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Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

ask: Could you write a Stephen Strange x reader one shot (or longer if you feel it haha) where the reader is an avenger and she’s secretly dating Stephen? Like they’re sneaking around and staying at each other’s places (sanctum and tower/compound) and use portals in the mornings to get back where they’re supposed to be. Maybe a close call where Stephen literally kicks her off the bed and into a portal back to her own bed to avoid getting caught. Then later they’re found out somehow by tony/the team?

word count: 5.2k (and that's only part one, ooooooops)

warnings: fluff and more fluff, cursing, sneaking around the team, lying, one suggestive and kinda steamy (but short) scene

author’s note: I’m so excited about this ask! This will get a part 2 because I couldn’t contain myself, and I had to write this out with all the background stuff. I really hope you like how it went so far @clockblobber!

»pt. 2 is here«

Tiredness was settled deep within her bones, and every single muscle inside her body ached at the sheer thought of moving again. But YN felt the soft rumbling of the Quinjet’s engines increasing while the autopilot initiated the landing sequence to softly touch the ground again. The almost fifteen-hour flight in uncomfortable seats would be stuck to her for another few hours, if not days; she was sure of it. The mission may have been a success – taking down a cartel of experimental drug smugglers, with a side income through even more experimental weapons which were supposed to be destroyed alongside Hydra, had been easier than thought – but her body still was sore and covered in bruises, scratches, and beautifully blooming hematomas.

Guess a rib or two got a hit as well, the Widow thought while softly rubbing her right side.

Gladly, she wasn’t the only one beaten up, but unlike Steve and Bucky, she didn’t own the ability to self-heal within hours. Sometimes, she really envied them down to her very core. But now, she was too tired to even start feeling the jealousy about the super soldier serum running through their veins. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely without an asset she had gained through otherworldly substances – not drugs – but those were hard to control sometimes, which was why the Widow often fully relied on her brutal training and skills in hand-to-hand combat.

One look in the direction of Nat, and she knew that her sister wasn’t very fond of her approach to the last situation. But hey, a woman gotta do what a woman gotta do. Easy as that.

As soon as the jet finally touched the ground, YN unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed herself up with a groan. The pain shot right through her body again and reminded her of the inevitable reality of upcoming days full of soreness. Assessing the level of pain and discomfort, she estimated two weeks tops. With a hot bath here and there, maybe less.

The thought of one of these alone made her almost moan in pure bliss. But, of course, the compound didn’t own such luxury known as a bathtub. God damn you, Tony.

With clenched teeth and jaw, the woman hobbled out of the Quinjet as soon as the ramp was lowered and granted a breeze of fresh air to invade the warm insides and cool her cheeks. Maybe a cold shower would suffice for now. But the woman didn’t come far before Steve’s voice dragged over the small tarmac in front of the newly built compound in Upstate New York.

“We need to debrief, and I need your report plus a medical evaluation of your status, YN,” the blonde soldier spoke up, always the authoritative fun brake (he wasn’t, but she was grumpy and needed a shower and some comfort in the form of her soft blankets and pillows). Without answering for now because she had her phone in hand to type a quick text, she raised the other hand and showed Steve the finger. Her body became used to the throbbing pain in every single limp again, and the Widow could walk a bit faster to get away from the now overbearing man she called one of her best friends.

“YN, I mean it. You’re not dismissed until you went to the medical wing and got checked out.” She could hear his heavy steps, and even though she still showed him the finger, she spoke. “Whatever, Steve. I need a shower and my soft bed, and I’m good to go, thank you very fucking much. See you tomorrow morning with that damn report in hand, bye.” Usually, she wasn’t this rude to him, and that pushed him to stop in his tracks.

Before scurrying inside the compound, she could hear the other’s talk.

“Did I do something wrong?” Steve.

“Nah, she is just grumpy because I stole her that one guy she loved to punch in the face.” Bucky.

“The one that laughed because she is a woman? Well, you fucked up good, Barnes. She really loves to take those down herself.” Nat.

An apology was necessary, she knew that, but… later. Her mind was too tired to do it now, so she just walked to her room, always close to one of the walls – just in case. With a heavy sigh leaving her lips, she pushed open the door to her cozy room and let the duffel bag fall straight to the floor before pushing herself to walk the last few steps, so she could fall face down first onto the soft mattress.

Which wasn’t the best idea she had had all day, and a strained groan escaped her lips at the same moment as the soft sounds of an opening portal filled her room. She barely realized it. She didn’t even move as steps started to come closer. She didn’t move a single muscle until the mattress dipped at the weight of another body settling upon it. Slowly, YN moved her head from the face-down position to the side to eye the man with the pepper and salt hair. He already looked down at her, forehead wrinkled and the all too familiar deep creases between his dark brows visible.

“Hey,” the woman spoke, barely above a whisper, and she closed her eyes soon again as one of his warm, big hands came close to her face to brush over her cheek and push a lock behind her ear. “Rough day?” She nodded but stopped suddenly at the ugly feeling of raw skin rubbing against the fabric of her comforter. Eyebrows furrowed, and a hiss escaped her. But Stephen was prepared – just as he always was. “Come on, love,” he mumbled in the softest of tones. “We’ll get you a nice hot bath ready, a cup of tea, and some snacks, while I stitch you up.”

With that, the previous portal opened again, illuminated the room in its soft golden light, and Stephen helped the tired woman up from her bed. He held both her hands and pulled her up onto her feet, steadying her with his arm around her slender waist. He could imagine what happened during that mission in Seoul, her state not an uncommon sight for his eyes but hard on him nevertheless. It was easy for him to get scratches and be beaten up – he didn’t mind that – but seeing her in that constitution was something entirely different. And this side was a side no one knew about – and no one would ever get an insight about.

Looking up to Stephen, she allowed him to scoop her into his arms and circled both her arms around his neck while pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. “You are a godsend,” YN whispered against his skin, the tip of her nose caressing his skin in a feathery touch. The doctor smiled the one smile that was entirely reserved for her eyes and only hers. “Not an idiotic and presumptuous asshole anymore?” He had to tease her with the statement that the Widow had smacked him with the second time they had met. A forceless hit with the flat hand against his shoulder was the first reaction he got. “Thought we already had put that in our past. It was a miscalculation. An assumption made upon false input and intel.”

Stephen chuckled while stepping over the threshold of his portal, right into his bedroom in the Sanctum Sanctorum, the busy New Yorker streets underneath the big windows. He didn’t spare a glance at the golden streets out there, glowing in the light of the setting sun. Instead, he carried the woman in his arms straight into the adjacent bathroom with the bathtub she craved the most. “I just love teasing you, darling,” the sorcerer grinned while gently putting YN down on the bathtub’s edge, and with a flick of his hand, the two faucets opened and unleashed the water.

Soon the bathroom was not only filled with the soothing sound of splashing water but with the wafting steam and the smell of her most favorite bath bomb as well. In the meantime, Stephen had organized the promised tea and snacks – consisting of cheese, crackers, and strawberries – while preparing the first aid kit for the small surgery he would perform on the most severe cuts that needed some stitching. As she attempted to step into the waiting hot water to let her bones and muscles soak in the well-deserved break, the phone in the back pocket of her combat gear pants, that pooled in the center of the bathroom, started to ring. The sorcerer was quick to peel it out and hand it to his girlfriend, not daring to accept the call or send it straight to the voicemail like he would’ve preferred.

With a sigh, YN accepted the call; a fluffy towel wrapped around her naked body, and she could see the hits that had attacked her visibly on her skin through the full-length mirror opposite her. “What?” That was all she asked the unwanted caller – who needs a greeting, right?

Shuffling was heard on the other side of the call, and YN cocked an eyebrow as whispered voices pushed to her ear. She took a look at the caller ID and didn’t get it. “Whoever thought it would be the greatest freaking idea to call me can go and fuck themself. I just want some peace and quiet, for fucks sake. Is that too much to ask?” YN was pissed to an extent she hadn’t felt in a long time. Another round of shuffling until Thor’s voice spoke up. “Lady YN, this is Thor, God of Thunder.” Facepalming herself, the woman sent Stephen a helpless look. “You don’t need to introduce yourself, Thor. I know who you are. This is a call, not a formal application for a new job.” What, in the name of the universe, had she done in her past life to be graced with this group of insufferable people? She loved them dearly, but sometimes they were just too exhausting for her poor soul. “Yes, of course, Lady YN. Mr. Stark had specifically asked me to start this conversation in order to learn about the nature of your whereabouts.”

Groaning, she hit the edge of the full tub with her fist. “Stop being such a child and talk for yourself, Tony,” she demanded. “Can’t. Have to find your location.” Eye rolling, YN knew that he knew that she had never touched one of his phones and had made sure that her location wouldn’t be found by any of them. Not even the genius that was Tony Stark. “Yeah, whatever. Good luck with that. You lot could’ve just, I don’t know, asked if I’m alright wherever I am and put it aside because I’m a fucking grown woman. Gosh.” Stephen chuckled softly at her outburst while preparing the needle for the stitches. “Plus, it was never my idea to call. Ask our ancient ice sculpture who had the idea to check up on you and found your room empty and throwing a tantrum about it,” Tony added, and YN softly smiled as the sorcerer knelt in front of her on the plush bathroom matt to take a closer look on the gush near her left wrist. “For fucks sake, Steve. Remember when I told you that your overbearing nature isn’t cool? It wasn’t a joke; I meant it!” Her face twisted at the sudden burn under her skin, and saw the drenched cotton pad, Stephen softly dapped over the wound to clean the dried blood off. “I’m sorry, YNN. Really, I am. But you took some pretty hard hits, and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You are okay, are you?”

Sighing again, YN leaned her head against Stephen’s shoulder. “I am. And now I have to go.” – “Wait, YN, where are yo-…” – “Byyyyye!”

And with that, she hung up and threw the phone back on the dirty pile of combat gear. “They’re getting suspicious?” She shrugged at his question and let him take the fluffy towel away from her, so she could finally sink into the hot water. “I don’t know what’s going on in their brains. And I don’t want to think about it.” With closed eyes, YN leaned back in the tub, softly moaning as she felt how every single muscle relaxed. “I’m almost tempted to believe that you only agreed to date me because of my bathtub,” the man chuckled while sitting on the edge and starting to stitch her arm.

In moments like these, he used that bit of magic he needed to steady his hands, but it was the only exception he made. “You don’t have to do it, y’know? I can easily head to the med bay,” YN mumbled after Stephen had finished his task of taking care of her, and he bent down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, darling. It’s my pleasure.”

He wanted to leave to pack the first aid kit back at its usual spot, but her fingers intertwining with his made him pause. One look at her pleading eyes, and the man was lost, his mental to-do list burned to ashes at her feet. “Can you get in? I’d love some cuddles.” It was a shyly asked question, as usual, but just as usual, he started to undress even before he nodded. “Whatever you need, darling,” he whispered after settling behind the woman in the still hot water – her body between his long legs, her back pressed against his chest, arms entangled underwater, and her face nestled in the crook of his neck.

Her deep breaths and soft skin against his were all he ever needed after days of her presence gone due to missions or his own duties, and Stephen craved those few stolen moments in a world where nobody knew about them.

;

Morning came too soon, and YN dragged herself out of the comfort of the warm bed to gather her belongings in order to make a move as soon as Stephen was awake enough to conjure the portal into her bedroom. She just left the bathroom, the pile of combat gear now over her arms, as Stephen yawned and felt around on the other side of the bed where she had laid only minutes ago. The sorcerer wasn’t a deep sleeper, but she was a Widow, trained in the arts of stealth, so it was an easy task to sneak out without waking him up. But even after more than a year of dating, he seemed not to be used to it because at the feeling of nothingness next to him, Stephen sat up abruptly and frantically started looking through the room. His mouth opened to call her name, heart racing in his chest, until his gaze settled upon the woman, only clad in one of his shirts that reached her mid-thighs.

She smiled, combat gear already dropped to the floor, to walk over to him. YN stood next to his bedside, both hands cupping his jawline while her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek, while she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, the feeling of his goatee present on her lips. She could practically feel how he relaxed at her touch and leaned into it, reminding her again that Stephen was as touch starved as she was. It wasn’t a real turn-on for folks if she talked about the abusive past she had to endure in order to become her strongest self. But hey, those foolish boys were nothing in comparison to the man in front of her.

“Bad dream?” She softly asked before pecking the tip of his nose with a soft, feathery kiss. The sorcerer shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t fool her – and he knew that. Sighing, Stephen pulled her back into the bed, holding her close, and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “I just don’t want to let you go again. Didn’t see you in four days.” It was a mumble, but YN could hear every single word and felt his lips moving against her collarbone. Slowly, she started to play with his hair – just the way he liked it – and scratched his scalp. “Caution, my love, or I could be tempted to think you’re touch starved and crave my presence.”

Stephen scoffed and pushed himself up with one arm to look into her eyes. “You know how it is, darling.” It was only a mumble because even though they opened up to one another like they never did before, Stephen was still wary if it wouldn’t bite his ass. But so far, the amazing woman underneath him never let him feel any doubts. She smiled softly up at him and pulled him in for a soft kiss. “I’m not sure if they’re ready. You know how they are. You know what Tony will say, something about not fraternizing with colleagues and all that bullshit, and you know that Steve will give you a hard time – shit, he would even give me a hard time about it.” The prospect of trouble in paradise alone made her nauseous. They constantly bickered, true, but it was all fun and smiles. With something like that, on the other hand… Stephen knew how it went.

“At least stay for a few more minutes?” He almost begged, something he would never admit, not even under torture, but YN kissed him gently and shook her head. “Need to write that damn report and get a going to the med bay if I don’t wanna get benched.” With that, the sorcerer released the Widow out of his grasp and opened the portal into her own bedroom. He stood on his side while YN scurried over onto her side but turned around to kiss him goodbye properly. “See you for dinner?” Stephen smiled down at her, nodded, and kissed her forehead. “Chow House?” Moaning, YN pulled him in for another kiss. “I know why I love you,” she grinned, and then she waved with a smile as the portal closed again, and she was back in her cozy room, the duffel bag now lying on top of the cushioned bench in front of her bed – its usual spot. Shaking her head, she made a mental note to thank Steve for it later that day.

;

Sitting at the huge glass table in one of the conference rooms inside the compound, YN listened intently to what Fury said over the video call, scribbling away notes inside that little notebook she always carried around for such occasions. She could feel a lingering stare settled upon her, and barely noticeable, she raised her gaze to catch Stephen staring at her over the cup of coffee he held between his softly shaking hands. A smile tried to tuck at her lips, but instead, she rolled her eyes as if he was as irritating as the uncomfortable seat she had sat on ever since the briefing started.

“Do I bore you, Miss LN?” Fury’s tone sounded bored himself, and YN showed him a pair of raised eyebrows. “No, sir. I’m just writing down what you’re saying. For later purposes.” Sam coughed and mumbled “Boaster” between his acts, and YN threw her eraser against his head. “Hey!” She smiled the sweetest of smiles and flipped him off. “I’m not deaf, Wilson.” Bucky chuckled behind his mug while Steve and Nat rolled their eyes, and Fury sighed exaggeratedly. “Behave, children,” he grumbled before continuing with the briefing about a new mission in Switzerland.

A half an hour later, the briefed team scattered over the compound after they had left the conference room, and YN found her way into the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled ever since she woke up to an empty bed because Stephen had to leave to get ready for said briefing.

On some days, it was exhausting to sneak around everyone, but it had its purpose. So far, they never had a close call, for which YN was more than grateful.

Softly humming, she rummaged in the fridge before moving to the cupboards after she decided that tea was more to her taste than one of the smoothies Pepper hoarded in one of the many fridges.

Suddenly, big familiar hands grabbed her jeans-clad hips and turned her around in one swift motion. Looking up, her eyes met the bluest ones of them all, and a smile etched itself on her face before she took a measured look to the entrance. After she gave herself an all-clear, YN pulled Stephen down to her level while pushing herself on her tiptoes and kissed him – hard and hungrily because the couple couldn’t stop showing their deep lingering affection for one another as often as possible, which was not often enough.

Labored breaths and lips crashing against one another were the only sounds in the kitchen – or the entire compound wing – and Stephen wrapped the woman tighter in his arms, pulling her closer and closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. His hands moved more south to grab the Widow under her thighs, long fingers stretching up to her butt cheeks, and he lifted her with astonishing ease up on the countertop. Settling there, YN wrapped her legs around his waist, crossed her ankles at his deliciously shaped behind, and burrowed her fingers inside his dark hair. The kiss grew more heated with every passing second, and a soft gasp escaped her mouth as Stephen pressed her lower region harder against him.

“I really hope you’re not thinking about canceling our dinner plans for tonight,” YN whisper-moaned at the friction between her legs and bit his lower lip gently. Stephen groaned at the sensation pulsing through his body – he still wondered how this woman was able to pull every trigger there was with nothing more than just a whisper of a touch – and kissed her again. “Why should I? I can’t wait for dessert. Maybe we should do dessert first, like responsible citizens,” he rasped, the raspiness in his voice always a trigger for her own pleasure. Gladly, Stephen didn’t know just yet how hot it made her hear him like that. If this man would ever gain the knowledge about that – it would be her downfall. Grinning, YN pulled away from his searching lips, teasing him. “Sounds like a plan, Doctor Strange.”

But before they could dive right back into the next heated kiss and continue this make-out session, approaching steps alarmed the Widow. With ease, she slid off the counter within seconds and positioned herself at the counter closer to the door before raising her voice.

“Oh, please. Stop prancing around and try to prove that you’re the smartest one. I can’t keep up with the bullshit coming out of that entitled mouth of yours. I have better things to do.”

Tony and Steve entered the kitchen, followed by a tired Clint, who clung to a mug of steaming coffee. The Stark was fast to assess the situation, and an icy expression settled on his face. “Is he annoying you again, YNN? I can do something about that, you just need to use the words.” Steve had his blonde brows furrowed and stared Stephen into the ground, but the sorcerer only shrugged and stole the tea she had finished preparing. “A simple conversation, that’s all. Keep your panties on, Stark, and thanks for the tea, LN.”

With that, the tall man walked past the group, mug in hand, and YN stared after him, mouth agape. “Hey, that was my tea, you tea stealing, obnoxious imbecile!”

Which meant in their secret language, I love you, idiot.

Steve turned towards her and shrugged. “Tell us, and we end him,” he offered, but all she did was roll her eyes and start to prepare another cup of tea while suppressing her heart from beating out of line.

That was a close call.

;

The soft tunes of the Best of Beethoven vinyl she had found in Stephen’s office echoed through the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum on a summer evening. The windows on the upper floor were open widely to let in the soft breeze from outside without getting the chills, and YN worked mindlessly in the perfectly stocked kitchen.

