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Pretty Special
Bucky x Reader
Bucky feels insecure about his arm and you tell him all of the ways you find it special. He comes up with his own idea of why its special.
Word Count: 1,838
A lazy Saturday afternoon in the Avengers Tower. You couldn’t ask for anything better. With no need to fight anybody, you could just lay on the couch and catch up on the book you were determined to finish. Everything was serene until you heard the door violently swing open. The sudden loud noise made you jump and you looked up to see Bucky aggressively stomp through the open door.
“Hey, Buck-”
“Hey,” he replied bluntly as he briskly walked his way past you toward his room. You immediately knew something was wrong, but you also knew that questioning him any further would make him even angrier than he already seemed. You decided to let him cool down for about 15 minutes before you sneaked to his closed bedroom door. You took a deep breath before you gently knocked.
“Come in,” Bucky’s solemn reply was barely audible. The door quietly creaked open as you used every muscle to step as softly as possible into his dimly lit room. Bucky was laying on his side facing you with only his head visible from under the blanket.
“Is...everything okay?” you asked hesitantly. Bucky heaved a deep sigh and shook his head. You weren’t for sure, but you thought you saw tears welling in his eyes.
“The one day I forget my glove...” he trailed off as you heard him sniffle. You gently shut the door behind you as you followed the sunlight coming through his curtained window to find the edge of the bed. You sat at the edge, slightly sinking into the mattress.
“What about your glove? Did something happen?” you questioned. Bucky took another deep breath, but you noticed it was a little shaky. He paused before he began his story.
“I was at the store, just trying to get some groceries. I had kept my hands in my jacket pockets as much as I could to not draw any attention to myself. I was just trying to grab a box of cereal. I wasn’t thinking and I reached out with this arm,” he motioned to his Vibranium arm and continued his story, “when I suddenly heard this piercing scream. I froze and turned to see this girl just looking at me with the most terrified expression on her face. She pointed at me and just screamed. I just left. I had a whole cart of groceries and I just left,” his voice began to break. “The one day I forget my glove and I get treated like some kind of freak.”
Bucky tried to muffle his sobs, but he knew there was no hiding it from you. You pulled off the blanket, held both of his hands, and pulled him up to a sitting position. You wrapped your arms around his torso as he wrapped his arms around yours and sobbed into your shoulder. Bucky was normally not one to show vulnerability in front of others, but he trusted you enough to do so.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you attempted to comfort, but it didn’t seem convincing to Bucky as he continued to cry. You began to rub his back, which seemed to help a little as his breath began to slow.
“You know, that girl didn’t know what she was missing. She didn’t know how special this arm really is.”
“Special?” Bucky asked between sniffling.
“Yes, special,” you replied matter-of-factually as you released your hug to look up at him. “I’ll show you. Take off your jacket.”
“Really? Right now?” he asked as a small smile started to form.
“Really, right now. Come on,” you encouraged. Bucky shook his head in amusement as he slowly unzipped and slid his arms through the sleeves. Even with the small amount of sunlight through the window, the reflection of the Vibranium seemed to light up the entire room.
“Wow, just look at that shine!” you admired as you gently stroked along the bicep. A breathy chuckle came from Bucky’s throat as he watched your amazement. “You know, not a lot of people have an arm that shiny. And even less people can get that shine from Vibranium. That’s pretty special.”
“That is true,” he replied sheepishly.
“You know, a lot of people work so hard all the time to make their arms so muscular and strong. With this arm, you never have to worry about that. You could lift me up with just that arm right now and not break a sweat!” You paused, looking up at him eagerly. He smirked as he crossed his arms.
“Are you expecting me to do that right now?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow.
“Come on, please?” you nearly begged as you pulled at his shining arm.
“Fine,” he sarcastically replied. You yelped as he used his stronger arm to scoop you up from under your thighs to lift you onto his shoulder. You giggled as you placed your hand on his shoulder to get your bearings.
“Having fun up there?” he asked as he looked up at you.
“Yep, this is pretty special,” you replied. Bucky grinned and rolled his eyes as he gently dropped you back onto the bed. You yelped again and laughed at the suddenness.
“Alright, what else do you got?” Bucky challenged. You sat back up, ready to accept.
“Do you know how heavy arms are? I sometimes with I could just take them off. You’re lucky, you can do that with at least one of them. Plus, if you really needed to, you could throw it and hit somebody with it,” you persuaded.
“Wow, I’m impressed,” he smirked.
“And do you know what the most special thing about your arm is?” you continued your enthusiasm.
“What would that be?” he asked, now amused by your showering of compliments.
“It’s a part of you,” you nearly whispered as you hugged his shining arm tightly. Bucky flinched and froze for a moment as he processed what was happening. When he looked down and saw you happily interacting with his biggest insecurity, he grinned softly as he turned his body toward you. He patted you on the back in a half hug then turned away and tried to lean back. You wouldn’t have any of that and firmly held your place.
“Okay, you can let go now,” he said. You shook your head and hugged tighter. “Come on Y/N, let go,” he chuckled as he gently tried to shake you off.
“No, not until you admit your arm is cool,” you replied. Bucky paused for a moment as he formed an escape plan.
“Well, there is one thing you missed as to why my arm might be so special,” he grinned down at you. You lifted your head, careful not to lose your grip.
“What’s that?” you asked.
“This.”
Without another word, you felt his hand twist around to scribble at your belly. You squeaked as you changed your hold from a hug to a grip around his forearm.
“What’s wrong? I thought you weren’t going to let go,” Bucky teased as he twisted his wrist to a more comfortable position to continue scribbling along your belly.
“Ihi haven’thahaha!” you argued as you use your newfound grip to attempt to push him away.
“Yeah, you’re right. But this might make you.”
With that, he didn’t hesitate to worm his fingers under the lower hem of your shirt. You shrieked and jumped back at the icy touch to your warm skin. However, you stayed strong as your grip slid down from his forearm to his wrist.
“It’s cold!” you almost whined.
“Sorry, is this better?” he asked in a sarcastic tone. Before you could even blink, he ripped away from your grip, grabbed your wrists with his Vibranium arm and began his attack once more with the other.
“Thahahat’s not faihaihair!” you cried out.
“You’re right, this arm does give me a pretty good advantage. I guess that is pretty special,” he winked as he did his best to follow your squirming body. He clawed right in the middle of your belly, which caused you to shriek and fall back against the bed. Bucky followed your motion as he lied down next to you and used this opportunity to pin your hands above your head. He temporarily stopped and allowed you to catch your breath. You turned your head to look at him and giggled with anticipation. He smirked mischievously and lifted his free hand to wiggle one finger towards you. The pitch of your giggling went up as you tried to turn your whole body away. It turns out Vibranium was even stronger than you imagined as your wrists didn’t move an inch. It didn’t help anything when he used his own legs to lock yours in place.
“Where are you going?” he asked in an “innocent” manner. “I just want to hear you laugh.”
He made you do exactly that when he began poking all around your upper body. Belly, sides, ribs, underarms, nothing was safe. The unpredictability of where he was going to go next was driving you crazy.
“Having fun?” Bucky seemed genuine when he asked. You could only laugh in response, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said you were kind of enjoying it. Bucky switched from a lying position to sitting up on your legs. He switched his hand positions so quickly, you didn’t have the chance to bring your own hands down. “Okay, time for the real fun.”
Bucky began spidering at your belly, pinching at your sides, and stroking under your arms, all while never seeming to tire.
“Hahahaha! B-Buckyyy, nohohoho!” you belted out as Bucky continued his sporadic attack.
“No what?” he played dumb.
“NohohoHOHOHAHAHA!” You squeezed your eyes shut and volume of your laughter increased when he decided to dip a finger into your belly button and wiggle it around.
“Wow, I don’t even need the whole arm to make you laugh. Just one little finger does the trick. That’s pretty special, indeed.”
You couldn’t reply as your laughter began to grow silent. Bucky realized enough was enough.
“Alright, I’m finished,” Bucky convinced as he let go of your wrists. You loosely hugged around your sides and slowly opened your eyes as your breath began to slow. Even in the dimly lit room, you could see Bucky’s warm smile glowing down at you. Your whole body sparked with mirth. Bucky gave you a few more moments to catch your breath before slipping his hands under your back. You jerked as another giggle slipped from your lips.
“I’m not going to tickle you anymore, I promise,” a chuckle escaped from him as he lifted you up into a hug. You gladly returned the favor as your slung your arms around him.
“Thank you, Y/N. It’s nice to know that somebody likes me for who I am,” Bucky whispered into your ear.
“You’re a pretty special guy,” you whispered.
“You’re pretty special too,” Bucky replied.
Both of you smiled and held onto each other tighter as to not end this special moment.
#marvel tickle fic#marvel tickle#tickle fic#ticklish!reader#lee!reader#ler!bucky#bucky tickle#bucky tickle fic#reader fic#marvelously fluffy
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The Party
You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.
Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.
The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.
But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.
"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.
"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.
You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.
Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.
"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.
"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.
You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.
"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.
Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.
You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.
He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.
"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.
"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.
"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.
"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.
You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.
"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.
"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.
"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.
It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.
"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.
"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.
"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.
"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!
"And what is it?"
"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.
Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.
"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.
You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.
"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.
"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.
Honestly it was better then any party could be.
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No Spilling Secrets
Spiderman/Avengers fanfic: Lee Peter / Ler Clint, Sam & Bucky
I kinda live for the idea of there being a thin line of Peter being a genius and a clumsy baby. This is probably the siliest fanfic I've ever written, but I wanted it to be less sober. Please let me know what you think.
Summary: It was supposed to be a chill and fun Tuesday afternoon, testing the new web-shooters. Well, until Peter found himself pulling the dumbest stunt of his sixteen-year short life apart from getting bitten by a radioactive spider.
"Friday, what are the risks of this blowing up on me?"
"The risks of the web shooters malfunctioning sits at 27%, Peter."
Peter carries a smug grin as he fastens the devices around his wrists, waiting for the click that tells him they are locked in place.
"Good thing 27 is my lucky number."
"Mr. Stark said to wait until he is back from his meeting-"
"Friday, come on," interrupts Peter with a whine. "I'm Spiderman. I use them every day. I'll have it under control, promise."
There is a short silence before Friday answers, sounding as unpleased as an AI can sound. "Mr. Stark will be informed as soon as you're safety is not warranted, Peter."
"Thank you, Friday! Couldn't ask for more," answers Peter with a bright grin. He had waited all day to test the new web shooters, annoying MJ as he wouldn't stop talking about it with Ned at lunch. He also didn't bother throwing the suit on, coming directly from the lab to the training grounds. As soon as the doors close behind him, Peter doesn't waste more time and jogs over to the wall that lies on the opposite. A few meters before reaching it, he speeds up and jumps. He crawls upwards with skilled movements.
"Let's see how these babies work."
With those words, Peter pushes himself from the wall and lets his arm shoot forward. A string of spiderwebs flings against one of the ceiling beams, hitting it with scary accuracy. Peter's fingers close around the web, and he uses the momentum to swing through the air. He lands with practiced ease on the ceiling beam at the other end of the gym, glancing down at his wrists with a thoughtful look. "The tensile strength is not bad, but I thought the elasticity would be better. Friday, can you please note that I have to look into that?"
"Noted, Peter."
"Thanks, Fri."
He continues testing the limits of the new webs by swinging around and jumping from high places to get a feeling for the strings' consistency, leaving it to Friday to take notes as he voices out his thoughts. Peter was about to climb down, satisfied with the information he had collected when something caught his eye. He squints at the ceiling near the bracing where the beam he stands on mends into the roof.
"Is that an arrow?"
As he steps closer, his suspicion is confirmed. The thing hanging from the ceiling is indeed one of Hawkeye's arrows. "How does no one notice that thing is still here?", wonders the teen loudly. It wasn't like Clint to leave his stuff lying around. Or, stuck in the ceiling in this case.
He stood on his tiptoes and reached for the shaft of the arrow, his inhuman sense of balance the only measure to keep the teen from tumbling down and breaking his neck.
"I recommend being careful, Peter. Those are one of Mr. Barton's new smoke-"
Peter didn't get the last few words as his fingers closed around the arrow, a winning grin growing as he gave the weapon a strong pull. The second his spidey sense goes off, he already holds one part of the arrow in his hands and stumbles when the air around him fills with a thick smock. He trips backward, trying hastily to get out of the space that fills with murky haze. Standing on nothing more than a two-inch wide metal pole, his next step back ends with his foot hitting nothing but thin air. With a surprised shout ripping from his mouth, the boy fell backward. Peter's arms flail around uselessly. In his panic, he blindly shoots a web upwards with both web shooters, praying that one of them would hit to keep him from busting his head. Both strings succeeded at sticking but in the most inconvenient way possible. In the chaos of the situation, Peter's aim had been off, causing the webs to ravel together as they lay diagonally on top of each other, sticking together as soon as they came in contact. Peter feels sick as the movement of his fall causes him to circle around like a spinning top, putting the ability of his stomach to keep his lunch to the test.
He ended up coming to a halt a few centimeters over the ground, dangling just above the floor, and although he knew his injuries would have healed quickly, he was more than happy to not have hit the ground, because that fall would have hurt like a bitch. To his luck, he had grabbed the web quick enough to avoid popping a shoulder, but with the newly developed webbing being more sticky and drying later than anticipated, he found himself stuck with bound wrists.
Peter's mouth stands open as he openly gapes, blinking a couple of times as the last few seconds start closing up on him before a low whine emits from the depths of his throat, heat rushing into his face.
"Holy frick. That was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me."
"Should I inform Mr. Stark?"
"Oh my God, are you nuts- ehm, I mean, no. Please don't. That's- that is really not necessary, Fri."
"If you say so, Peter."
He glances up at his wrists, assessing the situation. The web was enclosing his wrists completely, only his fingers sticking out of the gooey mess that hangs over his head. There was a solvent inside the web shooters, but he couldn't reach the trigger to spray it, a thick layer of web fluid lying on top. Peter puffs his cheeks before putting all his strength into his arms, trying to bust through the net. His face grew red with the force he put into his arms only to sack together in defeat.
Maybe the new webs are a tiny bit stronger than anticipated. Spiderman usually had no problem ripping his webs up, but dangling in the air and having his wrists bound at an awkward angle, Peter had a difficul time concentrating enough power to push through the strings. Peter throws a longing look at his backpack. If he could only get his hands on it. He always had a small amount of solvent in there for emergencies.
Peter lets out a sigh.
He needs help.
But not from Mr. Stark. Anyone but Mr. Stark. He wasn't ready for that level of embarrassment to hit on a simple Tuesday afternoon.
"Friday, can you ask Bruce if he has some time?"
"Dr. Banner is currently not in the tower. Would you like me to call him?"
"No, no thanks. What about Natasha?"
"Ms. Romanoff is currently not available."
Okay, now Peter realizes he does have a bit of a problem. While glancing up at his hands and testing again but without success the hold on his wrists, he contemplates how he could get out of this situation. Maybe if he manages to swing his feet upwards and wrap his legs around the string, he might manage to climb back up.
"Wow, how did the spider end up caught in his own web?"
Peter's eyes dart to the person who stands leaning relaxed at the doorframe of the gym, eyebrows raised in silent amusement.
"Clint, can you please help me?"
There was a fifty percent chance to get out of this unharmed if Peter played it right. He puts on the most hopeful and pitiful expression he can muster, silently begging the archer to show mercy. The corner of Clint's lip curls into a smirk that leaves Peter wondering if he did wrong in asking Clint to help out everyone. Not that he had much variety to choose from.
"Those are some cute puppy dog eyes you've got there, kid," comments the man as he walks over to Peter. "Any idea how to get you out?"
"There is some solvent in my backpack."
Clint turns and collects the bag. He pulls it open and roams through it while stepping back to Peter.
"How did you even end up like that?" the archer asks before pulling a small vial from the back and showing it to the dangling teen, who nods in confirmation. At the question, Peter pulls a grimace.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
Clint looks up from the vial, a spark of interest glinting in his eyes. Catching on Clint's expression, Peter feels dread settling into the pit of his stomach. That had been the wrong answer.
"You don't want to talk about it?" asks Clint, and Peter keeps himself from whining as he watches the man putting the backpack down instead of helping him get the web off. The archer levels him with a knowing smirk, slipping the vial into his back pocket before crossing his arms over his chest. Peter knew that expression. He was 50% fucked.
