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theresawritesstuff · 6 months

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First of all, you are such a talented writer! Love all your work!

My prompt is as follows: Joel and Lenny meet, and Joel slowly realises how much Lenny really means to Midge.

Thank you!

Thank you so much! This was the sweetest message to receive ❤️ Sorry for the delay. Hope it's worth the wait!

It was another packed house.

Ever since she went rogue on the Gordon Ford show Midge had been drawing in crowds all over town. It seemed like every one of her sets, no matter the venue, was a guaranteed sold out show.

The Button Club was no exception.

Two weeks later and Joel still had Mrs. Moskowitz turning folks away at the door so he didn't have the fire marshall breathing down his neck.

He'd had worse problems, that was for sure.

The crowd was eating out of the palm of her hand tonight. It used to bother him but now…

Now he mostly just felt proud.

Mostly…

He looked out over the crowd from his place at the bar, watching the smiling faces watching her with wrapped attention when he noticed a man enjoying the show from the back of the room who'd managed to sneak in late.

He was about to tell him they were at capacity when the man turned for a cigarette and he was able to better to see his face.

Wait. Was that…

Holy shit it was Lenny Bruce! Lenny Bruce was in his club. The Lenny Bruce! At the Button Club! His Button Club!

Holy shit…

Joel poured himself a quick shot at the bar to drown out his nerves before rounding the bar to go talk to him.

Lenny Bruce was in his club!

He cleared his throat. "Mister Bruce? Hi. Joel Maisel. I'm the owner."

Lenny turned to acknowledge him at his elbow, cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Oh hey. Got a light I could bum?"

"''Course! Of course." Joel cleared his throat as he fumbled in his pocket for a lighter. "Thanks for joining us tonight."

"Sure."

"Are you enjoying the show?"

Lenny smiled to himself, taking a drag. "It would be hard not to. Midge is really on her game tonight. Then again, she's always sensational."

"Yeah. Yeah, she is, isn't she?"

Joel nodded along, looking off at the stage with what could surely only be described as a dopey grin.

Lenny Bruce was in his club!

Then it hit him.

"Sorry…You know Midge?" he wondered, confused.

Lenny shrugged. "I did once upon a time. It's been a while. Hope to again if she'll let me…"

"Right…"

Joel's brow furrowed as he puzzled the cryptic reply.

He didn't have long to mull it over however, as Midge made her way across the room, her set finished for the evening.

"I thought that was you I saw lurking," she teased, greeting Lenny with a warm, if somewhat surprised smile. "What are you doing here?"

Lenny chuckled. "Well I heard a rumor some cute uptown chick shanghaied Gordon Ford's air time and has been killing it in every club she goes in ever since. Seemed like something I should check out for myself."

Her smile softened as she raised a brow. "Called me cute, huh?"

The comedian shrugged almost sheepishly, holding her gaze with equal softness.

Joel cleared his throat, interrupting whatever moment was happening between the two performers.

"Well we're certainly glad you could join us," he interjected, feeling the need to remind them he was still there.

He couldn't say why, exactly. It wasn't like she and Lenny were close or anything…

Right?

Midge shook her head, her attention still on Lenny. "It's funny. That set almost didn't happen but…"

Lenny cocked a curious brow as she hesitated, looking at her shoes.

Wait, was she blushing?

"I remembered what you said that night," she confessed.

"That you're more important than God?" Lenny wondered with a smirk.

Midge rolled her eyes fondly. "Not that."

She glanced up at the comedian, then away as she pulled a little slip of paper out from where she had been keeping it tucked within the neckline of her dress. "I,um… I found it in my notebook just before. Took it on set with me for luck. It worked so…"

She shrugged lightly, folding it back over carefully in her hands.

Joel blinked, looking from her to Lenny and back again.

She'd been keeping it, whatever it was, with her for every performance since the Gordon Ford Show.

Not just with her, but in her dress!

Because of something Lenny had said to her.

Because it was from a time, a night, that they'd shared…

"Glad to see you found your spotlight," Lenny murmured.

Joel felt his hands grow clammy, his throat go tight.

He knew from the talk around the club scene that Lenny hadn't been in New York for quite a while.

How long had this been going on?

"Can I buy you a drink? Catch up?" Lenny asked her, sounding tentative but hopeful.

So hopeful.

Just what exactly was there to catch up on?

"I'm actually kind of hungry," Midge admitted. "You wanna get out of here? Get some sensationally mediocre Chinese food?"

Lenny smiled. "I know just the place. You remember our deal?"

"Yes. I'm buying," Midge laughed, turning to Joel expectantly, suddenly remembering he was there. "Think I can get my payment now instead of later? Sounds like I've got a date."

"Y-yeah. Sure…" Joel stammered, glancing between the pair.

"Great! I'll just grab my coat and we can go," Midge promised, touching Lenny's arm.

Joel watched her walk off towards the back room, looking back at Lenny utterly baffled.

Lenny shrugged, patting his shoulder as he moved to wait by the door.

"Thanks for the light. Nice place you got here."

"Y-yeah…S'cuse me."

Joel took off to follow Midge into the back, shaking his head.

He watched her a moment from the office doorway as she put on her coat.

"So. You and Lenny…"

She shrugged in reply, but her smile said it all.

Fuck…

"Were you ever planning to tell me?" he wondered.

"Nope." She picked up the envelope with her money inside from his desk, strolling out of the office. "Have a nice night, Joel. See you Wednesday with the kids."

"Later Midge," Archie greeted, popping into the office for more bar napkins. "Great set tonight."

Archie turned to him. "Hey did you see the guy who looked just like Lenny Bruce?"

He heaved out a sigh.

Midge was fucking in love with Lenny Bruce...

"I'll be at the bar."

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Heart's Delight

Pairing: college! Bruce Banner x insecure! female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1050 words

Outline: Bruce invites you out for an afternoon at the cinema.

Warnings: insecurities, awkwardness.

Author’s Note: Requested by a nonnie and then you all voted on having this fic with Bruce. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

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You were nervous.

Well, you were always nervous.

Just today you were more nervous than usual.

Bruce Banner, the sweet boy with the dark loose curls and the cutest glasses had asked you to join him at the cinema. He could barely blurt it out at first, his whole face turning into a bright tomato red staring at his feet slurring and repeating his words until you told him that you want to go out with him anywhere he likes.

So finally you decided on going to the nearby cinema at the mall. It was three stops away from the subway station so it wasn't too far away and hopefully not too busy.

You didn't have much experience with dating even though you were already in your third year of college, your shy demeanor and lack of confidence kept you behind. But from when you started attending that one class with Bruce, you kept wishing for something to happen between you two. And now it seems it was your time.

It started with cute messages on pieces of paper then it manifested to study dates for classes and exams until this very morning. Soon he would be leaving for a week on a seminar with his science class and he wanted to squeeze that opportunity now.

You stare in front of your mirror, dressed in a skirt with thick thighs and your cutest fall boots. After having changed more than ten shirts you settle for the one your roommate suggested hoping someone else's taste was better than yours. Then you stared at the mirror as you started doing your makeup and putting on the final touches.

Five minutes later you hear a knock on your door and putting on your jacket you shout that you are ready. Grabbing your bag you open the door to look at Bruce dressed in black jeans and a checkered white and red shirt. He looked very handsome and he even was holding a single rose that he offered, you profusely thanked him and placed it on your bedside table.

The walk and the subway ride went by a breeze as you both were talking still about the morning class. Then easily you chose a movie, you had shared interests before so it wasn't hard to come to a decision. The mall was right at the end of the subway station so it didn’t take you long at all.

But the movie wouldn't start until an hour later and you both weren't hungry, you wanted to try the flavors the cinema provided so you opted for browsing around. After playing a couple of games at the arcade in the back and after Bruce won a teddy bear for you at a machine, he dragged you to the photo booth.

He nervously placed his hand around you, as you posed for pictures. You tried to ease yourself around his touch, your heart racing at the prospect of him touching you so closely and when you took the film in your hands he looked at you confused.

"Hey, are you?" Bruce sounds nervous trying to swallow a lump in his throat. "Are you having fun?"

"Yes, I am having tons of fun." You draw your eyebrows together as you sit down on the bench next to him. “Why would you even ask that?”

"You look…" He seems to be searching for a word. "Like you are not having fun."

Confused, you look at the pictures in his hands and you immediately realize the problem. You hated your smile because it was crooked and you had long ago learned how to pose for pictures with your serious expression. Which evidently looked very harsh against Bruce's bright smile.

But you didn't want to tell him that, he would find you superficial or something alongside those lines or he could have thought you were too much or too paranoid so a brief silence filled the noisy room.

"I don't like pictures that much."

"I'm sorry I should have asked before dragging you, is it my fault."

"No, Bruce, is alright. Please don't worry about it."

"You look beautiful though just pissed."

You laugh and you immediately place the palm of your hand in front of your mouth like you always did in public and that's when he realized.

"You don't like your smile?" He asks and he seems to be remembering things. "You always place your hand in front of your mouth in class but seldom when we are alone."

His incredible observational skills have left you both speechless and mortified at the thought that he has possibly been noticing your facial features and expressions too closely.

He begins to excuse himself again afraid he overstepped a line or has insulted you so you just want the earth to swallow you whole right now.

"Is fine, Bruce, please don't worry about it ."

"It's beautiful."

He is staring at you directly and openly.

"At first I kept bets with myself thinking I could keep you smiling again and again because you seemed to only be doing it for a couple of seconds." He chuckles and shakes his shoulders. "So I had to keep you laughing just to see you happy like that or…" he shakes his head slowly blushing himself. "Repeat every stupid joke I knew a lot of times till you got probably sick of it."

Well, you didn't know how to respond to that so you just stared at him.

"Wait, hang on, I got an idea. " He chuckles and then softly places his fingertips on your cheek, slowly caressing it. And then he started leaning closer and closer, titling his head until his plump lips were softly pressing against yours.

He pulls away, still gazing at your eyes as you are now smiling at him.

"There it is, my beautiful Y/N."

He didn't expect you to like your smile overnight but he was extremely willing to have you at least smiling freely for him.

When it was time for the movie, it was hard to push back from his face but he delightfully grabbed your hand and lead you first to the booth for a selection of popcorn and then to the cinema itself.

And somehow you couldn’t stop smiling in the darkness of the theatrical room.

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elliebean714 · 1 year

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Through The Years

Edward Nashton x Wayne!F!Reader

Angst, Fluff

Diversion From Canon

Summary~ Y/N Finds Out Edwards Secret Plan

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<2 Years Ago>

<30 Years Old>

Your life had never been better than it is now. You had an excellent career, wonderful home and the most loving fiancée on the planet. You'd always expected wedding planning to be stressful, and it was, but it was far easier with Edward by your side.

You had been engaged for a little over a year now, every day you spent together was pure bliss. You thought you could never love him more than you did before, you get proven wrong every time you look at him.

You got up early this morning to make breakfast before work, only to notice you were alone in bed again. He'd spent the night writing in that journal, again. You made your way out of bed and to his office, you knocked gently. Scrambling could be heard from inside, something banged, sounded like a drawer closing too fast, then the door opened quickly, revealing his dark, fussy hair and deep eye bags.

"Hey hon, what's up." He asked, trying (and failing) to stifle his yawn.

"What's up?" You breathe, exasperated, "Jesus Ed, did you sleep at all last night?"

He nods hesitantly, "Yeah, yeah. I got a couple of hours."

You rolled your eyes at him, that always ment he only got two, maybe three.

"Sure. What kept you up last night?" You sighed. You knew you'd never get a straight answer to that, but you still asked everytime.

"Oh, nothing just, you know, stuff." He was barely comprehensible at this point.

"Eddie-" You began.

"It's okay, I promise, I was just writing some stuff in my journal. Nothing bad honey." He interrupted, taking your hand and kissing it gently.

"Whatever." You shook your head, too tired to argue. "Want me to make you breakfast?"

You were worried about him. Of course you were. The first night he spent writing in that journal, as weird as he acted the days following, you thought it was a one time thing. Then he kept it up. Not sleeping, barely speaking. Just writing.

A few weeks after it began you brought up potentially getting a therapist for him.

He never liked that.

You saw it as it is, getting help for your problems, no shame in that. But he saw it as degrading, insulting. Like the mere thought of going to therapy ment he was crazy, helpless. Pathetic.

You wanted to respect his wishes and not go through is belongings, especially not the ones in his office but you couldn't think of one other option. Talking with him, as hard as you tried, yielded no results, waiting it out wasn't going to happen, as much as you hated disrespecting his boundaries, the best course of action was searching the journal for answers.

He was away at work, you should have hours to look through his office then plan for a conversation with him once he got home. You entered the cold room you'd only ever seen from tiny cracks through the doorway.

Flicking on the light, you begin opening his drawers, you guessed that's where he kept it due to the sound you heard in the morning. You opened the bottom right drawer last, not surprised to find the journal sloppily thrown on top miscellaneous papers and office supplies.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for what ever you'd find in here. It's for the best. You keep saying in your head, it's for the best, you have to read this. You open the first page.

Creepy drawings, incoherent scribbles, vile things written on every page. His nightmares, his memories, his hatred for seemingly everything.

Somewhere in the middle of the journal a plan begins to form, murder, torture, bombing the city...

You feel tears brimming the corners of your eyes when you read he'd planned on killing his own brother-in-law. Whilst you weren't as close with Bruce as you wished to be, the idea of him dying, especially at the hands of your own husband, made you want to vomit.

As much as you wanted to throw the journal back into the drawer and run out of this room and never think about it ever again, you couldn't. The things you'd found here would haunt you.

Hours pass and you're still slowly reading the journal, by the time he gets home.

"Hey hon! I'm home." Edward calls out to you, concerned when he can't see you and you don't answer him. You always answer him.

Edward begins to search the house, calling for you every few seconds until he sees his office door open, just a crack.

A rush of anger flares through him at your betrayal of his wishes. It slowly turns to dread as he opens the door, coming face to face with your tear filled eyes. His geart aches looking at the subtle fear in them. You read it. You know everything. You're scared. Of him.

"Honey I-"

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered. "How could you think all this? Why... what... I just, I can't believe you."

"Y/N, please, I can explain." He tried to calm you.

"Then do. Explain how you're not a murderous phychopath, honey. Can you explain that to me?" You spat, furious.

"It's awful, but I can't help it. I don't want to feel this way or think that stuff, I just do." He hesitantly 'explains', "I don't actually want to do that plan I wro-"

You interrupted him by slaming the journal on his desk. "I don't care if you want to or not! You're still thinking about it!"

"I'm sorry, please I'm sorry honey, I love you." he repeats with tears flowing freely down his soft round cheeks. He was wrong, going to a therapist wouldn't make I'm crazy and pathetic. He already is.

"I love you too. But please find a hotel tonight." You told him. Then you walked into your bedroom and sobbed harder than you had in your entire life.

You spend the entire night awake, yearning for the Edward that was kind and gentle, the boy who'd had a panic attack over flowers not being perfect for you, who'd sobbed after having not seen you for five years, who'd screamed louder than you'd thought was possible when you mentioned getting back together, who'd planned the sweetest proposal.

The man who'd wanted to make the world better for you. That's what he wanted, right? That's why he wrote all that stuff, what his plan was about. Making everything better, although maybe not just for you. Surely other people would benefit from his plan. Getting rid of the corruption in Gotham could help so many people.

All of a sudden you sat up and scrambled to find your phone on the bedside table. Once you find it you call him, no doubt in your mind that he's awake. And probably crying.

He picks up fast, his hoarse voice indicating you're correct. He begins to apologise but you cut him off, with a simple

"Do it.".

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cephalog0d · 11 months

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Batfic - "Hitch A Ride"

Rating: Teen and Up (language) Category: Gen Characters/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Jason Todd is Robin, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Canon Compliant (ish, at least Strongly Canon Adjacent), Referencing Nightwing Year One (1996/Vol 2 Nightwing) Words: 1,185

“This is an important skill for you have if you’re gonna do this job, Boy Wonder,” Dick continued by way of explanation. “I hate that you let that be a thing,” Jason groaned. Dick pretended not to hear him and kept talking.

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“This is stupid,” Jason said, his face set in a scowl as he looked down at the elevated train track below them.

“Hey, this was Alfred’s idea,” Dick countered with a grin. Jason snorted derisively.

“Pretty sure Alf meant something a lot less dangerous. Getting ice cream or something.”

“It’s Gotham, getting ice cream is still plenty dangerous,” Dick pointed out, earning a clearly very begrudging smirk before Jason schooled his expression again. “We can do that after, though, if you want,” Dick offered. He wasn’t sure what to make of the way Jason’s gaze snapped to him, and the mask made it harder to parse small changes in expression, but he thought maybe that was surprise. At how easily Dick had agreed, or that he had agreed at all? Either way, he made a mental note to try to find somewhere still open when they were done. Something was always open in Gotham. And maybe not even a criminal front, if they were lucky.

“Sure, if I’m not road pizza first,” Jason mumbled, returning his glare to the tracks.

“Relax, kid, I didn’t let you fall before, did I?” Dick resisted the urge to do something truly obnoxious like ruffle the kid’s hair, but he did shift his weight a little to quickly nudge his shoulder against Jason’s. Sure they hadn’t spent that much time together, but give him a little credit. He hadn’t been willing to let that happen even before he decided he kind of liked the new Robin, there was no way he was going to let it happen now. (If nothing else, because Alfred would absolutely murder him if he didn’t bring the kid back in one piece.)

Jason’s head turned just a little, like maybe he was side-eyeing Dick behind his lenses, but he didn’t argue. He just kept frowning, one hand fidgeting a little with his cape in what Dick suspected was an unconscious nervous gesture.

“Still don’t see what’s wrong with your bike,” Jason muttered a little defensively.