It wasn’t like that shortly after she had sat foot in the room supposed to feed hungry human beings. Instead, barely filled shelves and a half-empty fridge had greeted her, which was why many New Yorkers had seen a true Avenger walking their streets in a pretty summer dress – a sight none of them would have expected on this beautiful day or any days at all. But she didn’t mind the round eyes of kids and teenagers. The ogling stares of the male part of the grownup fraction were what put her on edge. But even them she could handle with closed eyes.

After a shopping spree in the grocery store down the block, YN had started to prepare dinner. It wasn’t often that she found the time and muse to cook, but when she did, she went all out because she wasn’t bad at it. Actually, she was quite good at the stove, even though she preferred baking over everything else.

The tune changed to Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61 – one of her favorites, even though the Red Room had forced her to start playing the violin – at the same time as the golden glow of a portal crept around the corner of the kitchen’s entrance. She just chopped the vegetables into the thinnest of slices as the soft but heavy feeling of fabric settled over her shoulders, and a red collar nudged her left cheek to get her attention.

“Well, hello to you too, Cloaky,” she greeted the magical relic, which resembled more a dog or cat than an ancient thing, with a smile. Soon after the first greeting, a set of arms wrapped around her, and a chin was planted on her shoulder. “Do I want to know how you got in?” Stephen asked, the grin audible in his voice. YN shrugged while chopping the rest. “Wong didn’t see me if that’s what you tried to find out.” Sometimes, her burglar skills were pretty useful, plus the building liked her – or Stephen had altered the spells that protected the Sanctum, but she liked the idea of a feeling and thinking building more.

“So, you thought instead of enjoying your first time off missions in the last couple of weeks, you break into the Sanctum to cook me dinner?” At her exciting nod, Stephen laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. Cloaky settled onto her shoulders definitively – Stephen knew that it would stay there for quite some time now, but he couldn’t object because it was what he would do too – and instead, tried to help her, but YN hit his fingers. “Nope. You’re gonna take a hot, long shower to destress from whatever threat it was today you had to deal with, and after that, you’ll settle on that bar stool over there, drink a glass of whiskey and just look pretty and handsome while I wrap up dinner.” He would never admit it, but he loved it when she tried to boss him around. It was so different from the life she had lived before joining the Avengers and escaping the grasp of the Red Room, so it was his pleasure to let her boss around to her heart's desire. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else, ma’am?” She grinned up at him. “A kiss would be absolutely lovely.”

Stephen complied and bent down to taste her sweet, perfect lips, but Cloaky suddenly had other plans and pulled her onto the wooden floor. “What the…?” Both started, but Wong’s voice let her suck in the last word and hold her breath. The red cloak pulled her further to the kitchen island to hide her body against the wood and wrapped itself around the woman it was so fond of.

“Something smells divine.” Wong stopped at the frame between the kitchen and one of the many living rooms to eye Stephen. “You are cooking? Since when is this a possibility?” Stephen looked from the stove to Wong, back to the chopped vegetables and the casserole where YN had started to place the thin slices in an intricate pattern. “Yeah…” The sorcerer began and shrugged. “I saw something on my way home and thought it looked quite delicious.” Wong squinted his eyes suspiciously at the other sorcerer. “Aha.” YN on the floor really wanted to facepalm herself. “Well, let me know when the food is ready. I want to try it. I’m in the library upstairs.” And Wong disappeared as suddenly as he arrived.

Sitting up, YN patted the proudly moving cloak and shook her head. “Next time, you won’t drag me down to the floor, understood? That hurt.” Stephen helped her up and took Cloaky from her shoulders, and sent him up into his bedroom. “Another close call,” the man objected, and YN sighed. “I know, but I don’t know why we’re running out of luck all of a sudden. We were so good.” It didn’t sit right with her, and the realization that maybe, sooner rather than later, they need to come clean with everyone.

Stephen softly kissed her head and pushed a lock out of her face, tracing her jawline from her ear back down to her chin. He took it between his fingers, pointer finger underneath it to softly nudge it up, so she would look at him. “Whatever will happen, nothing is worse than being stuck in a fake octopus, smelling like plastic and trash, darling.” Eye rolling, the woman shoved against his chest. “Never remind me of that ever again. I had to soak for hours on end in that bathtub to get the smell off my skin.” Stephen smiled but cocked an eyebrow to see her nodding. And she did. “Okay, yeah. It won’t be the end of days if they knew, but… I don’t know how to tell them. Could we take some more time? Just a little while longer?”

Stephen could never deny her a single request, so he approved with another nod and kissed her softly on the lips. “Of course, love. But now you have to move your sexy bottom because Wong demanded food. I’m gonna take a quick shower and be right back.” With that, Stephen kissed her one last time and stepped through the portal – lazy sock – and YN continued with the veggy pattern inside her prepared casserole until an all too familiar voice startled her.

“I knew it!”

With wide eyes, the former assassin turned around to look straight into the very pleased face of non-other than Wong, and a curse fell off her lips.

One for them, minus one for us, she thought while explaining to the sorcerer how she came up with her altered receipt for Ratatouille.

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My New Family

Chapter Nine: Your First Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful festive season ❤️💚❤️💚

Chapter Eight:

A few months had passed and you had never felt so accepted and loved. You had started going to school again, a brand new one so you could start completely fresh. Although it was a difficult start, you had a solid friendship group who were there for you no matter what.

It was now the Christmas holidays and you were incredibly excited to be celebrating it for the first time. You knew roughly about the magic of Christmas from what you saw when you were outside, but you never properly celebrated it with your old family, so you were more than ready to experience the magic of Christmas.

You, Kate and Yelena decided to have a cute little sleepover together where you stayed up late talking and having little tickle fights before crashing on Yelena’s bed all snuggled up together. However, the next morning, you were alone.

It took you a few minutes to realize this, the fact that you had woken up in a different bedroom startled you a bit, but you soon came to your senses when you remembered the fun time you had last night.

Whilst you were processing where you were, the door burst open, making you jump as Kate bounced towards you.

“Y/N! It’s Christmas! Santa has come with all the presents!” She beamed and dragged you out of bed and took you downstairs. Your eyes glistened as you looked around the room, it was all lit up beautifully with a decorated tree and all sorts of lights scattered around the room. Underneath the tree, there were dozens of brightly wrapped gifts, you couldn’t help but smiled a little, this was already everything you expected Christmas to be like and more.

“Lemme at ‘em!” You heard Bucky say as he launched himself towards the gifts, but he was soon stopped by Steve, who purposely grabbed his ribs and pulled him back, digging into them gently to get Bucky giggling

“Patience, you idiot, we haven’t even had food yet.” Steve told him before turning to you with a gentle smile, squeezing Bucky’s sides once more before opening his arms up for you. Immediately, you ran into his arms and he scooped you up and gave you a huge hug.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!” He beamed and kissed your cheek, making you smile and cling onto him as you rested your head on his shoulder, still half asleep from being woken up so abruptly.

“Did Kate Bishop attack you awake also?” Yelena asked, smiling fondly at you as she suddenly dug under the archers arms. “Just because you act like a child this time of year, doesn’t mean you have to torture every other child.” The blonde told her as Kate burst into high pitched giggles.

“HEHEHEHEY!” She squealed out, slamming her arms down as she shook her head helplessly.

You smiled a little at the pair, squealing yourself when you felt Steve blow a raspberry on your neck to wake you up a little, giggling slightly at the sudden feeling.

“Come on, Tony says lunch is ready, be prepared to pig out.” Steve grinned before carrying you to the dining room, where the table was beautifully decorated with crackers and candles all spread out. He sat you down between him and Natasha, who couldn’t resist pulling you into a hug before letting you sit down. She also kissed your head with a fond smile.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N! I hope you’re prepared to enter a food coma.” She told you with a grin, before beginning to help you pile the food on your plate.

The meal was delicious, everyone was happily chatting and enjoying each others company, you had never felt so stuffed in your life, and you sat back and smiled to yourself, almost falling asleep, or into a food coma as Nat said.

You didn’t realise you had actually fallen asleep until you woke up snuggled into Natasha’s lap in the lounge. You felt awful for falling asleep until you saw Peter also asleep, his head on a very grumpy Bucky’s shoulder, who clearly wasn’t amused about the situation, especially since Sam was taking millions of pictures.

“Morning Y/N.” Natasha said fondly with a small smile, giving you a little squeeze as she gently stroked your cheek. “Are you ready to open your presents?” She asked gently, nodding over towards the tree. You nodded slowly, giving Bucky the signal to dig into Peter’s armpits to get him off his shoulder.

“Wake up, punk, you’re lucky I let you sleep that long on me!” Bucky told Peter, who shrieked with giggles and quickly jumped up, giggling hysterically as he shuffled away.

“I’m SOHOHOHORRY!” He whined between fits of giggles, jumping off the couch and crawling towards the tree, ready for present time.

Eventually, Tony came in and sat next to Peter, beginning to sort out all the gifts. “Okay, let’s get started with this lot.”

Once everyone had opened their gifts, the happy household got ready to watch a few Christmas movies. You were happily cuddled up with Bucky, Wanda, and Natasha, wearing your brand new onesie underneath your huge fluffy blanket which was big enough to engulf the four of you.

However, you were getting sleepy once again, you were comfortably warm and pretty much laying across everyone’s laps, you felt your eyes beginning to flutter close, no matter how much you tried to fight it.

You were so sleepy that you barely noticed that Bucky was tickling your feet gently, smirking at Wanda and Nat, who started to flutter their fingers over your belly and neck.

“Wake up Y/N~” Wanda sang gently as she spidered into your belly, making you squeal and open your eyes, giggling hysterically as you curled up a little so you were now in between Bucky and Wanda.

“Aw look at you! All giggly and squirmy!” She teased softly, now gently spidering into your neck as Bucky smiled fondly and gently shook into your ribs.

“Sorry Y/N, I can’t say no to the opportunity to get you!” Bucky told you with a smirk, making you blush and giggle a little more in response, shaking your head as you tried to move towards Natasha, thinking that for some crazy reason she would save you.

However, as you expected deep down, she grabbed you and pulled you into a hug on her lap, scribbling her nimble fingers into your sides as she nuzzled into your neck, grinning as you squealed with laughter and kicked out.

Nat nodded at Wanda, who smirked and grabbed your ankles to scribble into your feet. “Is this waking you up or what?!” The witch teased as Bucky chuckled at the sight, leaving the three of you to it as he went to go and annoy Sam, getting his revenge for a prank Christmas present.

You just shook your head in response, giggling helplessly as you looked over at Peter, reaching out for him as a signal for help. However, just as Peter crept towards the three of you, he was met with a wispy feeling over his tummy.

“Don’t even try, Parker.” Wanda smirked cheekily, keeping her magic on his tummy before continuing to scratch her fingers along your arches.

“Y/N I’m sohohohorry!” Peter giggled out as he curled up, lightly batting at his belly to try and smack the magic away, but to no avail. He left you to be a giggling mess in Natasha and Wanda’s arms.

Eventually, the women let you go, and rearranged the blanket so it was lying comfortably on the three of you. Once Wanda had stopped torturing Peter, he looked over with puppy eyes, making Wanda roll her eyes and open her arm out for him to join in the pile, which he did, happily.

A few movies later, and the majority of the Avengers were asleep, you looked around and couldn’t help but smile. You felt incredibly thankful that people as amazing as this family were willing to take you in and treat you like their own child, you felt a different kind of love you never felt with your own family, and it warmed your heart.

Eventually, you closed your eyes for the last time that night, falling asleep in between Natasha and Wanda, happy and grateful that you were finally able to experience the magic of Christmas.

#ticklish!reader #avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic series #marvel tickle fic series #marvel tickle fic #marvel tickle #ler!natasha #ler!bucky #ticklish!peter #ler!wanda

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Tuxes & Temper Tantrums

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: my first kid-fic 😂 based on this fic idea by @fsbc-librarian, hope you enjoy!

(Thanks to @stucky-fic-idea-bank & @gay-jewish-bucky for sharing this fic idea and putting it on my radar 💛)

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And to think their day had started off so well, Bucky grumbles, wandering off a little to browse the clothing racks in peace, leaving Steve to wrangle their daughter. Steve and he had both taken their Friday off from work to run all the errands they needed to do before Sam and Nat’s wedding on Saturday; picking up their suits, picking up presents, getting groceries to last them through the rest of the weekend. It’s made them all tired, a little cranky, and at this point anything would be enough to set off a tantrum - and not just for their five year old.

But their morning had been perfect. Bucky had woken up when Alpine & Lily had quietly crawled into bed with him and Steve at 6am. No jumping or yelling for them to get up, no whining for breakfast. Just tiny elbows and little feet hitting him in the side, soft blond hair in his face, Lily trying to make herself comfortable in between him and Steve. He’d made room for her and bleary looked over at Steve, who’d been a little more awake already, a fond smile on his face, that Bucky couldn’t help but return. They stayed in bed for a little after, just enjoying the peace and quiet and being together like this, Lily’s head buried into Bucky’s side, her feet pressed against Steve.

After a while, Steve had run his hands through Lily’s hair and whispered “hey honey, do you want to help me make breakfast for papa?”. She’d quickly lifted her head from where it had been buried against Bucky’s side and quietly had asked “can we make pancakes?”, making Steve smile softly at her and say “yeah we can make pancakes, of course sweetheart, I’m sure papa will love that”. They’d quietly made their way out of the bedroom and downstairs, leaving Bucky and Alpine to take their time in waking up and getting out of bed - they were both always a little grumpy in the morning.

Breakfast had been wonderful. Once he’d finally made his way downstairs, Bucky had sat down at the kitchen island drinking his coffee, watching Steve and Lily laugh and make a little bit of a mess with the blueberry pancake batter. Maybe they burnt a pancake or two, but seeing them so happy, giggling their way through making breakfast in the soft kitchen light…none of the mess mattered and it made Bucky’s heart overflow with feelings of love. Eventually, the three of them had sat down to eat. They should have been able to tell by the fact that Lily was chattering a little less than usual, that their day was going to go like this.

Bucky shakes himself out of his thoughts of their beautiful, quiet morning. Or, well, he’s shaken out of it by shrieking. He looks over to where Steve and Lily are, Steve with a bunch of little dresses hanging over his arm and clearly trying to convince Lily to go try some on. “I DON’T WANT A DRESS”, Lily screams, turning some heads in the store towards them, her little face getting a redder and redder. “Come on sweetheart, you’ve been talking about getting a dress for auntie Nat and uncle Sam’s wedding for weeks, just try one?”, Steve gently presses. Lily is having none of it, shaking her head so hard Bucky thinks it’s gonna give her a headache.

He’s starting to make his way over when Lily screams, even louder than before “no I’m GAY I CAN’T”. Bucky stops in his tracks and does his very best not to burst out in laughter, deciding to take a moment before getting involved, because he doesn’t think he’d be very helpful if he couldn’t keep his laughter in. It’s even harder not to laugh when he hears Steve’s response. Steve, who sighs heavily, looks down at Lily and says “no you’re not gay, I’m gay, you’re five”. Lily seems offended by this, crossing her little arms and stubbornly refusing to move or respond to that. Bucky thinks she really is Steve’s daughter.

Bucky doesn’t think he can be blamed for eventually bursting out into laughter when Steve copies her stance, crossing his arms too and looking down at Lily expectantly. He considers stepping in, but he doesn’t want to undermine Steve either. They’re all tired and done with this day, they all want to go home. His laughter doesn’t last long. Lily breaks their stand-off first, but not by giving in. She starts to cry, sobbing “I don’t want it I don’t want it”. Steve drops the dresses in his arms on the floor, uncaring, and kneels down in front of her.

“Why not honey? You were so excited! Ohh sweetheart”, he says, brushing away some of her tears and taking her in his arms. “What has made you so sad baby? If you want something else we can do that, okay?” Lily’s sobbing doesn’t really die down, and Steve looks over at Bucky mouthing “help?”.

Bucky goes to stand behind Lily and brushes her hair with his fingers. “Hey baby, can you tell daddy why you don’t want a dress anymore? Or do you want to go home? It’s been a long day, we get it if you want to go home”. She shakes her head, making her sobs a little more hiccupy. “I..I want to- I want to look like daddy” she eventually says, her voice a little rough from all the crying and screaming.

Bucky looks at Steve, who has the most blinding smile on his face and a tear running down his cheek. “Okay”, Bucky says, “so we’ll get you a suit like daddy?”. When Lily shakes her head at that, Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. He thought they were getting somewhere, and frankly, he just wants to go home and plop down on the couch and not move for the rest of the evening.

He sighs deeply “No? No suit? You gotta talk to us Lily” he tries again. She moves back from where she had buried her face in Steve’s neck. “I want to look like daddy” she says, her voice sounding a little annoyed that they clearly don’t understand her. “But I also want to look like auntie Nat”, she whines, throwing her little hands up, like the little drama queen she is. Just like daddy Bucky thinks, but he’s glad they’ve finally gotten to the root of the problem.

Steve looks at the two of them, contemplating their predicament. “What if…” he starts off, turning Lily to look at him. “what if we get both? You can wear one during the ceremony and then the other during the party? I think auntie Nat is also changing her outfit so you’ll be even more like her.” Lily looks at Steve like he’s blown her little mind. “We can do that?”, she whispers. Steve smiles at her fondly. “Of course we can sweetheart. So do you want to go try one of these on? And then I’ll look for a suit like mine okay? Does that sound good?”.

She rubs her face with her little fists, nodding eagerly. “Okay then”, Steve says, “are you gonna let papa help you out with the dress?”. Lily smiles at him and goes in for a hug. “Thank you daddy”, she says, before grabbing Bucky’s hand and trying to drag him to the changing booths. Bucky let’s himself be dragged away, sparing a glance at Steve who’s slowly getting up from his knees, shaking his head with a beaming smile on his face.

They get the dress, and the suit, without too much crying or screaming. Okay, maybe a little crying on Bucky’s part, because he’s tired because his baby looks so damn adorable in a little tux. They make their way home in silence, all of them just completely exhausted by the events of the day. They have take out for dinner and just pile on the couch for the rest of the night, going to bed early to avoid a repeat of today when they have to go to the wedding tomorrow.

Lily ends up wearing the suit during the ceremony, proudly standing next to her dads for the official photos, dressed just like them. Everyone comes up to her to tell her how amazing she looks and she just beams, and Steve and Bucky can’t help but beam either. She goes to change her clothes when Nat does, the two of them whispering and giggling, walking hand in hand down the hallway of the venue, probably making their plans for world domination.

