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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Hi love your writing was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x mechanic!shy!reader

Where the reader is a mechanic for the avengers but very shy and so Steve fell in love with the mechanic and always breaks things on purpose so that the Steve can see the reader

Thx

When Steve first sees you, he stops. He stops everything he is doing just to watch you follow Tony to his workshop. And only comes back to when Sam smacks him in the arm because Steve had just stopped talking in the middle of his conversation. Bucky doesn’t say anything though, a faint smile dancing at the corner of his lips.

It doesn’t take Steve long to find out who you are. Which is a highly sought out mechanic who Bruce and Tony just needed to have working with them.

And you’re already working on a prototype for Spiderman when Steve walks in. He was here for Tony; mission succeeded with the only collateral being the gadgets Tony had given Steve beforehand. When Tony sees the broken pieces, he actually groans, catching your attention from the suit in your hands. “Steven,” Tony chides and now that your eyes are on him, the tip of Steve’s ears burn red.

“Tony,” Steve says but Tony’s already waving his hand for silence, handing the gadgets back into Steve’s big hands.

“Nope, don’t tell me, hand it over to,” Tony says your name and Steve blinks, because who?

And when Steve doesn’t move, Tony groans again like he is the only man who can keeps the world turning.

That’s when your hands brush Steve’s softly. He blinks, realizing you left your desk to go to him when he was staring Tony down. Taking the broken scraps into your hands as you give him a small smile. Steve blinks again, fingers twitching under your touch. You blush and quickly turn around from his stare, heading back to your corner with a small, “I will have this done by tomorrow.”

Tony clears his throat as Steve continues to watch after you. A smirk on his face that makes Steve roll his eyes and leave.

“You can send all the things you break to Miss,” Tony says your last name a smugness in his tone, knowing you’re not paying attention as he watches Steve almost falter in step before disappearing.

With Tony’s instructions to Steve, Bucky thinks he’s going to kill him because now Steve is a lot more reckless with his stuff on missions.

At one point, Sam swears, Steve walked up to his comm that had fell from his ear and stomped on it.

But Steve denies with a smooth smile and a broken comm fiddled between his fingers, not even stopping to debrief, as he practically skips over to the lab where everyone knows you are.

Steve walks into the lab, eyes searching for you, to your desk.

That’s where he finds you, hovering over a magnifying glass, as you re-wire one of Natasha’s shockers. Natasha's shockers were a small disc that attaches to your skin, zapping you with enough electricity to make anyone fall to their knees in less than 10 seconds. Unconscious in 30.

You look up from your soldering, meeting his gaze, your cheeks already turning red and you quickly look back down. Steve smiles, walking closer.

He goes as much as to pull a chair with him and sit in front of you. Your fingers now slightly shaking as you try and pay attention to your work and not the handsome super-soldier sitting before you.

“I have something that needs to be fixed,” He hums watching as you connect the wire together one by one.

“You- uh, you can leave it on my desk,” you nod your head to your second desk to your left, not meeting his gaze. “If you want,” you say quickly in an afterthought, not wanting to sound rude and dismissive. “I’m busy with Nat’s shockers but then I will get whatever you need done.”

Steve hums, his smile growing as he leans back in his chair, still holding to his broken stuff. “No worries, I have time.”

Your hands stop momentarily, quickly realizing he planned to stay, as he made himself comfy.

“Oh-okay.” You tried to calm your heart that was racing, hoping the super soldier with super hearing couldn’t hear it.

The next time Steve finds himself in the lab, he’s again, not empty handed.

His lips already showing a charming smile as he walks to you, placing a to-go cup on your desk that actually makes you look up from your computer.

“Thought you might want one,” he says coolly, not even hesitating to grab a chair and sit in front of you, his own cup in his hand.

You blink, lips parting a little in surprise before you nod your head, a quiet thank leaving your mouth as you take the cup gratefully. Your eyes widen then, after you take a sip, realizing he got your favorite drink.

You snap your eyes back to Steve with a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his own drink, “what are you working on?” He simply asks. He is not going to talk about him bribing Stark to know what you like to drink or eat or snack on.

You bit your lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve, before returning to your laptop. You begin to tell him how you are developing another version of Red Wing for Sam, your eyes lighting up as you get further into the details so it takes you a minute to realize you are rambling and your cheeks darken in embarrassment as you stop. “But uh, sorry, was there something you needed to be fixed?” You stumbled over your words as you look back at the super hero.

You weren’t prepared for the look on Steve’s face. Your heart skyrocketing into your throat as your face reddens more.

Steve shakes his head, “no, I don’t have anything for you fix.”

You nod, looking back to your monitor, very aware of Steve’s eyes on you.

It’s 2 am and you’re flipping through a book while simultaneously scrolling on your laptop when Steve walks in.

“How did I know I’d find you here?” Steve hums amused and you jump in your seat before meeting his eyes. “You haven’t left the lab since you got here at ten this morning.” He continues as he strides over to you. You don’t know what to say, surprised he even knew that. He rests his big hands on your desk and leans close, eyes shining with something you can’t quite place. “Let's go, you need to eat.”

He doesn’t even hesitate as he grabs your hand into his, pulling you from your seat as he leads you out of the lab. “Wait, why are you awake?” You asked, looking up to him as he walked with you.

Steve smiles, you still hadn’t let go of his hand, he presses L for lobby in the elevator with a hum. “What are you feeling? Pizza?” Not answering your question.

As you continued to see Steve a lot more, it seemed like every mission he went on something got broken, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His smile, as he walked over to you, now even sitting with you as you worked on whatever he handed you.

The more you hung out, the more you grew comfortable around him.

“You know, you’re going to bleed Stark dry with how many parts he’s got to order for me to fix things for you.” You hum softly, taking broken scraps from the super soldier’s hands as he flashed you a cheeky grin.

“Mm,” this time he hums, already sitting before you as you begin to look at the damage this time. “I think he can manage.” You giggle at his words and shake your head looking up.

“If anyone knew better, someone might think you’re breaking Stark’s tech on purpose.” You laugh again but Steve doesn’t join.

You look over at him again and see his cheeky grin is still dancing on his lips as he tilts his head.

Your mouth drops a little, “Are you?” Your face clearly showing disbelief. “Are you purposely breaking Stark tech?”

Steve’s grin turns into a smirk as he leans onto the table, closer to you. “It’s a great excuse to see you.” His words flowing effortlessly as he watches your eyes widen again.

“What?” You squeak still in disbelief at Steve’s confession.

“How about this,” he says enjoying that it took you this long to figure it out. “I’ll stop breaking stuff if you see me outside this lab.” He hums tilting his head again, eyes full of mischief.

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aurumacadicus · 2 months

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Plz post a scene of Bucky finally catching up to Steve after being taken out at the knees. Please 🙏🙏🙏

The next time there's a knock on the door, Steve is passed out on the couch with a glass of water on the coffee table. Steve didn't get to 'love on' him very long before the meds kicked in all the way.

"You can't beat him to death. He's asleep," Tony tells Bucky imperiously as he opens the door. Then he sort of chokes, taking a step back in shock.

"...I take it that Steve didn't really have time to go into the extent of the attack before he passed out," Bucky drawls, stepping past him as if Tony isn't staring at the pinned-up sleeve at his left shoulder. "Punk. I gave him his painkiller right on time and he looked me in my eyes and whacked my knee with his crutch. He'll be lucky if I beat him to death."

"Um," Tony says, because he's never really known what to say in the face of their casual violence toward each other. His friendship with Rhodey is built on the fact that they like to cuddle a lot.

Bucky looks Steve over carefully, then sighs, dropping into the chair across from him. "Well, he looks like he's in one piece. I suppose I can forgive him just this once, considering that he was so distraught when he woke up and I had to tell him he didn't have anymore letters."

Tony finds himself shrinking in embarrassment. "Oh. Well, I thought--"

"I know why the letters stopped coming, Tony," Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes. "Kid meant well, and it's not your fault, I'm just tellin' ya like it is. 's kinda why we're here when he--" He raises voice. "Should still be in the hospital!"

"Snorkmimimi," Steve answers, face still pressed unattractively into the cushion beneath him.

Bucky waves at Steve tiredly, in a 'what can you do' sort of fashion, as if Tony is not gaping at his prone body in offense for being tricked. "Shithead. Anyway, Natasha's coming with his overnight bag, and I'll explain to you all the pills he hasta take, and then you guys can have some privacy."

"Okay," Tony starts.

Steve immediately swivels into a seated position, as if he had not just been pretending to be asleep to avoid facing Bucky. "Natasha's on her way?"

"Buddy, you deserve what's coming to you," Bucky drawls, leaning back in his seat smugly.

Tony looks between them in confusion. "I thought we liked Natasha."

"She was the one who had to pick Bucky up after I took him out at the knees," Steve says morosely. "I'm so sorry Tony. You'll become a widower before we're even married."

"We're not even engaged," Tony splutters, completely bewildered. "Why is Natasha going to murder you?"

"I landed on my armless side," Bucky tells him, and Steve howls in dismay about being skinned alive and dipped in salt and vinegar like a giant Pringle before he can even fold tony in half like he'd planned all along.

"He can't even tie his own shoes," Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes, as she comes to stand beside Tony. "How the fuck is he going to fold you in half. My god."

Tony wonders why Natasha feels comfortable enough to just walk into his house, then decides he actually doesn't care, because she does not look like she's about to kill Steve and also the bag she's carrying looks large and he's hoping it's not all medicine.

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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The Type You Save - T H I R T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open! Only four more chapters after this!

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The following morning, Alex, James, Steve and Tony were in the police conference room. Alex’s leg was bouncing hard, and James put his hand over her knee. “Doll, please relax.”

“Alex, its going to be fine. The guy I’m setting you up with is a pro,” Tony said just as the doors opened.

“I am. Have a winning record and everything,” a man said as he walked in with another man. “Helmut Zemo,” he said as he offered his hand to Alex.

“Alexandra Barnes. Nice to meet you.”

“I wish it could have been under better conditions, Mrs. Barnes.” He sat across from her on the table.

“Please call me Alex.” She fidgeted with her hands. “Inspector Zemo, can you tell me how this would work?”

“Call me Helmut.” He took out a sheet of paper and handed copies to everyone. “Its pretty straight forward. Once Mr. Grey arranges his meet with you, our team will go and scout the area for all exits, compromised routes and devise a plan of action. We would put a wire, which is not actually a wire, on you so we can listen in.”

“Would she be sent in alone?” James squeezed Alex’s hand.

“If its asked of her, yes. Either way, we would have someone close to her to get her out if needed.”

“What about our son?”