"Care to explain what you mean by that?"
Peter didn't like how Clint's smile grew into a shit-eating grin as he tried pulling out an acceptable answer without adding fuel to the fire.
"Ehm, it's not that interesting, really. I wouldn't want to bother you with that story."
"I bet it was embarrassing," cuts Clint off, shifting his weight onto his right leg as he leans back, not looking like he's planning to help Peter anytime soon.
"Like I said, I'd rather not talk about it," mumbles Peter, avoiding the man's eyes. How the heck is he supposed to get out of this?
Clint was clearly enjoying this.
"I'll help you if you tell me what happened."
Yeah, no. Peter won't serve Clint high-class premium blackmail material of himself on a silver plate, thank you very much. Sensing the teen wouldn't spill, Clint let his hands fall as he stepped towards the teen, grin growing mischievous in a way that left the hairs on Peter's neck turn straight.
"Peter, I'm a trained spy and assassin. I have ways to make people talk. Now, do you want to tell me how you ended up like this?"
Peter knew Clint wouldn't hurt him, but the threat of what was about to come sent a shiver down his spine.
"Threatening teenagers now? That's low even for you, Barton," says Peter and tries to play the awful nervousness that spreads inside of him off, but Clint's trained eyes could read his unease like an open book. There was a reason Peter wears a mask when he fights. He sucks at keeping a straight face.
Clint chuckles before giving Peter a light push to the chest. The teen bites his lips as the spy's move acts like a reminder of the situation he's currently in, swinging helplessly back and forth, feet still hovering inches over the gym floor. His swinging stops with Clint grabbing the front of his shirt, keeping him from moving and simultaneously pulling him closer, bringing his mouth near his ear.
"Spill, little Spider," he whispers with a mock-threatening voice, but that was still enough to make Peter feel more than slightly on the edge. But he wouldn't back down now, not when the last shreds of his dignity are at stake.
"Over my dead body."
"Oh, Petey-pie," taunts Clint as he lets go of Peter's shirt, causing the teen to swing back. "I'll make you talk. Just you wait."
Peter eyes the man warily, who stretches his hand out, pressing it flat against his stretched-out midriff. He is left with no time to wonder what the archer was playing at when the fingers of the hand twitch suddenly, digging lightly into the flesh of his stomach. The movement makes him flinch violently, not expecting the ticklish spark shooting through his middle. His eyes dart up, ready to tell Clint to take his hand from him when he catches the man's expression.
He gulps.
Clint's face splits into an evil grin, and it dawns on Peter that the twitch of Clint's hand had not been an accident.
"What's gotten you so squirmy, Peter? You don't happen to be ticklish, do you?"
Flipping hell.
Clint knew exactly, how ticklish Peter was.
"That would be severely inconvenient, wouldn't it? You seem rather helpless right now."
Every muscle in the teen's body tenses at the words as his eyes are glued on Clint's hands that reach out for his sides.
"You can make this stop whenever you're ready," suggests Clint with the same shit-eating grin as before, hands around Peter's sides, ready to squeeze. Peter bites his lip to keep the tale-telling smile that threatens to slip onto his face in place. He could already feel Clint's fingers on his skin, knowing all too well what was about to come, and the anticipation was killing him. Clint seemed to know that too, the amused glint in his eyes making it harder for Peter to keep a straight face.
To Clint's credit, the spy gave him a few moments to change his mind before he started his attack.
The teen flinches as two hands tweak at his sides experimentally. A ticklish jolt ran through his whole body, and the muscles of his arms tensed up on instinct, but it didn't help make the squeezing that followed less ticklish.
"Are we trying to play tough?" teases Clint as he searches Peter's face for reactions, the latter biting his lips to keep from making noise. The chances of Clint stopping were low, but Peter's only hope was that the archer would get bored if he didn't break and let him go.
"Oh, Pete, you sure you want to do this? We both know how to get you to talk. All it takes is a little bit of this."
Peter didn't have time to wonder what kind of evil scheme the archer was planning. Even though his spidey sense warned him of something approaching, Peter couldn't do much in his current position but flinch like he got electroshocked when ten fingers unceremoniously dug into his rips. His facade crumbles instantly, loud laughter rolling from his lips as he flails around, trying to pull himself away from the wriggling diggets.
"Clihihhihihnt nohohohoh!" protests the teen through a wave of giggles before collapsing into himself when Clint claws at his stomach, vibrating his fingers into the sensitive area and sending the teen into a fit.
"Clint, yes!", teases Clint, mimicking Peter's high-pitched voice, grinning at the teen squirming helplessly under his tickling fingers.
"I didn't know our training included Spiderman."
Peter thanks whoever for getting a moment to suck in some oxygen when Clint lets up from him to glance over his shoulder.
"Oh, it doesn't. But I think training can wait. I have found something better than that."
"Something better than handing Sam his ass? I'm in."
Peter's head snaps up at the voices of the two newcomers. Peeking over Clint's shoulders, he catches sight of Sam and Bucky, clad in their training equipment, walking into the gym. His eyes fall back onto Clint, whose grin resembles a Cheshire cat when he sees Peter's expression and realizes who just joined them.
Now he was 1001% fucked.
Peter gulps when Bucky and Sam stand next to Clint, carrying similar amused but confused stricken expressions.
"Hell, how did you end up like that?" asks Sam, looking up at the string that keeps Peter in place. Clint pats him on the shoulder, shaking his head as if Peter were a lost cause.
"Don't try asking him. It seems there is some hot tea about how Pete-Pie ended up like this. Must be one hella funny story, but the squirt won't spill."
Sam snorts at Clint's words, eyeing the pitiful teen with a grin. The annoying bird-man found his predicament amusing and didn't even try to hide it.
"So you decided to torment him?"
Clint shrugs his shoulders as if the answer to that is obvious. Bucky crosses his arms, both metal and flesh bulging under his shirt at the movement as he gives a thoughtful look but not less amused than Sam.
"Why didn't you ask Friday if there is a video recording of it?"
At those words, Peter's eyes went wide. His reaction doesn't go unnoticed, and Clint's eyes sparkle at the realization that Bucky just found the answer.
Oh, hell no, he won't let that happen.
Before the spy can step into action, Peter all but shouts at the ceiling.
"Friday, activate protocol FTE-5!"
He waits with bated breath before Friday's voice echoes through the gym.
"Protocol FTE-5 is now activated."
The teen sags into himself in relief, chin leaning down onto his chest. That had been way too close for his liking. A finger pushes against his middle, making him flinch before looking up and into Sam's face, who looks down at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey now, what did you just do, kid?"
Sam squints at him.
"Nothing," Peter replies quickly, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the man. Clint eyes the teen hanging in front of him suspiciously. Peter didn't like the look he was receiving.
"Friday, is there a recording of what happened before I came in?" he asks without taking his eyes off Peter's face, the latter acting as if his shoelaces were the most fascinating thing he had seen all day.
"I am sorry Mr. Barton. I am not able to answer that question."
Bucky tilts his head. He glances at the teen, the latter focusing his eyes everywhere but at one of the three men.
"You did this."
Peter shakes his head, picture-perfect innocence written over his face.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
Clint's expression turns sour.
"Friday, what did Peter do fifteen minutes before?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Barton, that is classified information."
The three men stare at Peter with various degrees of bewilderment and amazement.
"You manipulated Friday? Is that what that protocol was about? Does Stark know about this?"
Peter didn't like how clammy his hands felt at the moment.
"I don't know what you mean. Friday sounds alright to me," answers Peter, voice a pitch higher than usual.
Sam scoffs and throws his hands up, mumbling something about kids and the Internet these days while Bucky studies the nervous teen.
"What is protocol FTE-5, Peter?"
Peter presses his lips into a tight line, not going to lose a single word about it. He would take that information to his grave.
Protocol FTE-5 is the result of him spending more than half of his time with the Avengers, worst of all, Tony Stark. He should probably mention that he loved working together, but there was only so much teasing a sixteen-year-old could take from his literal idol before he combusts. Tony had developed the habit of using Friday to enjoy himself on Peter's behalf. He let the AI record some of Peter's embarrassing moments in the lab or during their fights and play them whenever Peter was too annoying. At first, it had been funny, but after some time, Peter realized with shock that he did a lot of dumb stuff that shouldn't, under any circumstances, be presented to a broader audience, and with that, he means anyone other than Mr. Stark. To avoid getting killed by finding a way for the ground to swallow him whole after embarrassing himself again, Peter decided to take matters into his own hands. Thus, Protocoll FTE-5 was born.
"You know I like you, Peter, but that's dramatic even for you. Hacking into Friday and putting in a protocol to delete every recording Friday did of you in the last thirty minutes? Isn't that a major safety threat?" had asked Ned during one of their decathlon meetings, words whispered behind his hand.
"You don't understand, Ned. I'll die if things continue like this!" Peter had been nothing but serious about the matter. Getting reminded by Tony through video clips of himself that he kind off blew up the lab three times in one week was stressing him out more than he liked to admit, even though he knew Tony was only poking fun at him and not mad.
Ned had given him a skeptical look before he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.
"What does FTE even stand for?"
Peter had given him his most serious expression.
"FTE - Fuck, that's embarrassing."
He had to admit, Ned's disappointed look kinda hurt his pride. He thought the name was good.
"That name is embarrassing. You are acting like a baby, Parker."
MJ had stood behind the two and rolled her eyes before throwing a ball of paper against his head to get his attention back into the meeting, leaving him with a beet-red face and his head in his hands. Ned had leaned over, poking his head with a pen to see if his friend was still alive.
"The name fits. That was really embarrassing."
Peter had wanted to die.
So, no, he wouldn't talk about it. Ever. Nothing could bring him to spill.
"We are back to not talking again? Well, tough luck, Parker. While I'm capable of mercy, I know someone who doesn't register that word in his dictionary." Clint tilted his head towards Bucky, who was sporting a menacing grin on his face.
Okay, Peter, don't let them intimidate you. They will let up if things get boring. At least, that is what he tries to tell himself as he holds his chin high, leveling Barton with a challenging smile.
"You're saying Bucky is illiterate?"
Sam honest to god, snorts at Peter's words and claps a hand onto Bucky's shoulder as he bends over, laughing into his fist. Although the joke is on Bucky, the ex-assassin's composure slips ever so slightly as a twitch of his lips upwards shows he was just as amused as Sam.
Clint, on the other hand, is for once lost for words. It doesn't happen often, but Peter just managed to leave the quickwitted spy flustered.
"I did not-, Bucky's is not-, oh, you know what, you'll regret that, kid."
Maybe sassing at Clint while dangling with bound wrists from the ceiling hadn't been his wisest idea. A nervous smile wound a way on Peter's face when Clint stalks over with a scowl, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.
"Hey, how about we talk this out? Clint, please?"
If looks could kill, Peter would have died three seconds ago. Clint's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Oh, we will talk. After I'm done with you."
Oh my god, now he was utterly fucked. Like, absolutely inevitably fucked.
"You don't have to do this Clint, serious-NOHOHOHOHOHO!"
Peter violently pulls at the string holding him in place, a scream ripping from his mouth before a burst of hysterical laughter fills the entire gym. Fueled by the strong reaction, Clint continues digging his thumbs into Peter's exposed armpits.
"CLIHIHIHIHINT! PLEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAP!"
"What's wrong, Peter? Where is all of that sass now?" mocks the archer before he changes from using only his thumbs to all of his fingers to scratch and scribble along the sensitive pits, earning him a shriek and lots of bucking as Peter desperately tries to do anything to get the fingers away from his skin. Oh my god, it tickled so bad Peter thinks he's growing mad. The fingers dig into all his worst spots with deadly precision, rendering him into a squealing and widely kicking mess in mere seconds.
"Seeing this with my own eyes, I would almost conclude that he's ticklish," heard Peter Sam say over the sound of his laughter.
"What makes you think so?" asks Bucky with feigned surprise as the two just stand there, observing how Clint absolutely wrecks Peter. Peter doesn't know why their casual teasing causes him to grow even more embarrassed than he already was, but he feels his already reddened face heat up even more.
"Clint, I think you should let Mr. Tomato over here breathe. The kid looks like he's about to burst."
To his immense relief, the fingers retreated shortly after Sam's comment, giving Peter time to suck in precious air. He was panting, arms aching from straining himself in the unfavorable position. When his breathing calmed down and he didn't feel like his heart was about to burst from his chest, Peter dared to glance up. Nervousness washes over him as he realizes that the three men had been watching him collect himself.
"So Spidey, you think you can last against three Avengers?" asks Sam as he steps closer, a predatory grin on his face. The hair on his arms and neck stands up when Bucky starts moving. The taller man walks around him until he stands out of his vision, but Peter can feel him hovering over him from behind, and the knowledge does nothing but send his senses on edge.
"Are you ready to talk yet, Peter? If not, you don't see it, but Bucky here is ready to get into interrogation mode," informs Sam with a sadistic glee in his eyes. As on command, a pair of hands come into view, hovering just above his stomach, and Peter bites his lips, trying to keep the smile down that's forcing its way on his face. The hands begin to inch closer, barely hovering over his tummy, and Peter sucks his stomach in, trying hard to keep it together. When the hands shot forward, fingers wriggling tauntingly but not actually touching him, Peter's resolution breaks. He is immensely embarrassed by how quickly he crumbles.
"Get awahahahahy from mehehe!" squeezes Peter out between his panicked laughter. Clint grins in amusement, watching the squirming teen from the sidelines, giving Sam and Bucky a chance to have their fun but not leaving a moment to poke fun at Peter.
"He hasn't even started, kid. You won't last a minute, but you can make him stop now. You simply have to spill your dirty little secrets."
The three men wait, but Peter stubbornly shakes his head, not giving in.
"Well, we tried it the easy way. Bucky, go on."
Clint grins at the way the kid's eyes grow wide as the hands start coming into contact with his middle, and begins ruthlessly tickling him.
"NAhahahah BUHUHUHUCKY DOHOHON'T!"
He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut tightly as an assault of ticklish sparks shout right from the place Bucky's fingers dig into his skin into his brain, leaving him in stitches.
"Let's take this up a notch." Sam grins and walks over to the screeching teen, ready to join the party. Peter's eyes shoot open as he feels a second pair of hands beginning to tickle him, seizing his hips and giving them a quick succession of well-timed squeezes. The feeling of four hands tormenting him became unbearable quickly. Peter's body acts on its own when he tensed his arms and pulled his feet up towards his chest. Before Sam could register what was happening, a pair of thin but strong legs closed around him, catching and trapping his arms against his waist and rendering him immobile.
"How did you manage that?" asks Bucky from behind Peter with amusement as he catches Sam's predicament.
"Come on, Peter. Let Sam go. You should stick to catching bank robbers or flies and not birds."
"Thehehere are spidehehrs thahahat cahahtch bihihirds!"
"Alright, nerd," teased Bucky and rolled his eyes before he claws with his right hand into Peter's ribcage while the other scratches teasingly into his exposed armpit.
"No, no, no, Buhuhuck, pleahahase dohohn't!"
"Let him go, and I'll stop," he suggests, tone playful.
"Youhu're lyhyhying!"
"Oh, how did you know?" asks Bucky, smirking and kneading into the kid's lean sides, earning more trashing and shrieking.
"Bucky, stop tickling him for a moment. I think he's going to break my spine at this point."
Sam pulls a grimace as Peter's legs squeeze tighter around his middle with every second.
"I think I can help with that."
Clint approaches the man, glancing over Sam's shoulder at Peter.
"Peter, let go of Sam."
Peter shakes his head violently, not thinking about giving Sam another chance to attack him.
Clint lets out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders.
"You leave me no other choice, kid."
Clint stands behind Sam and glances down where Peter's legs close around the man's midriff. He reaches out and quickly scribbles his fingers over the soles of the teen's feet. With a high-pitched shriek, the legs let loose, and Sam was about to let out a sigh of relief when a foot came in contact with his chest and sent him flying back a few meters.
"Shihihit! Sohohohrry Saham!"
He hears Bucky let out a shocked but not less amused laugh.
"You should wear shoes in the gym, Peter. Bruce or Tony will kill you if they find out you walk around here in just socks."
