, you closed your eyes, and exhaled, before whispering, “I love you.”

“I know.” He said into your temple, before lifting his head, and watching Pepper place the Arc Reactor into the lake.

-When she was done you turned to your left and saw Peter for the first time that afternoon with May, your hand slipped from Sam’s as you sped walked towards the young lad and engulfed his frame, his hands clawing into your back as you pulled him as tight as you could. The tears slipping from both of your eyes, as you both relished in the fact Peter was back, and mourned the man who brought you together.

-After about an hour of mingling with May, Bucky came up behind you, “Doll, I hate to pull you away, but Steve wants you to join us.”

“Course. I’m so sorry May, but I will be right back.”

-She was very understanding, mostly because she saw the look in Bucky’s eyes. She had seen it staring back at her when she lost Ben, heartbreak.

-When you saw Steve he was standing in the woods alone, his body was leaning against a tree near the platform that Bruce was tinkering with. “So it’s all set, you guys are putting everything back in the right timelines.”

“Yeah, everything is going back to the years they belong in.” He forced a smile towards the ground, but you knew Steve well enough to know when he is faking a smile, “Steven Grant Rogers, why are you looking at me like you are never coming back?”

“Nothing gets past her, I told you that.” Bucky smiled as his eyes met yours, and you saw it all in those crystal blue eyes.

“I just lost Tony, don’t ask me to lose you too.” You stated, your voice cracking as Bucky stepped forward and clapped his shoulder, “I’ll give you two a minute.”

-You stood in silence waiting for him to say anything, but nothing came out. After what felt like hours he finally whispered, “This isn’t my time [Y/N].”

“I know, but we are your family, Bucky, Sam, Me, and You. This is our…”

“And she is the love of my life, and now I have a chance to go back to her and live the life I always wanted.”

“I know.” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke, “And I know this is what you have always wanted, but do you blame me for wanting to act just a little selfish?”

“No.” He answered, before pulling you to his chest, and wrapped his arms around you hard, “I honestly expected a grander act from you.”

“I don’t have it in me today, because I am overwhelmed by the fact that one of my best friends finally is getting the chance to be happy.”

“Thank you.” He whispered before kissing your hair, “Sam doesn’t know yet, I would like to keep it…”

“I won’t tell him.” You whispered as fresh tears slipped into his suit

“Just promise me one thing, you will take care of those two. Don’t let them kill each other.”

“Understood. I’ll take care of them until the end of the line.” You answered, before hearing Bruce exclaim, “I got it!”

-While you all stood at the base, waiting for Steve to change, you took Sam’s hand and leaned against his arm. His head turning towards you as he whispered, “So what are you doing after this?”

“Probably eating cheeseburgers with Morgan, looking at photos with Pep, and making a dinner that will go untouched with Happy. How about you?”

“I’m just gonna try to cheer up my best girl.” He replied as you smiled, “You sound like Bucky.”

“He called you his best girl?” His eyebrow raised as he shot Bucky a death glare over your head at the super soldier, who threw his hands up in surrender.

“In his defense Shuri and I were his only girls, cause that would have been weird to call the sheep.” You replied, as you squeezed his hand, “Don’t worry, I was too hung up on my ex boyfriend to ever even think about falling in love with the White Wolf.”

“Sounds like he was quite a catch.”

“Who, my ex? Nah he was kinda an ass, obsessed with some stupid metal falcon.”

“That you built me.” He rebuttaled, his tone almost offended as Bucky groaned before walking several feet away, “God do you two always bicker like an old married couple.”

“What can we say, it just comes naturally.” You replied as Steve emerged, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours as your heart slightly broke at the sight. He first made his way over to Sam and you, “You’re a good man Sam, but please, don’t blow it this time.”

“Trust me, I don’t plan on it.” Sam grinned as you let go of his hand and walked over to Bucky, while Bruce explained the importance of returning the stones to the exact time they were taken.

“Deci asta este?” (So this is it?) You started.

“asta vrea Steve, este doar supărător că ne lasă pe toți în urmă.” (this is what Steve wants, it is just upsetting that he is leaving us all behind.)

“Am încercat să-l conving să renunțe la asta” (i tried talking him out of it)

“merită totuși asta și, în plus, cel puțin a lăsat Scutul în mâini capabile” (he deserves this though, and besides, at least he left the Shield in capable hands)

“You know Sam hates when you do that.” Steve interrupted as you both smiled at him

“We know, that’s partly why we do it.” Bucky answered as you replied, “da.” (yes)

Steve rolled his eyes at the both of you, “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky replied as he embraced Bucky first, and then came to you, “Till the end of the line?”

“Always.” You smiled weakly before he engulfed you in a hug, a tear slipped from your eyes, as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

-“How long?” Sam asked, as Bruce answered, “For him, as long as he needs, for us, five seconds.”

Your arm was linked with Bucky’s as you whispered, “Well it looks like you are stuck with me now.”

“No one else I would rather be stuck with.” He smiled as you added, “You do realize Sam and I are a package deal right? To be stuck with one, means you're stuck with the other.”

“Don’t remind me.” Bucky grumbled as the quantum platform zapped Steve away, and five seconds later, he didn’t return, causing Sam and Bruce to panic, as you and Bucky turned towards the lake, and saw a frail man sitting on the bench Tony had built for you to read on, “Sam.”

As Sam turned towards Bucky’s voice he noticed what you both were looking at, as he approached you whispered, “He wanted to talk to you first.”

“You knew?” He whispered as you looked at him, and smiled, “Dumbass, I know everything.”

-“I wanna talk to her.” Steve whispered to Sam, who was still standing in shock with the shield, “I know she is probably furious with me, but I need to talk to her.”

“I don’t think she could ever be mad at you, especially seeing how we once blew up the kitchen when trying to make her brownies.” Sam smiled as Steve chuckled.

“That’s true.”

-When Sam looked at you, you looked at Bucky, “Think it’s for me, or for you?”

“Definitely you.”

-When you got to Steve and sat beside him, Sam looked at you both, “Now don’t go trying to steal my girl.”

“Your girl, last I knew I was a single woman.” You snapped as you looked towards Steve, “He’s just jealous because he knows I have a thing for older men.”

-When Sam walked away, Steve placed a hand on yours, “I know you are probably…”

“No Steve, you were right, this was never your time, I mean I always knew if the opportunity arrived you would go back to her. I just didn’t think….” You let out a sigh after your voice cracked, “I just didn’t think I would be losing you three all in the same week.”

“I know, but you have so many good people to take our places, like Wanda, and Bucky, and we both know Sam is head over heels for you.”

“Well he better be ready to put in the work, cause getting in my pants is going to be a thousand times harder now.”

“I wanna show you something.” He smiled, pulling his wallet from his pocket, and handing you an aging photo. His hands were holding the body of a small girl, her smile bright as you look at her giggling face, “She’s gorgeous.”

“That’s my oldest, you would have loved her, she had the brightest blue eyes, and blonde curls. Her laugh was intoxicating, and you wouldn’t believe how much of her mother’s sass she had, made me glad that I picked the perfect name for her.”

“What was…”

“Natasha [Y/N] Rogers.” He smiled, “Named after two women who mean the world to me.”

-Your eyes were watering at that point, as he leaned over and bumped your arm with his, “I want you to keep that.”

“Steve…”

“You don’t need to say a word kid, I just need you to know, you will always be my favorite. If anyone can take care of those two while I am gone, it’s you.”

“Steve….” you choked out, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close as you hugged him back and whispered, “Until the end of the line.”

-About two weeks later Sharon called you, “Hey, I know you know about Great Uncle Steve.”

“Yeah.”

“I was just calling cause Fury had you listed as family in his file.”

“He passed away, didn’t he?” You answered.

“I’m so sorry Miss Strange.”

“Thank you so much for the call.” You replied, before hanging up, and turning over in the bed, curling into Sam’s bare chest as he wrapped you in a hug.

-When you and the boys returned to the house Morgan went running over to you, her arms extended as you lifted her up into your arms and smiled at her, “Morgan, have I ever introduced you to my friends?”

“No.” She smiled as she looked at Sam, your voice soft as you stated, “Well this is Bucky, and this is Sam.”

“Is he the Sam?” She asked in a voice she thought was quiet, and as you smiled you couldn’t help but notice Sam smile as well, “Yeah baby, he is Falcon. And he is the Sheep Farmer.”

“Think he will let me play with his gun?” She asked as Bucky blushed and replied, “Maybe when you’re older.”

-You saw Wanda sitting in the grass by the lake, her eyes casted out over the water, looking to Sam you slowly approached her, and plopped down next to her. Her head immediately leaning to the left to rest on your shoulder as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For your loss, I know how much Stark meant to you.”

“Wanda, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me, I mean Vision was…”

“Did you bury him?” She whispered as you took her hand

“No, I never got the chance, after the snap, SWORD came and took his body from me, and took him to their headquarters.”

“Where?”

-You gave her the address of the office, along with Hayward’s name, as soon as you were finished relaying the information she exhaled slowly, “It is quite beautiful here.”

-You never noticed Wanda leave

-You did however notice the absence of your father, and upon scanning the crowd for him you withdrew your phone and went back to the bench by the lake. He answered on the first ring, “Hello?”

“So you just left without saying goodbye?”

“I figured…. I mean…”

“Dad, am I pissed about this? Not really, listen you and I went to the same sanctuary, studied the same mystic practices and had the same instructors. I already know that we were taught to not alter time, or the destined paths. I also know that you are no idiot, and that you know that I will do anything to say Tony, and vice versa. If you had told me, I would have done it, I would have taken the glove, and the stones without a second thought. I would have made him promise me to survive for Morgan, I would have stopped him, just like he would do if I was the one destined to take up the task. I understand why… but it doesn’t change the fact that right now, I am grieving someone who made me feel safe, who never judged me, who went above and beyond to protect me. Someone who welcomed me into his home multiple times, and who never judged me for leaving a lifestyle very similar to his own. He protected me, he loved me, and ultimately he was the greatest friend I ever had.”