“Nothing, my bike is awesome,” Dick said cheerfully. “You don’t get to drive it, though.” Well, not yet anyway. Give it a little bit and maybe. He had gathered from Alfred that Jason had a fondness for Bruce’s vehicles, both civilian and otherwise. Bruce would definitely disapprove, but if anything that was just extra incentive. In fact, Dick was pretty sure that was one of the duties of being whatever big-brother-adjacent role he was in now.

“Besides, this is an important skill for you have if you’re gonna do this job, Boy Wonder,” Dick continued by way of explanation.

“I hate that you let that be a thing,” Jason groaned. Dick pretended not to hear him and kept talking.

“Bikes have to deal with traffic, and they draw attention, and you have to worry about where you left it and make sure you can get back to it. But you always know where the train tracks are, and I’m guessing you even probably know when they are, too, right?” He hadn’t needed Alfred to tell him that Jason was a Gotham native, he just needed to hear his accent the first time he spoke.

“Well duh, I live here,” Jason said. His tone was dismissive, like that was no big deal, but his shoulders dropped a little and he lifted his chin a bit with quiet pride at the acknowledgment. Dick certainly remembered how hard it had been to get anything except “do better” out of Bruce back when he was starting as Robin, and it wasn’t like he had gotten more complimentary over the years, so Dick was guessing that it wasn’t much different for Jason.

“Exactly. So it’s a pretty surefire way to get somewhere in a hurry, or get away from somewhere in a hurry, and it’s a lot sneakier. Most bad guys, even in Gotham, aren’t going to be real eager to follow you that way.”

“I guess.” Jason still did not sound entirely convinced, but he also didn’t look as much like he was trying to burn holes in the tracks with his mind.

“That, and it’s fun!” Dick said with the kind of broad grin that tended to get him sidelong looks from his teammates. It had the same effect on Jason, apparently, as not even the mask could hide his deeply suspicious look.

Dick didn’t entirely blame him for his hesitance; it wasn’t like his last attempt at this had gone all that well. But last time Dick hadn’t actually given him any kind of guidance, besides making sure he didn’t actually go splat onto the pavement. This was different.

He was guessing if he tried to point that out, though, it would just get Jason’s hackles up, so he bit back the reassurance he might otherwise have offered and focused on the guidance part.

“The big thing is to stay low and wide. The flatter you are, the easier it is to keep your balance. The other thing is to stay loose. You need to move with the motion of the car, not try to stay in one position. If you can land yourself near something to hold onto that definitely doesn’t hurt either, obviously. Make sense?”

“Sure,” Jason said slowly. He was still frowning, but it was a bit more thoughtful than anything. Behind them, Dick heard the clatter of the train and ran a quick mental calculation on timing.

“Oh, one more thing, very important,” he said with all the seriousness he could muster. The tone was enough to get Jason to turn and look up at him. Dick held his gaze for a couple of seconds before grinning hugely and reaching out to push at the corners of Jason’s mouth with his fingers, forcing them upward.

“Have fun!” he said brightly. He obviously got immediately slapped away, and punched in the sternum for good measure, which did not at all prevent him from cracking up at the outraged look on Jason’s face. Frankly, Dick was genuinely a little surprised he didn’t get bit. (Maybe if he wasn’t wearing gloves that had been touching god only knew what on Gotham streets all night. Still would’ve been worth it.)

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jason snapped, swiping at his cheeks.

“Language, little wing,” Dick chided, the reproach only slightly undermined by how he was still laughing.

“Wha- I’ve heard you say worse!”

“You can’t prove a fucking thing.” The wink probably didn’t translate all that well under his own mask, but whatever. It was the thought that counted. He kept going before Jason could fire back. “Here it comes, you ready?”

“Yes, if it means you’ll finally shut up about it.” Jason shifted his stance, crouching in preparation and watching the tracks with surprising focus for someone who ostensibly didn’t care and didn’t even want to be there.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, Robin.”

Dick was definitely not imagining the hastily suppressed flash of a smile, or the notable lack of hesitance as the train passed under them and Jason launched himself at it, with Dick right behind.

((This is, if not 100% canon compliant (I didn't go back and double check every contemporary title) at least strongly canon adjacent to the Nightwing Year One version of their meeting, including the whole bit with Jason almost falling off a train (twice), with some very small bits of other versions thrown in (because if DC can remix backstories whenever they want so can I). Also some of that thing of Dick using a ton of nicknames for Jason before finally calling him Robin snuck in because I have a lot of Feelings about that.))

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"Who's gonna tell her?"

A/n: Another idea of Mama Nat. If you guys have any requests I would love to write them. This story is the same storyline as "Mama Up". If you wanna read it here is the link.

Summary: You were never a crier but when Thor broke your lego rose. They didn't expect how your reacted.

You had a ton of lego toys. You have three big boxes of it. Tony bought all of that for you because just like him you liked building stuff. You were still two so you weren't allowed to play stuff at his lab. So your dad spoiled you with a ton of legos.

You were building a rose using a lego. You planned on giving it to Natasha because the rose you made will never die. You were planning on giving her a real flower but you concluded that it will just die and be thrown away so here you were building a lego rose.

You smiled at your own work and put it aside. Being two you leave stuff on the floor because you weren't tall enough to put it in a high place. You left your area and quickly grabbed a pen so you could draw a little heart and stick it to the lego rose.

While you were nowhere to be seen. The team saw that you weren't around your play area so Thor being a gentleman looking for you, accidentally stepped on your work.

Looking down he saw it was broken so he brushed it away.

Coming back you saw what Thor did. You were so upset- no you were angry. You looked at him with the biggest frown you could ever master and your eyes were filling up with unshed tears.

"Oh there you are little one," Thor said smiling at you but quickly frowned when he saw your face.

"THORR!!!" Your voice was so loud that the team immediately went to your area.

"Dude, what did you do?" Sam asked nudging Thor's arm.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

"You broke my lego" you whined tears were now spilling your eyes. And when you looked at your lego some parts of it were crushed.

You were now smacking Thor's leg. Sobbing and screaming Thor picked you up but you immediately slapped his face from one hand to another.

"Mama!!" You called out still in Thors arms.

Confused Sam looked at the team.

"Who's she calling?"

Bucky immediately said not me and Wanda shooked her head. Steve said definitely not me. Bruce was just looking at you confused. Clint was thinking of a solution to calm you down.

You were never a crier you never cried and pulled a tantrum so they were confused as to why you were sobbing real hard and calling for your mom.

"Who's gonna tell her?" Sam asked.

"Tell her what?" Steve inquired.

"That she doesn't have a mom." Sam flatly said.

"Sam" Steve scolded shaking his head in disapproval.

"Who's she calling then?" Wanda asked.

"MAMA!!!!" You were still sobbing. Screaming at the top of your lungs.

Natasha was just out of the training room when she heard the sounds of crying. Skipping her steps she heard you calling out for her. She quickly run to where you were.

"Mama" this time your voice was hoarse. That's when Natasha took you from Thor's arm and when you saw her face you immediately clung to her.

"What's wrong love?" She asks glaring at the team.

"Thor broke my rose lego mama"

Thor immediately fixed his poise when Tasha gave him a death glare.

"Wait are you the "mama" she's referring to?" Sam asked.

The team didn't know that you called Natasha mama. You haven't addressed her while the team was around so they were utterly confused.

"Yes" Nat simply replied.

"Why would she call you that?" Steve asked.

"I don't know I always taught her to call me Auntie Nat but she insists on calling me mama," Natasha explained.

The team now nodded in understanding.

"Hey let's fix your lego hm?" Natasha comforted you.

"It's crushed" you whispered sadly.

"Ok, then let's make another one, yes?" She asked you but you sobbed more.

"But that one was for you" you whined.

Natasha only smiled at your thoughtfulness. You thinking of giving Natasha something you made, made her heart flutter.

"It's okay y/n. It'll be fine." She assured you.

"But it's not fine" you sobbed more so Natasha quickly rubbed your back and gave the team another stare. All of them looked away, half of them leaving the area.

"Thor why don't you apologize to y/n" she suggested.

"Im sorry y/n. I promised I won't break your toy anymore." He apologized and when he saw you nod he quickly scurried off.

Natasha was bouncing you up and down trying to calm your hiccups and little sobs now. She rocked you back and forth and sang you a lullaby.

But before you could sleep you moved your head and looked at her.

"Hi," Natasha said giddily smiling at your cute face. You had a tear-stained face and a snot on your nose but you still manage to give her a little smile.

"I'm sorry for crying" you apologized and pecked her lips.

"It's fine it wasn't your fault no need to apologize" she assured you.

You were now resting on Natasha's shoulders. Natasha heard your tummy grumbled.

"Hungry baby?"

When she didn't get a reply. She looked at you and you were already asleep eyelashes wet by tears.

She smiled at the sight of you. And that's when she decided she would never get tired at the sight of you.

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Told you I wasn't done with baby Bruce lol, here's my headcanons for him and Clark! I'm fixated on this hard so I'll probably have even more later lol

Clark is the first person outside of Alfred to know about Bruce's regression, and the only one he trusts with it for a very long time.

Bruce can't really admit why he would want Clark to know, but it's kind of obvious. Who wouldn't want Clark to take care of them? They were already best friends, and he was already one of the very few people Bruce felt truly comfortable around anyway. He just had a feeling letting Clark in on it would lead to good things.

And of course it did, Clark is the perfect caregiver. He's a true foil to the usual Bruce - open, loving, happy, all wonderful things to bring into Bruce's regression.

Not that Alfred wasn't already doing a perfect job caring for him, that much was obvious. The duo were a well oiled machine, and more comfortable in each other's company than anyone else's. But given Alfred is older and not a superhero, there were just things he couldn't provide

For the most part - picking Bruce up. That was always Bruce's favorite as a kid. His dad used to carry him all the time, he was almost never out of his parent's laps. After they passed he became much more guarded, and soon enough he was too big anyway.

... but not for Clark. Clark was more than happy and capable of picking Bruce up, he did it all the time. To fly with him, when he was hurt, when he just couldn't contain himself and had to hug Bruce for one reason or another. But those were all more necessary evils than genuine.

The first time Clark picked Bruce up when regressed, for lack of a better word, hit different. It was so comforting, so warm. It instantly became a (positive) trigger to his regression if he wasn't careful. It absolutely came in handy, now there was a way to get Bruce to take a break without tranquilizers, hallelujah.

Positive triggers were a very new thing to Bruce, and basically all of them had to do with Clark. Honestly, him just showing up at the manor with his cheery "Hey buddy!" was enough.

Another thing that instantly makes him feel small is actually superman merch, which he is endlessly embarrassed about. It's a big tell when he's wearing a Superman tee that it's time to call Clark, and Clark finds it beyond adorable.

Something about Clark just makes little Bruce more chatty, which gives way to an endless foray of infodumping. Bruce has years of niche research topics to gush about, everything from bats to space to the wild west. Clark is happy to listen, but he does get confused easily.

Honestly most of Bruce's regression is show and tell, he absolutely loves praise. Everything he does gets an instant replay for Clark. He especially loves showing off his drawings, which Clark has to use all of his willpower to not take pictures of to show the League.

Bruce is a very "look look look" regressor, he loves pointing things out, the detective he is. Especially on walks Bruce will point to all the birds and animal tracks (earning the joke from Clark that he's really the boy scout here)

Since Bruce's regression started to be less strictly sad he picked up a few attitude changes. For one, he's a big "no I can do it by myself I'm big" kinda kid, but mostly just with Clark. Inevitably he cannot do it by himself, at which point he let's Alfred do it.

Bruce is just as clingy with Clark as he is with Alfred, if he's out of sight for more than a minute there's a 90% chance he'll start crying - another reason he likes being picked up. If Bruce is feeling small enough Clark will just keep him on his hip all day.

Bruce usually hates being talked down to, but doesn't seem to notice when he's regressed. Clark kinda slips into that dad tone of "oh really buddy?" "You're so smart!" Without realizing

Clark lays the southern charm on thick when he's in caregiver mode. He uses a truly unreal amount of petnames, this man has not used the word "Bruce" in his life. He prefers punkin', sugar, sweet pea, angel, buddy, B, or even Brucie.

Brucie isn't just a nickname for Bruce's outer persona, it's actually the name his parents used to call him. The other adults in his life (mostly his parent's friends or colleagues) called him that too, so it feels comfortable for him while regressed. He prefers B or the countless petnames from Clark though, cause it makes him feel special.

I was saving this in my draft to add more headcanons, but since I posted it too early I guess I'll just have to make a part 2! Maybe next time with a guest appearance from Diana >:)c look out for it!

#agere #fandom agere #dc agere #batman agere #superman agere #headcanons #OH SHOOT I POSTED THIS TOO EARLY #I'll be adding to it lol #also i had to use that pic of Bruce because 1) cute and 2) it's the only one i could find where he doesn't look absolutely feral lmao #those comic artists just love to make this man look as unhinged as possible

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Left Behind - Chapter 10 - Atlantis

Gif was made by @abimess aka wifey

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Series Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader || platonic bucky barnes x reader, mentor!natastha romanoff and mentor!steve rogers, bruce banner x reader (friendship), pietro maximoff x reader (friendship).

Words: 3.445K

A/N> I should warn you for the angst in this one i think. Please don't hate the ending of this or the fic. Good reading you all. Also, listen to "Atlantis" by Seafret, i chose the name based on that song.

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Chapter 10 - Atlantis

You ignore the insinuating look Pietro gives you when he sees you leaving Wanda's room in the morning.

"Not a word." You warn threateningly as he raises his arms in surrender, holding back his laughter.

You turn and go back to your room, trying not to smile like an idiot as you prepare for the mission, and failing miserably.

You try not to think about last night, or the morning after, but the feel of Wanda's lips on your skin is all that comes to mind for the next few hours.

Even during breakfast, where after she stole a kiss on your cheek in the hallway before you guys joined the Avengers, and sat beside you at the table while Steve went over some details to everyone, all you could think about was the last night. In Wanda's taste, her hands inside…

"Stop it." She warns softly at your side. Lower enough so only you can hear, and not to get in the way of the captain's speech. You blink in confusion, and then you understand. Feeling your face heat up, you look at her with a mixture of surprise and indignation.

"You can...?"

"Yes, now eat in silence please." She interrupts in the same tone, equally embarrassed as she keeps her gaze on the plate in front of her.

"Wanda?" You try next. And she mutters under her breath, and then she realizes. She rolls her eyes, and goes back to eating. You smile. "I can't believe you didn't tell me you could hear thoughts."

"It was kind of obvious don't you think?" She retorts mentally. "My whole thing is mind control."

"Your whole thing is to be the love of my life." You tease and she chokes lightly on her coffee, making you hold back a laugh as you gently touch her back. She says she's fine softly, and Steve, who had given her a worried look, goes back to talking about planning for the defenses in Sokovia.

"When this is over, I want to try a few things." You mentally tell her and Wanda looks at you quickly before turning her attention back to Steve. You imitate the movement.

"We'll leave as soon as you finish eating." Steve says already getting up. You suddenly feel anxious.

Wanda notices the way your body has tensed, and looks at you immediately.

"Hey, everything okay?" she asks tenderly. You give her a weak smile, placing your hand on her thigh. Wanda puts her hand on top of yours.

"I'm nervous."

"Me too." She confesses. "But we'll be fine. I got you."

"And I got you."

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As soon as you join the jet with the rest of the Avengers, you could already feel the control serum starting to wear off.

Sighing a little, you don't even have to ask to have Wanda's hand in yours. Her eyes and fingers glow red for a moment as she helps you, before returning to normal. You mumble a thanks, resting your back against the jet's wall.

"Remember what we trained, Avengers." Announces Steve upon entering. "Removing the civilians is the support team's priority, while Clint searches for Natasha. The strike team must deal with Ultron's guards."

"Yes, captain." The team says in understanding, and then the jet is leaving.

It takes ten minutes for Pietro to start teasing you.

"I hear we had a girls night yesterday." Commented the boy out loud, attracting the attention of Bruce and Bucky, who were standing next to you. Wanda glared at her brother.

"Pietro..."

"What is it, sestra? I’m just saying.”He joked. You wondered if you could throw him off the jet from that high. "I heard that this type of activity is a great stress reliever."

You felt your face heat up, and you sank into your seat. In the next second, the rest of the team understood. Clint whistled loudly, and Tony laughed. Bruce blushed and pretended to pay attention to his boots while Bucky giggled at Steve's embarrassed expression.

"Forgive me, I'm not following the reason for the humor in this conversation." Vision commented then.

"Don’t you dare." Wanda warned when he saw Pietro raise his hand to tell Vis what was being said, and the boy laughed before ducking.

Vision watched the interaction with confusion, but it was Tony who threw his arm around him.

"They had sex, champion." Tony announced, making you grunt in embarrassment. "I can't wait for Nat to know, she owes me fifteen bucks”.

“What?” Wanda asks, confused.

"Ah, it's just that before you arrived, the golden eyes there were always talking about you." Tony counts with irony. "How much she loved and missed a certain little witch and her inconvenient brother. So we made a bet that you two would work it out. I said it would happen before you went back to Sokovia, but Natasha thought Y/N was slower and would just work it out after we’re done with Ultron."

"Thanks for the faith, Tony." You mumble awkwardly, adjusting your posture. "Now if you don't mind, can you stop talking about my life?"

The team laughs but the comments about you and Wanda stops. Until you reach Sokovia, you spend your time playing with Wanda fingers as you both lay against each other's shoulders while listening to whenever small talk the Avengers build up.

Things get tense once you reach the country.

Steve signals that you arrive and starts moving around to get read for the jet to land.

You only let go of Wanda’s hand to put your suit on and once you’re done, she’s right in front of you, smiling tenderly as she puts a jacket on.