“I would recommend placing him somewhere out of the way with people you trust. Alex,” Zemo looked at her. “We will do everything we can to help you and your family. Let me put your mind at ease.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an ordinary looking bracelet. “This is your wire.”

“It’s a bracelet.”

The room chuckled. “Yes, doll, but it has a listening device embedded in it. We can hear everything going on as long as it maintains skin contact,” James explained.

“How much does he have to talk for you to arrest him?”

“We just need him to threaten you.” Tony crossed his arms. “Once he does that, we can submit this to the court for a restraining order and place him under investigation.”

“He had a lot of powerful friends,” Alex remarked. “Do you think this will work?”

“Alexandra, I will be honest with you.” Zemo stood up and walked to lean on the table next to her, arms cross. “This is dangerous. I think its brave for you to do this to pin this bastard. But, as a realist, I recommend having your affairs in order. Your husband is a police officer; he can tell you how dangerous something like this really is. You must decide if going through with this investigation is the best option for you and your family.”

Alex swallowed as the fear rose, feeling the bile in her throat. She got up and ran out of the room and to the restroom next door. She fell to her knees, throwing up. She could hear the door open and close and then hands on her back. “I’m here doll. Breathe.”

The door opened and closed again, and James handed Alex a bottle of water. “Sip, doll.”

“I can’t do this. I can’t do any of this.”

“You don’t have to Allie. We can take off right now.”

Alex took a swig of water and spit it out before taking a drink. “We’d be running forever.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“We’ll never be able to settle.”

“That’s probably true.”

“You really want to live like that?”

“If it kept you and Drew and Steve safe.”

Alex took another drink. She got up and cleaned herself in the mirror. She reached for James’s hand and went back to the conference room where the guys were talking amongst themselves. “Helmut, I understand the concern. But I can’t run from my past forever. I need to do this. Tony, I would like to apply for a weapons permit. Stevie, Jamie, I would like to get some training in.”

“Are you sure doll?”

“He took my family from me. I won’t let him take this.”

Ding.

That noise was starting to grate on Alex’s nerves. The amount of fear that flooded her when she heard it made her body hurt. It had been two weeks since the meeting at the police station. Two weeks of workouts, training and learning about gun safety (at James’s insistence.) Alex had put Nat in charge of the business while she prepared.

Ding.

“For fucks sake,” she mumbled after jumping for the 20th time that day. It hadn’t been Grey this entire time and she was on edge. She went to pick up her phone and froze.

Pet, Fishermen’s Warf, Noon, Three days. A geotag was attached to the message.

She sank to the floor. Three days. Three days with her family. Three days to make the arrangements. She screenshot the message and sent to the guys. She got up and went to make Drew’s after school snack. The door flew open 20 minutes later. Alex kept her head down.

“Doll?”

“Hi love.”

“Allie, look at me.”

Alex dragged her head up to look at her husband. Who looked like his heart had been torn out. Her lip trembled. “Jamie…”

James pulled her close as she began to cry. “Everything is going to be ok, understand. Tony and Zemo are already casing the area to map everything. Steve is already getting your weapon ready for practice. We are going to get through this.”

“Jamie, we have to go see the lawyer.”

“No.”

“James…”

“I said no. We don’t need to because nothing is going to happen. You will do the meet and then come home. Please Alex,” he held her head in his hands, lacing his fingers in her hair. “Don’t.”

“We have to. We have to because we have a son who needs to be cared for in case anything happens.” Alex turned her face enough to kiss James’s palm. “It gives me peace of mind.”

“I hate this.”

“I do too.”

After getting their will and trust together, Alex and James went to meet the rest of the team at the wharf. “This asshole knows how to pick them,” Tony commented.

“That’s not helping Stark,” James replied.

“I know, sorry, it’s just… this leaves a lot of things opened. There are too many routes in and out, too many people and too many ways for that little weasel to escape or take her with him. Just the water alone makes this impossible.”

“So, what she doesn’t meet him?” Steve asks.

“She doesn’t have a choice.”

“Ok, just walk me through it,” Allie asked.

They walked the wharf, Tony and Zemo pointing out potential exits and blind spots. All the information made Alex’s head spin. She knew how to case an area. Hell, she did it for four years without giving it a second thought. But the thought that it was all to protect her made her continuously nauseous.

“Alex, I have to say it.”

“Please don’t Tony. I get it. With my past, I get it. This doesn’t look good.” She looked around. “If I was a thief, this would be perfect.”

“Alex, its best if we just go straight forward with Grey,” Zemo commented. “We will have you wired, and the place surrounded. It would be the best we can do.”

She nodded. “I guess.”

“I’ll be escorting you Ale,” Steve said. “It’s better if Bucky doesn’t go anywhere near this guy. He’ll drive you in though.”

“I – I think I want to go back home now.” Alex kept a stiff upper lip but inside she was dying. She understood what was going to happen. She would walk out but not by herself. She needed the next couple of days with her husband and son.

The next couple of days were a whirlwind of emotions. Alex kept it in check in front of Drew. They went to the zoo, the park, anywhere except near the water, building memories for them to have. The night before, Alex packed Drew’s bag to take to Nat and Wanda’s. She wrote a note to him.

My baby Drew,

If you are reading this, momma had to go away for a little bit and I’m sorry that I didn’t get to say goodbye. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can my baby boy. Please listen to your dad and Uncle Steve. They will take care of you. Keep working at school. You are so smart, and I know you’ll do great things.

Please don’t be mad at your dad. He tried. I know he did.

I love you,

Momma.

As they dropped him off, Alex handed the note along with some other cards and envelopes. “Just in case,” she said to Nat.

“Don’t say that. Please, Ale, you’re gonna be fine.”

“I know. I just can’t leave without knowing he’ll be ok.”

“He will be. He’ll be better when you get back.” Nat hugged her friend hard.

“Please take care of them,” she whispered. “Promise me.”

“I promise. Won’t need to because you’re coming back but I will.”

They let go. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Alex was silent on the way back home. Steve was staying with Tony to give the couple more privacy. It was the last night, even if James was in denial that nothing was going to happen. Alex knew. She had known how Grey operated. He was going to take what he believed was his no matter what.

James made love to Alex that night slow, lingering kisses, feather-like touches, whispers sad in the night. When she was asleep, he watched her, memorizing every line, freckle, the curve of her lip, every stand of hair. He was afraid to sleep, that she would disappear again.

He woke with a start. He looked at Alex was gone. “Allie!” He got up and put on some boxers. “Allie!”

“I’m right here.” She was sitting in the window seat, grasping a mug.

“Baby?”

“I couldn’t sleep anymore. I just wanted to watch the sunrise.”

James lifted her up and sat her on his lap, her back to his front, holding on to her. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m scared.” Her voice is small.

James holds her tighter. “I know.”

“What if…”

“No doll. Nothing is going to happen. You hear the offer, you walk away.” He intertwines their hands. He studies their wedding bands, the engagement ring still shining up at them.

“Promise me he won’t get to Drew.” She can feel the tears forming in her eyes.

“Nat and Wanda will have Drew. I’m putting them into a safe-house today. They will be ok.”

Alex twists to look at James. “Jamie, I…”

“It’s ok doll. Don’t say it, I know.” He kisses her forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you. Family…”

“Over everything.” She reaches up to kiss him. It’s not the last time. But it feels like it.

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nessieart · 2 months

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tooth&claw chapter 1.

Read TEETH first

t&c Masterlist.

Summary: you and Sam Wilson have been following up on intel about old HYDRA bases around North and South America for the last several months, with no sign of Bucky Barnes. Wrapping up your last lead, you and Sam attempt to head back to New York, but are stopped on your way by a few mysterious people. They have more information for you than you bargained for.

WC: 5.7k

Pairings: Tony Stark x Shifter!Reader

Age of Ultron

Warnings: Canon typical violence, language!, blood, mentions of death, alcohol use, fluff, angst. No Y/N used. Use of nicknames(Poppy, Flowers)

You were sitting on Tony’s lab desk, waiting for him to finish maintenance on one of his Iron Man thrusters, so you both could go out to dinner. He said he made reservations at some fancy new restaurant downtown because, of course he did. The black dress you wore was simple, halter tied behind your neck, with an open back, and the tulle skirt flowed just below your knees. Your wedge heels dangled from your toes as you hummed to the music that JARVIS had playing softly in the background.

Just as Tony finished with his last gauntlet, former SHIELD agent Maria Hill, now assistant to one Tony Stark, strolled in. Her heels clicking in a confident stride - you’re sure you’ll never master- towards her boss. Tony raised an eyebrow at her as he set his tools down, safety glasses coming off to be replaced with his normal glasses.

“What's the ‘sitch? Got something new for me?” Tony rolled his chair out from the desk and stood next to your legs, a hand resting on your thigh as he spoke to Maria.

“Just received some intel about a new active HYDRA base, boss,” Maria supplied, she tapped a few things on her StarkPad and a big hologram of what looked like a castle floated in the area around the three of you.

Since the fall of SHIELD, The Avengers have been scoping out old HYDRA bases all across the world. Their main goal was to find Loki's missing scepter - the mind controlling one. Four barren bases down, and 7 months later, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Tony lets out a low whistle, squeezing your thigh before he circles the hologram projected in the lab. His eyes are calculating, scanning the image with practiced ease as he peers over the top of his glasses. His hands come up, and he manipulates the image, making it smaller and taking layers away. “What am I looking at, exactly? New vacation home, Hill?” He teases.

“A little too cold for my liking,” she says without missing a beat. Her fingers move quickly, and another few images appear in the air. “Intel says this is actually a HYDRA base hidden in the mountains outside of Novi Grad.”

When you make a face, Tony speaks up, “Sokovia, honey,” and you nod. Geography was never your strong suit. “Show me something, JARVIS.”

Suffice it to say, dinner would have to wait.

***

“Another dead end,” Sam sighs, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. He leans back against the railing next to you and adjusts his sunglasses. You scrub a hand down your face, resting your forearms on the railing, and heave a sigh, too.

"This is the fourth city in however many months, Sammy,” your tone is defeated and sad. You can feel him looking at you, but you don’t turn your head. “He's a highly trained ex-assassin. If he doesn’t want to be found, we won’t find any trace of him. Ever.” You chance a glance, and you see his shoulders fall. You know he’s not the biggest fan of Bucky, but he promised Steve he would follow up on the leads they had. No matter where they took you.

And right now, you and Sam were in Cuba, another cold trail of old HYDRA safe houses and small operation locations left to collect dust. Your intel said it was an abandoned barbershop, but nothing stood in front of you but an empty building. The skeletal remains of a barbershop long since packed in.