“Even better than Wilson?”

“Wilson doesn’t count in this category, because Wilson will always be my Christina.”

“Guess neither one of us has much luck in that department huh?”

“No we do not. Now, when I get back, I assume I will be inviting you to dinner, how does breakfast food sound?”

-When you returned to the group You found your way back to Bucky, his arm immediately going over your shoulder as he whispered, “You know he is still crazy about you?”

“I know, however, he isn't going to get back with me that easily.” You joked as Bucky smiled, “Liar.”

-That night you all ended up sitting at the lake with a bonfire, a sleeping Morgan had somehow found her way onto Sam’s lap, as you sat across from them at the fire with Peter and Pepper.

“She really seems to like Sam.” Pepper piped up as she glanced over to see Sam moving a piece of hair out of Morgan’s face.

“I know, honestly I am really glad she does, I don’t know what I would do if she didn’t.”

“You know, Tony always was hopeful that you two would get back together.” Pepper whispered, “He almost kicked Sam out of the tower when he found out what happened.”

“He should have.” You replied as Peter leaned his head onto your shoulder, a gesture not missed by Bucky, who was looking at Sam, “So think she will be staying?”

“I don’t know, I mean for the past five years she has been living with them, and even before that, she was living with Strange.” Sam sighed, “Besides I doubt she wants to come live with…”

“She still loves you, trust me.” Bucky sighed as Sam raised an eyebrow, “When she came to Wakanda what do you think we would talk about?”

“I don’t know, the sheep?” Sam joked as Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You should ask her if she will come, I doubt she would say no, I mean you all lived together before.”

“And then we broke up, I became an Avenger and she became a wizard.”

“I want to share with you something she shared with me.” Bucky spoke in a stern whisper, “We are more than what we are labeled.”

-When Pepper took Morgan to bed, you ended up meeting Sam’s eyes, and tilted your head towards the lake house, to which he chuckled, and rose, “Guard my seat.”

“Never.” Bucky replied as you rose and looked at Peter, “You can sleep in my room Kid.”

-While you walked to the lake, your hand causally slipped into his, when he looked at you you went to pull it away, “Sorry force of…”

“I don’t mind.” Sam whispered, gripping it to keep you from pulling away, “Honestly if you didn’t do it, I probably would have.”

-Once you were under the roof, you turned towards Sam, and leaned against the post, “Hey.”

“You brought me all the way down here just to say hey?” He asked as you smiled

“Yup.”

“Hey then.” Sam smiled as he stepped closer

“What are we doing?” You asked, his hands somehow ending up on your waist as you looked into his brown eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Sam, I lost you for five years, I am not doing that again.”

“If I remember correctly I tried to make up for the past two years before that, and you said and I quote ‘Samuel Thomas Wilson, you have had almost two fucking years to tell me whatever it is you are about to say, I think you can wait a little bit longer for us to beat this asshole to tell me whatever it is you want to say.’”

“You remembered?”

“It is all I heard every minute after the snap, I wanted so badly to tell you I loved you, that I was sorry, that if we lost, I needed you to know it was always you, whether it be as Bardot, or Strange. I still remember the first time I saw you after the roof, and remember the feeling of home you gave me, and how I was an idiot for going back up to my room after that. Or how when you broke us out of prison with Cap, how I should have asked you to come with Steve and I, and I didn’t cause I knew you would always pick Tony over me, and that’s fine, he’s your best friend.”

“And you’re the love of my life.” You whispered, “And I have never stopped loving you.”

“Steve told me I was an idiot for ignoring you.” Sam whispered, as you chuckled, “Funny he told me the same thing.”

-It all happened so quick, as soon as the words left your mouth he leaned forward and kissed you, sending a wave of heat through both of you as he did. When he finally pulled away you chuckled, causing him to raise his eyebrow, “Listen I would be lying if I didn’t say my ego is now hurt because of that, I know I am out of practice but it’s been…”

“No I was just thinking about how thrilled Tony would have been that someone was making out at his funeral.” You smiled

-That night Pepper invited the team to stay at the cabin, since it was already late. Sam had started out going to share a room with Bucky, but you looked at him, “I mean if you want to sleep with your new lover boy, feel free, but if you get bored with the White Wolf, there is room in my bed.”

-He immediately went into your room, and chuckled when he saw Peter fast asleep on the futon in your room.

-He woke up to Morgan crawling into your bed at 4am, her little hands and knees moving across him as she crawled over him to get to you. Her soft, little hand finding your arm as she shook you awake, your eyes slowly opening as she whispered, “I had a nightmare.”

“Well you’re in luck, cause you have not just me to protect you, but Falcon too.” You replied as she settled herself between you both, your arm draping over her small torso. As she did she looked at Sam and whispered, “Mr. Falcon, can you please tell me the story of how you met Uncle Cap?”

“What did [Y/N] tell you?”

“That he lapped you every morning because he was way faster than you,” He looked at you with a glare as you whispered, “I only told her the truth.”

-Sam was the last one to fall asleep, you and Morgan had passed out shortly into his story, but he was just captivated by the natural beauty of you and the small brunette child, and found himself lost in thoughts of what your own children would look like.

-When you awoke in the morning the bed was empty, both Morgan and Sam had disappeared. However you heard all the bustle downstairs, and after stretching your arms above your head, and letting out a mighty yawn you made your way down to the commotion. Scattered across the cabin were the members of your misfit family, missing a few of course, but your smile grew when you saw them all walking about in an attempt to organize breakfast.

-Sam walked over to you once he saw you, and leaned down, his lips meeting yours as he muttered a good morning. Bucky was the next to wander over and whispered, “Nope not hopelessly in love with him.”

“Shut it Bucky, before I kiss you to make him beat your ancient ass.” You joked as Bucky smiled.

-Peter was insistent on sitting next to you, and while you ate your fruit bowl he asked if you would be going back to the city, however it was Sam who leaned forward and answered, “I mean I was thinking about getting a quiet little apartment in Brooklyn, is that close enough to you though kid?”

“Plenty.” Peter smiled as you looked at him and chuckled, “You just assume I’m gonna move back in with you?”

“Well I mean I was gonna ask, but seeing how you are wearing my mother’s ring, I just assumed it went without asking.”

-You had completely forgotten that you were still wearing it, once you had put it on you hadn’t taken it off. Your blush growing as he whispered, “I mean if you want I can still ask if you….”

“No, I’ll pack my stuff.” You smiled as you popped a grape in your mouth.

-Morgan helped you pack up all your stuff, and when Sam was ready to leave you noticed the teary eyes of the youngest Stark. You couldn’t help but feel your own tears welling up as you knelt, Sam loading the suitcase into your trunk as you whispered, “Hey.”

“Don’t go.” She whispered, before launching forward and wrapping you in a hug, your heart breaking as you hugged her back.

“Listen baby, I have to, but I promise Sam and I are gonna get a nice, big apartment okay? And we are going to have a room specifically for you when you visit.”

“I can visit?”

“Of course you can, and so can Peter, and Mommy, and Happy. And you know I am a wizard right?”

“Yeah.”

“Meaning I can come visit here too, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Okay,” her voice was still soft as you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

-While you drove away, she was in Pepper’s arms, her head buried in her shoulder crying as you watched the house you loved grow fainter. Your hand in Sam’s as your eyes teared.

“I want a three bedroom.” You finally whispered.

“Of course Babe.”

“And I want Bucky to know he can stay over.”

“Is he gonna be a…”

“And Peter.”

“Anyone else?”

“Wanda.”

-You both ended up getting a four bedroom, that way you had a room to use as an office, and you started working from home.

-You took Bucky with you when you went to pick out furniture, and even let him pick out the mattress for the guest bedroom.

-Sarah and the boys came over to help you and Sam set up the apartment, along with congratulating her brother on getting the girl back. You couldn’t help but smile as he blushed, and whispered, “Yeah I was pretty stupid.”

“You were more than stupid.” Sarah joked as the boys ran past

“Hey be careful you two, if that breaks my father will never let me hear the end of it!” You called after AJ and Cass

“If they do it’s more than just your magical father they have to worry about.” Sarah replied as you smiled, “Goodness I have missed you.”

“Well I was only a phone call away, if someone wasn’t alway so busy, saving the world and shit, maybe we could have gotten together.”

-That night while you were saying goodbye to Sarah and the boys, she hugged you and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making my older brother the happiest he has ever been. It’s nice to see him genuinely smile again.”

-Once you were all moved in, Sarah and the boys would come up at least once a month, on a day where you and Sam weren’t working. The first time they came over, you opened a gage way for them, and once all through Sarah smiled, “I guess dating a wizard has its perks.”

-AJ and Cass were always asking you to show them your magic, and with a smile you would create the smallest orbs, and spin them in a halo, in your hands. Once and a while you would also try to create small fireworks, as the boys eyes lit up in wonder, “My friend Thor once told me of how his mother would do this for him and his brother.”

-The first few nights after the third encounter with Thanos were the hardest, all you would see in your dreams was the moment Tony took his last breath. You would wake up in a cold sweat, and gasping loudly as you jetted right up. Looking to your left you would see Sam gently breathing, assuming he was fast asleep

-He woke up when you accidentally hit him while tossing and turning, he would lay there silently, cause he didn’t want you to feel like a burden.

-You would sneak off into the kitchen, and would make yourself a cup of tea, thinking over all the little moments with Tony. However not even that could make you go back to sleep.

-Finally on the fourth night, as you went to get out of the bed after your nightmare, Sam grabbed your wrist, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Want to tell me what you have been dreaming about these past few days?”

“It’s nothing baby.”

“Really, cause it is enough to make you leave bed every night, and not come back.”

“How did you know…” You started, however he quickly replied, “You have a killer slap Strange.”