“Are you good?” She asks.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah.” She aswerns as she moves forward to kiss you firmly on the mouth. It relaxes your body completely, and you keep your hands on top of hers that are on your face until you break the kiss.

You wish you could care about the teasing looks the team cast to you too, but all you see is Wanda.

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You sat down quickly on the ground, your body against a wall, while trying to get your breathing back to normal.

Wanda was using her powers to get civilians out of their homes, and well, it took some of her magical attention away from you.

It didn't take long for you to be able to detect all the biological life around you again, meters and meters away, quickly feeling overwhelmed.

"How are we?" Steve asked over the communicator, probably already advancing with the rest of the team towards the former Hydra base. You looked up at the sky to get a quick glimpse of Tony flying in his suit before he vanished away.

"All right around here, Captain." Clint responded first followed by the rest of the team.

Your hesitation made Steve specifically call you, but before you could say anything, Wanda was kneeling beside you, one hand on your shoulder and the other on her communicator.

"We are good." She responded before turning her attention to you completely. You felt her magic envelop you quickly, your body relaxing. "How do you feel, dear?"

"Better now." You respond with a smile. "Thanks."

As she helped you to your feet, you noticed her worried expression, and placed a hand on her cheek.

"I'm fine Wanda, I promise."

"Just don't push too far, okay?" She asks. "You can go back to the jet whenever you want."

"I'll be okay, Wanda." You mumble. "Let's get this over with so we can go back to bed." You teases with a mischievous smile, stealing a kiss before walking away, giving her a wink before heading towards the rest of the civilians.

Ultron had better plans than this.

“We need to get everyone out of here immediately.” Tony told through the communicator. “A vibranium bomb. We don’t have time.”

“Working on it, iron boss.” You mock as you helped another family move out of their home. Just like, Pietro had already headed to police stations and hospitals to remove people from there. There was a large crowd of inhabitants heading out of town, but there were still many more.

Peace ended quickly.

Ultron activated the robot army, and they literally began to sprout from the ground.

"Bucky, we're going to need support here pal." Steve warned through the communicator while you were drawing your pistol to prevent one of the robots from advancing on you.

"On my way, cap." The soldier warned. "Just don't tell my therapist."

You and the team laughed lightly as you fought. The whole thing getting bigger and bigger every minute.

Wanda covered for you while you guided people out, but it was becoming untenable.

So, as soon as she tore apart the small group of Ultron’s army that was surrounding you two, you called her.

"You can't keep babysitting me , this is getting too bad." You warned, your voice almost muffled by the length of the fight. The robots flying above you, and Thor and Vision facing them in the sky.

"I won't leave you." She insisted seriously and you swallowed hard.

"Wanda..."

“End of discussion.”

“You are cute and all, it's just that we have a situation here. Mind getting back into the fight?" Natasha's voice interrupted the moment over the radio, sounding amused and teasing. You sighed with relief when you realized she was okay, and you exchanged one last look with Wanda before going back to fighting. “By the way, Tony said I lost the bet.”

“Please don’t bring this back.” You ask Natasha, that just laughs before hanging off, not without teasing you about being proud of you for making a move.

The ground shook beneath your feet, making it difficult for you to keep your balance.

"Guys, what's going on?" You asked through the communicator.

Sokovia is going for a ride.

Friday tells the whole team. You gasp in surprise, looking around.

The ground is breaking apart, and the city is rising into the air. You don't need your powers to know that not all buildings are empty. The debris will end up hurting someone.

And even with all that, the advances of Ultron's army get even worse.

You barely have time to duck before Wanda rips apart a robot that attacked you.

Clint catches up with you two the next second.

"We need to regroup, Tony needs us back there." He warns you. You frown.

"Not a chance, there are civilians all over the place." You say, moving quickly to fire at the machines that have appeared behind you.

"Well, we need the offensive back at the church." He counters. "That's where the bomb is."

"You two go then." You say when you finish shooting. Wanda, who has just destroyed three machines at once, turns to you in indignation.

"No."

But you don't look at her, you look at the blue flash figure approaching.

“Hey Peete, do you mind?” You shouted to him as he stopped next to you two. He nods at you before picking Wanda up, who has no time to complain. He teases Clint "Keep up, old man." before disappearing at high speed, making you laugh.

Clint looks at you.

“Are you sure?”

"It's my job to protect them.”

“The Maximoff or the civilians?” He mocks, making you roll your eyes.

“Go, Barton.”

It doesn't take long for your biological detection to come back.

You think you're going to pass out. But you take a deep breath, and stumble among cars and wrecking machines.

Calm down. You remember Wanda's soft voice in the glass room. The feel of her fingers on your skin. Calm down, I'm here. You can do this.

"I can do this." You mutter to yourself, trying to keep your balance.

You find a horde around the corner, almost close enough to a group of civilians coming out of the municipal hospital.

Ignoring the feeling of being overwhelmed at being able to feel the fear and despair of those people, you advance with the pistol in your hand.

The machines were destroyed, but not by you.

"You took your time, Barnes." You tease with a wry smile, rushing to help the civilians, feeling their superficial wounds before helping them. Bucky smiles and shrugs, a rifle in his hand as he gives you cover to help the population.

"Two minutes out here and I'm already missing my retirement." He comments as he fires, making you laugh, a bit breathless due your powers. Bucky notices right the way. "Are you all right?"

"I'm just considering retiring too after here." You retort by standing up again, helping the little girl who had bruises on her forehead to join the rest of the family. She smiles in thanks, but you're already walking away again, your head pounding from how many people you can feel at once.

You stumble around the rubble to the front of the municipal hospital. Ignoring the memories you have of the whole neighborhood, you try to focus on some group.

"Y/N, I think there are kids coming out of that corner!" Bucky unnecessarily warns you because you've already felt them.

You recognize Church clothes that the adults leading the group wear. They are coming from the Orphanage where you grew up.

You run to catch up to them, and it's the first time you've really noticed Ultron's cruelty. It's a horde that arises, and they notice you right away. The machine in front follows your gaze to the small group, and it has a chance to shoot only you, but it turns its mechanical hand, and aims directly at the kids.

You widen your eyes, feeling your heart race.

"NO!"

Something explodes in your chest. Everything turns golden before returning to normal color. You can’t see the golden wave that reaches the group because there’s a pain in the back of your head that makes you close your eyes tightly.

The robot fired, but if it weren't for the gunshot marks on the robes, no one would know as none of the civilians had any injury. The kids were wide-eyed, and you fell to your knees.

Bucky shot the machines before looking at you in amazement.

"How did you do that? They were practically a street away." He asked in shock, watching the nuns guide the kids to cover quickly, just as in shock as he was. Your lack of response alarmed him and he turned to face you quickly, touching your shoulder. "Y/N, you're bleeding..."

"I know." You grunt weakly, taking a deep breath as you lean on Bucky to get up. "Let 's keep going."

You wiped the blood running from your nose with your hand, but ignored the wet sensation in your ears. Bucky hesitated.

"No, you're not okay." He insisted. "Let's go back..."

"Let go of me, Bucky." You exclaimed angrily, pulling his hands away. "I heal, don't I? I'll be fine. Let's keep going."

"Y/N..."

But you are already walking. You can feel all the injured, and you need to keep going.

You help at least two more groups to shelter, until you're resting your hands on your knees and trying to stay on your foot.

You see your blood dripping to the ground, and you hear Bucky's footsteps approaching, so you wipe your face quickly while disguising the way your head is spinning.

"This isn't working Y/N." He says as he looks around at the wreckage. "These things seem to grow out of the ground, and there's no end to them. The city is too high right now and these people have nowhere to go."

You were going to agree with him, but something in the sky caught your eye.

"I think that's their ride." You say while pointing straight ahead.

It's a gigantic ship, flowing alongside the city. You and Bucky exchange a look, before he uses the communicator to confirm that this was a good thing.

With Shield providing shelter for civilians, you started running to help evacuate people from the floating capital of Sokovia.

Your head was spinning, and your feet were about to give up, but you forced yourself to continue.

Your body is shaking when you turn to help a boy who cut his leg.

"Ty angel, devochka? (are you an angel, lady?)" He asks, scared when you heal him and you give a weak laugh.

"Net, ya Avenger. (no, I’m an Avenger.)"

The wound isn't that big, but it's enough to rob the air of your lungs. Bucky guides the boy with the rest of the group back to the ship, and you can barely stand, your stomach turning.

You force yourself to get up. Just a bit longer.

Lifting your hand to your ear, you call out to Wanda while leaning on the car beside you so you don't fall to the ground.

"Wands?" You say wait for her to respond. She sounds worried when she says your name, but you just sigh. "Babe, when this is over, I'm taking you out on a date. Like the cliches we've never done before, okay?"

"Why are you talking like this?" She asked, scared. You can hear the background noises, the way she was probably keeping the bomb safe but facing Ultron's army. "Where are you?"

"I think we should try Disneyland too. Americans seem to love that." You continue as you begin to walk again. One hand on the tech inside your ear and the other in the wound in your belly, formed while you faced the last horde of robots, not healing anymore. "You would like a candlelight date with wine and music, wouldn’t you?"

"Please tell me where you are, I'll come to you." She begs through the radio and you smile before hanging up.

You saw Clint run further to the town.

You take a deep breath, rushing to catch up. You also see the jet Ultron stole rounding the city towards them, the rifles outside ready to aim.

That's why Clint ran there, to save one of the civilians left behind, you notice as you see the little boy on your friend's arm.

You try to do what you did before. Project your healing magic to them to keep them protected, but as you lift your hands to do that, all you feel is a sharp twinge in the middle of your chest and you almost fall to the ground.

Fine, I'll heal them myself. You think impatiently as you ignore your own limit and run.

You are almost there. But so is Ultron. If you stay up front, you think you can protect Clint and the civilian, you'd heal later, no problem.

“I’m gonna win.”

You widen your eyes in surprise when Pietro whispers in your ear, disappearing in his speed the next moment.

No. Don't do this.

You feel the shots before you hear them. You feel it through Pietro's body, who stepped forward to protect Clint.

You throw yourself forward, desperate.

You reach Pietro the second his heart stops beating.

"Piete?" You call to him as he falls into your lap. You can feel the air disappearing from his lungs, life fading away "Hey buddy, don't do that. Pietro! Please..."

You bury your face in his chest, trying to hear something. Anything. You press your hands against his chest next, then his face.

"Don't die on me, Pietro." You beg with a sob. You force your magic in despair. No matter how much it hurts, Pietro cannot die. He just can't.

You can only remember the skinny little boy running with you in your childhood. Laughing with you on the roof. Teaching you to fight.

Your tears mix up with your blood.

"Captain, we have a problem." Clint announces at your side.

No.

I'm not giving up.

You grunt in pain as you press your hands hard on Pietro's chest, your veins popping with a golden light. You're not dying on me.

Something starts to pulse in your head. Loud enough to completely disorient you. Your eyes are heavy, and you choke on your own blood coming out of your mouth.

You smile because you can feel the air returning to your friend's lungs at the same rate as it leaves yours.

When Pietro breathes again, your eyes close.

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Even the Losers

Chapter 18

Chapter 1 Chapter 17

Mari waved up at Nightwing before turning toward the café. He grinned and waved back. No sense of embarrassment at getting caught like Red Robin had the day before. She didn’t know enough about him to know if it was because he wasn’t hiding, Red Robin had given him a warning that she knew someone would be there, or because he had no sense of embarrassment, or most likely, a combination of all of those.

Adrien looked up and grinned too. “What time did he take over?”

Marinette shrugged and cut through the café’s outdoor seating. “Later than yesterday. When did Dick leave? It was some time after that.”

Adrien looked at him for a moment and shook his head. He looked back at Marinette before the memory of sleep deprived Marinette hit him. He grimaced. It was hit or miss whether she would be funny, emotional, or a danger to herself. If Batman was the same… “I really hope Batman doesn’t have a day job because with all the all-nighters he’s pulling, he would have to be a zombie at work.”

Marinette giggled at the idea. “Can you imagine Batman with a day job? What do you think he does? Like, could you imagine him as a kindergarten teacher?” Marinette’s giggles grew into full blown laughter. She finally was able to gasp out, “Batman complimenting some little kid’s rainbow and assuring them that making the entire rainbow the same color was extremely creative and beautiful. Or trying to guess what animal they drew.”

Adrien laughed and patted her arm to get her to stop. “Wait, wait. Batman crouching next to a toddler and explaining for the eighth time in the last three minutes that Pete the Cat is in fact a cat, not a dog before patting them on the head and walking away to scream into a nap mat.”

Marinette Laughed hard enough she almost missed the door handle. She jumped when Adrien suddenly grabbed her arm. She turned to him wide eyed but she immediately relaxed. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. “No, no, no. A PA to some… NO, to M. Wayne! Batman as M. Wayne’s PA. Oh my God, can you imagine?”

Marinette giggled and shook her head at him, pushing through the door. Well, that would certainly explain why the bats seemed so close to the Waynes. She spotted Duke and waved. He jumped up and waved them over. “Hey, Duke. I hope you don’t mind that I brought Adrien.”

“Not at all,” Duke gave them both a hug. He looked toward the bathroom with a smile. “Good to see you again, man. I hope you don’t mind that Cass and I both brought someones too.” Cass and Stephanie were walking toward them with a red headed woman in a wheelchair. Duke leaned toward them and lowered his voice so the women approaching couldn’t hear him. “Brought is a really liberal term for what happened. I am so sorry. I knew we shouldn’t have mentioned meeting with you in front of Stephanie.”

“Hey Cass,” Marinette called out. She and Adrien waved at her. “Good to see you again, Stephanie.”

Cass waved back and nodded with a wide smile. “Marinette!” Stephanie chirped. “I’d say what a coincidence we ran into you guys here…”

“But that would be a lie,” Barbara finished for her. “Hi,” she held out her hand for them, “I’m Barbara.”

Marinette smiled and stepped forward to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Well yeah we crashed,” Stephanie rolled her eyes and dropped into a seat across from Marinette. She sent a playful glare toward Duke. “You guys have been keeping her all to yourselves all week. It’s our turn to hang out with her again. Not to mention I wanted to catch up with the woman who fed the Riddler’s own balls to him for everyone to see.”

“And we wanted to see how you’re doing after it,” Barbara added with a chastising look to Stephanie. She turned to side eye Duke. “We tried to check with the boys but they were less than helpful.”

Marinette shrugged and leaned back slightly, not enough for anyone else in the café to notice but everyone else at the table picked up on it. “I’m fine. It wasn’t bad. More embarrassed he caught me in the first place.”

Stephanie waved her off. “Please,” she scoffed. “He had to knock out like an entire block just to get you. That’s better than some of the bats.”

“Well, you look like you’re healing well,” Barbara nodded with a supportive smile.

Marinette smiled as naturally as she could and tried to control how much she was shifting in her seat. She really, really hated talking about the whole thing with not only people who didn’t know she had been a superhero, but with the Waynes after that dinner, so that was two strikes against discussing this right now.

She’d been able to joke about it and moan about how contrived the whole setup with Alya and Nino. They’d laughed all night about the audacity. Not only had he thought he could stump her with a question about Chat Noir, he thought he would win against her in a game that relied on luck or rather bad luck not striking. It was almost enough to make her forget the way the dinner had ended. It was exactly what she had needed. But she couldn’t do that here.

“Yeah,” she chuckled anxiously. “My cheek seems to be doing well. I’m hoping I can cover it with makeup by next week.”

“How’s your shoulder?” Duke asked motioning toward the shoulder she’d rammed into the doorframe when she was running away.

Marinette blinked at him a few times before she quirked her head to the side, her face scrunching in confusion. “How did you know about that?”

She could see the rest of the table tense up, Adrien included but for the same reason as her, confusion on how he’d known. She had no idea why the rest were tensing up. Duke chuckled awkwardly, sending looks over to the women at the table. “He’s covering for me,” Barbara finally spoke up.

“Why is… what is he covering up for?” Marinette asked cautiously.

“My father is the police commissioner,” she said quietly. “I may have snuck a look at the police report… slightly illegally… and read about your injuries.”

Marinette shook her head. “But, I didn’t tell them about that.”

“No,” Barbara acknowledged, “but Signal did.”

Marinette nodded, trying to process that information. “Huh,” was all she managed to eke out. Her mind raced trying to figure out what to say next. She was saved from trying to figure out how to move the conversation along by the waiter. The topic seemed to fade away naturally as everyone put in their order.

As soon as the waiter left, Duke clapped his hands with a bright smile. “So, Steph, you said again. I take it you guys have met before?”

“At the gala,” Adrien nodded. “Only briefly though. We,” he motioned between him and Stephanie, “spoke for a little bit, but Marinette only spoke with her for a few seconds.”

Stephanie grimaced at the reminder. “Yeah… not exactly the ideal meeting.”

Marinette waved her off. “Not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” She sent her a sincere smile.

“No,” Stephanie agreed. “It’s Bruce’s.”

Cass pulled out a credit card with a wicked grin. “On Bruce.”

Barbara nodded. “Exactly. Therefore, this lunch is on Bruce. Maybe we should go shopping after this too?” She raised an eyebrow at Marinette.

Marinette giggled and shook her head. “No, thank you. That’s okay. I’m good.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up. She leaned closer to Marinette like she was sharing a secret. “Speaking of the gala, how did you get tickets to the gala anyway? We never figured it out.” Barbara groaned lightly and smacked her on the shoulder. They had just changed the subject. Marinette probably did not want to talk about the gala, where they raved about their family and the newest member, which was not her and did not did not include her.

Instead of freezing up or withdrawing, like Barbara worried she would, Marinette started laughing. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth. She leaned closer to them over the table and lowered her voice. “I pimped out my friend,” she confided with a smirk.