She looks just as cute in the dress as she did in the suit, and the three of them dance until Lily’s little feet can’t take it anymore and she plops down onto Sam’s lap. When Steve and Bucky try to sit down with them, she shoos them off, raising an eyebrow (she’s sooo Steve’s daughter), and telling them with a voice that makes it clear how dumb she thinks her dads are “Just because I can’t dance anymore doesn’t mean you can’t, I’m five.” She clearly revels in the booming laugh Sam lets out at that. Steve holds his hands up defensively “oh I’m sorry, you’re completely right princess”, he says, before dragging Bucky back onto the dance floor.

So they dance, bodies close together to a slow song, beaming smiles. “She is so bossy”, Steve says, pride clear as day on his face. “And stubborn. I wonder who she gets that from”, Bucky says with a smirk, “just like her dad, in every way.”

#maya tries to write #stucky #stucky fic #fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Holding Hands Masterlist

28 Days of Love (ao3) - Chellacat bucky/darcy E, 92k

Summary: Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge ~ 28 Day's of Love ~ on Tumblr

I think this will probably be all Darcy/Bucky. But if not, I'll add the tags.

A collection of stand alone and some interconnected stories.

The prompt will be in the summary for each chapter.

First prompt: Holding Hands.

A Hand to Hold (ao3) - NarutoRox bucky/tony T, 839

Summary: “Stupid fucking evil scientists and their stupid fucking incompetent minions,” Tony growled, desperately trying - and failing - to open a container of leftover spaghetti with his left hand. Seriously, what kind of dumbass kidnappers thought trying to hit him with a car was a good idea? And why did it have to be his right arm that got broken? He was a genius, damn it, he should be able to do simple tasks without his dominant hand.

In which Steve is helpful, Tony and Bucky are (understandably) grumpy, and there is hand-holding.

Do No Harm (ao3) - lantia4ever tony/stephen T, 6k

Summary: It's the last week of summer and Peter decides to drag the Avengers out of their hideouts to go have some fun together. He might have to resort to kidnapping one particular wizard doctor, who is not only too busy for team bonding - with a team he's not even really a part of - but more importantly, not very fond of car travelling.

Stephen learns that he's not the only one having issues with particular means of transportation.

good day (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/sam, bucky/clint G, 1k

Summary: Steve and Sam decide that it's finally time to let everybody know that they're dating.

Holding Hands At The Movie Palace (ao3) - copperbadge steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Steve wants to know what Bucky remembers; Steve's own memories are much more interesting to Bucky.

Honorary Cheeseburgers (ao3) - lavenderlotion harley/peter T, 7k

Summary: He has no idea what’s going on around them nor does he care, not when Peter is staring up at him from under his lashes and sucking on his bottom lip. “C’mon, Pete. From what I’ve heard, I think we’d get on great, and that was before I knew you were so damn gorgeous.”

Item One (ao3) - cheesethesecond steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky was never actually Steve's boyfriend. No one bothers to explain this to Bucky. Bucky acts accordingly.

Light it up (ao3) - withered bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony gives Bucky emotions. It's uncomfortable until it isn't.

Pint-Sized Parker (ao3) - flyingonfeatherlesswings tony/stephen G, 3k

Summary: Tony is called away from a meeting to deal with a now toddler-aged Peter Parker, who went snooping around in Stephen Strange's spells.

Scars on Your Heart (ao3) - SailorChibi tony/stephen T, 44k

Summary: Determined to stop Thanos by killing him before he collects all the Stones, Tony travels back in time and seeks out the one person who can help him: Dr. Stephen Strange. With less than a week to go before Thanos's ships crashland on Earth, Tony and Strange form an alliance - and, just maybe, start falling in love.

The Angel From My Nightmare (ao3) - Nightwing11 steve/bucky T, 5k

Summary: It's been three months since Bucky returned to Steve. But, despite their past friendship, not to mention their romance, the two have barely touched since their reunion.

The only exception comes at night, when their hands somehow find their way to one another, intertwining and gripping for dear life.

But, what happens when Steve returns from a mission, sleep-deprived and nightmare ridden?

Too busy being yours (ao3) - everythingisconnected harley/peter M, 13k

Summary: Harley and Peter end up being roommates at MIT.

Neither of them know they both know Tony, until they find out and end up starting to catch feelings.

In which Tony Stark is a little shit who ships it, and is a bad influence on Morgan who helps him out a little, unintentionally.

under a golden january sun (ao3) - newsbypostcard steve/bucky M, 16k

Summary: Bucky'd never wanted to admit that he only felt alive when Steve was touching him as though sculpting him from clay. Some days, Bucky wished that Steve could—wanted to encase himself in some viscous substance just so Steve could recover him with his hands, guide his true shape into form. So he could become manifest by way of artistic vision.

(In Wakanda, Bucky tries to find himself. Steve tries to find him, too.)

Waiting (Soulmate AU) (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight steve/tony, bucky/steve/tony E, 25k

Summary: Steve Rogers has only been out of the ice for a month when Director Fury drags him to meet one Tony Stark, billionaire genius son of Howard Stark, and the inventor of a whole lot of tech SHIELD wants to get their hands on.

Oh, and also Steve’s soulmate.

The second their hands meet, sparks are flying between them, and it doesn’t stop there. Unable to keep their hands off each other, the next few weeks are filled with lots of sweet talk, lots of heated touches, and lots of moments where Steve is just completely in awe of this fast talking, bright eyed brunette who bears a matching Soulmark.

Tony is intelligent, funny, so smart and so sexy Steve feels like he’s drowning, overwhelmed by the one who owns his soul, his entire heart.

The search for Bucky puts a strain on the relationship, but when Bucky comes home, things change all over again and now Tony and Steve have to decide if there’s room for one more in their soulbond.

Wishing for Tomorrow's Sake (ao3) - babyblueglasses loki/tony E, 55k

Summary: Tony needs someone to pretend to date him up until a big wedding, and Loki sees an opportunity. They assume faking a relationship will be easy, but it only gets harder the more they get to know each other.

young hearts to yourselves be true (ao3) - ninemoons42 steve/bucky G, 8k

Summary: Steve and Bucky are hit with an alien weapon and they're not singed, they're not hurt, they just get turned into their six-year-old selves (with some modifications).

The Avengers cart them back home to the Tower, and it turns out JARVIS doesn't mind being a babysitter.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #holdinghands #holdinghands masterlist #fluff #masterlists

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years

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Bucky, Alpine & You

Pairing: Bucky x F Reader

Summary: You didn’t realize that getting in a relationship with Bucky meant getting in one with his cat too.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Is it angst? I’m not sure. Jealousy (from Alpine and the reader), nightmare on Buckys side, but also fluff??

A/N: We had Steve, Duke & You so I felt like I needed a little piece of Bucky and Alpine too

“There is something I have to tell you.” Bucky’s words let you slow down your movement until you stopped walking completely. As your hand was still in his it caused him to stop walking too. “I have a cat,” he said slowly and stepped aside so the other passengers on the street could walk past the two of you.

His words let you laugh out loud. “Bucky, I live in the same building. I know you have a cat, I already know Alpine.”

“Yeah, but truth is, she’s ugh,” he let his hands run through his hair nervously. “She’s a little jealous, I guess. We have to take this slow.”

“Are you pulling my leg here? We’re taking things slow. We’ve been going on dates for two months now, we only kissed a handful of times. If this isn’t what you want any more just say it. But telling me that your cat,” your words were muffled as he pressed his lips against you.

“This is what I want. That’s why I’m telling you that Alpine isn’t very fond of company in my room and I wanted to ask if you want to come over this evening.”

“Oh, okay. Well, should I bring something?”

“Your pretty face is enough,” Bucky kissed your lips softly again before he pulled you further to your destination of a coffee shop.

You were about to sit down on the couch in his apartment when Bucky stopped you. “Ugh that’s Alpine’s seat,” he pointed at the white blanket that was sitting there.

“I’m sorry I almost sat on your cats place,” Bucky failed to hear the sarcasm.

“You can sit on the other side, I’ll just bring the food,” Bucky scrambled away and when you sat down at the other end of the furniture you spotted the white cat sitting at the windowsill staring at you. You waved at her, but the cat just continued to stare at you.

When the super soldier came back and handed you a plate before he sat next to you the feline jumped up and walked over to the two of you. She looked at Bucky until he finally spotted her. “No, you know the rules. This is my food, yours is over there,” he pointed towards a spot at the kitchen where a bowl with expensive cat food stood. But the cat continued staring at him and Bucky ignored her. Until she started to let out whiny noises. “Come on, we have a guest. You know the rules. No human food.” After a while of being ignored Alpine walked over to her bowl, sniffed at it before she turned around and walked away.

After eating you and your boyfriend started to cuddle and your head laid on his chest as he stroked your arm. That was until Alpine decided you had gotten enough attention and now it was her turn. She jumped on Bucky's chest and made herself comfortable until you were forced away or you’d get her hair all over her mouth. Bucky chuckled. “I’m sorry doll, but at least she didn’t scratch you.” Bucky stroked the cats' ears and you looked in disbelief at him.

“Am I being thrown out by your cat?” you asked when you sat up.

“No, you’re welcome to stay. But I don’t want her to feel neglected,” Bucky explained and grabbed your hand. “You’re very important to me and I really want this to work out for the three of us.” You wished there had been a warning before entering a relationship with Bucky that had said you’d also enter one with a grumpy cat. But Bucky was worth it, wasn’t he? He was sweet, he cared (as it was currently shown) and he accepted you just like you were. You both had the same job, so you know what you had to expect. And you also couldn’t ignore your fluttering heart every time you were around him.

“That’s okay, I’ll come over another time. Do you think it's safe for me to kiss you goodbye without getting hit?” Your tone was joking but the way the cat was staring at you showed that your concern was justified. “I think I don’t want to try my luck. I’ll see you at breakfast.” You contemplated to try to pat Alpine but decided against it.

When you closed the door behind you, you could still hear Bucky muffled word. “You have to try a little harder. I know it’s hard for you, but I really want her to stay, okay?” You smiled to yourself before you walked towards your floor.

You were tolerated by Alpine after another month. She wasn’t your biggest fan, but she let you pet her shortly and she actually sat next to you once where her paws were touching your leg. If you had known it would make Bucky so happy you had tried harder beforehand. The smile on his face when he spotted the paw made you feel dizzy.

“Do you maybe want to spend the night?” He asked excitedly then.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we can totally try. I sometimes have nightmares. It’s better since Alpines there, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s okay if you don’t want to...”

“No, I’ll grab some stuff and I’ll come back in an hour?” you asked and wanted to give him some time.

“Great.”

You didn’t know what to do in that hour and you contemplated going back earlier but you said you’d give him an hour so this is what you were going to do. You bugged Clint in the communal kitchen until you looked at the clock to realize that the hour was up. After grabbing your stuff you walked back towards Bucky’s room.

It was a little awkward at first, but then both of you got ready for bed. Bucky noticed you standing in front of the bed when he came out of the bathroom. “I didn’t know which side was yours, so...”

“Oh, you can choose which one you like best. Most of the time I sleep in the middle, so I apologize in advance if I roll on you.”

“I think there might be worse things,” you teased back and climbed into the bed. You had thought it would take a while for you to fall asleep as it would be the first night that the two of you would share in one bed, but the warmth Bucky provided plus the added weight of his arm around your waist lulled you to sleep pretty quickly.

You woke up when you felt cold. The blanket was almost at the end of the bed, Bucky’s weight wasn’t on you anymore. When you were about to grab the blanket, you noticed the little noises that the man beside you escaped. They weren’t the content noises you heard shortly before you fell asleep. It made you turn around and facing him. Just when you were about to touch his chest that was covered in a light sheen of sweat you saw something white jumping on the bed and then on your boyfriend. Alpine stared at you while you continued to reach Bucky.

She struck out her claws and hit you and in your shock you pulled your hand to your chest. “Ow, what,” you started but stopped when you continued watching the cat. She started pumping Bucky's chest while she was still eying you. Bucky started to breath more normally and the feline started to lay down on him and started to purr. While you still noticed the burning in your hand from the scratch you continued watching the pair. Bucky was back asleep peacefully and Alpines had laid down on him, her eyes closed, only her ears were switching. You decided to ignore the cold, afraid to disturb the peace the two of them had just found and tried to get back to sleep.

You failed but decided to get up and prepare breakfast when you thought the time would be acceptable. After a walk to the bathroom, you walked over to the open kitchen and started to pull out the ingredients you needed. You spotted Alpine at the entrance of the kitchen and grabbed a plate for her and her food that you’ve seen Bucky taking out the day before. You placed it where her food normally stood. When she came over you patted her head. “Thanks,” you breathed and she looked at you before she started to sniff at her food and then devouring it.

“Look at that, my two girls are getting along,” you heard Bucky’s voice and turned towards him.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and brushed your hand through his hair.

“I’m okay, how did you sleep?” he asked in return and pulled you against him. You thought about lying, but decided to tell him the truth in the end. “I’m so sorry, you should have woken me.”

“Oh no, Alpine had it handled. This is a part of you that I have to get used to. It’s okay, really,” you tried to reassure him.

“I’m sorry, it isn’t easier,” he said finally.

“It will get easier,” you promised him and got lost in the embrace as you hung to him just like he did to you.

Something wet touched your cheek and a smell like old cheese hit your nose. You wrinkled it and opened one eye. It was dark and you fumbled to turn on the light on the nightstand. When the light illuminated the room your saw Alpine staring at you. Your hand touched the wet thing again and your face showed disgust when you finally figured out that it was her toy that was covered in drool.

“Aw, look at that. It means she loves you,” Bucky's sleepy voice was next to your ear.

“At least it's not a real mouse, I guess,” you said and threw the mouse away. Alpine jumped from the bed and after the toy before she caught it and tried to rip its head off with her hind legs.

“No, the real ones are reserved for me. Don’t know where she found it, but I’ve got one last week when you were on that mission,” he breathed in your direction. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you told him before your lips met. The sound of a bell was heard next to your ear and you let go of your boyfriend to see Alpine sitting next to another toy. “I love you too, you monster,” you said affectionally and rubbed her chin before you threw the next toy away.

“See, I told you the two of you only needed time.”

“Guess you were right,” you agreed and turned off the lamp again.

“I’m always right. And now let’s go back to sleep,” Bucky mumbled against your shoulder. The light sound of a bell was heard and then Bucky's deep breath. You sighed contently and fell asleep too.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes ff #alpine #bucky alpine #bucky barnes x reader #avengers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky & alpine #marvelettesassemblenow

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syiano · 3 years

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Hey man, good to know you're back to the game, I'm proud of your mental progress and everything else. Could you do a headcanon about the avengers with a boyfriend that is REALLY sarcastic towards authorities, makes dark remarks all the times or when people hit on their BFs like: oh I am a prince! I'll treat you like monarchy! And he answers like: oh, like, Ann Boleyn or Marie Antoinette? He dresses up into the alternative/gothic side but deep down is very caring and shit, also LOVES literature and history.

AYEE WADDUP SETH??? AND TYSM FOR CHECKING UP ON ME I'VE BEEN DOING BETTER💕💕- and bruh I'm actually alternative and goth in real life LOL.

Also sorry if I missed anything this was alot-

{Requested}

Avengers x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: Sarcastic Boyfriend

(Lmao Steve IS the authority) Steve has to deal with your snarky remarks everytime he tells you to so something or when he's scolding you on your safety. Everyone's surprised on how much patience he has with you, and how he makes excuses for you but not without scolding you later on.

He's not very amused when you would flirt back with anyone who's hitting on you, giving you that serious that 'Captain' look.

He grows a little worried about your dark sense of humor, and he doesn't really find any of it funny...

At first, Steve doesn't understand the whole alternative or goth fashion thing, but he grows more open to it when you would explain more to him. He still has trouble understanding it, but he does love how you can be carefree about your fashion style.

Bucky is a little worried when you would talk back to authorities, and tries to tell you not to overdo it because he doesn't want you to have to deal with any punishments. But if you're defending him, he feels more flattered and vulnerable.

He chuckles a little at your dark humor, only for the team to sit in shock when he does.

But he's not very amused when you would make such comments when people are flirting with you. Out of jealousy, he grabs your hand and drags you away, only to be grumpy when you would joke about it (you gotta make it up to him with hugs and kisses later).

He really likes your style and he admires how you can just be yourself (rip anyone who makes any mean comments about it).

You are Tony's ideal match and worst nightmare (Rhodey just says this is everyone's worst nightmare though). You two always give authories (Steve cough) a difficult time, and they have to deal with the both of you. But that comes back to you later since the both if you are sarcastic and snarky, you would end up having a comeback match with each other, which would last all day.

He gets your sense of humor which can match with how sarcastic he is (on how he uses humor at the wrong times).

When you would make a bunch those comments, Tony agrees with you and then playfully says he's much more of a prince than you are, just to make you a little jealous on purpose.

Yes, Tony says you look like you came out of a rock band (I get this alot) and comes up with a bunch of nicknames for you based off of your appearance.

Sam thinks it's usually funny and entertaining when you would talk back to authorities (Steve) sometimes, but if it's more of a serious situation, he warns you to take it more seriously.

He teases you about where you got your sense of humor, and always expects you to have some dark joke in a casual conversation (even at the wrong times). Sam doesn't really mind it, and would laugh at how shocked people are that he's not bothered by it.

Sam admires your fashion style and jokes about you getting into any trouble, only to laugh when you would come up with a snarky comeback.

Scott...is either shocked or confused everytime you talk back to the authorities. But then, he thinks it's cool and tries to copy you, only to get yelled at or look pretty stupid later on.

He has a blank stare whenever you would make dark jokes or remarks, only to say something like, "uh...what just happened and where did that come from?" As a whole, he doesn't really understand dark humor.

When you flirt back with people, he jumps in and gets defensive, trying to shoo away the person who was hitting on you, not caring if he looks ridiculous or not.

Scott thinks your fashion style is so cool, and wants to dress like you, only to probably backfire when Cassie says she wants to dress like you as he would get all defensive about it.

Peter gets worried when you would talk back to authorities, and gives you a small warning such as a light bump on your back or shoulder to get you to stop. He's trying to get used to your dark humor, but he's glad that you're able to get along with MJ so well due to your humor and fashion style.

When people flirt with you, he can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not when you would say such comments. He starts getting all pouty and gives you puppy eyes, to get more of your attention.

At first, Bruce would be really silent and feel awkward about you being rebellious. Now, he does tell you to back down, to everyone's surprise.

Your humor on the other hand? To everyone's shock, he actually laughs at a few if your dark jokes (only if he can relate to them).

He's not really bothered by your fashion style. He actually finds it ironic how sweet you can be sometimes.

Thor is not very fond of how rebellious you can be - this actually worries him, especially since it reminds him of how he used to be, and he doesn't want anything to happen to you, and he tries to get through to you.

He actually finds himself laughing at your dark humor, which surprises everyone (well, he does hang around Loki).

