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Leave the Light on | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Possibly gender neutral, I don’t think I used anything to make it Fem but apologies if I did!)

Summary: Where Bucky figures out that you are the light in his life, the person he needs to help him through his darkest days.

Warnings: angst baby!! Small fluff (dig deep but it’s there), depressed bucky, mentions of injuries, mentions of death, hurt/comfort maybe?

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I was driving home and the song ‘Leave a light on’ came on and suddenly inspired. I also can’t seem to stop writing depressed and sad Bucky, but in my defense, he is soft, and I need to look after him. Please enjoy. I have half edited it, apologises if there’s any mistakes.

Some days were harder than others. Bucky had found out the hard way. Some days, he was fine. The darkness that seemed to swallow him was kept at bay; his mind relaxed as much as it could with all the shit going on in there.

Some days it was like today. Where the darkness swallowed him hole. Where nothing seemed to go for him. Where the day never seemed to end. Where the memories seeped back in, leaving him feeling guilt and shame.

The mission hadn’t gone well. His body ached from the fight between Sam, Walker, and himself. The feelings from seeing Walker bludgeon someone with the shield was still fresh in his mind.

Steve would hate it.

But Steve wasn’t around anymore.

Bucky huffed as he shoved his hands into his jacket after hitching his bag up on his shoulder. He resented Steve for what he did, leaving him alone. But then again, he could understand. He would’ve done the same for you.

You.

It wasn’t long after Steve had left and Bucky had found himself lost, mentally he had no idea what was going in. He had healed a lot when he was in Wakanda, Steve would visit often, and they had reminisced about what they had missed and what could’ve been.

But after Thanos, Bucky was gone for five years, and Steve seemed a different man again. He felt like it was Hydra all over again, where he lost time and memories.

This time, he lost Steve.

Bucky had found that he needed coping methods, which is how he stumbled into you. You had a little bookshop that always stayed open late, and Bucky had always loved to get lost in a book when he was overwhelmed.

He found himself coming back once a week, that turned into a couple of times and then it seemed he lived their outside of work. It wasn’t till after a couple of months that he finally asked you out and the rest was history.

He notedly lived more at your apartment than his own, he preferred it that way. He couldn’t bear to be in the barren apartment of his anymore, not after being in yours for so long. The pictures and quotes on the walls, the candles, the floor to ceiling bookshelves full of new and old books. The way it always smelled like you. The handmade blankets you had from your neighbour.

He couldn’t leave.

He had also found that the only way he could feel better after nightmares and long missions was seeing you. Holding you. Feeling you. He just needed you at this point.

After the first few times he had rocked up to your apartment, gone midnight, covered in a thin layer of sweat, or littered with small cuts and bruises, you had promised that you would always leave a light on.

It was after a particularly bad nightmare, where Bucky had barely closed his eye before he woke up screaming, his neighbours banging on his wall, telling him to shut up. He woke up to darkness in his apartment, his heart racing. He didn’t think twice as he left his apartment, practically running.

Bucky had arrived at your apartment, barely dressed, shaking. His eyes were glazed over, his skin clammy. His breathing fast. You didn’t need him to say anything as you pulled him into your apartment. You held him all night long. It took one hour for his breathing to steady, another two for him to stop shaking. He had eventually fallen asleep listening to the soft beating of your heart.

After that night, you had promised him that you would leave a light on for him. That the light would always stay on, day and night so that he could see it. You had gone out the very next day and brought a led candle to place in your window, you checked the batteries daily and always left it on.

Bucky stopped walking, looking up at your window. He wanted to smile but he couldn’t. The candle was on, flickering against the dark backdrop of your apartment. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve someone like you, what he did to be able to love someone like you.

That stupid, cheap candle meant so much to him. It meant that you were willing to be with him, through the dark times that he was having. Through the past that still haunted him on a daily basis.

He took a deep breath before letting himself into the building and climbing the stairs to your apartment. He had gotten a spare key from you a month ago, it was attached to the keychains that you had brought him . He let himself in, inhaling your scent.

He was home.

He dumped his bag on the floor and hung his jacket up, wincing. He gently shut the door, trying not to wake you up. He had already spotted you, curled up on the couch. You were wearing one of his t-shirts, curled up in one of the many blankets in the apartment, the tv was on, but the volume was quiet.

It was like you had a sixth sense for him, as he started to make your way over to him, you nose crinkled, your eyebrows furrowed, your eye fluttering open. As soon as you spotted him a soft smile spread across your face. It was like your whole face lit up.

You stumbled to your feet, forgoing the blankets, and falling into Buckys arms. He bite back a wince as he just wanted to hold you, be with you. He pulls you in closer, burying his face in your hair. “God I missed you.”

“I miss you too,” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his rich smell. “Tough mission? I can tell. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

You let Bucky go although it take him a second longer to let his arms to fall to his side. He nods as he watches you turn around, grabbing your phone and drink, you walk over to the bedroom, looking over at him, smiling.

Buckys eye gaze over at the candle, a warmth spreading through him. He tore his gaze away, his eyes finding you. Standing there, your hand held out to him, his t-shirt resting on the middle of your thigh.

Smiling.

You smile was like sunshine. You brightened up his day, every time you spotted him there was this smile that spread across your face. Your eyes would light up. You looked at him with complete adoration. He loved that look.

“Come on slow poke,” you call out, beckoning him.

Although he loved the candle and what it meant. It was you that was the light in his life. It was you he looked to when he was at the darkest points in his life, it was you that lit up the road to salvation.

You were his light, and he was never going to let you go.

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alohastyles-x · 2 years

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Can I please have a Tony stark x reader or Scott lang x reader or Vision x reader ZombieAU? Either one works! Thanks:) take your time babe!!

omg yes, I'm so sorry this took a bit to write, I wanted to make sure I got down Scott's personality hehe <3 I absolutely loved this concept, and I hope you enjoy where I took this! big shout out to @atlaese and @theyear1980 for help :)

Zombified - marvel

*lets pretend this gif is from the mcu lol*

Pairing: Scott Lang x Zombie!Tony Stark x Zombie!Vision x reader

Prompt: While camping out in a convenience store, Character A watches as a frightened Character B bangs on the glass, trying to make it past the blockade that Character A put in front of the door. Character A can just barely tell what Character B is saying: “Help! Let me in! They’re coming! [ pretty sure this one is from @deity-prompts ]

Word Count: 3.5k

warnings: descriptions of violence and gore, horror story,

this story is apart of my house of horrors event!

House of Horror Stories Guidelines | House of Horror Stories Masterlist

Silence filled the musty air as you leaned against the wall, rifle in hand. There was a shifting outside and in the atmosphere surrounding you. What was once peaceful was now unnerving, shadows dancing out of the corner of your eye. Your heart raced as footsteps were heard outside. They were running, gaining speed and getting closer to where you sat. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath before making sure the rifle was loaded and cocked, waiting to be used. Your hand rested delicately next to the trigger as you aimed the gun up towards the front doors of the convenience store.

You had already blocked the doors off with heavy furniture left behind and cut the electric cords so the automatic opener feature wasn’t working. This had eased your mind, knowing you had the upper hand. Now all you had to do was wait, wait for the perfect shot… whoever was outside was getting closer… and closer… until a figure appeared disheveled in front of the door. His fists rose and he began banging on the door furiously.

“Hey! Let me in! Please! There’s this... god, what is that? This thing after me. What are we calling them? Zombies? Yeah that!” He shouted. You recognized his voice- it was Scott Lang, otherwise known as Ant Man, one of the newer Avenger recruits. You lowered the gun, staring at him in disbelief.

Okay pause- you’re probably wondering what he’s talking about. Zombies? Seriously? Get real, right? Unfortunately, his description is very, very accurate.

The world had changed since the reverse snap and the fall of the Avengers. After Thanos had accomplished his self-deemed destiny to eliminate half of the universes’ populations on every planet, in every galaxy, what was left of the Avengers worked tirelessly to figure out how to reverse engineer the snap. After a long and grueling battle they succeeded in defeating Thanos’ army, and bringing back the half of the population that disappeared…

… but at what cost.

Biologist Ellie Mae had come back to find the love of her life Linda Gahle had died in the 5 years she was gone. Her grief was instrumental in the events that led to where you were today: holed up in an abandoned convenience store that, by some miracle, still had its windows intact.

You see, Ellie had been so distraught over her wife's death, that she spent days, weeks and months trying to bring her back. Ellie succeeded… kind of. What she created wasn’t Linda, it wasn’t even human at all; it was a monster. Skin as ashy and pale as a decomposing body, eyes dull and lifeless, skin haphazardly stitched back together from Ellie’s surgical procedures to reinstate Linda’s organs- she created a zombie. A zombie that was hungry for meat, thirsty for blood. Ellie died at the hands of her very own creation that soon was let loose on the streets.

Others weren’t as lucky as Ellie. Many that came in contact with the, now, zombified Linda survived… if you could even call it that. More and more Zombies came to life, popping up out of the freshly dug dirt in graveyards, morgues, and even on the street just mere hours after they were found deceased. The time it took to turn always varied, depending on just how much of the disease got in through the bites before the zombies moved on to better looking meals.

When the outbreak had occurred, you had lost everything all at once. Your home wasn’t safe to stay in, and the small little family you once had was infected, leaving you to do the hardest thing imaginable: end their suffering. The kickback from the shotgun you used left a dark purple bruise on your shoulder after multiple shots were fired to end it all. The tears had stained your cheeks, making their way through the blood splatter that had landed on your face.

Without giving yourself a second to process what just happened and what you just did, you threw some clothes into a bag, as well as some survival tools your dad had prepared after the news broke of the infections.

The world had turned upside down. More and more people were turning daily- the Zombies now outnumbered the humans. But things turned dark when the infections reached the heroes-the New Avengers- that were left after the snap.

No one knew how, assuming they had the technology to shield themselves from it. In fact, that’s what everyone was hoping for: that the New Avengers could stay safe long enough to find a cure. But everyone was mistaken.

To everyone’s surprise, Tony Stark was the first to go- or, rather, come back zombified. It was a giant conspiracy as to how he got infected after his sacrifice- as far as anyone knew he was dead and buried.

The world was slowly running out of humans and as far as you knew, you were one of the few left alive in your town. No one had even tried to break into the convenience store you had bunkered down in. It was an eerie thought.

You had just lit a candle for the night next to your makeshift bed. Lucky for you, no one decided they needed pet beds in a zombie apocalypse, so you took the seven pet beds the store had in stock and made yourself a comfy place to sleep.

It really wasn’t all that bad given the circumstances. The store still had plenty of food, water, and other things. You assumed more people were focused on fleeing the city rather than stocking up on essentials, which left the convenience store nearly full.

After making your rounds to each entrance and then settling in for the night, you were caught off guard by a sound off in the distance: yelling.

That led to where you were now, staring Scott Lang down as he continued banging on the door, pleading for you to help him. Suddenly, as if someone flicked a switch in your brain, you got to work assessing the situation.

“Meet me at the back door, it’s easier to get you in that way!” You shouted, hoping he could hear you over his incessant banging.

“What?” He yelled back, stilling his fists. You rolled your eyes and pointed towards the back of the store.

“Back! Door!” You yelled back. He nodded and took off.

“Fucks sake,” you muttered under your breath as you followed his actions and jogged towards the back door. This one you didn’t feel the need to block as much save for a large heavy box. It was a heavy door that locked automatically so no one outside could enter.

You grunted as you slid the box away from the door, and quickly opened it. Scott Lang stood there, looking around anxiously as the noises of hungry zombies filled the outside air. You waved him in, and shut the door tightly as soon as he stepped inside.

“Thank you, I’m so grateful,” Scott whispered. He was currently waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark stock-room.

“Anything for an Avenger,” you responded, winking- even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“Follow me, I’m set up in here.”

You led him into the store, bringing him to the corner where your makeshift bed was. You had a small box next to it with a kerosene lantern from your home sitting on it.

“Nice place you got here,” Scott said, chuckling to himself. “No, really though, this is insane that this place isn’t ransacked more than it is.”

“Yeah, I got lucky I guess,” you chuckled. “Uh, so, there aren't any more pet beds, but I can break mine down and set one up for you…”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can sleep on the floor,” Scott responded with a bright smile.

“The floor? Jesus, Scott, no. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor,” you said. You began to break down your bed, pulling 4 of the pet beds out and setting them up on the other side of the box night stand.

“I never got your name,” Scott responded, watching you make his bed for him. He felt awkward and unsure of how to act and respond.

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You said, simply. It made him chuckle, the way the two of you were able to make small talk amid a zombie apocalypse. He looked around, and grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf next to him.

“So, what kind of supplies do you have, y/n?”

“Guns, knives, plenty of food and water clearly, and that’s about it, aside from what the store offers.” You responded, finishing laying out the blanket atop the pet beds for him. He silently thanked you with a nod of his head, before moving to sit down. You took him in as he was sitting, wondering what he was doing all the way out here.

He had a large bruise on his upper cheekbone, a small slit in his eyebrow. You assumed he must have fallen and hit his head against a rock or something. As you moved your eyes down, you noticed a lot of blood on his shirt, and then his sleeve. Without thinking, you knelt before him and moved his shirt up, exposing his toned stomach.

“Oh, shit!” You muttered, seeing a deep gash slashed across his abdomen. He brought his gaze down to where your hands were already carefully inspecting it.

“Oh that? You should see the other guy,” he winced. Even in pain he was attempting to keep up his comedic act. You smirked.

“I’m sure, tough guy. Here, I’ve got some supplies to help clean the wound.” You reached for a small red bag perched near the box nightstand. In it contained a few antibiotic pills known to help cure the infection, as well as hydrogen peroxide and other wound cleaning solutions, some gauze and some stitching equipment.

“Here, take this and lay back,” you said, gently pushing him back down onto the bed, handing him one of the antibiotics. The kerosene lantern casted a glow on the wound making it shiny and look even more grotesque. He drew in a breath as you poured the hydrogen peroxide on it; his abs flexed in response.

“So, what brought you out here?” You asked, attempting to distract him from the pain.

“I honestly didn’t know anyone was out here, but man, I’m glad someone was. Tony and Vision- well, zombie Tony and Zombie Vision teamed up, and you know, the two of them as humans were unstoppable together… let alone as Zombies. So-ow,” he winced as you began to stitch the wound together. You muttered an apology before he continued.

“- so, I led them out here, hoping to distract them from civilization, but that was a bust. I’m not sure where they are now.” He finished. You glanced up at him. The way he just brushed off the fact that both Tony was alive and that he was now loose as a zombie made your heart drop.

“I’m sorry… what?” You asked, your hand hovering over his wound. You were two stitches away from closing the wound shut.

“What part did you not get?” He asked, a confused look on his face. He forgot that not everyone was aware of the situation regarding Tony. You raised your eyebrow at him as you finished stitching him up.

“How did Tony come back?” You asked.

“Oh, right, not everyone knows. Well, after Tony’s sacrifice, Pepper lost it. She couldn’t wrap her head around him being gone, no matter how hard she tried. She put on a brave face, I’ll admit that as well; she had us all fooled. When she heard of the experiment Ellie performed, she reached out immediately to get the information on what she did to bring back her lover. She paid an ungodly amount of money for the secret, and then performed it herself. Tony was back, but within a matter of minutes the disease had spread through his body, turning him into a zombie. Pepper was able to send an alert out before… before…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to. You know what he was trying to say. Before the inevitable happened before Pepper ended up just like Ellie; lifeless on the floor.

“And Vision?” You asked.