The rest of the table froze until Adrien groaned and Stephanie and Duke started laughing loud enough to draw disapproving looks from neighboring tables. Cass raised an eyebrow, but her lips were quirked up in amusement. “Say that again,” Barbara prompted.

Marinette shrugged and took a sip of her drink. “I don’t know if it counts as pimping if he did it willingly. He was willing to do it for Max.”

“Oh my God, Marinette.” Adrien ran his hand over his face in exasperation.

“What exactly was he willing to do?” Barbara’s voice was now less amused and more wary.

“That was the worst possible way to say it,” Adrien groaned.

“You know, maybe I don’t want to know the answer to that…” Barbara hedged. She leaned away from Marinette cautiously.

Marinette laughed at Adrien’s frustration and bumped his shoulder with hers. “I offered up a date with Luka Coffaine to Audrey Bourgeois’ PA in exchange for the tickets she turned down,” she explained.

There was absolute silence for a few seconds until Stephanie broke the silence. “You know Luka Coffaine?” she yelled.

Everyone in the café turned slowly to look at them. Marinette’s eyes widened and looked around at them. She gave them an awkward smile and a wave before turning back to the table. Before she could chastise Stephanie, Cass was already on top of it. She pointed sternly around the restaurant and back at Stephanie. Stephanie nodded guiltily. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” She turned back to Marinette excitedly. “I just…” she lowered her voice and leaned closer to Marinette. “You know Luka Coffaine?”

Marinette rolled her eyes at her excitement. It was always so bizarre to see people’s reaction to Luka. It was Luka. Just Luka. Calm, reserved, laidback Luka. The hysteria around his name just never seemed to fit. “Yeah, I mean, we dated for a while so… yeah.”

“You dated Luka Coffaine!” Stephanie yelled again, receiving glares from everyone at the table. Marinette shrunk down in her chair and gave a strained, apologetic smile to the rest of the café. Cass slapped Stephanie’s shoulder and shook her head. Stephanie waved her off and focused back on Marinette. “Yeah, yeah. Discretion. Whatever. She dated Luka freaking Coffaine,” Stephanie insisted, motioning to Marinette.

“You dated Tim Drake,” Duke pointed out.

Stephanie snorted. “That’s just Tim. He’s just a big dork. She dated…”

“Yeah we got it,” Barbara cut her off.

“Really, so is Luka,” Adrien shrugged. “Probably more so, just about music.” Marinette cocked her head to the side in thought for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. He really was.

“Holy shit. Did he introduce you to his dad?” Stephanie was bouncing in her seat at the idea and the potential for an inside scoop on Jagged Stone.

“No,” Marinette answered. She smiled internally at the way all their faces, except for Adrien’s fell, just a bit, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to hide their disappointment. “I already knew him.”

“You know Jagged Stone?” Stephanie yelled. Marinette cringed as she sent the other patrons another apologetic smile.

Duke leaned over closer to her so he could whisper in her ear, though his voice intentionally carried across the table. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this anymore.”

“No!” Stephanie screeched, before catching what she did and settling down, a mask of composure settling on her face. “I’m fine now. I just needed to get that out. I’m calm.” She stared at them for a few seconds before almost lunging across the table. Adrien deftly moved his and Marinette’s drinks before she knocked them over in her zeal. “Please tell me more.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she started laughing. “You realize you’re basically a daughter to the richest man in the world. If you wanted to meet Jagged Stone, you could.”

Cass shook her head. “Different.”

Barbara nodded. “She’s right it is different. You dated his son. That’s a different type of knowing someone.”

“So you met Luka through Jagged?” Stephanie pressed.

Marinette suddenly looked uncomfortable. She was not really excited to talk about their family dynamic and secrets. It was a little too close to her own and she really, really wanted to move past that, not dwell on it more. “No… I met Luka through my friend Juleka, his sister. We went to school together for ages. They’re both some of my best friends.”

“And she introduced you to Jagged?” Duke asked curiously. He could tell something was off about this based on the way Marinette responded, but he wasn’t sure what.

“No… um…” she stuttered. “I met Jagged through a school project. Designed some sunglasses for him and we’ve been close ever since.” Adrien grabbed her hand and squeezed it under the table

Stephanie looked between the two of them and plastered on a bright smile. “So what I’m hearing is you can hook us up with some tickets next time he comes into town.”

Marinette laughed lightly. “Either one of us could, yes.”

“Or for Clara Nightengale,” Adrien added in. “She loves Marinette, too. She wanted her in one of her videos.”

“She wanted you in it too,” Marinette reminded him.

“No,” he corrected her, “Gabriel got me into it. She just had to deal with it. She didn’t choose me. She chose you. She worked to get you in the video.”

Marinette opened her mouth to refute that but snapped it shut quickly as the words resonated in her head. She meant more because Clara chose her. He was thrust on Clara. But it didn’t mean he was unwanted. She looked down at her food and took a bite, trying to cover her sudden inability to breathe. Trying to give herself time to process. She needed to pack that away for later when she could properly unpack that statement, deconstruct it, and then finally reconstruct it in some skewed, perverted version of the original situation.

Adrien immediately froze seeing her reaction. He opened his mouth to say something but Marinette squeezed his hand under the table before he could, a silent message they could talk about it later, when they were alone, or at least not with an audience comprised of Waynes.

“So how did you meet Mons…” she stuttered. It felt strange to call him M. Wayne when everyone else at the table was calling him Bruce. Should she call him Bruce too? Like they did. Like Dick did? Or B, like Jason did? “…M. Wayne?” she finally settled on.

Duke grimaced. They had a cover story, but was he really going to give Bruce’s daughter the cover story? The truth involved Batman. But Bruce hadn’t told her about that part of their lives yet, and even if he had told her, he certainly hadn’t told Adrien. “It’s a long story…”

Marinette smiled encouragingly at him. “We have time.” She saw him falter and felt her own smile falter. She took note of the way the women had frozen up as well. God, what was she doing? M. Wayne had said how they met. Why was she bringing that up now? What was she thinking? Even if he was okay discussing that trauma, he probably didn’t want to open up about it with a stranger.

“You don’t have to tell me,” she assured him. “It’s… it’s fine.” She looked around desperately for something else to talk about, a change of topic to make the conversation not so awkward. “You graduate from school next year, right?” Duke blinked a few times before he let out a breath and nodded. She let out a breath as well when the rest of the table seemed to relax at her question. “Do you have plans for after you graduate? Are you going to take a gap year or go to university or get a job?”

“I haven’t really decided yet. Go to Gotham University, I guess,” he shrugged.

Marinette smiled disarmingly at him. “You don’t have to decide now. You have time.”

The waiter interrupted Marinette’s response with their food. They gave their thanks and started eating. “So what have you missed the most while you’ve been here?” Barbara asked.

“My parents’ cooking definitely,” Marinette grinned as she looked at her food. It didn’t look bad, but compared to her parents’ cooking… well not much compared. “And the atmosphere. Gotham is…” she looked around them as she thought of an unoffensive way to end that sentence.

“Dreary as Hell,” Stephanie finished for her. “Yeah, we know.”

“I swear you guys have more gargoyles than we do though, which is just strange to me,” Adrien added. “We were supposed to have the market cornered on gothic architecture.”

“Oh, you still do. We just took the most depressing, dismal, gloomy, nightmare inducing parts and ran with it,” Duke grinned. “But I would like to see Paris sometime. Go see the Eiffel Tower… and jump off it.”

Barbara, Stephanie, and Cass all groaned at him. Barbara gave him a stern look and pointed a warning finger in his face. “Not during the day.”

Duke laughed at her. “Well I’m not going to do it at night.”

“Do it at sunrise,” Marinette advised. “Less gendarmerie around then and if you angle it correctly, you get the most gorgeous view of the sunrise.”

“Bring sunglasses if you jump that way though. I didn’t and I saw spots for hours. Oh, and stretch first too,” Adrien added. “You’re going to have to parkour for quite a while to try to ditch the GN.”

The rest of the table stared at them, jaws dropped in shock. There was absolute silence at the table except for the sounds of Marinette sipping her drink and Adrien chewing his food. “You’ve…” Duke started almost too in awe to be able to finish the sentence. “You’ve jumped off the Eiffel Tower?”

Marinette nodded and motioned between the two of them. “Both of us have. Both during an akuma attack and not. Not was much preferable to during.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Stephanie asked slowly. She was like 90% positive it was but during akuma attacks, who knew what was legal anymore and Hell, maybe they had days where they gave exceptions. Stranger things have happened.

Marinette speared a bit of food and pointed it at her. “Only if you get caught.” She popped the food in her mouth with a triumphant grin.

Barbara blinked at her a few times and shook her head because dear God, there was another one. She was going to fit right in. No wonder she and Duke got along so well. Both creative, smart, kind, thrill seeking, dumbasses. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works,” she deadpanned.

Adrien shrugged and took a sip of his drink. “I don’t know. We didn’t get arrested, so I’m pretty sure it is.”

Duke and Stephanie started laughing hysterically. They looked over at Cass with raised eyebrows when they settled down. Cass stared intently at Marinette and Adrien for a few seconds, staring into them like she was reading their souls. Marinette and Adrien looked at each other with identical unsure looks and subconsciously leaned back at the same time, shuffling in their seats. Cass stared at them for just a few more seconds before she nodded.

“Holy shit,” Duke muttered in awe. “You were telling the truth.”

Marinette looked back over at Adrien for an explanation he clearly didn’t have, judging by the blank look on his face before looking back at Duke. “Uh… yeah?”

“What just happened?” Adrien asked tentatively.

“Sorry about that,” Barbara sent them a disarming smile. “Cass is kind of like a human lie detector. She is exceptionally good at telling if someone is lying. She just confirmed that you two were not.”

Marinette blinked at Barbara a few times before turning to Cass and blinking at her. “Huh… good to know,” she nodded slowly. Her eyes stayed on Cass but it was clear her mind was running a mile a minute behind them. After a few seconds she spoke up again. “Can you tell the lies people tell themselves too?”

Cass quirked her head to the side and studied Marinette for a moment and shook her head. “Have to know.”

Marinette nodded and silently took a bite of her food. “Well, that has to come in handy,” Adrien chirped. “Remind me to take you with me when I meet people.”

Marinette could feel eyes boring into her. She looked back over at Cass and raised a curious eyebrow at her. “Hero,” she finally said.

Marinette coughed for a second and looked back at her with her most convincing blank look. “I’m sorry. What?”

Cass nodded toward Marinette. “Eiffel Tower.”

Marinette chuckled disarmingly and shook her head. “You think I’m a lot more honorable than I am. You think it’s more likely that I was a hero than that I knowingly, intentionally, purposefully violated the law for fun.” She leaned closer to Cass with a smirk. “But I can assure you, I regularly did.”

The others at the table looked to Cass. She quirked her head to the side and gave a small smile before nodding. “Truth.” Cass pointed to herself. “Next time.”

Marinette grinned and nodded excitedly. “Absolutely.”

Duke cleared his throat. “And Duke,” Cass added.

Marinette chuckled. “Of course. We can make a New Kids Club event out of it.”

“And me!” Stephanie chirped.

Barbara sighed and turned to Adrien. “Dick said you had a job interview yesterday. How did it go?”

Marinette beamed at Adrien as he responded. Adrien’s face lit up. “It went well I think. I think I’d really enjoy working there! I met the department chair and other professors. It looks like a really supportive department and University, very research oriented.”

“Where is it?” Duke asked between bites.

“Metropolis,” Adrien answered, his fondness he’d already developed for the city bleeding into his tone.

“Oooh, Conner lives there. If you’re still deciding if you want to live there or if you need a tour guide, or recommendations on where to eat, he’d be more than happy to help,” Stephanie offered.

Marinette’s smile turned into a pointed smirk and Adrien groaned quietly. “Conner, did you say?”

Stephanie looked between them, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Yeah?”

“That wouldn’t happen to be Tim’s single friend would it?” Her eyes never left Adrien as she asked, her smirk somehow getting even sharper.

Adrien groaned even louder when he looked over and saw Cass’ smile matched Marinette’s and Duke and Stephanie both had devious, familiar looking glints in their eyes. This was clearly payback for all his attempts to set Marinette and Chloe up with different people. “Why yes, yes it is. How about that,” Duke grinned.

Cass pulled out her phone and moved her finger around the screen for a second then finally looked up with an innocent looking smile. Adrien groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “I’m not even in this family. Why am I being punished?”

Barbara laughed and popped a bit of food in her mouth. “That’s funny. You think just because there’s no paperwork, you haven’t been adopted already. I made that mistake at first too.”

Chapter 19

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: Hilde gets a little jealous after you hang out with Nat and Bruce.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (edging, fingering, f receiving oral sex, edging), jealous Val, cute alcohol fueled antics, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

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Hilde was glaring at you from across the table.

Bruce and Nat had decided to visit Tønsberg on a whim, and as happy she had been to see the big man, you had been flirting with Nat the entire time. Sure, she had lived a very interesting life, and you were always great at small talk, but you were laughing way too hard at her stories.

Now you were babbling with her in Russian, which Hilde didn’t even know you spoke, and she had to do her best to focus on what Bruce was trying to say to her.

“Hey, angry girl, you still with me?” He said, giving her a grin when she turned back to him.

“Yeah, big guy. I think it’s almost time to turn in though. How much vodka have the two of them had?”

“Yeah, c’mon Romanoff, we’ve gotta get up early.” He said with a shake of his head, drawing her to her feet as she whined and cursed at him in Russian.

“Ok, you too, Y/N.”

“Aww, du fikk det kjære.” Great, you were speaking Norwegian now. “Jeg elsker deg så mye.”

She sighed as she started to drag you out of the bar, your own legs not up to the task of carrying you. “Jeg elsker deg også, Y/N.”

You were giggling like an idiot as the two of you headed back to your little cabin, Hilde eventually losing patience and tossing you over her shoulder, making you let out a whoop. She jumped when you started slapping out a rhythm on her ass, singing a stupid song to yourself about it, still in Norwegian.

“No more vodka for you.” She huffed after she kicked your door open, dropping you onto the couch with a squeal.

“Du er ikke morsom.” You grumbled, blowing a raspberry at her as you struggled to take your sweater off.

“I’m loads of fun, but you, you’re too much.” She watched you try to extricate yourself from your sweater for about a minute before rolling her eyes and moving to help you. How you managed to get your head stuck in your sleeve was a mystery. “You enjoy flirting with that little redhead all night?”

“Ha, er du sjalu?” You were making grabby hands at her as you gave her a stupid, sloppy grin that devolved into a frown as you struggled with unbuttoning your jeans.

“Are... are you just gonna speak Norwegian the rest of the night then? Is that what you’re doing?” She started to unbutton her flannel as she watched you roll around as you tried to remove your jeans. “And I’m not jealous!”

You snorted at her as you finally managed to get out of your jeans. “Løgner.”

She caught you when you almost fell off the sofa as you tried to remove your bra, wrapping a hand around your arm. Her other hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so she could look into your eyes.

“How drunk are you?”

“Been worse.” You mumbled before nipping at the pad of her thumb.

“English, good.” She murmured, a smirk teasing her lips as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to yours. “Cause I want you to know exactly what I’m doing when I take you apart.”

“Oh, shit.” You moaned, gasping when she slid a hand down your torso until she could shove her fingers into your panties.

“Yeah, shit.” She purred in your ear, her fingers sliding easily through your slick coated folds. “Imagine how I must have felt watching you put your hands all over Nat, and let her put her hands all over you. You like acting like a little slut, baby?”

You whined as she slid two fingers inside you, digging your hands into the couch cushions as she stretched you open. Lewd squelches filled the tiny living room as she fucked you, sliding her digits in and out of you easily and curling them against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

She slid another finger into you and started brushing her thumb over your clit softly, grinning into your neck as you started whimpering. Your breath started to hitch and your pussy started clenching around her fingers as she brought you closer.

Suddenly her hand was gone, your orgasm receding as you let out a pathetic whine, huffing and turning to glare at her as she circled the couch. She just winked at you as she licked her fingers clean, moving to kneel in front of you and ignoring your pouting.

“Seems like you need a little reminder of whose pussy this is baby.” She started pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirmed with need.

Her fingers hooked under the sides of your panties and drew them off you in one swift motion before diving in. A shiver radiated from your core as she ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe, lashing kitten licks over your clit and holding your hips down so your couldn’t writhe against her face.

“So much better when you hold still baby.” She cooed, grinning as you mewled pathetically. “Tell me whose pussy this is baby.”

“Hilde!” The cry you let out was absolutely wanton, your breath coming in needy little pants as she took you apart.

“That’s right sweetheart, all fucking mine.”

Her tongue thrust into you without warning, curling against that sweet spot that made you almost pass out. You felt a coil forming in your abdomen, warmth spreading from your core fast as you held onto the couch for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Shit, oh god right there.” You were babbling like an idiot as you felt a wave of pleasure looming over you.

She felt you clench and grinned, sitting back on her heels and denying your orgasm again as you screamed with frustration. Her smile was wicked as she watched you sob, a sweaty, needy mess who was sagging into the couch.

“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you come.” She ran her fingers over her face slowly, cleaning your slick off her chin and sucking it into her mouth with a satisfied smirk.

“But I didn’t do anything!” You whined, kicking your feet like an angry toddler and squeezing your knees together to help relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs.

“I don’t care, say it anyway.” She sank next to you and nuzzled into your neck, tracing a trickle of sweat with her tongue and grinning as you whimpered. “C’mon baby, otherwise I’m just gonna edge you all night until you can’t even think.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” You rolled your head to pout at her and frowned when she gave you a wicked grin. “Fine, I’m sorry I flirted with Nat.”