"I wahahas juhuhst testing out my geahahahar."
"Still, that's dangerous. Something could happen to your feet."
Clint reaches out to catch one of the flailing feet to give it a quick tickle, but Peter sees it coming and pulls them quickly close to his chest, scowling at the man as threateningly as he can while laughing his head off. It wasn't very threatening.
"Leahahahave them alohone, Clihint!"
Clint puts his hand up defensively, carrying a smirk on his face. "Okay, okay. No need to pull a Sam on me, kid."
"Hey!" shouts Sam from his place on the ground, grimacing as he rubs his chest.
"Clint's right, that's still dangerous," comments Bucky, and it drives Peter mad how the three were talking this causally while the ex-assassin did everything that leaves Peter laughing his head off.
"I dohohon't wear shohohes in the suhuhit eithehheher!" he protests as well as he could.
Sam frowns at that when he comes to a halt next to Clint, sending Peter a disapproving glance. "Don't let the public hear that. I can already see CPS getting sent after us. Excuse me, your enhanced spider toddler doesn't wear shoes while fighting DoomBots. We need to do a home visit. "
"I ahaham nohohot a toddlehehrr!" growls Peter, glaring at Sam.
"You are not? I'll bet I can make you sound like one."
Before Peter can ask what Bucky is talking about, a muscled arm wraps around him, finger hoking under the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. The arm stays wrapped around his chest, holding the shirt in place and exposing his middle to the cold air while simultaneously taking the last bit of room Peter had to move. He was now rendered completely immobile, and whatever Bucky was planning to do to him, Peter didn't know how much more he could take.
"Would you look at that? Is that a cute little tummy that begs for attention?"
Peter's eyes grew twice in size at the words and the tone of voice Bucky was using. Bucky cannot be serious about doing this.
"Does Pete-Pie's tummy want some tickles? Hmm?"
Peter didn't need to see the man's face to know he was wearing a massive shit-eating grin. If Peter had thought he had been embarrassed before, this was taking the meaning of being embarrassed to a whole new level. The worst thing about Bucky teasing him and talking to him like he was a three-year-old was the fact, that Peter couldn't shake off the nervous anticipation as he watched the metal arm creeping closer, fingers wriggling playfully just above his stomach.
"You still won't talk Pete-Pie?"
"Fuck off, Buhuhucky!"
Sam shakes his head as he watches Bucky messing with the kid.
"You see Barton, that is what I talked about earlier. I don't care about people telling me Spidey is a genius, that just now didn't sound very genius to me."
Clint grins at the words, shrugging his shoulders.
"Maybe he likes getting tickled?" he asks.
"Is that it, Pete? Do you like tickles? Like the little toddler, you are?" teases Bucky and starts scratching the tips of his fingers ever so lightly over his bare navel, causing Peter to scrunch his nose up as he tries to hold back the giggles that were building up in his throat. What Bucky did to him was nothing like the ruthless attacks from before. This was all gentle and teasing touches, dragging and wriggling fingertips lightly over his sides and stomach, searching for spots that made Peter twitch.
Peter was biting his lips, dreading to give Bucky the satisfaction of making any sound after getting humiliated like that, but the ex-assassin really knew how to fish for a reaction. It got harder and harder to keep the noises from escaping as the fingers wandered upwards, dangerously close to his ribcage. Catching onto the way the body in his arm tenses up, Bucky's smirk grows even wider, and he pulls his hand away, creating a false sense of security before he brings his head closer to Peter.
"I found your weak spot, little Spider," he growls into the teen's ear, and his hand shoots up, pressing his fingertips under the highest of Peter's ribs, and vibrating his hand but not in a ruthless manner from before. It did create just the effect he had gone for, breaking the last of Peter's walls down, and soon high-pitched giggles poured out of the teen's mouth. A wide grin splits Peter's face, and the childlike giggles cause the three men to grin at the sound filling the gym. As much as they liked teasing Peter, they all had to admit that his high-pitched giggles were nothing but adoring.
"Sure, you're sixteen and not three, Peter?"
Peter couldn't form an answer, too busy giggling his head off as the claw-like hand started vibrating into his belly, sending ticklish waves through his whole body. He could feel the heat in his head spreading down to his neck and chest, and he probably looked more flustered than ever before. The worst thing was that Bucky didn't seem to even think about stopping anytime soon, and Peter felt close to giving up.
"Okay, Gentleman, as fun as tormenting the kid is, we will end this here."
Peter had never felt more relieved to hear Tony's voice before. He listens half-heartedly as the man approaches the group before coming to a halt in front of him, glancing at him with a twitch of his lips.
"You're still alive."
"Just peachy, Mr. Stark."
"Good. Because I have a few things to discuss with you, Peter."
Peter catches himself as the string of web is cut and catches sight of Bucky, Clint, and Sam exiting the gym while Tony beckons him to follow him to one of the benches standing at the side.
Peter sits down while Mr. Stark pulls out one of the extra vials with the solvent for the web fluids. He holds his still bound together hands out, waiting for the man to spray the solvent and free him when he gets pushed back onto the bench.
"Mr. Stark?" asks Peter, staring wide-eyed at the man who had pushed him down.
"Oh no. You are not off the hook yet, Parker."
"I don't know what you are tal-"
"Ah ah ah," interrupts Mr. Stark and presses his finger against Peter's lips to keep him from talking.
"Care to explain why you hacked into Friday, Peter."
Oh fuck.
"Not the words I would use, but that sums it up well enough."
Peter didn't mean to say that out loud. He gulps when Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain himself.
"These three didn't manage to, but I know how to make you talk, Peter. Don't let it come to that," warns Tony and places a hand on Peter's stomach, keeping him from getting up.
"You saw all that?"
"This is my tower kid. What did you expect?"
Now Peter was seriously fucked.
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I love your page! It makes me so happy 💕💕 can you do a Drabble of the little wakes up cranky and her daddies try to figure out why. They finally have enough and they punish her. Fluff, angst with some aftercare 🥺
Hi there love! 💜
Thank you i'm so glad you feel that way! Thank you for the request, I hope you like how i turned it ❤️
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Warnings : Cranky little reader, dark punishement, cuffed little reader, aftercare, fluff, angst, confuse daddies at the start
Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : You miss your stuffie ever since you lost him. So when you got to see him in your dream you were so happy. Unfortunaly for you, someone whoke you up and set a bad mood in you at the same time + first time meeting Bucksie 💜
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Your daddies smile down at you. They always found you cute, the cutest person they ever lay eyes on, the way you giggle almost all day, the way you always have something to say make them the most happy men in the world.
So when they look down at you and see you smile in your sleep, they can't help but let grow the big grin on their lips. The corner of your mouth almost touch your ears and it's not something they see every days since what happened.
Your Daddy slides his fingers down your hair and watch you getting out of your sleep. Your Papa slides his hand on your back. Their eyes don't leave you as you blink a few times to get over the light, you whimper and hide your face in your pillow making your daddies chuckle "good morning, sweetness"
You groan in protest and feel a hand sliding down your back "it's time to get up" Your Papa says and you groan again in protest. Steve looks up at Bucky with a frown, you never act like this when you have to get up. It's always easy to get you out of bed because you're always excited to spend the day with your daddies. Bucky gets your hair out of your face "what is it, baby ?" he gently asks
You whine and throw his hand away making them frown more "okay, I can see you have a probleme with something but it's not a reason for slapping our hand away. You can't slap people, even if it's just a hand. You don't do that. And you know that" Bucky says and you whimper in answer
"do you want to talk about it ?" Your Papa asks but you shake your head. Bucky nods "alright then let that attitude apart for when you're alone and get up. Breakfast is ready" He says before standing up and walking out of the bedroom. You sniff and lift your head from the pillow when you hear your Daddy walking away. You turn your head to look at your Papa to see what expression he has
"Come on" he stands up and nods at the door. You get up from the bed, your head looks down at your feet. You ignore the hand your Papa gives you and walks out of the bedroom without waiting for him.
Steve sighs and walks behind you. When he walks downstairs, he sees Bucky sitting at the dinner table and sees you walking to your chair. Bucky looks behind him and watches as Steve rolls his eyes at you. You saw that and it hurt you to see that.
Yes you're in a bad mood but why they act like that ? It's mean and it hurt you. Another thing who will help your mood getting lower than right now.
You feel your lip trembling as you lower your eyes back to the ground so no one can see your vulnerable reaction. You sit on your chair and wait for your daddies to give you your breakfast. You play with your fingers as you remember your dream, your favorite dream and the best you've ever had.
Why did they had to woke you up ?
"Here" Steve says and slides a plate at you. It smell good, really good but you don't care. You don't look at your breakfast, you don't say thank you, you just look at your fingers. "eat" Bucky's deep voice ring around the room.
You pout but doesn't budge. You hear one of them sighing. You cross your arms against your chest and rest your back on your seat. Bucky rolls his eyes again and learns forward "what's wrong ?" he asks. You can clearly hear the annoyance in his voice making you more upset.
Steve rests a hand on his husband's arm "can you talk to us, sweetie ?" he asks learning forward too "please" His voice is gentle and it make you look up at him. You have tears in your eyes but it doesn't get you to talk to them. You keep your position and you just stare at them
Bucky's face has no expressions, you don't look at him because he intimidates you more than your Papa when you annoy him. "is something happened ?" he adds but sighs when he gets no answers. Bucky pushes the plate more toward you and look at you in the eyes making you feel small "eat. I won't repeat myself again"
You narrow your eyes and grab the plate before throwing it on the ground. Your Daddy doesn't lose times and stands up, he walks toward you and grabs your arm tightly. You let out a cry as he drags you upstairs. Steve is close behind you.
You sobs and try to pull away but he's a lot stronger than you so you can't do anything against him. And when he's mad, it's worst
He kicks the door close with his foot and pushes you on the bed. You watch as he walks to the closet. You stop crying for a second, it's the time it took you to understand what will happen, and then your cries go harder and louder. You look at your door to try to soften your Papa but he isn't here
He lets you alone, with your Daddy.
Bucky comes back to you with handcuffs in his hand. He stands at the end of your bed, he whistles and points at his feet when you gazes him. You shake your head 'pwease" you sob but it just make him roll his eyes. He does the same movement but more harshly and you know you don't have a choice
You stand up on shaky legs and walk to your Daddy. He gives you a nod, telling you to sit down. You sat on the floor and put your back against the end of your bed. You watch as your Daddy kneels infront of you and grab your wrist. He pins it against the bar of the bed and handcuff your wrist at the bed
Then he stands up and walks out of the room without saying anything, without one look, without anything. He was cold and distant with you, it break your heart.
He lets you here, crying, yelling for help, yelling your excuses. You don't know how many times you will stay there but you know it'll be a long time
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"shouldn't we go check on her ?" Steve asks worried. You've been up there all day, your Daddy only went to your room to give you your food and water but that's all. Even if you were talking to him- or trying to talk to him, with your sob it wasn't clear at all, he wouldn't say anything to you, not a word, not one look, just like in the morning
He hates it. They both hate it. And Steve can't be like that with you, that's why it's Bucky who do have to do it. Even if he hates it, he has to. Sometimes it's the only way
Bucky sighs and nods his head. They walk upstairs and wait at your door. You're still sobbing making your daddies more worries. Bucky goes downstairs to grab a glass of water while Steve opens your door.
The sight he has infront of him break his heart. You're still on the ground- obviously. Your head is against the end of your bed and your eyes are close as the sobs leave your mouth. He walks toward you and and kneels infront of your trembling body. His hand caresses your cheek to wipe away the wet tears.
You open your eyes at the contact, your eyes are puffy and your face is red from the crying. Your Papa's eyes soften "how are you feeling, sweetness ?" he asks even if he knows the answer. He just want to hear your voice. He needs it.
You sniff and shake your head "I sowwy" you cry, through your cries your Papa can hear your groggy and tired voice "I don wanna be hewe anyore" you cry and your Papa nods "I know sweetie, I know. That's why we're here" he says and wipe your tears away. "Let me move this handcuff"
He grabs the keys and opens the thing who keep you attached on the bar of the bed. You bring your hand toward you but have a hard time moving it. "Let me rub it better" he says and lifts you up. Your body harsh from being on a sitting position for so long.
Your Papa lies on the bed, his back against the wall at the head of your bed and rests you in between his legs. Your head is against his shoulder and he gently grabs the hand who was cuffed. He kisses your hand and your wrist before rubbing it to threw away the pain.
You whine at the sudden kindness but the comfort words of your Papa helps you relax. The sound of the door make you flinch and you hide your face in your Papa's chest "it's okay, sweetie. It's just Daddy" he whispers sliding his fingers down your hair.
Bucky sats beside Steve on the bed and gives you the glass of water "here, drink it baby. You need to rehydrate" You look up at him and shyly grab the glass. You bring it to your lips and swallow one or two times before giving it back to him "tell me when you want more"
You rest your head back on your Papa's chest and close your eyes. Bucky looks down at you with guilt. He hates doing this to you but he had to. Maybe he waited too long to come to you after the punishment but they're here now.
he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist "it's okay, we're here now, baby. You did so well. We're so proud of you" Your Daddy says smiling down at you. You open your eyes and look up at him through your lashes "do you want to tell us what happened this morning ?" he gently asks
His voice isn't the same as this morning, the way he looks at you isn't the same as this morning. He isn't the same as this morning and it reassure you. You were scared he wouldn't be the same after the way he was with you but he is. He will always be the same with you
You nod and your Papa turns your around so your feet are on your Daddy's laps while your side is against your Papa's chest. Bucky starts to rub your feet for comfort you and at the same time warm them up.
You look down at your fingers and start talking "I sad" you whisper ‘’why, babydoll ?" Bucky asks as he and Steve look down at you "i dream 'bout Noopy. I miss her"
"I know you miss her, sweetness. You loved her and it's hard since you lost her. It was your favorite stuffie" Steve says kissing your temple "was it because you missed her that you acted that way ?"
You nod "and caute i saw her y my dweam. I wanted to tay wis her" you whisper feeling your eyes watering again. Bucky sighs "I know you miss her a lot and I understand you wanted to stay with her in your dream but when it's time to woke up, you need to get up. You can always find her back at night. But it's not a reason to act like that, even if i understand" He says and then kisses your nose.
You sniff and nod "i sowwy" you really are
Your Daddy nods "I know, beautiful. I know" he says rubbing your feet. Steve looks down at you "How about we go in the living room and watch a movie before bed time ?" he proposes. You look up at Bucky to know if he's okay with it and he nods down at you with a wink
A tiny smile is showing on your lips and you shyly nod "otay" Steve chuckles along with Bucky. Your Daddy lifts you up and carries you downstairs on his hip following by Steve. He sats down on the bed and when Steve is on the couch beside you, you climb on his laps. You put your feet on your Daddy's laps and wiggle your toes so he can rub your feet again
Your Daddy's frown turn into a smirk and he laughs "little sneak" he teases wiggling his fingers on your soles making you giggle hard. Steve chuckles at your squirmy form. Bucky stops his torment and kisses your toes before rubbing your feet like you wanted
You rest your head on the armest and Steve lifts your shirt and starts caressing your belly, knowing it's the thing who help you calming down and feeling good. "We have a surprise for you, sweetness"
You look up at your Papa and catch your Daddies sharing a look before looking back down at you. "we know you miss Noopy but we have something who might help you" He smiles down at you and gives you a new stuffie "it's Noopy who let it at our door. There were a card on it writing by Noopy. She said she needed you to take care of him while she was away. She said he will looks after you all the time and you'll have good times with him"
You grab the stuffie and smile "love him" you say and bring him to your chest. Bucky chuckles "do you know how you will call him ?" he asks. You look at your new friend and think for a second "Bucksie" you smile
"Why ?"
" 'cause he loots lite you two" you say and you bring him back toward your chest.
Steve smiles lovely at Bucky who sends him back the same smile
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Can you write Bucky Barnes x little reader where he playfully tickles her with his mouth (kisses, raspberries, gnawing/biting)?
mouthed and dangerous
masterlist
18+
wc: ~460 words
warnings: lots of kisses! ticklish reader, fluff, deep questions about birds.
a/n: get it? like ‘armed and dangerous’? hehe
pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader
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“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”
Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”
You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.