“We’re still not sure. We think Tony somehow managed to infect his harddrive- or something- with a similar infection. I don’t even know how that is possible, but here we are,” Scott answered. You had finished your stitching job, and were about to cover it with a bandage to keep it clean, but Scott moved your hand away.

“Wow. Brilliant stitching job, are you a doctor?” He asked, inspecting your work.

“No, just sewn a few costumes here and there,” you smiled brightly, happy for the recognition of your work.

He caught your eye, and returned the smile. A feeling of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, making your heart stop in your chest for a second.

“Alright, you can finish bandaging this up. Let's hope this antibiotic kicks in soon,” Scott said, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. He laid back down and you placed the bandage over his wound, and began to tape it up.

A sudden clatter outside made you stop cold, a shiver running down your spine. Scott had leaned up suddenly on his elbows, looking around the shelf blocking his view from the door. An electrical buzzing filled the air.

“Shit!” Scott said loudly, pushing himself up to his feet. Another clatter came from the direction of the door. “Where’s the gun?”

“What do you mean, what is - oh my god!” You said, turning to view the door. A zombified Vision was slicing through the door with the stone in his head.

“y/n, where is the gun?” Scott asked again, more firmly this time. You passed him one of the rifles you had.

“Stay here.”

“What? No, I’m helping you!” You said, picking up the second rifle and loading it. Scott shook his head, but didn’t stop you. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop you unless he tied you up. As enticing as the idea was for other reasons, he knew right now wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

“Oh wait,” he started, running back to the back door where he had dropped a bag he forgot to pick back up. You hadn’t even noticed he had a bag on him ever before he came in. “My suit!” He exclaimed, quickly stripping his clothing and slipping into the suit.

“Are you kidding me? You, an actual superhero, forgot you had your suit with you? Why weren’t you wearing it?” You yelled frantically.

“I didn’t want it to get damaged!” He responded. You shook your head at the ridiculousness, and watched as he picked up his rifle and came back into the main store.

A loud bang came from the front doors, and you realized it was the sound of the furniture toppling over as Vision and Tony made their way into the store. They didn’t move like you thought Zombies would, all wobbly and slow. No, no. They were fast, almost faster than before.

Your heart rate sped up as you froze, absolutely shocked at the sight before you. Tony’s skin, unlike the other zombies you had seen, was a blueish green with red blemishes all over. Vision looked the same, but he didn’t talk. You noticed that Tony didn’t either.

Scott didn’t hesitate though. He fired the rifle at Tony, hitting him in the arm. In the next second, Vision had sliced the rifle in half.

“Great, you wanna play dirty? We can play dirty,” Scott said, activating his suit and shrinking down to the size of an ant. You watched as he attacked both Tony and Vision, growing in and out of size, shrinking and growing, punching left and right, taking hits here and there. You were unsure of what to do, it seemed like he had the upper hand.

Thn, as if suddenly aware of your presence, Tony turned to face you, his eyes dead and lifeless. Your eyes grew wide as you realized he was headed towards you. You raised the rifle and went to pull the trigger…

Nothing happened. It was jammed.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Of course this would happen. Of course the rifle would jam right as Tony was about to strike. You stumbled out of the way, smacking right into the shelf behind you. You quickly remembered the knife you had strapped to your thigh above your jeans. You grabbed it, slashing quickly at Tony’s arm as he came up to strike.

“y/n!” Scott yelled out, growing large and squashing vision under his foot. It was just a temporary fix to the situation. He turned his attention to Tony, lunging at him. In a split second he miniaturized right before your eyes, and landed on Tony’s shoulder. Tony flicked him off at record speed, and you took the split second he was distracted to your advantage. You leaned out with the knife, stabbing Tony in the head. He fell to the ground, writhing around. There was no blood at the stab wound, only a green ooze that poured out of the wound.

Scott returned to normal human size, wiping his hands off on eachother.

“That was easy,” he muttered, and you looked at him like he was crazy.

“Easy? That was the most terrifying two minutes of my life,” you muttered. He flashed you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, and for a split second, it was as if the two of you weren’t standing next to the corpses of the once greatest heroes of all time. As if the world wasn’t deteriorating around you. It was a nice distraction.

It was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Lost in the gaze of the other, no one noticed that Tony had withered his way to Scott. He popped up suddenly, taking a giant chunk of skin out of Scott’s arm.

A blood curdling scream left your lips, as you watched horrified as Scott’s blood sprayed everywhere– on you, on Tony, and on the floor below. You leaned down to pick up the knife you had dropped before, and lunged at Tony.

But you weren’t fast enough. Tony had turned, backing away from where you were aiming. Scott stumbled backwards, his breathing labored as he held his arm to his chest.

“Go!” You screamed, wanting him to run and find help. He didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear you over the sound of blood rushing to the wound site. His ears began to ring, and suddenly a bright light appeared before him.

You were unaware he was dying, too busy fighting off Tony. Vision began to twitch from his original position on the floor. No, no no, you thought to yourself. You could handle Tony, at least for a little while… but both Tony and Vision? That was nearly impossible for an average human like yourself.

Suddenly, the fighting stopped. You dropped your arms that were raised to block a blow from Tony that never came. Taken aback by the lack of violence, you felt your heart rate increase at the growing silence.

The silence didn’t last long. Behind you came a deep groaning and grumbling. Your blood ran cold, and your heart stopped in your chest. There was only one person that was behind you last you knew. Only one person who had the capability to make the grumbling sounds you were hearing now.

“y/n…” it came out raspy, and grunted, as if he was choking the words out.

Chills ran up your spine, and you slowly turned to look behind you. As much as you didn’t want to, your brain was moving you without your permission.

Behind you stood a zombified Scott Lang, blood no longer dripping from his wound. His skin was now a pale and ashy color, his eyes an infected greenish-yellow. He was no longer holding his wounded arm, instead it hung a good two inches lower than the other one, the upper bone sticking out of the open bite.

“No…, no, no, no!” You cried out, knowing it was now too late for you. There was no escaping this. No escaping three bloodthirsty zombies that stood before you, eyeing you like you were their last meal.

A blood curdling scream filled the air of the convenience store, before the sloppy sounds of biting and tearing of flesh followed, blood staining the linoleum floor below your body, and then, finally, the satisfied grunts of the zombies.

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leennaan · 1 year

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A/N this is not my art I got it from pinterest all cred to the artist

A/N also posted on my Wattpad: @ leennaan

I am sorry but this is not proofread

@curiousgalacticsoul here is your request. Sorry that it took me so long but some stuff happend. But anyways here it is:

Endgame's battle of Earth is done, Nat's alive. Now romanogers can finally retire from superhero life and life a peaceful life, maybe near pepperony's home

Today was the 15th of June 2024.

Almost one year after the war against Thanos.

It was one of the most scary days in Steve’s life and at the same time one of the best.

If somebody had told him a year ago that they would win and get everybody back he wouldn’t have believed it.

But here he was, standing in front of a big window looking over the big garden they shared with Tony and Pepper. A long table was standing in front of the Stark house. He could see Pepper decorating the table. Tony was running around with little Morgan, his arm better but still not fully functional. He smiled while watching the small family outside, preparing for Morgan’s Birthday-Party.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted his train of thoughts.

“Steve?! Are you ready? Pepper is probably already waiting for us.”

He smiled as soon as he heard the voice. Natasha was standing in the door, arms crossed and a small smile on her lips.

Every time he looked at her, he couldn’t believe that she was really there.

The few hours he believed she was dead, were the worst of his life.

The moment she walked out of one of Stranges portals, with her signature smirk, would be forever burned into his brain. The relief he felt when she hugged him, after they won, when he could feel that she was truly there and not just an imagination of his brain.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Natasha was now standing directly in front of him, her arms wrapped around his shoulder.

“Just how lucky I am to be standing here today, with you by my side. All our friends joining us today to celebrate Morgan’s sixth birthday. I love you, Nat.”

He bent down and connected their lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too. Now common, we really need to get going.”

Together they walked outside and then the short path over to Peppers and Tony’s house. They greeted the small family and congratulated the little girl.

“Auntie Nat, Uncle Steve!

Look what Daddy got me! “ Morgan was running up to them with full speed, a little robot similar to Dum-E following her.

Steve and Natasha kneeled down to greet Morgan and to look at her new friend.

“Daddy says he had one just like me now. I named him Griffin, after Harry Potters House! Mommy let me watch the first one together with Peter last time he visited and I want to be in Gryffindor just like Harry.” Rambled Morgan.

She looked cute like that.

“He looks really nice! Griffin is such a good name for your little friend!” Sayed Natasha while she hugged the girl. Griffin standing next to them watching their interaction.

“Uhh I really enjoyed watching Harry Potter when I watched it with Nat. Next time you visited we should watch the second Movie if your Mother allows.”

“Oh yay! Can we? I am going to ask Mummy right away!”

And before either of the two adults could say anything else, Morgan was running away on her search for her Mother.

Steve stood up from his crouching position and held out his hand to help Nat up.

“Come on, let’s great the others.”

While the couple chatted with the birthday girl, some of the others arrived.

Wanda and Vision where standing with Pepper, a big wrapped box in Wandas hands. Morgan was running up to them happy, to see another aunt and kind of uncle of hers.

Clint, Laura and the kids had just arrived and where now walking the path down to them. “Auntie Nat! Uncle Steve! I missed you sooo sooo much!” Nathaniel was the first who spotted them and flung himself into Steve’s arms, who catched him and hoisted him up on his hip.

“We missed you too buddy! How is school? You have to tell me everything!”

While they talked almost everyone else arrived and the birthday party was in full swing.

Around noon it was time for the cake. Everyone was seated around the table, talking and having fun.

Steve had his arm slung around Natasha’s shoulders, while she was talking to Wanda.

He was so happy, that everything turned out like this. That they could be sitting here together as one big family, celebrating Morgan’s Birthday and just enjoying life. But his thoughts were interrupted by a long whistle and Natasha’s head snapped around, whistling back almost immediately. When he looked up to Natasha’s and his house he could make out a small person, who he knew was Yelena, Natasha’s sister.

Natasha had told him about her in the five years of the blip and after they brought everyone back Natasha had tried to contact her for ages, but no luck. Turned out, someone had told Yelena that Natasha had died while fighting against Thanos and she had gone rought. Trying to find the one she thought was responsible for her death. Long story short around the Easter holidays Clint was visiting New York with his kids and Yelena found him, they fought and Clint told her what really happened and afterwards Yelena and Natasha reconnected again.

Natasha had stood up and was now walking towards Yelena, who he now saw wasn’t standing alone. Another woman was standing next to her, taller than Yelena but he couldn’t say who it was.

When they arrived at the table everyone was joyful to see Yelena again. And while everyone greeted the her the other woman was standing next to Clint and his family greeting them and talking to them. “Everyone, may I Introduce you to the new Hawkeye! This is Kate we met while I was in New York, I helped her with some problems and she helped me with Yelena over here!”

“Hey! She did not help you! She was trying to fight me with Hot sauce!”

“Come one Yel. We said we wouldn’t talk about it. Anyways. Hey everyone I am Kate. Kate Bishop. Big fan of you guys. Nice to meet you all.”

It was good to see, that eventho the original Avengers we’re slowly retiring, someone else was brave enough to stand up and do the work.

Steve and Natasha had agreed to stop with the avenging and while he had given Sam the Shield, Natasha had a long talk with Yelena and she agreed to step into her sisters shoes, at least for know.

So now they were sitting all together, new and old generation and just talking about the good things in life.

He jumped a bit when ge heard Nat whispering in his ear. “You are thinking really loud.”

He had to chuckle before he answers her. “ Just thinking about how lucky we are. How lucky I am to have this family. That I have you by my side. I Love you Nat.” The smile that she gave him was a real one. One he saw more and more since they retired. “I love you too, Steve. I am so happy to be here with all of you, and especially you.”

When he leaned in to kiss her. He heard none other than Tony wolf whistle. “Get a room you too.”

Yeah. They were lucky to have this. Family.

All was Well.

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Blog #3 - MCU

Welcome back to the blog where we discuss it all relating to movies and T.V. This week I want to discuss a very popular movie series or in this case it may be more appropriate to say universe. That’s right this week I want to discuss the past, present, and future of the MCU aka Marvel Cinematic Universe. Before I start, I thought we could switch it up a little and make this more interactive. Below is a quiz to tell you which MCU character you are internally and externally.

I have taken the quiz myself and I was surprised to learn that on the inside I’m like Captain America and on the outside, I’m like Ant-Man. I was a little confused at first but after reading the explanation I can see the similarities. Who did you get? Was it who you expected or totally off?

Coming back to the topic of today I’ll first be discussing the MCU phase 1-3. In my opinion and I might be a little biased these phases are probably one of the best cinematic masterpieces of my generation. In case you have forgotten what movies were in these phases here is a picture as a reference.

The reason why I think these movies were so amazing is for several reasons. One of the main reasons is because of the writing and directing. I never realized how great the writing and directing were until I watched other movies or *cough* *cough* stage 4 of the MCU. In phase 1 were introduced to the main MCU characters like Iron man, Hulk, Thor, and Captain America. We also get to see our heroes fight together for the first time in the Avengers movie. Later in phases 2 and 3, we get to see more secondary characters and heroes introduced. Another main reason why I liked phases 1-3 so much is how refreshing it was to me. When the MCU introduced Iron man first I felt like that was a statement. They could have gone in chronological order and chosen Captain America who is the most like Superman. A superhero who is just, righteous, and courageous. But instead, they choose a character who is riddled with personality problems that would make him an unfit hero. My next reason is the movies were funny, genuinely funny. Which is something I feel is either not shown in superhero movies or not done right. My final reason (at least for today) is the details. I love that saying it’s all in the details. I feel like the MCU understood that perfectly. Accompanied by a great plot, writing, and directing it just took the films to a whole new level.

The next phase I want to discuss is phase 4 the current stage we are in.

While the dates for some of these are off due to the pandemic, we are currently in phase 4. If I am honest and I always try to be I currently have a very strong dislike for phase 4. Now I don’t dislike all of it just certain aspects of it. For example, I really enjoyed Wanda Vision, Falcon, and the Winter Soldier, What If, Doctor Strange 2, and Spiderman 3. The rest of the movies and shows were a bit of a letdown for me. In my opinion, the biggest disappointment was Loki and Black Widow. I felt like these characters had a dark past that was never talked about in the movies. Furthermore, both had complex personalities. Considering both are no longer “alive” it would have been a great opportunity to explore their origin stories. In addition, most of the shows/movies felt cheesy in the writing and directing. The saddest part is you can see the difference in the writing and directing from the last phase to this one. A funny joke I saw on Instagram was comparing the writing in the past vs the present. For example, in infinity war (phase 1) Thor says bring me Thanos. While in Love and Thunder Lady Thor said eat my hammer. Rewatching both scenes just doesn’t give the same effect. On top of that, the plot didn’t always make sense to me. I’m often left feeling confused rather than excited at the end of a movie/show.

Kinda like this...

The final stage I will be discussing is stage 5 and 6.

After watching most of the content in phase 4 I strongly considered being done with the MCU. Stage 5 didn’t give me much hope that it was going to get better. The only movie I would be interested in watching is Guardians of the Galaxy. But even then, I’m unsure how interesting it will be missing one of the main characters, Gamora. However, just when I’m about to write off the MCU they release phase 6 and I see they added 2 Avengers movies. This is big news for any marvel fan because the last Avengers movie was in 2019 . Futhermore with a lot of the original crew dead, it seemed unlikely that there would be a new Avengers movie. I don't know what to expect but this gives me hope for the future of the MCU and I can't help but be excited once again.

Thank you guys for tuning into this episode and I hope to see you guys again next week. Love you 3000.