“Oh, good girl.” She purred, wrenching your legs apart and shoving three fingers inside you with no preparation. “Now I’m gonna make you come fast, then I’m gonna sit on that pretty face until you pass out.”

Her palm ground against your clit and you wailed, your entire body vibrating around her fingers and your release soaking her up to the elbow as you came violently. You yelped when she scooped you up and flung you over her shoulder with a wicked grin, singing her own little song about how she was going to absolutely ruin you as she carried you to the bedroom.

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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Rock Band

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: None, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Not too sure how I feel about this one, but it’s Wanda so hopefully you guys enjoy it (also I miss playing Rock Band)!!

“You ready for game night, Bird Boy?” Bucky winked.

“You bet, old man. I’m going to crush you, just you wait.” Sam smiled at Bucky with a glint in his eye and mischief clear in his voice. “You guys coming?” Sam turned to look at you and your girlfriend. “The theme is Wii games. Even Thor is coming.” You looked at Wanda for confirmation before answering.

“Yeah, sounds fun. Don’t know if we have the same need for total domination as you losers, though.” Tony laughed from his position in the chair next to you.

“Just you wait, kiddo. You’ll get into it. They all do.”

“Even if I do, I doubt it’ll be that hard to take a bunch of grandpas down,” you winked at the men before scooping some salad into your mouth.

“Since when am I a grandpa?” Sam scoffed.

“Since you became old, which, according to my calculations, has been… oh, right, always. Grandpa in spirit.”

“Well this grandpa is going to beat your ass, so just prepare yourself,” Sam challenged.

“I personally would like to go back to the ‘losers’ thing,” Steve countered. “The only loser is going to be you. Do you even know what games we’re going to be playing, Y/N?”

“Nah, but I figure whatever it is I’ll win,” you smirked.

“Oh, someone’s feeling cocky today. I’d be scared if I were you.” You turned your head slightly to your right, noting how Wanda’s lips curled upwards at Steve’s warning. “Nat has yet to be defeated in Mario Kart, and I, for one, am pretty decent at Smash Bros.”

“You’re on,” you winked at him, the table beginning to clear out. “See you tonight.”

When everyone had left the table but you and Wanda, you turned to your girlfriend. “I suck at Mario Kart. And Smash Bros,” you whined, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “What got into me?” Wanda laughed and ran a hand down your arm.

“You’re too competitive for your own good, detka. If it makes you feel better, Nat already knows you’re bad at Mario Kart,” Wanda smiled, reflecting on the many game nights the three of you and Carol had had together over the years.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m going to be a loser,” you complained, your voice muffled.

“You’ll be fine, babe. You’re good at, um... What's that game called again?”

“Mario Party 8?”

“Yeah, that one!”

“I can’t win game night with one game, Wanda.”

“Well, you’re always a winner in my book,” your girlfriend reassured you as she played with your fingers.

“Cute, Wan,” you huffed. “Maybe there is a way I could be a winner…” you smiled. When Wanda began to shake her head furiously, you began to beg. “Please, baby, you don’t have to do a lot. Just distract them a little? Please? Pretty please?”

“As much as I love you, Y/N, there is no way I’m messing with their minds just so you can win a game night.”

“I guess you have a point,” you sighed, making sure the fake sadness was clear in your voice. Wanda only laughed, brushing your cheek with the back of her hand.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Besides, if you win, I can’t kiss away your pout.”

“But if I win, you can kiss me as a little ‘good job,’ you know?”

“You’re cute when you pout, though.”

“Am I not cute when I’m smiling from the pure joy of winning?”

“Weren’t you just saying you didn’t want ‘total domination’ less than five minutes ago?”

“Don’t change the subject,” you grumbled. Wanda chuckled, pressing her lips to your forehead.

“Sorry, printsessa. You’d better go practice if you want to try to win tonight.”

“I suppose,” you mumbled, pulling away from the witch. “You’re going to help me, though, right?” Your girlfriend pecked you on the lips, causing a smile to slowly form on your face.

“Of course.”

---

Later that night, you and Wanda were sprawled across your bed watching the first show that played when you turned on the TV. Your head laid in Wanda’s lap as Wanda traced invisible patterns in your hair and along your face.

“Okay, but why is ‘womb’ pronounced ‘woom’?” you spoke up. “Shouldn’t it be ‘wom’? You know, like ‘bomb’? Or what about ‘tomb’? Why is it pronounced like that? Who said that putting a ‘b’ at the end of the word makes the ‘o’ long for some words but not others?” Wanda brought her gaze down from the screen to your face, her brows furrowed and nose scrunched.

“What the heck even made you think of that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I’ve just been thinking.”

“Maybe you should be thinking a little less, printsessa,” Wanda giggled, drawing a swirl on your cheek with the tip of her finger.

“That tickles, Wan.” That didn’t stop the witch, who simply pinched your cheek before resuming her tracing. “But I thought you liked my thinking. I have some pretty good thoughts,” you defended yourself, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Like ‘what would happen if the French used the Statue of Liberty like the Trojan Horse?’” Wanda raised her eyebrows.

“It was a hypothetical!”

“A pretty bad one, if you ask me.”

“Well sorry, Miss Smartypants.”

“You can be smart too, dorogaya. You just… have your moments,” she winked at you.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, turning away from her so that you were facing the flashing screen, images playing across it but neither of you really sure—or caring—what was going on.

“You love me.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, I-”

“Guys, game night is starting,” Tony knocked at your door.

“Okay, we’ll be down in a second,” Wanda told him. You didn’t listen for if he had left, instead turning your gazes back to each other.

“Okay, maybe I do love you a little bit.” Wanda raised her brows, her finger now running along your lower lip.

“Only a little?”

“I might be able to be persuaded otherwise, but as of right now, yes, a little.” Wanda hummed before leaning down to join your lips.

“What about now?” she asked, her lips brushing yours as she spoke.

“I love you a medium bit.” She kissed you again, this time a little longer than the last.

“And now?”

“I love you a lot a bit,” you whispered. Wanda smiled, giving you one last kiss before sitting back up.

“I love you a lot a bit too. Now, let’s get down to the living room. I believe we have a bunch of ‘grandpas’ waiting for us.”

---

“Wanda, Y/N, I missed you. How has life been treating you on Earth?” Thor waved at the two of you. You guys had little time to wave back, let alone respond, before Tony spotted you.

“There they are,” Tony clapped his hands together. “We were just about to get started. First on the agenda is Smash Bros because this one,” he aggressively pointed in Steve’s direction, “said he needs to go to bed before 1. Party pooper.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Some of us just don’t want to destroy our entire sleep schedule in one night.” He turned away from Tony to face the two of you, holding out one controller. “We’ve got one spot left, who’s playing?”

---

More than three hours later, the clock read 11 PM and the group of you had made it through several games. As you expected, you hadn’t won anything, but Wanda held her own in Smash Bros and was actually close to beating Nat in Mario Kart at one point (that didn’t last long, but you were proud nonetheless). Thor beat you all at Mario and Sonic at the Olympic Games, but with all the jumping and yelling going on at the time, you weren’t sure the tower would hold up long enough for you guys to actually finish the game.

“Are you planning on winning any time soon, Y/N?” Nat winked at you from her spot on the couch, one leg resting above the couch and the other bent at the knee on a cushion.

“Oh, shut up,” you laughed. “You know that I suck at video games.” No one else could hear your conversation with the chaos going on over Cooking Mama. That’s right, Cooking Mama.

“I actually thought you were playing us the first couple game nights. And then I finally realized you were just that bad,” Natasha chuckled, quickly having to dodge the pillow you’d thrown in her direction.

“Would it kill you to sit normally for once?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “Yes, it would.”

“How’re you doing, babe? Not too upset yet?” Wanda joined you on the couch with a peck to your cheek.

“Doing just dandy, Wan. See, I can be a good sport.” The witch laughed.

“I’ll check back in with you in an hour.”

“Hey, ladies, we were going to play Rock Band. You guys interested?” Bucky held up the controllers.

“Who won Cooking Mama?” you asked, a smirk clearly written across your face. Bucky rolled his eyes before responding.

“Clint. Now are you guys joining, or what?”

“Mm, I think I’m going to grab a drink. I’ll enjoy the show for a little bit first,” you winked as you slowly rose from the couch.

“She’s only saying that because she doesn’t want to lose,” Sam scoffed. “Y/N’s just upset she can’t deliver on her promise to beat us all.”

“Just you wait for Mario Party 8, Sam. Just you wait.”

“We don’t have that game,” Bruce whispered to you apologetically. “We let Peter borrow it for the weekend. Sorry, Y/N.”

“Are you serious?” You threw your hands up.

“Coward,” Clint teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Oh, calm down, Clint. Rock Band doesn’t even have a winner,” Nat chastised.

“Yes, it does! Whoever gets the highest score wins.” The redhead simply rolled her eyes before winking at you.

“Alright, I’m in. Put me on guitar. You coming, Wan?” Natasha turned to her.

“I’m a bit exhausted from the last game. Soon, though,” the witch promised.

“You want anything, babe?”

“A water would be nice,” Wanda smiled at you. “Thank you, detka.”

“Of course.” You squeezed her hand before heading toward the kitchen.

“How come you didn’t ask any of us if we wanted anything?”

“Okay, Sam,” you turned, crossing your arms, “Do you guys want anything?” A chorus of “no’s” echoed through the room. You shook your head, letting out a puff of air before continuing into the kitchen and grabbing one water for you and your girlfriend.

After a small argument over the song choice, Sam, Bucky, Nat, and Tony were all jamming out to ‘Say It Ain’t So,’ and you couldn’t help but laugh from your position on the couch. Wanda’s left arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you close to her, not that you were complaining. You appreciated the body heat, and her, of course.

Sam did have a pretty decent voice, you had to admit. You didn’t think he’d get so into it, but it was quite entertaining.

Speaking of entertaining, it was extremely difficult to hold in a giggle every time you looked at Bucky. Not that he was bad at it—he was surprisingly very good—but it was obvious he’d spent hours playing this game. Eyes closed, head shaking frantically side to side, and cheeks rosy, one might’ve thought Bucky was actually playing at a concert. You were sure Bucky had his part memorized, which was quite a lot for a guy who was still complaining about all the “confusing, new technology nowadays.”

Nat couldn’t be farther from the opposite of the Winter Soldier. As one might expect, she was hitting every note, but from the look on her face, you had a harder time going up the stairs without tripping than she was having playing the game.

And Tony, well, you didn’t really know what to expect with him, but it certainly wasn’t this. For a guy with all the charisma in the world, you thought he would’ve been more… coordinated. He dropped a drumstick at least twice already, and he could never seem to hit the pedal when he had to use the sticks at the same time.

Unfortunately for you, the song quickly came to a close and a new distraction arose—you.

“Y/N, no avoiding it any longer. C’mon, get up here. Which one do you want to be?” You glanced reluctantly at Wanda before answering. If you wanted to play to win, your best bet was singing, but none of the Avengers, including Wanda, had heard you before, and you were in no rush to change that. At the same time, your girlfriend was right; you definitely had a competitive side to you, and seeing the looks on the guys’ faces when you won would be a glorious sight. But maybe it wasn’t all about winning, after all, Wanda had promised you a kiss…

“Put her on the mic,” Natasha smirked. She removed the strap of the toy guitar from her neck before handing it to Steve. Before you could protest, the microphone was shoved into your hands and someone pushed you towards the front of the room.

“Good luck, Y/N,” you barely heard Wanda call from behind you, more worried about what you were going to do.

“Okay, so, Steve and I will be on guitar and bass, Thor on drums, and Y/N on mic. We ready?” Bucky scanned the room for approval. When everyone except for you nodded, he went to choose a song.

“‘Wanted Dead or Alive?’ Really, Buck?” Steve shook his head.

“It’s a good song,” he shrugged, moving to his spot next to Steve. “Should we show them how it’s done?”

“Ha, funny of you to think you’ll win,” Thor boomed, rubbing the drum sticks together.

“Y/N? You’re awfully quiet.” Sam smirked.

“Oh, shut up, Big Bird. Let’s just get this over with.” The man held up his hands in surrender as he backed away from you slowly.

As the first few measures of the song passed, you made a decision. Screw what the rest of the Avengers thought, you were going for it. You took a deep breath as the words rolled across the screen.

“It’s all the same, only the names will change.” The second you started singing, you heard everyone else go quiet around you. Steve, Bucky, and Thor all stopped playing for a second, and you could practically feel everyone’s mouth drop as you forced your eyes to stay on the screen in front of you.

“Every day, it seems we’re wastin’ away.” Just keep going, you told yourself. As much as you wanted to shrivel up in a corner somewhere far, far away, you had already started this. Might as well finish it.

“Another place where the faces are so cold, I’d drive all night just to get back home.” A whistle erupted from behind you—it had to be Tony—and amongst the hooting and hollering, you smiled, relieved, as the rest of the Avengers seemed to snap back into it.

The rest of the guys got back into the groove, and at one point you weren’t even sure you could hear yourself over Thor’s rather enthusiastic drum playing. You had a hard time not laughing at Bucky when you were watching him earlier, but it was pretty much impossible to not laugh now when you were seeing him with Steve. They were definitely feeding off of each other’s energy, and, wow, was it a sight. You’d never seen them this… loose before. They’d definitely need a comb after this game.

Nevertheless, your teammates’ antics helped you fully relax into the song, and it was over before you knew it. On the last beat of the song, you heard a loud crack and whirled around just in time to dodge part of a drumstick coming straight for your face.

“Thor, what the heck are you doing, man?” The god laughed sheepishly.

“Are you trying to kill my girlfriend?” You glanced over at Wanda, who looked ready to grab Thor around the neck. One stern look from you made her hesitate, but the anger remained obvious in her eyes.

“I guess I got a little caught up in the game. In my defense, your human toys are way too fragile.” After one harsh glare from Wanda, the god swallowed and added, “I apologize, Y/N.”

“Dude, how the heck are we supposed to keep playing with a broken drumstick?” Clint inspected the broken piece, which was at least the size of his palm, passing it from hand to hand.

“Ah, forget it. We can just switch to a different game. Y/N’s would’ve won the rest of the rounds anyway,” Bruce shrugged as he pointed at the screen.

The rest of the Avengers followed his finger, and sure enough, you had finished with a perfect score.

“Okay, Y/N, I’ll give it to you. That was good. How come you never told any of us you could sing?” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Nobody asked me.” You shrugged before handing the microphone to Bruce, allowing the conversation to return to what to do about the broken drumstick and returning to your seat next to Wanda. “Babe, I defeated the grandpas,” you whispered before pushing your face into the crook of her neck. More relaxed now that you were safe next to her, she chuckled, grabbing your hand.

“You did. I thought you would’ve been more excited about it?”

“I’m very happy about it,” you murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she smiled, squeezing your thigh. You whined, prompting your girlfriend to laugh softly and kiss the top of your forehead. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you sing more often. You’re a good singer, malyshka.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“Wow, Wanda, you didn’t even know your girlfriend could sing?” Clint teased. With the conversation back on you, you pushed yourself further into Wanda’s body. She reassured you by tracing small circles at the top of your knee.

“Obviously none of you knew about it either.”

“I did,” Natasha smirked, causing you to look up at her in shock. “I heard you singing in the shower the other day when I went to drop off the sweatshirt you left in my room.” You threw your head back in laughter before chucking a pillow in her direction, which she easily caught.

“You suck. You put me on singing on purpose!”

“You wanted to win, didn’t you?” your best friend shrugged, clearly not feeling bad for what she had done.

“Okay, okay, can we get back to game night now?” Sam whined. “Sure, Y/N can sing. But can she dance?” Everyone groaned playfully as Sam pulled out a copy of Just Dance. “Natasha, you’re not allowed to play,” he quickly added. The redhead crossed her arms, a smile on her face.

“Fine with me. Go get ‘em, Y/N.” You grinned. Giving Wanda a peck on the cheek, you stood from the couch yet again and rolled up your sleeves. This was going to be a long night.

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elius-learns-to-write · 3 years

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If We Had 5 More Minutes

Hey Besties, I just want to say that there will be talk of death, grief and a brief mention of alcohol being used to cope and as always me not proofreading. Anyway, this kind of sucks but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Hold on besties! I’m so proud of all of you

A mission goes wrong and you die. How would they react? Let’s find out

The mission was supposed to be a quick one

Get in, take what you needed and get out

But it wasn’t

Before you even got there the vibe on the jet was weird

Bucky and A few others claiming they had a bad feeling about the mission

“All I’m saying is we should be extra careful, I have been doing this long enough to be able to tell when somethings wrong” Bucky said to Steve obviously frustrated with the way the Captain wasn’t listening. “Buck you just need to take a breath, if you aren’t ready and can’t put your superstitions to one side then I will take you off of this mission and leave you in the jet” the blond replied using his captain voice. You were watching this all from your seat knowing that it was best not to get involved and get so emotional before a mission. You did have to admit that something felt strange but you had put it down to the adrenaline pumping through your veins as it always did before a mission. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, we’re a team remember. We go in together and come out together no matter how we are feeling” you said trying to lighten the mood. Whether it lightened the mood or not the men decided to drop the subject and carry on the prep.

If only

When you all made your way to the designated start point the air was still filled with something you couldn’t decipher, whatever it was you could cut it with a knife it was so prominent

Still you and the rest of the team got ready for Caps orders

“Ready guys?” Steve's’ voice crackled over the comms

“What? Ready to kick some bad guys ass? When are we not” Tony joked. He always had a joke to make or a way to lighten the mood “Hell yeah Stark” you giggled. “Alright, on my count” Steve said, you could tell even just by his voice that he was smiling “1. 2. 3. GO GO GO”

And with that you were off like a flash.