There aren't many people on this side of town, and even fewer cars. The 1950s-style cars stood out like sore thumbs when you first arrived a few days ago, but now a welcome sight whenever you would pass one by. The red corvette a block away was brighter than the others. A man in a black suit casually leaned against the driver side door, his arms crossed at his chest. You could swear he was looking at you both, but it was hard to tell with the sunglasses clouding his eyes. You shook your head and turned back towards Sam.

The evening sun setting did little to lessen the heat, and you ran the back of your hand across your forehead, “We should get back to the jet. They should be back from Sokovia by now.”

Sam could tell you were itching to get home. He put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed, “c’mon, let’s get a late dinner, and then we can head home in the morning.” You agreed and went to follow Sam down the sidewalk, glancing one more time behind you toward the corvette, only for it to not be there.

At dinner, the conversation is minimal. You and Sam could sit in companionable silence for a while, getting lost in your own heads.

You haven't given up looking for your brother, Leon, but his trail was as cold as Bucky's. Everything ends in a dead-end no matter where you searched.

The streets of Havana were alive and thriving as music flowed from bars up and down the street. It brought a smile to your face as you glanced up and down the road.

“I've noticed him, too,” Sam says abruptly, pulling you from your thoughts. When you look up at him, he's staring down the street, and you follow his gaze. You see the same man from earlier. His hands in his slack pockets and leaning against the cherry red corvette.

“Since when?” You ask without taking your eyes off the stranger.

“When we arrived,” and your head whips around to Sam, eyes wide and brows furrowed. How haven't you noticed? Some guy has been tailing you both for 3 days, and you were completely oblivious.

Sam places a few hundred pesos on the table and gets up, and you follow his lead. As you both make your way down the street opposite of your mystery man, you can't help but glance over your shoulder to check if he's still there. It isn't until you round the corner that you stop, you feel it, then; the eyes on you like you're under a microscope. It makes the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand on end.

Sam notices you stopped, and before he can question it, a woman steps out from behind a car. Her stance says nonchalance, but you've been around for a long time to not judge a book by its cover. Peggy Carter taught you that.

You step in front of Sam, sticking your arm out to stop him from advancing. The woman rounds her shoulders when you take the step forward, and a rumble fills your chest.

“What do you want?” You shout over to her, her lips curl up into a smirk, and she tilts her head. She steps into the streetlight, and you get a better look at her. She's Asian and maybe in her late 30s, her hands are balled into fists, and you think she seems ready to enjoy fighting you.

Out of the shadows behind the woman, the man from earlier steps into the light, “We just want to talk,” you didn't even know he was there. What is it with this guy? He gives you a reassuring smile, hands still stuffed in his finely pressed suit pants.

Of course. You scoff, “SHIELD died in the ashes along with HYDRA, I don't think we can help you, man.”

“SHIELD?” Sam asks, so only you hear, his hand goes to your shoulder, “Maybe we should hear them out.”

“If you believed that,” he continued, “The Avengers wouldn't be out there clearing out active bases or getting Loki's Scepter from Sokovia.” He brings his hand to his chest and rubs at a spot absent-mindedly. The woman next to him gives him a concerned sideways glance before he nods and returns his hands to his pockets.

“How do you know about all that?” Sam asks, and when he goes to step around you, you grab his wrist to stop him.

“Who do you think Maria Hill was getting her information from?” The man gives a simpering smile, like you should know better.

“We don't have anything to give you. Like I said, we can't help you,” you go to push Sam behind you so you both could leave. A heavy sigh stops you. The woman takes another step closer to you and looks over her shoulder.

“Sir?” She asks, and when he hums in affirmation, the woman lunges to get to you.

“Sam, go!” You push him, and in the next movement, you're blocking a punch to your face with your forearm. You push the woman back by her chest and send her flying back to the man's feet.

His eyebrows raise, “you good, May?”

The woman, May, grunts in frustration and climbs to her feet, offensive stance ready to lunge at you again.

“Get to the jet,” you tell Sam. He goes to protest, but you cut him off, “I'll be fine, i'll meet you at the rendezvous point.” You look over your shoulder at him when he doesn't move, “Sammy go!”

Sam stumbles back to get ready to run, “you better show up, or Stark will have my head,” and he turns on his heel and runs, leaving you with May and the mystery man in the alley.

As soon as Sam is out of sight and earshot, the man in the suit steps towards you. You growl, it fills your chest, and the man puts up both hands in surrender.

“Whatever you have to say, say it from over there,” you tell him, but he takes another few steps to put himself between you and his friend.

He gives you an easy-going smile, eyebrows creased in worry, “it's not that simple, Agent Jones.” You scoff a laugh and pace away from him. “It's about your brother,” he says hesitantly when you don't stop.

You go rigid, skin rippling, and claws threatening to come out, “what did you say?” When he doesn't answer, you turn to face him, eyes shining blue as you growl at him and his companion.

They don't seem at all surprised by your appearance, “Please, come with us. We have a good idea of where he is. It's more complicated than you think it is,” he tries to placate you again. He gives you a reassuring smile, and when you look at his companion, she crosses her arms in front of her chest and raises an unamused eyebrow at you.

You heave a heavy sigh and drop your head, “Fine,” you mumble out, “I'll go with you.”

***

One phone call to Sam, and an hour later, you stood in an empty field with Agents May and Coulson. After the earful you got from Sammy when you told him to head home without you, the two former Agents of SHIELD told you about what they've been doing behind the scenes -give or take a few details.

Sam was adamant about you not going, but he also didn't want you to miss out on an opportunity to find your brother. Even if the chances were low, there was still a chance.

Agent Coulson, or Phil as he introduced himself, had told you him and his team had been chasing down a group called Centipede for the last few years. He had said he thinks it's finally come to an end with the fall of HYDRA and a man named John Garrett. Who apparently was an evil Mastermind who had his fingers in a lot of pies, so to speak.

They led you to an empty lot, seemingly nothing in the vicinity until Phil pulled a small fob out of his pocket and a quinjet shimmered into existence.

“Should I be concerned about a missing jet, Phil?” You asked. He gave you a sidelong glance and a smirk to match. He shrugged and led the way on board. May insisted you go before her before she closed the hatch after you all entered.

It was a short few minute flight to a larger aircraft that shimmered into existence as the quintet approached and landed on top. A hatch opened on the floor leading down into the aircraft below. As your feet touched the soft carpet at the bottom of the stairs, your gaze landed on a multitude of people around the lounge-like area.

“Welcome to the Bus,” Phil informed you, coming to your side and laying a hand on your lower back. “Skye,” he called out, and a young woman - maybe in her 20s - stood up from the couch with a laptop in hand and followed. Phil ushered you away from curious gazes to another room filled with monitors and computers.

Doors slid shut behind you as the three of you occupied the space. The glass walls did little to stop the prying eyes of those on board from sharing glances and hushed words with each other.

Coulson introduced you to Skye, giving her your name and the reason you were here. He praised Skye at being a veritable genius when it came to computers and her hacking abilities, a proud glint in his eye. She ducked her head a little with a small smile.

Her fingers worked fast over her keyboard, only glancing up at you once or twice while you waited.

Who do you think she is?

Obviously, the agent Coulson told us about.

Yeah, but who is she?

Not sure, why don't you go in an’ ask, Trip?

Oh, don't tease him, Fitz. She's obviously here for the information Skye was asked to gather.

But, do you think she's really an agent?

You smirked, “you told them I was an agent?” Gesturing out at the group of people huddled in low conversation.

And when Coulson looked over at the group, they dispersed with hurried chatter. Phil smirked.

“Aren't you?” The girl, Skye asked as she arched an eyebrow at you, then looked to Coulson. He smiled in return. “Isn't she?”

“I haven't been part of SHIELD for a very long time,” you leaned a hip against the desk and crossed your arms over your chest. You took a whiff around the small space, not coming up with anything. Your brows furrowed as you looked between Phil and Skye.

You thought you were imagining it, Phil not smelling like anything. Thinking maybe the wind carried it away. But now, with him standing so close, you were positive there wasn't anything there. You stepped closer to him, picking up his hand and scenting the inside of his wrist. There was something faint, like a long forgotten book or newspaper, leather bound and dusty, ink fading with time, and the hint of vanilla. Soft and subtle. And you wouldn't have smelled it if you didn't lean into his wrist more.

“Uh,” he eyed you, a frown pulling at his lips when you let him go. “What was that for?”

“I can barely smell you,” you stared at him, head tilting to the side, “either of you. What happened?” concern filling your voice as you stared at him.

He cleared his throat, hand smoothing down the tie around his neck, “I died; is what happened,” Your eyes must have been the size of saucers because he gave you a sympathetic smile. “I'm fine, really.”

“And you? Did you die, too?” You asked Skye. She avoided your gaze and made a noncommittal noise. “Must be something in the water..” You tried to lighten the mood a little.

Skye finished her tapping and turned towards the big monitor in the room, “This is what I've found so far,” she cleared her throat a little, looking back at you as you scanned the screen.

There was an older man, relatively handsome, his shoulder leaning against the side of a building. His hands stuffed in his slacks, the trench coat he wore billowing in the wind, frozen in time. The picture was taken from a cell phone, most likely accidently catching the image of the mystery man. His eyes seemed to glow as the shadows cast the upper portion of his body in darkness.

His hair was dirty blond, gray at the temples, and slicked back in a nice coif. His beard was littered with gray hair, but it didn't take away from his attractiveness.

Another image popped up next. The mystery man had his back to the camera now, glancing back over his shoulder as his eyes glowed more. Next to him now was none other than Leon, eyes shining in adoration as he leaned into the touch of the man with his hand on his face.

You felt your hackles raise, a low growl escaping your lips when another photo appeared. Another photo popped up next to that one. They kissed, which isn't new for you, but the very visible bite mark on Leons neck was enough for you to snap.

“His name is Deacon Frost,” Skye began, “current residence is some plantation his family owned - in Louisiana. It goes back at least 100 years. According to the records I found, he has a whole load of people living there. Whether it's staff or otherwi-”

“Vampires,” you cut her off. Another growl sounds deep in your chest.

Skye looked back at you, eyes wide, “No way. Seriously, vampires? They don't exist,” she scoffed. When she looked at Coulson, he was already looking at you.

“You knew,” you told him.

He pursed his lips, “I had my suspensions. Theories,” and when you raised your eyebrow at him, he sighed. “OK, ok. I wasn't one hundred percent sure until you confirmed it.”

“Wait, you're serious?”

“I'm always serious.”

“Coulson!”

You pursed your lips, “I normally don't do this to new people but,” the skin on your arm rippled from your shoulder to your fingertips, claws coming out as the fur made its way down your arm like a wave.