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Unconditional - 3

Hello! Today's post is a little late lol. I'm gonna try to post everyday now that I'm in summer(no promises though the last time I made a promise I got thanos snapped by school)! So enjoy a FIRST KISS(ooOOoo) and some more awkward fluffy bois

Adonis was still running down the pathway what seemed like a whole minute later. He stumbled and ground to a halt, panting with his hands on his legs. It was really hot. Also, he felt sunburnt. He wasn't used to being outside- usually, on a day like this, he'd be inside with his nose buried in the books. If it wasn't for Luca. Luca was tan, had that perfect shade that came from many days in the sun. Of course, he wasn't the best at studying, either...

But Adonis had to admit, he kind of liked him that way. It was weird. Normally he had that strange desire to fix, to help as if something was broken there. For Luca, though, the idea of trying to "fix" him repulsed Adonis. It wouldn't be Luca if he changed anything. His fitness, his (sometimes) air-headedness and lack of awareness, his sweetness, his impulsivity-

Adonis felt a hand suddenly land on his shoulder. Followed immediately by the smell of vanilla.

Oh shi-

(Perspective change)

Luca spun Adonis around again angrily. I'm not mad I'm not mad I'm not mad I'm not- okay, I'm kind of mad. I mean, what the heck?? You can't just do that-

All the thoughts in his brain stopped when Adonis turned around with a blue rose in his hair and a blush on his cheeks. And messy hair, blown out of its usual neatness by the running. There were also petals in his hair.

Basically, he looked hot. In both senses of the word. It took Luca a second to realize that the blush was probably from the heat and not from his hand on his shoulder- right? Probably. The key word was probably. It took him another second to realize that he had been standing open-mouthed for at least a minute just staring. "I, um- well-" "Uh- This is- I mean, I'm just- I'm just hot from running-" Adonis stammered, realizing the state of his hair and frantically attempting to fix it. "I'm not- sorry, I'm not used to- uh, being super athletic..."

Adonis looked up to see Luca, staring... angrily? Not quite. He had a strange expression on his face, halfway between guilty and angry. "...Luca?" Luca jumped. "Are you okay?" He stared down at Adonis again, walking towards him slowly. "Um, Luca? You're being kind of weird... Is there something wrong? Luca? Lu-"

A breeze blew through the leafy archways of the garden, shaking the branches and releasing a soft cloud of leaves onto those beneath them. Between the arches in the hot summer heat two figures stood, one with white hair and tanned skin and the other pale, crowned with black hair and a blue rose tucked behind his ear. The prince and the scholar, kissing softly in the summer heat.

#gay #cute #romance #first kiss #unconditional #part 3 #love #i love him #fluff #fluffy bois #eeeeee #makes me happy #feels good man

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Irises - Chapter II

Part of the Druig x Elena AU (see full AU list here)

Characters: Druig x Fem!OC (Elena)

Summary: Druig plans a proposal for Elena but his plans change when Thanos extinguishes half of all life in the universe

Warnings: emotional pain

Read part one here

Tags: @inpraizeof @bellejeanx @release-your-sweets

Author's note: thank you for the feedback beautiful souls <3 As always, enjoy and keep the requests coming :)

5 years later…

“You know, you should really come to my Wednesday night support group sometime. It’s all people like you who lost loved ones in the Blip, and we’re just trying to find a way forward.”

Druig grit his teeth, trying to stifle the urge to close his fist around Steve Rogers’ windpipe.

It hadn’t taken the Avengers very long to make contact with the Eternals after the Snap almost five years ago. Or so he’d been told; Druig hadn’t actually been there to meet the Avengers the first time.

After losing Elena and Lyla, Druig had spent as much time as he could alone. He knew it worried his fellow Eternals – particularly Makkari, who’d come to find him shortly after the Snap, and Sprite, who’d hardly left his side since that day – but he found it was the only way he could survive. Being around others made the ache in his chest feel like it was a chasm threatening to swallow him whole. It was particularly bad when he had to talk about it.

Druig was morbidly fascinated by humans’ need to talk about everything, as if words had some sort of healing power. Druig didn’t need to hear any words about that day, or any of the hundreds he’d spent purposelessly wandering since then. He felt Elena’s absence ingrained into every fiber of his being, as much as part of him as his own skin. What good would words be?

“No.” It was all Druig could muster in response to Captain America’s offer. Part of Druig knew it was a genuine expression of kindness, but mostly he was repulsed by the notion. Druig recognized that there was a hope – no, more of an expectation – that he “get over it”, as the expression went. The undercurrent of Steve Rogers’ offer said as much: come to my group, talk about it, move on.

But there was no moving on. Druig had spent countless hours pondering why moving on wasn’t an option for him. Eventually, he’d settled on the fact that the concept of time was irrelevant to him as an Eternal, so the human pressure to “make the most of every day” and “live life to the fullest” was hollow and meaningless. There was no expiration date on an Eternals’ existence, or if there was, the timeline was so protracted compared to the fleeting lifespan of a human that the sense of urgency to “move on” from things simply didn’t register.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” With a patronizing tap on the shoulder, Steve Rogers stood up and left Druig to his thoughts, and not a moment too soon.

Druig took a sip of his coffee, letting his wind wander softly as he watched the raindrops blearily slide down the outside of the café window. After much pleading (‘light emotional blackmail’ felt like a more befitting term), Druig had agreed to meet the irritatingly optimistic Captain America with his fellow Eternals. Druig hadn’t paid much attention to what the blonde wonder boy had to say. He’d heard snippets stones, timelines, some being named Thanos, and “bringing people back”. That was when Druig had snapped, leaving his compatriots to soak in the false optimism of the human hero. Hope wasn’t an option for Druig. It felt like drinking acid.

Much to his displeasure, Steve Rogers had made a point to drop in on Druig’s late morning coffee to make the ridiculous offer to talk about it on his way out of town. Presumably back to rejoin his misguided Avengers on their anguishing quest to undo the Snap.

Druig breathed a small sigh of relief as he watched Captain America’s frame disappear down the street into the morning gloom. It was a bleak day out: gray, chilled, and unrelenting. Most of Druig’s days felt like that, but today the weather at least matched his own head space. He took another bracing sip of coffee, watching Steve Rogers’ silhouette melt into the fog.

6 months later…

“The usual?” the barista called form behind the counter, recognizing Druig’s face enter the dimly lit café from the brisk sidewalk, where a bracing late fall wind had reddened his cheeks. He nodded stoically, taking his usual seat by the window along with a book he’d been trying to force himself to read for almost a year. It wasn’t a long book, but he found he couldn’t remember what he’d read halfway down the page and would have to start over again. If he was being honest, he didn’t come to the café to read, or for the coffee, or even the charming view of the city square and park (the park, in fact). He came because he knew Elena loved it here. Somehow he felt closer to her sitting in the comfy, worn down armchair next to the picture window.

The barista – a young girl with a nose ring and pink on the undersides of her hair – delivered his coffee, shooting him a shy smile. She’d been trying to catch his eye for months. Druig had noticed, he could feel the edges of her mind rub against his irritatingly whenever she dropped off his coffee, but he had ignored her. His powers seemed to have gotten more sensitive since the Snap. He knew this was because of the intensity of emotion both in him and around him in others. His powers felt raw, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. At times he didn’t mind it; it was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one carrying around a heaviness in his heart. Other times, however, it was so persistently frustrating it almost drove him to tears.

He brushed off the flirtatious barista in a gruff silence, taking his coffee and trying to sink into his book. Another bonus of the book: fewer people tried to talk to him. Again, what was it with these beings and talking?

He let his eyes wander aimlessly over the words at the top of the page for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the people walking by on the sidewalk. Most of them had thick winter coats and scarves on, their shoulders pulled up towards their ears and their heads retracted into the warmth of their layers like turtles. It was a particularly cold day for this time of year. Driven by the cold and the bustle of daily life, many of the people walked faster than usual past the picture window.

Druig’s mind took a silent inventory of those he saw walk past him. An older man in a hounds tooth coat, clutching a Starbucks coffee, a mahogany cane and today’s newspaper. A young woman pushing a stroller, a bright pink scarf wrapped around her neck and matching gloves gripping the push bar of the stroller as she tried to angle around the older gentleman on the narrow sidewalk. A little girl wearing a soft white sundress, honey curls bouncing in the breeze.

Druig’s heart stopped beating.

Honey curls.

He shot up and out of his chair in the café, fairly certain he had knocked it and the table clean over in his haste. He threw the door open so forcefully the glass threatened to shatter. In an instant, he had crossed the street, yesterday’s rain splashing up on his pants as he ploughed through the puddles.

“Lyla!” His voice cracked under the pressure of those two syllables. For half an instant, he worried she wouldn’t turn. A small part of him thought perhaps this was the moment his exhausted mind finally snapped into insanity.

But then, before his voice had died out, she turned. Her eyes – Elena’s eyes – locked onto his and a spark of recognition danced across her face. Druig felt the air rush out of his lungs.

“Daddy!” she screeched. He flung himself his knees on the sidewalk in front of her, grabbing her into a hug. She was soft and warm, as if she’d been in the sunlight all this time. He relished the feel of her hair against his cheek, the way her body shook with laughter.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” she asked curiously, returning his hug. He choked on the memory of the last time she’d asked him that, 5 years ago, less than half a mile away on their way to the picnicking spot.

He forced himself to release his grip on her slightly, pulling back so he could look in her eyes. She returned his steady gaze, brows slightly furrowed in concern. He blinked away hot tears.

“Where have you been, petal?” he murmured, marveling at her. How could this be?

She frowned at him as she considered his question. She brought her hands to the bow on the front of her dress, fidgeting with it worriedly. He recognized that look – it was the same look Elena wore each time she was bothered by something.

Elena.

Druig gasped again as the idea smacked him like a brick wall. If Lyla was here… could it be? That familiar temptation to hope grabbed at him. He’d spent so long fighting it off, trying to resist the urge to hope. But here she was, little Lyla, in the same dress she’d had on all those years ago, and not a day older. Had he truly lost his grip on reality?

“I’m sorry.” Lyla’s whispered apology rooted Druig back into the moment. She couldn’t meet his eyes, staring intently at his chest while she fidgeted with the bow on her dress.

“What do you mean, sweetie, what are you sorry for?” he asked gently, lowering his face to peer into her fretting eyes.

“I lost the flowers, Daddy. And the box.”

It took Druig a moment to register what she was referencing. Flowers? Box?

As if awakening from a long slumber, the memory of that day – the day he’d lost Lyla and Elena – rose into his mind. Irises… Yes, he’d asked Lyla to hold the irises, and the ring, for the proposal. The box? Druig stumbled on that for a moment before remembering that the ring had been nestled in a black velvet jewelry box. He’d been worried about asking Lyla to hold onto the ring alone, worried she’d drop it (or worse, swallow it, as human children were wont to do), so he’d opted to keep it in the box.

It felt impossible to consider, but the signs all seemed to point to the fact that Lyla was just as she’d been the day he’d lost her. Her age, her clothes, her memories. It was as if she’d fallen out of one day on Earth and awoken in another, 5 years later, without losing a second of her own life. Druig’s mind worked in countless directions as he tried to make sense of it.

Lyla’s soft little sob, once more, brought him back to the moment. She was tearing up, he realized.

“Oh petal, it’s OK, ssshhh, come here.” He brought her in to his chest for another hug, cradling the back of her head against his shoulder, planting a kiss in her curls. He recognized the smell of her bubble bath. There was no doubt, then: it was Lyla, 5 years ago, here, in his arms.

But that meant…

He stood up, lifting Lyla up in his arms. As endearing as she was when she walked beside him (just the thought of getting to hold her hand again, the way he’d have to bend slightly so she could reach, shot a current of joy through his center), there was no time to lose.

But where to go?

As Druig turned a few times in place, as if looking for a sign, he began to notice that something was different about the day. There were the sounds of people, lots of people, hugging, crying, laughing. Momentarily distracted, Druig reached out gingerly with his powers, trying to make contact with the minds around him.

The intensity of emotion he felt made his knees threaten to buckle.

It was pure joy. Full, whole, uncut joy. From everywhere. Cell phones were ringing, car horns honking, people running up and down the sidewalk, through the street, arms outstretched, embracing one another. Long lost friends, lovers, children, acquaintances.

How?

It was far too late to think he’d be able to resist hoping now. Hope surged inside him, like sunshine peeking over the horizon at daybreak. He felt it spread from his chest, radiating in warm beams through every iota of his being. He gulped at the air for a moment, awestruck.

Elena.

Unsure of where to go, how to look, he probed with his powers. He hadn’t used them in a long time – he’d been too weary – so he felt unsteadied by the intensity of thoughts and feelings he encountered as he hopped from human to human, staying in each for only a moment, trying to see through their eyes any trace of Elena. After a few minutes of doing this, he felt almost drunk on the feeling.

Then, suddenly, as he leapt from one rejoicing mind to the next, he saw her.

She was standing alone, in the park, looking down at her palms with a pensive and quizzical expression on her face. She turned her hands back and forth as if examining them for injuries. She curled her fingers into a loose fist, then unfurled them in a fluid motion, testing her body.

Druig drank her in, although he felt a surge of annoyance at the limits of human eyesight. He was grateful for the (unconsenting) use of this human’s mind, but it was nothing like how he saw Elena.

“Did you find Mummy?” Lyla recognized the glow in Druig’s eyes; she knew he usually only used his powers around her when she was looking for something – or someone – important.

Druig loosened his grip on the human’s mind, reluctant to lose sight of Elena, but fueled by the need to see her with his own eyes. He nodded to Lyla. A smile opened across her face, and he felt himself smiling back.

“Let’s go.”

Forcing himself to walk at a reasonable pace so as not to alarm Lyla, he set off for the park. Although earlier this morning, he’d cursed the biting wind, he sucked it in now in grateful gasps. Every cell in his body danced with anticipation, electricity.

Elena.

Her name echoed in his mind. He cradled it, allowing himself to repeat it over and over again. It had been so hard to say her name – to even think it – for so long. He let his self-control relax entirely, and like a dam collapsing, her name spilled forth from every direction of his thoughts. He let it wash over him.

Elena.

He walked past a father embracing his teenaged son in the park, tears flowing freely from both of their eyes.

Elena.

Druig could see the banks of the pond up ahead, bare trees standing sentinel, a few browned leaves clinging to the lower branches. He remembered the last time he’d been here, it had been that summer day almost 5 years ago. He could almost see the picnic blanket spread across the grown, the purple of the irises in Lyla’s hands.

Then, in the space between his breathes, he saw her. Elena. His mind felt untethered from his body, floating, rushing towards her, engulfing her in a protective aura. It wasn’t his powers doing that, although for a moment he thought it might be. It was love.

“Mama!” Lyla’s gleeful cry caught her ear, and in one thrilling second, she’d turned to face Druig and Lyla. The mild confusion that had knotted her brows dissipated, her beautiful features opening into a smile that stopped his heart mid-beat.

Druig closed the distance between them in three steps. As soon as he felt her skin against his, he exhaled, not realizing he’d been holding his breath this long. Without pausing for explanation, with his free hand he traced his fingers up Elena’s arm, tilting his forehead forward until he felt it connect with hers. She, like her daughter, was dressed for summer, and he felt goosebumps forming on her skin. He marveled at the simplicity of that, the purity of the moment. He breathed her in; her scent was intoxicating, and it illuminated all of the memories he’d allowed to lay dormant for the last five years. Memories of stolen kisses against the kitchen sink, his arms snaked around her from behind as she washed a dish. Memories of riding together in a car, the windows rolled down, the breeze blowing her hair across her face, her expression of irritation as she pulled the strands out of her glossed lips. Memories of holding Lyla for the first time, Elena’s chest heaving with the exertion, as they both looked down into those beautiful, hazel eyes.