Zooming straight to the North Corner with Sam just like you were told

It all went wrong so quickly that if someone were to ask you what happened you wouldn’t know where to start

There were more guards than you had previously anticipated meaning you all had to work twice as hard to try and find the USB with the information on

“Uhhhh Steve, we might need some help up here” Sam called through the comms as he fought off 2 agents at once. Mean while you were struggling to hold off 3. Left hook. Duck. Kick. Slash. Slash. Right hook. Just as you had been trained to do, whether it was the fact there was 3 of them or the fact that they were practically a wall of muscle, you were finding it hard to dodge their attacks. You already had a black eye, a slash on your arm and at least a fractured or bruised rib. “Steve Hurry up, unlike you I don’t think I can do this all day” you joked trying Tony’s tactic to pretend you didn’t feel like there was an elephant pressing on your chest.

Steve got there shortly after

Having taken down all the agents on his side

However 1 shield and 4 more agents with guns wasn’t exactly the most reassuring situation

Bang. A scream.Falling to the ground, a scream tore from your throat. When had the guy aimed at you? Why did it feel like you were falling in slow motion? Your body hit the floor with a thud “Y/N’S DOWN GET OUT TO THE JET NOW” you could here Caps voice but it sounded like you were underwater. As you drifted in and out of consciousness you could feel your body being lifted up by a pair of arms and carried out of the building. Opening your eyes all you could here was the dull sound of cried from your team mates “it’s going to be okay” you coughed, blood spilling out your mouth. That wasn't a good sign. “We’re a team remember?” you said, smiling as best you could as your black dots started to cloud your vision. “Don’t you dare die on us doll!” Bucky choked from somewhere on the jet, “Bucky's right, we’re a team just like you said” Bruce cried. Where was everyone's voice coming from? “You can’t leave us” Natasha sobbed, you tried your best to open your eyes but they just felt so heavy. “I’m not leaving you” you said breathy “I’m always gonna be here” struggling to speak you said the only thing you had the strength to and the only thing you could think of “I love you all, I’m sorry” tears rolled down your cheek as you looked into Steve’s eyes. “It’s okay princess, you have” his sentence was interrupted by a cry “nothing to be sorry about” and with that you closed your eyes.

Dying. It didn’t feel like how the movies said it would. It wasn’t like being embraced in a blanket, it wasn't soft or calm it was harsh and rushed. You had been ripped from your families world in a flurry of tears and blood and broken promises. That’s the thing about death. The people who describe it as greeting an old friend or surrendering to the unknown in a blissful and unaware state, fail to account for the people we leave behind. The broken, griefing and shattered people. That’s all the Avengers were without you. Broken people. Bruce no longer looked forward to leaving the lab to see you standing there with a coffee in your hand and a knowing smile on your face. Tony no longer joked, opting to wallow in his pain at the bottom of a bottle. Steve no longer found joy in drawing, you were always his inspiration and now you were gone. Bucky no longer talked, what was the point if the people listening weren’t you? Clint was no longer a shoulder to cry on for others, spending more time at home with his own family. Vision no longer used the door to the bedroom you had once occupied, in fact he refused to go in at all. Thor no longer laughed. Loki no longer took pride in his magic, it’s not like it saved you? Wanda no longer baked, you used to do that with her. Pietro no longer raced around, it was normal to see him slowly walking through the corridors remembering how your laugh used to bounce of the walls. Natasha no longer had someone to mother or even talk to. Peter no longer smiled.

That’s the funny thing about losing someone you love. You often find yourself remembering the times you had, asking yourself all the what if’s and the why not me. It leaves a person shattered and more often than not the only person who could mend that was the person that was no longer there. Without you, they were no longer a team. I mean how could they be when you were the glue holding them together?

Yes the world kept turning and the sun still rose.

But without you around to light up their lives like the star you were

The world didn’t seem the same.

So how did they react? How did they cope?

They didn’t.

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Can you please do like a sequel of Shut Up where Bucky and the reader team up against Sam????

Oops...

Warnings: fluff!!

Word Count: 1438

a/n: Sorry this took so long! It took me a while to think of a prank that wasn't too terribly mean...

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"Y/N." Bucky whined, his hands holding tightly to one of your own. "We have to do something to Sam!"

You laughed at his childlike behavior. Ever since your first date with Bucky, which went surprisingly well considering how nervous the both of you were, Bucky has been pestering you about teaming up against Sam.

Rather than responding, you pulled out your phone, quickly playing the video of Steve in his Captain America suit rattling on about patience.

"We need a plan first." You laid back on your bed, pulling Bucky along since he still held your hand.

"One: why do you have that video so readily available? Two: I have a plan." He smiled maniacally. "Turn him into a bird."

You scrunched up your face. "One: for moments like this, duh." You answered his first question.

I am definitely 100% in love with her. Bucky's thoughts ran wild.

"Two: I already made you a cat. You need to be more creative." You laughed at his pouty face.

How is he so perfect?

"Like what?" He bounced on the bed, fully embracing the childlike temper tantrum.

"I don't know. We could make Friday only call him Bird Brain for a day. Or make it so Redwing only responds to being called 'toy plane'." You thought about random prank ideas, trying to think of something that would bother him, but still be funny. Bucky looked at you fondly as you listed ideas.

How is she so perfect.

"I've got it." Bucky grinned smugly earning a raised eyebrow from you. "Can you make it so he can only say song lyrics?"

You thought to yourself for a minute before finally nodding.

"Embarrassing song lyrics?" He added, the mischief clear in his eyes.

"Now you're talking. What are you thinking? Early Jonas Brothers? High School Musical? Hannah Montana?" Your smile grew with each new artist you listed.

"Perfect. Now we just have to think of a way for him to eat something we give him."

Bucky was pacing, clearly deep in thought.

"Actually, I didn't need to make you eat that cookie. I could've just turned you into a cat with the flick of a wrist." You grinned at his wide eyes.

"What? Why then?"

"Because. It was more fun to see how paranoid you were about eating anything I gave you."

Bucky pouted, although he had to admit it made sense.

I am definitely in love with this man. You shook your head, trying to clear the thoughts.

"C'mon. We've got to make a plan."

You worked your magic on Sam on a day when you knew everyone would be around the compound. He was minding his own business, trying to watch a movie when you and Bucky suddenly appeared.

"Hey, Sam. How you doing?" You asked with a fake air of innocence.

"I'm hot. You're cold. You go around, like you know-" He instantly burst into song, eyes widening. He threw his hands over his mouth, trying to prevent anything else from coming out.

You played it cool, but the twinkle in Bucky's eye easily gave away your prank.

"What's going on? This can't be happening. Don't tell me it's a song!" Sam switched songs, eyes narrowing. He continued singing, despite his clear protests.

"Oh, it's a song." You grinned, leaning into Bucky who wrapped an arm around you.

I love her so much.

Sam shook his head in response, leaving the common area. He figured it would only last a few hours, so all he had to do was avoid people talking to him.

What he didn't account for was Tony's "impromptu" team building night. In reality, you suggested to Tony that maybe the team needed more time together not fighting anyone, and he ran with the idea.

"Alright party people! What should we play first?" Tony gestured to the massive table filled with various board games.

"I've always loved clue!" You grinned, knowing what would come next.

"Clue it is! Who does everyone want to be?" Tony questioned, laying out the various pieces.

"Who will I be? It's up to me. All the never ending possibilities, that I can see." Sam immediately burst into song, surprising most everyone around the table.

"Oh, I wouldn't say never ending, Sam. I think there's only six!" You patted him on the shoulder, a wide smile on your face.

"What did you do?" Steve asked, eyes narrowing in on you and Bucky.

"Oh, don't worry Cap. It'll only last another..." You glanced at the clock, "four hours." Bucky hid his face in your neck to prevent himself from laughing too obnoxiously.

I love him so much.

"Games and a show. I like it." Nat winked at you, always a fan of your pranks since none were ever directed at her.

"What was he even singing?" Clint stared at you, again unprepared for Sam to answer in song.

"Cause we rock. Camp Rock. We rock, we rock on." Sam glared at you, the expression really not matching the joyous music filling the room.

"He can only sing songs from Disney Channel Original Movies or people who were once on Disney Channel." You smiled to yourself, happy with the limits on the spell. "I do believe the last two were from Camp Rock."

"This should be an interesting night." Bruce shook his head, never one to understand the draw of practical jokes.

"That's an understatement." Steve shook his head. He finally had you and Bucky getting along, so of course you'd do something like this.

"Moving on." You pointedly glared at Clint, knowing he was about to bring up Budapest again. "Let's play a team game next."

"Charades?" Bucky suggested, trying to keep it simple enough.

You all split into two teams, Sam being sure to put himself against you and Bucky.

"Sam, you're definitely going down." You goaded, trying to draw out another song.

"Hey now, We no longer wait around. My team's stronger like weights now." He started rapping, or as close to rapping as it gets on Disney.

"Oh my God. That's even better than I expected." You laughed so hard, tears sprung up in your eyes.

"Disney raps now?" Tony questioned, also laughing at Sam's embarrassed face.

"Yes. Lemonade Mouth. An underrated film, honestly." You nodded, completely serious only earning more laughs from the team.

I. Love. You. Bucky's thoughts were written across his face, but somehow went unnoticed by you.

"That's okay, Sam." Bucky grinned. "Nobody's perfect."

"Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has those days. Everybody knows what, what I'm talking 'bout. Everybody gets that way."

You couldn't stop the smile from forming you your face, although rather than laughing at Sam's embarrassment you were now just enjoying Bucky being happy.

I. Love. You.

"I hate you both." Sam cleared his throat, no longer used to the sensation of speaking.

"It was Bucky's brilliant idea." You smiled at him. I love you.

"Well, it was Y/N's brilliant execution." He pressed a kiss to your nose. I love you.

"Dear Lord. I can't take this anymore." Wanda erupted, in a similar fashion to the night you turned Bucky into a cat. "I get it. You two love each other. Now, please! Learn how to control your thoughts!"

You and Bucky were wide eyed, stares flitting between Wanda and each other.

"You love me?" Your voice was soft showing how unsure of yourself you were.

Bucky nodded before voicing a similar question. "You love me?"

"Oops..." Wanda hid behind Vision, trying not to draw anymore attention to herself. Thankfully, all eyes were on you and Bucky.

"I really, really do." You whispered, eyes solely focused on Bucky.

Bucky pulled you in for a kiss, heart bursting with joy. He never thought he'd find someone to love him, let alone someone as incredible as you.

"I love you." Bucky whispered against your lips, kissing you between the words.

"I love you too." You kissed him right back, heart fluttering.

"I liked it better when they were constantly fighting." Sam muttered under his breath, earning a punch in the arm from Steve.

"Let them be. They're in love." He sighed with a happy smile. He couldn't help but think about how much Bucky deserved to be happy.

"I don't know if this is the cutest or grossest thing I've ever seen." Nat commented, eyes still focused on you and Bucky's whispered words and soft kisses.

"Grossest. Definitely the grossest." Clint added on, needing to jump out of the way as you and Bucky took off for your room, paying no mind to the many teammates laughing at you as you passed by.

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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Can you do yandere bully damian wayne with fem reader how is a 🐺🔥🥋 🛡 🏹 🏠 she is like demon Hunter in Gotham and sometimes batman call for her help with joker/villains and goes to Gotham academy

They Heated each other guts and she tolerated him for her best friend Jonathan Kent

Damian was dating raven how was using him as cashcow

one day in park damian get drugged and kidnapped and reader saw all the and follow there car to save him after killing his kidnappers and heal him she comfront him and tell him everything is going to be alright and give him her jacket (which he will keep it for eternity) she dropped him to his house after buying him something to eat when damian get to his father house he sees the no-one care of what happened to him they saw the he got kidnapped and they didn't care at all but reader did and the how the obsession began

*STATIC*: An Obsessive Love Born From Loathing Hate? A Golddigger, as well? Quite an interesting request we have here, Broken.

Broken Truth: That we do, so let's see what words weave together from this.

Quick Note: The name of the reader shall be Kacela - The name means 'Huntress' and is of African Origin. Just like Damien, she is a rich kid but not because her parents are rich - her human parents abandoned her and she started her own business; it's well-known but not on the same level as Wayne Enterprises.

Broken: SORRY IT'S LATE! I'VE BEEN BUSY!

- THE RUNED HUNTRESS -

[On Top Of Gotham's Rooftops - Across from a besieged Research Facility]

[The Joker was at it again but this time he wasn't working alone - he enlisted the aid of Clayface, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, Riddler, and Penguin to take hold of a Research Lab that contained something each member of the crime group wanted; how Joker knew this and managed to use to persuade the villains into working with him is something The Dark Knight couldn't quite figure out. What he did know was that he was going to need some help.]

[At the moment, Damien (Robin)., Dick (Nightwing), and Barbara (Batgirl) were the ones of the Bat-Family that were with him at the moment but the 4 of them weren't going to be enough and - as much as he hated it - he needed aid from a power beyond what his gadgets and training could do.]

Damien (Walks over to Batman, who is standing on the edge looking at the facility): Father, why are we still waiting while those criminals are making a mess of the place?

Bruce: Because we're waiting for someone.

Damien: Who? We have enough people, we can take them.

Bruce: Don't be foolish, Damien. It's the four of us up against seven of Gotham's Worst, plus they have hostages and have access to unknown tech or substances that could put us at a disadvantage. The person I called has abilities unlike our own and can help us a great deal.

[Damien opened his mouth to protest when a smell hit his nose - it smelled like something was burning.]

Dick (Sniff-Sniff): Does anyone else smell something burning.

Barbara: It smells like brimstone.

Bruce: She's here.

[Nightwing opened his mouth to question who 'she' was when a burst of red light from a ball of fire came shooting upward from the edge of the building before falling and landing in the clear space. The ground was scorched from the fire impact and cinders flowed around the air and lined along with the black marks up everyone looked at the person - or creature - that caused it.]

[The creature was large and muscular the body of a wild canine - a wolf - but it stood on 2 legs; except, wolves didn't have 2 horns on their foreheads. The forearms of the beast were scarred with runes that were glowing red against the black fur. The creature began to stand on 2 legs - its height towered over Bruce - and opened its eyes to reveal eyes made from hellfire. The humanoid wolf opened its jaws - letting the hot smoke out - as it began to speak to the Head of the Bat-Family.]

Wolf Creature: Dark One (What she calls Bruce), I'm answering your persistent summons. Why have you decided to bother me this time?

Barbara: Summons? (Looks at Bruce) Bruce, what is that thing?

Wolf Creature (Glares at Barbara): I am not a 'Thing', I am a Wolf Demon while you are the daughter of a cop - playing dress up just to spite him and stick your pointed head where it doesn't belong.

Barbara (Points at the Wolf Creature): Hey, don't call me a...

Bruce (Raises his hand): That's enough. (Looks at the Wolf Creature) Runed Huntress, I know you told me that you're not interested in helping me but this is important. Those criminals have many innocent people captured and are trying to access some very dangerous information and products. Our gadgets can only get us so far but your power is limitless. We need your help.

Runed Huntress (Snorts - making smoke shoot out her nose and blow in Bruce's face): Very well, I shall aid you once again but - as I said before - do not make a habit out of this; you are this city's protector, not me.

Bruce (Nods): Noted. (Turns back to the building) Now, let's get a move on.

[The Bat-Family & The Runed Huntress leaped across the building rooftops until they reached the last roof that sat at the edge of the street that separated the distance of the buildings and the facility. The Bat-Family watches as the large humanoid wolf clapped her hands together and slowly brought them apart - bring a bow that looked as if it was forged from hellfire itself. The Runed Huntress took the bow in hand and did the motion of drawing back an arrow - Damian's eyes widen as an arrow materialized in her clawed hand before she releases it. It goes soar across the street and crashes into the glass dome but doesn't shatter it - it melts it away and forms a large hole, big enough for the rescue party to get inside.]

[The villains looked upon the hole of melted glass as the Bat-Family glided in and stood before the corrupted 7. The Ringleader - The Madman known as Joker - began to chuckle and clap his hands.]

Joker (Clapping): Bats! I knew you would be here! A little late to the party, don't you think?!

Bruce (Glares at Joker): I don't have time to deal with your demented mind, Joker. Release the hostages and turns yourselves in or we can do this the hard way.

Joker (Pouts and shakes his head): Oh, Batsy... Always the party pooper; no cake for you. But in case you have noticed, I outnumber you so...I don't think you can win.

[Just then - the monstrous roaring howl of the Runed Huntress echoed in the hall as she leaped through the giant hole and landed on all fours between Joker and Bruce. She glared at the villains as her jaws opened as lava leaked from the cracks of her fangs, making 2 pools on the tile floor that began to rise and form into 2 clones of herself.]

Runed Huntress (Rising to her feet as the lava clones did the same): Now...it's an even playing field.

[When Killer Croc let loose a hiss, Runed Huntress barked back at him and the two of them charged at each other - fighting as beasts knew how to. Bruce dealt with Joker, Barbara took on Harley Quinn, Dick took care of Riddler, Damian attacked Penguin, while the other two clones took on Clayface and Poison Ivy.]

[The fight ended with the villains in cuffs and loaded into Transportation Trucks, Barbara found the scientists locked in the safe - all accounted for and unharmed, but mentally scarred - Bruce was talking to Gordon while his family looked on. Damian looked off to the side and watched the large wolf walking away and ran after her as she turned into an alleyway.]

Damian: Hey, where are you going?

Runed Huntress (Looks over her large shoulder at the Wayne Family Heir): What do you want, boy? I have aided your leader, that doesn't mean I need to stay around for his talks with the Commissioner.

Damian: Just what the hell is your problem?

Runed Huntress: My 'problems' are none of your concern, Rich Boy.