“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”
“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.
“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”
If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.
“Does it now?”
“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your squeal cut off the rest of that sentence.
Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.
He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.
Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.
“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”
He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”
You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.
Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”
Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.
“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.
A beat of silence passed.
“Just one,” you said, nervously.
He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.
“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”
You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”
Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”
#bucky x little!reader#daddy!bucky x little!reader#gn!little!reader#mafia!bucky x little!reader#mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader#drabble#fluff#tickles#tickling#sfw regression#agere fic#littlespace fics#mouthed and dangerous#mouthed-and-dangerous#toosh writes#i hope you like this anon!#i wish it wasn’t so short but thats just how the cookie crumbles#requests
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hi is it ok if i can request a bucky x sibling reader fic where they’re watching a movie and the reader starts to get bored so she starts to poke bucky’s side even though he tells her to stop, when she continues to poke him he decides he’s had enough so he just tickles her, plus with raspberries and/or nibbles?
“Stop…” Bucky warns, grabbing your hand with his and interlocking your fingers to keep you from poking him. You were both snuggled on the couch watch a movie. You take your hand away with a small whine and let it drop over the seat of the couch.
It was a perfect afternoon. The compound was quiet, which was rare, the weather was perfect; nice and cold, and you and your brother were spending some quality time together. It was perfect. But then boredom hit you. So you decided to mess with Bucky to pass the time. You always enjoyed annoying him. He’s fun when he’s mad.
You quickly attack him with squeezes to his sides, one foot on the floor so you can easily escape. Bucky laughs and let’s you tickle him for a couple more seconds before grabbing your wrist. With a squeal, you try to take off, but it’s like pulling against chains.
With a smug smirk, he pulls you into his lap sideways and lifts up your shirt to blow a series of raspberries on your belly. “WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAP!”
“Nope!” He teased, blowing another raspberry, rubbing his stubble into you.
“OHOHOHOWWWW YOURE HURTING MEEE!” You slapped at his head, pulling his hair.
“Oh, stop acting like it hurts….and stop acting like this isn’t what you wanted!” He smirks, lifting you up and rubbing his stubble in your neck and playfully nibbling it, making you scream.
“AAAH! HEHEHEE! WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME TICKLE YOU?”
“Cause I’m your brother, and that wouldn’t be very brotherly of me to just let you get away with that.” He smiles, reaching and grabbing a hold of your knees, relishing in the sound of your scream.
He was just getting started.
#avengers#marvel#marvel mcu#ticklish!reader#marvel tickle#avengers tickle#tickle fluff#tickle fic#bucky barnes#bucky tickles reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#tickle fight
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Ticklish Trainee
A/N: First story for a while. Short but sweet so hope you like it!
Word count: 577
Summary: Wanda uses your weakness against you.
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You flop down on the sofa, groaning into a cushion, which makes Wanda giggle.
“What’s up, doll?” She asks, stroking your hair.
“Barnes.”
“Ah,” Wanda grinned, “upped the pace, did he?”
“He seems to think I’m on his level. I can’t compete with that beast,” you rolled onto your back and groaned again.
“Well he must think you’re more capable than you think.”
“Not true. I’ve seen him big up Sam even though Sam is nowhere near his level.”
“Don’t let him hear that,” Wanda giggled again. “Do you want to switch training partners? Maybe Steve is a better choice?”
“Steve is worse. All I have to do is poke the punching bag and he’ll ask if I hurt myself.”
“But you could really injure yourself from a single poke!” Wanda gasped.
“Shut up,” you chuckled.
“No but seriously! Imagine the damage!” Wanda exaggerated, poking your sides to make a point.
“Hey! Stop that!” You squirmed.
“Not until you prove your worth,” Wanda pinned you to the sofa and started squeezing your sides and ribs. You arched your back and cackled.
“NOHOT FAHAIR!”
“Villains aren’t fair. Now come on Y/N, try and fight me!”
You thrashed your arms around trying to push her off but she wouldn’t budge. Instead, she grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head and nuzzled her face into your neck.
“WHOA HEHEY NOHO!” You squealed. Wanda’s laugh sent further vibrations to your neck and you kicked your legs in response.
“Ooh bad spot?” Wanda blew multiple raspberries on your neck whilst letting go of your wrists to tickle your armpits. You screamed and thrashed but her bodyweight kept you pinned.
“Cootchie cootchie coo…” Wanda teased in your ticklish ear. Seeing her laugh at your reactions somehow made everything 10x more ticklish. She sat back up to claw at your tummy and sides which made you buck.
“AHAHAHA NOHOT THERE!” You screamed as she kneaded your hips. But she just smirked at you as she continued tickling.
“Do you mind not killing my trainee?” A voice came from the door.
Wanda stopped and you both looked over to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe.
“I just wanted to see if she could protect herself. But I think we know the answer…” she squeezed your side again and you shrieked.
“Y/N…you’ll never get anywhere if you’re this ticklish,” Bucky sighed but a hint of a smile formed on his lips.
“I can’t help it!” You protested.
“Alright well we’re gonna have to train you out of it,” he replied.
“How?”
“By tickling you until you become immune..” he nodded at Wanda and she turned back to you, smirking evilly.
“Nononononono…” you protested but Wanda had already gone back to tasering your ribs.
You were so distracted by that sensation that you didn’t even notice Bucky sit on your legs.
“WHAT THE F-” you screamed as Bucky tickled your feet. Wanda laughed at your shock and the two of them tickled you in every weak spot they could find until you physically couldn’t take anymore.
“Alright sprout,” Bucky got off of your legs, “See you tomorrow in the training room. You’re gonna need to rest before I get you again…my ticklish trainee,” he winked and your heart fluttered.
Wanda got off you too and pulled you in for a cuddle.
“Oh Y/N, you are so screwed..” she chuckled.
You giggled, knowing full well you were going to enjoy training from now on.
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hi!! so i rly wanna start writing tk fanfics but i am. a wee bit embarrassed so i’ve been lurking for the past two years on this silly little blog 💔💔💔 BUT IM HERE NOW‼️
idk where to start with writing to be completely honest! last time i wrote fanfiction was in.. middle school. we don’t talk about it.
but now it’s time for introductions: hi!! I’m Red :)) or Tomato. or whatever you wanna call me, i don’t have a preference! the username is definitely inspired by the fact that. i. get. flustered. way. too. easily. like it’s lowkey a problem but ANYWAYZ
like i said i’ve been lurking in the tickle community for a while but i’ve never actually talked about it? I’ve literally told two people about it ever- and they were my past partners 🤡 they just thought it was weird though, so i’ve been quiet about it ever since. but i’m so glad that there’s a community of people like me :)
i’ll probably be writing for mostly marvel characters! i recently watched all of the marvel films starting in 2022 (late i know) and i’ve fallen in love with them all. my autism goes CRAZY with these silly traumatized characters <3 I specifically love Bucky Barnes and Loki, so those two will probably be the main targets. I also will probably write mostly X Reader fanfics, purely because.. self insert (cries)
but yeah! hope i can make some friends on here!!
#marvel tickle fic#tickle fanfic#bucky barnes x ticklish!reader#ler!loki#lee!reader#dheifvekhfkebfkr
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Tickletober Day 6: Cuddles
fandom: marvel
word count: 1,080
pairing: bucky x reader (established relationship)
summary: cuddling with bucky after a rough day leads to something else
Sometimes all you needed after a long, hard day was Bucky.
Training to keep up with the rest of the team took a toll on you both physically and mentally, but it was always worth it when you finally got into the field to show off the new skills Natasha had shown you. So for now, you’d suck it up and work hard and think about how much your body hurt after the session was over.
You drank the remainder of your water, wiped your sweat off with a towel, and made way back to your room to clean yourself properly. You had already made up your mind about inviting Bucky over to cuddle and watch a movie with you, so when you opened your bedroom door to find him already lounging on your bed, you dropped your things onto the floor and rushed over to him in excitement.
“Buck!” You shouted, jumping on your bed and wrapping him up into a hug. “I missed you!”
Bucky laughed, repositioning himself so his arms were around you and his face wasn’t being smushed by your shoulder. “You saw me at breakfast!”
“Yeah, but that was hours ago,” You pulled back to admire his face, smiling when his eyes shifted to your lips for just a millisecond. You chuckled, surging down to kiss him chastely. “Wait for me while I shower? I’ll be quick.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” He replied as he nudged his nose with yours, his eyes glazing over. “Go, you’re sweaty and you stink.”
Gasping in faux offense, you pushed off of him and towards your bathroom, grabbing a set of pajamas on the way. “Words cut deep, Bucky. You owe me after that.”
“I think I have something in mind,” He grinned. “But you gotta smell like lavender.”
“You are the worst,” You pointed at him accusingly, but a smile couldn’t help but form on your face. Before Bucky would retort back, you shut yourself in your bathroom to take the quickest shower possible.
It’s surprising how fast something can be done when you have an incentive to finish. You washed your hair and body in less than 10 minutes, drying yourself off before changing into something comfortable. You stepped back out into your room, eyes roaming when you didn’t see Bucky on your bed.
Your face fell slightly, but was replaced by pure shock when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.
“BOO!” Bucky yelled as he grabbed you. You made a loud squeaking noise at the surprised, growling and batting at his arms once the initial shock wore off.
“Bucky! That was mean!”
“It’s October, doll! I gotta scare you as much as I can,” He said, reaching his face forward to kiss you on the cheek. You grunted and rolled your eyes, wrenching yourself from his arms and climbing onto your bed.
“You owe me times 2, now, James,” You declared as you got situated under the comforter. Bucky followed your lead, sliding into the other side of the bed.
“Oh, using the first name on me, huh? You must be really mad,” He responded with that insufferable taunting lilt to his voice. The one that made you involuntarily smile. He slid down so that his head was on the pillow and he opened his arms for you. “Well, I have a way to make you forgive me. Come here.”
You crossed your arms across your chest, still leaning back against the headboard and not gratifying him no matter how much you wanted to. Bucky huffed and bit the inside of his cheek before sliding his arm around your waist. You knew exactly what he was planning before he even started.
“Don’t,” You ordered. Your tone wasn’t as serious as you’d wanted it to sound, but only because the two of you always played games like this and neither of you were ever truly angry or upset.
“Then, come here.”
When you still didn’t listen, Bucky’s fingers dug into your right side, causing you to arch into him to escape. You squealed and giggled, falling sideways straight into Bucky’s arms like he’d planned. You heard a triumphant Hmmph come from his throat when you’d given up and snuggled into him more comfortably.
His strong embrace pulled you closer to him with your head resting on his chest, and you sighed in contentment as you hugged him. Legs entangled together, it was what you’d been waiting for all day.
The silence between the two of you felt normal. Just enjoying each other’s company and listening to the rhythmic breathing and Bucky’s heartbeat. It was pure bliss and every day, you were caught off guard by the fact that Bucky was yours and you could do this whenever you wanted.
A light fluttering sensation across your ribcage pulled you from your train of thought; a ticklish grin coming to your lips. “Buhucky, what are you dohoing?”
“You know tickling you is my favorite thing in the world and now that I had a little taste of that wonderful giggle of yours, I need to hear more of it,” He answered honestly. You squirmed into him, obviously not trying your hardest to get him to stop. You didn’t mind it, especially when it was soft and light like this.
“Buhut, we were cuddling!” You protested, hiding your face in his shoulder.
“Yes, and look! We are still cuddling even though I’m tickling you. We’re killing two birds with one stone,” He teased. You let out a giggly groan and moved your arm so that your elbow was blocking the space he had, but Bucky put a stop to that by grabbing your hand with his metal one and pulling it across his abdomen so he had access to your entire right side. “No, no, you can’t hide from me.”
“Buhuck!” Your laughter pitched up now that you felt exponentially more vulnerable and you attempted to arch away from his wiggling fingers, but it only sent you closer to your assailant. “You owe me tihimes three nohohow!”
“Oh, I do, huh?” He sped up his tickling fingers, moving closer to the backs of your ribs where he knew you were extra sensitive and grinning smugly when your giggles turned into belly laughter and you buried your face deeper in his chest. “What about now?”
“TIHIHIMES FOHOUR!”
You just want me to keep going, don’t you, doll?”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. Bucky already knew by the way you were still in his arms.
#marvel#marvel tickle#mcu#augtickletober2022#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#tickle prompts#tickle drabble#sfw tickle fic#bucky tickle#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#tickletober prompts#tickletober2022#ler!bucky
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(still ticklish)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky, Steve
Anonymous said: I was thinking maybe Bucky doesn’t believe that he’s ticklish anymore and refuses to accept it and Steve tickles him and he’s actually more ticklish because of the serum?
Words: 400
Bucky sometimes hated that Steve knew how the serum had changed his body more than he did. Something something autonomy, something something unable to remember what Steve did, and whatever else.
But sometimes it was simply because it meant Steve was right when Bucky really didn’t want him to be.
(for petty reasons, obviously)
“I don’t think I am, though,” he was saying now. “Besides, you were way worse than me.”
“So I speak with authority on this.”
“Oh?”
Steve pointed at him. “Oh, no. No turning this on me.”
“But you made it so easy.”
“The point is. I’m pretty sure you’re still ticklish. Probably worse than before.”
“I was barely ticklish before.”
“We both know that’s a lie.”
Bucky huffed. So what if he mostly remembered wrecking Steve and chose to forget the times Steve, little skinny Steve, had managed to get him back. “How much worse can it be? Maybe it’s just like that for you.”
“You know there’s only one way to find that out, right?”
Bucky realized that, but the fact that Steve was much much stronger now made him nervous. “Or maybe we can just let it die.”
Steve grinned at him. “Scared?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at him in a way that made Bucky press his palm to Steve’s face to push him away. “Oh, shut up, of course not.”
“So this should be really easy then,” Steve said, shoving his hand off of him. “Stay still.”
“Steve, this is stupid- fuck off!”
But Steve didn’t fuck off. Instead he reached out and grabbed a hold of his sides, as if to hold him in place or turn him toward him, only he of course - of course - started squeezing at the flesh in a way that sent ticklish shocks through his whole body.
Bucky wasn’t prepared for his own reaction. In fact it kind of scared him how loudly he could shriek as a grown ass man.
“Still ticklish,” Steve concluded, not stopping but simply moving one hand upward to tease the skin beneath his chin, making Bucky lose control of his body (mmm, let’s not go there) and start thrashing, giggles pouring out of his mouth without his consent. “Oh, very ticklish. Definitely more than before.”
“Fuckin’ stop.”
“Wait, let me try something. Your armpits didn’t used to be ticklish, right?”
Reader, his armpits were now definitely ticklish.
(always had been, but shh)
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The best Christmas ever.
"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.
The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!
"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.
"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.
"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.
"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.
"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.
"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.
"...Right"
just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!
Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.
Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!
Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.
"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.
"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.
Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.
"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.
"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.
"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.
Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.
"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.
"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.
"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.
"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.
Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.
"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.
"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.
"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.
"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.
You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.
And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.
When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.
"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.
After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.
Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.
The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.
A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.
"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.
"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.
"Why?"
"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.
"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.
"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.
"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.
It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!
#tickle fic#marvel tickle#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ticklish ribs#bucky barnes#steve rogers#tony stark#natasha romanoff#clint barton#bruce banner#loki god of mischief#thor odinson#sam wilson#christmas fic#merry christmas#peter parker
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The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider
As you can read above, I've got a prompt. I took the liberation to alter it since I'm not comfortable writing "reader insert" fics, so here you go with some Bucky, Steve and Peter being dorks and bonding over snow I guess?
Summary: It takes some level of boldness to attempt a snowball assassination of Captain America and the former Winter Solider, but someone has to be the one to throw the first snowball and step onto the thin line that divides braveness from recklessness.
(Or, how Peter thought it would be fun to annoy two super soldiers)
"On your left!"
"You've got to be kidding me."
Bucky grimaces at Steve's voice penetrating his ear, breaking the peaceful silence. He blinks a straying snowflake out of his eye before glaring at the back of Steve's head. When did the punk catch up to him? He doesn't try to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at his friend speeding up to jog a few meters ahead, shoulders shaking in poorly hidden laughter. Bucky should have shoved Steve out of the cold and locked the door like Sam suggested when the other asked if he wanted to join him on the running track. The snow-covered running track, he might add. Bucky effortlessly catches up to Steve and shoves him, snickering as it causes the other to stumble, clearly unprepared for getting hit in the side by solid vibranium. Steve huffs, quickly collecting himself before starting to level up from his jog to straight-up running, passing Bucky but not without pushing him in retaliation.