You wiggled your fingers, knuckles cracking with a roll of your wrist. It was always harder to Shift during a new moon. It definitely hurt more.

You looked from Coulson to Skye. The former's expression filled with delight and a small smile. But Skye.

“What the hell? What the hell are you?” She all but shrieked and stepped away to the far corner as fast as she could.

“Welcome to the world of the Supernatural,” you shrugged, shaking Your arm out as the fur along it reseeded and flesh took over once more. “There's more than just vampires out there.”

***

With Coulson's instructions, Skye put everything she had onto a flash drive for you. You'd figure out more when you got home, and JARVIS could give it another once over. When she was finished, she slid it across the table top, not wanting to step closer to you. You sighed and pocketed the USB stick, gave a curt nod in thanks.

“Thanks for this,” you said, “but you could have called. You do know where I live,” you smirked at Coulson.

Coulson guided you out of the room, leading you through the lounge and up a spiral staircase, and into another room. It was a spacious office, Coulson's name plate gleamed on the desk.

He sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms over his chest, “it's hard to come calling when the majority of your housemates think I'm still dead.”

You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing several times. “What do you mean they think you're dead?”

“Fury thought it best to never tell anyone,” he shrugged. “That included all of SHIELD and the Avengers.”

“What about the people that cared about you?”

Phil shrugged again, “Anyone that used to be in my life, outside of SHIELD or otherwise, knows I died. And will always know it.”

He gave you a leveling stare. It made your hair stand on end.

“You can't expect me to keep this from Tony,” you shook your head. “If you know what I am, and I think you do, you know what he means to me. I can't - you can't ask me to keep this from him.”

“You're right, I can't. Just don't go out of your way to bring me up,” Phil gives you a sad smile and paces toward you to put a hand on your shoulder. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your brother. I know you'll find him,” he gave your shoulder a squeeze.

You returned his sad smile and gave a shirt nod. After a moment, you cleared your throat, “ok, well, how am I supposed to get home? Don't suppose you're going to drop me off at the front door.”

Coulson laughed, and nodded his head towards the door, “C'mon.”

“Sir, we're ready,” May's voice came through the intercom as you went to leave the office. Coulson led you back down to the lounge and then another spiral staircase to the loading bay.

You pass between a van and the same red corvette from earlier in the day, running a finger down the body and coming to a stop next to Coulson. He hits a button, and the bay doors open, wind whips through the garage violently, and when the door fully opens, you see a quinjet hover a few dozen feet away.

Sam stands at the opening of the quinjets ramp, his hand gripping a handle so he doesn't fly out. He gives a nod, and Coulson returns it.

“It was nice to meet you, Phil, but I think my rides here,” you shout over the roaring wind. You go to take a step back to get a running start, but he calls your name, and you stop.

“You'll find him, I know you will,” he gives you a smile, and you place your hand on his arm and give a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” when you look back, you can see his team standing behind some glass and on top of the mezzanine, and you look to Phil again, “it was nice to meet you.”

You take a few steps back to get a running start, you sprint, leaping from the edge of the Bus. weightlessness filling you as the harsh winds carry your body from one place to another. And just when you think you start to free fall, your hand grips Sam's arm, and he catches you in his grip, bringing you in for a one-armed hug.

“You're crazy, you know that?” He huffs a big laugh into your hair as you hug him back.

Your forehead rests on his chest, “I'm just keeping you on your toes, Fly Guy,” you chuckle. He gives you another squeeze, and when you both look back out into the sky, the Bus shimmers from existence and disappears.

“C'mon, Baby Girl, let's go home.”

***

"’Boom! Are you looking…’ why do I even talk to you guys?” Rhodey is met with silence, and he sighs, “Everywhere else that story kills.”

“That's the whole story?” Point Break smirks over his beer.

Poor Rhodey, he tries. “Yeah, it's a War Machine story.”

“Well, it's very good then,” Thor laughs, “It's impressive.”

“Quality save. So, no Pepper? She's not coming?”

Pepper? Why on earth would he bring her up? Rhodey has met you multiple times. He seemed to love you. At least that's the impression Tony got. He hasn't talked to Pepper in a while. He knows you two talk all the time.

It's not weird. Don't make it weird.

“No,” simple. Smooth Tony.

“Hey, what about Jane? Poppy? Where are the ladies, gentlemen?” Maria cuts in. Now Tony knows for a fact you and Hill get along.

“Well, Miss Potts has a company to run,” smoothing his tie down a bit, “And Poppy is chasing ghosts in…um..” Where did you and Wilson go off to this time?

Thor shifts from foot to foot, “Yes, I'm not even sure what country Jane's in, either. Her work on the Convergence has made her the world's foremost astronomer.”

Tony hums.

“There's even talk of Jane getting a... um, uh... Nobel prize.”

“Yeah, they...they must be busy because they'd hate missing you guys get together.” She fakes a sneeze, what is this, the early 2000s? “Oh, excuse me.”

“Want a lozenge?” Rhodey fake comforts her as she nods. They both share a quiet chuckle, “Let's go.”

“But Jane's better,” Thor says into his mug.

Tony's eye twitches, Thor hasn't even met you yet. What does he know?

Nothing.

He looks around the party, avoiding eye contact to not further this conversation with Thor at all costs. He notices Sam Wilson ascending the stairs and meeting up with Steve.

Where the hell were you? Fashionably late was his thing. Surely you were around here somewhere.

***

“You go on up, Sammy. I need to change out of this, and I'll see you up there,” you wave him off as you step off the elevator to your and Tony's floor. Sam waved a ‘see you later’ as the doors closed.

He was smart and packed extra clothes, just in case.

You needed a moment for yourself anyway. The last few days are taking a toll on you mentally. Not finding any sign of Bucky after months of searching, and now new information about your brother, Leon, have surfaced. You just needed a quiet few minutes to yourself.

You dug the flash drive from your pocket as you passed the Smart Table in the room.

“Hey, JARVIS, I've got something I'd like you to take a look at when you have the time,” you said as you plugged it into the top USB port. The holographic keyboard and display came to life as you did. “It's got info about my brother on it. I can check back in later with you about it, ok?”

You retreated to the bedroom as you talked to JARVIS, shedding your boots and tactical outfit as you went.

The shower was heavenly. Rinsing the day off yourself always felt nice. But you had a party to attend, at least that's what the message from Tony had said a few days ago when they got back from Sokovia.

On the bed were two outfits, one you're sure Nat had picked for you, and the other Tony. Smirking, you put on your go-to.

A pair of dark, high waisted slacks and an oversized burgundy turtleneck. Your combat boots would have to do. No way were you wearing heels just to go upstairs and see your friends.

Once ready, you made your way back towards the elevators. Checking one last time at the progress JARVIS was making. You noticed a bunch of files open, more information being downloaded than before.

“Thanks, J! I'll go through all that with you later,” you call out as you enter the lift. You hit the button for the right floor and wait. The soft chime of the lift stopping, has you straightening.

The music wasn't as loud as you'd thought it would. Only a few people noticed you stepping off the elevator. No one you knew, however.

As you scanned the large lounge, you noticed Sam and Steve on the loft. They lifted their hands in greeting, and you gave a small wave.

“There she is!” Called a voice to your right, Maria and Rhodes met you halfway, and you gave them a hug.

“Maria, James. Good to see you,” you looked around a little, trying to find the man you came home to see.

“He's at the bar,” Maria nudged your arm. You gave her a grateful smile and excused yourself.

Tony wasn't paying attention when you found yourself standing behind him, his hands fidgeting with the glass in front of him.

“This seat taken, handsome?”

He straightened, glancing over his shoulder slightly, “Actually, I was just waiting for my girlfriend,” he turned fully to face you, eyes lighting up as he looked at you. “She's very possessive, y’know. Gets pretty bite-y when she doesn't get her way.”

You hummed as you stepped closer to him, fingers lightly running up his tie, “Think I can handle myself,” you step closer and one of Tony's hands finds your waist, pulling you in more. You pout up at him, peaking through your lashes, “And I don't get bite-y when I don't get my way.”

He chuckles, and you feel it vibrate through you, his free hand coming up to your face, and his thumb rubs across your cheek.

“I missed you, Pretty Girl,” Tony's hand cups your face and you lean into the touch. He leans in and runs his nose along yours, and a sigh leaves your chest.

“Missed you too, Tones.”

“Ahem,” a voice loudly calls from behind the bar. “OK, love birds, you're making everyone else jealous.”

Natasha smirks at you when you look over Tony's shoulder at her. He pulls you into his side as he turns to face her and reaches into his suit jacket pocket, placing a one hundred dollar bill on the countertop.

Nat's perfectly manicured fingers land on the bill, and she slides it over and places it inside of her blouse.

“Bet him you'd wear my outfit tonight,” She's still smirking. “I'll make you a drink.”

Tony, you and Natasha talked for a while, losing time while catching up and sharing drinks. They told you about what went down in Sokovia, from the advanced HYDRA weapons to Strucker's experimenting on humans with Loki's Scepter. Down in Strucker's lab, there was advanced robotics work, scraps, and heaps of salvaged material from the Battle of New York.

And a few more small details as well.

“Wait, wait,” you gasped between laughs, hand clutching Tony's arm to keep yourself upright. “He really said that? Language! Like you're 5?” You giggled again when Nat and Tony both nodded.

Tony pursed his lips, trying to hide the smile that spread across his face, hand resting on the back of your chair.

Bruce came over shortly after, his eyes only seeing Natasha, so you and Tony excused yourselves and made the rounds.

You met a few new people, including Dr. Helen Cho, who was in town for a conference, from South Korea.

***

Hours later, you were sitting in the loveseat between Tony and Rhodey. A casual and easy conversation flowed as everyone wound down from the evening's festivities.

You placed your finished Chinese food container on the coffee table in front of you. A sigh of contentment left you as you settled back in the seat.

“But, it's a trick!” Clint yells out, pulling you and Rhodey from conversation.

Thor chuckles from his spot next to Steve on the couch, “Oh, no. It's much more than that.”

“Uh, ‘Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!’ Whatever, man! It's a trick,” Clint snarks.

“Well please, be my guest.”

Tony places his arm behind you on the chair, “Come on.”

Clint raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh this is gonna be beautiful,” Rhodey says from beside you.

“Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up,” Tony's comment makes everyone around chuckle.

Clint struggles for a moment as he tries to lift Thor's hammer, “I still don't know how you do it.”

“Smell the silent judgment?”

“Please, Stark, by all means,” Clint places his hands on his hips as he challenges Tony.

You roll your eyes as Tony makes a show of getting up and peeling off his suit jacket. You willingly take it and drape it over your shoulders, letting his scent fill your nose.