He breathed in and out, letting the peaceful quiet feeling of being reunited seep into his heart. He wanted to look into her eyes, to hug her, kiss her, to force contact with every square inch of their skin he could access, but he needed a moment to steady himself.

The concept of time – something he had scoffed at in the darkness these last 5 years – suddenly rang in his ears. You’ve got plenty of time for that, he thought to himself. What had always seemed irrelevant, inconsequential to him, suddenly became the axis of his world. Time. It only mattered if he had Elena.

After a few breaths, her hands came to frame his face, coaxing his chin upward. They made eye contact. He relished in the minute speckles of green dancing in her eyes, the dark lashes, the little freckle on her nose that she hated, the way a strand of her hair had managed to cross itself across her left cheek. She was marvelous, and exactly as he’d remembered, yet also so much more. He hated himself for forgetting these things.

“Dru,” she sighed, relaxing into his arm. He had no idea how to begin to put into words what had happened, the past 5 years, or even if he could put those things into words.

Just like time suddenly mattered, so did his words.

“Elena, I-”

Where did he even start? In a cruel twist of fate, he found his mouth opening and closing futilely in the same spot where he’d done so five years ago as he watched her disappear into ash. His eyes darted frantically back and forth between hers.

Gently, she stroked his cheek, wiping away the tears that had formed there. She smiled at him, gentle and patient.

“Dru, it’s OK. I’m here.”

He had no idea – not even enough to hazard a guess – as to what would possess Elena to say that to him. After all, for her, as far he could tell, her consciousness hadn’t skipped a moment. He supposed that she must have seen it – the sum of his last five years, the totality of his emotions – scrolling like footage behind his eyes. But somehow, y/n knew. In that moment in time, with those few words, Druig felt himself really come home for the first time in five years.

He smiled at her, nudging his cheek into the palm of her hand. He felt Lyla’s head connect with the other side of his face, resting her forehead against his. Elena stepped closer, closing the short distance between them, embracing Druig and Lyla in a hug.

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips, then returned her head to his forehead, her eyes fluttering closed. Druig took a deep breath in, committing this moment to his memory. His girls – his two loves – there with him, all together, breathing in unison. The sounds of full hearts surrounding them in a gentle embrace. Another breath.

“Yes, by the way.” Her voice was so quiet, he almost couldn’t hear it. Without wanting to break contact with her, he arched his eyebrows so he could see her eyes, similarly straining to make eye contact with his.

“Yes?” he ventured questioningly.

Elena nodded, winking at him.

“You think I don’t know what you were planning to ask me?”

Lyla giggled, clearly catching on faster than Druig.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Druig laughed, and just like his screams that day five years ago, it started softly but grew with each passing second until his whole body shook with it. Lyla and Elena began to laugh, too, the joy of the moment jumping from one to the next like a contagion. He felt her hand interlace with his – her left hand, he realized. The realization made him laugh even harder. He let his eyes close, the sunlight warm on his back, his arms still clasped around his two girls. If perfect ever came to life, it was then, in that moment. Druig felt his entire existence coming to a fine point in that place, with those people, at that precise instant.

Perfection, he breathed to himself, his mind softening and his laughter resolving into a gentle, dreamy grin.

“It’s a long story, but we’re going to need to find another ring…”

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Hopeful Part 8

A/N: This is long, and I've had a really hard time not being distracted today while writing this. I hope you guys like this and have liked this series. I will post a epilogue in a couple of days. Enjoy!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: death, grief, disappearance (side note: these warnings are for the series as a whole)

You and Tony manage to stand up.

"Dad, we have to find the others." You both bob and weave through the collapsing building to find Thor, or at least what you thought was Thor. "What happened to you?" You lend a hand to help lift him. "And dear God why do you smell like a frat house?" Thor drunkenly grabs your hand to get up.

"Kid, the years haven't been kind to him. Maybe you should." Tony tells you in fatherly warning tone.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think that things would get this bad." You tell Thor.

"It's okay, Young Stark. I suppose I have indulged too much because of my guilt." Thor says, patting you the shoulder.

Tony manages to find Steve's shield and Steve. He wakes him up and hands him the shield.

The four of you stand just outside the wreckage and see Thanos.

"What's he doing?" You ask.

"He's just been sitting there." Thor answers.

"Where are the stones?" Steve asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere under all this. All I know is he doesn't have them," says Tony.

"You know that this is trap." Steve says.

"I don't really care." Tony commands.

"Let's kill him properly this time." Thors stands proudly, lightning surrounding his figure as he catches Mjolnir and some rough looking axe.

Before they head out, Tony turns to you. "Kiddo, please stay here. Okay? See you can scan the building to find where the stones are."

"Dad, I can fight. I promise I can do this."

"(Y/N), please. I'm begging you. If you try, this guy will kill you. I can't lose you, again." He says, swiping your hair away from your face. You nod, and he pulls you into a hug one last time before going with Steve and Thor.

You had listened to your father. You scanned the building for the stones energy. You could see through the rubble that the stones were moving quite quickly. Before you do anything, you hear loud thuds of your father and Thor being thrown by the giant, purple douchebag. You immediately went over to Tony.

"Dad, get up. Wake up." You shake him furiously, scared.

Finally, you hear him gasp as we wakes. As you get up you see Steve pick up Mjolnir. He puts up a good fight against the Mad Titan, but ultimately he too was defeated. Struggling, Steve stands up again with his broken shield even as he wobbles on his way up.

"Cap. Cap." You all hear over the earpiece. "On your left."

With that, a portal forms from behind Cap. First one, then ten, then about a hundred portals open up. You see everyone come through. Including Peter.

Scott bursts through the demolished building. You rush over to their sides, and stand as a team.

"Avengers..." Steve pauses as he summons Mjolnir again. "Assemble."

You start to charge towards the army of aliens, united. You take flight blasting them as you land. You try to keep above them as much as possible, but there is a lot of them. You see Pepper and Tony and fly to them, triangulating all of blasts to the ground.

"It's so good to see you, sweetie," she says before zooming off.

You continue to fight, exhausting every bit of energy you have to beat these stupid space dogs. From the air, you see Peter save your dad from being attacked by what looks like a giant gray hulk. Your vision is shortly broken by a space dog leaping at you. You punch the thing off of you, but you still land pretty hard.

You hear them talking over comms about getting the stones over some van. You hear a horn off in the distance. You couldn't bother to look for it because you were preoccupied with fighting space soldiers and space dogs left and right.

In the corner of your eye, you start to see very large pieces of the building float into the air with a red haze. Unfortunately, you also see seconds later another hoard of soldiers coming at you. With an assist from the princess of Wakanda, you take them all out with ease.

"Hey Queens, catch." You hear Steve say over your earpiece. With that, you see Mjolnir soar through the sky and web to it. He's quickly caught by Pepper, and the by a badass lady on Pegasus. You take off into the sky and see him fall as these missiles fall from the sky. You land just above him shield him another one.

"Hey, Pete." You say, smiling ear to ear.

"Hey, I'm sor-" he starts, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"I love you, too. You didn't let me say it back. I also figured I would say it because we may die, soo-" he cuts you off this time. The kiss said everything that neither of you could form into words.

"Alright. Enough of that." You hear Tony say over the comms.

Suddenly, the missiles stop.

"What is that?" You ask.

When you look to sky, you see a huge beam of light charging down and through the huge space craft that hovered over the lake. This beam of light starts hurdling towards you and Peter. Peter grabs the stones and grips them in his arms.

Instead of impact, you are met by a glowing woman levitating in front of you.

"Hi. I'm Peter Parker." He states shakily.

"Hi, Peter. Got something for me?" She smirks at you guys. You both stand up, and Peter hands her the stones.

"I don't know how you'll get through all of that," Peter comments.

"Don't worry," Wanda says, landing next to light lady.

"She's got help." With that comes, every woman comes to front of the field. You join them as they go to fight. You try to clear the way by kicking the space dogs' asses. As Thanos comes, you, Pepper, the Wakandan princess, and a space dude help to blast Thanos. It still wasn't enough because Thanos took his sword and threw it straight into the van.

The van explosion launched the light lady and the stones. She goes to fight him, both grappling over the stones. He manages to put the glove on as she tries to pull it off. He takes out the purple stone in hand and punches her down to the ground. Before Tony moves, he looks to Doctor Strange as he holds up a single finger. As Thanos puts the stone back, Tony turns his hand over and holds it down with all of his might. Thanos flings Tony away from him.

"I am inevitable," the purple douche says cockily. He snaps his fingers with no result. He looks at the backside of the glove, realizing it was empty.

Tony shows his hand, and the nanobots move the stones to the back of his hand. The stones start to course through his body.

"And I am Iron Man." He says with no hesitation as he snaps his fingers.

Suddenly, all of the space army as starts to turn to dust around you. Everyone looks around in shock.

After the dust had settled, you flew over to your dad with Peter seeing Rhodey there with his hand on Tony's shoulder. You knew what was happening. Peter had crouched down next to him, reassuring him that we had won. The tears started to fall from cheeks as you sobbed you sat beside Peter in front of your dad.

"Dad. Please, no." You weep. Peter holds your shoulders crying with you.

"It's okay, kiddo. I love you." He barely manages to say. You give him a faint smile through all of your tears.

"I love you, too, Dad." You say stepping away so Pepper could say her last goodbye to him.

You couldn't hear much as you cried into Peter's armored chest. He calmly brushed over your hair, attempting to soothe you through his own sobs and tears. You knew he was gone as Pepper starts to sob over Tony.

You gently crouch next to her, holding her. You closed his eyes and said, "He is at rest."

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falcqns · 3 years

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he's gone for good.

pairing: sub!Bucky x Reader

summary: Bucky informs you about Steve leaving.

warnings: angst, sub!Bucky, crying Bucky, mentions of violence.

a/n: hope you enjoy!

when you opened the door, and was greeted with a crying Bucky, you had no idea what to do.

you may had known Bucky for many years, but he was never open emotionally with you. in front of you, at least.

you two had met when you were studying abroad in Bucharest, and ended up moving in right beside him. you knew who he was right away, and you also knew that he was most likely on the run from HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D., so you never revealed that you knew who he was.

a week into living there, you found out he had nightmares, but it wasn't until a month later that you found the perfect cure for them, home cooked food.

you were up late doing some research for a paper, when you heard the beginnings of a nightmare. you usually heard the terror and scream filled ends, not the beginnings, but you listened anyways.

he was calling out for someone. it took you a few seconds to decode what and who he was calling out for, but when you realized, your heart broke for him. he was calling out for his mom. his calls became louder and more desperate, before coming to a head with a shout, then sobs of heartbreak. it made you think of your mom, hundreds of miles away. it wasn't until you remembered that he was born in 1917, so his mom was definitely dead, that you moved from your bed.

you ran into the kitchen and pulled out all the ingredients for some chocolate chip cookies. eating homemade cookies always soothed all your pain when you were little, and you didn't want to think about the kind of food HYDRA fed him on a daily basis, if they fed him at all. you also knew he most likely wasn't eating properly here, as you’d see him come back everyday with plums, along with some type of street food that he found.

didn't matter what the street food was, he always had plums accompanying it. a quick google search told you that plums helped improve memory, so that was that question answered. an hour later, and the cookies were done, and loaded into a spare Tupperware that you had lying around, with a note on top letting hi know that if he ever needed to talk, you were there.

you placed it outside his door, knocked, and retreated to your unit just in time. thanks to an abandoned body mirror that sat opposite the wall that separated the two units, you got to see the smile that spread on his face when he saw the cookies and read the letter.

after that day, it became tradition.

every time he would have a nightmare, you would give him some type of food. whether it was chicken parm, French onion soup, cookies, cake, donuts, or even chicken nuggets and fries that you Uber Eat’d from McDonalds, you always made sure he was comforted.

it wasn't until a month before you were due to move back to your home country that you saw him face to face for the first time. you were bringing him some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies when he opened the door. he had a coat, hat, and leather gloves on, indicating he was going out.

he smiled and blushed, before speaking. “so you're the lovely lady that cooks for me,” he said, and you laughed before handing him the container with cookies.

“yes I am. I just made some more, actually.” you said with a smile as he took the box from you, and looked inside.

“well, thank you doll. these look absolutely delicious, I can't wait to try them.” he said with a smile and you felt your cheeks heat up.

he placed the box down on the table next to the door, and turned back to you.

“well, I'll let you get on with your day,” you said, as you turned to head back to your unit.

“actually,” he said, and you turned to face him. “I was just going to go on a walk since it was my day off today. do you maybe want to come with me?” he asked, and you felt butterflies form in your stomach as you nodded.

“sure! just let me grab my coat.” you said.

then, just like the cooking, the afternoon walk became tradition. you two would walk and talk about anything. whether it be work, school, or building drama, you always had something to talk about.

on a certain walk through a quiet little park, he confessed who he was, and was surprised when all you said was “I know.” he’d asked if you were afraid, and you said no. he’d asked if you were planning on turning him in, and you also said no.

you’d explained that it was obvious that HYDRA had control of him, and that everyone deserved a second chance. after your little speech, he’d kissed you, and asked you out on a date. you'd accepted, and started dating after your first date.

then, he was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.. the two of you had been at the market together when he saw a newspaper saying that he had killed King T’Chaka with a bomb at the UN. he swore, and dragged you home. the two of you blew past your unit, and headed into his where you were faced with Steve Rogers. this didn't surprise you, he'd told you what he could remember about Steve, and you were expecting him to show up eventually, you just weren't expecting it to be so soon.

you could hear someone else, Sam, over Steve’s comm, and realized that there were police here, to capture Bucky. upon hearing this, Bucky shoved you out of the apartment, and down the hallway, with Steve following. he’d led you to a back entrance that you didn't even know was there, and told you tp leave the building until everything was over.

he gave you one last hug and kiss, and your first ‘I love you’, and he was gone.

you hadn't heard from him for 2 years, when you got a letter from him. according to the letter he had been seeking refuge in Wakanda, and had been freed of the Winter Soldier. he invited you to come and visit, and you did. you got to watch him tend to his goats (which he named after every avenger, even Tony) and interact with the Wakandan people, and the children. who knew a former brainwashed HYDRA assassin could be so sweet with young children? definitely not you.

then, just as you were preparing to leave and look for a farm where Bucky could continue to raise his goats and be with you, King T’Challa came to Bucky and gifted him a new arm, and informed him of a new fight. Bucky had begged you to leave, but you wouldn't have it. you had been working out and training since the day that you watched him and Steve fight against the police in Bucharest, wanting nothing more than to run in there and protect him.

so, you fought. it felt surreal to you to be fighting with the Avengers beside you, although there was no place you’d rather be. in that moment, as you were racing towards those “space dogs”, as Rocket had called them at one point, you didn't care if you lived or died, won or lost. you only cared about fighting beside the love of your life.

watching that same love of your life fade away to dust in a beautiful Wakandan forest broke you in two. you had just gotten him back, and you’d lost him again. you were trapped in your own head for days, wishing to dust away like him, just to be with him.

before you knew it, 5 years had passed, and you had joined the remaining Avengers. how you went from studying abroad in Bucharest, to being an Avenger, you had no idea, but you were grateful nonetheless. when Steve, Natasha, and Scott approached you with the possibility that you would be able to get Bucky back, you instantly accepted.

you joined Tony, Steve and Scott, and helped Steve in the fight against himself. when Tony failed to get the Tesseract the first time, you joined them on their journey into 1970, and was blown away. it wasn't exactly the time that Bucky and Steve were from, but it kind of felt like it in a way, and you instantly felt closer to Bucky, although Steve had to stop you from going to find Bucky, who was coincidentally only a few kilometres away at that point in time.

you fought with Steve and the rest of the Avengers against Thanos, and almost fainted from happiness when you saw your Bucky walk through the portal and run into your arms. you, once again, fought with the Avengers and Bucky to defeat Thanos once and for all.

then, Tony snapped his fingers, and your whole world changed. you didn't know it at that particular moment, but it did.

you attended Tony's funeral, and you and Bucky went home. a few days later, Bucky and Sam went to see Steve off to return the stones. you had no idea why, according to Bruce it would take about 5 seconds, but Bucky insisted that he needed to go, and said that he was sorry he couldn't join you on an afternoon walk, your first one with him in over seven years.

but, then he showed up at the door, tears streaming from his steel blue eyes, his cheeks puffy, and the smallest of sobs escaping from his rosy lips, and you knew something went wrong.

you pulled him into your apartment, and wrapped your arms around him. he nuzzled his face into your neck, and sobbed freely.