Yes, they are very mature for their age.
"I liked you better before the serum. You've become a show-off, Steve!" shouts Bucky after him before he starts falling into a faster pace.
"Someone's gotta keep you in check, Buck," answers Steve, and Bucky frowns at the smug grin the blond's carrying. It is just like back then, Steve acting like a little prick. Not that he wasn't happy he could actually go for a run with his friend without the anxiety of an upcoming asthma attack sitting in the back of his mind. Steve just got a little too overconfident for Bucky's taste.
"Like the little punk he is," mumbles the man as he watches Steve running, probably sporting a grin like usual when he gets to pass Bucky. He played with the thought of running up and shoving the man into the piles of snow lying next to the running track. He decides against it. Being friends with the man for years, Bucky figures it would end up in petty revenge plotting, and he didn't want to spend much more time in the snow than he needed to.
"You're not sleeping, are you, Bucky?" teases Steve, still running in front of him. They are reaching the end of the track when Bucky feels the overwhelming need to throw a snowball at his friend's head. Bucky bends down mid-run and collects a handful of white fluff from the ground, skillfully forming a dense ball. He was acting childish, but damn it, his toes felt like they froze off. Steve deserves at least that for dragging him outside at six in the morning at 24,8 Fahrenheit. Just because he was frozen once doesn't mean he enjoys staying out in the middle of winter in the daytime when the sun decides to grace the horizon. The man straightens up, hand drawn back and ready to smack his little work of art against Steve's back of the head when someone beats him to it.
The ex-assassin's eyebrows shot upwards as he only caught the movement from the corner of his eyes. Before he could call for Steve to watch out, the snow projectile already hit its goal, the force great enough to let the ball crumple into pieces. Bucky grimaces in sympathy as a fair share of snow runs down the blond's neck and into his sweater, probably completing its mission to soak the backside of his shirt with icy water and causing it to stick against his skin in the most annoying way possible.
A thick silence settles onto the running track as Steve's hand slowly reaches upward to get the snow out of his hair and off his skin. Blue eyes cold as ice pin Bucky in place. Bucky finds himself backing away slightly.
"So that's how you like to play, sore loser," says Steve, but the glint in his eyes betrays the soft tone of his voice. Bucky let out a short cough. Not because he was trying to buy some time and avoid answering Steve.
It's not like he was intimidated by that punk or anything.
Bucky inconspicuously glances towards the compound, measuring the distance between himself and the entrance. He drags his eyes back to the blond.
"Steve, I swear that wasn't me."
Steve gives him a pointed look.
"And what's that?" the other asks, nodding towards him. Bucky looks down and draws his eyebrows together as he catches sight of his hand still holding onto the snowball.
Well, that certainly looks misleading.
"I know how this could come off as, but-"
"Good, we are on the same page then, Buck." interrupts Steve.
Bucky swallows as the blond starts pulling his sleeves up and going as far as to crack his knuckles. Oh, that dreaded smile. That smile tells you Steve Rogers wouldn't let go of this. Why did he have to befriend this punk again? If anyone asks, Bucky denies having taken a step back. He tries again to reason with his friend, squinting his eyes as Steve bends down to grab a fistful of snow.
"Steve, I didn't throw that thing."
"And I'm not about to push you face-first into the snow."
Bucky let out a frustrated groan. Steve was already closing the gap between them, and he wasn't close to taking a listen to his reasoning. It leaves Bucky questioning, where did that snowball even come from?
Bucky was too old to wrestle in the snow. Literally. Why did this kind of thing have to happen to him? The man holds his hands up in defense, ready to go and push the other off if he needs to, when another snowball flies at the pair of super-soldiers.
This time, it hits Bucky.
Right in the face.
The explosion of ice transforms into cold wetness trickling down his jaw, chin, and neck before sickering into the fabric of his training shirt as the snow melts instantly on his slightly above-human-average heated skin.
Without a word, he slowly reaches upwards and wipes the snow that has begun to melt out of his eyes. His face turns into a deep scowl as Steve's hearty laughter carries over to him.
"Stop laughing. I swear, I shove this in your face, Steve!"
Bucky narrows his eyes at the blond, still holding onto the snowball and contemplating throwing it in the blond's face but deciding against it. Before that, he has to figure out who would dare to throw a snowball at him. Bucky had to give the silent shooter credit. It took him a few moments to spot him. If it weren't for the slight color difference of the light gray accent on the guy's shoes, he wouldn't have spotted him in his thoroughly white outfit, blending in quite well into a blanket of snow. Successfully creeping up and keeping out of sight from not one but two trained super-soldiers was not an easy feat. Steve is busy chuckling when Bucky slowly puts a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Steve raises an eyebrow, and Bucky slowly turns his head, jerking it towards their silent visitor. His friend catches on quickly, and Bucky can tell by the minimal widening of Steve's eyes that the latter has spotted the hidden shooter. The two soldiers held a wordless exchange of glances and came to a silent agreement before Steve let the snow fall from his hands.
"Let's go back inside. It's too cold if we're only standing around."
"Sure. Wouldn't want you to turn into Stevie the Snowman."
Steve rolls his eyes before walking up to Bucky, sending him a silent nod.
They start walking, pretending to end their little workout, and leave the running track. Steve's eyes hang on the lump of "snow" lying next to the track as they approach from the side. When the two reached the same high as the uninvited visitor, Bucky's left foot took a side step, shifting as he twisted his hip, repositioning his body weight. In a split second, his metal arm shoots forward, throwing the snowball with all his might at the person lying in the snow. The two men watch with more fascination than surprise how the well-camouflaged figure rolls to the side with a shriek, snow-projectile hitting and leaving a rather impressive hole in the snow pile where the person's head had been a moment before. The previously silent attacker is quick on his feet. His move to the side brought a small distance between him and the soldiers before coming to a halt in an uncannily familiar crouching pose. The person who had successfully kept their identity hidden until now slowly raises their head. Steve's lips twitch upwards on instinct while Bucky narrows his eyes at the sight of brown curls hanging over equally brown eyes that sparkle in a mix of unmistakable mischief and amusement.
"Hey, Steve. Hi Bucky."
Peter has the nerve to give a small cheeky wave in their direction, still crouching and looking not an ounce apologetic. The two adults watch, with slight confusion, how the teen's positive expression changes into a frown, leaving the two adults confused about what could have caused the sudden change in Peter's mood. Bucky watches him slowly straighten from his position on the ground. He wants to roll his eyes as he feels Steve twitching next to him, the worry-wart. He can sense Steve's need to ask the kid what was wrong. Peter surprises them by drawing closer to them, towards Bucky, to be more specific, a frown still present on his young face. Before Bucky can react, Peter stands on his tip-toes and reaches his hand out to carefully peel a crumble of snow out of a stray set of Bucky's dark hair. Brown eyes narrow at the sight of the snow in his hands before they settle on Bucky. The teen tilts his head to the side, almost as if he were confused if it weren't for the minuscule twitch of his lips, giving his poorly hidden amusement away.
"Sorry, you've got some snow there. Steve got you good, huh?"
Bucky's fists clenched at the sound of suppressed laughter from the blond to his right. He elbows Steve in the side before he glances back, only to meet the face of a mischievously grinning Peter Parker. He swears that kid is full of shit. But Bucky will be the last to laugh today after he shoves that kid in the nearest snow pile. He feels a grin tugging on his lips at the panic taking over the teen's features as he strides forward, right into Peter's personal space, ready to grab him.
His plan doesn't work as the teen, in one swift movement, manages to dive under the incoming metal arm that took a swing at him. With ease, the vigilante emerges behind the older man, a winning grin painting his features. But the euphoria of escaping a pissed-off Bucky Barnes lasts only a moment. Bucky grins as the teen lets out a shout of surprise at the pair of very fleshy and muscled arms, almost tackling him to the ground.
The ex-assassin turns around, a taunt for the Spider sitting on his lips, but the words couldn't leave his mouth quick enough before the kid began moving again. Steve didn't know what was coming for him, as from one moment to the next, the Spider-Teen vanished from his vision by jumping up. Peter skillfully escapes the bear hug about to send him to the ground by leaping and pulling his feet up to his chest mid-jump, feet hovering over Steve's head for a moment. Steve grunted in surprise as a foot set down on his shoulder, and he could only glance up, catching a smug grin that the teen had to have learned from none other than Stark himself. Bucky could only watch how his best friend gets abused as the kid's personified springboard, Peter setting a foot down on Steve's shoulder and pushing himself forward to perform a neat somersault over the blond's head. The sheer force of the jump is enough to send Steve tumbling. While Steve takes a dive face-first into the snow, the teen lands with practiced ease on the balls of his feet, a self-satisfied grin on his face.
That little shit.
Peter's smug expression switches into shock-widened eyes and a surprised squeak getting pushed out of the teen as a metal arm slings around the back of his knees before a shoulder crashes into him. Gloved hands flail around before finding hold of the thick textile of Bucky's jacket as Peter tries to push himself off where he got thrown over the man's shoulder. A laugh escapes the teen, the latter involuntarily rendered in watching the world from upside down. Bucky unconsciously grins at the sound before he lets go of Peter's legs. He grabs the teen's jacket with both hands, ready to haul him into the snow. His hands are firmly on the teen's waist, pulling with strength, but, for some unexplainable reason, Bucky couldn't lift the boy. The body on his shoulder wouldn't move an inch, only shifting slightly along with the movement of his jacket. A short moment passes before Bucky tilts his head to get a look at Peter's face, eyes squinting with accusation.
"Are you sticking to me?"
The disgust in Bucky's voice sends Peter into a laughing fit, not having expected the sheer horror in the man's voice. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence from how much he was cackling while hanging over Bucky's shoulder, the latter still glaring at him. It wasn't easy to get a genuine reaction out of Bucky, the ex-assassin carrying a neutral expression most of the time if he wasn't scowling at someone or showing a smirk. The surprised tone of the super-soldier's voice, mixed with a spark of horror and disgust, had caught Peter off guard.
Bucky and Sam always reacted rather strongly at the display of Peter's most spider-like trait. Solely for that reason, he used his ability more than once just out of spite to annoy them. Their reactions are hilarious, and although they tell him to keep the "freakiness down a notch" while putting a hand over their chest in Sam's case and accusing him of trying to give them a heart attack, Peter finds himself not minding the teasing. As the youngest of the group, he often has to live with the jokes thrown his way. If sticking to the ceiling at three a.m. is a way to hand back some of their medicine, Peter gladly let go of the chance to get some sleep. The teen made it his challenge to get the two men used to his abilities, and if that meant he had to freak them out until they grew used to him sticking to stuff, then that's what he calls a win-win on his side.
"You, Peter Parker, aren't as innocent as you pretend to be."
That's what Mr. Stark had told him with an amused tug of his lips as he had to call someone to repair the hole in the living room, a keepsake from Peter's last little prank on Bucky.
Peter is still hanging over Bucky's shoulder, clinging to him with his hands efficiently sticking against the man's clothes. The latter can feel the teen shaking from laughter and shakes his head at the teen's antics with a little grin. "I'll get you off. Just wait, Parker," threatens the man playfully as he gives the body on his shoulder another experimental tuck. As expected, Peter wouldn't budge an inch, shaking his head at Bucky's words. Bucky rolls his eyes, having caught a glance at the large grin plastered over the teen's face. The kid was enjoying this way too much.
"Steve, get your frosty butt up. I need a little help here."
As soon as the words leave his lips, Bucky can feel the body on his shoulder stiffen. The man quickly fastens his grip on the teen. And he did so not too late because just a moment later, the struggle began. Bucky laughs. "What? Now, you don't want to stick close?"
He smirks as he hears Peter groan at his bad joke, the movement halting for a moment before it picks up again. Peter is pushing his hands against Bucky's back, trying to lift himself off. His movement grew more erratic, and Bucky raised an eyebrow. One glance at Steve gives Bucky an idea of why Peter's effort to escape is increasing tenfold. Steve frowns at the pair as he runs a hand through his short golden hair, wiping ice water and snow off. The blond had managed to climb out of the snow but gave off a comedic picture. Captain America covered from top to bottom in white, an unamused expression on his face.
"Do you want to go first, or should I?" asks Bucky Steve, his grin widening as he feels the kid's fingers curl into his jacket, holding on for dear life and probably fearing Steve's revenge. Knowing Steve, the latter would, despite getting kicked into the snow and laughed at, go soft on the teen but said teenager didn't know about that. Steve playfully scowls at Peter, hands on his hips and giving him the disappointed-Captain-America-PSA-look that the kid had probably seen too often during school.
"Hand the Spider over, Buck."
To the untrained eye, Steve looks convincingly pissed off, but Bucky could see past the stern facade. Steve is successfully messing with the kid. Said kid is easily fooled and starts pleading, nervousness dripping from every word, and Bucky notes with amusement that the hold on his jacket grows even tighter. The teen wasn't even realizing that clinging to Bucky wouldn't help him in any way.
"Steve? Come on, that was not that bad, right? You were frozen before. Stuck in a bit of snow is nothing new to you."
Steve wears an incredulous look on his face as he raises an eyebrow at Peter's words. He glances at Bucky, silently asking the man if he misheard or if Peter just added fuel to the fire. Bucky shrugs his shoulders. Peter seemed to realize that his nervous stumbling over words wasn't helping him out of this mess. Bucky has to put some strength into his hold on the teen, throwing Steve an amused grin at the teen wriggling like a worm.
"Whatever you're thinking of, please don't do it. Steve, I'm serious. Steve, no. Stop right there! Don't come closer!"
Despite his words and the evident panic in his voice, some nervous giggles are slipping between the teen's words. Bucky shakes his head at Steve, the latter wearing a stupidly wide grin as he draws closer, clearly amused by Peter's panicked rambling.
"Stay away, Steve!" shouts Peter as the blond reaches out for the squirming teen, ready to fling him into the snow. It's a good thing they are at the compound, far from the eye of the public, because the scene unfolding on the Avenger's training grounds would have drawn various headlines in the news. It was quite a sight, the former Winter Soldier holding an unknown teenage boy captive while Captain America tries prying said teen off of his shoulder.
"You're one sticky punk, aren't you?"
"Language, Bucky."
There is no real bite in Steve's voice, the blond too busy trying to avoid getting hit by a lanky arm that flails around while Peter tries to hold onto Bucky and simultaneously tries to push Steve away. Peter keeps shouting at Steve to leave him alone, threatening to stick to him if he gets too close, all the while laughing. His threats only last for so long before Peter lets out a yelp in surprise. His fingers let go of Bucky's jacket that was now lying on his lap, and he stared at it for a few moments, a puzzled look on his face. Peter slowly lifts his head, sitting on the snow-covered ground, dazed. His eyes fall onto Steve's and Bucky's faces. He swallows as the men smirk while looking down at him. In a blur of motion, Peter throws the jacket at its owner, successfully covering his head with it and earning a colorful curse. He uses the few seconds where Bucky is occupied with taking the jacket out of his face and tries dashing between the two men, choosing the fastest way back to the compound.
The empathize is on trying.
Steve stepped forward, grabbing the teen by the waist before Peter could run off. Peter let out a grunt as he was successfully tackled to the ground by a body twice his weight.
"Let's see how much you like playing in the snow."
Steve grins down at the teen pinned under him who, despite his earlier panic, throws back a challenging look at the super soldier. Steve raises an eyebrow, surprised at the smugness on the teen's face. It was typical for Spiderman to act confident, but he hasn't seen that look much in Peter Parker. It suits the kid.
Steve's eyes widen in surprise as a small hand clamps around his wrists. With one powerful tug, their positions reverse, and the blond finds himself pressed into the ground, one arm pinned above his head. Peter leans over him with a wide grin on his face. Steve notices the teen's free hand has grabbed a good amount of snow, and it doesn't take a genius to guess what the kid was planning to do. The teen opens his mouth, probably to throw some witty remark at him, only to wipe his head to the side so fast it nearly causes Steve to flinch. He catches the widening of Peter's eyes.