He finds how you dress is unique and praises you on how beautiful you are. Thor does wish people shouldn't judge you for how you dress and how suspicious they are of you, only to want to show them just how loving and caring you really are.

You're an ideal match for Loki. He just finds it's entertaining when you would always talk back to the authorities, and sits back and watches. When it comes to your dark humor, he completely understands and finds it hilarious.

But if you flirt back with people? Loki gets jealous easily so he went hestitate to steal you away and remind you who you belong to while having his way with you.

You have lots of common with Loki when it comes to your fashion style, and does think it's fasinicating how someone can have so much in common with him. He also surprises you with accessories to match with your outfits.

You and Pietro can also be everyone's worst nightmare. He can be really stubborn especially when it comes to any authorities, and what makes it more of a handful is when you would tag along with him.

He understands a little of your dark humor and finds some of your jokes funny, but it goes to an extent. Some jokes may end up triggering him ('cause of HYDRA) and he takes that very seriously.

Pietro gets jealous easily, so flirting with the person who's hitting on you will cause him to drag you away, making you have to deal with him being all grumpy.

He doesn't really care about your fashion style since he's more fixated on your personailty than anything else.

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margarethx · 3 years

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I’ve seen a number of posts speculating about: when exactly did Sam and Bucky fall in love? Or: when did they realize that it happened? And there were a couple of solid answers with supporting evidence. For example, Bucky might have cought feelings when he saw Sam flying in his new suit. Sam might have realized when they were fixing the boat. Bucky might have get a vague idea that something feels different when he saw Walker with a shield instead of Sam... etc.

But for me the only 100% correct answer to the question: when did it happen? is... “the earlier the funnier”. Think about it...

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What about Bucky realizing that him and Sam have something special when they came back to life in Wakanda and Sam’s first instinct was to look for him and check if he’s okay. What about Sam realizing with embarassing clarity that he landed in an underwater prison not only because he believed the Accords were bullshit, but also because Steve’s greasy friend is kinda handsome.

What about Bucky suddenly feeling a weird urge to protect Sam during a fight in the airport, because he was intrigued by this grumpy, closed-off man who was stubborn enough to not move his seat for a known assassin. What about Sam learning more and more about James Buchanan Barnes during his search before 2016 and forming an irrational fondness for a fugitive he’s never really met.

Or what about Bucky seeing Sam for the first time on a highway thinking, through the fog in his brain for the first time since the 40s.: hey, this one’s cute ;). And then immediately going: wait, what?! What about Sam trying to focus on the fight and the fact that he might die right now instead of appreaciating the murder strut of a man who’s about to shoot him if he’s not careful enough.

What about Bucky going to a secret military base infiltrated by Hydra and seeing Sam preparing for a flight with Riley (completely unaware of some evil operation going on behind his back) and having a mind clear enough to remember the unexpected wave of curiosity sparked by that man for the next few years. What about Sam learning about Captain America in his history classes and feeling stupid and confused when he realized how much time he spent staring at Bucky’s black and white photo.

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Not all of these options can be in any way supported by canon, compared to those that talk about the last two episodes of tfatws, for instance, but I still find them pretty amusing. There’s just something about these two fools starting to feel a connection forming between them way before they even tried to really work together that gets me.

The idea of the Winter Soldier developing a crush on his target (or obstacle standing in the way to the target, rather) or Sam having his gay awakening because of a soldier from 70 year ago is both very funny and weirdly romantic to me, considering how many things had to happen for them to even meet in the first place. The Universe has been pushing them towards each other for a while... it’s just hard to tell when they became fully aware of it and let that happen. So we might as well speculate.

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ivy-goldrush · 2 years

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Wednesdays Are The Worst

Why What How

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual smut?, Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause swearing

Word Count: 1071

It should be noted that any loud noises before midday should most definitely be illegal, especially since the atrocity was coming from your front door. You hadn't had enough time to register the time flashing on the alarm clock only noting that it was too early for this shit.

The continuous thumping on wood was worse than a thumping headache and ringing ears from a late night out. You were still dressed in an oversized t-shirt, no doubt one of Steve's you had pinched from staying round his, along with bed head and reminiscence of last night's makeup clinging around your eyes. The noise still echoing in your apartment. You fumbled around for your keys but you couldn’t think straight with the loud noise. “Alright! Alright! I'm coming!” The outburst was well and truly expected considering the situation at hand. You finally managed to unlock the door, swinging it open to reveal a very disgruntled Bucky.

“The fuck you want.” The attitude was evident within your voice once he came into view. To say that you were not happy was an understatement and a half. First, he acts all high and mighty ‘saving’ you and then turns around to be an arrogant asshole, leaving you seconds away from filling injury claims for whiplash. A blank expression rested across his face as he gingerly held his hand up showing a holder with two takeout cups and a brown paper bag. “Breakfast.”

Suspiciously, you stepped aside, allowing him in, not once taking your eyes off him and with him keeping his eyes on you, taking in your appearance. That's when it dawned on you what you were wearing. If the t-shirt had just been a plain solid colour then this whole interaction would most likely not be happening, but since the shirt you nicked was a bold and very distinctive graphic one that Steve was fond of, you could see this going one of two ways. One: Bucky doesn't pay attention to it and just ignores it. Two: Bucky points it out. And, of course, it's always number two.

“I thought that you and Steve were just friends?” The cocked eyebrow, unpleasing look, and matter-of-fact tone of voice was a dead giveaway that your sleeping attire did not appeal to him at all. “We aren't. I borrowed it when I stayed round ‘is.” The tired grumble fell from your mouth as you pottered into the kitchen area. Your response caused Bucky to scoff as if he didn't believe you.

Turning around in a sudden, you came face to face with him. Bucky had been following hot in your heels, and it left only mere inches between the two of you. Tilting your head upwards and locking eyes with his, smirking at his stunned impression. “Wish it was yours, Barnes?” Your smirked never faltered as you studied his face, searching for an inkling of emotion.

His expression stayed the same, except for the slight pink tinge that dusted his cheeks. Slowly, his hand came to rest on your waist, as he lowered his face with centimeters to spare. The action left you fighting to close the gap between the two of you, to connect your lips with his. Eyes burrowing into your soul and warm breath tickling your mouth, Bucky finally spoke up after what seemed like forever.

“This isn’t a game, doll, don’t test my patience.” Not once did his tone falter, the sternness evident. With this, Bucky didn’t wait to see what your reaction would be, distancing himself from you in a heartbeat and turning on his heels leaving you stunned in your own kitchen as you watched him walk away. dropping your stare to glance at the discarded coffee cups and brown bag, only to spot a number scrawled onto a napkin signed ‘Sorry ~ B’.

It wasn't until later that Steve had appeared at the front door, inquisitive as to what had happened the night before. He claimed that a ‘little birdie’ had told him what went down but wanted to get the story from you. And he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. The two of you made some hot drinks and curled at opposite ends of the sofa, relishing in the calm before the possible storm.

“So…” Steve started, “Spill what actually happened then cause I don't quite believe you're the type to just randomly throw drinks in people's faces.” He chuckled into his mug.

“Ugh! Where do I begin?” You threw your head back letting it rest on the back of the sofa. Turning your neck till you were facing him. “Don’t get me wrong, Bucky seems, from what I've heard, like a really nice guy. So believe me when I say I tried, I was nice to him, I wouldn't leave him out of the conversation and I really thought we were on the path to being friends. And I know I don't know him very well but I was patient with him because when I thought we were getting along one time the next he'd do a 180 and treat me like shit. And he… he overstepped the line last night with what he said, an-and I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system or what but the drink was in my hand and then it was on him.?” You hadn't realised how little air you had taken in before, or how quickly you had spewed out the mess. The mess of words had literally just tumbled out of your mouth with no chance of stopping.

You heard Steve take a sharp inhale of breath breaking the trance, before giggling quietly to himself. A puzzled look donned your face as this was the last reaction that you had expected to come from the man. “Oh, man, I’m not going to lie, I kinda wish I was there to see you do that.” He paused for a second before readjusting himself. “I’m sorry he’s been such a dick to you, I honestly didn’t think he would behave like this. I’ll have a word with him.” Steve sighed

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. I think I’ll be able to deal with him.” The sass in your voice was only slightly evident as a smirk rested on your lips. Steve left it at that, as the two of you finished your hot drinks and curled up on the couch, have a well-deserved catch-up.

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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No flirting

Sam Wilson x Bucky's relative!reader

Description: Out of timeline! Reader is Bucky's great niece (his sister's granddaughter) who he found when he got to NY. She is staying in the tower for a week or so to take a sort of vacation. While she is there, she meets a certain flying man of the south and she starts to fall for him, much to her uncle's dismay.

Warnings: fluff? Sort of old fashioned Bucky, maybe a little ooc sam? I tried but idk if it went okay. This is awful writing, it was late and I don’t know how to write dialogue!

Word count- about 3000

MASTERLIST

You pulled into the parking garage of the avenger tower with a smile on your face. It had been a couple weeks since you had seen your uncle, well your grand uncle, because he had been off on a mission with Steve and the Falcon. You'd never met Sam Wilson before, only hearing about him from Bucky and Steve, but you figured he had to be pretty great to be an avenger.

You got your bag out of the trunk after you parked and began to make your way to the elevator. You had a room that remained pretty empty when you weren't there. Because of your closeness with most of the team, it had been offered to you permanently. You declined in favor of having your own place in Brooklyn and just staying at the tower whenever you needed a break from work or your friends or something. You waited patiently for the elevator doors to open on the right floor excitedly, knowing FRIDAY probably alerted Bucky you were on you way up. Your suspicions were confirmed when you were tackled in a pile of super solider as Steve and Bucky hugged you tightly. Steve had become family as well to you, just as much as Bucky was. You loved them both very much but at the moment they were squeezing the life out of you.

"Excuse me, I am a non enhanced person." You gasped out "I need air please."

At this they let you go, dopey grins on their faces.

"How is my favorite niece?" Bucky asked with a smile on his face, knowing it bothered you a little bit. You saw him as more of a friend than an uncle so being reminded that he was related to you and also was 100 and something years old was a little exhausting.

"Oh shove off. I'm great but I'd love some help getting this to my room?" You hinted while lifting your large bag.

Steve didn't hesitate to pick it up, absolutely no sign of effort on his face as he did so which frustrated you to no end.

"Thank you Steve" you chirped as he smiled kindly back at you and the three of you began to make your way to the room you would be occupying for the next week.

"So how's your mom?" Bucky questioned genuinely.

"You mean your actual niece? She's good, struggling to enjoy retirement at the moment." You smiled at the mention of your mom.

"I would have thought she would be enjoying it. Teaching always seemed like an exhausting job to me." He mentioned.

You agreed but then remembered "Says you, you've been on the job for over 80 years."

He gave you a side glare and then grumbled, "Touché"

You had arrived at your room, it was just the same as the last time you saw it besides the sheets having been changed, the room vacuumed, and the bed made. You smiled lightly. Tony was as softhearted as they come.

Steve put your bag down and they looked at you waiting for you to do something.

"Well come on! I wanna go say hi to the team!" You gushed as you grabbed their hands and started hurrying towards the living room of the floor where you knew most of the team members would be found on any given day.

As you walked in you heard multiple squeals and you were hugged by two redheads. Natasha and Wanda both loved you as you were about their age and were a little less jarring than most of the men they spent the day with. "I missed you guys." You whispered to them as the hugged you, Bucky and Steve having moved off to the couch to chat while you caught up with everyone.

"You missed us?! We have so much to tell you! What has taken you so long to come back here?!" Wanda whined a little.

"Buck wasn't around for the last couple weeks, he was away!"

"So? We are here and you're welcome any time, you know that!" Nat scolded. You knew she was right but you didn't want to intrude.

"You could never intrude." Wanda responded and you glared that she read your mind. She gave an apologetic look but you knew it was mostly fake. You were then pulled away from them by a rather large hand, when you turned around you saw the blond god who you were so fond of.

"Lady Y/N! How great to see you! So glad I was here when you were visiting." He said merrily. You wrapped him in a hug, it was a rare occasion that he was actually here when you stopped by. Other than them there was only one other person in the room, someone you presumed to be Sam Wilson. He was smiling at you already, waiting his turn to introduce himself. When you pulled away from Thor he walked over and you took a moment to admire him. He was tall and strong looking but his eyes were gentle and he looked like he gave good hugs and made people laugh. He stuck his hand out to you.

"Y/N, right? I'm Sam." He smiled. You smiled right back and shook his hand.

"No no no, no flirting." Bucky called from the couch, glaring daggers at Sam in front of you, your hand still holding onto his as you both looked over.

"Buck I didn't even do anything!" You whined, slightly embarrassed as you blushed. Sam noticed and just smiled again but let go of your hand.

"So you’re the Bionic Man's niece, yeah?" You smiled and nodded.

"Great niece, technically. My grandma is his little sister." You smiled and Bucky groaned.

"God that makes me sound so old."

"That's cause you are old!" You countered and Bucky just grumbled under his breath something about how he could still kick it with the kids.

You made eye contact with Sam again but looked away shyly and moved toward the kitchen in the common area to get yourself a cup of water. The conversation around the room buzzed and the only person who wasn't occupied was Sam as he followed you over to the kitchen.

"A shame I haven't met you before, I’ve been missing out." He smirked. He seemed a little cocky but you didn't mind. In fact you found it kind of attractive as it complimented your shy personality pretty well.

"Well don't worry I've heard all about you, Bird-Man. My relative has a grudge." You smirked as you sipped your water.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Oh he's just grumpy cause I can beat him in a fight."

"That sounds about right. I can't imagine what else he could be holding against you."

"Pretty soon he's gonna be mad at me for trying to flirt with his niece but I don't think I care much." He smirked.

Your eyes widened but you couldn't hide the smile he gave you very well.

"Oh Sam, I think he would kill us both."

"A worthwhile death." He continued.

"You're gonna have to step up your game then cause from where I'm standing, I don't wanna piss of my uncle with a vibranium arm over just anything." You challenged, wanting to see if he was serious. He smirked at you.

"Challenge accepted." He said and then he didn't leave your side for the rest of the day. This was much to the frustration of Bucky but you were an adult and he had other things he had to do anyway so he left it be besides the constant glare at the man who always seemed to be beside you. He followed you around like a lost puppy as you said hello to the avengers you hadn't seen yet, including meeting Peter for the first time. By the end of the night he was already through your shell and you were conversing with him with no effort. You could feel that this was not going to go well later but you couldn't help yourself.

"You know I'll take you up in that flying lesson sometime, sounds like fun to me." You smiled at him and he beamed back.

"That's why I offered it, I'd love an excuse to spend some more time with you."

"You don't need an excuse, you know. You could just hang out with me." You blushed and he did a little bit too. Without another word you headed to the room he had just walked you to and opened the door.

As soon as you closed it you smiled giddily and slid down the door, you could see Wanda and Nat talking to each other before looking at you. You had planned to have a sleepover the first night you were back and they had been waiting for you for like a half hour.

"Spill!" They both shouted at the same time.

You grinned before telling them about how Sam was being so sweet to you and that you were starting to get feelings for him.

"But it's only been a day, why do I already feel like this?!" You complained

"Y/N, he's been all over you all day, I'm sure he's in the same boat!" Wanda pulled you up from your spot on the floor and brought you over to the couch in your room.

"Yeah he's been following you around with puppy dog eyes. And it's really starting to piss off bucky too, as if they need another thing to hate each other over." Nat sighed.

You felt doubt start to creep in, Bucky was your family and you didn't want to go against his wishes. But Sam was so sweet and arrogant at the same time and the thought of him made your heart pick up speed.

"I'm not gonna act on it yet. I don't wanna make Buck upset over nothing. I'll wait till the end of the week and if it's still a thing I might consider talking to Sam about maybe going on a date." You said, getting quieter and quieter with every word. Both girls yelled out their excitement and began planning your outfits and actions for the next week so you could "keep him interested" in you. You went to bed exhausted but ready to take on the week of figuring out if your chemistry with the superhero was real.

The next week was torturous. Sam was just as flirtatious as he had been the first day and he got bolder and bolder as the week went on. He had asked you out a number of times, each time you responded with some non answer to try to buy more time. Bucky was getting progressively more frustrated about the flirting between you two until day 5 of your stay.

You and Sam were watching a movie together, you told yourself it was just as friends. You were on opposite ends of a couch and you could feel yourself getting more and more tired. Eventually you fell asleep during the movie and Bucky happened to walk by as you did. Sam noticed you asleep and smiled at the sight before he wrapped you in a blanket. Bucky sighed quietly and made his way to the kitchen to get water, not having been noticed by Sam yet who was too occupied with you. As Sam lifted you off the couch and began to carry you to your room, Bucky found it harder and harder to believe that the mans intentions were anything but pure. And he had never seen you so smitten. He begrudgingly decided he would not stand in the way of you two and he might even have to convince you to ask Sam out if you kept up the shy act.

The next day you awoke in your room. Not knowing how you got there you looked around. You remembered falling asleep on the couch while you were watching something with Sam. There was a note on your nightstand so you reached over to pick it up, heart rate increasing as you read the note.

"Didn't want to wake you, I hoped you slept well

- Bird Man"

You smiled as you read the note and began to make your way out of bed. You noticed there were socks on your feet even though you were sure you hadn't put them on. You almost got lightheaded at the realization that Sam put socks on you feet last night before you went to bed so that you wouldn't get cold in the night. The thought made you blush at how domestic it was but you wanted to thank him. You made your way down the hallway, still in your pajamas pants and hoodie you'd worn last night and you knew your hair was a mess. Still when you got to the kitchen and made eye contact with sam, his eyes brightened a bit and a smile came across his face.

"Thanks for getting me to my room last night." You blushed shyly. You could feel your heart going faster and faster as you looked down at your socks.

"I would happily do that every night if it meant I got to take you out on a date." He smiled, already expecting you to avoid the implication again. You smiled at him and then glanced over at Bucky who was already looking at you. He winked and nodded and you knew what he meant.

You made eye contact with Sam, "Tomorrow night at 7, you can take me to dinner." You said while looking into your mug of coffee you had just poured. You looked up at Sam to see his reaction as his face fell neutral before he grinned. He quickly corrected his face too look like he was less excited.

"I knew I'd get you to crack eventually" he pointed out. You rolled your eyes before turning to walk toward the couch.

"I can take it back" you began before he interrupted you.

"No no, no need to do that, I have a great place in mind for dinner." He quickly said and you just smiled up at him lightly. The rest of the day was spent daydreaming about your date tomorrow.

The next night you were getting ready for your date, you had a flattering dress on and had your makeup done up, just finishing before there was a knock on your door. You checked the time and sure enough it was 7:00 sharp.