Tony tries and fails to lift Mjolnir. Even with the help of Rhodes and their gauntlets.

Next was Bruce, and he fails, pretending to Hulk out in the process. You give him a sympathetic smile at his attempt.

Steve was next, and you swore you thought it budged, but he relents and sits back down next to Thor.

Thor sighs in relief, and he looks to you, and all eyes land on you after.

“No way, I have enough things to worry about, thank you,” your hands come up in defense.

“Widow?” Bruce asks, and she leans back, taking a sip of her beer.

“Oh, no, no. That's not a question I need answered.”

Tony picks you up bridal style and places you on his lap as he takes your seat, “All deference to the man who wouldn't be king, but it's rigged.”

Clint nods, “You bet your ass.”

“Steve, he said a bad language word,” Maria mocks and points to Clint. Everyone chuckles.

Steve gives Tony an exasperated glare, “Did you tell everyone about that?” You giggle from your spot on Tony's lap, and Steve shakes his head.

Thor gets up and easily flips the hammer around in his grip, grinning as he scans around the group, “You're all not worthy.”

There's a chorus of boos and disagreement as Thor just chuckles at everyone.

Then there's a loud screeching noise, like microphone feedback, but ten times worse, and everyone covers their ears. You let out a whine as it stops, and Tony runs his hands up and down your arms.

As the screeching fades, there's a thumping coming from the hall, a metallic voice fills the air, and Steve stands on high alert.

“Worthy... No, how could you be worthy?” it's a beat-up Legion suit. An arm is missing and leaking fluid. There's parts missing from its body, and the face is scratched and marred. “You're all killers.”

“Stark,” Steve says in his Captain voice, his stance wide.

Tony sets you down on your feet, placing himself in front of you as he pulls out his phone, “JARVIS.”

The metallic voice of the Legionnaire continues, “I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?”

Tony starts tapping at his phone, “Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit.”

“There was a terrible noise…” the Legionnaire says, “and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”

Steve takes a step closer, “You killed someone?”

“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor's voice booms.

A recording of Tonys voice plays from the suit, "I see a suit of armor around the world."

Bruce looks at Tony, shock on his face, “Ultron!”

“In the flesh,” the suit - Ultron - says, "Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission.

“What mission?” Nat asks.

“Peace in our time.”

***

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AN: boy!! This took so long for me to finish. I knew where I wanted to go, but I just couldn't get it out there! Thank you for reading, it means so much to me!! More to come soon!

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Make it up to you

Blog Details + My Library

Steve Rogers x fem!black!reader

word count: 1k

warning(s): cursing, oral (fem receiving), not proofread

I wonder if Tony knows these debriefings would be a lot more bearable if they weren’t so boring. Like, where’s the team spirit? Where’s the excitement of yet another successful mission? And here comes Steve’s ass. Every time it’s his turn to talk he always says something about me.

“Stardust?”

Told you.

“Yes, Captain?” A sarcastic smile upon my face.

“You need to pay more attention to your surroundings. That agent was right behind you, and you didn’t even know.” Bullshit!

I was completely aware of my surroundings and had the situation under control. I felt the guy’s presence and I was about to give him a surprise when Mr. Holier Than Thou decided to come and “save the day”.

“Yes sir.” I roll my eyes continue zoning out.

He blabs some more, doesn’t call anyone else out, and then we were finally dismissed after two and a half hours. I’ve never left a room so fast.

A hand lands on my shoulder. I raise my elbow to their face but stop an inch from it. I side eye and see Natasha.

“There’s my favorite spider.” I lower my arm and turn to face her with a genuine smile.

“You let him get to you.”

We start walking towards the bar in the common area.

“No,” stretching out the ‘o’, “I actually kept my comments to myself.”

“Yes, but you were shooting daggers at him for the rest of the meeting.” She sits down on the stool, and I go behind the counter. Vodka. Vodka. Where’s the Vodka?

“Staring at me during meeting, Romanoff? I knew you had a crush on me.” A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. I pour a shot for the both of us and right as I’m about to throw it back…

“Isn’t it a bit early to be drinking?”

I stare at him with the most irritated look I can conjure.

“And with that, I will be taking this,” I lift my shot up in the air, “To my room.”

I give him one last look before walking to the elevator. He’s such a pretentious dick. You would think that since he’s from the 40s that he would have more manners. Well, actually, I heard husbands used to abuse their wives, but no one talks about it much. They must keep up their All American Dream façade.

I need a distraction. As soon as I get to my room, I waste no time. I set the shot glass on the dresser and look around. Right now seems like a more perfect time than any to take down my braids. I mean it’s already 4 which means that I’ll most likely be doing this all night, but whatever. Tomorrow is my day off anyway.

I grab the remote to turn the tv on. Let’s have an 80s movie marathon. Maybe it’ll calm my nerves. 80s. What a great decade besides the racism, homophobia, and economic status. Let’s see, School Daze? I should be halfway through detangling by the time the movie is over.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

The fuck? I walk over and open my door. I roll my eyes and turn back around but leave the dorm open.

“Steven Grant Rogers. To what do I owe this pleasure?” My butt hits the bed and I look at him.

“You’re mad at me.” He closes the door behind him.

“Oh, no. No, no, no. I’m pissed at you. BIG difference. I don’t understand why you pick on me and it’s only me.” He walks up to me and gets down on his knees so that we’re in eye level of each other.

“I’m sorry babe,” He leans in and pecks me on the lips, “I just don’t want them to catch on to us.”

I kiss him back and widen my legs so he can get between them.

“Why can’t you do and also pick on other people? It’s starting to feel racially motivated.” He rolls his eyes and pulls me closer to him.

“You say that every time something doesn’t go your way.”

“Because it’s true!” I move out of his hold and lay in the middle of the bed.

“You’re being dramatic.” His hands creep up to the bottom of my suit.

“Wooooow so now we’re being openly racist.” My bottoms are off and he places a kiss on my clothed core.

“I’m sorry, doll. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Suggestiveness in his tone.

His kisses move down the inside of my thigh while he pulls my underwear down. I look down and embarrassingly enough there a wet patch.

“I can think of a few things.” I respond, almost breathless.

A kitten lick to my clit has my back arching. I grab ahold of the comforter below me and tighten with each pass through my folds.

“Oh, fuck,” My eyes shut up my hand reaches down to his hair.

His tongue slowly swirls around my bud while his index and middle finger stroke equally as slow. His free hand is around my thigh. The contact, no matter how miniscule, turns me on more. The second his tongue leaves my clit I feel a throb. I whine at the loss, but if finger quickly replaces his tongue as he cleans up the slick that has dripped out of me.

The pressure on my clit is just right as has me enclosing his head in my thighs.

“Faster,” a clear shakiness in my voice. His obliges. His cheek is laid on my thigh, breath fanning over my pussy as his finger picks up speed. A squelching noise is heard, but the pleasure is too overwhelming for me to be embarrassed.

I feel his position shift on the bed. I look down and see him focused on my clit when his eyes flicker up to me. He looks so submissive, and the sight alone makes the band snap and my orgasm washes over me. With a chaste kiss to my clit, he sits up rubs my thighs to calm the shaking.

“Am I forgiven?”

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omg-just-peachy · 2 years

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Please, 15 or 23 for for Steve and Tony💚🥺

23 // putting their chin of the other's shoulder

****

The thing about their height difference is that for all Tony tries to ignore it, Steve loves to remind him of it.

When Tony is working, Steve will always inevitably appear with questions, resting his head on Tony's shoulder to peer at the day's project. Steve's bent down low enough that Tony wonders about the state of his knees, what with Steve being a centenarian and all.

No matter what Tony's doing these days, Steve is right there, curious and eager to learn, comfortable enough with Tony now to get right in his space, their faces so close together that Tony could...

Well, Tony could do a lot of things that he doesn't let himself think about.

Steve rests his head on Tony's shoulder mid-meeting to let him know that he sees that Tony is actually drawing Fury rescuing a cat from a tree and not, in fact, taking diligent notes. When Tony turns his head and sees a grinning Steve Rogers, his heart backflips.

Steve rests his head on Tony's shoulder when he's presenting a plan, when he's detailing upgrades to Cap's suit, nodding enthusiastically when Tony explains why the suit needs a heating mechanism. (What if Steve is stranded somewhere and can't keep warm?) Tony isn't risking it, and it makes him feel warm all over to see the way Steve looks at him when he explains his thinking.

Steve lets his head rest on Tony's shoulder when he's looking for coffee in the pantry, waiting his turn for a full mug.

He rests his head on Tony's shoulder when he finds Tony peering at a recipe over the tops of his reading glasses when it's his turn to make the team dinner, offering advice and soft-spoken suggestions so close to Tony's ear he has to actively repress a shiver.

Steve rests his head on Tony's shoulder just about every time he gets the chance.

It's a little off putting, actually.

Not because Tony doesn't want Steve so close to him, but because he very much wants Steve so close to him.

Every time Steve feels comfortable enough to get so close to him, Tony is pretty sure he can feel his blood humming through his veins. His heart pounds and his cheeks heat up, and there's simply no way that Steve, with all his super soldier senses, isn't aware of all of this.

It would be all too easy to turn to the left and kiss him. On the cheek, or the nose, or the lips, Tony can't decide which, though he's imagined all of his options countless times at this point.

One afternoon, Tony's in the garage, debating which car to take to the store, and Steve finds him, even here, in the quiet, dimly lit room. He leans in, poised and ready to let himself into Tony's personal space, and Tony's stomach twists itself into knots.

Maybe he's over-tired. Maybe he's had too much caffeine and not enough food and water, but he finally snaps.

"Okay, enough. What are you doing?" Tony asks, his tone sharper than he necessarily intends.

Steve stares at him, a faint, pink flush crawling its way up his neck and over his cheekbones, all the way up to the tips of his ears, and Tony immediately wants to take it back.

So Steve is comfortable with him. So what? Shouldn't he be allowed to have this, this one thing, after everything? No matter how it makes Tony's insides feel like melting jello?

"I'm. Uh..." Steve stumbles over something to say, his face flickering from guilty to pained to determined. "I'd like to kiss you," Steve says, as matter of fact as if he's proposing a new strategy for the team.

"You...what." Tony's pretty sure his eyes are popping out of his head by now, and yet...

"I think you heard me," Steve says, his voice low and rough and so close to Tony's ear, he can't hide the shiver that races through him this time.

"You don't..." Tony finds himself without words, or a self-deprecating quip for the first time in a long time, and so when Steve just looks at him, then rests his head on Tony's shoulder the way he's done so many times, Tony can't help but smile back.