[Damian opened his mouth to speak but the large beast was engulfed by a flammed vortex that erupted from the ground around her feet and covered her until it exploded into cinders - leaving Damian alone in the alley, looking at the charred circle in the ground.]

- RAVENS LIKE THINGS THAT SPARKLE -

[The Next Day: Gotham High School - Courtyard]

"I gotta go to the library to do some last-minute reading before class starts but before I forget, can I get some cash, Bae?" The Indigo-Eyed Girl asked as she looked upon the Wayne Heir.

"More? I gave you $700 just last week." Damien said as she looked at his girlfriend.

"I know but there's a sell on some rare spell tomes and I didn't want to risk someone else getting their hands on them. o, can you give me some cash?" Raven asked with a tilt of her head like a cat; making the heir exhale.

"Okay, I send another $800." Damien exhaled, earning a kiss on his cheek from the girl how had his heart before she turned and began to walk away.

"Hey, Damien!" Damien turned to see his friend Jonathan Kent walking up to him, but he wasn't alone.

Beside Jonathan was a dark-skinned female around the same height as him with golden eyes in a constant glare, She had short black hair in an undercut - only on her right side. She was wearing the Gotham High School uniform but the man one - she wasn't in comfortable skirts and she had the money to allow this. On her wrists there 2 golden bracelets - long ones that start at her wrists and end further up her forearms - that had some kind of writing on them that Damien didn't care to translate. Why didn't he care? Because he didn't like her.

"Hey." Damien said as he looked in the direction of his friend and...tolerant.

"You good, Bro? You seemed stressed out." Jonathan said with concern in his blue eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine - Father was telling us that there is some large event tonight and he wants all of us there; no questions asked." Damien said.

"Large event? What's that?" Jonathan asked.

"He talking about Gotham's Angel Award - it's when all of Gotham's CEOs and Walking Wallets gather in one room to see who's been recognized as the most giving and kind." Kacela said as she looked at Jonathan with her arms folded.

"Funny the stray (That's what Damien calls her began she doesn't have parents, relatives, or even a surname.) knows what it is, even though you would never step foot in that place, much less get to hold an invitation." Damien said with a smirk on his face. Imagine his shock as Kacela pulls an invitation to that event from her pocket.

"You were saying, Bird Brain?" Kacela asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Damien began to get mad and Kacela glared at him when Jonathan stepped between them.

"Whoa. Whoa. No need to fight! Just relax, guys." Jonathan said as he looked between her friends. Kacela exhaled and stepped back.

"Fine. I won't fight because Jonathan asked me to." Kacela said as she glared at Damien.

"Same here, Stray." Damien glared at her too before turning back to his phone.

"Whatcha doing, Damian?" Jonathan asked.

"Sending some cash to Raven's card." He said.

"More? Didn't you send her a lot just a few days ago?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes, but there was a book sale and she didn't want to miss out on the rare tomes that were for auction." Damian explained.

"Is that the song she sang to you? For someone so brilliant...you can't even see when you are being played." Kacela said as she placed her hands in her pockets and began to walk away.

"What's that supposed to mean, Stray?"Damian glared at her.

"Just remember - Ravens are fond of things that gleam and shine but they are also creatures that sing songs of deception." Kacela said before she entered the building, leaving Damian and Jonathan standing there.

- THE RAVEN'S DECEPTION & TRAPPED IN THE LION'S DEN -

[After Highschool]

Damian wished his friend a good evening before getting on his motorcycle and driving out of the school's parking lot. He knew that the normal route he would take was going to be caked in traffic for the event tonight and decided to head the long way. He was coming up on the red light at the intersection of 4 famous restaurants/cafes sat at the 4 Corners. He was the first vehicle in line when a familiar voice was heard from the right - he looked and the eyes under his helmet widened when they landed on his girlfriend sitting at an outdoor table with shapeshifter of the Titans - Beast Boy a.k.a Garfield. They were sitting at the table, holding hands and smiling at each other - as if they were in love.

"So, what do you want to do this weekend?" Raven asked.

"I wanna go to the new exotic animal show but tickets to that places are stupidly expensive." Garfield said.

"Don't worry, babe; I got the money from that walking piggy bank, Damian." Raven said.

"You got more? I thought he gave you some a few days ago." He said.

"Yeah, I just told him I spent the money on tomes and he gave me $700 more. All I have to do is pout and he'll give me whatever I want." Raven smirked at the notion and Garfield laughed.

Damian felt so bad about what he just heard - when the car behind him hooked their horn to let him know the light was green, he floored it and began driving down the main streets before the tears in his eyes began to blind him and he stopped on the edge of the park, took his helmet off and hid his face in hands - sobbing; showing the weakness of the Al Ghul.

His heart was broken - the one he loved was using him for a wallet for the shapeshifter and he was too blind to see it. The words Kacela said before she left that day - she was warning him that Raven was disloyal to him. The one he hated was the one who warned him.

He was so caught up in his crying that he didn't see the hooded figure sneaking up behind him and smacking him off the bike with a metal pipe in the back of his head. His world got dark when he heard the words.

"We got Wayne's Brat - we're in for a huge payday, boys." the fading voice chuckled until Damian faded into nothingness of mind.

[Around 2 Hours Later]

"Wake up, pretty boy!" someone commanded as he slapped the Wayne Heir wake - he was tied to a chair in the center of an unknown warehouse with 6 Thugs surrounding him - all of them with weapons in their hands.

"What? What the hell do you want from me?" Damian demanded as he glared at the man who slapped him - only for the same man to punch him in the face; Damian could taste the blood on his tongue before he felt it flowing out of his mouth as he tried to shake the daze from his head.

"We don't want shit from you, brat; we want a payday from Wayne and I know he'll pay huge racks to get his little boy back." The leader said.

"Boss, we've been calling Wayne but he ain't answering." A good said.

"Then keep calling! The sooner we finish this, the better." The boss order. Damian hung his head down - he was done for: his father wasn't answering the phone, his love breaks his heart...just what was he to do

The answer came as the window of the warehouse came crashing inward and a familiar Lycan-Shaped Figure came crashing into the room and landed on the ground on all fours before rising to its hind legs with a very pissed off glare in its eyes - the runes on its body shining in the light.

"What the hell is that?!" One of the Goons said as he tried to get his gun - only to have his head bitten off by the creature's jaws, letting his body hit the floor.

"Kill that thing! Fucking kill it!" The Boss said as he made Damian get to his feet and used his as a human by holding his arm around his neck and hold his gun at the creature that jumped around, slaughtering his men before turning to face him.

"Don't come any closer or I'll blow his brains out!" The boss said as he held the gun against Damian's head.

The Runed Huntress looked at a long metal nail that was sitting between her feet and reached down to gather it in her large clawed hand. Damian and the boss watched as the large wolfish creature twirled the nail between her fingers before flicking it on its head and sent it flying like a bullet - hitting the boss in the center of his head, making them lose his grip on Damian and slump to the ground. The Huntress ran over to Damian before he could fall and gathered him tenderly in her large arm before using the other one to cut his ropes - even free, the boy didn't move, he was too...cold.

"Damian, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" The Runed Huntress asked him as she looked at him with concerned eyes. Damian opened his mouth to speak but he noticed the bracelets on the creature's wrists - he saw them before, he saw them every day during school.

"K...Kacela?" Damian questioned as he looked into the creature's eyes again - there was a sparkle, a smile, then a small vortex of fire that revealed the human face of the one he hated at school.

"I always told you that you were brilliant, just weren't wary of the right people."Kacela said as she took off her jacket from her shoulders and placed it over Damian's, "Wear this, you're freezing." She said.

"You... You saved me? I thought you hated me - after everything I said and did to you." Damian said as he looked into her eyes.

"I never said I hated you, Damian; I said I hated the way you acted. As for saving you, I may have a beast's soul and form but I'm not a heartless monster to just let someone get hurt; not even someone who tries to me." Kacela explained before she turned back into the Runed Huntress, gathered Damian in her arms, and rose to her feet, "Now, let's get you home; you are too cold, you might be sick." she said as she turned on her heel and leaped back through the window she came through with the Wayne Family Heir in her arms.

- THE ONE YOU HATE IS THE ONE WHO CARES THE MOST -

[Wayne Manor]

The Runed Huntress landed in front of the door to Wayne Manor, using one of her hands to knock heavily on the door - it was soon opened by the Wayne Family Butler - Alfred Pennyworth.

"Hello, Madam Huntress, is there something I can help you with?" He then noticed Damian in her arms, "Is that Master Damian? Did something happen?" He asked.

"He was attacked and held for ransom but Bruce never answered the phone and he was harmed." Runed Huntress said.

"That's understandable - Master Bruce and the others are currently getting ready for the event and have asked not to be disturbed." Alfred said, making Kacela's eyes widen in anger.

"What?" She growled out. She pushed past the butler and followed Bruce's scent up the stairs to a meeting room - she barged in and - sure enough to what Alfred said - Bruce, Dick, and Barbara were all there, dressed in elegant attire; they all looked at the large wolf who barged into the room.

"Huntress? Is there something you need?" Bruce said.

"Are you serious, Bruce? Your son is in my arms, beaten & possibly sick, are you're asking me if I need something? Why didn't you answer the calls from Damian's phone?" Kacela asked.

"As Alfred told you, we're busy getting ready for the event." Bruce said.

"He's your son, Bruce Wanye - he was attacked, held for ransom, and beaten up and all you care about is this event? He could be sick, he's as cold as a block of ice." Huntress growled.

"Well, you got to him and saved him before he was hurt too bad, but since he can't come to the event, take him to bed and we will deal with him in the morning." Bruce said as he began walking do the door, past the wolf and his sick son, with his other 2. Kacela growled at him before looking at Damian.

"Where's your room?" She asked, her eyes widened when his hand grabbed her fur and held her close.

"Please... Please, don't leave me here." Damian pleaded - begged - as he tried to hold more tears while shivering.

"There's no way in hell I'm leaving you here. I need to get you some warm clothes." She explained.

Damian told her where his room was and she when there - placing him on the bed for a moment as she gathered pajamas and a new school uniform into the bag before closing it, picking Damian back up, opened the window, and the two of them disappeared into the night.

[Kacela's Loft]

*BEEP - BEEP - BEEP*

"Yeah, just as I thought - you're sick." Kacela said as she pulled the thermometer from the boy's lips and looked at the numbers. Kacela placed it on a napkin on the nightstand that was beside the bed Damian was laying in and the chair she was sitting in. "It seems to be a simple head cold - some medicine and rest should get you and running again, not to mention a good night's rest." Kacela explained.

"How come...you didn't go to the Gotham's Angels Award?" Damian asked as he looked at her with a warm feeling on his face - it must have been the cold.

"That place is full of people who just wanna get seen, not for doing right." Kacela explained before she reached on the nightstand to her phone, "You have to eat something before taking your meds and I don't feel like cooking tonight, so I'll order something. What are you in the mood for - Pizza or Burgers?" Kacela asked.

"What? You're letting me choose?" Damian asked.

"Sure, I don't usually have guests, so why the hell not?" Kacela gave a smile...and the warm feeling returned but it was stronger this time.

When the pizza arrived, Kacela helped Damian sit up, and the two of them ate while having conversations - turned out they had a lot of things in common, from their love of books to their outside activities. Damian asked Kacela a few questions about her knowing Raven was cheating on him and why she didn't tell him directly - she explained that it wasn't her place to speak on another person's relationship, plus he made it very clear that he had a dislike for her so what reason would he have to believe her? Damian apologized for his words but Kacela said she heard worse and wasn't bothered. Just before bedtime, Kacela gave him cold and sleeping medicine so he would be alright in the morning; she stayed with him until he fell into slumber before she went to sleep herself.

When the morning sun rose - Damian woke to the smell of pancakes. Kacela made them breakfast and even made sure Damian's phone was placed on the changer. Damian got dressed in a fresh outfit and went to eat with Kacela; who informed him that she got his bike and helmet from the park after he went to sleep; he thanked her, finished his breakfast, and left out the door...with her jacket.

- NOT SO BLIND ANYMORE -

"What do you mean we're over?!" Raven yelled as she stood before Damian.

"Just as I said - I'm done with you, Raven. You're nothing but a gold-digger and a liar, and you only see me as a mess to keep that green boyfriend of yours happy. I'm not giving you anything else but a hard time if you ever show your face again." Damian glared at her, causing her to huff and march away to the school building.

"Whoa, Damian." Jonathan said as he walked over, "You really broke up with her?" He asked.

"I don't have time for gold-diggers and liars." He looked around, "Where's Kacela?" he asked.

"She called and said... Wait, did you just call her by her name? I thought she was a stray?" He said but swallowed when Damian glared at her.

"Never. Call. Her. That." Damian growled.

"Okay. Okay, man - sorry." He said.

"Now, what did she tell you?" Damian asked.

"She said she couldn't come today - there are some major investors that are interested in her company and want to make a partnership, so she won't be in today." Jonathan said.

"Really? Then, I'll speak to her later." Damian said.

"Talk about what? Wait, isn't that her jacket?" He asked.

"Yes." He said, 'But it's more than just that. It's the start of what Kacela and I shall be...together.'

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sukorakurai · 3 years

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@snarkyship is a true genius. I commission this Stark Family Portrait and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote a little fic to accompany this fabulous Picture. hope you all enjoy.

Stark Family Picture Day

By Sukora Kurai

Tony sighed over the counter in the communal kitchen. He had been there since dawn when he asked Jarvis what day it was. Then his trusty AI informed him of an importance of this month. Now he was stuck with what to do now.

“Hey Tony what’s got you down?”

“Hey Capsicle, I’m doomed.”

“Oh come on Tony, it can’t be that bad you are an Avenger.” Steve smiled as he got out food to make omelets for the Team, and greeted the in coming members. “Morning Nat, morning Bruce.”

“Morning Steve, what’s wrong with Tony?” Bruce greeted heading to the stove to put the kettle on for his morning tea.

“Not sure I found him like this.” Steve stated cracking some eggs into a bowl.

“His and Loki’s anniversary is this month and he has no idea what to get him.” Nat answered pouring a large mug of coffee.

Tony shot up in his seat and stared slack jawed. “How could you possibly know that?”

“It’s my job as a shield Agent and Pepper’s PA to keep tabs on you. So it is well documented when you clumsily asked Loki to be your boyfriend during the Lord of the Rings Marathon where you bought out the AMC Theater for the day.” The Spy shrugged ignoring the fact that all her team mates stared at her in horror. All were now wondering what she had on them in those SHIELD files.

“So Tony, you have and anniversary coming up? Have you though about what Loki might like?” Steve coughed drawing the conversation back to the main topic.

“No, I don’t. What does one give a god especially one that has magic and can make anything appear out of thin air?” Tony waved his arms in frustration.

“That is a tough one but I’m sure anything you get him will be fine. Loki loves you Tony.” Bruce tried to be supportive.

“I hope you will be putting more thought into the gift you give me next month for our anniversary.” Nat gave the Gamma Doctor a pointed before wandering out of the room to start her routine before heading out to work.

“Ha, I’m not the only one in hot water now!” Tony crowed at the look of devastation in his science-bro’s face.

“Tony, knock it off. Now in my day it was the thought that counted most. You should find what Loki cherishes the most. You find that then you can present to him in a meaningful way. It’s true he’s a prince and probably has had his other lovers throw jewels and meaningless expensive trinkets at him to win his affections. You know Loki better because you love him and he loves you.” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah, Lokes complains a lot about his life in Asgard and that there were many who wooed him just to get to Thor. At night when it’s just the two of us and RC snuggled between us he sighs soft and says what a perfect night it is. He never elaborates but I think it means that he likes just the quiet nights with us.” The genius eyes went glazed as he recalled the many nights he cuddled with his god. Then the idea hit him. “Hey Spangles, can you paint or do you just draw?”

“Huh,” Steve was caught off guard and almost dropped the omelet he was flipping. “I paint from time to time.”

“Don’t lie babe you are in your studio whenever can get the chance.” Bucky laughed entering the kitchen. “All the paintings in our apartment Stevie did.”

“Great! Can you do a portrait if I get you a picture?” Tony asked digging in to the ham and cheese omelet.

“Yeah, it might take two weeks maybe less depends on if we get called out or if SHIELD needs me.” The captain estimated placing another plate in front of his boyfriend.

“As long as it’s done before the end of the month we’re good. Jarvis start looking through my photos and pull out any possible portraits.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Delicious breakfast as usual Capsicle. I’ll get you the photo as soon as I find one.” Tony dumped his empty plate in sink and ran off to his lab.

Two hours later…

“None of these are good enough J.”

“Sir, might I suggest you take a new photo of you and Prince Loki.”

“Yeah and RC too, because she’s our baby. We can’t have a Family Portrait without all the family members. Where’s are RC now?”

“She is currently with Alpine in his play room.”

“Cool, I think I got the perfect outfit in mind.” Tony grinned as he ran to his emergency closet in the lab. Tony had put in the closet when he realized he destroyed a lot of his clothes during his inventing and building phases. Also there was a suit or two for the days he forgot he was supposed to be in a meeting and had to make a rush to the board room.

In the penthouse…

It had been a quiet morning with no call outs, no calls to Asgard and no need to go anywhere. Loki decided to enjoy the peace and quite lounging in his soft Asgardian casual clothes on the couch reading his mother’s spell journal.

“Hey there, Bambi! It’s Picture Day!”

“Anthony, what are you on about?” The prince looked up from his book to see his lover carrying their cat into the living room.

“Well Picture Day refers to the day school kids take pictures for the yearbook and photos are bought for family distribution. Anyways I want to have a family picture that was honest. I never had that growing up because Howard was an asshole and Maria, my mother, was frail. She loved me but she couldn’t express it because she was always ill. Now we have our own little family and I want a picture to put in the lab.”