You mentally prepared yourself and took a deep breath before opening the door to reveal a fidgety Sam Wilson. The sight made you laugh a bit as he had never looked so nervous. It made you feel a bit better that he was nervous too. You took a moment to look each other over. Sam's eyes drifted south until he reached your legs and then back up to your lips. His eyes stayed there for a second before moving back up to your eyes. You had just finished gazing over his built frame that was squeezed perfectly into his suit. You nearly swooned. He had a bouquet of your favorite flowers ready which you shyly took and put into a vase in your room, thanking him quietly. There was a single moment of nerves before you broke the silence.

"You look very handsome." You smiled as you made eye contact with him, your hands fidgeting.

"I can't even believe I managed to get a date with a girl as pretty as you." Sam smirked before offering his elbow to you, which you promptly took. When you reached the elevator you both saw Bucky standing there with his arms crossed.

"Have her back by 10:30. No funny business." He glared at Sam before looking at you. "Have fun sweetheart, you know how to throw a punch if you need to." He smiled at you as Sam gulped. You gave Bucky a peck on the cheek before you and Sam both entered the elevator and it was on it's way down.

You ended up having dinner at Sam's favorite southern food restaurant in the city. More specifically, Louisiana barbecue. You loved the food and you didn't even feel pressure to eat pretty as you and Sam were having such a good time. You both were wildly overdressed but that was part of the fun. He payed for dinner and you promised to get the next one which had him smiling like a fool cause it meant you would go on another date with him.

After dinner he took you out to a dancing bar, but it wasn't fast paced or gross like many seemed to be in the city. Instead they played slower songs and it was less loud. You were grinning ear to ear as you slowly danced together, pressed together as close as you could be. At about 10:00 you began to head back to the tower. You decided to walk there because you didn't want to get home too fast and it was such a nice night out. You had never felt safer than with Sam at your side either.

When you made it back up you the residential floor of the tower, you saw Bucky sitting in the common space with a glare on. He made eye contact with you and when you smiled at him he winked and made his way to bed, not missing a chance to glower at Sam on his way by. You could feel Sam growing nervous next to you as he walked you back to your room. You turned around to face him and his hands were fidgeting. You took a deep breath to gather your courage before leaning up to him and kissing him deeply. He responded immediately and wrapped one of his hands around the back of your neck. You kissed until you had to come away to breathe and you both made eye contact. He smiled at the event that just happened and he took your hand in his before kissing it.

"I think that was the best date I've ever been on." He smiled.

"Well you're gonna have to top it next time." You smirked. He looked back at you and had a faraway look in his eyes. You said your goodbyes and you went to bed with cheeks that hurt from smiling so much.

He did indeed top it next time, and every date after that.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Being Co-Stars with Seb (in pictures)

• This is my first time writing for Seb, so hope you guys like it! 🧡💜🖤 (yeah I know it’s only September but spooky szn y’all🎃)

✪ I feel like working with Sebastian would just be so fun. Like he’s just the biggest sweetheart!

✪ You and Sebastian met on the set of a Marvel movie, I’m gonna estimate and say during Winter Soldier!

✪ Your character was a SHIELD agent who was also one of Steve Roger’s love interests, but after Civil War Bucky’s been peaking her interest.

✪ Eventually leading up to her and Bucky ending up together because Steve decided to leave them for some old ass pussy (chill I love peggy).

✪ You and Sebastian instantly clicked, he was the new guy on set and you were the social butterfly who was willing to welcome him into the family. The rest was history.

✪ If you’re not quite the social butterfly, you guys were definitely introduced by either Robert or Chris (dorito).

✪ But anyway as soon as you guys began talking, you just got along so well with each other. You guys could be hanging out with the rest of the cast but you guys were inseparable.

✪ You guys shared the same makeup trailer and he would always see you with your iced coffee (or whatever beverage you prefer).

✪ One day you were running late and had to skip your coffee run, which left you to the self serve coffee station from craft service.

✪ No shade to craft service, their food is great, the coffee just isn’t the same as her go to.

✪ Seb noticed how much you lacked in personality without coffee (and how grumpy you got) so he asked your assistant for your usual order and picked it up during his lunch break.

✪ When he placed the coffee and muffin in front of you, your face just lit up. You were so happy that you ended up bear hugging him for a few minutes.

✪ Seb suprising you with coffee became a normal thing. He loved seeing your reaction to something so simple.

✪ Seb and your assistant only knew your coffee order :)

✪ Work wise, he is a very talented actor who is diligent and dedicated to his role. I mean come on, the fight scene between Bucky and Steve in Winter Soldier was G O L D.

✪ Since your characters had a few romantic scenes, he always made sure if you were okay with him touching you and kissing you.

✪ “Okay, so you don’t mind if I put my hand around your neck a bit, right?”

“Nonono, it’s no problem at all.”

✪ Everyone knew you two had chemistry, Mackie would sometimes always give both of you shit about how y’all should just date already and stop making puppy eyes at each other.

✪ The fans were also quick to notice it and were fond over the “friendship” you two had. You and Seb are one out of many ships in the MCU that fans absolutely support.

✪ Fans have also pointed out that Sebastian is one of the main people that you take polaroids of.

✪ Oh yeah, the whole point of this headcanon is that you have a Polaroid throughout this whole thing, totally forgot about that whoops.

✪ Sebastian adores your love for Polaroids. He thinks it’s cute seeing you run around with your Polaroid camera and taking pictures of your friends on set.

✪ While you guys were just chilling on set, you shaking out a polaroid you just took of Scarlett and Lizzie, he asked you why you always had your camera with you.

✪ “I don’t know, I guess I just like the aesthetics of it. But it feels more personal and in the moment, this isn’t something I could just simply post on Instagram. Plus it’s a physical copy, I’m not that big on pixelation.”

✪ He’s always ready to smile whenever he sees you with your camera.

✪ Moving onto ✨press tours✨

✪ Press tours with the Marvel fam was always a blast. After interviews all of you guys would end up at a restaurant or hit up a karaoke bar around the area.

✪ Since press tours were in different countries, when you guys had free time, you lot would explore the country you guys are currently in.

✪ You and Team Cap have definitely had a handful of wild nights around the world during these tours.

✪ Interviews would be fun at the beginning but as the day dragged on, the questions started to get repetitive and some interviewers weren’t as nice as others.

✪ BUT since you got placed with Mackie and Sebby, your day was filled with a shit ton of belly aching laughs.

✪ An interviewer once asked, “From what the fans have seen you guys are all very close with each other, are there any special things you guys do as a group or keep within the group?”

“We’re a very cuddly group, (y/n) gives some good ass cuddles. You could ask Seabass over ‘ere, he gets them all the time.”

✪ Mackie never missing the chance to tease you or Seb.

✪ “Well we all got some special nicknames for everyone. Sebastian calls (y/n) some Romanian nicknames that we don’t understand. Can I have a Romanian nickname?”

✪ Sebastian: “No❤️”

✪ Fans later finding out that Sebastian calls you draga or iubi because you can overhear him call you over in a video Evans posted on Twitter.

✪ The fandom absolutely going into mayhem after they find out the meaning of those words.

✪ Outside of the Marvel movies, you guys are still as close as you guys are on set.

✪ Having brunch at a local spot in some comfy clothes just content with each other’s company.

✪ Sebastian is an amazing friend and someone you could count on. He’s always down to help you with anything, whether it be moving furniture to your new house or watching your pet for you.

✪ Sebastian is just the most cutest and sweetest person, I just want one of him in my life🥺

Draga - Darling

Iubi - Baby, sweetheart, lover, darling

☞︎ Tags: @miniaturefunnytraveldonkey @wintersoldierlover

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likeahorribledream · 3 years

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The One That Got Away

Chapter 2: James Buchanan Barnes

Summary: Bucky and Charlie spend some time alone, getting to know each other. All goes well until Bucky gets some news that he hoped never to get.

Word count: 3.6k

TW: Fluff, angst, mentions of: war, fights, blood, injuries, wounds.

Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

The idea of dancing had long been forgotten, Charlie, Steve and Bucky spent the rest of the night sitting in their booth talking about everything that they could think of. They couldn’t stop smiling or laughing, their cheeks and stomachs hurt from the muscles being overused but none of them cared. They were having such a great time.

Still smiling from a joke Steve had just told, Charlie turned to Bucky while pointing at the blonde sitting next to her.

‘’Has he always picked fight with every guy he met, or is it new?’’

Bucky snorted, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

‘’If you only knew.’’ He said, looking at Steve. ‘’He’s been doing this for as long as I can remember. That’s how we became friends actually. The school year had just started, some kid made fun of him and Steve just raised his tiny fists and challenged him to a fight. Literally challenged him. Like he was in a Western or somethin’. We were 7 at the time, andthe other kid was HUGE compared to Steve. I couldn’t just do nothing so I stepped in and we’ve been best friends ever since.’’

‘’He wasn’t that big’’ Steve mumbled while frowning, which made Bucky laugh.

‘’Sure, pal. Whatever helps you sleep at night.’’ Steve rolled his eyes at his friend’s answer.

‘’Bucky always steps in before I can do anything. I would have kicked that kid’s ass, I just know it.’’

Charlie and Bucky exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. She patted Steve on the shoulder and smiled at him.

‘’Oh, Stevie. Even Iknow that’s not true, and I’ve only known you for a few months.’’ Which only made Steve frown more. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost pouting.

Charlie shook her head slightly, smiling fondly at her new friend’s child-like attitude. She kissed his cheek quickly and whispered a quick apology, telling him she was sure he would have won against that other kid to make him feel better.

The blonde blushed at the kiss and smiled.

Bucky looked at their exchange and felt a little bit of jealously creeping up when he saw her kiss his best friend’s cheek. He quickly pushed down the feeling, clearing his throat and going back to telling other stories about his and Steve’s friendship throughout the years.

It was around midnight when they decided to call it a night and left the pub.

The breeze that hit them as soon as they stepped outside felt nice.

The pub was so packed with people that it had gotten beyond hot.

Charlie was about to say goodnight and start walking back to her place when Bucky motioned his head in the general direction of where she was headed.

‘’Come on, we’ll walk you home.’’

Steve nodded to what Bucky said and the three of them started walking.

They stopped once they were at Charlie’s front door.

She hugged her friend goodnight and then turned to James. She smiled at him, kissed his cheek and wished him a happy birthday once again before making her way to the door.

She unlocked it, stepped inside and wave them goodbye before closing the door.

Steve smirked when he saw Bucky blush slightly at the kiss, but didn’t say anything.

Before the men went their separate ways to go home, Steve gave his friend the gift he had gotten him and waved him good night.

That night both Charlie and Bucky went to sleep with a small smile on their lips, thinking about one another and hoping they would get to see each other again, soon.

Charlie was back working behind her desk, answering calls, on Monday.

Her week of shadowing nurse Jones was over, sadly. She had loved it so much and was looking into taking nursing classes and Jones was more than happy to help her take the next step.

On Tuesday, Charlie had just gotten back from her lunch when the front door of the clinic opened. At the sound of the door, Charlie looked up and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when she saw Steve walking in.

What she wasn’t expecting was Bucky following right behind him.

‘’If it isn’t our favorite patient.’’ Jones said, looking at the blonde. ‘’What is it today?’’

Charlie got up and approached Steve, looking him over. She frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow.

‘’Are you ok? Because you don’t look hurt.’’ She kept looking him over, all she saw were the bruises that were already there last week.

There were no fresh bruises or wounds. Steve just shrugged.

‘’I got into a tiny fight, Bucky was right behind me so the other guy didn’t really get any good punches in before Buck chased him away. I’m totally fine, but Bucky wanted to make sure I was ok.’’He rolled his eyes at how dramatic his best friendwas being.

Steve hadn’t put up much of a fight when James had pushed for him to go to the clinic telling Steve they had to make sure he was ok. He knew that going to the clinic had nothing to do with his possible injuries and everything to do with the girl working the front desk.

Another girl took over the phones for Charlie while she went into nurse Jones’ office with the boys.

Steve went directly to take a seat on the small table in the middle of the office. His table as nurse Jones liked to call it, teasing him because of all the times he had came in over the last few months.

He rarely got seriously hurt but after the sprained ankle, Steve liked going to the clinic and getting checked out. It was a way for him to see his new friend and he really loved Jones. She reminded him of his mother and liked to be around her. Usually Jones would have told Steve to stop coming in unless he was really injured but everyone at the clinic was very fond of him and didn’t mind whenever he came in.

Charlie had been put on ‘’Steve Duty’’ as they called it, meaning that whenever he came in she would be the one to assess his injuries and if she saw something serious she had to go get a nurse or a doctor.

She pointed to the chair in the corner while closing the door behind Bucky.

‘’You can sit over there if you want.’’ She smiled at him before walking to Steve.

‘’I’m telling you, I’m fine.’’ Steve fussed while Charlie was examining him, turning his head slowly side to side, patting him down gently, limb by limb, to see if anything hurt and making sure that every bone was where it was supposed to be.

She hadn’t found a single thing wrong with him and sighed in relief. She took a few steps backwards and looked at Steve who was getting down from the table.

‘’Told ya I was fine’’ he said at the same time his feet touched the ground.

‘’You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to fight me.’’ She pointed a finger at him. ‘’Cuz if you don’t stop getting into trouble I’m the one who’s going to kick your ass.’’

She tried to keep a straight face and really tried to look menacing. It could have worked, but Charlie was such a sweet girl that it was impossible to take her threat seriously.

Both Steve and Bucky started laughing. Charlie looked at them and started laughing too, knowing very well how non-threatening she was.

Bucky stood up from the chair he had sat on and walked towards Steve and Charlie.

‘’It’s alright Doll, I’ll kick his ass for you.’’ losing his smile, throwing a death stare at his friend.

He looked a lot more menacing than she did.

‘’Thank you.’’ She laughed, sticking out her tongue at Steve.

‘’If I had known you two were going to team up against me, I wouldn’t have introduced the two of you.’’ Steve said, sticking out his tongue back at Charlie.

They laughed and then Charlie clapped her hands together, making both men jumped.

‘’Are you both free this weekend? I want to bring you somewhere!’’ She said, excited.

They hadn’t made any plans, and agreed to go with her and decided to meet Saturday in front of Charlie’s house and from there they would walk together.

The rest of the week went by painfully slow. Steve hadn’t come back, which was extremely surprising but comforting to know he hadn’t gotten hurt again.

On Saturday morning Charlie got up and ready, ate her breakfast and went outside to wait for the boys.

They finally came around the corner, Steve looking like his usual chipper self while Bucky looked a little... grumpy. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

‘’Good morning!’’ She greeted them once they had reached her.

‘’ ‘morning.’’ Bucky mumbled.

Charlie couldn’t help herself and laughed.

‘’It’s 10 am, how are you so tired still?’’

Bucky only shrugged as an answer and they started walking. Letting him wake up slowly, Charlie and Steve talked among themselves looking at their friend once in a while to make sure he was still following/awake.

‘’So, where are we going?’’

‘’You’ll see Stevie. Patience.’’ She grinned.

They walked for all of 10 minutes when they finally stopped in front of a tiny store. It was hidden between two bigger stores, so hidden that if you didn’t know it was there you could easily miss it. There was no sign, no name just books in the tiny window.

‘’Welcome to my little piece of heaven.’’ Charlie said while opening the door all excited.

The moment you stepped into the bookstore, you were hit by a strong smell of new and old books. It was one of the things that Charlie loved about this store.

She waved at the woman behind the register and brought the boys to the back of the store, where the shelves were.

Bucky seemed to have perked up at the sight of all the books.

The trio started walking around, looking at different books and reading a few pages here and there. Even though it wasn’t a library, they whispered the whole time they were there.

They spent an hour walking around, picking up books and putting them on the counter near the register.

‘’Let’s remember that we have to carry those books back, on foot’’ Steve reminded them while laughing.

Charlie pouted a little before putting a couple books back on the shelves, making a mental note to come back in a few days to buy them.

Once their choices were made, they paid for all their new books. The owner giving them a generous discount, joking that Charlie was the only reason they were able to keep the lights on, making her blush in the process.

This was the first of many outings. After that morning at the bookstore, they started making plans and seeing each other a few days a week. The 3 of them got along very well and had the best time when they were together.

Two weeks had gone by and they had once again made plans together. They were going to meet Charlie during her lunch break and go eat at the diner across the street from the clinic.

It was almost time for Charlie’s break and right before Bucky was about to leave his house, Steve called to tell him something had come up and he wouldn’t be able to join them.

He thought it was odd because Steve never canceled last minute but still decided to go, he didn’t want Charlie to eat alone.

Of course, this was all a part of Steve’s matchmaking plan. When they decided on eating lunch together, he had no intention on showing up.

He never felt like the third wheel when they were together but he could see that his two best friends wanted to spend some time alone, and it was totally fine with him since it was his plan from the moment he introduced them.

It was finally time for lunch, Charlie was starving and she couldn’t wait to see her friends.

She got up from her chair and told the nurse in charge that she was leaving to go to lunch and that she’ll be back in an hour.

When she stepped out of the clinic, she noticed Bucky was alone. She thought it was strange because Steve was never late.

‘’Is Steve running late?’’Charlie asked while hugging Bucky to say hello.

‘’No. He called right before I left to say something came up and he couldn’t make it.’’

Charlie raised an eyebrow, surprised. Bucky shrugged giving her a look that said I know, it’s weird.

They crossed the street to the diner and once they were inside a waitress walked them to a table in the back corner. They sat and picked up the menus.

‘’I’m so hungry.’’ Charlie almost whined, looking over all the options and it made Bucky chuckle.

The waitress came back to take their order a few minutes later. She spent most of her time at their table openly flirting with Bucky, batting her eyelashes at him and laughing every time he said something, even if it wasn’t funny.

He smiled at her, politely, but never flirted back.

Charlie had to admit she was a little bit surprised. Before meeting him, she had heard all types of rumours about Bucky and how he was always with a different girl. Those rumours were clearly wrong, otherwise he would have jumped at the chance.

She was glad he didn’t flirt back, her mood had shifted when she saw how the waitress acted. She didn’t know why and convinced herself it was because it was rude of her to flirt so shamelessly when Charlie was sitting right there, for all she knew she could have been his girlfriend and she didn’t even seem to care. It definitely wasn’t jealousy. Definitely not.

The waitress finally walked away after writing down their order.

Charlie had gotten a bit worried when Bucky told her Steve couldn’t make it, she was scared it was going to be awkward and filled with uncomfortable silences but it was the opposite.

They had no trouble finding topics of conversation, the only time it was silent between them is when they were chewing their food.

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating, they had been so hungry that the minute their plates touched the table they started eating, barely stopping.

Once they were done, the waitress came over to clean up and tried getting Bucky’s attention once again and failed, again. He was too busy chatting with his friend to even notice her looks.

There was still 40 minutes left to Charlie’s lunch break so they decided to stay at the dinner.