“what happened?” you asked. “did something happen to Steve?” at the mention of his best friend, Bucky sobbed harder, and your question was answered, albeit silently.

you pulled him into the bedroom, and stripped him from his clothes. you’d never dealt with a sobbing and heartbroken Bucky in person before, so you just went with what felt right.

you instructed him softly to go lay on the bed, and he nodded. you laid down on your side, and pulled him to lay on your chest. as your hands ran through his hair that was starting to curl slightly, you tried again.

“can you tell me what happened, honey?”

Bucky sniffled a few times and sat up. you did the same, and he fiddled with his metal fingers while he talked.

“y’know yesterday when Steve and I went out for lunch?” he asked, and you nodded. “well, he told me about your journey back to the 1970′s with him.”

you furrowed your brow in confusion, but nodded. “I-i guess he was dodging some workers or something because he hid in an office, an office that happened to belong to Peggy Carter. he said that he saw her through the glass, and that he realized that he could have the life with her that he’d always wanted, the Pym Particles safe in his pocket. he knew that he had to come back and bring everyone back, but then he was going to go back.” you didn't know what to think. that wasn't the Steve that you knew, the Steve that you had become family with over those horrible and painful five years.

“when he told me, I didn't really think he was going to do it.” Bucky said, his voice shaking. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he rested his head against your chest.

“even when I watched him disappear on the tunnel platform I didn't believe it. then, he showed up again.” he said, almost whispering.

“he was old. like grey hair, wrinkles, all of it.” he managed to get out in between sobs that were growing louder. “t-thats when it hit me. that he left me, for he-” he tried to say, before his sobs started full force again, and you pulled him to lay on you. he had his head on your chest, and his body in between your legs.

his cries continued, and you knew there was no stopping them. he was heartbroken, and he had to work through his feelings, not ignore them.

he swallowed, and continued to explain. “he left me for the girl he kissed once. which is great, he deserves to be happy, but I need him. I'm finally completely free, and I don't have my childhood best friend anymore.” he sobbed out, and you started to rock your body slowly to soothe him.

you wanted to cry too. cry about the friend that you’d never get to see again, but you couldn't, not yet. Bucky was hurting way more than you were, and you could push your pain down until Bucky was okay. you cuddled him closer to you, and spoke into his hair.

“its okay, baby boy.” you said, and he nuzzled deeper into you, the stress and sadness melting away from his body. it would return later, but it was gone for the time being. he sighed in contentedness, and his tears slowly stopped. you kissed his forehead, and felt him smile.

you ran your hands through his locks for the millionth time, and hummed a slow tune to him to soothe him further. you felt his breathing even out, ad light snores escape his mouth, and you smiled.

at least for a while, he was at peace, a peace he hadn't had in a while.

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Handcuffed together: 13

A/N: Because of the log off day, I didn’t post it yesterday. I couldn’t resist writing some fluffy smutty scene before the whole event! Hope you like it :)

The night before ‘Hands higher, chin up. Come on, we’ve been through this’ Loki sternly said.

You sighed, all this training was becoming exhausted. You made some great improvement. If you weren’t leaving any time soon, you would even get Steve’s approval to actively engage in battles during the mission. It would be a great benefit to the team, especially to Clint who always got shot somehow.

‘Loki, I’m exhausted’ you complained.

‘Good’ he said. Suddenly his arm came swinging for you head. You dodged the attack just in time.

‘What the hell?!’ you growled.

‘Fight me’ he said.

He went down and sweeped your legs out from under you. You fell down on your back. Loki was smiling smugly above you. You immediately got up and took your fighting stance. Loki quickly advanced towards you, attacking you with a series of blows. You blocked each of them. He upped the pace but you were able to keep up.

When you had enough you decided to attack him instead. But he dodged your attack, grabbed your wrist, and pulled it downwards, making you land on your stomach. He sat down on your back and pulled one arm behind your back. Completely out of breath you gave in.

‘This really wasn’t fair’ you grumbled.

He just chuckled ‘Fights rarely are. Plus, I quite like your helpless underneath me’

‘I hate you’ you said.

‘That’s a lie’ Loki mused.

‘Can you get off?’ you asked.

‘Why would I do that, when I can do this?’ he said, starting to tickle your sides. You started to laugh and squirm underneath him.

‘Please, please… I surrender’ you panted.

‘Hmm.. just this once then’ Loki said while he got off you. You rolled on your back and took his hand. When he pulled you up he put an arm around your neck and kissed you.

‘You are annoying’ you laughed when he broke the kiss.

‘I learned from the best’ he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. ‘We’re done for today, right? I’m going to take a shower’ you said.

‘Just by yourself?’ Loki asked playfully.

‘Yes, just by myself. You don’t deserve to be showering with me after annoying me’ you answered.

He feigned to be extremely insulted. Just when you were about to leave you felt a force pull you back against his chest. You wanted to protest, but when you blinked you were naked in the bathroom with Loki. The shower was already running, filling the room with steam.

‘No, you’re not’ he mused.

‘I’m too exhausted to even protest’ you complained. Loki just laughed and pulled the shower curtain to the side. You got under the lukewarm water, one of the reasons you didn’t like to shower with him. You liked the water extremely hot and if it was up to Loki the water would be ice cold. After some discussion you decided on lukewarm as a compromise. But that was the only complaint you had, the other aspects of showering with Loki you quite enjoyed.

When you were standing under the water Loki stood immediately behind you. His hands were already exploring every inch of you body.

‘Like I said impossible’ you said, trying not to show how much his touch already affected you.

‘It’s not my fault that you look ravishing while training. This is really your own fault, darling’ he whispered seductively.

His hands wandered from your throat to your breasts. Slowly massaging them you felt his cock erect against your backside. He stepped closer and you felt his breath against your ear. He chuckled when he heard you whimper. His hands trailed downwards over you stomach to your thighs. He slowly stroked your thighs and pushed you harder against him by your hips. With one finger he stroked your clit and felt the wetness between your thighs. You moaned lowly and let him play with you for a while.

He grabbed your hair and pushed your upper body against the wall. You put your hands beside yourself against the wall. He grabbed his cock and pumped a few times. He lined it up with your entrance and slowly entered you. He deliberately took his time while you were panting and squirming against the wall. He tightened his grip on your hair to hold you in place. Once he filled you up he started to rock his hips back and forth. Making you moan his name when he hit your g-spot.

‘That’s right, kitten. Purr for me’ he whispered in your ear.

He kissed your neck and marked you with his teeth, which made you hiss in pain. He sped up his pace when you did.

‘You’re so pretty with my cock inside of you. Unable to do anything else than take pleasure from it’ he continued.

‘Tonight, I think I’m going to do something we haven’t done for a while. I’ll cuff you to the bed while I edge you over and over again. Until the only thing you can think about is my cock’ he growled.

‘Once you can’t think straight anymore I’m going to make you come, repeatedly. Until you beg me to stop. I’m going to ignore you, until I’m finished playing with you. Then I will fuck you one more time’ he went on.

When his fingers started to play with your clit you were done for. You came hard clenching around his cock. Loki followed you and groaned your name loudly, the whole tower might have heard. Both of you were panting, he pumped in and out of you a few more times before retracting completely.

You got off the wall and turned around to face him. He immediately grabbed you for a deep kiss. His tongue slid inside of your mouth, slowly circling your own tongue. When he broke the kiss he had you gasping for air.

‘So, did the dirty talk work?’ he smirked knowing exactly that it had.

You blushed and were unable to meet his gaze. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

‘Darling, whatever is going to happen tomorrow.. know that I truly love you’ he said seriously. You looked in his beautiful eyes that showed nothing but affection.

‘I love you too’ you whispered. ‘And yes, the dirty talk definitely worked’ you added.

‘Oh, but it wasn’t just talk’ Loki said while showing you a devilish grin. ‘It was a promise’ he growled before kissing you again.

The next morning you were definitely exhausted. Neither of the two of you had gotten much sleep. Loki has kept his promise, he had edged you, overstimulated you and once you couldn’t think anymore, fucked you again. You had loved every second of it. The whole team had breakfast together and started to talk about the last details. Tonight, was the night that Loki would ‘die’. You were nervous, hoping he could manipulate the Hulk into thinking he was actually dead. You wanted to be by his side during this, but he refused.

In fact, you were the only one who wasn’t involved in the plan. On that bit Loki had insisted. You would come outside after everyone knew he was ‘death’. Thor would take Loki’s body and you through the Bifrost to Asgard for his funeral. Thanos wouldn’t be bothered after that. Once in Asgard the two of you would go to a planet called Sakaar. You had argued, you could help tonight. But since you were coming with Loki, he had made you promise to at least stay out of this fight. After pushing him to come with him, you decided to let him have this one. Once the two of you were secure, the team would start to make a plan to kill Thanos. Loki and you would check in every other month on Asgard and help as much as you could.

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loverdrew · 3 years

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Do It For Me | b.b

Synopsis: Y/N may never be able to forgive Bucky if he goes through with his decision. (pre-endgame with a twist, very inaccurate storyline and writing I know but it’s all fiction)

Warnings: a few cuss words here and there

Based off of Greys Anatomy (between Izzie and Denny)

My first ever Bucky Barnes fanfic! I’m getting more into writing for Marvel characters.

I had been sat up in my room at the Avengers compounds for the whole day at his point; harnessing my magic, drawing/reading to calm me down, and just enjoying a nice day off. Everything seemed quiet, a little too quiet for my taste. No one had come knocking on my door to talk or check up on me. After a few minutes I started to hear talking through my headphones and it was coming from outside my door. I slowly let my earbuds drop from my ears, silently opening up my door and creeping downstairs. It had seemed to more I got down the steps, I saw more people come into view. All backs were turned, some arms crossed, but voices were definitely raised. It felt like more than one person kept trying to speak and once at the bottom step, I saw the one person who was the center of it all.

Wanda was the first one to see me, cutting her sentence short, and soon everyone followed. Steve’s face dropped, biting his lower lip and looking at the floor. Bucky stood up, eyes almost bulging out of his head. I looked around stunned at everyones faces as they all made a collective sigh.

“W-what’s...what’s going on guys.” Wasn’t so much of a question, but more of a ‘tell me now or I’ll crush you guys with just a thought’. My powers were growing, everyone knew this. With one scream, a whole city could go deaf. With no swipe of my hand, I can send more than 10 men flying 100 feet. Most of the time they wouldn’t dare bother me in fear of my emotions becoming heightened and possibly destroying something. But something tells me right now might be the first time that happens.

“I said, what’s going on.” My hands glowed purple, the color of my powers. Wanda immediately rushed in front of me and looked me in the eyes, rubbing her hands over mine. When she found out I also harnessed powers from an infinity stone, Tony made it a point to have her help me maintain my magic. Her touch softened the glow, instantly calming down my heart rate. She repeated the same phrase to me; ‘don’t let it take control of you, take control of it’. The purple glow went away, as she guided me towards the group.

“Thanos is coming, Y/N.” Tony spoke up.

“And we’re trying to figure out how to stop him once and for all but...there was an idea brought up.” Bruce chimed in, and I followed his gaze right to Bucky. His head laying low. My mind went to the darkest of places. Bucky had never looked so ashamed. All I wanted to do was hug him and rub up and down his back, he always liked that. The last time I did that for him was a few nights ago when he had yet another nightmare and I found him downstairs watching TV even though I knew he was exhausted. He was too afraid to fall asleep. I remember that night, thinking about how badly I wanted to tell him how I felt. He had been my rock since coming into the compound, even if nobody else saw it. Our friendship consisted of late night snacks and conversations, training together making each other stronger, and always communicating and tell each other the truth no matter what. But oh, how I wanted that friendship to mean more to him as it does to me. But I would panic, thinking I wasn’t ever going to be good enough for one of the best people I’d ever met. He deserved a woman who was just as great as he was.

“Tell her.” Natasha spoke, anger laced in her voice.

“Bucky...” I whispered.

“My greatest wish in life is to take back every bad thing I did in this world. Every person I had killed, hurt, ruined their life.” He looks at Tony with deep regret. “And I can’t ever do that physically, but maybe in another way, I can.” He was rubbing his hands together avoiding my gaze.

“Okay? Bucky that’s great that you’ve figured out how you want to do that-”

“You didn’t let him finish.” Sam said with a monotone voice.

“We need to be ready whenever Thanos decides to come. And the only way for me to get my wish is to...be the one that’s sacrificed during the battle.” My heart stopped and the ringing in my ears began to pick up. Wanda could see my hands glowing much brighter and more rapidly this time. I could feel her hands come up to the sides of my arms but within a flash my whole body shook the entire room like an earthquake.

“What!!” I walked over to him and slammed down on the table. “Are you out of your god damn mind Barnes!”

He tried to reach out but I raised my hand, stopped his movement and moving his arm to stay at his side, unable to move it.

“No, no, no you’re not doing this. You guys please tell him he is NOT sacrificing himself! You have no idea how much power those stones are! Just look at me! I have the same powers as a stone yet I can’t control shit Bucky! It’s out of control you’ll be dead before you can even use one stone to fight off Thanos!”

“I’ve been working with Tony and Shuri on a way to help me harness the power. They’ve been working on a suit for me that is stronger than Tony’s. Y/N you have to understand that this is my way of righting my wrongs, if I die then I die a hero who saved the whole world, not someone who use to kill hundreds of people with no remorse.” I turned towards Tony, his eyes becoming scared as he held his breath.

“You...” I throw my hands up and thrashed Tony into the wall, shattering it. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by fear at what I could do to him. Wanda yelled out to stop, but I couldn’t hear anything over my own boiling anger. “You knew about this. You knew he wanted to die and didn’t try to stop him!”

“I-I was just doing what I thought was the only option.” I slammed him again into the wall.

“There’s other options Tony!” I began to cry out, tears instantly springing from my eyes so quick it took me a second to realize I was even crying. With each puff of my chest my powers weakened as I wasn’t paying as much attention anymore, my brain becoming overstimulated with dark thoughts.

Bucky came up behind me and brought his arms around mine, his cheek pressed up against the back of my head.

“You’re not doing this Buck, we’ll find another way.” I said in between cries. I looked around seeing everyone else become emotional at my breakdown. Natasha was like a mother figure to me, this was the first time I was seeing her tear up. Wanda was my protector, but she didn’t know how to protect me from my own feelings. And everyone who surrounded me, who watched me grow from a 20 something year old uncontrollable witch to a grounded and a fantastic Avenger, wore heavy hearts and hooded eyes. I turned around quickly wiping my eyes of any tears and stood tall. My breathing coming back to normal. “It’s okay we’ll-we’ll find another way. There’s gotta be another way right?”