“You want to take this picture now? Anthony, I look a mess and how did you get the bow on the cat?”

“Aww, you look gorgeous, love, as always. Anyways, I put a bow on our baby because RC loves to look pretty for her daddies. Don’t you sweetie.” Tony scratched under the kitty’s chin as they sat on couch next to the god.

“Mew,” RC purred.

“Fine, you win, where would you like to take the picture? Also what are you wearing? I don’t believe I’ve seen that outfit before, and what is on your feet?” Loki set his book aside and took in his lover’s appearance.

“Oh you like? I dressed in red and gold to match my shoes. I had these shoes made based on my Iron Man suit. I thought maybe putting them on the market for kids but I liked them too much to share. So I have a life time supply in the lab. If you want I can have a pair made for you.”

“No thank you. They clash with my outfit. Now let’s take your picture.” Loki said taking the cat in his arms.

“Okay, okay. Let me get out my phone.” Tony fished his Stark Phone out of his back pocket and held it out to make them all fit in the frame. “Okay say cheese!”

“Click”

“Okay let’s see how that one turned out.” Tony looked at the photo to see him smiling a black blur and a bland look on Loki’s face. “Nope we got try again. This time smile Loki and RC you need to stay still so we can see you.”

And it went picture by picture they have yet to take a family portrait.

“Shit I only got half your face.”

“Anthony your thumb is on the lens.”

“RC Stay still!”

“Achoo! Ow! I dropped on my foot!”

“Do not eat my hair you Retched Creature!”

“Okay I set it up on a tripod. Now say cheese.”

“CHEESE BROTHER!” Thor popped up between the two men who stared at shock at the blond god.

“Next!” Tony rolled his eyes as Loki vanished his brother to where ever. Tony didn’t ask where the Loki sent Thunder god. He rather liked staying in the tower and wanted to keep it that way.

“Meow!”

“No RC! Don’t chase the bunny!”

Three Hours Later…

“Okay, this is it I can feel it. Now Jarvis is going to take the picture the bunnies are secure in their room. The penthouse is locked down, so no unexpected guest and RC is filled of milk to keep her calm and relaxed. And I promise after we get this picture I will have Jarvis order you favorite meal from the Thai Palace down the street and I’ll rub your feet, while we watch you favorite Harry Potter movies.”

“Oh Anthony you spoil me. I love you.” Loki sighed as a soft smile graced his face and he leaned into his lover as Tony joined their hands together. RC who was seated now on the god’s shoulder leaned in and purred soaking up the love of her people. The genius couldn’t be happier in that moment as he had his to precious family members with him and the grin on his face was wide and bright.

“Click.”

Two Weeks Later…

“Sir Prince Loki and Mr. Odinson have returned from Asgard.”

“Great, I got everything ready. Tell Loki that I have dinner ready and waiting.”

“Yes, sir.” Tony had the table set with Loki’s Favorite food from the five star steak house, they go to. He paid extra to have the chef come over and cook for their anniversary.

“Ding.”

“Thank you, Jarvis. Evening Anthony, never in my life had been so glad to leave Asgard. He talked for hours at the council over stagnant topics. What’s all this?”

“Well my hard working God of Mischief, today is our one year Anniversary and I have planned the perfect evening. Dinner, a bath and I installed a movie screen in our bathroom so we can enjoy the movie of your choice during the bath and then I plan on us making love until dawn.” Tony pulled Loki over to the dinner table, watching as the god’s magic removed the armor and replaced it with comfortable Asgardian wear.

“You lovely little man, you spoil me so; I don’t deserve it or you.” The Raven pulled the billionaire into his arms and planting kisses all over the man’s face.

“Yes you do, because I love you and I got you something, well I got Cap to make it, but it was my idea.”

“You didn’t have to, dinner is more than enough.”

“No, I wanted to. Now close your eyes and I’ll get your present.” As Loki closed his eyes Tony ran out of the room and grabbed the portrait from where he hid it. He placed it on the wall then Jarvis turned on the lights illuminating the painting. “Okay open them.”

“Oh Anthony! It’s wonderful.” Loki’s eyes became all misty seeing their little family together and there was so much love radiating from painting. “It’s perfect.”

“Happy Anniversary Reindeer Games.”

“Happy Anniversary, my Man of Iron.” Loki whispered pulling Tony in to the sweetest kiss they ever shared. They didn’t hear the click sound of Jarvis capturing the moment with the sunset background. Another memory to save for another day.

The End.

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Pickpocket Part 3(Avengers x Child!Reader)

Description: You have been allowed to stay in the Avengers Tower, but your trials aren’t quite over yet. You still have one major hurdle you’re going to have to get over if you want to make this thing permanent.

To @sweetpeaflower01 and to anyone else who wanted to be tagged in this, I’m sorry I don’t have your usernames! It’s been a while since I’ve been on here!

A few weeks later, I woke up to the sun shining on my face through a nearby window.

“Good morning to you, too, kid.” I turned to see Tony, still lying in the bed beside me with his hand placed gently over mine. He had spent every night since I’d arrived in there with me except for one, which had immediately resulted in a nightmare, with my screams waking up the entire tower. “You think you’re ok to get up? We’ve got someone who wants to meet you.”

Immediately, my entire body tensed, and I could feel myself pale. My vision went blurry, my heart hammering frantically in my chest. “Hey, hey, it’s ok, kid, I’ve got you. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I promise,” Tony spoke gently, his tone even as though he was attempting to sooth a wild animal. I nodded slowly, doing my best to calm my heart. He had promised me. He promised they wouldn’t send me back. I’m not sure why, but I trusted Tony.

Tony helped me to my feet, but my knees were shaking too much. Slowly, he scooped me up into his arms, careful not to move to quickly and frighten me, and wrapped his arms around my back. His arms were still so warm.

“Ah, miss (Y/N), I presume.” I lifted my head from Tony’s shoulder to see the rest of the Avengers surrounding a large African American man in a black trench coat with a patch over his eye that was grinning back at me. My heart almost stopped as I stared back at him, fear clawing mercilessly at my chest. He reminded me of Nat in how he regarded me with nothing more than cold, merciless calculations; except, unlike Nat, he didn’t have that small spark of empathy. Instead, there was excitement -- greed almost. I made my decision then and there. I didn’t like this man.

“I’ve got a question for you, kid. How exactly did someone like you manage to steal from four of Earth’s mightiest heroes?” he asked, glancing me up and down.

I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want anything to do with this man.

“It’s ok, just answer the question,” Tony nodded reassuringly. I could feel his worried eyes on me, trying to grab my attention, but I refused to take my eyes off of the newcomer for a single second. Still, I didn’t want to go against Tony.

“I have small hands,” I said slowly. “And I know how to read people.”

“What do you mean read people?” Steve asked. “What does any of that have to do with stealing a wallet?”

“It has everything to do with stealing a wallet,” I responded monotonously, still stubbornly refusing to drop my gaze from the man. “Reading people helps you pick a mark -- someone with their guard down who isn’t expecting to actually be targeted. More than that, though, reading people is what actually lets me get away. With Steve, I was sweet and innocent, but with Tony, I was sarcastic but pitiable. If I had been the opposite, Steve would have been more annoyed and therefore more aware of what I was doing, and Tony would have been less distracted.”

“You figured all of that out by talking to them for a few seconds?” Nat asked, taking a small step forward as she surveyed my curiously. I nodded silently.

“Show me,” the man said. Finally, I tore my eyes away from him to glance at Tony for confirmation. He nodded back, gently setting me down. I grabbed his hand instead.

“Who do you want me to mark?” I asked softly.

“Try Natasha,” he smirked, crossing his arms. I glanced over at the redheaded woman and frowned. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“I would never mark her,” I responded, glaring up in annoyance at the confidence in his tone. “She is guarded and always in a stance to protect her vital points. Someone like that is too aware of their surroundings not to notice a pickpocket.”

“Do your best anyways,” he smirked.

I grit my teeth in frustration and turned to Nat. As I looked over at her, an idea slowly began to form. I smirked inwardly. It was perfect for dealing with this man. Sunglasses, a phone, a watch, a ring, a swiss army knife, and a custom pen. If I did everything perfectly, not to mention getting a bit lucky, I might be able to grab everything.

I squeezed Tony’s hand to draw his attention to it as I pressed my body into his slightly so that I could grab his sunglasses, which were hooked onto his pocket. “Fine,” I growled. “But don’t blame me when it doesn’t work. Now move out of the way.” I grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him backwards, using that split second to simultaneously put Tony’s glasses on my head and slip my hand into the man’s opposite pocket and pull out his phone, flicking it upwards into the overly-large sleeve. I took a deep breath and approached Nat, tucking my hands, and the phone with them, into my pockets. I flicked my eyes carefully over her, looking for any loose item that I could grab. Finally, I noticed that I could just barely see the edge of a few dollar bills in her back pocket. It wouldn’t be easy, and I would have to stay in front of her the entire time to avoid her suspicion, but it wasn’t impossible.

“Excuse me, miss?” I asked softly, glancing up at her with wide eyes.

“Yeah?” She responded, lifting a brow.

“I-I was wondering if you had any food,” I croaked, allowing my body to shrink in on itself so it would look even smaller.

“Sorry, kid, I don’t have any on me,” she shook her head slightly, furrowing her brows.

“Ok, I understand, thank you,” I muttered softly. “I’m sorry to bother you. My mommy says bothering grown-ups is bad. I-I don’t have the belt with me. But I’m sure I can find a stick,” I offered quickly, as if to try and placate her. I stumbled to the side a bit, pretending to look for a stick. I forced my toes to catch on my other shoe, falling right in front of Steve’s feet. “I-I’m so sorry, sir,” I winced, making sure not to meet his eyes. I took his outstretched hand and pulled myself up, wrapping one hand around his wrist, where I slipped off his watch. “T-thank you so m-much,” I gushed, my voice shaking ever so slightly as I brushed the nonexistent dirt from his shirt. Quickly, I put his watch onto my own wrist while his attention was focused on his shirt.

Nat frowned slightly at this. “Your mommy, did she hurt you?” she brought my attention back to her, studying my face carefully.

I glanced back at her, before quickly looking back down to avoid eye contact. I knew what I had to do -- that I had to tell the truth if I had any hope of doing this. So, I forced myself to remember the face of my old caretaker. “O-only if I’ve been really bad,” I shook my head slightly. “A-and only if she’s at home.” My voice had gone hoarse, tears building up in the backs of my eyes. It was easy to cry when I thought about that terrible woman.

“How often is she not at home?” Nat asked.

“N-not that o-often,” I shook my head again. “I-I think she just f-forgets sometimes. She’ll come home soon, though. She’s almost never gone for more than two weeks,” I smiled up at her softly, wrapping my arms around my torso to accentuate how small my waist was as well as provide a sense of insecurity and fear.

Nat frowned slightly, falling silent for a moment. Finally, she looked up at the man and said, “Alright, I believe her. I’d probably go take her to get some food then call the cops. I’d imagine you’d be long gone before they arrive?” She added with a slight chuckle.

“Really?” I asked, my face lighting up in a wide smile. “Thank you!” I gasped, wrapping my arms around her torso. She immediately tensed, and I took the opportunity to grab the few bills, tucking them into my opposite sleeve. “U-um, sorry,” I stuttered and quickly released her, my face growing red. I stumbled backwards and straight into the arms of Thor. I grabbed his hand in my own as though in an effort to keep my balance as he righted me gently. I thanked him softly and slipped my hand out of his grip, taking the beautiful golden ring from his finger in the process.

“How would you escape, though?” Nat asked. “I wouldn’t think you’d want to go to the police.”

“O-oh, well, it’s not too hard,” I smiled slightly. “I just need to lose you in the crowd. I would probably do something like this.” I walked forward, and slipped between Clint and Bruce, using both hands to grab the swiss army knife from Clint’s pocket and a gorgeous custom pen that was clipped to Bruce’s. “Then, once I’m out of your sight, I’d start running-”

“It was a good scam, kid,” the man cut in. “But I thought I asked you to pickpocket her.”

I whipped back around to face him, suddenly feeling vulnerable again with all of the adults surrounding me. “You’re right, I’m sorry; you asked me to pickpocket only her,” I hissed, my teeth grinding together. “But I thought you wanted me to show you what I could do.”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” he frowned, narrowing his eyes.

“As long as I’m not seen as a threat, I can steal from anyone,” I said, walking up to Tony and handing back his sunglasses. “And I would do anything to keep myself from being seen as a threat.” I took the watch off my wrist and handed it back to Steve. “Everyone has something that brings their guard down.” I pulled the ring from my finger and handed it back to Thor. “And whether they acknowledge it or not, they all want to see the good in people,” I pulled the swiss army knife and custom pen from my pockets, handing them back to Clint and Bruce. “They all want to see me as some innocent little kid,” I returned Nat’s money to her. “Even you,” I held out the man’s phone, staring up at him in defiance.

Every one of them stared at me in pure, unadulterated shock. All of them, that is, except for Tony, who grinned and welcomed me back into his side, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders. Finally, the man chuckled a bit and snatched his phone back from me. “Not bad, miss (Y/N), not bad at all. Natasha, from now on, you’re training her to be a new agent.”

My eyes widened, and I frowned, subconsciously shrinking further into Tony’s side. He squeezed my shoulder gently.

“Hey, Thor, why don’t you take (Y/N) for some poptarts. She hasn’t had breakfast yet,” Tony said with a small smile.

“I’m not hungry,” I frowned.

“Just go with him for now, ok, kid? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” I blinked up at Tony and frowned before nodding slowly, allowing the large blonde god to take my hand and lead me out of the room, away from the rest of the adults.

As soon as the door closed, I turned to the god with wide, pleading eyes. “Mr. Thor, could you pretty please toast the poptarts for me?” I asked sweetly, gazing up at him.

“Of course, young lady (Y/N),” Thor grinned and ruffled my hair, moving towards the cabinets. As soon as his back was turned, I pressed my ear to the door, concentrating on trying to hear what was going on in there.

“Did you really think I’d let you make her an agent?” I heard Tony snap.

“I didn’t think you had a choice,” the man from earlier responded casually. “The girl’s got a gift, Stark. She could help us.”

“She’s just a kid! I brought you here to give you a heads up that she’d be staying with us, not to give you a potential recruit.”

“Look, it’s very simple, Stark. Either you allow her to start training, or I deem her a threat to the team. I will inform the police of the location of a criminal and unsupervised child.”

“So what?! I’ll just adopt her!”

“Adoption takes a long time, Tony, especially for someone with a criminal record and a history of alcohol abuse. Do you really want to send her back to an orphanage while you go through all of that, if you’re even granted custody at all?”

Oh, god. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t be going back. He promised me I wouldn’t go back! I stumbled backwards, barely making it a few steps before my knees gave out and I was sent crashing to the ground.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Thor shouted, rushing over, but I could barely hear him over the deafening sound of my heartbeat and the blood rushing through my ears. I could feel the tears streaming down my face and the burning in my chest from my hyperventilating breaths. I curled up tightly, my muscles shaking from how tense they were. I couldn’t go back there -- I wouldn’t! Tony promised me I would never go back again!

“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice cut through the haze. Immediately, I reached out and clawed at the air, trying to find him, but with blur of tears in my eyes, I couldn’t see him anywhere. Suddenly, my head was resting against a chest, a pair of arms holding me tight and close. “It’s ok, just breath with me. Focus on me, ok? In and out.” I forced myself to breath in with him, struggling to slow it down like he said. Slowly but surely, my breathing evened out, until finally, it had returned to normal.

As the panic slowly faded away, I could feel the energy drain from my body, and I nestled further into Tony’s embrace. He stroked my back gently, murmuring comforting words into my ear.

“Tony?” I didn’t even open my eyes as I whispered softly, my voice still thick and shaking. My hands gripped his shirt tightly, afraid that if I let go for more than a second, he would disappear. “Do I have to go back?”

“Never,” Tony answered immediately, his voice firm. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“Ok,” I whispered back, relaxing slightly. Tony pulled me even closer, and I let out a soft sigh, my muscles slowly relaxing. My hands released the shirt’s material, falling numbly into my lap.

Just before my exhausted body quickly slipped back into unconsciousness, I was barely able to make out a few words from Tony. “Fine. You win.”

“She’ll start training tomorrow.”

- - -

That was about four years ago. Since that day, Natasha had been training me constantly in different fighting techniques, target practice, the works. Of course, the lying and deception I’d already had down pat. Originally the plan was for me to be homeschooled, but Tony had thrown an absolute fit when he’d heard that, and considering I wasn’t exactly lacking in the mental department, we settled on just a bit of extra tutoring from Bruce every day after school.

Fury’s interest in me never went away. Because I had been so malnourished as a kid, I ended up being way too small for my age. To Fury’s absolute delight, this meant that I was more than capable of squeezing through the smallest of spaces. In other words, thanks to my size, training, and natural intelligence I was absolutely perfect for covert missions focusing on gathering information.

Tony had been absolutely furious when I’d been called on for my first mission. He’d screamed at Fury nonstop for three days until, finally, he was assured both that Nat would be with me the entire time and that he would be allowed to have a direct connection to my earpiece. He couldn’t decide whether he was thankful or disappointed that my first mission went perfectly. Of course he was happy I came back completely unharmed, but his fear that I would be forced into more and more missions due to my overwhelming success was only proven right at every turn. Still, he was always in my ear, talking me through the every single mission I ever went on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t exactly a normal teenager. Still, that being said, I don’t think I would want it any other way.

Except maybe for the Fury part. Nothing would make me happier than seeing that man get what’s coming to him. But I could worry about that later. For now, I’d just spend my time grateful that I was blessed with the best dad in the world.

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