"Yeah, okay," Tony says, then closes the space between them, kisses Steve's beautiful, curious, smiling mouth.

Finally.

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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 25

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,223

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT

The most stressful part of your week was supposed to be helping your cousin move today because that's what 'good family members do'. Aside from that, the forecast predicted easy sailing with wedding dress shopping with Pepper on Wednesday and binging your favorite TV show starting Thursday, but apparently, the universe decided to offer some friendly constructive criticism towards that plan.

When Pepper called you frantically explaining what had happened with Tony, you abandoned your plans with your cousin and raced to your future niece-in-law's side. You did your best to comfort her, although that was difficult considering your own anxieties over the matter. Nevertheless, you lied to keep the two of you sane, insisting that Tony's a trouble magnet yet clever and determined: he'll be back by dinner a little banged up, but sassy as ever. He has to because Stark's always bounce back somehow...You refuse to believe otherwise...

You returned home exhausted from moving boxes and feeling heavy emotions all day, however that's when this entire situation really got started. You about broke your hand punching Steve's face when he suddenly walked up on you in the hallway, scarring you half to death before you jumped into his arms crying your joy at seeing him again. You should've known then that he wasn't there at the Avengers compound for any good reasons, not after Berlin and Siberia...

Now you're here, slouched forward with your elbows on your knees and nails digging into your scalp as you wait anxiously on the Quinjet. Natasha, who's leaned back in her seat beside you, frowns empathetically as she counts each time your foot taps the ground. She explained everything to you already, yet none of it has made you feel any better. At least your stress isn't isolated, though.

The Quinjet's filled with an eerily silence, most keeping to themselves or in lone pairs like the two of you. It's suffocating to see everyone - Earth's mightiest heroes and protectors - so down and afraid. Sure, most of them had already been wary after Vision and Wanda were attacked in Scotland, but Banner showing up to warn them about this 'Thanos' guy didn't help. He's clearly been traumatized, so much so that even the Hulk is too fearful to appear, which means this is serious....reeeally serious...

"...You really don't have to come. We can turn around and drop your off somewhere safe with a plane ticket back -"

"- It's too late for that...This is a time-sensitive task. No one can afford to backtrack," you're quick to shake your head at Natasha's offer, sitting up straight with a heavy sigh, "Besides, what am I going to do at home? Pacing a hole into my carpet worrying about you guys? No, I'd rather help. If there's any way you think I can help, I'll do it."

Although your determination is respected, Natasha can't bring herself to smile - not when you aren't. Crossing her arms, she gives a sigh of her own, "Originally we weren't going to involve you. We didn't want to risk getting you in trouble or hurt, but your judgment might come in handy here. Your nephew's the one who made Vision. Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to figure out a solution for us."

"I'm offended, Nat. Using me for my assets? And here I was thinking you actually enjoy my presence," you nudge her arm with your elbow, your smirk obviously worn, however it's enough to make her own lips twitch.

"Well, that too. We've risked our lives together a few times before. It feels wrong facing danger without you anymore."

"I'm honored."

"How have you been holding up, (Y/n)?" Looking up at Steve as he approaches, you still can't get over how much he's changed without necessarily changing at all. The only big difference is his full beard, but it sure makes him look different compared to his normal baby face, "With Tony and everything? How's that been?"

You roll your eyes, "Maybe if you called him once in a while instead of acting like a pair of angsty teenagers going through your first break up -"

"- (Y/n), he's in space, isn't he?"

"Oh...Yeah, that..." You shuffle uncomfortably, wanting to curse him for reminding you, "Well, it's Tony...I'm just trying to trust that he'll be okay because really, I'm under too much stress right now to think otherwise."

Natasha and Steve share a concerned look, the former setting a hand on your shoulder with her best smile, "You know, on the bright side of all of this, at least you're getting to see Bucky again...Unless you're already taken by someone else, that is?"

She lifts your hand in front of her face, gazing over the diamond ring with her smile turning into a smirk. You beam proudly, "Nope, still loyal to my one true love. This is the ring he wanted to propose with - the one I told you about way back when."

"You were able to get it back?" Steve blinks in surprise, taking your hand gently to look it over himself.

"Yep! Turns out Howard and Tony had been holding onto it."

"Gotta say, Barnes has good taste," Natasha compliments.

"Doesn't he?" You play with the ring slightly, unable to wipe away your grin, however it does become a bit sad the more you study each diamond and stretch of silver, "...Say, what's our chances of dying anyways? 'can't say I'm looking forward to doing that again."

"Hopefully zero...but I can't make any promises," Steve answers honestly, "As the plan stands, you won't be involved in any battle yourself. I think your specialties are better suited helping the Wakandans figure out a solution for Vision instead."

Natasha leans against you playfully, trying to lighten the mood, "Although if you do decide to partake in the fun, I promise I won't let you die a virgin again."

You push her away, continuing to mess with your ring with a stubborn mumble, "I'll have you know I never died a virgin the first time."

"What?! With Barnes?!"

"Of course with James! ...We, uh...didn't wait for the wedding night, let's just put it that way and drop it."

"Nope! Too much information for me!" Steve puts his hands up, turning on heel to quickly escape the situation with a completely different - and more mortified - expression on his face in comparison to Natasha's mischievous grin.

"Oh my god! Where? When?! Ooo, was it good -?"

"- Nat, drop it!" You hiss while covering her mouth. Glancing around to ensure no one else had overheard the conversation, you sigh, "...Yes it was good..."

Closing your eyes, you lean back and echo out Natasha's laughter, your cheeks aflame. This is going to be a long flight...

You've seen some of Wakanda through the 'tours' Bucky would give you during your weekly video calls. You loved whenever he would introduce you to all his goat friends and their names or take you for 'walks' around the little village he's been staying at while pointing out landmarks, however being here in person makes you realize that those were all just sneak peeks of this magnificent country's true beauty.

You had thought the barrier surrounding Wakanda and keeping it hidden from outsiders was impressive, yet you feel like a child in a candy store now, trying to take in every detail of the massive buildings around you as well as the impressive aircrafts parked around the Quinjet. You know Bucky's friend and Wakanda's princess, Shuri, is clever because he's commented on it before, not to mention you've seen some of her tech in the background when he's done video calls in her lab, but surely one teenager didn't do all of this. Wakanda must be filled with geniuses which is a very exciting thought for yourself considering the idiots you've grown up around.

You're honestly hurt that no one seems to be sharing your enthusiasm. Yes, some of them have been here before, but how can they still not be amazed? If the outside is this grand, imagine what technology awaits inside or even right in front of you without your notice? That kind of buzz is nearly enough to sidetrack you from your reasons for coming here at all...nearly.

"How are we looking defense wise?" Steve goes right to business, following King T'Challa off the tarmac with the other Avengers in tow including yourself as you multitask between walking and admiring.

"You'll have my King's guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..."

"One semi-stable, hundred year old man."

You're officially snapped out of your daze, more awestruck by Bucky than you ever could be anything science related (as much as you love your science). You weren't exactly sure when your paths would cross here, but the sooner the better, so you won't complain. How could you when he looks so good! His hair isn't in the typical bun he usually has it in, but it's clearly been washed recently and he's wearing a brand-new uniform as well, one you're guessing is for the 'occasion'.

Steve's the first to embrace his friend, although once he steps aside, Bucky's eyes seem to find yours immediately as if attached to some kind of magnet. He had been happy to see Steve yet lights up upon realizing that you're here, too. Within seconds he's stepping towards you, not having to go far since you're already rushing to him, filled with giddy laughter as you leap into his arms and let him spin you around with a laugh of his own.

Unlike his quick hug with Steve, Bucky holds onto you tightly, extending the moment for as long as he can because even though you guys just talked last week, he hasn't held you in two years; an unacceptable amount of time, if you ask him.

"...I've missed you..." He mumbles and you swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder; it's contagious.

You hold onto him tighter if that's possible, "I've missed you sooo much, James!"

"Okay, okay. Break it up, you two. The universe is in danger here and I don't know if this Thanos guy will find your puppy love as cute as we do," Natasha rolls her eyes, amused as you both break apart with tinted cheeks and bashful smiles, although a keen eye would notice you're still hand-in-hand.

"I didn't think you'd be here - why are you here?" Bucky whispers, the two of you following at the back of the group as it continues onward. He had been so taken back by seeing you that it didn't process in his mind right away that you have no need to be in Wakanda right now - not that your presence isn't a welcoming surprise, but this place could possibly turn into a war zone at any moment. Why the hell did Steve bring you here when you were perfectly safe in New York?

"I wanted to help," you reply simply with a shrug.

"It's dangerous -"

"- James, I'm an adult and smart enough to know what this situation entails. I'm also an honorary Avenger, therefore making it my job to protect the Earth and universe in whatever way I can," you stop walking temporarily to stand up on your tippy-toes and press a kiss to his cheek, "Plus, it was a good excuse to see you again."

"S-Still, you don't...- You don't even like fighting?" He blushes, forcing himself to keep walking in hopes that it will wear off his embarrassment.

"Well, luckily for you, I don't think I'm going to be fighting. The plan is for me to stick with Vision and get that pesky stone out of his head without it being fatal," you squeeze his hand, sending him your softest and most reassuring look, "...So don't worry, Bucky. I promise not to go chasing after you into danger this time, leaving more stupid for Steve and you to share."

"Thanks, darling," he replies sarcastically, swinging your arm slightly and running his gentle thumb over your fingers.

Although he doesn't say anything else on his own, you notice his steps get slower, almost stalling suddenly as he begins to fall out of line with you. Looking back, you also notice that his head is hung low, his eyebrows furrowed into an expression you can best describe as being...complex.

"...James?" It takes a moment for him to realize you said his name, merely giving a hum of acknowledgement once he does, "...It's not bothering you that much that I'm here, is it?"

Bucky hesitates before shaking his head and all those dazed thoughts inside it, "...N-No, I..."

You stop completely, not caring if you lose sight of the others. Instead, you take the time to face Bucky, silently holding both his hands in yours. He keeps his head down, thumb continuing to run along the soft skin on the back of your palm before lifting his gaze to meet yours with a bittersweet smile, "...I just never thought I'd get to see you again - in person, that is. I know we've kept in touch, but this is much better...even if I would've rather it be during better circumstances."

You return his smile, moving your hand to his cheek which you crest sweetly, "Let's hope we can stick together this time, after all, I like that little plan we drew up for our future house. I'd like to see it put into motion."

"...O-Of course."