“Y/N...” He said sadly, clutching my hair. I pushed him off and walked away giving some distance between us, actually, between the whole crew. I stood on one side of the room while the rest remained where they were.

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me okay with this. Alright, you did some shit in your past Bucky, so what we all don’t have the best track records as angels. And I’m sure you don’t feel like you deserve to live with all of the trauma you’ve endured but guess what? You do! You know how you get the fix things? You become a better person, a fighter and protector of the world! People change Bucky and I’ve seen it first hand in you! You deserve to live just as much as anyone else!” Everyone remained silent, so I assumed they agreed with me. “And if you tell me one more time about sacrificing yourself because that’ll right your wrongs in this world, so help me God, I will kill you myself right now!” And without thinking, my hand shot out a purple beam of light, latching onto a glass vase and chucking it around the room, creating a whole in the wall and the glass shattering everywhere.

He walked up to me peacefully with his hands held in the air.

“Y/N, please. I’m going to be alright, you don’t have to worry this much. You should be more concerned about protecting yourself. I definitely wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do this and something worse happens to you.”

I laughed in sadness.

“What about me? What about me when you die!” I saw multiple people begin to shed the same tears I was. We had all grown fond of Bucky when he joined us. He really proved and showed deep down, behind the trauma HYDRA had left him, he was a great man. That’s why I fell so deeply in love with him. “That’s the worst thing that could ever happen to me Bucky! I will die inside if you don’t exist in this world!”

“Y/N-” more tears sprang from his eyes. His voice cracked and got lower. It’s like he couldn’t find the words to describe the pain in his heart at the thought of leaving you behind. Without having told you that he loved you too.

“No I get it! You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine with it but what about me? Please, don’t do it for yourself, do it for me please!” I hunched over, the grief and pain overtaking my body. I felt too weak to even stand and continue yelling at him. “Please Bucky, please do this for me! Don’t leave me please don’t do this, I can’t take it please! You have to do this for me, because if you don’t I will never be able to forgive you!”

He stepped closer at a slower pace.

“For dying? For saving the world?”

“No for making me love you!” I began to cry out harder, the ring in my voice shaking the room once again, making everyone’s hands fly up to their ears as I got louder and louder. Natasha at this point was full on bawling, along with most people in the room. I think it was safe to say everyone knew of my affection towards the man at the center of attention, and maybe that’s why everyone had left me alone today. Afraid of this exact situation. The one person, the one thing in this world that can bring me to tears at my feet.

Bucky’s eyes filled with adoration as he ran up to me and held me on the floor in between his legs. I clutched at his arm crying into his shoulder. He looked back at Tony, who only gave him a nod. They had agreed together that one of them was bound to be the sacrifice when it came to defeating Thanos. Bucky of course still wanted it to be him, he felt it was the most right option. But when he looked back at Tony, clutching the love of his life in his arms, Tony took that as a final answer. Tony was okay with the decision he had come to long ago. He was ready to die for the good of everyone else, but nobody knew that yet. Bucky wasn’t giving up the fight, but now it only became that much harder to leave her behind. It was easier not knowing her feelings, but it had come to the light. Bucky wanted a life like Tony, the kids, the wife, everything. But at what cost? He was still going to fight to the death if he had to, but the decision to be the one to end it all was fading away.

“It’s okay Y/N, I promise we’ll talk more about it and find another way if we have to.”

“We have to Bucky, we have to.” My cries didn’t stop, but my voice lowered. My eyes caught everyone else’s, almost embarrassed at my sudden outburst of devoted love to Bucky, but everyone knew, they just never heard it from me. “Just hold onto me please.” I pleaded.

“I’m here Doll, I promise I’ll stay right here.”

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Betrayed: Chapter Three

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: A bit of violence, talk of kidnapping and torture, talk of surgery, a hint of PTSD

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NOTE: I would like to thank everybody for your support. As I previously said, this is the first time posting any sort of creative writing on any platform. As a thank you, I'll be releasing two chapters today (3/19/21). Again, any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy (:

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CHAPTER THREE- The Truth

It had been about 6 months since Y/N arrived at at the facility. She liked it here. She was able to get to know who her brother was now, hearing about his stories. He was careful to try and leave Bucky out of it as much as possible, but sometimes he would come up. The more Steve talked about Bucky, the less Y/N would flinch at his name. It’s like Steve was replacing that bad memory of him taking her with new ones about how Bucky had redeemed himself, sacrificing everything to help protect the universe from Thanos.

“I always imagined you like this, Steve.” Y/N had said to him one day, gesturing at him as she listened to his stories, “Even though you were five foot, four inches and weighed nothing, I always knew this was the real you.” She smiled, at him, to which Steve laughed and replied, “I’m glad someone saw passed my height.”

Y/N trained with Clint and Wanda. Although Y/N and Clint had a bit of a rough start with the arrow thing as well as calling her a vampire, they became friends quickly. Joking at one another often, especially during training. He had nicknamed her ‘Little Vampire’. Her abilities began to hone in, and she hadn’t had an outburst of violence since the night she arrived. Besides her brother, Wanda was the person Y/N was closest with. They even shared a bedroom now, and others in the neighboring bedrooms often heard laughing throughout the night coming from the bedroom. They did almost everything together. Train, eat, watch movies, occasionally go shopping. Wanda even taught Y/N how to drive, testing out the fast cars on the long stretch of road leading to the facility.

There was still one problem though. Bucky. Y/N couldn’t be in the same room as Bucky, which everybody noticed. For the first few months, when Bucky entered a room that Y/N was in or vice versa, the room would get quiet. It was like there was a stare down between the two. Y/N would tense up, her red eyes locking on Bucky. Out of respect and guilt, Bucky always left the room, even if he was there first. He caused her enough pain for a lifetime, he didn’t want to be a constant reminder of the worst time of her life. He owed her that much. At least he could hear her laugh with Wanda. Sometimes he would stay awake at night, either laying in his bed or standing outside her door and listening to her laugh. He missed Y/N’s laugh so much. He used to hear it almost everyday growing up, watching her smile. Her joy was always infections to others, especially him. He often wondered when the last time she laughed was. He was sure she didn’t laugh until she came here and met Wanda. The first time he heard her laugh while Y/N has been here, he smiled, standing around a corner as he listened to Wanda and Y/N watch the cheesy Captain America movie. Bucky wished more than anything he could join in the laughter. He wanted to feel the warmth that Y/N always brought him, but knew he wasn’t what she needed or wanted right now.

After about 4 months, they were able to be in the same room. Bucky had been sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to Steve about how he could fix things and help Y/N. When speak of the devil, she walked in alone. Usually her and Wanda were always together, but this time she was alone. She paused when she entered, staring at Bucky who was looking back to her. She then moved to the fridge, grabbing out some grape juice. Her favorite. Wanda made sure it was on the list every week just for her, and if she forgot to put it on the list, Bucky would scribble it down. She grabbed a glass out of a cupboard. She was facing Bucky, but not looking at him. She was focused on her task of getting juice. As she poured, her eyes flicker to meet his gaze. She quickly looked back down until her glass was full. She put the grape juice back in its spot in the fridge, picking up her glass. Her eyes flickered between Steve and Bucky. She gave a soft smile but it faded quickly as she left back the way she came, returning to her room.

Once Steve was sure she was out of earshot, he turned to Bucky, raising his eyebrows, “Progress.” He said with a smile. It was nothing compared to how much Bucky was grinning. This was the first time he had been able to get her to actually look at him, not stare him down or glare like he was her enemy. She even smiled a little bit, probably at Steve, but Bucky was taking it as a win. For the first time in the last four months, he felt hope in being able to be Y/N’s friend again. But he wouldn’t push it, he would wait for her.

Two months later, present time, it was time to answer the hard questions. Steve sat down on his sister’s bed beside her. Wanda had some idea of what happened, as Y/N talked about the trauma to her most. That and the fact Wanda could see inside her head, but only ever did it with Y/N’s permission.

“Y/N, tell us everything you remember.” Steve said, looking at his sister. He needed to know what was done to her, where, and if there were any remaining Hydra agents. He needed to know if there were anymore enhanced humans Hydra could have made.

Y/N looked at her brother, then to Wanda, then to the floor letting out a sigh. She had been dreading. She put her face in her hands, then slowly ran them up through her blonde hair. She hated talking about it, but knew Steve had given her enough time to process her new home.

“Bucky sent me a letter, saying he was coming home from deployment. He set up a date and where to meet. I was so excited to keep our promise.” Y/N swallowed hard, “When we met, he greeted me. He smiled, but there was no emotion in his eyes. I figured it was from the war, you know, needing to adjust. I was just happy he was safe. We talked for a moment, before walking down the street. It was dark, the street lamps were out which I thought was odd. Then suddenly, he grabbed me, pulling me into the trunk of a car. I was in that trunk for what felt like days,” She paused, pushing past the pain it was causing her, “Then, we were outside this bunker. It was snowing, cold. I didn’t know where we were. He took my hood off, holding my arm as he lead me through the doors. I was watched by all these men, wearing a red octopus with a skull on their uniforms. He handed me to them, practically throwing me into their grasp. I looked back at him, pleading for help. He ignored me and followed as the men took me to this medical chamber and strapped me down on a cold table. I could see the medical instruments on a tray. They had these syringes filled with red liquid. I screamed for Bucky to help me, for anybody to help me. Nobody did.. They gagged me and began. I couldn’t tell you what they did, I closed my eyes until I passed out from pain, after seeing Bucky leave the room. I do remember though before I passed out, up in the gallery that overlooked the room, red eyes staring at me.” Y/N said softly, looking at Steve.

“The rest of it is a little blurry. I think I’ve blocked it out of my mind after I was made into this, knowing I wouldn’t want to remember. Then, after a few years, something happened. I remember I was called back to that bunker. There were two others with red eyes. They put us in these steel coffin type things.” Y/N paused, before chuckling a little bit which shocked Steve, “Don’t tell Clint that, it’ll just make the vampire thing a little too real for him.” She joked for a moment, but not hearing any laughter she sighed and continued, “They put us to sleep. When I woke up, seven months ago, it took days of punching that steel coffin until I was able to get it open.” She traced the silver scars on her knuckles, remembering blood, although there wasn’t much pain, “But that wasn’t the end of the it. Wherever they put me, I was buried. I had to claw my way through dirt, grass, and two feet of snow until I saw grey skies. It was snowing. I fled to the nearest city, hiding in an abandoned building. I could feel something in my brain, trying to tell me to go back and sleep. I itched at the spot until I could feel my skull and stole a drill from a nearby family. I drilled out the spot of my skull, then pried the chip out with my fingers. I left it in that building.” Y/N was now staring at the wall as she spoke, her face emotionless. She knew Wanda was watching her memories vividly, wincing as she watched the process of taking the chip out, “It didn’t take long after that for me to see your face everywhere, and the face of the Avengers. I had to find you and I did. You know the rest from there.”

It was silent in the room for a minute. Steve was holding back some tears hearing about his sister’s torture with Hydra, not wanting her to see. Wanda had the saddest look on her face, feeling like she was there herself through Y/N’s memories. Steve broke the silence, “Thank you for telling me,” He said, putting a hand on his sister’s back. He didn’t want to make her relive this, but he got the information him and the team needed. There were more of these red-eyes buried somewhere, just waiting to escape.

What they didn’t know, is Bucky was outside the door, listening to every word Y/N said. He felt nauseous hearing her stories. The sweet woman he knew.. She had been taken and forced into this traumatic life. Taken by his own hand. A tear ran down his cheek which he quickly wiped away. When she was done talking, he stood up and went back to his own room before they could catch him eavesdropping. He felt full of rage at Hydra but more importantly at himself. No wonder she tried to kill him. Half of him wishes she did, he deserved it and maybe it would’ve brought her more peace. But the other half of him was glad she did save him, wanting to prove himself to her that he wasn’t that person and that he was the same Bucky Y/N remembered from watching their sunrise.

After Steve had shared the information for the team, they decided to mobilize and search out this base. It would be at most a week they were gone. Everybody was going, besides Y/N, Bucky, and Clint who had promised his family not to go into any more dangerous missions unless absolutely necessary. Y/N pleaded with Steve not to go, or at least leave Wanda behind with her. But Steve had told his sister they needed to go, make sure everything was safe, and Wanda needed to go as well as she had seen the bunker and its layout in her head. Reluctantly, Y/N agreed.

Two days into the longest week of her life since she had been back, Y/N sat on her bed, missing her friends and her brother. She had skipped training with Clint, mostly staying in her room and listening to music Wanda had showed her. It made her happy listening to music. Sometimes Wanda and Y/N would blast the music in their room, dancing together and laughing. They were some of her happiest moments since she’s been at the facility.

On the third night, Y/N went out into the kitchen to have herself some leftover soup. She waited as it heated in the microwave, freezing when she heard another person enter the room. She slowly turned, only to lock eyes with blue eyes she had hated for so long. Bucky stopped and looked at her, before speaking softly to break the silence, “Sorry.. I’ll come back later.” He said, turning to leave, breaking their eye contact. Then a miracle happened.

“It’s fine, I’m almost done..” Y/N said softly, turning back to watch the timer on the microwave. Bucky stood there staring at her. This is the first thing she had said to him since she healed the bite on his neck. His heart leaped in his chest, hearing her acknowledge him. It was just adding to the hope that one day they could be back to friends again. Her voice was like soft music to his ears, so sweet. He didn’t approach her, just took a seat. He didn’t want to get too close to her and make her uncomfortable and take back this progress of her speaking to him. He thought of her like a scared animal. If he moved the progress too fast then she would run. He watched as she grabbed the bowl from the microwave, a spoon, and a napkin. Then Y/N retreated back to her room, not saying another word. She shut the door behind her.

Bucky smiled to himself, “Progress.” He said softly, making himself a sandwich and heading back to his room. He felt accomplished. She had actually spoken to him, directly to him. Alone. She didn’t run, or attack him. Bucky viewed this as a big step towards reaching his goal of having Y/N trust him again.

In the early morning hours, Y/N had a nightmare. A bad one. She was seeing the faces of those she hurt, those she killed. Then it changed to her punching herself out of that metal coffin, screaming to be free, digging through the rough earth trying to find air. She tossed and turned, sweating, before letting out a scream. The scream woke Clint and Bucky up, who now stood outside her door in the hallway looking at each other as they heard her whimpering and screaming from the other side.

“Okay, you go in.” Clint said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky looked at Clint in disbelief, “Are you kidding? She hates me. Well, I think we are one level down from hate because she talked to me, but still. At least she likes you, you go in.” He countered

Clint shook his head, “Nope. Nu-uh. After hearing about the coffin thing, I’m still not convinced she isn’t a vampire.” He whispered softly, “Vampire beats human every time. You got the superhuman stuff, if she bites you at least we know what happens. If she bites me, I may die quicker than she’s willing to give me her blood.” He said, “Plus you're stronger and she scares me a little.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but was silenced by another muffled scream. He glared at Clint before opening the door. If this took back the new progress he had just made with Y/N, he wouldn’t know what to do. He peeked in her room, seeing Y/N laying on the bed, clutching her pillow so hard that it starting spitting feathers out of the seams. It pained him to see her like this. He could see tears down her visible cheek, the pain on her face.