‘’How come everybody calls you Bucky?’’

She had been wondering about his nickname since the first time she heard Steve call him that.

‘’Steve gave me that nickname when we were kids. It just stuck and now everybody calls me that. I find it almost weird when people call me by my first name.’’ He laughs. ‘’Now he only calls me Buck though. He said he didn’t like that everybody used his nickname so he had to find another one.’’

Charlie laughed, that wasn’t surprising of Steve.

‘’My full name is James Buchanan Barnes. That’s where he got the Bucky from.’’

Charlie nodded and smiled.

‘’He loves giving people nickname, doesn’t he?’’ She laughed. ‘’After we met he started calling me Char. I absolutely hate it so he’s the only one who’s allowed to use it.’’

Bucky chuckled and raised an eyebrow, curiously.

‘’What do people usually call you then?’’

She shrugged. ‘’Just Charlie.’’

‘’Well we need to fix that. You deserve to have a nickname that isn’t Char.’’ He teased and started to think.

Bucky racked his brain, trying to come up with something cute. He wasn’t really good at coming up with names. He thought of everything he knew about her.

He thought about the day they had met and finally found something. He remembered that the dress she had on the night of his birthday had flowers on it.

‘’Lily.’’ He simply said. ‘’I’m going to call you Lily now.’’

Charlie smiled, loving the nickname. It was cute.

‘’No one else can use it but me.’’ Bucky added.

Charlie laughed.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I’m the one who came up with it, other people can come up with something else. Lily is mine.’’ He smiled, proud of his idea.

Charlie tried to hide the pink that crept to her cheek when he said that Lily was his, bringing the attention back to him.

‘’Then I have to find something for you.’’ She started to think, looking at him for ideas. ‘’James Buchanan Barnes.’’ She repeated a few times out loud, hoping it would trigger something.

‘’Just call me James. You’ll be the only one.’’ He offered, he just loved hearing his first name coming out of her mouth.

It sounded different from when other people said it and he was embarrassed of how much of an effect her saying his name had on him. Charlie smiled brightly at him.

‘’Sold?’’

‘’Sold.’’ He grinned.

Charlie extended her hand towards Bucky and stuck out her pinky finger. He looked at her, confused as what she was doing.

‘’We just made a deal, we have to pinky promise now.’’

He laughed softly, thinking she was adorable. He stuck out his pinky finger, amused, and wrapped it around hers, sealing the ‘’deal’’ witha promise.

Letting go of each other’s hand, Charlie was about to change topics when she noticed Bucky wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, instead he was focused on the conversation the people sitting at the table behind him were having.

She hadn’t noticed them before now, but as soon as she laid eyes on them she quickly understood why Bucky started listening. They were in full uniforms.

Soldiers.

The two of them were talking about how the war overseas was getting worse and not enough men were enlisting. In a few months, they would have to draft any man over 18 that was healthy enough to go fight.

Charlie looked at Bucky, he looked like he had seen a ghost and looked a lot paler than usual.

Steve had told her once how both their fathers had been in the army, fightingf or their country. Both had died.

Steve wanted to be like his dad, he tried to enlist every chance he got but because of his health issues he kept being denied. He had also told her how Bucky felt about about it all.

He wanted to honor his dad, make him proud but he was scared to die. Rightfully so.

Charlie saw the panic in his eyes and brought his attention back to her.

‘’Hey.’’She said softly, ‘’Let’s get out of here, yeah?’’

He simply nodded and they got up.

They paid and left, crossing the street back to the clinic.

Bucky hadn’t said a single word since he had heard the soldiers talking.

Charlie started to worry, not because he wasn’t talking but because it seemed like his thoughts were going a mile a minute.

‘’Bucky.’’

Nothing.

‘’James.’’

Finally, he looked at her. He tried to smile to reassure her, seeing how worried she looked but she saw right through it.

She reached out and took his hand gently.

‘’It’s going to be ok, James.’’

She gave his hand a squeeze and he squeezed back. Hearing her say his name brought a genuine smile to his face.

Charlie had to go back to work, even though she didn’t want to.

It didn’t feel right to leave him like this but she really had no choice if she wanted to keep her job.

Bucky stepped towards her, bringing her to his chest and hugging her tightly, as if he was scared of what would happen if he let go.

She wasn’t used to this.

They had hugged before but never like this. It was always a bit hesitant, the both of them being shy, it only lasted a few seconds but not this time.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him back, just as tightly.

She hated seeing him like this and the way he hugged her broke her heart.

She hold on to him, only letting go when he did, not a second before.

She promised she would call him as soon as she got home that night.

‘’Thank you.’’ He finally spoke.

Thanking her for making him feel better, not pressing him with a bunch of questions.

He knew Steve had probably told her about his dad but they didn’t need to talk about it for her to know what was wrong. She was just there when he needed her and it made him feel less alone.

He was thankful he didn’t need to talk for her to understand how he was feeling. He wasn’t sure he could find the words, anyway.

He smiled one more time at her, but it wasn’t his usual, brighter-than-the-sun smile. He looked sad.

She smiled back at him, trying to look as reassuring as she possibly could, not really sure if she was succeeding.

He started walking home and she waited until she couldn’t see him anymore before going inside.

The whole afternoon she thought of the emotions in Bucky’s eyes, her heart heavy in her chest.

As soon as her shift was over, she rushed home. Keeping her promise, she called Bucky the second she got home.

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roselen-mylady · 3 years

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the game

"First one to kiss Thor wins." Wanda suggested. Y/n tried to hide her scoff but judging by Nat's elbow in her ribs, she hadn't been successful. "Come on, Y/n!" Wanda groaned, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"Oh, you come on! What? Are we going to play 'would you rather' after?" Y/n joked, earning yet another jab from Nat. The two red heads glared at her annoyed but Y/n didn't care as she took a sip of champagne.

Pepper had convinced Tony to hold another party in hopes of boosting the team's morale and while it wasn't the first time he'd done it, the parties were still enjoyable. Y/n couldn't help the enthusiasm and joy that came with drinking, dancing and mingling. Everyone came, at least everyone she knew, along with a hundred other people Tony knew. Even Peter had started to attend the last few parties, granted Tony only made him a frequent attendee once he'd reached 18.

The parties were fun, yes, but still being the drama and excitement addicts they were, Y/n and her closest friends craved the thrill of their little games. They played them at every party. The first was a simple game of truth or dare and the second had been the cliche spin the bottle. But with each gathering their dares and games grew more and more risky. And Y/n loved it. They all did.

But tonight was different.

Tonight was boring.

"You're just upset that Bucky didn't want to make out in the closet with you last time we played." Nat accused. A deep frown settled on Y/n's lips from the stab at her pride but she quickly waved off Nat's insult with a dismissing hand.

"That's because he knew I was drunk off my ass. I didn't really wanna make out with him either, he's my friend. You know what alcohol does to me." She argued, getting a short disbelieving nod from Wanda in return.

"Uh huh. Or maybe cause he knows you're into his best friend." Nat suggested, sipping her own drink with a smirk as she narrowly dodged Y/n's threatening hand. Wanda giggled at the interaction, knowing there was truth behind Nat's words. She had seen into Y/n's mind and her fondness toward Steve practically screamed back at her.

"I'm not into Steve. The man is too self righteous for his own good and you know I'm into bad boys." Y/n shrugged, her attempt at hiding her feelings becoming transparent in her friends' eyes.

Yet before either of them could argue further and perhaps bring up the kiss she almost shared with Steve during spin the bottle, Sam and Bucky arrived. "Who's into bad boys? You've come to the right place ladies, I'm the baddest of them all." Sam flashed a charming smile to which they all rolled their eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but I think Bucky has you beat on bad boys." Y/n challenged, sending a playful wink toward the soldier. Sam gasped, mocking hurt while Bucky rolled his eyes rather unamused with the discussion.

"That's right, weren't you the second shooter in the JFK assassination? That's gotta be as bad as it gets." Nat commented causing a dark flush on Bucky's face. A short flash of guilt appeared on his face but he instantly brushed the comment off deciding not to dig into his cloudy memory for the truth. The second shooter was just a conspiracy theory anyways. But then again, so was the Winter Solider...

"What are you, a cop?" Bucky let out a strained chuckle, bringing his drink to his lips subtly trying to pull himself from the conversation. Y/n offered an apologetic smile and he returned it gratefully before she turned her gaze away.

Despite his closed off nature she'd actually become a sort of friend to Bucky and while at first it was rocky, she rather enjoyed her friendship with him. Through Bucky she heard stories about Steve when they were growing up and she saw another side of him that she wished she'd known.

"You ladies up to another game?" Sam questioned suddenly. Nat nodded sharing a look with Wanda but Y/n's focus had been drawn away. While lost in her thoughts about him, her gaze had drifted to the man of her fantasies and she shamelessly watched as he talked with Tony and another man she didn't care to remember.

He was smiling, a sight that she cherished even if he'd never notice. The blue of his eyes seemed to shine brighter than any fireworks she'd ever seen and her heart skipped a beat just looking at them. His blonde locks had grown out while she had been snapped away but not enough to make him appear drastically changed. In fact she wasn't sure if anyone else had really noticed. Maybe she was just a stalker.

"Well, we were going to play one but Y/n thinks it's not big enough." Wanda replied, giving Y/n a glare as she turned back to the group.

"Well, it wasn't. I feel like everyone's used to our shenanigans so there's no challenge." Y/n shrugged, peering at the others with a bored stare. Sam shook his head, refusing to let the tradition die.

"What did you guys have in mind?" He asked, looking over the three women as they glanced around the party.

"Wanda suggested a competition to see who could kiss Thor first." Nat explained. Bucky scrunched his nose in disdain at the dare, exchanging a exasperated look with Y/n.

"Thor would do anything, if you asked him." Sam sighed, drinking whatever liquor he had requested. Y/n remembered him saying something about woman being attracted to a man who can handle hard liquor but she had chosen to ignore him. Though she did have to admit it must've been hard for him to compete with both of his best friends being able to drink without the effects of the alcohol they consumed.

"That's what I thought! Thor would gladly abide anything if it made us happy. He's too kind for his own good." Y/n playfully rolled her eyes as they looked over to said god. He had slimmed down significantly during his time with the guardians and Y/n could almost swear that there wasn't an ounce of body fat left on the man. His hair had been cut as well, returning to his signature length and his beard had been trimmed down to a reasonable length. In other words, the Asgardian had almost every girl swooning once more.

But Y/n was swooning for another.

The same man she had for years.

"We could make it more of a challenge." Nat proposed. The group turned to her with interested eyes, the only one who hadn't seemed to match their intrigue being a very grumpy Bucky. "We could expand the dare to all Avengers. Unless you guys wanna be pussys and limit it only to men." Nat winked.

Wanda's face flushed at the suggestion and quickly shook her head. "I have a hard enough time kissing the people I've known for years let alone all the new Avengers." She squeaked. Sam chuckled nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, not that you guys are pussys I'm just saying that is a lot of people. That'll take forever. Let's just stick with Avengers pre-snap." Sam's laughter grew at Y/n and Nat's disappointed expressions, having reaped them of the extra challenge they'd been searching for.

"How about this?" He began realizing without a catch the game wouldn't be that much fun for any of them. "You have to get them to kiss you but only using cheesy ass pick up lines." Sam explained, looking rather proud of his game plan.

"What type of kiss?" Y/n questioned suspiciously.

"Any." A buzz of laughter and eagerness flooded over the girls and Y/n smirked knowing she'd been born for this challenge. "Are we all in agreement?" Sam asked looking to each for affirmations. Once everyone was on board they put their hands in the middle, a sort of ritual they had developed as a way to insure everyone's commitment.

But another presence had been added to their usual group and they turned to Bucky to see what he would do. He had never been on the scheming side of the games and usually was a victim but now he had a choice. Though he'd rather be removed from the plan all together he figured he'd might as well get it over with while he still knew what was happening.

"Yeah, alright but I'm not doing make outs. You guys do your lines or whatever, get your kiss, then I'm out." Bucky told them, putting his vibranium arm into the middle along with the rest. With childish grins on their faces they let their hands fall as Sam stepped forward.

"As per tradition, you all start off with a good luck kiss from moi." Sam explained, putting a dramatic hand over his chest as he turned to Wanda. She scoffed at his attempt at charm allowing him to peck her lips with a teasing smirk. Turning to Nat, he hesitated allowing her to quickly kiss him, learning the hard way that coming onto her was an easy way to get a black eye. The smack of her lipstick made Bucky shake his head, his 40s mindset unable to grasp how easily they'd all accepted the concept.

Sam then turned to Y/n, noticing the way she subtly glanced in the direction of Steve as his arm came around her waist. "Looking for someone? Cause your prince charming is right here." Sam flirted earning an eye roll from the woman before him.

"I thought we were supposed to do the crappy pick up lines." Y/n raised a brow, keeping a hand on his chest to get some distance.

"I said cheesy not crappy. I'm offended." He frowned playfully only to have it wiped off his face by the soft peck of her lips. She pulled away just as quick, slipping out of his hold and shaking her head.

"Oh, how will you ever recover?" She replied sarcastically, making the girls laugh quietly beside her. He smirked turning to Bucky.

"Alright, Buck. Let's get this show on the road." Sam announced patting Bucky's shoulder roughly as he urged him forward. Surprisingly Bucky seemed more nervous than he did annoyed so Y/n decided to take the lead this time, stepping closer to the brunette.

Deciding to keep it simple for Bucky's sake she trailed her fingers along his forearm, giving him a gentle smile. "Hey, can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." She spoke smoothly. Sam cackled behind them but Y/n paid no mind instead smiling back at Bucky as he chuckled softly, grateful she hadn't used one of the dirty lines he was sure she had.

Shaking his head he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of her lips. Though he made it seem like he was annoyed by the games he was forced into every party, he found Y/n made them more enjoyable, being one of his only friends.

"Go on. You better win since it's your fault I'm a part of this." He grumbled and Y/n laughed, nodding before running off to claim more lips.

On the other side of the room a certain blonde had caught sight of her, his eyes narrowing slightly in interest as Tony leaned closer to him. "I think Y/n's playing another one of those games. I swear that girl is going to be the death of me. Let's just hope Morgan stays innocent." Tony mumbled, bringing his glass to his lips as he surveyed Steve's expression.

"Yeah." Steve replied dully, his focus directed at the only girl in the room he couldn't keep his eyes off of. Tony smirked knowingly, deciding he'd allow Steve to ignore him just this once.

•••

Y/n had this in the bag.

Thanks to Sam she had a wide range of pick up lines to try out and she planned to use the right one with each.

The first person she recognized in the crowd was T'Challa and she made her way to him slyly, his gaze falling on her as the crowd parted. "Ah, Ms. Y/n. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He questioned, a bit of mistrust in his eyes when he recognized the smirk on her face.

"Just seeing how my favorite pussy cat is." Y/n replied with an innocent shrug. He squinted suspecting her ulterior motives. He'd been to enough of Tony's parties to know that she along with Nat and Wanda usually had some kind of game and while he was entertained by it he also knew he needed to maintain decency being a King.

"He is very happy you're here to make things interesting. He was just telling me about how boring this party was. Also he was telling me he should ask you when you're going to bring Peter to Wakanda, that boy won't get off my back." Shuri spoke up, stepping closer to the pair with a pleased smirk. T'Challa didn't seem to share her amusement but knew most of what she had said was true.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that I have to be in Wakanda next week, I'll see if he's free to tag along." Y/n replied, turning her gaze to the spider boy. He still seemed to follow Tony around like a lost puppy but Y/n hoped maybe their field trip to Wakanda would break him out of his shell.

"Would it be wishful thinking if I hoped your visit to our kingdom is the only reason for your presence now?" T'Challa questioned. Shuri and Y/n laughed answering his question. There was another game going on. "What's the challenge now? Let me guess, I should be expecting Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff next?"

"More than likely. But there's a twist this time." Y/n explained, noticing the bit of curiosity in his eye as she sipped her drink. "If you like my pick up line, you have to give me a kiss."

Shuri giggled next to them excited to hear whatever line Y/n had planned. The young princess was always up for some mischief especially if her brother was the victim and this was what made her adore Y/n so much.

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll just have to try again, I suppose. You know how persistent I am." Y/n winked. T'Challa shook his head, catching sight of Wanda across the room having already collected her kiss from Thor. With a silent sigh, he turned back to Y/n figuring he'd best not hold her up any longer.

"Fine." Y/n smiled, locking eyes with Shuri for a moment before turning back to T'Challa. She stepped forward, the soft click of her heels sending a chill down his spine as she put a hand on his upper arm. Her lips curved into a smile and he braced himself for the line that seemed to bring her so much pride.

"Meow you doin'?" Y/n smirked, her voice smooth as velvet as her eyes stared into his. Laughter erupted from his sister and he turned to her as Y/n burst out into her own fit of giggles.

"I don't get it." T'Challa told them, dumbly trying to use the little bit of context he was given to understand the joke.

"Oh, brother! As soon as we return home we are watching Friends! Now give her a kiss so that she may have a chance at winning!" Shuri spoke through laughs. T'Challa shook his head but lifted Y/n's hand nonetheless and placed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

"I feel cheated." He grumbled but the laughter from both girls was enough to take his mind off the pick up line that went straight over his head.

"Pleasure doing business with you, King T'Challa." Y/n curtsied before turning away to find her next victim, leaving T'Challa and Shuri with entertained smiles.

Next on her list was Bruce Banner, the most lost out of all of the men who had experienced the game. The first time they decided to target just one person, he had been the focus and while he enjoyed Nat's kiss, Y/n and Wanda following in the act seemed to put him in a daze for a week.

"You got T'Challa right off that bat? Sometimes I hate how good you are at this." Nat's voice cut into Y/n's thoughts as the two stood together surveying Bruce.

"There's nothing to it, my friend. Give a line, get a kiss. It's science. Did you already get Clint?" Y/n questioned, trying to see where she was at as far as the competition went.

Nat shook her head softly, glancing over at the other men they'd still needed to kiss. "No. He's not here. He says he wants us to take his retirement seriously so until then he won't be at the parties, I guess." She explained and Y/n nodded quietly. One less guy to convince, she reasoned.

"You know I'll never get used to his transformation thing." Y/n commented, gesturing toward Bruce with a nod. Nat followed her gaze, leaning into Y/n to see past the crowd of people in front of her.

"Yeah, me either." She replied. Y/n's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she glanced at Nat through the corner of her eye but ultimately decided it wasn't something she really desired to question further.

"You better save your best pick up line for Steve." Nat warned, the smile on her lips all too knowing for Y/n's liking. Her mouth ran dry and the familiar rush upon hearing his name coursed through her making her face burn.

"For the last time, I'm not into-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Too bad though. He's been watching you ever since the game started." Nat whispered, turning Y/n's head in his direction with a poke to her chin.