-That night you and him stayed up all night talking, some of it was about your dream, some about Tony, but finally Sam whispered, “You know when these happen, you can wake me up non violently and talk about it right?”

“You are always so busy though, and you deserve to sleep.”

“And you do to.” He brushed his fingers against your face and pushed back a small piece of hair.

“I love you.” You whispered

“I love you more.”

-You were unpacking your stuff from the Sanctuary when Hayward called you about Westveiw, to which you stated you would be there as soon as possible, you were unaware he wanted to make a murder mission out of it.

-when you opened the gateway you walked out behind Darcy’s chair, her eyes glued to the screen as you smiled, “You must be Darcy.”

“And you are Wanda’s best friend.”

“So want to tell me why you called me here? If it’s to find Thor I don’t…”

“How did you know that I knew Thor?” She asked as you knelt beside her, Wanda’s face lighting up the screen as you reached forward and allowed your fingertips to touch it, and then you saw him.

“She brought him back.” You whispered, as Darcy looked at you, “Excuse me, how did you know…”

“He talked about you and Jane several times.” You answered, “This is live right?”

“As far as I can tell, yes. That’s why we brought you in. You know Wanda as well as Pietro, if not…”

“I need to know how to get in there, if you want my help then get me into the show.”

“How can I…”

“You said an agent of SWORD got in there, if she can I can. Besides, if anything, she will be more responsive to me than a random agent.”

“Does Sam know…”

“Thor said you were more witty than question driven.” You replied, before opening a gateway, and walking to the border of Westview, Woo was beside you in seconds, “Ever seen anything like this before?”

“No.” You whispered, your head looking up, as you whispered, “Wanda Maximoff is a woman of many talents, and a very troubled past, the only thing she ever wanted was her family back after a missile manufactured by Stark Industries killed her parents. Ultron killed her brother, and she was forced to kill Vision. Stark tried to lock her away, and the world feared her, she wanted nothing more than to be accepted, to live a happy life with a family she adopted as her own. She’s not acting out of revenge, or to be a terror…” you paused, your eyes watering, “ She just wants her family back.”

-Sam decided that moment to call you, your hand wiping under your eye, “Hey babe.”

“Why do you sound like you are crying?”

“No, just looking over an old book.” You replied as you took a step back, your back to the hex as you casually strolled over towards the bunkers.

“I miss you.” Sam replied as you smiled, “It’s been less than an hour.”

“I know but…” You turned quickly however to see Wanda standing in the field, “I need to call you back.”

“Babe.” He started before you hung up and stepped towards her, Woo lifting his arm to stop you, but you pushed it aside, her eyes meeting yours, as you looked to her, “Wanda.”

“[Y/N], tell them to leave me alone.” Her hands glowed as you looked at her, “I have what I want and no one will ever take it from me again.”

“Wanda, let me in.” You answered as she tilted her head, “No.”

“Wanda…” you whispered, but you heard her in your head loud and clear, “We both have what we want, I can’t take him from you.”

-When she walked away, and the guns pointed towards Hayward, you stood your ground and watched her disappear into the Hex, your eyes watering as the Hex turned red behind her, before your knees gave way. Darcy raced towards you as you softly whispered, “I can’t help you.”

-With that you opened a gateway beneath you, and closed it, your knees hitting the couch that you and Sam bought as he turned away from the fridge, the OJ container in hand as he poured it into his mouth, swallowing quickly he replied, “You’re home… are you okay?”

You stood quickly and hurried over to him, his torso knocked back slightly with your embrace as you buried your head into his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but babe it’s legit been less than three hours.”

“I know,” you whispered, “But I missed you, I mean we have been together every moment for the last ten days.”

-He never questioned you about why you were crying, or where you had gone.

-Hayward called you again, “Why did you leave? You were given an assignment…”

“You have Vision still, his body is laying dismembered in your lab! Leave her alone Hayward, she isn’t hurting anyone.”

“She is controlling an entire town…”

“Yes, an entire town I own, she would never hurt anyone in that town. Now I am asking you nicely, leave Wanda and Vision be, and never call me again asking me to control someone who can take care of herself. Do I make myself clear?”

“We thank you for your services, I’ll never bother you or your family again.”

“I doubt that.” You replied, before hanging up the phone and letting out a deep sigh on the balcony of your apartment.

-When Sam started working again with the Air Force as Independent Contractor, you looked at him strangely, an eyebrow raised as he said, “I know, you probably think I am crazy, but look at it this way, now you and Bucky can have one on one time without your annoying lover interrupting your secret conversations.”

-When Redwing would get damaged on missions, he would always bring him to you and say, “I know I promised I said I would keep him out of harm's way, but they had pretty badass guns.”

“You are lucky I love you.” You would sigh before taking Redwing and opening a gateway to Happy’s New York apartment and used the mini lab he had for you there.

-Morgan was obsessed with Sam, sometimes after he put her to bed you would joke about it. He always swung an arm around you however and sighed, “What can I say baby, I am just that loveable.”

-Happy called you one evening while Bucky and Sam were over, both fighting over who got to use your color changing cup, as you rolled your eyes you answered, “Happy, thank god, someone has saved me from mediating this ridiculous fight.”

“Hey Sweetheart..”

“What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did something?”

“You only call me sweetheart when you do something you think I am not gonna like, like how you assumed that Chocolate is a good substitute for a strawberry shake.”

“I’m moving out of the cabin.” He exhaled, “I got an apartment in Hawaii.”

“You hate the beach?” You answered

“I know…. But I can’t keep looking at the places he used to be. At least not right now.”

“I understand. Honestly Hap, I feel the same way. I still find myself picking up my phone, just to call him.”

-That night you both discussed how you were coping without Tony. At the end of the call you walked out to look at the two full grown men who were still fighting over a cup, “Sam, we are going to Hawaii in a month.”

-That stopped the fight immediately

-Your father came over for dinner every night, at first Sam was kinda nervous, mostly because the first interaction they had had was when Sam questioned him for not telling you sooner that Tony was going to die.

-Your father eyeballed Sam as soon as he walked in, “So you are the man my daughter is settling for?”

“Oh don’t start Father, I already know you like him. Besides, I could have ended up with Thor.”

“That is very true.” He replied, as you opened the fridge and opened a small gateway above him, and dropped the bottle. Strange caught it.

“I will never be used to that.” Sam sighed as you chuckled, “You might like it though once you realize we never have to get on a plane again.”

-Wong came over a few times, and it always seemed to be on the days you would go to the cabin for the day, meaning he would get there when it was just Sam at home. He normally would just stare at Sam, his face serious as he occasionally engaged in Sam’s attempts at small talk. However as soon as you walked in, Wong would become a cheery version of himself, leaving Sam baffled.

“It’s just because I am his favorite Strange.” You smiled as he questioned you about it in bed one day, both of you sitting under the covers, against the headboard. Your nose buried in a book as Sam watched the basketball game.

“Well can his favorite Strange tell him that we are a package deal?”

“Nope. That’s you and Bucky now.” You smiled as he let out a groan.

-One night when your father and Wong came to dinner, Peter had the joy of being there. You and him both were moving about the kitchen cooking frozen pizzas, pizza rolls, pizza bagels, and a salad, while the other three men sat in the living room, in complete silence.

“So…..” Sam started, “Seen any good movies?”

“Ah yes, I have been trying to broaden Wong’s pop culture references since for the past five years all of our efforts were casted aside, and he started fighting in monster cage battles instead. So last night we actually watched I love Lucy.”

“Oh really, that’s actually one of Wanda’s favorites, she used to have me watch it with her after…”

“You broke my daughter’s heart?” Strange interrupted, as you called from the kitchen, “Heard that! Apologize!”

With a sigh Strange looked to Sam, and sarcastically stated, “I’m sorry.”

-At dinner Sam was chuckling at the variety of pizza options, and was brought back to the earlier conversation with Peter while shopping.

“Wow, she must be really worried about seeing her dad if she sent you to come pick me up.” Peter stated as Sam pushed the cart and put in a few groceries that you needed, like juice boxes, popcorn, chips, carrots, spinach, toilet paper, and whatever Peter wanted for dinner.

“I don’t think she is worried to see him, I think it’s more she is worried about how her father is going to treat me, since he doesn’t seem too fond of me.”

“I don’t think he is supposed to be, I mean you are dating his daughter, and he is used to her always being around.”

“I just wish he would like me man, just for her sake.”

“He does, I mean she always said her father had a strange way of showing his fondness.” Peter joked as he picked up Morgan’s favorite cereal, “For this weekend, since Pepper is dropping her off.”

“You know, sometimes I forget you are just a 16 year old kid.” Sam replied as Peter smiled, “What can I say, the superhero life matured me.”

-While you were all eating Sam looked at Strange, “By the way sir, I have been meaning to ask, what is it like being part of the big three?”

“The what?”

“The big three, you know Aliens, Androids and Wizards?”

“I’m not any of those?” Strange answered, while Wong shook his head in agreement, as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and stated, “Babe, why do you think we’re wizards?”

“Because you do magic.”

“Yes, we practice the mystic arts, we don’t play with sticks.” Wong stated as he leaned back in his chair, Pizza rolls forgotten as Sam looked at him, “But you are wizards.”

“Wizards wear hats and silly robes, we wear neither.” You replied as Sam looked at you all and muttered, “Your dad is wearing one right now.”

“This is not a robe, this is a cloak, they are quite different. Now apologize to the Cloak of Levitation, you have insulted him.” Your father barked as Sam muttered an apology and dropped the whole topic.

-Peter just sat there the whole time, wanting to expand on the alien part of the conversation

-“Are you sure you want to marry him?” Your father asked you while he was hugging you goodbye, “I mean he believes we are wizards.”

“Yes dad, I want to marry him. Even if he thinks we’re wizards.” You sighed with a smile

-Bucky was over almost everyday, and normally would end up crashing in the spare room. However if someone else was over, he slept on the couch.