“Y/N?” He asked softly, not wanting to touch her yet, just wanting to wake her gently. It didn’t work though, she didn’t wake. Bucky slowly moved to the side of her bed, sitting at the edge next to her. He slowly reached his hand out to touch her and paused, wondering if he should. But then he heard Y/N whimper again, letting out a half sob half scream. His instincts took over and he grabbed her quickly, pulling her into his chest and holding her tight. She gripped onto his shirt, her nails ripping through and digging into his chest. Bucky winced, but it was worth it to hold her, trying to calm her, “I got you, Y/N. You’re safe… It’s all over, I got you.” He whispered towards her ear, noting the scar behind her left ear. He knew exactly what it was from. The sobbing stopped, as did the screaming. He looked down at her face to see the red eyes staring at him. He paused, wondering what was going to happen. Would she attack him? Push him away? He wouldn’t blame her for either of those options. He just wanted to be there for Y/N, let her know she was safe.

Y/N stayed silent for quite a while, just staring at Bucky’s eyes. The way he looked at her was familiar. His eyes weren’t emotionless. She saw his sadness, worry, guilt.

“Bucky..” She whispered finally, breaking the silence.

Bucky’s heart melted, listening to her say his name without rage in her voice. She said his name like she did before he left for deployment, but with a little more sadness in her voice. Then she curled into him more, which made his heart melt again. He willingly pulled her closer, “I got you, Doll,” He said as he ran his hand through her hair, “You’re safe. You never have to do those things again.” He knew exactly what she was dreaming about when it came to the faces. He had the same nightmares for a long time, unable to sleep for months because of it. He held her until she was asleep, gently placing her back into bed and pulling the covers over her body. He sat on Wanda’s bed, watching her all night. Every couple hours, Y/N would wake up and look over at him as if to make sure Bucky was still there, before going back to sleep, pressing her face into her pillow.

In the morning, Clint called Bucky into the briefing room to get an update from the rest of the team. They had to break down the steel doors to the bunker to get in, but didn’t find any evidence of any survivors or the remaining red-eyes. They were going to search the area a little more before heading back home. They also wanted to try and find the chip that Y/N had clawed out of her brain seven months ago to try and see if they could get any information off that.

As the sun hit her face, Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, looking around the room. She was alone. She started to wonder if it was all just a dream that Bucky was there, holding her, keeping an eye on her. It had felt too real to be a dream. She sat up slowly, noticing the feathers on her sheets. Definitely not a dream, she concluded. She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower.

Y/N stood still as the warm water hit her back. Her mind racing a million miles per hour as she thought about last night with Bucky. He came in to help her, and she accepted it. She shook her head, bringing her hands to her face. She couldn’t believe she did that. She let him in, giving him a chance. Her traumatic time with Hydra had made her hate him. But Y/N knew that somewhere, inside herself, she knew the truth that he was still the Bucky she remembered. She didn’t want to trust him, to let him in. It was easier if she didn’t because then he couldn’t betray her trust again. She sunk to the floor of the shower, pushing her back against the tile wall, and cried.

After about a half hour of crying in the shower, she finished washing her hair and herself and finally stepped out, wrapping the towel around herself. She stared at herself in the mirror as she ran the brush through her hair. Looking around the bathroom, she cursed under her breath as she realized she forgot a change of clothes. She would have to scurry back to her room with the towel wrapped around her.

She opened the door and started to walk back to her room, but stopped as she saw Bucky at the end of the hallway, looking at her with those damn blue eyes. Y/N looked down, turning and disappearing into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Bucky stood there, he had looked her over as she stood frozen for a moment. Noting all the small silver scars across her pale body that he could see. She had many on her shoulders and legs. Some of them looked like scars of bites, like someone had bit her over and over again. They were along her shoulders also ran up her legs until they disappeared under the towel secured around her body. It made him sad to see her like that. He remembered she only had a few scars when they were younger, from dumb instances like falling off a bike or falling when she ran to keep up with him. But now, she was covered in scars. He sighed as she left without a sound to him, wondering if the progress they had made disappeared.

The next few days, Y/N stayed in her room, only coming out to train with Clint and get food. The rest of the time she sat on her bed, reading or listening to music. The team were supposed to be back tomorrow and Y/N couldn’t wait to see Wanda and her brother. It felt like she hadn’t seen them in months. She had gotten so used to them being around all the time that she didn’t know she would miss them this much when they were gone on a mission. There weren’t many phone calls, just quick check-ins with Clint.

She finally pulled herself out of bed, throwing on some black leggings and a dark blue shirt. She brushed her hair and teeth in the bathroom, before making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a bowl of cereal and moved to the living room, turning on the tv to watch some dumb reality show that filled the silence around her. She noticed Bucky and Clint walk into the kitchen, they must’ve been training. They were both discussing who won their sparring as they grabbed water bottles out of the fridge.

“I see you...”

The sound made Y/N jump. It sounded like it was right in her ear. She looked around, looked behind her to see Bucky and Clint still talking. She put her bowl on the coffee table, turning off the tv. She stood, looking around slowly, her forehead wrinkles in frustration and focus as she tried to figure out where the voice came from. She wondered around, looking down hallways.

“Y/N...”

The voice came again, singing her name in a soft whisper. Y/N jumped and turned, but nobody was there. She didn’t even notice Bucky and Clint were now watching her, confused by her movements.

The voice softly started humming, the sound felt like someone was right in her ears.

“Little Vampy, you okay?” Clint called from the kitchen, his brow furrowed as he watched what was unfolding. Both Clint and Bucky had started moving towards her.

“Little Vampy, huh?” The voice came again, whispering right in her ear. It was deep, a male’s voice. It almost sounded like it was teasing her, “Idiot.” It chuckled and resumed humming.

Y/N turned quickly again at the whisper only to find nobody standing there, her eyes confused but also panicked. She listened to the humming, slowly walking passed Bucky and Clint. She pushed passed Bucky, her arm brushing against his but she didn’t seem to notice. She stopped at a window, staring out it as the humming continued.

“Y/N.” Bucky said, breaking the silence, curious and concerned of what was going on with her. It was like she was almost in a trance.

Y/N silently looked out the window for a moment, the voice that was humming slowly disappearing. She turned and looked at Bucky, her red eyes panicked, “Somethings here..” She said softly, almost a whisper.

Bucky and Clint immediately went on the defense, pulling up motion trackers of the facility but finding nothing except themselves. They searched the whole facility, every nook and cranny, but found nothing. Y/N hid in her room, the curtains shut. The humming had gone away, and she was left with her own thoughts. She sat silently in the room, curled up in one of the corners behind a chair. It was like she was hiding from whatever she was hearing even though it was now gone.

Bucky and Clint entered her room, confused seeing nothing at first which made them panic a little. Bucky scanned the room, tense. Where had she gone? Was she taken? He shouldn’t have left her alone.. But then he saw the red eyes peer out from behind the chair at him and gave a sigh of relief.

“We couldn’t find anything, Y/N.” Clint said, folding his arms, “Why would you think something is here?” He questioned, confused on why him and Bucky just went on an empty scavenger hunt.

Y/N’s eyes flickered from Bucky to Clint as he spoke, not leaving the safety of the corner on the floor, “I heard him. He’s here.. somewhere.”

“Heard him? Heard who?” Bucky asks, moving to sit on the edge of Y/N’s bed, trying to make her more comfortable by letting her know he was here for her.

“I don’t know who.” She said, staring Bucky in the eyes, “It was familiar, his voice. He said my name, was listening to your conversation in the kitchen. He knew where we were and what we were doing. He was right in my ears…” Y/N moved her hands back to grip the sides of her head, “Whispering…” She mutters, then looked up at Clint, “He called you an idiot.”

“Well, I already don’t like him.” He said, folding his arms, “We will keep an eye on the motion sensors, do checks of the facility throughout the day just to be sure. I’ll send an update to the rest of the team. They should be back soon with the chip.” Clint informed, leaving the room promptly.

Bucky stayed in the room, sitting there silently. He wanted to ask Y/N if there was anything she needed, but he was cautious. He didn’t want to get too close. He didn’t want to push Y/N. They sat there in silence for what felt like hours, but was really only one. Y/N picked herself up off the floor, looking at Bucky, then looking around the room as if to make sure it was safe. She could feel Bucky’s eyes on her, watching her closely to try and get a read on how she was doing.

“I’m fine, Bucky..” Y/N finally said, her eyes eyes locking with his, before exiting her own bedroom. She went back to grab her bowl of now soggy cereal from the coffee table. She took it to the sink, pouring it down the drain and turning the disposal on for a moment to shred the cereal. She washed her bowl and spoon, then set them on a towel to dry. Y/N placed her hands on the edge of the counter, staring at the granite. What was she hearing inside her head? Who was it and why did it sound so familiar? She had clawed that chip out of her brain over half a year ago, she shouldn’t be hearing the voices. She wondered if she was slowly going insane, if it was the voices of those she killed catching up to her.

“Y/N,” It was Bucky’s voice behind her, but she didn’t move from where she stood, still staring at the granite, “I know you would prefer to talk to Wanda or Steve…. but you can talk to me while they’re not here…” He said softly, wanting to understand what was going on in her head. He wanted to help her.

“I feel like I’m going insane…” Y/N said, eyes still studying the granite as she kept her back to him, “Or being haunted. I feel like my mind isn’t safe.”

Bucky nodded slowly, “It’s the guilt, Y/N. You were forced to do terrible things to people. It wasn’t you. You’d never do that.” He said, moving closer to her.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing at his words, “I would do that. I bit you. I threw Steve. I am capable of violence, I was trained for it.” Her hands gripped the edge of the counter harder, it was starting to crack under her strength. Pieces of fractured granite pierced into her palms, causing droplets of her blood to run down the cupboards to the floor.

Bucky quickly moved when he heard the splintering granite and seeing the blood, pulling Y/N away from the counter, forcing her to look him in the face as his arms held hers, “Y/N. You were trained, yes. You did awful things, yes. But it wasn’t you. You are Y/N Rogers. The girl who loves dancing, adores sunflowers, and hates coffee.” He reminded, “You are letting yourself feel the guilt for something you had no control over. You wouldn’t have done those things if you had a choice. You need to take all that sadness, frustration, and guilt and let it go.” He urged. He knew what she was going through. He dealt with the emotions for a long time, his ghosts haunting him ruthlessly. But he had come to accept the things he couldn’t change, and work to make up for his mistakes everyday.

Y/N stared at him, allowing him to hold her arms, listening to his words. He was the only one who knew what it was like to do the things she had done without having control of yourself. She finally spoke, sadness in her eyes, “I may still love the same things, but I don’t feel like the same person.” She told him, moving away from his grasp and retreating back to her bedroom.

Bucky cleaned up the blood and the splinters of granite on the floor for her after she was gone. He was hoping she would think about his words, accepting them eventually. She couldn’t keep torturing herself and needed to come to terms with what happened to her. She needed to accept and move on into a better life like he had. He had faith she could do it.

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nkatr84 · 3 years

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Curly Hair Problems

Loki/Reader

(A/n: Literally thought of this in the shower. As someone with curly hair myself, I noticed a large amount of my hair shedding today and a lightbulb went off. Short but sweet. And while I have a female reader in mind, could be read as gender neutral too. The reader in question does have long, dark, thick, curly hair though. Enjoy!

Imagine if you will, in the vast multiverse that after 2014 Thanos disappeared from his timeline, the ship of Asgard refugees made it to Earth. While Loki was right that some people of Earth objected to his return to the planet, the governments of the world didn’t want to risk an international incident with a new nation that had valuable medical and technical knowledge. So they took King Thor’s pardon at his word.

As a show of good faith, Loki was incorporated into the Avengers along with the recently pardoned Captain America and his accomplices. After some successful intergalactic missions helping the Guardians of the Galaxy save the planet Xandar and then defeating the Celestial living planet Ego, Loki was considered part of the team.

But even after recruiting Thanos’ adopted daughters Gamora and Nebula (which is a long complicated story for another time) Loki still felt a bit like an outsider. He certainly felt included. Even tentatively developing a bond with Wanda Maximoff who basically adopted him as her new brother. But then Y/N showed up.

Hired by Tony as the Avengers personal assistant, Loki was instantly taken with them. It was just how he was. When he falls in love, he falls fast and he falls hard. But he didn’t dare think they were interested. Until the day they complimented him.

“You know you should use less product in your hair. I learned a long time ago to just let my curls do what it wants. It’s more cooperative that way.” Y/N told him with a wink.

After that they were inseparable. Thor was just happy his brother had found a friend. Y/N seemed to just bring out Loki’s good side. He was still the God of Mischief, but Y/N kept him from doing anything beyond a bit of fun. Soon Loki was hanging out more with the group than just reading in his room, coaxed out only by Wanda’s cooking. He even started doing things with the others without Y/N, finally becoming friends with his fellow Avengers.

But it didn’t occur to any of the Avengers that Loki and Y/N were more than friends. Until the day Tony came into the open living room of the compound wearing a rubber glove and holding a wet ball of dark curly hair.

“Ew…Tony what is that?” Natasha made a face.

“A hairball Romanoff. That I found in my shower drain.” Tony replied.

“Come on Tony. People eat here.” Steve said from the kitchen counter.

“I’ll get rid of it as soon as someone admits to using my shower while I was back home with Pepper. I know it can’t be Barnes after his new haircut and Gamora is off planet. Which leaves the only two brunettes in residence with curly hair…” Tony trailed off looking at Loki and Y/N sitting on opposite ends of the couch with their books.

Instantly they pointed at each other. Which is when Tony noted they both had wet hair.

“Wow…” he blinked with realization.

“Oh. My. Gawd!” Wanda exclaimed when she caught up.

“Knew it. You owe me twenty bucks Rogers.” Natasha smirked as Steve dug out his wallet with a sigh.

Y/N blushed,

“My shower wasn’t big enough.”

“And we certainly didn’t want to waste water.” Loki smirked.

“Wow…” Tony repeated.

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frickenfaded · 3 years

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--SFW--

This is my first headcanon ever. It's kind of a headcanon anyway.. This is how I think the Feral Boys would react to (f!) Reader getting mad over something stupid while she's on her period.

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Dream

It was about midday and {Y/n} had to force herself to get out of bed to retrieve food. She decided she would get cereal and return straight to her blankets. Once in the quite kitchen, she reached up in a cabinet and grabbed a bowl, however she accidentally set it down way too hard and the brittle glass bowl shattered everywhere.

She was absolutely enraged. All she wanted was a bowl of cereal and *this* is what she gets? It didn't take long after to hear the thomping footsteps of her boyfriend coming down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. {Y/n} stood with her arms crossed, about to make a move for the broom. "Fucking damnit." She cursed, unbelievably mad at the smallest event.

Dream ended up beating {Y/n} to the broom, sweeping up the shards of glass that littered the tile. He was being extremely careful and thinking his words over before speaking. He knew she was in her period, and that meant she gets angered easily and doesn't like being clung onto by anyone during the week. However, he recognized that she still appreciates his presence.

He steps a little closer, giving a small forehead kiss to his girlfriend before resuming the cleaning. "Baby, if you want too, you can lay in my bed while I edit. I'll clean this up and bring you some cereal." He suggested. "How did you know I even wanted cereal?" She asked. "Because, that's normally what you crave." He answered. She thought for a moment before deciding to take him up on his offer. "Thank you, baby." She mutters before heading upstairs.

George

The relationship between {Y/n} and George was still fairly new, this being their third month together. Therefore, he still isn't exactly sure what his girlfriend needs during her special time of the month. However, he's sort of getting the idea. It's just a bit tricky for him to know for sure when she's going through it, because she doesn't tell a soul. She leaves them guessing, taking pride in it even.

But this time was a little different. She was laying down in bed, trying to read the book "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen, when the realization struck her that she was currently using her last (pad/tampon/other). She didn't want to leave her bed, much less her house. She angrily closed her book and slammed in down on the nightstand, thinking over her options in her mind.