"Don't!"
The command hits deaf ears, and before Steve knows what happens, he's not looking at a grinning Peter but at the cloudless sky above. He turns his head towards the noise on his right, and a grin spreads onto his face. Steve watches a ball of limps rolling a few meters with a chuckle. Bucky had successfully tackled Peter off of him, and he and the kid were now fighting for the upper hand. Steve grins at his best friend grumbling about hyperactive teens and Peter trying to shove the man off him, laughing at his complaints. He laughs as Peter lets out a shriek of protest when the older man starts to put snow into the opening of his jacket.
"Stohohop, it's cold!"
"That's the point, punk."
Peter trashes under Bucky, who had made it to his challenge to shove as much snow as possible under the teen's clothes. Peter tries prying the icy fingers of his skin, laughing but shuddering at the coldness running through his body. Steve walks over, amused by his friend playing around like a kindergartener, watching the spectacle for a few minutes. In the beginning, Peter had been fiercely fighting back, but after some time, Steve noticed the teen growing tired. If it were anyone else, Steve wouldn't have wondered about giving up against the strength of a playful super-solider, but this was Peter. Spiderman doesn't grow tired this easily.
"Peter, are you alright?"
Steve's words cause Bucky to stop wrestling with the kid. He also had noticed the teen's movements become sluggish, but Peter hadn't earnestly told him to stop, and the older man hadn't put much thought into it. Now that he hovers over the teen, not holding him down anymore, he notices the complexion of the kid's face as unusually pale. Brown eyes glance up at them, a sheepish grin on the teen's face, and if Steve didn't know better, he would say the teen looks almost embarrassed.
"Too cold. Can't thermoregulate."
At Peter's words, Bucky turns his head at Steve, raising an eyebrow in silent question, hoping his friend knew what the teen was talking about. Steve wears a frown on his face, telling Bucky without words that his friend feels as much out of depth as he does with the short explanation. Peter must have caught their troubled expression as he tiredly tugged on Bucky's sleeve, gaining his attention.
"It's because of the spider DNA. I cannot regulate my temperature. My body struggles to create body heat like yours does. If it gets too cold-"
"Your body grows weak because it needs a certain temperature to function," finishes Steve Peter's sentence while looking down at the teen, the latter looking out of it but still nods at him with a small smile. Steve shakes his head at the teen, and Bucky doesn't feel like smiling at all, scowl deepening at the sight of a bluish hue on the boy's lips.
"Damn it, Peter, why didn't you say anything sooner?"
Before the teen could justify his lack of explanation, he finds himself bundled up in a jacket three sizes too big, the initials S.R. adorning the front. Not taking any risks of the teen being out in the cold for much longer, Bucky, despite the weak protests from Peter, throws the boy over his shoulder.
"Don't think we are letting you off the hook that easily," mutters the man under his breath as he carries the teen towards the compound. The automatic doors of the entrance already stand open when Bucky walks in. He kicks his running shoes off mid-step and hurries into the joint room. Despite his grumbling, the older man carefully puts Peter down on the couch. He straightens up, looking down on the freezing teen with a frown. Peter is cold, but the lack of shivering was a bit off-putting, giving little clue about what stage of hypothermia they are dealing with.
The absence of shivering must have to do something with being unable to thermoregulate. Bucky had to ask Banner about that, not trusting the kid to give him all the information.
"Friday, can you tell us Peter's body temperature?"
"Mr. Parker's body temperature currently lays around 94,64 °F. I recommend taking measurements to get the temperature up. It is beyond his average. A long-term drop in body temperature could cause health concerns, Mr. Rogers."
"Thank you, Friday."
Steve turns towards Bucky, who controls the urge to roll his eyes at the kicked-puppy stare his friend is wearing. "He'll be fine, Steve. Go search for a blanket and make some tea or something. I'll take care of him."
Steve sends him a small smile. "Thanks, Buck."
Bucky shakes his head when his friend walks out of the room, not liking the guilty-ridden expression painted on the blond's face. Knowing Steve blames himself for not noticing something was up sooner was typical of the man. It made Bucky want to beat some sense into his best friend. He faces Peter again, the latter, at least looking relatively more aware of his surroundings thanks to Friday having raised the room temperature. He watches the teen fumble with the zipper of his jacket, a frown drawn on his youthful face as his fingers wouldn't work how he wanted them to. Peter stares at the metal hand popping up in his vision and pulls down the zipper he struggled skillfully. His jacket gets peeled off of him the next moment before a gruff voice causes him to lift his head.
"Arms up, punk."
"Hmm?"
Brown eyes throw him a confused look, and although Bucky would have teased the teen for being not quick to take on, he swallows the comment. He had time to make fun of the kid after he got rid of the blue on his lips.
"You need to put on dry clothes. If you get sick, Stark will throw a fit."
That coaxes a reaction out of the teen.
"Not keen on Mr. Stark threatening to take your arm off?" asks Peter with a little smirk.
Oh. Bucky grins. Seems like the teen isn't that out of it after all. He flicks Peter's forehead, earning a glare.
"I'll hear that every day. His threats don't work on me. Now, arms up."
Thankfully, Peter wore snow pants, which are relatively easy to pull off the teen. The thick sweatpants he wore under his outdoor clothes were dry, but Bucky couldn't say the same about the kid's socks and shirt. The gray shirt is soaked, sticking to Peter's skin all around. Thankfully, Steve wasn't here to see this, or Bucky would get an earful again. The soldier watches as Peter tugs at the front of his shirt, grimacing at the feeling of the wet fabric pulling off his skin, only to stick back when he lets it drop.
Maybe he went a little overboard with the snow. With a sigh, he bends over and gets a hold of the end of the wet shirt. Peter made a noise of protest as Bucky pulled the undesirable article of clothing over his head, leaving him in nothing but his pants, but at least he was left with only dry clothes on his body. Bucky scans the room in search of the blankets he had seen other members of the compound use before the voice in the ceiling spoke to him again.
"If I am allowed to interfere, Mr. Stark has arranged a range of special clothing for Mr. Parker in cases of a temperature drop."
"So Stark is aware of this problem of yours," says Bucky, glancing at the teen. Peter caught him looking and nodded.
"It wasn't fun when he found out. Mr. Stark caught on mid-February with winter almost over." The kid's expression is solemn as he talks. Bucky almost reaches out to ruffle his hair, amused by the seriousness with which Peter was telling him this as if it had been one of the worst days of his life and not his mentor being rightfully concerned. Instead, he gave a little shake of his head, a corner of his lips tugged upwards while walking over to a closet. He hears some shuffling behind him as he pulls out a set of blankets, almost throwing them at the kid in frustration as he sees the teen has stood up.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Peter sighs as he gets pushed back to sit on the couch with Bucky standing before him, sternly looking down on him. A person shouldn't be able to look as intimidating with an armful of baby blue blankets.
"I was about to get the shirt Friday told you about."
"You will sit here and wait while I get that shirt. It's in your closet?"
Peter nods while pulling the blanket around his shoulders but not without rolling his eyes, letting out a small yelp as Bucky flicks a finger against his forehead. The teen glares up at him, but Bucky merely raises an eyebrow at him, a silent dare. Bucky gives him one last glance, checking that the teen is bundled up tightly and behaving, not wandering around on his own before he retreats. With Stark's AI speaking to him and giving directions, it is relatively easy to find the clothes despite the chaos in Peter's room.
"This looks pretty tight."
The man eyes the almost plain-looking textile in his hand. Bucky wasn't sure what he had expected, but knowing Stark, he thought whatever this was, it to be more eccentric as he took in the dark gray clothing. Maybe the billionaire held back on his desire for extravagance to accommodate the young vigilante's preference for simplicity. He had noticed that aside from throwing in some colors and graphic shirts, the teen likes to dress easy on the eye.
"It is, but it does a good job. Mr. Stark made several of these. They are great. Maybe you could ask him to make some for you and Steve too?"
Bucky refrains from telling the kid that he and Stark weren't on the level for him to ask the kid's mentor any favors, although the hopeful sparkle in the kid's eyes tells him that Peter thought about that matter differently. Shrugging his shoulders, he skilfully avoids giving him an answer. The man stretches the sleeves to form an opening and holds it out for Peter.
Peter tilts his head to the side, his eyes wandering up to meet Buckys, giving him a look before settling back onto the clothing held out for him, confusion evident on his face. Feeling merciful, Bucky takes Peter's wrist. "You do have to put this on to work, you know?" teases the man while pulling the teen's hand through the sleeve, noticing with a smirk how a hue of pink spread over the teen's ears. Maybe he should start acting more like this if it's this easy to make the kid sputter around in embarrassment. Oh, he has to tell Sam about this. The kid tugs at his wrist, checks growing red as Bucky tries to pull his other hand through the second sleeve. When he was about to pull the shirt over Peter's head, the teen had enough. He pushes the hands away, sending a frown at the man.
"I can do this on my own!"
Catching the smirk on Bucky's face, it dawns on the teen that the ex-assassin was doing this on purpose. Peter quickly realizes that protesting wouldn't work on the man. Bucky had the mission to embarrass him, but Peter wouldn't let that happen. He was Spiderman, for crying out loud. Peter was perfectly capable of dressing alone. Getting cold slowed the process down, he had to admit. But still, Peter's sixteen years old.
He knows how to wear a shirt. Not planning to play along with Bucky, the now slightly frustrated teen leaned back into the couch and slid down to avoid the hands pulling further on the long sleeve. He uses the new-won distance to roll to the right, trying to make a run for it.
"Get back here, punk," scolds Bucky, but the playful twinkle in his eyes betrays the stern tone of his voice.
"I won't let you mess with me."
It would have sounded more convincing if Peter wasn't kneeling at the end of the couch, both arms stuck into the shirt but glaring instead of pulling it over his head, wearily observing what the man a few feet away from him was planning to do. Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, amused.
"Doesn't look like you do a good job."
Peter squints at the words.
"If I pull this over my head, are you leaving me alone?"
Humoring the kid, Bucky acts thoughtful before grinning a shit-eating grin that Peter has seen too often.
"Why should I do that? I've got to make sure you are wearing it correctly. I cannot trust you to keep yourself warm."
The teen deflates at the words, almost sounding petulant now.
"I would have told you and Steve! Sooner or later..."
When the man raises a single eyebrow, the teen huffs in frustration. But he is not making a move that shows he agrees to let Bucky help him. The tension hangs thickly over the room as the two hold a stare-off. Both are waiting for the other to make the first move, Bucky watching the teen with rapt eyes while Peter's muscles are bulging under his sweatpants, ready to jump over the couch at any second. Bucky was the first to move. Without looking, his arm shots to the side, grabbing a hold of a stray pillow and throwing it at the teen while rushing forward. Thanks to the room's raised temperature, Peter wasn't as sluggish as before but still nowhere near his usual speed. His spidey sense prevents him from being hit in the head, raising his arms along with the thermo-shirt around his wrists to block the flying pillow. Peter's brows draw together in confusion as his spider sense still acts up, even after keeping the pillow from colliding with his face.
"Holy-"
The rest of his sentence gets lost in a high-pitched squeak as a metal arm wraps around his middle, tackling him successfully into the couch. Dark strands fall onto Bucky's face, the man grinning down at the teen who glares up from his position under him. It's a little insulting how easily he got him pinned on his back, straddling him by sitting on his tights and throwing him a winning grin that irks Peter just by looking at it.
"Get off," whines the teen and is about to push at Bucky's chest to shove him off, but the older of the two catches the shirt hanging between Peter's wrists and presses it down, forcing Peter's hands away.
"You're not in the position to make claims, kid."
While forcing the teen into the shirt, Bucky grins, an occasional chuckle leaving his lips at the glares sent his way. By the end of the ordeal, Peter let his head fall back onto the couch in defeat, looking absolutely done with everything. His hair is a tousled mess of brown curls hanging in his eyes, the tips of his ears red again from embarrassment. The teen rolls his eyes at Bucky when the latter asks if he is still feeling cold with a mild dose of sarcasm. The man catches Peter's expression, poking him in the now finally covered stomach. "Don't get sassy, punk," he threatens with a grin promising no good. He is about to poke Peter a second time, for good measure, when his hand gets caught in a firm hold. Peter lifts his head, sending him a glare.
"Don't."
Bucky raises an eyebrow.
"What? You're ticklish?
When the teen doesn't answer immediately, Bucky pokes him again, this time in the side, eyes trained on Peter's face. Peter's jaw is clenching under the pressure of trying to keep his facial expressions under control, but the unmistakable nervousness creeping on his face is almost too easy to detect. Without batting an eye, Bucky frees his hand out of Peter's hold, ignoring the confusion written all over the teen's face as he places his hand over the teen's middle. He just let it hover there, a few inches over the teen's tummy and not moving, never taking his eyes off the teen's face. Peter glances from the hand up to Bucky's face and back to the hand, eyes widening as he sees a single finger twitch. He observes with the morbid curiosity of someone watching a horror movie how the rest of Bucky's hand stays motionless while one finger moves as if independent of the rest of the body. Peter wasn't sure if it was because of the prosthetic, but somehow Bucky managed to wiggle just one finger, then two, and then three, while the rest stayed static. Under other circumstances, he would be fascinated by this observation. In this instance, it merely serves to freak the hell out of Peter. All of the vibranium fingers are moving now in a manner that only indicates one specific outcome of what happens next, and he is not ready for it.
When the hand starts to descend, he breaks. Before the wiggling finger could close the gap, Peter loses his will to pretend to be tough in front of Bucky.
"Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm ticklish, alright? You can stop now. You don't have to prove anything!"
Bucky merely raises his eyebrows in amusement at the panicked words stumbling out of the teen's mouth, accompanied by a pair of hands gripping his wrist, hindering his hand from moving further down.
"After your stunt from earlier, I'm not sure to believe you. Better check this out myself, just to be sure."
"You don't have to do tha-AHAHA! NOAHAHAH BUHUHUCKY!"
"I'm not convinced, Peter. Does this count as ticklish?"
A grin grows on Bucky's face as he watches the teen under him squirming like a worm on a hook. He had not even touched the teen before nervous giggles slipped out Peter. As soon as his fingers actually dug into the flesh of the kid's stomach, Peter's resolve had broken. He didn't try to hold his reaction back, fueling Bucky's curiosity to see what other noises he could coax out of the teen. His stomach has to be a rather good spot by the way Peter threw his head back as Bucky focused his wriggling fingers to dig into the sides of his tummy. Slender hands tried to catch his, but it was too easy to bat them out of the way to get back on skittering his fingertips over the smooth material of Peter's shirt. The shirt clung tightly against his lean body, making it very easy for the metal digits to glide over the middle of Peter's tummy, earning him little jumps whenever he traveled towards his belly button or his lowest rib.
"Is that a bad spot?" The answer was obvious, but it was too fun to pass the opportunity to watch Peter struggling to answer. Bucky grins as he watches the teen trying to form a coherent sentence between his laughing fit.
"Yes, yes, yes, yehehehes! It's sohoho bahad, it's bahahahad Buhucky!"
"It's that bad?" asks Bucky, acting surprised as he sends ten fingers onto the small patch between the teen's waistline and belly button, feeling the muscle contracting under his fingertips as the teen tries to curl into himself with a shriek but is unable to. His hands get shoved off by flailing arms.
"It's that bad," confirms Peter with a glare, taking the chance to catch his breath while the super soldier had mercy on him.
"That's too bad. I like that spot," muses Bucky as he looks down on the said spot, catching the nervous look Peter throws him out of the corner of his eyes.
"Don't you dare," warns Peter, failing to sound intimidating while grabbing onto Bucky's wrists.
"Oh, scary," mocks the man before letting himself fall forward. Peter lets out a panicked squeal and throws his hands up to catch the heavy body that's about to collapse on him. Bucky lessens his fall just in time with one arm probed against the back of the couch while using the chance to get a hold of the teen's arms with his free hand, wrestling them over Peter's head and pinning them there. Brown, wide-blown eyes stare up at him before Peter shakes himself out of puzzlement.
"You tricked me!"
"I thought you're smarter than that."
"And I thought you don't use dirty tricks."
"Seems like you've got some things to learn, punk. Now, where were we?" Bucky asks with a grin, challenging a Cheshire cat as he wriggles his fingers in Peter's face before focusing on the teen's stomach.