The red on Y/n's face grew darker at the sight of Steve looking back at her, his eyes locking with hers over the rim on his glass. A soft shade of pink settled on his cheeks to match her own and his gaze faltered before returning to the man he'd been talking to.

"Save the best for last." Nat teased softly as Y/n turned back to her. She tried to brush off Nat's words as she stalked off toward Bruce but she couldn't get the image of Steve out of her mind.

Had he ever looked at her like that before? Was she losing her mind?

A long sigh escaped her as she tried desperately to focus on racking her brain for any science puns she had.

"Y/n! Hey, long time no see!" He cheered, pulling her into a side hug. The laughter that bubbled out of her chest was involuntary as she practically disappeared under his good arm.

"It's nice to see you too, Bruce. How's the arm?" Y/n questioned gesturing to the cast that seemed to be permanent on the larger than life limb. Bruce offered a tentative shrug, looking down at it.

"Tony and I aren't sure if it's ever going to heal. He's been looking at the possibility of getting a prosthetic but I don't really mind it. We beat Thanos, that's all that really matters to me." He replied. Y/n smiled kindly at him, putting her hand on the cast as her fingers trailed Steve's signature. She couldn't help the racing of her heart when she realized he'd signed right below her own.

"So, Nat tells me you guys are doing another game. Why do you guys do that anyways? Don't you get embarrassed?" He asked, genuinely interested. Whatever Nat had told him seemed to make him more aware and Y/n found herself open to his questions.

"I don't know. I trust everyone on the team so kissing them isn't a big deal. If anything I think it makes us more open to one another. Not to mention half of us are touch starved and probably need a kiss every so often." She laughed thinking back to her poor Bucky.

Bruce laughed too, "Well, maybe next party you'll find a way to get everyone to play. That'll be a sight." He chuckled imagining everyone competing against one another in some intimate game. Y/n nodded perhaps taking the suggestion maybe a bit too seriously.

"Maybe...I've gotta win this game first though. I'm sure you know the rules." She raised a playful brow and crossed her arms. He nodded remembering Nat's line with a loving smile. "Good. Let's see."

Her hand rose to her chin, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as she thought. Bruce watched with a entertained smile as her eyes lit up before looking back at him.

"Hey, baby. If you were an enzyme I'd be a DNA synthase so I could unzip your genes." She nudged Bruce's side making him laugh.

"That was the worst." He chuckled and Y/n laughed as well, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, but you laughed so..." He nodded wrapping his free arm around her shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head, the most accessible spot from his outrageous height.

"I'm gonna remember that one." Bruce told her, his head bobbing unconsciously as he already began practicing the line in his head. Y/n bowed proudly before disappearing into the crowd once more.

"Who's next?" She mumbled to herself, running her hands along her dress, absentmindedly flatting the bunching in the fabric. The dress had been her favorite, hugging her perfectly as many of the tailored clothes Pepper sent her did. But this one was different.

This one was blue. But not just any blue. It was the same dark navy Steve wore on every mission. A color she found herself buying more often, whether it be on a folder or on a dress. She was almost attracted to it as much as she was to Steve and while it seemed a little silly, it made her happy knowing she could express her hidden feelings through little things such as that. She truly was head over heels but she could never tell him that. She could never risk the rejection she feared she'd be met with if she dared make a move.

So she loved him from afar.

•••

"Oh no. Not pick up lines." Tony groaned next to Steve, his eyes nearly disappearing into the back of his head as he rolled them. Sam chuckled, nodding his head.

"It's true. Everyone is going to get hit on in the most undesired way possible tonight." He grinned, his lips still buzzing from the kisses he'd recieved.

"Yeah, you have bird brain here to thank for that." Bucky grumbled from Steve's left. Sam frowned, glaring at the semi stable hundred year old man.

"That's not what you said when you kissed Y/n." He retorted.

Steve tried to fight the jealousy that boiled in his gut but Bucky had already noticed the frown that reached his best friend's face.

"Only because I want her to win. She's my friend." Bucky explained, hoping his emphasize on 'friend' would put Steve at ease but the super soldier would never truly be at ease unless he had her in his arms.

He'd lost so much over the years including her and now that he had it all back-had her back, it felt wrong that they weren't together like he hoped. But he couldn't just tell her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if he lost her in a way that no infinity stones could reverse?

"Personally I'm rooting for Wanda. That girl's smile would make you wanna kiss her. Not to mention her mind control stuff." Sam argued, using his hand to mimick Wanda's powers.

"Is this going to happen at every party?" Fury remarked from behind them making them turn to him, some with annoyed glances.

"You're not allowed to say anything about this, 'Mr. Off-Limits'." Sam proclaimed, feeling a tad responsible for keeping Fury out of the games. Especially after what happened last time.

"I won't be forced to partake in childish games like that. Y/n had it coming." Fury explained, any remorse he might've felt long gone.

Steve crossed his arms, his shirt tightening around his arms as he tried to bite his tongue. "You nearly broke her arm." He suddenly spoke up. Sam's suggestive smirk made him regret it instantly but thankfully Sam chose not to say anything.

"Gotta admit. Her resolve is pretty firm. It's actually pretty hot." Sam wiggled a brow at Steve. The poor blonde wanted to curl up and die in shame but Sam wasn't wrong.

Perhaps it was her determination and strong will that had attracted him. They were characteristics he was known for as Captain America but yet somehow her will was more powerful than his own.

It was one of the many things that he had loved her for. And one of the things that kept him going during the five years without her.

"Ugh. Can we please not talk about my niece like this?" Tony groaned, hating the idea of them sexualizing the girl he'd practically raised since she was a teen. Steve agreed, unsure how much longer he'd be able to stand them talking about her.

"Ooo, look. She's onto Thor now." Peter piped up pointing a finger toward Y/n as she made her way to the golden haired god. Yet the warning glare he received from Tony was enough to make him quiet again and he silently sunk back into the crowd behind them.

"I've got too many kids."

•••

"Thor!" Y/n cheered. Upon hearing his name, the Asgardian turned returning her smile with a brilliant grin. The flask in his hand was opened yet there was no flush to his face signaling he was either only mildly buzzed or close to it.

"Lady Y/n. I was beginning to wonder when you'd come around. I do cherish our time together." Thor's smile was kind and radiant but she couldn't help but think there was still one smile that could outshine even that of a god's.

"Oh, you know I'd never miss a kiss from you." Y/n returned the charm, allowing his arm to come around her waist, resting at a comfortable distance from her hips. Thor had been the most accepting of their games and never seemed to go through the confusion that the rest did. Or maybe that was just her.

"I was just telling Valkyrie of your little games. She finds them truly amusing. Perhaps I'll convince you to accept her into the tournament." Thor explained, gesturing the hand holding his flask toward Valkyrie.

"Well, it's not exactly a tournament, just a little fun to keep things interesting. You're welcome to join if you're up for it." Y/n smiled, offering a small nod of acceptance toward the warrior woman.

"A competition among women where men are the victims? Sounds like my kind of crowd." Valkyrie replied, an excited smile landing on her lips as the two woman shared a look of mutual approval.

"Wonderful." Thor praised, the joy in his tone seeming to radiate off of him, infecting Y/n with each passing second she was in his grasp. "Now Lady Wanda spoke of this night's challenge. I believe you have a suggestive comment in which to lift me yes?" He spoke, looking down at Y/n as she began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Yes, Thor. In return for the pick up line, I get a kiss. But only if you enjoy it." She recited the rules earning a heartfelt smile from him in return.

"If it is spoken by you I'm bound to enjoy it." He told her earnestly. There was something in the way he would speak that made a girl's knees weak and while Y/n was able to withstand it better than most, she wondered if he was striving for that reaction from her.

Y/n shook her head at him, giving him a half-hearted glare as she looked up at him. "Alright, here it goes." She warned him, taking his attentive gaze as a confirmation to continue.

"Hey, gorgeous. Was your father a thief? Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes." Before Y/n could even offer a wink or a smirk, thunderous laughter sounded from the man beside her, drawing the attention of everyone around them.

A flush of pink bloomed on her face, slightly embarrassed under the eyes of so many, especially Steve, yet she wasn't able to dwell on it for long as she was swept up into the air. Ever the enthusiast, Thor had excitedly boosted her into the air and spun her before allowing her feet to reach the ground again, a little unsteadily from how fast he'd acted.

"You've certainly lifted me, Lady Y/n." Thor told her, bringing her smile back as she regained her balance. "Are you ready for your kiss now?" He inquired, his hand resting comfortably on her waist as he insured she was still willing to welcome a kiss.

With a small nod she leaned up accepting his lips in a teasing yet modest kiss not unlike the one they'd shared before. They pulled away a moment later, smiling at each other as Thor's hand easily slipped away from her waist.

"I'm afraid I must send you off in order for you to return victorious." Thor said, a hint of reluctance in his tone yet in a taunting way similar to friendly banter.

"And that I shall. I'm the best, you know." Y/n declared. Valkyrie laughed beside her, lifting her own glass toward Y/n in a sort of cheers.

"For now. We'll see next time who's the best." Y/n clinked her empty glass with Valkyrie's nodding respectfully as she made a note to get more champagne.

"May the best woman win." Y/n smirked, oblivious to the eyes on her as she walked off toward the bar.

Part Two

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 22

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TWs/Summary: FLUFF! Inappropriate jokes! The team being a family of mother hens. Steve + WAP! Reader's old man fetish is ✨blossoming✨. Stephen is finally evolving from Grinch into a human being.

a/n: How do we feel about Wanda/Loki pairing? Loki is comparatively around Wanda's/Reader's/Pietro's age, e.g. he's a young adult. Also, new divider.

All three of us spilled out of the elevator in a flurry of wet hair, outrageously large shopping bags and the smell of autumn leaves and cinnamon-infused chocolate. Picture perfect friends - our arms were linked, we stood side to side, our bags mixed up. Loki's silky black hair was dripping cold water onto my face and my own clothes sticking to me in uncomfortable places.

It started pouring buckets when we got into my car to go back to the tower. Wanda complained about being hungry and after a brief detour in one of the hole-in-the-wall, hidden gem, French boulangeries, all three of us were pleasantly relaxed and companionable under the influence of hot chocolate and fresh, warm croissants (Loki ate, like, ten, royal manners be damned). The five minute run from the parking lot to the main entrance resulted in us being way too soaked to be comfortable - thankfully, the shopping bags seemed to be waterproof. Or, perhaps, Loki enchanted them somehow.

"Stop fucking cheating, Rogers..." Tony was grumbling in frustration, looking at an array of cards in his hands, squinting suspiciously at a smug Steve.

Noticing us, the room perked up immediately. Thor lifted his head and we saw him and Pietro splayed out on the couch, each male holding a play station controller. Stephen Strange was sat cross-legged on the floor, reading a book, while Natasha filed her nails next to him, a face of tranquility and indifference.

We almost backpedaled from the amount of puppy eyes suddenly gazing at us.

"Sup?" I decided to go first, seeing as both of my companions were still mostly confused. What the hell, I was equally perplexed.

"How was your day, brother?" and "Got yourself a nice dress?" and "Marchesa? Not bad." Were the most intelligible words I could make out of the cacophony that descended upon us.

And it suddenly downed on me. Neither Wanda nor Loki had previously left for the city on their own. Their siblings were worried. I sighed, concealing my happiness behind a quiet complaint of being cold and wet. My bags were picked up by Thor who abandoned his game in favour of greeting his brother with a hug. Surprisingly, Loki didn't refuse and let Thor embrace him and relieve us of our items to deposit them out of the way.

"Cold," Wanda whined, stripping off her damp sweater to reveal simple black leggings and tee underneath.

"Wet," Loki mumbled, gathering a ball of green magic to dry out his dripping hair.

"Gross," I said, walking straight into Tony's open arms. He didn't say anything, just indicated my place was in his lap, squeaking and shivering as soon as I reached my destination.

"Baby girl, you're gonna get sick. Let's go take a bath," He unsuccessfully attempted to lift my limp body. I groaned in protest, dead on my feet. It felt like I had walked a thousand miles. Wasn't gonna remove myself from a warm, soft Tony.

"I'm dead, like, I'm a zombie. If you move me, I'll eat that sexy brain of yours," I threatened fitfully.

"Well, at least change out of these clothes. You're dripping me in gross, polluted rain water," The engineer laughed.

"Lazy," I replied, nestling myself closer to his warmth. He tugged on my clothes, wrestling me out of the top layers, leaving me shivering like a newborn kitten across his lap. His eyes darted across the room - evidently, he was looking for some sort of a hoodie as he wasn't wearing one at the time. Tony knew how much I loved those and always kept one in his vicinity. Thoughtful, lovely Tony.

"Have you seen my MIT sweatshirt?" He asked and everyone replied negative. Tony frowned.

"Here, have mine," Strange stood up, unzipping and handing me his own plain grey one. "I'll make some herbal tea for the girls least they actually get sick." With that, the grumpy doctor walked off into the kitchen. I watched his broad back retreat with renewed interest. Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave...

One warm hoodie and hot tea later, I was feeling less like a drowned cat and more like the fabulous human being that I was. Wanda had told everyone about her two cute new dresses without actually revealing the idea behind her costume. Somehow all of us silently agreed to surprise each other after I pulled my stunt on Stephen.

Strange didn't seem to be mad at me; his presence was amiable and delightful. He made usual small talk and we engaged in a brief, friendly battle of the wits and he and Tony managed to not piss off each other too much. Loki and Wanda hung nearby, and we chatted, too, mostly about less popular but very cool movies the three of us could watch... Yeah, so we were arranging a sleepover. Bite me.

"So, everyone ready for the party?" Clint was all but bouncing in his seat. "Me and Sammy-boy, we'll have the coolest costumes!" He exclaimed, smirking in Tony and Bruce's direction. Something was coming, something great, from my two boys. I could sense it. Natasha probably knew and tattled to Clint already. The bird bros fist-bumped with an obnoxious cheer.

I was feeling drowsy. The tea Strange made had something calming in it. My usual energetic spirit was gone, replaced by a mellow sort of mood. Plus, my feet hurt from all the walking. I moaned in distaste, flexing my toes.

"I disagree," Wanda shared a secretive smile with Loki and me.

Apparently, my discomfort was quite obvious. It took only another quiet, pitiful groan from me for Bruce to scoot closer, remove my socks and tenderly knead the arch of my foot. He smiled at me, soft and gentle, pressing the pads of his fingers into the soft, painful spots.

"Yeah, Pigeon, no amount of make-up will help that ugly mug," Tony declared with a wave of his hand.

"Tony!" Sam defended his bird bro, tossing a pillow at the engineer and missing me by barely an inch.

"You don't need any make-up, bird. You need plastic surgery." I jumped on the bully Clint bandwagon for the lolz. He was actually quite handsome, but his reactions always were fucking priceless. All of us occasionally ruffled his feathers but never to an actually hurtful extent.

"Not gonna lie, that one hurt." Barton huffed, crossing his arms.

Meanwhile, Bruce had moved onto my other foot. I had to hold in a bunch of very lewd, inappropriate noises. Tony was grinning above me, not at all affected by me squirming around. Banner grinned back at the engineer. They were definitely plotting something.

That just wouldn't do, I decided. Time to throw Rick and Morty off their course a little. I stretched leisurely, allowing the hem of my borrowed hoodie to lift, exposing an inch too much of skin than strictly appropriate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve's arched eyebrow and the small secretive smirk he hid behind a cup of tea. The Captain wasn't as virtuous as the others thought and he definitely was onto me.

Bruce still wreaked havoc on my vestibular system by doing some magical voodoo shit to my toes and traded suspicious grins with Tony who radiated an unfair amount of smugness.

"Oh my God," I stretched with a moan of contentment. "Fucking rail me." I might have used this particular choice of words on purpose. The Avengers that memed with me knew the actual meaning but they were in the minority. Most, including Tony and Bruce, gasped in shock at my choice of words. I grinned innocently. "What?"

"We don't use that kind of language around here!" Steve exclaimed, barely hiding a full-fledged laugh behind his cup.

"Cap, a lot has changed in the past seventy years, if you didn't notice," Barton rolled his eyes. "Women are allowed to express themselves now."

"Men think it's pretty hot, actually," Tony remarked, giving me one of his positively mischievous smiles, gently stroking my cheek and dipping his index finger under the hem of my top, following the lines of my collarbone. "It's just that Cap got left out in the cold."

"Very funny, Tony," Steve groaned as the rest of the group laughed. "We don't need a repeat of the WAP incident."

I choked on my breath. "The WHAT incident?!"

Laughter drowned out Steve's stuttering explanation as the supersoldier blushed, possibly, the most saturated shade of scarlet I'd ever seen on a human's face. I had to stop Bruce from continuing to make my limbs into Jell-O, wanting to hear the full story clearly. Anything that warranted such a strong reaction from Steve was bound to be, like, equal parts extremely embarrassing and hilarious. Bucky was laughing up a storm, a tell-tale sign of him having taken direct actions to ensure Steve would be as confused and ashamed as possible.

"Steve caught Peter listening to the song and asked him about it. Peter refused to answer at first, so Bucky decided to mess with Steve a bit," Pietro began explaining. "So Bucky goes: WAP stands for wasted academic potential. Steve sits on it a couple of days, believing his boyfriend like the naïve old man he is," Pietro was gesturing vividly, arms flailing, as the Captain buried his face in his hands. "Lo and behold, Steve had to give a Captain America speech at some sort of school for delinquent children. And at the end of it all - Natasha has that bit on video, by the way - he gives his stern Captain look and goes "WAP is no joke!"!" The speedster laughed out loud along with everybody.

I was howling at that point, staring at Steve. Did the old man realize all the answers to his questions were a simple Google search away? "NO, he didn't, oh my God," I wheezed, suddenly having realized where it was going.

"He totally did!" Clint continued, giving Pietro a fond look and a chance to catch his breath. "The whole student population was laughing, tears rolling down their faces, as the principal started angrily ranting right in Steve's face. And he was just so, so-o confused. Man, his face..." Clint shook his head. "He left so freaking red in the face I thought he was going to have a heart attack. The students had started singing the song, the uncensored version - mind you - at some point and Steve just progressively got redder and redder."

"I'm seventy percent Irish, I can't help it!" Steve cried in his own defense, the famous blush on full display, but laughing nonetheless as he clutched onto his left boob for dear life.

"And one hundred percent dumbass!" Bucky clapped his boyfriend on the shoulder.

I nodded along, me and Tony a howling pile of limbs. The engineer himself was holding onto me for dear life, too winded to make any of his usual snarky commentary regarding Steve's epic failure. "Pure of heart, dumb of ass," I wheezed out my sudden realization.

"Shit, I'm getting that on a t-shirt," Tony sent himself into another cackle fest. "That's brilliant, Princess."