George just happened to be passing by her door whenever she slammed her book. It startled him a little, but he entered her room nonetheless. Although she heard him come in, she refused to tear her focus away from her thoughts. George knew something was up a couple days ago. The possibility of her monthly happening was a thought, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, walking over to the edge of the bed before sitting down. "No." She immediately answers, crossing her arms over her chest. She still didn't really want to give in that easily, though. She still had her pride, despite her situation. "What happened?" He wondered. "Nothing." She replied, avoiding his careful gaze.

"C'mon, Love, we both know that isn't true." He says, softening his tone of voice. She almost instantly melts into his stare. She huffs out a breath, however desperate to keep her silence. He treads lightly, brushing a strand of messy hair from her face, whilst caressing her cheek in the meantime. She finally gives way, breaking through to him as if a dam just broke. "Fine." She states.

He smiles, knowing he won without asking the question that would set him up for failure. "I'm on my last (pad/tampon/other) and I don't want to leave the house." She explained. George breaks into a small fit of laughter. "Was it really something that simple? That's nothing compared to what I thought was wrong. But I can get you what you need, Love." He says, after narrowly avoiding a harsh glare. "Would you like anything else while I'm gone?" He wonders. "Hm.. Maybe some chocolate... Please." She answers. He nods before giving her a swift kiss.

Sapnap

Sapnap.. Is quite the special case, to say the least. He does n o t pick up on hints very well... Which leaves him very lost and confused when his girlfriend all of the sudden starts acting a lot different than normal and suddenly more distant with him. She didn't exactly mean too, it was just what happens during her period.

He was scared that he did something wrong because of this, but he couldn't come up with a reason why. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Maybe he accidentally ignored her? What if he forgot about something they were supposed to do? Dear God, did he forget their anniversary or her birthday or something? Despite what he thought he did, he wanted to try and "make things right."

He entered her bedroom as she watching a John Mulaney special on Netflix. He stood beside her bed. "Hey, could we play Pokémon together?" He asked. "No. I don't feel like it." She didn't mean to add the annoyed tone to her voice, but she did. She was just annoyed in general. "D-Did I do something wrong?" He asked, scared of her answer. It was then when she realized she was being short with him and distant.

She sighed, knowing she owed him an explanation now. "I'm sorry, Darling. I didn't mean to come across like that. I'm just... cramping really bad today, and I'm really really really craving some ice cream, but I don't want to get up either." She explains, rambling just a little bit. He blushes a little when he realizes what was going on, but he quickly retrieves some ice cream for the both of them, before joining her in bed and finishing the John Mulaney special together.

Karl

Manz is prepared. I'm talking, he's got a secret box in his closet filled with everything she may need, from pads, to tampons, to chocolates, to a heating pad, he has it all. He's so dedicated to making sure he does everything right that he has a period tracker app on his phone to know when she's about to start. Therefore, he knows when he needs to back up and give you some breathing room.

So one day, when his girlfriend got very upset just because her phone died, he knew exactly why. "Do you need absolutely anything? I brought you a chocolate bar." He says when he hears the ruckus from her room. She softens up almost immediately, always touched by the way he knows what to do and say.

"Thank you.. Could you plug my phone up, please?" She asks. He happily jumps on the simple task, despite her charger literally being right beside her. "And maybe... could we cuddle for a little while too?' She wonders. He smiles brightly. "Definitely." He agrees, before slipping in bed with her as they start to watch Hamilton for the third time.

Quackity

Quackity seems to think it's comedy gold whenever his girlfriend gets infuriated by the tiniest things. He was sitting on the couch, watching something on the T.V., while {Y/n} came out of her room for the first time since today. She came to get a snack herself, not wanting to bother her boyfriend much.

But what she failed to notice as she was walking through the Living Room, was the Thanos doll that Quackity completely forgot to pick up earlier. And of course, she stepped on the damned thing. She yelped, almost falling over thanks to the toy. In a fit of rage, she picked the doll up and stomped over to one of the open windows, throwing it as hard as she could into the outside world.

Quackity could not stop laughing from the moment she stepped on the plastic toy, now laughing harder than ever because of it. "Shut up! It's your stupid fucking fault the thing was left there anyway!" She cursed, clearly displeased. He didn't listen, of course. "I-I'm sorry." He said through his laughter. As much as she wanted to stay mad, his laughter was contagious.

She ended up bursting with laughter as well, their voices mixing like milk and honey in the atmosphere. {Y/n} joined Quackity on the couch, laying across his lap as he played with her hair, the two starting to talk about random topics. She always went through a few days on her period where she was just a little more clingy than the others, but Quackity just learned to accept that. He wouldn't say it exactly, but he did actually enjoy it.

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That's it for this one lovelies! As I mentioned, this is indeed my first headcanon ever and actual content post I've posted on Tumblr. Therefore, I hope it wasn't too shabby. I'll get the hang of things soon, but for now, if you'd like to read any other things I've posted, the list is short, because I am pretty new here, but this option is available to you though this link:

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chanelsebbie · 3 years

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𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗲? | 𝗽.𝗽.

➵warnings: Substance use, language, Endgame spoilers, angst.

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➵summary: Peter just wants to know why you hate him.

➵a/n: Hee hee, I’m still trying to break in my new blog so feel free to send in requests and follow or reblog :) ((THIS IS A STARK!READER FIC))

You never really liked Peter Parker.

But you didn’t hate him. You couldn’t. Everyone on the Avengers team tolerated him, and some even liked him. And he was talented at what he did. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to like him.

After the events of Thanos, you were finally brought back, and so was Peter. And Tony was happier than ever to get you home, and in his arms again. You went in and kicked ass. And the good guys won.

But at the cost of your father’s life.

Now that he was gone, everyone is asking who the next Ironman would be. You would think people would have been gunning on you, his own daughter, but instead, everybody looked to the boy no older than yourself.

And jealousy raged through you, feeling put off to the side, along with trying to grieve and mourn your fathers death, all while trying to keep the world at peace. And with the Captain in retirement, along with Natasha gone, that left the team struggling to stay together. Some of the strongest members were gone, and Thor was still trying to lose that weight.

So it all fell down to you. And sadly, also Peter. You were struggling to finish your studies in high school, as was Peter, the both of you attending the same school. While Peter had all sorts of friends, you preferred to be alone, and get through school, so you could take on more missions and important callings.

Just like today. But today was going to be slightly different.

“Come on, y/n, it’s just one party! It won’t kill you,” he protested as you walked into the common area of the Avengers headquarters.

“Yes it will,” you grunted, plopping down on the couch and telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn the TV on.”

“No- F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn the TV off- It’s a big party and I know you’ll have fun! Flash is throwing it but I know you can still enjoy it,”

That made you not want to go even more. Flash was arrogant, snooty, and always took your detesting glares as playing hard to get. All you knew is that he didn’t like the word ‘no’, which set up multiple red flags for you.

“No. I said no.” you huffed, taking the remote this time and turning the TV back on, flipping through the channels was Peter let out a defeated sigh, sitting right next to you, pulling out his phone.

But secretly, Peter didn’t want to leave the living room. And even if he was on his phone, he just wanted to be near you.

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“Come ooonnn, y/n, please??” Peter begged over the phone, pleading with you as he tried to get you to come to the stupid party that he was already at.

The loud music could be heard in the background, along with some masculine cheering, which you were sure was the captain of the football team.

“Peter, no, I’m already in bed,” lie “and I’m in the middle of a book. I’ll see you when you get back to the compound,” you tried to negotiate with a clip to your voice, and the truth was you were at the compound, sitting on the couch in a pair of fuzzy socks and you really didn’t wanna get up.

“Fine. Yeah. Fine, have fun at home, square.” he dramatically replied, obviously also not a fan of the word no.

You hated when he did that, when he tried to guilt trip you, because no matter how cheesy it was, he almost always succeeded in making you feel like shit.

“Good night, Peter,”

And with that, you hung up.

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You found yourself dozing off to the sound of the movie playing on the screen, the large blanket covering you making you never want to leave for the rest of your life.

But your blissful state was halted by the sound of your phone ringing, making your eyes shoot open and lazily grabbing your cellular device and mindlessly pressing the answer button without looking at the contact name before letting out a groggy “Hello?”

“Y/n!!! Heeeyyyyy,” Peter’s loopy voice sounded off, and if you weren’t full awake already, you certainly were now.

“Peter??” you scolded, “Are you...?”

“Having the time of my life?? Abbssolutelyyy!!”

“Shhhhh, just-” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to panic, “Where are you?”

“At the party you were too scared to come to,” he chastised, making you let out a silent sigh in annoyance.

“Just stay there, okay, I’m coming,” you finally spoke, flipping the blanket off of yourself and getting up with get some real clothes on.

“I like it when you say you’re comi-”

And with that, you hung up the phone.

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If there was one thing that your father had good taste in, it was his automobiles. He had many he took pride in. Especially the red ones. And if anything, the memory of your father might keep you sane.

You punched in the address for Flash’s house, and even brought a pair of your father’s glasses, the only two E.D.I.T.Hs left. Ever.

The drive there was speedy, and when you pulled into the driveway, your stomach dropped. A flood of teenagers crowded the house, and that was just the outside. You couldn’t imagine trying to find Peter in that mess.

“E.D.I.T.H., find Peter for me, will you?” you spoke to your glasses.

“Of course,” the voice responded, pausing a moment before continuing, “He’s in the living room. His alcohol levels are high.”

You groaned. You should’ve known, you shouldn’t have let him go out on his own to a party with Flash, that prick has alcohol up the ying-yang thanks to daddy’s money, shit-

Standing up out of the car, you slam the door, glasses still on, “E.D.I.T.H., show me Parker’s vitals, please,” you continued to storm towards the front door and making your way in.

“His heartbeat is quick and his blood pressure is high, and as I said before, his alcohol levels are irrate.”

“Peter??” you called out, watching as his head popped up like a weasel’s, eyes bright as he recognized you.

“[y/n]!!” He gasped, running over to you before wrapping his arms around you, “You came! I knew you would!”

“Yeah,” you pulled him off of you, “I came to get you. You’re drunk, Parker, we’re going home.”

“Aww, come on,” he pushed before hanging on you.

“Peter. No. Come on, let’s go,” you pushed him off again, obviously more annoyed than before. You hated the way people were starting to look at you.

“[y/n]! Please, don’t push me away again! Just let loose and have fun,”

Your anger brewed. And this was supposed to be the next Ironman.

“Peter.” you scolded in the most dominant voice you could muster, making a few people around the two of you look their way, “We. Are going. Home.”

Without another word, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out, Peter protesting like a toddler, trying to pull back, but he was so drunk, he seemed weak, and unable to truly fight back.

You reached the car, opening the door for him as he sat down, folding his arms and glaring at you as you got into the car, starting it and pulling out of the driveway and back to Queens, where hopefully you could get Peter out of trouble.

A few good 3 minutes passed, (it felt longer thanks to Peter’s glare), and you finally spoke up.

“Are you done staring at me like a child?” you breathed like a disappointed parent. Which was worse, acting like a mother or a child?

“I’m waiting for an apology. When I sober up, the guyyss are never going to leave alone about what you did to be back there.” he grumbled, obviously going to hold his grudge.

“I don’t have to apologize for anything,” you gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to suppress your thoughts that made you quick to anger.

“Like hell-”

“I wasn’t the one breaking the law and underage drinking,” you growled back.

“I can’t wait till I sober up so I can show you what for. That was mortifying. You’re embarrassing.”

Out of everything you’ve been called, embarrassing was never something you were dubbed.

Peter paused and held his breath, realizing he was blowing it with you, “Wait, [y/n], I’m sorry, I’m just-”

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, trying to keep tears from welling up in your eyes.

“No, it can’t be, because I read somewhere that if a woman says she’s fine, she’s really not actually fine, and-”

“Peter! Just shut up, please!!” you scolded, trying not to sob, just wanting this night to go away.

Soon after you hit a red light, and Peter just stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched, trying to think of something to say. Something to do. Anything at all to try and fix it. But thanks to the alcohol limiting the filter between his brain and his mouth, the next thing that came out of his mouth was:

“Why do you hate me?”

Your world seemed to stop for a second as you tried to compose yourself. This was the last thing you wanted him to think, no matter how vulnerable he made you feel.

“I don’t hate you, Peter...,”

“Then what is it? Why do you push me away? Can you see that I like you? Like really really like you?”

You swallowed hard at his words. You closed your eyes and swallowed, “Peter, I don’t know what to tell you-”

“Then tell me something, please, anything-”

“I love you, Peter-” your outburst made him wince as he tried to focus and piece together your words in his drunken state, “I love you, Peter. And whenever I look at you... I see him, and I just...,” you took a deep breath to prevent the tears welling in your eyes, making you seem weak in your opinion, “I’m supposed to be the next Ironman, but the press says differently. I’m jealous of you Peter,” you shook in embarrassment as you pressed down on the gas, your cloudy vision making you swerve to stay on the road so you didn’t crash a priceless car.

“You love me?”

“Y-yeah, I mean, I guess, I wouldn’t...,” you paused, “You aren’t going to remember this in the morning anyway,”

“No. I’m not gonna forget this. Not even if I tried,” he laughed humorlessly, leaning back in his seat.

“Well... I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” you thought out loud, wanting to take your rant and stuff it back down your throat.

You didn’t mean for him to find out. Not like this at least.

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When you two got back to the compound, he gipped onto you like a kid, clinging to you and refusing to let go. At this point there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. That both of you had feelings, but it wouldn’t be discussed until the morning.

The elevator ride made Peter look sick, the alcohol finally starting to catch up to him, and right as the doors opened, he ran inside, finding the closest bathroom.

That poor toilet.

You caught up to him and sat next to a sickly Peter, rubbing his back as he let everything out. He held you the best he could, not wanting you to leave his side.

You brushed the hair away from his forehead as he leaned over the side of the toilet, groaning in discomfort as he continued to cling to you like you would slip away. After a few more times of the repeated pattern of ejecting bile, he turned to you.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled like a child.

“Come on, Spidey, let’s get you to bed,” you gave a small smile, picking him up as you dragged him out of the bathroom and into a guest bedroom, getting him an extra shirt and sweatpants from the closet before turning around while he got changed.

But a wrapping of arms around your waist told you he was done. You waddled him over to the bedside before sitting him down and getting him off your back. He was like a damn koala.

You finally laid him down, pulling the covers over him snuggly, not failing to notice the longing stare coming from Peter. You gave a smile, and he smiled back. It made your heart flutter in spite of yourself.

You shook yourself out of it, the only thing on your mind now was getting to sleep, trying to forget the conversation that was supposed to be had the next morning.

“Goodnight, Peter.” you began to walk away, but before you could get too far away from the bed, you felt someone grab your hand.

“Please stay,” he begged, unspilled tears in his eyes, the fear of you leaving his side the greatest concern on his mind.

You paused. You were about to go to sleep with Peter Parker, and yet your hesitation was the only thing that was stopping you from what you had wished you had been doing for as long as you had known the boy.

Despite the voice screaming in the back of your head to put the wall back up and your foot down, say no, and leave, your body opposed, slipping under the covers with the sniffling teenager.

He immediately smiled and embraced you, and you knew that you would have to get used to the physical contact. He was behind you, his arms around your waist, his breath gently fanning over the nape of your neck.

You covered the both of you up, Peter sighing. And as much as you hated to admit it, he looked adorable.

“Parker, if you barf in my hair, you aren’t gonna wake up with eyebrows,” you were half-joking, half-serious.

“Will do.” he laughed sluggishly, sniffling before you finally felt his breaths steady and slow, passed out with you in his arms.

You never really liked Peter Parker.

You loved him.

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