"No, nohohoo, Bucky pleahesehe, anywhere but there!" begins the teen to plead, tugging at his captured wrists, lifting his head, and trying to see what the man was doing. Bucky grins.
"You want me to try a different spot? Sure."
"NO! Thatahat's not what I mea-AHAHAHAH STOHOP! YOu know thahahat's nhohot whahat I meant! You ahahre suhhuch ahahahan. Suhuch ahahan-NO! DOHOHON'T!"
Peter's legs hammer down on the couch behind Bucky's back. The ex-assassin worries for a short moment if the furniture would withstand the constant abuse of a spider-kid kicking his legs around uselessly. His focus is back on Peter when he hears a high-pitched squeal escape the teen before a wave of hysterical cackling fills the room. Bucky raises an eyebrow at the reaction, concluding that he found the second worst spot on the teen. His right hand hovers between Peter's armpit and highest rips, fingers digging into the place with vigor.
"I'm almost convinced you told me the truth about being ticklish."
"Almohohohst? Whahahat do yohohu mean almost?"
Bucky stops tickling, eyes trained on the red-faced teen who tries catching his breath, body shaking when occasional after-giggle slips past his lips.
"Just saying, when I do this," he pinches Peter's hipbones, earning a full-body jump and a cackle, "or this," Bucky claws his free hand between Peter's ribs and let his fingers skim over the space between the bones to send the teen back into a high-pitched giggle fit, "I would say you are ticklish."
"Are you kidding me?" asks Peter. He wears a bewildered expression. "I've told you from the beginning, I'm ticklish!"
"You could have been lying," retorts Bucky.
"Are you seriously not believing me anymore because of earlier?" asks Peter. The man had another teasing remark already sitting on the tip of his tongue but halted as he caught something akin to hurt playing on the teen's face. Bucky feels thrown off. He knew he should do something, but looking at Peter's face and seeing the wounded expression, he caught himself out of depth for a second time that day. That's why he needs Steve. Steve is better at this kind of stuff.
Peter is still looking at him, but as the man above him doesn't answer, the younger man's expression turns hard. Bucky's eyes widen as he gets shoved off, unable to withstand the power behind the thin arms that were now easily pulled out of his grasp. It seems that the spider-kid had his full powers back in play. Watching the kid silently collect his belongings, Bucky blinks slowly before getting a hold of himself. As Peter was about to walk out, he called after him.
"Peter, please wait!"
Whatever the teen heard in his voice, it had to be convincing enough for him to stop in his tracks and turn around to send him a questioning look, daring him to give a good explanation.
"Can we sit down and talk about this?"
Bucky nods at the couch. There is a spark of hesitancy flickering on Peter's features, and the teen is about to open his mouth to answer when Steve walks into the room. Steve glances at his friend standing behind the couch. Something must have happened for Bucky, who looked troubled with his eyebrows pinched into a frown, and Peter, the latter holding his wet-dripping clothes in his arms, wearing an expression far from the cheerful smile Steve is used to seeing on his face.
"I made you some tea, Peter. Would you like to sit down with us?"
Steve watches Peter throw a glance at Bucky, the latter having not moved from his position behind the couch before letting out a small sigh that Steve wasn't sure he was supposed to hear.
"Okay," mumbled Peter, sounding defeated, but walks back to the couch, leaving his wet clothes on the floor next to the couch table.
Steve throws Bucky a questioning glance before putting the tray on the table and handing Peter a cup of tea.
"I also found these," Steve said and pulled a bundle of fuzzy Captain America-themed socks out of his pants pocket, letting them drop on Peter's lap.
"Nice try, Steve, but I won't wear these around the tower. I like the lab privileges."
"Could have worked," says Steve and slaps his knee in faux disappointment to lighten up the mood. Peter's lip twitches at the reaction before he takes a small sip of his tea. "It's good. Thank you, Steve."
"I'm happy to hear that, Peter."
While Peter takes another gulp of his softly steaming mud, Steve subtly nods towards Peter, telling Bucky to fix whatever he has done. Bucky rolls his eyes but gingerly sets his cup of tea down and leans his forearms on his knees before addressing the teen sitting between them.
"Peter, I want to apologize. I was worried about you earlier, but I wouldn't stop believing you because of what happened, even if I were still upset about it. I meant to tease you a little, but I overdid it. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you believe I don't trust your words. I'm sorry."
Bucky glances at Peter, who sits still, looking at the cup in his hands with a thoughtful look. "I guess I should have told you about this earlier," began the teen, cutting both soldiers off when they opened their mouths to protest. "I trust you to have my back. It's not like I believe you would use that information against me. We are a team, after all," Bucky watches Peter's thumb absentmindedly running along the edge of his cup, halting as the teen continues. "I guess I was too embarrassed to tell you."
"Embarrassed?" asks Steve, head tilted to the side in confusion. Peter nods before directing his eyes at him, a shy smile tugging on his lips.
"Isn't it kinda silly? I've got all these powers through the spider bite altering my DNA, but when it gets too cold, I become fatigued. Meanwhile, you are this strong, and the cold doesn't bother you two.
I know you can't compare the changes of the serum with my enhancements, but sometimes I think about it and, you know, feel kinda useless."
Steve hums, fingers drumming against his leg as he thinks about Peter's words. Before he comes to voice his thoughts, a voice on his right beats him to it. Bucky's eyes are trained on the young vigilante sitting between them.
"You will never be able to beat that flaw of your powers, but stressing about it will get you nowhere." Steve frowns at the harsh words, but when he glances at Peter, he finds him paying close attention to every one of Bucky's words. The latter puts his hand over Peter's knees, hovering there before putting it down, giving it a short squeeze. "Knowing your flaws is one of your biggest strengths. Just keep that in mind."
Peter sends the man a soft smile.
"Thanks, Bucky."
Bucky glances at him from the side, the corner of his lip tugged upwards.
"Don't mention it, punk."
#ticklish! peter parker#ticklish spiderman#marvel tickle fic#marvel fanfic#peter parker#spiderman#spiderman fanfiction#tickling#bucky barnes#steve rogers#captain america#winter soldier#avengers fanfiction#the avengers#marvel
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I remember really liking "Don't be scared", I hope you can post it again somehow!
Hi there love! 💜
It took me so much time to write it the first time but it was one of my favorite. It's not the exact same as the first one but I tried my best
(Also, I hope it's this fanfic because I'm not sure 'don't be scared' was this one ahhahah)
Anyways, Enjoy <3
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Warnings : cries, employers bully little!reader, little reader pee on herself, angry daddies, scared reader
Pairing : Mafia!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : You go to work with your daddies but things don't go well.
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A hand is wondering around your back while another one is running on your arm. You open an eye and see your Papa looking down at you smiling "Hi there, sweetness" he says "Are you ready to get up ?"
You groan and hide your face in your pillow "too eawly" you mumble and your Daddy chuckles "It's earliy, yes, but we have a big day already planned. We can't be late" he says and you peer up at him "What plan ?"
He looks up at his husband with a grin. You always ask to go to work with them but neither of them want. It's a dangerous world there and they want to keep you as far from it as possible. However, today is your lucky day. They were supposed to stay home when unfortunaly they got a call from possible future investors. They want to have a meeting today while they're in town
Bucky quickly disagree with Steve when he proposed to take you with them. It means leaving you alone for a long time in their office while they’re doing business and he doesn't want you to feel abandonned. He's scared that you’ll lose yourself in the big building when you are looking for water or something
Steve is good at persuade people, it's his job after all so somehow he persuaded Bucky to say yes, which he did. So here they are, waking you up on a sunny sunday
"We're going on a little tripe and you come with us" he smiles and you frowns "what tripe ?"
"How about," you Papa starts. You turn your head to him "How about you come to work with us for the afternoon. After that we can go to the restaurant for kids you like so much"
You gasp and quickly stand up from your bed "What awe we waiting fow ? Business is waiting fow us" You say running everywhere to look for your best professional outfit
Bucky looks at his husband after watching you with a loving smile "are you sure about that ?"
Steve nods "Nothing will happen, Buck. Everything will be fine" he reassures his husband
Well, not everything...
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"Here, drink a little, baby" Bucky says as he gives you a bottle of water. You take it from him and rest your back against your Papa's chest. His hands are caressing your full belly and you sigh in contentement.
"the pasta were good ?" Your Papa asks from behind and you nod "vewy good, shank you" you say after swallowing the water. Bucky smiles and kisses your forehead "you're welcome, little one"
Steve looks at his watch and sighs "it's time for us to go, sweetness. Will you be okay ?" he asks peering down at you. You look up at him with sad eyes "do you have to go now ?" you ask and your Papa nods "yes, baby. We have important meetings. We talked about it, do you remember ?"
You nod and he smiles "but while we are working, you can sit on this seat," he says lifting you up and resting you on his huge seat " and watch as many movies or cartoons you want on the computer" he says kneeling infront of you
Your eyes widen and you gasp "even if it's more than one ?" Bucky chuckles from behind Steve and nods "even if it's more than one hundred" He smiles down at you and you giggle from happiness
Steve kisses your nose and stands up. You watch as your daddies put on their expensive black suits who hide their tattoos. Bucky puts on his gold watch while Steve adjusts his tie.
Bucky kisses your forehead and they are now out of the big office. You happily open the computer and start watching all the movies and cartoons you want.
After two hours of screen, your eyes are getting tired and it almost hurt to look at the computer. You get up from the seat and walk around the room to give your legs the time to woke up. Once you feel okay about walking, you step out of the office and walk down the hallway, trying to find the bathroom
"Hi, can I help you ?"
You turn around in a quick movement, shocked to hear someone talking to you but your shocked face change into a smily one when you see a sweet tall woman looking down at you "are you looking for someone ?" she asks and you shakes your head "are you looking for a room ?" she asks and you nods your head. "Are you looking for a bathroom or an office or maybe an elevator ?"
You nod when she says the word 'bathroom'. She smiles "you're looking for a bathroom ?" she asks to be sure and once again, you nod "it's down the hall, the last door to your left" she says pointing down the hallway
You look up at her "what's your name" you quietly ask and she smiles "My name is Megan, and you ? What's your name ?" Her long blond hair fall infront of her face when she looks down at you
"My name is Y/N but my daddies call me by little names and I like it better" you quietly say before walking to the way she told you without letting her time to answer
She looks at you with a smile before going back to work. She keeps walking her way to the meeting room where she's met with many intimatiding men around a table. She gives each of them the folds they need for the meeting before walking out of the room as discreetly as she came in
You walk down the hallway until you find the last door. You open it quickly, praying to go in a toilet soon. You freeze when you look up after closing the door. Two men are looking down at you while peeing. You probably cut their conversation short when you walked in. You turn around and are about to open the door when one of them talk "not so fast"
You listen like your daddies told you and turn back around making the other laugh "did she really listened to you ?"
"She sure did" he smirks turning around. You gasp when you see their bottom and quickly look up at their eyes. Your daddies are jealous so if they learn you saw the bottom of some strangers, they won't be happy with you and the last thing you want is to be in trouble
"What's your name ?" He asks eyeing you. You feel uncomfortable. They make you feel uncomfortable. The way they look at you, the way they talk to you, their voices. All of that alert you that you aren't in a safe place right now
But you can't go away. They told you to stay and your daddies don't like it when you don't listen to the orders who are told to you. You learn to be a good and obedient girl so if they learn you didn't listen and you saw their bottom, it's your bottom who will be red like blood tonight
"He asked you a question" the other one say through his teeth. They start walking toward you so you start walking backward. Their smirk is nothing like your daddies's. Theirs are sweet, playful, teasing. They wore their smirk when they're going to tease you and play with you, when they want to make you laugh.
The smirks of those men are everything but that. Theirs are scary, mean, vicious. There are much more words to describe it but you don't know all of them. It's just give you an uncomfortable and scary feeling
"let's try something else" he says "what's your name ?" Your back hit de door and you gasp knowing that you're trap now. Your eyes don't leave them, you watch every steps they make, every breath they take, every movements their eyes and mouths are doing.
You gasp once more time when a fist is slamming against your cheek causing you to lose your balance. Your hands are trembling and your laying still on the floor, you’re too scared to move or even cry
You close your eyes and fight the tears. Your ears are concentrated on the laughters who become more silent as the men walk away from the now quiet bathroom. You flinch when the door close behind you and that’s only when you start crawling to one of the cabinet, letting your cries out
Now you let go, you let go everything you were holding, everything
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‘’Three hours of meetings on a day where we were supposed to stay home is demoralizing’’ Steve sighs while signing the last folds
Bucky come back around the meeting table after walking out the businessmen. He snorts but agrees with Steve ‘’what do you think she’s doing right now ?’’ He asks watching Steve standing up. Steve smiles at the thought of his little girl curled up on his seat with probably now tired eyes from the screen
‘’Probably watching a movie or something’’ he shrugs and starts walking out of the meeting room. ‘’I bet it’s her fiftieth movie since we walk out’’ Bucky laughs and Steve quickly follows ‘’I’m sure she passed some scenes so she can watch as many as she can’’
Bucky laughs at that and walks inside their office while Steve went to give some folds to Megan, their assistant. When Bucky enters the room, his charming and welcome smile quickly disappear when he gaze the empty seat. ‘’Baby ?’’ He walks to the seat and sees the computer close making him frown.
He looks up expecting his baby girl when he hears the door but just find Steve walking inside the room. He smiles at Bucky but gives him a question look to the way his husband is looking at him ‘’what ?’’
‘’Where is she ?’’ Bucky tries to keep his calm but it’s quiet difficult right now. He told Steve it was a bad idea to let you alone. He should insisted more and made Megan stay with you. He was stupid on that, in his head, he hadn’t been responsable at all
‘’What are you talking about ?’’ Steve frowns and walks further inside the office. Bucky scoffs and shows the room with his arms, he has to bite the inside of his lip to not scream at his husband ‘’what I’m talking abou- Do you see her Steve !? Is she in the office right now !?’’ He loses his temper and yell the end of his sentence at his lover’s face
Steve’s frowns disappear and a anxious look appear, not because of Bucky but because he doesn’t see you and what he thought might be not the real situation ‘’wasn’t she here when you walked in ?’’ Steve starts to walk around the room. Bucky shakes his head and rests his hands on the desk Infront of him
‘’I thought she was in the closet to scare us, you know she loves hiding’’ Steve breathes, sliding his hand in his hair. Bucky frowns and looks at the closer door ‘’I didn’t looked in the closet’’ he says more to himself. It didn’t even crossed his mind that you might be in there
Steve groans ‘´Bucky’’ he walks to the closet and open the door. He looks in every corners, in between every stuffs there’s in there but nothing. You aren’t in there
Steve looks up at the ceiling, his hand on the door, ready to close it in one movement. All he can do right now is taking deep breath to calm himself down. One of them has to be calm and stay focused, and they both know that Bucky can’t do that, not when it’s with you, not here and not now
They both rush out of the office and go find Megan. She was in the hallway all the time so if their girl got out for whatever reason, she saw her. The tall woman turns around when her name is called ‘’Mr Barnes, Mr Rogers, is there something I can do for you ?’’ She politely asks
‘’Did you saw Y/N ?’’ Steve asks, his face screams the fear he is feeling and the last thing he’s thinking about is to hide it. Megan smiles and nods her head ‘’the sweet girl came to ask where was the bathroom. I told her where it was and she went that way’’
‘’Did you saw her coming back ?’’ Steve asks after looking toward the bathroom. He feels Bucky ready to jump above his husband and runs toward the doors who might separate you from them.
She shakes her head ‘´after I gave you the folds earlier, I was called in the third floor for a while so I didn’t saw her coming back, I wasn’t there’’ she watches as both men quickly go to the bathroom. She follows behind them, she maybe can help them more.
Bucky opens the door on their left and rushes inside followed by his husband and Megan. ‘’Baby ?’´ he calls but doesn’t have an answer back. Both him and Steve go on their knees to look under the cabinets doors but when they don’t see your naked feet or something who might told them you were here they get up. Bucky’s fists is tight against his side and his anger has some problems staying inside him.
‘’What did you told her ?’’ Bucky closes his eyes and concentrate on keeping his calm. The last thing he want is to scare you once they find you
Megan frowns looking at her bosses ‘’what ?’’