Bucky nodded along, "I'm buying one for this punk." He pointed at Steve, poking him in the right pec.

"Jerk," Steve's gaze was annoyed but fond as he gently shoved his boyfriend before placing a gentle kiss atop his head. Old people in love, so adorable.

"May I request one for my brother as well?" Loki interjected, eyebrow raised, eyeing Thor trying to pry open a carton of ice cream and failing to notice the little plastic lid covering the top part of it. The blonde was utterly oblivious both to his brother and to the chaos around him, set on his quest for salted caramel pecan creamy goodness. I couldn't say I didn't see the appeal...

"What did you call - himbos?" Stephen eyed me curiously, pointing to Thor and Steve with a shaky hand.

I nodded in response. "Harmless, loveable, kind, beefy and utter dumbasses," I pointed out the main characteristics. "I love himbos."

"You said my brain was sexy," Tony pouted, pressing me closer to him and in turn, making my legs wrap around Bruce in a funny way that brought all three of us in a weird sandwich hug. I must've died and gone to heaven once again. "This is bullshit," And Tony fuckin' bit me. The bastard sunk his teeth into my shoulder strong enough to leave a mark.

"I love big, fat brains. Unf," My attempt at a salacious voice only made people laugh. "No PhD, no pussy. I don't make the rules," I snorted loudly.

"You and your old man kink," Wanda chuckled good-naturedly, casting me a knowing glance over the tops of her friends' heads.

"Yes," I agreed solemnly, pulling Tony in for a kiss without an ounce of shame or reservation, catching Stephen's amused face meeting my eyes for a brief second, his eyebrow raised meaningfully. Looked like someone took my comment a little close to heart. Nobody really batted an eye at Bruce being in the middle of our cuddle puddle so if I had to guess, Stephen Strange was at least interested... Or was he silently judging me?

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ladyloptr · 3 years

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•The Noisy Neighbor•

Request: twt@LOKIBARBZ (So, we literally had a whole discussion over this, therefore, I’ll just make a summmary of this.) Loki moves into an apartment in NYC, recently being officiated as an Avenger after some pleading from Thor. He is comfortable in his apartment, as it’s nice and quiet, until a loud new neighbor moves in next door. He slowly goes mad, until one day he seeks to end the nonsense once and for all.

Fandom: MCU AU

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Hate-Sex, Rough-Sex, Angry-Sex, Hair Pulling, Scratching, Choking, Degradation/Name Calling.

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Loki isn’t sure what he expected to be greeted with when he returned to Midgard with his older brother. After the attack on New York City, he wasn’t foolish enough to think they’d welcome him with open arms.

Then again, it’s not like he had much of a choice in coming here.

After waiting in his cell for nearly a year, he was finally placed on trial. They sentenced him to serve his punishment on Midgard, to help The Avengers in their efforts to protect their realm. Among the many different options that the Æsir courts could’ve picked, he’s merely grateful to still be alive.

The Avengers, of course, wouldn’t allow him to take up residency in the tower as a result of his last visit ending in Tony being tossed out of a window. Thankfully, Tony, at the very least, agreed to find him his own apartment somewhere nearby and pay his rent, so long as he behaves himself.

The apartment complex is very nice, and most importantly, quiet. Tony rightfully assumed that it would be wiser to house the God of Chaos in a quiet environment where he’d be least likely to interact with neighbors. The last thing they need right now is for Loki to take it upon himself to permanently silence his Midgardian neighbors for making too much noise.

For a long time, this arrangement worked. Loki typically walks to the tower with headphones in, playing an array of Norwegian music, most of it sung by the artist Aurora. Her music reminds him of home, so he is quite appreciative of her work.

Thor sometimes questions his reasoning for walking instead of teleporting, but Loki finds the walk to be very calming, considering he leaves the apartment early enough to avoid pedestrian traffic. Then late at night, he walks back to his apartment, headphones in, still somewhat aware of his surroundings. Despite what The Avengers constantly say about the city at nighttime, robbery or any kind of assault is of little concern to Loki, considering-well-he’s a literal deity.

Slowly, The Avengers began to warm up to him, with the obvious exception of Natasha and Clint, who are always suspicious of everything. Loki eventually found that he favors the company of Bucky and Wanda, as opposed to the constantly annoying presence of Tony or the self-righteousness of Steve. He also prefers to keep a fair distance from Bruce, much to Bruce’s understanding.

Nothing was amiss, everything was going pretty well.

Until, a new neighbor moves in next door.

Generally, Loki doesn’t care for the ordinary Midgardians that roam the city, he finds them to be incredibly shallow and rather dull. None of them intrigue him in the slightest, and he finds that many of them have an ornate ability to talk much, but at the same time say absolutely nothing.

However, he swears to The Norns that you, the girl who just moved in next door, have been designed specifically to get a rise out of him.

Loki has always been known for his patience and tolerance of others. Even at this chaotic stage in his life, it still truly takes much to get him to snap, but you seem to be naturally gifted at winding him up.

For one, you purposely went out of your way to introduce yourself to him. You went out of your way to bother him, when none of the other neighbors dared to acknowledged him.

Maybe if he were younger he would’ve enjoyed the attention, but now? This Loki likes not being acknowledged, he likes being left alone, and doesn’t care about whoever else is living in this apartment complex.

He doesn’t even really remember what you were saying to him, he just remembers blankly staring down at you for a few minutes and then impolitely shutting the door in your face.

(Unbeknownst to either of you, back on the Bifrost, Heimdall let out a chuckle of amusement.)

Secondly, you’re just too bloody loud. You talk loud, your footsteps are loud, and you play loud music well into the night until one of the other neighbors have to come knocking on your door to tell you to keep it down.

He overheard you rattling off to one of your neighbors in the lobby, and unsurprising to him, you’re pretty young, twenty four, just graduated from NYU, and you have a degree in fashion design-whatever that means. Loki isn’t well informed on Midgardian credentials, and he’d rather not ask Thor (who has a better grasp on degrees thanks to Jane), lest his brother misunderstand his curiosity for infatuation.

Mentally childish, cheery, loud, and obnoxious.

All the things Loki doesn’t like, compressed into one tiny person.

You make him want to turn you into a mouse whenever you’re nearby, and when you speak, sometimes he wishes he could just take a knife and cut out your vocal cords.

It’s such a shame that he finds you so attractive, if only he could tear your face off and place it on another, quieter woman.

On the flip side, you aren’t particularly fond of him either. He always comes off as rude and dismissive. You are convinced he’s the spirit of an old grumpy senior citizen wearing the skin of a beautiful young man.

So, tensions continue to escalate over the course of four months. The loud music, the loud talking, the loud everything.

He could just ask Tony to move him to another apartment complex the moment you began to stoke the fire, but he would rather not concede defeat. Eventually, you’ll be asked to move, with how loud you are and how often you inconvenience the others around you.

But, another month passes and it still hasn’t happened yet.

He’s not sure how long he can put up with this nonsense.

Six months became his limit, after you tested his patience on the wrong day.

That afternoon, Doctor Doom had infiltrated The Avengers tower looking to steal technology from Tony. Doom easily brushed aside the team’s efforts to prevent him from getting anywhere near the lab. With Thor temporarily lending his assistance to Asgard, The Avengers were without one of their strongest members. Loki eventually managed to subdue him, but his seidr was almost completely spent. He was left feeling fatigued and rather irrate.

When he finally returned to his apartment, he was greeted with some much needed peace and quiet. He fell asleep on the couch, too tired to get undressed from his armor or walk to his bedroom.

It wasn’t until you returned home late from a runway show, that his peace was interrupted. He could quite clearly hear your vain and vulgar Midgardian music playing loudly in your apartment nearby.

“I said certified freak.”

“Seven days a week.”

“Wet ass pussy.”

“Make that pull out game weak!”

Finally fed up, Loki exits his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him, and stomping to your front door. He knocks loudly and frantically, eager to get you to shut off that stupid music.

Hearing the knocking on the door, you quickly pause your music, knowing that it’s probably one of your irritated neighbors again. When you open your door, you are greeted with the sight of a scowling deity. You tilt your head and smile at him brightly. “Well, Loki, how may I help you?”

“You may help me by shutting off that incessant, vain, rhythmless dribble you call music.”

“It’s the national anthem. I am paying homage to our country’s independence.”

Loki grimaces, leaning in slightly. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“No, but I take you for someone with an old man mentality.” You raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re not Bill Clinton in a skin suit?”

“It is one in the morning and some of us are tired.” Loki hisses. “Mortals. Always only concerned with themselves, so selfish and blind to the needs of others.”

“Selfish and blind? You’re one to talk.” You cross your arms. “Didn’t you kill like, hundreds of people when you invaded New York City because you wanted a throne?”

Loki’s eyes narrow dangerously at you, as you slowly cross into no-man’s land.

You pout and pretend to cry. “Boohoo, I am Loki, I was born into a rich family, and I was given everything I ever wanted except a throne.” You pretend to wipe your eyes. “So I killed hundreds of innocent humans because I wanted to be king.”

“You have no idea what you speak of, mortal.” Loki growls, his voice low and grave now. He steps forward, passing through your doorway. “You know nothing of me, or what I am capable of.”

“And what are you capable of, Loki?” You ask. “Besides killing hundreds of innocent people because your daddy didn’t like you, of course.”

You are caught off guard when Loki pulls the door shut behind him and locks it. He immediately pins you against the wall by your arms, and glowers down at you.

“Scared, mortal?”

“No.” You answer truthfully. “You don’t scare me anymore. If you really wanted me dead, you would’ve done it already. You’ve gone soft.”

He growls at you, and leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. You hardly have any time to react as he forces his tongue into your mouth. He’s actually surprised when you begin to fight him for dominance, your tongue aggressive pushing against his, and your teeth nibbling on his lips. Eventually, you have to give up your fight, your need for oxygen cutting your fight short.

“Such a shame, a pretty face like yours bound to someone with such an ugly personality.” Loki’s hands release your wrists and slowly travel down to grip your hips.

“Hypocrite.” You say. “Between the two of us, you’re the one with the ugliest personality.”

“You dare to speak to a god in such a way.” Loki groans lowly, grinding himself up against you. You gasp, feeling his erection pressing up against you. “I’ll have you know, where I come from, you’d be punished.”

You let your fingers get tangled in his hair and then you tug on it. You grin as he lets out a soft moan. “Are you telling me you’d like to punish me?”

“I am unsure.” His hands travel up your shirt, and cup your breast. You’re internally grateful that you decided to ditch your bra today. “I have a feeling you’d enjoy it too much.”

Loki stills as your hand travels between the two of you and gently massages the bulge in his pants. “Well, why don’t we find out?”

You yelp in surprise when Loki drags you by your arm to the kitchen. He pushes you to bend over the kitchen counter, pulls your pajama pants down, along with your panties.

A sharp gasp escapes you when he shoves two long fingers inside of you and pumps them steadily inside of you. He continues this until your wetness is practically running down your thighs.

You hear him unbuckle his belt behind you, and soon, he flips you around, so you’re now lying on your back on the counter. You close your eyes as you feel his cock pressing up against your entrance.

“I’m going to break you, fragile mortal.” Loki growls. “I’m going to break you, and relish the moment you come undone underneath me.”

You let out a chuckle, which only serves to irritate him. He enters you in one swift thrust, and you whimper as you feel him stretch you out more than you ever have before.

Loki wraps his fingers around your throat, and begins thrusting hard and fast. He hisses as you drag your nails hard against his neck.

“You should be worshipping me, mortal.” He growls. “You should feel honored that I’m here splitting your quim instead of resting, like I wanted to do.”

“Oh, fuck you spoilt rich brat!” You snap at him.

“Oh, but I am fucking you.” Loki chuckles darkly, tightening his grip around your throat. “And when I’m done, you’ll be positively ruined for any mortal man who tries to lay with you.”

“Bold of you to assume you can make me cum with that weak dick of yours.”

You let out a lewd moan when he changes his angle, his cock head brushing up against your g-spot.

“You were saying, whore?”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re the whore, coming here to fuck someone you don’t even like.”

Loki groans, watching as his cock is literally splitting your cunt. “You asked for this, you stupid girl.”

When you begin to feel a familiar tightening in your stomach, you start to claw and scratch at him, not willing to let him push you over the edge.

“Fight me all you wish to, mortal.” Loki groans in your ear. “You’re going to cum for me, whether you like it or not.”

“I hate you!” You practically scream at him.

“I hate you as well, but here we are.”

You gasp and moan as you feel the coil in your stomach snap. You are somewhat thankful that Loki choking you is preventing you from screaming at the top of your lungs. Loki grunts loudly as he falls over the edge after you, his hips stuttering to a stop as he releases inside of you.

You both stay like that for a few minute, your back on the counter and cum oozing onto your thighs, and Loki resting some of his weight on top of you.

“I might just retire in here for tonight.” Loki grumbles. “I am completely spent.”

“So tired from one round that you can’t walk back to your own apartment?” You chuckle. “You have shitty stamina for a god.”

“I was tired before I arrived here. I said this already.”

You roll your eyes. “Then you should’ve gone to sleep instead of coming here.”

“I wouldn’t have come here if you hadn’t been playing your music loud enough for Asgard to hear!” Loki snaps, biting at your neck in annoyance. You wince. “You’re an obnoxious wrench. It’s a wonder how you haven’t been asked to move elsewhere.”

“The landlord is my mother.”

Loki is silent for a few moments, now absolutely livid. The landlord is your mother?!

“I’ll be having words with your mother, then.”

You laugh. “You can try. Who do you think I got all of my obnoxious traits from?”

You hear Loki scowl next to you, and nip you on the neck again. “You Midgardian women are bothersome.”

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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Hi! Can I please request a Bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader where Bucky is watching his gf (in her early 20s) being silly + her innocent giggles (she came to visit him at the Avengers headquarters). He’s gazing at her with the most fond, lovesick eyes, & Steve very happy that Bucky has her, Sam is even happy for him too. Bucky brings up that he doesn’t know what he did to deserve her & Steve + Sam, even Tony + Natasha remind him that none of it was his fault, & that Y/n loves every bit of him

Bucky Barnes x short!civilian!fem!reader

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warnings || a little bit of angst, fluff, a wee bit of swearing

Bucky and the rest of the team laugh as you dance around to some of Stark’s old CDs in the living room. Natasha had specifically turned on some Tina Turner, which prompted everyone (especially you) to start dancing and relax. Just that morning, they had all gotten back from that particularly difficult and draining mission, which especially affected Nat and Bucky because they infiltrated a Hydra base near Russia.

Bucky had been beating himself up a lot on the way back from the mission due to the base being full of test subjects that he had seen before. None of the team blamed him for not remembering that they would most likely be ambushed with unknown superpowers but nevertheless, Bucky still indicted himself.

So, Steve took it upon himself to text you, telling you the news before getting on the Quinjet to go back home. You immediately packed a bag (to spend the night of course) and went straight to the compound. Before they got there, you made sure to make some homemade chocolate chip cookies so they can come home to the smell of fresh-baked desserts and eat as much as they want. Once they arrived, you made them get dressed in their pajamas and unwind for the rest of the night. Sam just pouted when you glared at him for reaching for a cookie still in his Falcon gear.

Now, after getting into comfy clothes and eating a bunch of homemade cookies, the team watched as you dance all around the kitchen and living room. The only thing heard was Tina Turner and the sound of your giggles. Nat smirked as Bucky just stared at you with a sparkle in his eyes. His face looked of pure ecstasy as his eyes followed your silly manner of you moving your hips to the song.

Nat elbowed Steve. Steve just glared at her until she nodded towards Bucky. Then Steve saw it too, those baby blue eyes stare dazzling onto your figure. For once in his life, it looked like Bucky was in peace. There was no single doubted thought in his mind about his love for your goofy self.

Steve spoke up, clasping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m happy for you, Buck.” Bucky straightened his back, not taking his eyes off of you mouthing the words to a new song. “Sorry, what?” Steve smiles and repeats himself. “I said, I’m happy for you, Buck.” This time Bucky glances over to look at Steve and smiles. “Thanks, punk.”

Sam speaks up, “Yeah, ever since Y/N came along you haven’t been as much of a grumpy old man.” Bucky glared at him as Sam was bundled over laughing.

Bucky sighed, “I don’t know… I-...I don’t know what I did to deserve her.” To your obliviousness, as you were now dancing to Beyonce, the whole team snapped their heads to look at Bucky. Nat spoke up first, “C’mon, Buck. You deserve her love.” Bucky shook his head, fiddling with his fingers.

He didn’t deserve your love. You were kind, bubbly, sweet, thoughtful, and beautiful. All Bucky was, was an assassin, a murderer, and a criminal. Well, that’s what he thought anyway. He didn’t think that anyone like him could, or should, be with someone like you. A good person.

“I just... She doesn’t deserve the things that I have done. She doesn’t deserve all of my baggage. She should be with a good person-” Steve went to immediately interrupt him but Sam beat him to it. “Oh, c’mon, tin can. You’re a good person.” Bucky stares at the empty plate of cookies like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m not Sam. I’ve killed so many people. I don’t deserve her pureness. I-I haven’t even told her I love her. She doesn’t deserve that! What if I hurt her? What if I’ve already hurt her by not saying anything?”

Tony put his whiskey down on the coffee table and stared at him. “Look, I know we’ve had a really rocky start but I forgave you for what you did. I think of you as a semi-friend now.” He sighed, watching Bucky lift his face up. “If the person whose parents died from the Winter Soldier thinks of you as a friend and thinks that you deserve love, her love, then you. deserve. her. Y/N is going to carry your baggage until her arm breaks and falls off.” Bucky smiles and nods, feeling better about the discussion with his friends.

The song finally ended and you plopped yourself down on the couch. “What ya guys talkin’ about?” Tony waved it off, turning off the CD player and turning on the tv. “Nothing important, squirt.” You stuck your tongue at him and curled yourself into Bucky’s side. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you.

You guys start watching a romantic comedy to get your mind off of things and ease into the night. During the movie, most of the team is sound asleep and Tony lifted his head off the couch, “She asleep?”

Bucky looked down at you to see your eyes closed and breathing softly. “Yeah.”

“She sure filled herself up with a lot of cookies then wore herself out dancing.” Tony and Bucky both chuckle to themselves. “I meant what I said, you know. You’re a good man.” Bucky smiled and thanked him. “Just tell her how you feel.” Tony roughly shoves Steve’s and Sam’s bodies off of him so he can get up and go to bed. They never wake up, only sleeping now against the couch and each other.

Bucky plants a kiss on your forehead, “Goodnight, baby. I love you.” You tipped a light smile and opened your eyes. Bucky stared at you with widened eyes and a look of horror.

But you just continued with a bright, radiant smile on your face. “I love you too.”

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