-You took Bucky to every therapy session, however he was outraged when they told him you couldn’t be his therapist due to your personal connection, which you later explained to him what that meant.

-When Bucky would have a nightmare while he was at your house (Which was basically every time), you would just sense that something was wrong, and roll out of the bed to check on him. He jokingly called it your al șaselea simț or your sixth sense. You called it being a light sleeper.

-Sam never gets used to waking up alone on the few nights you fall asleep with Bucky after he has a nightmare.

-Bucky will never tell you that when you sleep with him, he feels safe, and doesn’t have nightmares the rest of the night…. But that’s just because he trusts you.

-You were trying to help him make amends with everyone on his list, but one day he looked at you and said, “I appreciate the help, but I think this is something I have to do alone.”

-You were also the person who he trusted to cut his hair, after you finished you took a step back and admired your work as he looked at himself in the mirror, “You like it?”

“I love it.” He whispered as you ruffled his hair in your fingers, “Not gonna lie, I’m going to miss braiding it while you are asleep.”

-You were the only one allowed to call him Buck

- Occasionally Sam would try, however he was always met with both you and him staring at him. Bucky would then look at him and say, “Don’t call me that.”

“But my fiancé…”

“Her and Steve are the only ones allowed.” He replied as you turned back to the lasagna noodles on the stove, Sam staring at Bucky baffled.

-No one touched Morgan’s room, except for her.

-Pepper and you would take turns dropping off and picking up Morgan on the weekends, and you would take her to all the different museums, or to Central Park.

-On the days you and her would go to Queens, Peter would normally meet up with you for lunch, and hang out with you.

-Bucky was also nervous around Morgan, but that was because he knew Tony wouldn’t be a fan.

“Tony nu este aici [Tony’s not here].” You whispered one day that you knew he was thinking it. Morgan had asked him to join the tea party, and raced with Sam to her room to collect the Princess accessories, leaving Bucky to nervously try to excuse himself, “Ce? [What?]”

“Tony nu este aici pentru a-ți spune că trebuie să pleci. Ești prietenul meu și știu ce fel de persoană ești și nu trebuie să pleci doar pentru că Tony Stark te-ar putea vedea doar ca soldatul de iarnă. Acum du-te să îmbraci tiara și du-te să bei puțină apă murdară dintr-o ceașcă de plastic. [Tony is not here to tell you that you need to leave. You are my friend and I know what kind of person you are, and you do not need to leave just because Tony Stark only could see you as the Winter Soldier. Now go put on the tiara, and go drink some dirt water out of a plastic cup.]” You instructed, as you pointed towards Morgan’s room, “Voi fi acolo într-o secundă cu oreos. [I’ll be there in a second with the Oreos.]”

-Sam hated it when you two would start speaking Romanian to each other, it didn’t help though that sometimes you guys would randomly throw his name into the conversations as a joke to make him think you were talking about him.

-Sam once asked Strange if he could teach him the art of the Gateway, he laughed.

-You would try to drive up to the cabin as often as possible, not only to see Morgan, but also to provide Pepper with some sanity.

-A lot of the time you and her would sit on the deck and overlook the lake, as the breeze lightly raced along your face. The crickets softly sang around you as you both sipped tea. However it was on one of these particular nights that she looked at you and whispered, “You know you really don’t have to do this?”

“Do what?”

“Come as often as you do, I think I can watch…”

“This isn’t about me thinking you are a bad mother, this is to make sure that the woman my best friend was in love with is okay. As much as you might not believe me, Tony talked about you constantly, and I know how much you adored him. I told him I would always look out for Morgan… but we both knew I was also always going to look out for you too, just like he looked out for Sam.”

“Is that what he meant when he would tell me he was running the RedWing Program?”

“Yeah, just like how I am currently on Mission Potts.”

-When you would stay at the cabin you always slept in your old room, which looked exactly the same as always.

-Morgan would always want to go home with you when you would pack up to leave, sometimes you would take her, other times you would tell her that Bucky was in need of silence, and that Sam would come pick her up the following weekend.

-One night when Bucky was sitting on your couch watching the news you proposed, “Break your lease on that broom closet you are renting 5 blocks over.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re moving into the guest room.”

“What!” Sam screamed from the bathroom as Bucky chuckled, “Doll I…”

“Tell me Bucky, in the past 4 months how many times have you stayed there?”

“4.” Bucky answered before sighing, “I’ll talk to the landlord in the morning.”

-Whenever Peter spent the night you guys would always end up watching at least three movies in a row. Sam would pop the popcorn, while Peter poured soda, and you filled Miscellaneous bowls with candy, chips, and cookies. Meanwhile Bucky was moving all the furniture around in the living room to make room for the giant blow up mattress you and Peter would lay on to watch the movies, leaving Sam and Bucky to share the couch.

-The first movie night you ever had Bucky looked at Sam, “How does it feel knowing you have to share your fiancé with a 16 year old?”

“The same way it feels having to share her with a 101 year old fossil.” He replied as Bucky sighed, “106.”

-Some nights you and Peter would fall asleep while watching the movies, leaving the other two to carry you to bed. Bucky would groan as he carried the weightless teenager, “Why do I always have to carry insect boy?”

“First off spiders are arachnids, not insects. And secondly, because I don’t need you carrying my fiancé to bed.”

“God, maybe you two really are meant to be.” He would sigh before Sam and him exchanged quick good nights.

-The night before Peter went on the Europe field trip he went over to your apartment for a farewell movie night. Upon arriving he found that it was just you in the apartment, with all of the Alien movies, and a large variety of chips, and pizzas.

“Where is everyone else?” He asked as you let out a small chuckle, “Sam and Bucky went to the bar, he said something along the lines of he was giving the kid and I the space we needed to say goodbye. Also he said something about not wanting to see me cry.”

“He does realize I am coming back, right?” Peter asked as you smiled

-While you both watched the first movie, Peter looked at you, and smiled, “So I think I want to ask MJ out.”

“Really?” You asked, just proud that he was finally ready to make the first move

-After that all the movies were forgotten and you spent the rest of the time planning how Peter was going to woo MJ.

-When Sam and Bucky returned, the apartment was dark, and silent. This was not the state either was expecting, which caused them both to go on high alert. While sweeping the apartment however, Bucky found you, your body under the covers. He lowered the small pistol he carried and signaled for Sam to come towards your room. As he left the doorway of the empty guest room, and joined Bucky he whispered, “They must have ended movie night early.”

“Well, the kid isn’t in the guest room, so it’s all yours.” Sam smiled as he pushed past Bucky and shut the door in his face. Shrugging off his clothes he climbed into bed with you, as you slightly groaned, “Hey.”

“Hey sleeping beauty.” Sam smiled as you flung your arm over his torso, your head lazily finding his chest as you hummed, “How was the bar?”

“I swear, he hates me.”

“He does not, he is just…” you started before sighing, “He is just Bucky.”

“Well when you aren’t around, he is just silently glaring at me as though I am a plague.”

“Well you must remember, you did break his best friend’s heart.”

“And now I am fixing it, so he can stop being a judgmental asshole.”

“Language.” You yawned

-The next morning Sam was greeted by the smell of coffee brewing and pancakes cooking, while the bacon was baking in the oven. A smile on his face as he saw you twitch your hand, causing an egg to break into a bowl, while a whisk stirred it up, “I will never get over that.” He stated as you turned your head and smiled, “And I will never get over the fact that people really think the government faked Steve’s death and we flew him to a secret moon base.”

-One night, you and Sam were curled up together on the couch, Bucky had already called to say he wasn’t coming over, Peter and Morgan had homework, and your father was busy with Wong, leaving it to be just the two of you for the first time in a very long time. His hand was lazily draped over your shoulder, as the soft glow of Nova illuminated your face, your eyes barely open, as he traced his finger slowly up your arm to your shoulder, “I forgot what this was like?”

“Quiet?”

“No, living a normal life, life before Steve Rogers came into our lives and mixed it all up with the superhero life.”

“Then we should cherish to….” you started but your words were cut short by a knock on the door, both of you looking towards it confused, “We didn’t order the pizza yet, did we?”

“No.” Sam answered as you stood up and advanced towards the door, a orb of blue sitting in your hand delicately as you looked through the peephole, yet it vanished as soon as it appeared, the door opening quickly as you tackled the person behind it, “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Wanda whispered, “but I need your help.”

-That night you taught Wanda all about astral projection, and gave her several books you had been saving on the topic of witchcraft and the Scarlet Witch. As you were telling her about one of them however she cut you off with her calm tone, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“About?”

“The Scarlet Witch? I mean you must have if you acquired all these books just for me?”

“I had my suspicions.” You started, “I just always hoped I was wrong.”

“Is that why you fought on Tony’s side, to have me…”

“Never.” You stated, “And I never want you to think that. I fought on Tony’s side because I knew you couldn’t stop every problem that came up in the world, the Avengers were just a small unit of people expected to do too much. With the regulations in place the load of expectations would have significantly decreased, and we could have had AI handling the rest. But when it came to the treatment of Wanda Maxinoff, my best friend, I was adamant that I wanted you left alone, I wanted you trained properly, and allowed to live the life you chose. I was working with Tony to build you a safe house, where you could study and master your powers, all while living with Vision and enjoying a semi normal life.”

“What about now?”

“I still want that.” You replied, before opening a drawer and handing her a small map, “Here, it isn’t much, but I figured you guys would like the openness.”

-It was a map showing the location of the safe house you had demanded be built for her.

-The whole time Sam sat on the couch, tapping the back of it with his fingers. At one point he whispered, “So much for a normal night.”

-That night when you went to bed, you curled up next to him and whispered, “I promise next week I will tell everyone we are busy, and we can just lock the door, turn off the lights and pretend we aren’t home.”

“We don’t need that.” Sam whispered as he pulled you closer into his side, “It just comes with the job.”