‘’what did you told her when she asked for the bathroom ?’’ Steve rephrases
‘’I told her the bathroom was down the hallway on her left and I watched her-‘’ she’s cuts off by Bucky’s groans ‘´she doesn’t know where her left is’’ he opens the door frustrated he didn’t thought about it earlier and walk straight to the door across them.
Megan understands she’s more on the way that anything so she quickly excused herself after apologising for her mistake.
Steve closes the door behind them and like in the precedent room, they kneel down and look under the cabinets. Bucky sighs when he sees you curled up between a toilet and the wall. Steve comes to his side and he sighs in relief as well ‘’baby ?’’ Bucky gently says ‘’what are you doing hiding there ?’’
The only thing who is heard from you is your sobs and sniffs
‘’Sweetness, please come out’’ Steve’s says, his heart hurts from this sight of you ‘’for us’’ Bucky adds but you just shake your head who is still in between your knees as they’re wrapped around your arms
‘’Baby, we just want to see your beautiful face. Please come and tell us what happened. We won’t be mad, we just want to hold you’’ Bucky pleads and at the words ‘we won’t be mad’, you lift your head a little so your eyes are seen. Bucky smiles when he sees your deep eyes ‘’please ?’’
You stand up on your shaky legs and you open the door. You look down at your feet, not wanting to look in your daddies’s eyes.
‘’Little one ?’’
You sniff and decide to finally look up. To your surprise, on your daddies’s face there’s just relief and worries. Your Daddy opens his arms for you and gives you a reassuring smile ‘’come here’’
You start to cry again and walk to your daddy with your arms up in the aire. He lifts you up and you immediately hide your face on his neck, Steve caresses your back as they whisper sweet words in your ears.
Bucky felt you were wet in between your legs and he assumes you were just ashamed you peed on yourself, but he’s far away from what really happened.
‘’Why don’t we go on our office. We’ll set you down on the couch and we’ll change your clothes. Are you okay with it, baby ?’’ He asks kissing your head and he feels you nodding in his neck. Steve walks Infront of you, he opens the doors and close them, he glared at everyone who is looking at you.
They tried to be fast because they know you’re embarrassed and they don’t want to make you feel any more bad. Once the doors of their office are close, Bucky walks to the couch and sits on it, resting you on his laps. Your side is against his chest and your Papa sats beside you, resting your legs and feet on is own laps.
Bucky’s hand is stroking your back and the back of your neck while Steve is stroking your feet. ‘’Do you wanna tell us what happened ?’’ Steve asks looking at you
You nod fidgeting with your fingers who rest on your belly. Your daddies wait the moment you’re ready to explain what happened, they don’t push you, they simply wait and comfort you in the meantime
‘’I wanted t-to pee so I went to the bathwoom like she told me but-t I entered the wwong woom and thewe was alweady men inside’’ you breath through your sobs before continuing ‘’they tuwned awound and that’s when I saw they wewe peeing’’ you turn to your daddies ‘’I sowwy. I didn’t mean to see it. I sowwy, pwease’’ you cry
Bucky grabs your cheeks and turns you’re head to him ‘’breath, little one. It’s okay, you’re not in trouble for what happened. Keep taking deep breath and when you’re ready to keep going, you do, but keep in that little mind of yours that you aren’t in trouble and you won’t be’’ his lips met your nose and you close your eyes, taking deep breathes like he said
‘’They wewe scawing me and they s-swap me’’ you cry touching your cheek who is still sensible.
Bucky’s blood run cold the second he hears those words going out of your mouth. He can’t believe it. Did you really said that ? Did he hears you correctly ? Maybe he has to ask you to repeat to be sure. No, he can’t do that. It already traumatised you enough, he won’t ask you to repeat it knowing that it scare you
‘’They slap you ?’’ Steve asks, shocked and anger fighting each other in his body. You weakly nod your head before hiding your face in your daddy’s chest. Steve keeps rubbing your feet, trying to make you feel other things than fear and pain.
Bucky and Steve look at each other, both burning with anger. They give each other one look and one nod. Juste with that, Steve knows what he has to do and Bucky knows it too. Steve kisses you toes making your curled them before getting up from the couch. He walks to the closet to grab a jogging for you before going out of the office.
You whimper when you hear the door closing. You don’t know if it’s someone who walked in or someone who walked out but in both situation, you don’t like it. Your Daddy shushes you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight against his body. ‘’We’re here now. Nothing else will happen. You’re fine and we’ll take care of you, like we always do. You’re safe with us’’ he whispers against her head before kissing it
You flinch when the door close one more time. Steve makes his way toward the couch. He lifts your legs to sit under them and rests them back on his laps ‘’I got you a pack of ice, it’s for your cheek,’’ he starts, giving it to Bucky. Your Daddy grabs your chin and your face appears back. He smiles and kisses your forehead. You rest the side of your head against his chest and he puts the pack of ice against your cheek making you whine at the cold sensation ‘’I know sweetness but it’ll be better afterward, I promise’ Steve says
He starts to remove your pants and panties making you shiver from the cold breeze who hits your skin. Bucky hold the pack in one hand and strokes your belly with the other. He knows it calm you down when someone does that to you so every time you’re scared after a nightmare or every time you feel sick, a huge tattooed hand is wondering around your belly.
Steve is quick to put the clothes back on you. He knows you’re cold and the pack of ice against your cheek doesn’t help to warmth you up a bit. He wiggled his fingers on your soles after hearing you sniffing again. He smiles when he hears your beautiful giggles coming out of your mouth. You kick your legs and bring them against you, your soles are now against your Daddy’s legs, hiding from your Papa. He laughs at that and watch you curled up your toes in protection
He benches over to kiss your nose ‘’ I love hearing those sounds, I’ll do everything to hear them all day’’ you smile at him through your wet eyes and it warmth your daddy’s hearts.
‘’We go home now. It’s enough work for today’’ Steve says standing up. He walks to the seat you were before they went to their meetings and grabs your shoes and sockets. He puts them in your bag and turns around waiting for you and Bucky. You wrap your arms around your daddy’s neck and lock your ankles around his waist. Bucky slides a paci in your mouth
As he carries you out of the office he whispers in your ear ‘’if you see the meanie men you saw in the bathroom, can you tell me ?’’
You nod and rest your head against his shoulder to look around when he walks. Your eyes fall on everything who move and you wait patiently the moment where you’ll see the men again
You lift your head from your daddy’s shoulder and point in the aire ‘’is hem’’ you say through your paci and your daddies’s head snaps at where your finger points ‘´the blond one and the redhead one ?’’ Steve asks eyeing the two men and you nod
‘’Which one slapped you ?’’ Bucky asks tightening his grip around you.
You hide your face in his neck ‘’blond’’ you mumble and feel your daddies walking again
Steve smirks thinking about the day they’ll have tomorrow. He thinks about all the dirty things they’ll do to those men who dared touch you. They’ll have fun
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A Tickly Meeting
Happy birthday to the wonderful @mrwolfler! I’m so glad you’re back on tumblr and hope you love this fic 😊❤️
“Steve?!” Your face lit up as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. It had been around a month since you last saw the person you look up to greatly, you saw him as a big brother and missed him so much when he was off doing Captain America things.
You didn’t expect him back so soon, you knew he was coming home this week, but you didn’t think it would be at the beginning of the week, so this was definitely a pleasant surprise.
“Hi Y/N, I’m back.” Steve greeted with a smile as he picked you up into a tight hug, giving you a gentle squeeze as he did so. You beamed in his arms, not wanting to let go.
“I’ve also brought a certain someone with me.” Steve told you, putting you down and moving out of the way so you could see who it was. Your eyes widened as you instantly recognised who it was.
“Bucky Barnes?!” You squealed squealed excitedly as you ran over to him, but a little hesitant to hug him. Steve had told you all about his best friend and why he was where he was, but it seemed like he had finally encouraged Bucky to come and meet you, but you understood his hesitancy to do so.
Admittedly, you were a little hesitant to meet him too, he seemed quite intimidating. His metal arm especially made you feel nervous when to say or do anything wrong around him. However, the second he smiled softly at you, you felt at ease, he was probably just a huge teddy bear.
“You probably figured it out, but this is Bucky, he finally agreed to come out of his cave and meet you.” Steve told you, looking over at his best friend, who blushed a little.
“You physically tortured me into coming out.” He told Steve, your face dropped, not expecting Steve to be capable of doing anything like that, assuming that physical torture meant a lot of pain.
Steve let out a laugh. “I tickled you!” He replied, poking at Bucky’s ribs with a cheeky grin. “That is hardly torture!”
Bucky flinched at the pokes, biting back a smile as he stepped away from Steve and shook his head. “As I said, physical, never ending torture. I need to get you back for that, you punk.” The Winter Soldier growled, squeezing and shaking his fingers into Steve’s armpits, causing Steve to shriek with giggles and slam his arms down.
“NOHOHOHOT IN FROHOHOHONT OF Y/N!” He cackled out, blushing a little as he knew you’d be taking notes for future playful arguments.
Bucky looked at you with a smirk. “Ribs and thighs, oh and sides… anywhere really.” He told you, nodding in Steve’s direction as he continued the armpit torture.
You nodded with a grin, stepping towards Steve and beginning to squeeze into his sides, smirking as Steve’s laughter went up an octave, falling to his knees in a weak attempt to get away.
“Y/N! BUHUHUCK! QUHUHUHUHUIT IHIHIHIT!” Steve yelped, gasping when Bucky tackled him so he was laying on his back, shaking into his friend's sensitive belly with a smirk.
“Aw Steve! You’re just as bad as you were when you were tiny!” Bucky teased, smirking at you as you moved to squeeze up and down his thighs, giggling as you watched Steve kick and laugh.
“GUHUHUHUYS!” Steve shrieked out, shoving at Bucky’s shoulders in an attempt to get him away from his belly. You grinned, unable to believe how sensitive Captain America was as you moved to jellyfish his knees.
The second you touched his knees, Steve yelped and kicked out, almost kicking you in the face as his laughter almost went silent. However, you heard Bucky giggling at Steve’s reactions. “Wow, you got a good spot there, kiddo.” Bucky told you with a smug grin, but eventually decided to let his friend go so he could recover, encouraging you to do the same, you pulled away and watched as Steve curled up and took in deep breaths, still letting out giggles here and there. He looked between the two of you before just looking at you, he playfully narrowed his eyes.
“Come here, you!” Steve growled and tackled you down, pulling you into his lap and pinning your arms above your head. Smirking, he looked at Bucky, who was pulling the exact same expression.
“Anywhere.” Steve told him simply before quickly digging into your side, grinning as Bucky wrapped his metal arm gently around your ankles, scribbling his other fingers into your socked feet.
“Wait what- nOHOHOHO!” You squealed, bursting into laughter as you pulled at your arms and feet, blushing madly as you tried to throw yourself off Steve’s lap.
“I can’t believe you’d have the nerve to try and get me, Y/N! Guess I have to punish you now.” Steve told you, smirking as he now spidered his fingers up and down your ribs and sides.
“HEHEHEHEY I GOHOHOT YOHOHOHOU!” You whined in between fits of giggles, Bucky paused his foot torture to look at Steve with a grin.
“They have a point, Rogers, Y/N did get you.” He told him before gently fluttering his fingers into your toes, causing you to yelp and scrunch your toes up.
“Quiet, Barnes.” Steve replied with an eye roll before blowing a raspberry into your neck whilst squeezing rapidly into your sides, which seemed to get you squealing the most.
“I think you’re almost as ticklish as Steve, Y/N.” Bucky told you, now wiggling his fingers up and down your arches which got more of a reaction from you.
“Oh really? What about if I tickle them… here?!”
Steve asked and drilled his fingers into your hips, smirking as you screeched and arched your back, bursting into giggly laughter as you attempted to get away. Even Bucky had to pause to raise his eyebrows.
“Wow, okay, maybe you are worse than Steve.” Bucky giggled, scribbling as fast as he could over your feet for a little longer before letting you go, Steve following suit a few seconds later.
You fell into Steve’s arms, taking in deep breaths as you grinned brightly, rubbing your feet to get rid of the awful feeling still lingering on your feet.
“You guys… are so mean…” you puffed out, even though your grin clearly told another story. Steve just chuckled and hugged you tightly as Bucky patted your thigh and got up.
“Of course we are, now if you excuse me, I have places to be.” Bucky told the two of you before making a quick escape, knowing that Steve would get his own back soon enough.
You looked up at Steve, who giggled and shook his head fondly. “Are we going to get revenge?” You asked him, despite probably knowing the answer.
“Oh yes, we will eventually, but for now, we’ll wait.”
#avengers tickle#avengers tickle fic#marvel tickle#marvel tickle fic#ticklish!reader#mcu tickle#mcu tickle fic#ler!bucky#ler!steve#ticklish!steve#ler!reader
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Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast
Word count: 3,800
Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)
Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?
So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊
(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)
"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"
You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.
"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.
"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."
"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."
"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.
"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."
Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."
"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"
"8AM."
"And what time did you go to sleep?"
You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."
Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."
"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"
"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.
"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."
"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.
"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.
"I will not fall asleep!"
Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."
You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.
And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.
As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.
"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.
"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.
"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.
"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.
"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."
"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"
"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."
"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.
The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.
And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.
"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.
"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.
"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"
"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"
"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."
"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.
"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."
It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.
At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?
Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.
The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.
It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.
He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.
"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.
"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.
"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.
You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.
"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"
"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."
"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.
"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.
"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.
Nothing.
"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"
Not even a flinch.
"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.
"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.
Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.
"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.
Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.
"What are you guys doing?"
The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.
"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.
"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.
"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.
"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.
The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.
"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.
"Hey, I tried."
"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"
Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.
Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.
When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.
"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.
"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."
"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.
"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."
"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."
"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.
"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.
"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.
"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."
"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.
"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."
"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.
"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.
"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"
"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"
"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"
"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.
"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."
"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.
You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.
And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.
"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."
"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.
"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"
"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"
"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"
Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.
"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."
He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.
"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.
Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.
"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.
"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."
"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.
"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."
In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.
He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.
Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.
He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.
Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?
Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.
Suddenly, you squeaked.
It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.
"What..."
"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.
"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.
"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.
"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"
"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"
Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.
With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.
But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:
Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.
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Dead Meat
Just a short one for you guys!! Bad with pronouns lol Ler bucky, lee reader, lee Steve Part two for Helpless helper
Y/n got involved in a t-word fight with the two super soldiers, soon her and Steve fall Victom of a fight of their own.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1”
You were gone by the time these words were spoken. However it seems as if you ran to the right person for help.
“Ok I got a spot” Clint said, amused at your panic.
“Follow me” He said as he lead you to the nearest air vent.
“In here”
“In the vent?” You said skepticl
“You wanna get out of this or not?”
“Yea, yea, fine.” you said as you climbed into the vent.
Once you were up there, you got in the perfect spot to be hidden, but still be able to see out. Soon you saw Bucky, as he walked up to Clint. Although you couldent hear what he was saying, you knew what he was going to say, and after they talked for a little bit, you felt shocked and betrayed as you saw Clint's eyes dart to where you were Hiding.
“Dammit” You said to yourself as you started to crawl through the vents to get to a new spot. But just as you were about to get away, you felt something grasp your ankle, and just then you were pulled out of the vent. You let out a squeal as you went down.
“AH! Bucky! Fancy seeing you here.”
“It seems to me as if you lied to a dear friend of ours.” He said and hinted towards Clint.
“I did not lie! I just let out some things.. You said as you started Giggling
“Very important things however” Clint said, and then grabbed you faster than you could comprehend what was happening.
As Clint heald you, Bucky Immedeatly went for the kill.
“AHAHAHABUHUHUHUBUHUHUCKYHYHYHYHYHY”
“Sorry, but this is what you get Doll.” Everyone knew he didnt mean his apology.
“Jees Buck, I know you told me it was bad, but I didnt think you meant this bad.” He giggled as he completed his sentence
“DOHOHOHOHOHNHT TEHEHEASEHE MEHEHEHEH”
“Aw why? Does it make it worse for ya?” Clint said this knowing it would make you blush.
Once your laughter became silent, they stopped.
“Learn your lesson Doll?”
“Yeheheahah”
He held you close as you giggled.
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