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safe in your arms

stevetony | endgame fix-it written for a prompt @ishipallthings sent me a while ago (stevetony + forehead touches after endgame)! tumblr deleted the draft so I lost the ask, but here's the answer! hope you like it <3

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When Tony first experienced what a handful of shrapnel pieces stuck in his chest felt like, he remembers thinking “this is it, this is the most painful experience I'm ever going to have.” He remembers the shock of that thought and the way his stomach twisted with dread as if it was yesterday. He remembers thinking, too, when he came to terms with it and started looking for the bright side: if his suffering had reached the top, that meant, from then onwards, no one could actually hurt him.

Now, as he screams and sees red and feels his knees colliding with the hard rock under his feet, bone-deep dread gnawing at his bones, he remembers that thought again and curses himself and his smugness at the time.

Because the Snap is worse. Way worse.

Even though he thought himself ready as he reached for the gauntlet, even though the only thing he felt as he put it on was a cold certainty, even though he felt so at peace with himself and his decision as he prepared his fingers… The truth is he wasn't ready for the pain. No one is ever ready for that kind of pain, damn him for ever thinking himself the exception.

His whole body has turned into an open wound, seething and blinding. His eyes won't show him anything and he's not sure if that's due to the pain or something more. He's not even sure if his eyes are closed or open, or where he's lying. Whether he's alone or there's anyone there with him.

For what feels like an eternity, there's only the roughness of the earth against his cheek, the piercing pain of the snap in his hand and the sound of his own weeping masking everything else. He feels so lost, so alone, he fears death might be edging near, his invisible hands brushing his heart in a touch that teeters on the border of life and death.

Then, something changes.

Where he could only feel coldness until an instant before, now there's warmth. A warmth that blooms from his shoulders until it reaches his lower back, a warmth that applies the exact pressure necessary for his body to be slightly lifted, to lean forward. Then, that warmth dissipates and gives way to something solid in front of him. His whole body is resting against it and, despite Tony not being able to see anything, he feels his own good hand reach out, tentatively, until it finds the edges of a piece of cloth. Once he finds it, he grabs it with as much strength as he can muster, the fear of losing his anchor to reality —to life— giving him the necessary resolve to do so.

He understands, at that moment, what a newly born must feel like when he gets out of the womb, helpless and blind and so utterly lost. He can understand the need to cling to any near warmth, the need to cry.

He’s so scared.

It takes him time —he doesn't know how much—, but at some point, he realizes he's leaning against a body, a shoulder, specifically. It takes even more time for him to be able to hear something else apart from his own weeping and his own blood running in his ears.

It's a voice, soft, whispering over and over the same thing: “Shhh, you're okay, Tony, you're okay…”

The mere sound of Steve’s voice is enough for everything raging on in Tony’s mind to go quiet.

The moment he realizes that voice belongs to Steve is the moment his hold over his uniform turns even stronger. He hears himself weep, relieved, as Steve repeats that same thing, and for a long time, he thinks this is everything he needs from now on. Who needs a right hand, when Steve's arms are there to hold him? Who needs sight, when he can hear his husband's voice, his breath tickling his skin as he tells him he loves him?

He feels like they're stuck like that for an eternity, with Tony resting his whole weight against Steve’s shoulder, his lean fingers carding through his hair as he repeats those words like a mantra. And he has no complaints at all about this, until, suddenly, he finds himself opening his eyes. He sees darkness, and it takes him a few seconds to realize he has his face resting on Steve's shoulders.

When he musters enough strength to lift his head, he sees him.

The first thing Tony sees is the blood, mixed with faint rivulets of sweat that glaze his temple. He itches to clean it, but then he sees his eyes.

Steve's blue eyes are drowned in tears. Tears of fear, happiness, anguish, all at the same time. Tears that turn into sobs when he realizes Tony's looking at him. Tony can see the terror meld into hope the second he notices, and then he’s moving. His moves are quick and desperate as he reaches his hand to cradle Tony's cheek, gently guiding his head until their foreheads are touching, their breaths merging between them as Steve wipes his tears with his thumb. He's looking at Tony desperately, frantically moving his eyes as if making sure he's there, he isn't dead.

You’re alive, I’m alive, we’re alive.

“Steve—,” Tony tries to say, fighting against his own lungs to get a single breath, just one that allows him to ask: “Is it— is it over?”

Steve gulps and nods and says, almost reverently, “it's over. You did it, Tony. You— you did it. It’s over. It’s finally over.”

Tony nods in such a small move it's almost imperceptible, and then he leans towards Steve and it's just them. Slowly, Steve closes the distance and kisses him softly, with care and desperation and the salty taste of tears in the middle of it all. Tony isn't sure if they're his tears or Steve's, but it's all the same because they mean they're alive and together.

And that's all that matters.

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Puppet Master - Part 2

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You yawned as you and Vision were talking. He helped you laid down and grabbed blankets to make it more comfortable for you.

"Thank you Vision." You said with your eyes half closed.

"C-Can you stay h-here while I s-sleep. I'm scared." You whispered as he smiled and nodded sitting next to the table. He held your hand softly as you fell asleep.

"I love you Y/N." Bucky said as he hugged your cold frame.

"Did you ever believe he actually loved you?" Strucker appeared behind Bucky.

"He just said the things you wanted to hear. His mind was never his own, it was yours. And it'll be yours again, do you really think you can go without his love?" Strucker said as you stared down at your hands. Bucky came closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek.

"I've always belonged to you." He whispered as he leaned in a kissed your lips.

"It's time to take control of his mind again. He will be yours Y/N." Strucker tempted as you kept silent.

"You won't have a choice in the end." Was the last thing he said before it all faded.

You woke up with Vision still by your side as he smiled at you waking up.

"How long was I asleep?" You asked quietly.

"Only 2 hours, I made sure no one came in. But Tony is about to come in to help you." Vision informed you as you nodded.

"You have nothing to be nervous about. Tony is very good at these things, I know he will be able to help." Vision said as he saw you looking ahead nervously.

"I'm a horrible machine, I was made for destruction. All of this is my fault." You said as you covered your eyes with your hands.

"We're going to figure this out. I'll be with you every step of the way." Vision said as he took your hands away from your eyes. Tony walked in looking exhausted.

"I'm so sorry Tony." You whispered not meeting his gaze.

"Just because you were controlled and destroyed things doesn't mean I'm going to just kick you out Y/N. You're lucky I have a soft spot for robots." He chuckled trying to lighten the mood. You laughed along with him.

"Tony." Steve said as he entered the room with Bucky.

"Bucky." You said as you jumped up but your knees failed and you almost collapsed before Vision caught you as you gasped in pain.

"Don't come near me." He grumbled quietly. Tears came to your eyes. It was true?

"B-Bucky please." You begged before Steve intervened.

"Y/N was controlling Bucky this whole time. All of this was their plan all along." Steve said as he looked at you with hate. Tony turned and looked at you in shock.

"P-Please just let me talk to Tony alone." You begged as Vision still held you up, he helped you back onto the table.

"No we don't know what -"

"Just give us a moment Steve." Tony said putting his hand up between them. Steve and Bucky walked out as Tony closed the door. Vision stood next to you as Tony walked to you.

"You better have a good explanation Y/N." Tony said looking at you seriously.

"It w-was Strucker. T-This whole time he was controlling Bucky through me, he m-made me control Bucky. Please you have to believe me, I love Bucky so much I would never have hurt him, h-he hates me n-now. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't kill me Tony." You mumbled over and over as you sobbed into your hands. To your surprise Tony wrapped his arms around your broken body carefully.

"I believe you Y/N. I know what it's like to have a shitty father. I'm sorry all of this has happened to you. I am not going to kill you, I promise I won't hurt you. Vision and I are going to work together, we'll work together to fix you and most importantly protect you. I promise." He said as he held you. You nodded as you slowly pulled away. He carefully wiped away your tears as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

(Not gonna lie I love having Tony as a father figure in fics)

"Thank you Tony." You whispered as you smiled up at him.

"I'll get Clint to help me move a bed into here for you, it'll be more comfortable while we work on fixing you." He said smiling. As he headed for the door.

"Uh I'll try to fill Bucky and Steve in, but if they come inside I'm counting on you Vision to not let them hurt Y/N." He said in a stern tone.

"Of course sir." Vision replied as he nodded and Tony left the room. You and Vision talked a little before Bucky and Steve came in slowly. Vision instantly stood in front of you protectively.

"We just wanna talk." Steve said putting his hands up in defence.

"It's ok Vision." You said as you reached for his hand and gently pulled him to sit next to you.

"Do you remember anything from before? About Hydra or about me..." You asked Bucky quietly.

"Bits and pieces. Mainly just you and your voice in my head." He mumbled, he looked so broken and scared. You felt horrible.

"Tony said it wasn't your choice to control him?" Steve asked with his arms crossed.

"No, it was Strucker. He was controlling me and I didn't even know. I'm sorry Bucky." You said looking down not meeting their gaze.

"I don't know if I can forgive you." He mumbled as a tear rolled down your face and Bucky walked out.

"Y/N it may be better for everyone if we just shut you down. It's too risky to have something like you this dangerous in the tower." Steve said honestly although a bit harshly.

"That's all you think I am? A thing." You spat harshly.

"So is that all that Vision is to you as well. A thing!" You shouted as you stood up and your skin and artificial bones began rebuilding themselves.

"Get out." You growl as your body rebuilt itself completely. Your mind raced with words and all of it was saying, control, control, control!

"On your knees soldiers." You growled as your eyes began to glow they immediately went onto their knees and looked up at you. Vision grabbed your hand and turned you around to face him, he grabbed you by the shoulder looking into your eyes.

"Y/N stop this!" He shouted as your eyes glowed brighter trying to take control of Vision's mind.

"Don't make me do this." Vision warned as your face went stone cold. He forced himself inside of your mind as you screamed and fell to the floor as Steve and Bucky came out of their trance. Steve and Bucky held their heads in pain as they glared at you on the floor.

"Please leave gentlemen." Vision said sternly, they both thankfully left without a fight. Vision helped you off the floor.

"Steve's right. I'm too dangerous to be alive." You as you looked away from Vision.

"Y/N please-"

"No! All I have done is hurt! The only good thing in my life was a huge lie!" You shouted as you cried. Vision quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

"No! Let me go!" You said as you tried to shove him away. His grip became tighter as you struggled less.

"Y/N it's ok. You're safe, we aren't going to let anything happen to you." Vision said as you stopped fighting and cried into his shoulder. He held you as you cried, Tony entered and gasped at your new body that had formed.

"What happened?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Steve and Bucky came in and I lost control. My body rebuilt itself." You replied as Tony looked really awkward.

"Um I guess you didn't have time for clothes." He mumbled looking up, you looked down.

"Shit! Sorry." You said laughing as Vision wrapped the blanket around you.

"We have a bed but I guess I can put you into a room now." He said hopefully.