-Sometimes, when Sam would come back from missions, you would kick everyone out of the apartment, except for Bucky, who was under strict orders to stay in the guest room. You two would just curl up on the couch in silence, and try to recreate that old sense of normalcy.

-Peter texted you every day he was in Europe, and called you as often as he could.

-Tony programmed Edith to have your voice, so when Peter activated her, he heard you say, “Stand by for retinal and biometric scan.” And once his whole face had been scanned, your voice said, “Retinal and biometric scan accepted.”

“[Y/N]?”

“No, Peter. I am E.D.I.T.H., Tony Stark's augmented-reality security and defense system.”

“So he designed you for me, and used his best friend’s voice to speak to me?”

“No, but you have access to all of Tony's protocols. As for my voice, Tony had her record everything before the birth of Morgan. He claimed a female voice would be more soothing.” Edith stated

-One day you looked at Sam, “I’m going to my father’s tonight.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I figured you would want to…”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

“I mean we have spent every night together since…”

“Babe.” You whispered, stepping forward as you placed a hand on either cheek, “I love you, and I am not leaving you again. I promise I will be back sooner than you can fly a EW from here to Russia.”

“That’s pretty fast, even for a wizard.” He smiled as you leaned forward slightly and met his lips, “That’s how you know I will be back soon.”

-That night you and your father sat in the study and sipped tea while looking over a stack of literature Wong had brought you both, however it was interrupted by Bucky calling you, “Where are you?”

“Hogwarts, where are you?”

“At your house with your miserable boyfriend.”

“Well you know where your room is, and the fridge. So…”

“Are you coming home?”

“Bucky, I am staying here tonight, so I need you and Sam to get along, for 12 hours without my help. Do you think you can do that for me?”

-He sighed loudly, as you heard Sam call, “Told you she wasn’t coming home.”

“Please Buck.” You whispered, “I will buy you a new gun if you do.”

“Fine, but only because it is for you.” He groaned as you smiled, “Thank you Buck, now I will be home tomorrow, and we can go to the gun store after that.”

-When you hung up your father looked at you, “So your plan is working?”

“Not at all, but Operation Get those two to be civil has officially begun.” You smiled as you turned the page of your book.

-The next afternoon you drove to the gun store and bought Bucky a Case Hardened Desert Eagle.

-After that once a week you would leave the two unattended in hopes that they would start getting along. Meanwhile you would go sit with your father, or occasionally you would drive up to the cabin to see Pepper and Morgan.

-On one of the night you were forcing Bucky and Sam to interact, Strange asked you, “Do you think Wanda knows?”

“Knows what?”

“Who she is stronger than? I mean from what you said it is quite clear that Agatha told her she is stronger than the Sorceress Supreme. I just wonder…”

“Stop.” You replied, “I already know where you are going with this, and I am telling you I am not it. Now, can we just drop it?”

-“Well, you know, those poor techs can't keep up with a billion returning IP addresses - and your sick-ass Stark-level tech.” Torres replied as Sam chuckled in response, examining the damage done to Redwing by the LAF

-“It’s not even the fact that it’s Stark level tech, it’s Stark level tech designed by the brightest most beautiful woman I know, who just so happened to train under Tony Stark himself.”

“Better not tell your fiancé that.” Torres joked as Sam smiled, “It is my fiancé.”

“Wait a minute, the [Y/N] Strange is your fiancé?” Torres asked as Sam beamed, “The one and only.”

-Sam told you all about the LAF and the Flag Smashers, which triggered you to start researching more about them.

-One evening you opened the door to the apartment expecting the space to be filled with noise from all of your boys, a smile already on your face at the thought of Sam and Bucky bickering, and Peter scribbling on paper. However you were met by silence. As you turned you saw the soft glow of the television screen, the XBox Home Screen covered the screen as you smiled, “Looking to lose?”

“Don’t be mad.” He whispered, as you shrugged your coat off, and looked towards the back of his head confused, “why would I be mad? Unless you are cheating on me…”

“I am giving the Smithsonian the shield.” He whispered, as your body froze.

“You what?”

“I’m giving the shield to…”

“I heard that.” You answered, “Why?”

“I…”

“Sam, you know that I will support any decision you make, within reason, but this….” you exhaled, “Steve trusted you.”

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WOWZA THIS IS A DOOZY

I’ve written longer fics but this one’s pretty long too! 7623 words long.

Anyway, ENJOY!

“Why do you hate me?”

Y/N looked up and blinked in surprise, the paper she was sketching on momentarily forgotten.

“What?” Y/N managed to say cooly.

“You hate me. And don’t deny it,” Loki said quickly when he saw Y/N open her mouth to refute Loki’s statement. “You speak to me in clipped tones and you have never, not once, looked at me with anything but contempt in your eyes. What have I done to deserve your ire?”

Y/N pursed her lips before she slowly closed her sketchbook, her pencil stuck between the pages. She gathered all her strength as she stood up, raveling her breath like spun thread before she met Loki’s deep penetrating gaze.

There was fire in her eyes, a searing well of hate so deep that it took him aback. Loki could have drowned in her hate as easily as it could have burned him.

“2012,” Y/N said evenly without so much as a hint of heat in her tone. “74 people were killed in the Battle of New York. In the grand scheme of things, 74 lives lost are pretty good odds considering that millions of people lived in New York. We were told to be grateful to the Avengers for saving our lives. It’s hard to be grateful when everyone I loved died that day.”

And before Loki could react, Y/N had walked away.

It seemed, her ire was well deserved.

“So you hate them as well?”

“What?” Y/N asked, no longer bothering to hide the irritation in her voice. Her brow furrowed in annoyance, her lips slightly parted as air whooshed in and out in controlled even breaths. Her sketchbook was once again momentarily forgotten with Loki breaking through her once peaceful reverie.

“You said, ‘We were told to be grateful to the Avengers for saving our lives. It’s hard to be grateful when my whole family died that day.’ Those were your exact words.” Loki said, pulling up the chair across from Y/N despite her deep scowl telling him not to. “Your words imply that you hate the Avengers and, by extension, my brother. If there is anyone to be blamed for your family’s demise, it should be them. Their inadequacy caused the death of 74 people. And yet, here you are, a part of the very institution you despise.”

Y/N was such in a deep state of shock that for a moment, she forgot to be angry. Was he really blaming the Avengers for her family’s death? Then the rage began to settle in her. Her blood became hot, her skin suddenly feeling the hard bristles of anger poke within her as if her emotions were fighting for release. “What? You think I would blame the Avengers for what happened to my family?” She released a harsh bark of laughter, one that had Loki’s hair rising on end.

“I would have assumed—“

“You assumed wrong,” Y/N said viciously, any sign of mirth in her face replaced with cruelty. The fire in her veins was singing now, a savage song of nails and broken glass that had Y/N’s breath hitching in her throat.

She could throttle him, she thought. She could actually wrap her fingers around the god of mischief’s neck and squeeze as hard as she could and no one would be the wiser. The compound was currently empty with the rest of the team off on a mission, leaving only Y/N and Loki alone in their base of operations. Y/N had thought that with the compound being as large as it is, it would be more than easy to avoid Loki but it seemed, the god of mischief was eager to seek her out. If she killed him now and buried his body in the woods, no one else would know. She could kill him and she would do it with alacrity, she thought to herself.

Judging by Loki’s earnest face, he seemed oblivious to Y/N’s murderous thoughts. Maybe he just didn’t care.

Y/N took a deep shuddering breath. Even though Loki deeply unsettled her, he was still Thor’s brother. Thor likely wouldn’t appreciate it if Y/N went and offed his brother. In a fair and even fight, Loki would likely be able to fend Y/N off all by himself but Y/N rarely fought fair. She was a survivor and if there is one thing every survivor knew it was the futility of trying to fight fair. Life was never fair and a person should never limit their options by trying to be honorable. You fight with everything that you’ve got with anything you can reach and with whatever thing you can do, consequences be damned.

She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She packed her stuff as she spoke in the hopes that maybe keeping her hands busy would mean that she would be unable to kill Loki.

“The only person to blame for New York is you,” Y/N huffed as she slammed her sketchbook shut. She gave Loki a steely glare. “The Avengers were the good guys. You weren’t. If there is anyone to blame for what happened to my loved ones, it would be you.”

And she walked away one again before Loki could say anything.

The chair across from her scraping against the floor had Y/N’s eyes rolling so hard, she was sure she saw her brain inside her head. Only one person would bother her while she was trying to finish her sketching.

“Loki, I would like to be left alone, please.” She said the words coldly, her voice unflinchingly hard. She kept her gaze steady on her pencil as it moved around the page, the shavings darkening her fingers as she used it to shadow and shade her drawing.

She really didn’t want to deal with Loki right now. Any time Loki came to speak to her, her memories attacked her, consuming her very thoughts until all she could think about until the wee hours of the night was her family. Reliving those memories were a special kind of torture Y/N wouldn’t wish on anyone, not even Loki.

But Loki didn’t leave her alone. Instead, he sat in the chair across from her, silent.

Y/N didn’t so much as acknowledge him. She couldn’t make him leave, that much was true, but she could ignore him.

“I wasn’t myself.”

Y/N’s pencil stopped on the page, her eyes still wholly focused on her drawing but her ears trained on the god before her. She waited for a breath and then another, her mind counting the seconds before Loki decided to speak again.

“I wasn’t myself when I attacked New York.”

Y/N glance up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Loki’s face seemed impassive, his mouth set in a tight line, his eyebrows without any creases. But his eyes, so impossibly blue, swam with an emotion Y/N couldn’t describe. There was sadness there, yes, and perhaps there was even a little bit of regret but most of all, there was anguish.

Yes, that had to be it. Anguish. Anguish so deep and haunting, it was like seeing a tortured ghost in a haunted house. It would have been frightening had it not been so sad. She’d only seen that look on someone’s eyes on one person before and it was every time she looked at herself in the mirror.

He wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were downcast and faraway, his mind in the thrall of whatever unpleasant memory made him look so haunted.

“I do not know if you are aware of the history I have with my brother but I can guarantee, it had not been easy.” Loki said, his voice even, betraying none of the sorrow in his eyes. “When we fought for control over Asgard, I fell off the rainbow bridge and found myself in Thanos’ presence. He…” Loki hesitated, his eyebrows creasing. He cast a glance towards Y/N and when he saw that she was listening intently, he continued. “I was tortured. The knowledge of how long I was tortured was kept from me. A hundred years could have passed and I would never know. All I knew from my time with him and his brood was excruciating pain. There isn’t a day that goes by when I do not regret my actions in New York but they were the actions of a scared and broken man. It does not excuse me, I know but I am sorry, for whatever my apology is worth.”

Y/N often imagines what grief would look like if she decided to draw it. She could easily draw happiness, it was sunshine and flowers in bloom, the thawing of ice as spring began to awaken. She could draw anger, all broken glasses and smashed windows and fire consuming everything it touched. She could imagine envy, silken green sheets that wrapped around a person’s throat, stealing the breath out of a person’s lungs. She could even draw sadness, the image of a sputtering flame, smothered by a torrential rain. But she could never imagine grief. It was hard to imagine something abstract to compare it to when she saw grief in her face every day.

Right now, if she tried to draw it, all she would see was Loki’s face. His face turning soft, almost disheartened, a singular tear falling from his eye, as solitary as he most likely felt.

It was the first time Y/N saw him without any hint of his usual bravado and somehow, that thawed something in herself.

Her own eyebrows furrowed, a frown dashing the once impassive expression on her face. She gently closed her sketchbook before her hands reached across the table and clasped Loki’s hand around her own. He looked at their clasped hands, his skin pale against the darkness of the pencil shavings in her hands and Y/N could almost note the exact moment when hope crept in his face like a trickle of water.

“I forgive you,” Y/N said softly.

And before Loki could say anything, Y/N was already on her feet, rushing towards her room in an effort to hide her fast beating heart and the rock that lodged itself in her throat.

Forgiveness was no easy thing, of that Y/N was certain. It left her breathless, the memory of the event, sitting in the kitchen table, Loki’s mournful eyes, replaying itself in her mind like a movie.

She has forgiven him. She was sure of that.

But the anger that had become a leech in her life suddenly didn’t know where to go.

It felt like a beast trapped under her skin, a slithering monster constricting around her heart, fangs pierced through it and continuously pumping out copious amounts of venom, filling her with wrath.

It was funny how her powers manifested itself as fire, flames consuming everything around it. Her rage felt like that. Fire consuming anything good she could ever feel, would ever feel, in her life.

With a scream of rage, her arms swung, the fire that erupted in her fingertips flying through the air in a graceful arc that hit the target square in the chest in an explosion of sparks and flame. It consumed the target, its heat licking at the plastic of the dummy until it became a melted mess on the floor.

“Someone’s angry.”

Y/N spun, her anger momentarily forgotten as she stared at Loki, who’d been watching her from the entrance of training room.

“I must admit, it’s nice to see your anger directed at something other than me.”

Y/N turned her back to him, another crackle of flame erupting from her fingertips as she hit another plastic dummy with a blast of fire.

“Silence,” Loki noted as if Y/N’a silence was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Loki’s voice was starting to become grating. She wanted to be alone, as she always wanted to be when she was training.

Unfortunately, Loki didn’t get the memo.

“I thought you’d forgiven me.”

Another dummy went up in flames.

“I have,” Y/N said, her tone clipped and devoid of emotions.

“And yet, you are upset?” Loki’s words ended in such a way as if he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer to his own question.

“Not with you.”

It was the most Y/N could say before she sent another dummy into its burning grave.

“Then with who?”

Y/N sighed. She wasn’t sure why she was so angry and in truth, she wasn’t really angry at anyone. She just needed an outlet to release all of her negative emotions and she’d rather kill plastic dummies than hurt any of her friends in a sparring session.

Y/N turned to Loki, ending her session for the day. Hurting defenseless dummies wasn’t doing anything for her rage anyway. “I just have a lot of negative emotions and I needed an outlet. Better I hurt these dummies than my friends. I’ve burned them enough times to know how painful it is to fight with me.”

“Have you burned my brother too?” Loki asked with a wry smile.

“Him more than most,” Y/N answered with a small smile of her own, “he always thinks he’s some kind of indestructible god so he always steps up to the plate whenever I need to train with someone. Unfortunately for Thor, fire hurts more than lightning. He’s been burned so often, it’s a miracle he isn’t covered in scars.”

“Asgardian skin is tougher than you Midgardians think.”

Y/N simply shrugged. “My sparring partner needs to be more than just indestructible. They need to be fire proof.”

At that, Loki seemed to smirk. “Perhaps I can be of assistance. Has my brother ever told you of what I am?”

“Frost giant, right? Not really Asgardian.”

Loki nodded. “I am a prince of Jotunheim. It lends me abilities that most do not have. We are creatures of ice, you see. Your fire would have no effect on me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’d like to offer up my services as your sparring partner. If you’d have me, that is.”

Y/N considered this. Though she’s forgiven Loki, there was no denying that she was still upset with him. After all, she is only human and she lost her family because of his actions. It would take a saint or even an angel in order to truly forgive Loki for everything he’d done.

And she was anything but an angel.

“Alright then,” Y/N said as she walked towards the center of the room, “let’s see what you got, Loki.”

Loki seemed surprised at Y/N. “You wish to train with me now?”

“No time like the present. Now are you going to fight me or not, Loki?”

Loki stared at her as if wondering if she was truly serious. After finding Y/N’s face devoid of heistation, his pristine black suit transformed into full Asgardian fighting leathers as he walked towards Y/N, his skin shifting into a frigid blue, his eyes an enchanting red.

Y/N didn’t so much as blink at the strangeness of his alien form. She’d seen scarier and stranger aliens and Loki’s vaguely humanoid features was enough to remind her that underneath all of the strangeness was still Loki.

“You should know, Loki, I don’t let up,” Y/N said as she crouched, her body poised and graceful like a jungle cat.

“Let up?”

She often forgot that Loki and Thor were Asgardian, unfamiliar with Earth’s little turn of phrases. Seeing his brows brought together, his faced scrunched up in thought at her words had a wry smile stretching her lips. “It means I don’t stop until I win.”

At that, Loki grinned. “I should hope not. I would like a worthy fight, after all.”

“You never did say how you got your abilities.” Loki’s voice filled the quiet space, sucking Y/N out of her reverie.

Her eyes snapped towards him, heavy with lethargy. “What?”

“Your abilities. Midgardians aren’t born with the ability to control fire.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped towards the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the flurry of snow fall from grey sky. Loki and her sat on one of the expensive couches Tony purchased for the compound, a roaring fire crackling on the fireplace, their only source of light. They were alone again, the compound empty save for the god of mischief and the peculiar human. The team had decided to spent the holidays in their respective homes and with Y/N being alone and Loki refusing to come home to Asgard for the winter solstice, the pair had been forced to spend the holidays with each other.

It wasn’t as unbearable as Y/N initially thought. After the hours they’d spend training with each other, Y/N’s contempt at being around Loki had thawed. It wasn’t gone by any means but it wasn’t as bad as it was before. She can have a civil conversation with him now without feeling the urge to stab him in the chest.

She couldn’t remember the last time she spent Christmas with someone other than herself and if Y/N was being honest with herself, it was nice to not be lonely for a change.

Today, she woke up feeling better about herself in days, good enough that she even had the energy to put up a Christmas tree.

Well, she only had half the energy and so the tree was bare on one side and the side that did have decorations was a little disorganized but in Y/N’s defense, she hadn’t decorated a tree in years.

In fact, despite how unappealing the tree looked, it looked pretty against the orange light of the crackling fireplace and the backdrop of the falling snow.

“I don’t think you’d like the story of how I got my powers,” Y/N muttered, leaning forward to grab her mug of mulled wine. It had gone cold quickly despite the roaring fire but it wasn’t anything Y/N couldn’t fix. Her hands easily warmed up the beverage, heating it up until steamed danced in the air before her.

“I am bored and I will welcome any story you tell no matter how horrendous you think it to be.”

Y/N glanced at him, her previous feeling of tiredness melting away. She suddenly felt on edge by Loki’s words. What was it about Loki that had alarm bells pealing in her head despite her best efforts to remain calm?

She took a sip of her mulled wine, the alcohol like a shot of liquid courage straight to her veins. She placed the cup back down to the coffee table before facing Loki, who was looking at her with a peculiar expression.

“If I tell you this story, you have to swear to me that you would never repeat whatever I say to another person.” Y/N’s eyes flashed in severity, one that had Loki’s interest piquing.

Loki simply nodded, his own face losing the once mirthful expression upon seeing Y/N’s own seriousness.

Y/N took a deep breath, a faraway look gleaming in her eyes as she began to tell her story.

“I was always ambitious when I was a kid. I had big dreams for myself, the biggest dream being that I could follow into my parents’s footsteps. They were scientists, you see. The best in the world. So good in fact that SHIELD gave them grant after grant to continue their research. They were thermonuclear scientists. My parents thought that they could find a way to infuse the power of a nuclear bomb to people.

“I always thought their jobs were so cool. I strived hard to be as good as them, as smart as them. I graduated high school at the age of 15 and college at 18. I received my PhD for Physics and Chemistry when I was 22 and I worked under my parents ever since.

“On the day you attacked New York, I was away on business and on the way home for my birthday. They planned a party for me, my parents, my sister and even my friends were all there. Everyone that I loved was in our little loft, waiting for me to arrive from the airport after my plane was delayed. Then you attacked and they died and—“

The ball that lodged itself in Y/N’s throat left her silently gasping. Talking about New York, about her family and her friends, about how much she lost that day, always brought a fresh wave of tears in Y/N’s eyes. It didn’t matter how many years have passed since the genesis of her grief, her grief was a monster lodged in her heart, hissing and spitting poison at anyone who tried to dislodge it.

Something in Loki’s eyes shifted. He reached for her and Y/N briefly wondered if being comforted by Loki was what she wanted.

Before her mind could make up a response, her body acted instinctively. Her body seemed to cave in, allowing Loki to briefly touch her cheek to wipe away the solitary tear that rolled down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Loki whispered, his eyes full of sorrow tinged with regret.

“Anyway,” Y/N said hastily, wiping away her eyes despite Loki’s frown. “I threw myself into my work and completed my parents’ life work. Unfortunately, there isn’t a long line of people willing to be turned into a nuclear explosion and so I buried myself underground and experimented on myself. Not exactly something I recommend. After three days of pure agony, I emerged and became a completely different person. Contacted Nick Fury as soon as I realized what I became and I’ve been working with the Avengers ever since.”

Loki was silent for a while as he processed Y/N’s words. “How do you do that?”

“What?”

Loki frowned, as though to say, isn’t it obvious? “How do you act as though your past doesn’t haunt you? I saw you when we first met. You hated me. There is no other word for the fire in your eyes. But you never said a word to the others about how you felt and even after I stayed here, encroached on your space, pestered you with questions about the past that you would rather forget, still you never said anything to the others in the hopes of relieving yourself. Why is that?”

“I distinctly recall yelling at you several times.”

“You said plenty to me but not to them. Not to your friends. Not to the people who could easily cast me aside and turn me away whether Thor wants them to or not.”

Of all the things he could have asked, that was the one she least expected. She lifted a shoulder in response. “I don’t know. I’ve spent a lot of my time dwelling on the things I wish I could change. The past… it sucks and it’s messy but I can’t do anything about it anymore. I can only control the now, change the today. I figured, since you joined us, you’d want to change too. Who am I pass to judgement on you because you want to change?”

Loki looked as though he wanted to argue with her and so Y/N spoke again before he could. “Enough talk about me. Tell me about you.”

If Loki was jarred but Y/N’s sudden change in topic, he didn’t show it. But she did get the lingering sense that their conversation wasn’t over.

“You wish to know about me?” Loki said with an eyebrow raised in question.

She nods. “It’s only fair, I think. I say something about me, you say something about you.”

Loki seemed ti hesitate before he spoke. “What would you like to know?”

“Do you have a girl back home?” She didn’t really want to know but it was the only thing her mind could conjure up at the moment.

“A girl?”

“Or is it a boy?”

Loki grinned at that. “Neither. I have no one. I am… alone.”

“Really?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

Yes. No. Y/N wasn’t sure. Loki was handsome, too handsome really. Thor once told her that the Royal family was good looking, even by Asgardian standards and though Y/N had never seen Odin or Frigga, she had to agree with Thor the first time she saw Loki. Not only was Thor incredibly good looking, but Loki was too. But he was also the god of mischief and he couldn’t have been too popular back in Asgard.

She shrugged. “I figured there has to be at least one person you’ve fallen in love with before.”

“There has been a few individuals,” Loki said slowly. Like he’s picking out the right words to say. “Near immortality is too long to bear it alone. But, as of this moment, no. I don’t have anyone. Do you?”

At that, Y/N let out a derisive snort. “I’ve never even been kissed before.”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Well believe it because it’s true.”

“I don’t understand,” he said with a quizzical frown, “I have seen how you act when you think no one is watching and your soul, despite the anger that resides in you, is one of the purest I’ve ever met. Surely someone else has noticed you.”

Y/N quickly stamped down the warm heat that blossomed in her chest at Loki’s compliments.

“I’m not exactly beautiful. I’m pretty much average in the looks department.”

“You Midgardians and your shallow definition of beauty,” Loki said with a frown.

She raised an eyebrow, almost in challenge. “Why? Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.” The word tumbled out of his lips as quickly as if he were saying the sky was blue. Like it was an absolute truth of the universe that couldn’t be contested. The sun was a giant ball of gas, the grass is green and Y/N was beautiful.

Fighting the rising blush in her cheeks, Y/N shrugs again. “I’ve never really found anyone worth it before.”

“Oh?”

“I want love, I do. I want the kind of love that could stop war in its tracks. The kind of love that is both the disease and the cure. I want the kind of love that could cheat death and breathe life into the earth. I want the kind of love that people write about in books. But I’m not stupid. That kind of love doesn’t come too often and I refuse to settle for less. I know what I deserve. I am not afraid of loneliness but I am afraid of wasting my time.”

“I thought you humans believe that it is better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all?“

“Most people do,” Y/N said as she took another sip of her mulled wine, ignoring the creeping flush on her cheeks. “I don’t.”

A thoughtful look passed over Loki’s features as he contemplated her words. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure what that meant so she continued sipping her mulled wine, still warm in her hands.

The quiet was nice. The crackling of the roaring fire, the warm scent of the candle she’d previously lit filled the room with the scent of Christmas. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine the laughter of old Christmas mornings with her family filling her.

For a moment, she almost forgot Loki was there and it was his voice that startled her out of her reverie.

“Do you think I’m a good person?”

She peered at him through a single eye, past her lashes. Despite the blur, Y/N could see that Loki’s eyebrows were furrowed into a frown, his mouth almost pouting as he looked at her expectantly.

“Does it matter, what I think?”

“It does to me.”

That had Y/N’s eyes snapping open.

“Your opinion of me matters very much.”

“Why? Why do I matter?”

Loki raised his shoulder in a shrug. “If someone who I’ve hurt—have taken everything from—can still think I’m worthy of redemption, then perhaps, I am.”

“God, what is with you and Thor and worthiness. I’m going to have to have a talk with Odin about drilling worthiness into his sons heads.”

“Y/N.”

She let out a sigh. “Alright, if you want my opinion so badly.”

“I do.”

Y/N let the mirth from her face drop. “I think everyone is worthy of being redeemed, even you. Especially you. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. Shame coats this building thicker than paint. All of us who have ever lived in this building, have done things we regret and yet people call us heroes. Imagine how much they’d love you when they forgive you.”

“Do you think they can forgive me?” A look of hope filtered through Loki’s face, lighting up his features. Against the orange glow of the crackling fire, it made him look beautiful.

“I think that if I can forgive you, then they can too.”

Slowly, the Avengers began to trickle back into the compound. She greeted her friends with open arms, feeling lighter than she had in days.

Spending the holidays with Loki was a more pleasant experience than she initially thought it was going to be. After their… talk (it was more like a heart to heart, really) Y/N could comfortably be around Loki without wanting to tear her hair out of her head or cry or punch something.

In fact, in the rare occasions she could find some time for herself to draw, Loki was there, watching her in silence. Sometimes, he’d bring a book with him, a Midgardian book more specifically. Y/N wasn’t sure what he was reading, as Loki always magicked the book’s cover away into a generic leather-bound tome but he seemed to be enjoying it.

It was a little awkward at first. Truthfully, she found the parallels of their past situation hilarious. Wasn’t it only 6 months ago that Y/N was yelling at him for the murder of her loved ones at this very table? But it’s been nice, too. Quiet. Almost peaceful.

And that’s where they sat today, Loki and Y/N. It had been a grueling week of mission after mission and Y/N was thoroughly exhausted. So much so that Steve had even ordered her to stay in and rest while the rest of the team dealt with the problem alone.

Not that she was complaining. Time alone was rare and though she wasn’t technically alone, what with Loki mere inches away from her, it was still time she treasured.

He was reading again. His eyes scanning through the words on the page, his face almost earnest as he devoured his book. The sound of the pages of his book turning sliced through the quiet scraping of Y/N’s pencil against her sketchbook.

She’d been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes, her sketch momentarily forgotten, her eyes trained on the Asgardian whose eyes were furiously going from one end to the other of his book.

She wondered how long she’d have to stare before Loki finally realized that she’d been watching him.

Apparently, long enough for Y/N to grow impatient.

“Loki, what are you reading?” She asked, head cocked to the side in question.

Loki tore his eyes from the page almost reluctaantly. “Pardon?”

She fought a wry grin. “What are you reading?”

His once open face, turned sharp. Red tinged his cheeks, his smiling lips suddenly pursed, his eyes wide in… was that embarrassment? “Nothing.”

Oh it’s definitely something. “Loki, you look like a fourteen year old kid who was caught shoplifting. What are you reading?”

Loki slammed the book shut, schooling his face to be as still as stone. The only thing giving him away was his reddened cheeks. “Nothing of your concern, Y/N.”

“Ah. Is it smut? It’s okay if it is. I promise not to tell.” She said in an attempt to goad him into some kind of reaction.

But rather than reacting the way she thought he would, Loki’s brows pulled in puzzlement. “What is smut?”

Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to particularly describe that to Loki. “Never mind. I’m not sure I’m ready to get into that with you. You’re reading a Modgardian book?”

“Yes.”

“Do I happen to know this book?”

Loki narrowed his eyes at her and she watched, almost in amazement, as he stood up and walked away without another word.

“Are you seriously just going to ignore me?” Y/N called out, almost gobsmacked.

“Enjoy your sketching, Y/N.” Was Loki’s only reply before he disappeared from the dining room and into the living room.

“And then, he just walked away from me like a petulant child!” Y/N exclaimed, her hands flying everywhere as she recanted the story to Wanda and Natasha. “It was the weirdest thing ever!”

Natasha smirked. “Sounds like someone I know.”

“Oh please,” Y/N said with a derisive snort, “I have never walked away.”

“I don’t know about that, you do it quite often,” Wanda chimed in teasingly.

“Yeah, Y/N. You tend to avoid confrontation.”

“I do not.”

“Suuuuure,” Natasha said before shooting Wanda a knowing look.

“Besides, who even taught Loki about Earth’s customs and literature.”

“I did,” Wanda said, causing Y/N eyes to snap to her in surprise.

“You did?”

“Yeah. He came to me for help. He said he wanted to get to know Earth more. I lent him some of my books.”

“What were the books you lent him?” Y/N asked, a morbid sense of curiosity seizing her.

“The classics. Austen and Shakespeare to name a few,” Wanda replied with a shrug. “I lent him some modern books too but all I had were romances. I even managed to get him to read the bible. I wasn’t sure if he’d be interested but he took them from me anyway.”

A giddy smile spread across Y/N’s face at the thought. “You lent him romance books?”

“And the Bible?” Natasha’s eyebrows shot straight to her hairline in surprise.

Wanda nodded. “I did. He didn’t really like the Bible but he seems to be enjoying the romance novels. He gives it right back after he’s done with them so he can start another one. Finishes about three a week. I’m actually running out of books to recommend.”

“I didn’t realize he’d like reading romance books,” Natasha quipped.

“Neither did I.” And the grin that spread through Y/N’s lips could only be described as mischievous.

“You could have told me you liked reading romance books, you know,” Y/N fought the teasing smile that threatened to erupt from her lips.

Loki feigned indifference as he glanced at her from the top of his book. “I haven’t the faintest clue what you are talking about.”

“Jigs up, Loki. Wanda told me you’ve been borrowing books from her.” She pulled herself a chair, sitting down next to Loki, the image of casual grace.

“Now I understand your previous irritation with me upon my interrupting your reverie,” Loki muttered with an eye roll.

“I didn’t take you for a romantic,” she said, ignoring his jibe.

Loki didn’t so much as react, his eyes focused intently on his book.

“It’s alright, you know,” Y/N continued, ignoring Loki’s indifference. “I like romance books too. I enjoy them immensely.”

Y/N could almost feel Loki’s hesitation. “I quite like Austen.”

“She’s one of my favorites. My mom’s too,” Y/N grinned. “Though I prefer Pride and Prejudice to my mom’s Sense and Sensibilities.”

“I’m partial to Pride and Prejudice as well,” Loki said evenly. “Though I find many of its characters irksome.”

“Lemme guess. Mr. Collins, Lydia and maybe even Lady Catherine?”

“To name a few.”

“So what possessed you to start reading Midgardian romance novels?” As she said this, she maneuvered her chair until she was facing Loki, her legs coming up to rest on his lap almost absentmindedly.

If Loki was bothered by Y/N’s sudden feeling of comfortableness around him, he didn’t show it.

The seconds that passed before Loki spoke again had Y/N briefly wondering if she should repeat her question. “You once told me that you want the kind of love people write about in books. I wanted to see what that love meant.”

Of all of the things Loki could have said, that was the one Y/N least expected. “What? Why would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Care about what I want.”

“Truthfully, I do not know,” Loki’s face was troubled, as though the very idea of caring about Y/N was concerning to him. But then he smoothened his expression with finality, as if in the span of a few seconds, he had come to accept that he truly cared for her.

Y/N didn’t know what to make of it and she ignored the fluttering butterflies that roiled in her stomach.

“I have come to care for you, Y/N,” Loki’s voice was soft and low, like Y/N was some wounded bird with a broken wing who needs soothing. He leaned forward earnestly, encroaching on her personal space. “I do not know when my heart decided to care for you or even why. I do not even know how you have accomplished where so many others have failed. But I do know that I care for you.”

“You care for me?” Y/N echoed dumbly.

“Most ardently.” Loki’s hand reaches for her, his knuckle brushing the hollow of her cheeks before his thumb glided across her open lips. “My body craves you, do you know that? It seeks you even when my mind does not. Every time I enter a room, I find myself looking for your familiar figure. When you laugh, it is the sound of my world hurdling through its axis. And when you smile at me… not even the explosion of a thousand suns could describe the warmth that burns in my chest at the sight of that smile.”

Y/N’s mouth was still hanging open at Loki’s words, her eyes wide and gobsmacked.

“I once thought you beautiful,” Loki’s eyes darted to her lips. His pupils were blown, the black like an island in the middle of a vast sea. “Now I know there are no words in any language to describe what you are. Your Midgardian customs, they are foreign to me. But I would gladly become a scholar and learn them all if it means learning you.”

Y/N had to swallow down the lump in her throat. Her tongue darted to her lips in an attempt to stave off the dryness but Loki’s heated gaze turned burning at the sight of her tongue.

She didn’t like how he made her feel, not after he said those things to her. But she would be a liar if she ever said she wasn’t the least bit affected by them.

She was too affected by them.

If this is how Lucifer felt before he fell then, my god, Y/N would have rebelled against Heaven too.

But rather than saying anything, Y/N quickly pushed Loki away, swiping her legs out from his lap and ran out of the dining room.

She left the matter alone and now it is a festering wound ripe with infection.

Loki’s been stealing glances whenever they were in a shared room and so she’d spent her free time holed up in her room, only leaving when her needs call for her or her job demands that she leaves.

She hadn’t spoken to Loki in a week and when she told Wanda and Natasha what had transpired within them, all her two friends din was smirk at each other.

“What?” Y/N demanded, her face pulled in a scowl of annoyance.

“Just that you proved us right again.” Natasha said nonchalantly.

“You ran away from him. That is avoiding confrontation.” Wanda added.

“I didn’t run away.”

“Pretty sure you did.”

“Nat!”

Nat raised her hands placatingly, further irritating Y/N. She was sitting by the desk in Y/N’s room, watching as Y/N wore the carpet down with her pacing.

“You can’t avoid him forever,” Wanda said.

“I know that,” Y/N said with a groan as she plopped on her bed next to Wanda. “I don’t know what to do.” Right now, all she wanted to do was hit something and with her avoiding Loki, she didn’t have her favorite sparring partner. It was enough to drive her nuts.

“Why not be truthful?” Natasha suggested. “How did Loki’s confession make you feel?”

Natasha’s question was enough to give her pause. She hadn’t actually thought about her emotions all that much.

Truthfully, Loki’s confession had her emotions racing. She couldn’t understand how she went from hating him, to reluctant allies, to liking him enough to be friends to this. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure what this was.

How did Loki make him feel?

There was only one answer to that question and upon realizing her feelings, she ran out of her room, ignoring Natasha’s irritated grumble. “There she goes again.”

Her feet ran throughout the compound, searching room after room for Loki’s familiar figure.

She felt like a thousand butterflies were ready to burst from her chest. Like laughter had been bottled up inside her for years and was finally yearning to be uncaged. Hers was a monster finally feeling the sun on its face for the first time in its life and she didn’t want to cage it again.

She skidded to a stop upon seeing Loki’s familiar figure, resting on one of the dining room table chairs.

The golden light from the setting sun hit him from all angles, casting him in a glow that softened his features. His body was relaxed, his breathing even but his eyes were far away. Y/N wasn’t even sure he noticed her watching him. But despite how quiet she was, something broke his reverie and his eyes slid towards her. It lit up in surprise at the sight of her and he stood up quickly. Loki’s lips began to form the first syllable to Y/N’s name but she interrupted him before he could.

“You make me feel alive.”

Loki paused, Y/N’s words silencing him.

“I am not a poet,” Y/N said, ignoring her fast beating heart, eyes focused on the man before her. “I don’t know how to use words like you can. I don’t know how to describe how I feel but I do know this. When I’m with you, I feel alive.”

Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at her words. He took a step towards her, one that had Y/N taking a step back, hands flying up to stop him. “I’m not done.”

Loki simply pursed his lips and let Y/N continue.

She took a deep breath before continuing. “When I’m with you, I feel alive. And… it scares me. I have never felt this way about anyone before and a part of me hates that of all the people I could have fallen for, it was you. You, who have hurt me more than anyone in this universe has. You have the power to hurt me even more than anyone ever will. And it scares the living crap out of me. I am terrified.”

Loki took another step forward and the look in his eyes had Y/N taking a step back, arms held out before her. As if to placate her, he bowed his head, attention to his feet but his ears still trained to her.

Without Loki’s penetrating gaze, the words came easily. They tumbled down from her lips like the dying leaves of autumn, falling slowly at first before you look up and realize just how bare the trees look. “I am terrified of the hurt and the pain. I am scared that you’ll make me feel alive and once you leave, you’ll leave me for dead. I can’t do that again. I can’t lose people like that again. But I am so tired of running. If I’m not too late and you’re still willing to try out whatever this is, then I am too.”

Ignoring her thundering heart, Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath. “You can say something now.”

But Loki stayed silent and Y/N’s pounding heart sounded like war drums in her ear.

“Loki?”

At his name, he looked up grinning like devil. He threw his head back, eyes trained to the ceiling, as if silent prayer. His lips were moving silently, saying words in a language Y/N couldn’t decipher. The glow from the windows made him look like an angel and it left Y/N breathless.

He finally met her eyes and his expression was lighter than she’d seen it in days.

“Loki, are you praying?” Y/N asked curiously.

“I am,” Loki confirmed as he closed the gap between them. “I do not believe in your gods but your words may finally convert me to religion. It’s nothing short of a miracle, I think, to hear you say what you said.”

“Funny you say that, I keep thinking you look like some kind of ethereal angel.”

“Angel? Darling, I am the furthest thing from it.” Loki was so close now, Y/N could feel the permanent chill emanating from his body.

“I know. I still think you look like one.”

He clasped his hands around her, that light smile on his face never leaving. It had the heart in Y/N’s chest thudding so fast, it was almost hard to count the beats.

“Thank you,” Loki said and Y/N knew nothing could wipe the grin off of Loki’s face at this very moment. “I am still unfamiliar of your Midgardian customs but I believe that in a situation such as this, confessions of love end in a kiss. May I kiss you?”

That elicited a laugh out of her ans Loki’s already light expression became even more joyful. “What I would do to hear you laugh like that everyday.”

“Yes, Loki. You can kiss me.”

And so he did.

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