"Steve wants to shut me down, well kill me. I don't think he will take lightly to me living in the same tower as him." You said crossing your arms.

"Well this is my tower and I say who comes and goes so don't worry about him kiddo." He said smiling.

"You realise I'm older then you?" You said smirking.

"Yeah but you look like a teenager." He replied.

"Touche." You laughed as he led you out of the room with Vision behind you.

"I'll see if Wanda/Pietro or Nat/Clint have any clothes for you to borrow." Tony said as you nodded thankfully. Tony led you into a room that was much bigger then you expected.

"Wow it's huge." You said looking at the white comfy bed and the plain white walls.

"Yeah well with time you can add your own little touch." Tony said looking around the room.

"There isn't anyone else on this floor, so it's a bit deserted but I thought it may be better that you are away from the others. For their sake and yours." He explained as you nodded and agreed with him.

"My floor is just above this one, so I'm not to far away." He said.

"Thank you Tony it means the world to me." You said as you hugged him.

"I'll leave you to get some comfortable sleep." He said as he smiled and left.

"Would you like me to stay?" Vision asked. You can't remember the last time you had slept without Bucky by your side, if you were being honest it terrified you to sleep alone.

"Could you maybe stay while I fall asleep. In Hydra I always slept next to Bucky. I'm a little scared to be alone." You said laughing awkwardly.

(Literally listening to I think we're alone now. Thanks TUA)

"Of course." He smiled as you laid down in your bed as Vision sat on the side of it.

"Sorry you're stuck with me Vision." You said as he shook his head.

"It's no problem. It's nice to have someone around like me." He said as you both smiled.

"Get some rest. You need it." He said as he placed the covers over you. You fell asleep peacefully as your body relaxed into the soft bed.

Part 3

You woke up feeling Vision's arm around you, you slowly stood up and stretched. You went out onto the balcony as you breathed in the cool air.

"How can I ever redeem myself?" You whispered closing your eyes.

"Monster, that's all you are." You heard Bucky hiss behind you, you just closed your eyes. You knew it wasn't real. But it still hurt. You went back inside and saw Vision sitting on the side of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as you smiled sadly.

"I've been better." You said as he smiled back.

"Tony wanted to talk to you. I'll let you get ready and meet you down stairs." He said as you nodded before he left. You placed on a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt and took a deep breath before exiting the room. You bumped into Clint on your way out.

"O-Oh I'm very sorry!" You said as you looked at the ground.

"It's ok, are you alright?" He asked as you looked up.

"Y-Yeah I'm ok." You stuttered out.

"Y/N, I know you have been through a lot so if you ever need anyone to talk to you've got me on your side." He said as he smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me." You said as he placed his hand on your shoulder before he left. You smiled to yourself before you went down stairs. You immediately saw Tony and went to him ignoring Bucky and Steve's glares.

"Hey, how are you going?" He asked as you smiled a little.

"I'm tired a-and scared." You muttered as you glanced at Bucky and Steve.

"Let's go somewhere to talk." He said as you nodded and followed him into the elevator.

"Steve and Bucky won't hurt you, you don't have to worry alright. I wouldn't let them." He said as you smiled.

"Thank you." You whispered back. You followed him into his lab as you sat down.

"I wanted to program you into my systems, instead of that stupid hydra program that Strucker still has his hands on." He said as your eyes widened.

"You can do that?" You asked as he flashed a charming smirked.

"I can do anything baby." He said as he winked, you just scoffed and rolled you eyes but you couldn't help blush a little.

"You would be out for a week for me to work on it." He said as you nodded.

"That's ok. When do we start?" You asked.

"No time like the present." He said as you looked at him in shocked.

"Really?" You asked as he chuckled and sat beside you.

"Yeah, I don't want you to suffer any longer." He said smiling softly, you smiled back.

"Thank you Tony." You said as you kissed his cheek. Tony helped you lay down as he began connecting things onto your body.

"You don't need to be afraid alright. I'll be here everyday." He said as you smiled.

"See you soon Y/N." He whispered as you felt yourself drift into darkness.

"What are you doing Tony?" Steve asked as he saw you laying on a table with Tony working on your artificial body.

"I'm hooking Y/N up to my systems and getting rid of Hydra's grip on her." He said not looking up from his work.

"Why are you wasting your time?" He growled as Tony kept working.

"It's a machine Tony, I know you like your tech but even you have to see this is too far. It's a risk to the team and you know that, so why are you trying to make this thing into a person?" Steve said as Tony ignored him.

"Friday could you please inform Mr. Rogers I am no longer speaking to him." He said as Steve rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Rogers Tony is no longer-"

"I got it." He growled before he left.

"Thank you Friday."

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It was 1am in the morning Tony had fallen asleep at his desk just across from you. Steve walked in as he looked at your body on the table. He walked up and placed his fingers around a wire that was connected to your head. He yanked it out as you eyes widened going red, you tackled Steve to the floor as Tony woke up quickly.

"Y/N!" He shouted as he tried to grab you but you shoved him away.

"He wants to kill me so bad why don't I just kill him first!" You shouted as you wrapped your hands around his throat.

"Y/N that doesn't mean you have to stoop to his level! You are better than this, I know you are." He said desperately. You began crying as you squeezed harder.

"I'm worse than him! I hurt people, I kill people. I hurt the person I love! I'm a monster!" You screamed as Steve gasped for air.

"You can be better Y/N. Start a new life, you can find someone to love. Someone who loves you back just as much. Y/N please, I promised I would protect you. I'm not going to break that promise." He said as you retracted your hands, Steve threw you off him as you crashed onto the floor sobbing. Tony grabbed you as he wrapped you in his arms and you buried your face.

"Shh it's ok, I'm here. Just focus on me." He whispered as he held you.

"And Steve, get the fuck out of here." He growled his eyes going dark.

"Steve?" You heard a voice say as you looked up and saw Bucky. All of a sudden blinding pain rang through your head as you screamed.

"Both of you out! Now!" Tony shouted as they gladly left and the pain stopped. You blinked through tears as you looked up at Tony.

"He ripped one of my wires out." You said as Tony grew furious.

"Please just help me, it hurts." You said as he looked down at you and his anger melted away. He picked you up carefully and laid you onto the table again.

"Thank you." You whispered as he smiled. He kissed your forehead before he looked down at you.

"You're safe with me."

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"Anyone could see that the Prince was charming. The only one for me.”

Fluffbruary Day 18 | @fluffbruary | Film

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A/N: This was inspired by this beautiful animation by Kayla Coombs (who in my mind is the person Sam commissions (that or Steve)) of which a Husband proposed to his wife durnign Sleeping Beauty.

Sam and Tony watch Snow White and The Seven Dwarfts, but Tony is fairly sure that it’s not Snow White on screen, because he never remembers a proposal in the movie. | Sam Wilson/Tony Stark

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Malibu is different for Sam, especially in the winter, since the house rebuild and the remodelling Tony suggested they come out for a weekend trip, away from the tower and the team just purly Tony and Sam. Despite it being Tony’s idea Sam can still find him in the lab over the 3 days that they stay in the winter, they always have dinner and go to bed together but it is peaceful to do their own things during the day.

Just maybe not today.

“Come watch a flim with me?” Sam leans on the labs door, looking at his boyfriend with adoration in his eyes, as Tony walks through the lab, headset on, black shirt, musles on point (which is a physical gain for Sam).

It’s not their annivevasary, nobodies birthday, but yet it feels like a special moment between them as Tony looks toward Sam. It’s sweet that even when they are in malibu and away from work so Tony can do whatever they want Sam can still convince him out of the lab. “When did you become such a film consour?” Tony teases turning off the holograms infront of him, taking off they ear pieces that control the nanobots of his newest suit.

Smiling Sam moves closer Towards Tony, bith of them meeting in the middle of the lab, “I haven’t had much else to do while we are here, and I thought I should take advantage of the cinema.” Sam brings his arsm around Tony’s shoulder, “I think you should take advantage of it with me,” Sam smiles brgiglht brushing his noes against Tony’s.

It doesn’t take much more convincing then that.

Tony smiles kissing him on the cheek, shutting down everything around him, “sounds like a plan.”

They sit down to watch Snow White as Sam declares that it should be their new years revolution as couple they should watch every disney movie, Tony just laughs.

“So we are starting with Snow White then?” Tony questions sitting down on a recliner cinema chair, monovouring his popcorn and drink to make sure they don’t spill at the couple sits down.

Sam corrects with a smile, “Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, actually,” it’s casual as he begins to munch on popcorn before it all even begins, leaning into to Tony’s embrace. The movie rolls without them even needing to ask JARVIS, opening on Snow White singing by the well.

Tony is shocked as Sam is crying in his arms as Snow White is placed into the glass coffin, but then something changes, the prince shows up and it’s not prince, well he is in prince gear but he looks a lot like Sam. The camera shift towards the coffin where Snow White is to lay but it isn’t Snow White, it’s a guy, a guy in very similar resemblance to Tony Stark. Prince Sam wakes up Prince Tony and the movie stops as Prince Sam gets on one knee, and Tony is so confused by the movie that he doesn’t realise that real life Sam does the same thing.

Tony on the screen seems frozen in time as he’s only just woken up and now the prince he had been destined for is proposing to.

The screen zooms in, lonney toons style and Prince Tony winks at him as the screen reading, ‘To Be Continued’ and it takes until them before he looks down a hand flying to his mouth. Sam is on one knee aswell, a ring box in his hand, opening up to a gorgeous gold ring with a ruby jewel encrusted into it.

“Tony from the day I met you I saw a future with you, once Rhodey introduced you as a menace I knee that I wanted you to be my menace. I wanted you to annoy me everyday, and have the experience of attempting to get you to sleep and sleep beside you in a much comfier bed then a camp single.” Tony is crying now, because the ring is beautiful and the speech is gorgeous, and Sam put so much effort into the proposal and the movie and it is very much them.

“Tony Stark will you be my menace, my partner, and my best friend for life? Will you marry me?”

Tony nods with a whispered out, “yes!” Which leaves Sam jumping for joy into Tony’s arms placing the ring on his finger, “no we’ll have to get you a ring of you own,” Tony tells Sam, happy to have his finance in his arms, and the ring doesn’t way him down as much as he thought ut ever would.

Sam smiles kissing Tony once again, “sounds like a future plan.”

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A/N: ‘Hey Rose why don’t you write a fic about how overpowered America Chavez is plot-wise? Like say when Scott Lang die, they can just get a new one from the multiverse and any weight of death would be erased’ - @purposelessknowledge , like four months ago. I finally made this a thing lol. Everybody else can read it contextlessly don’t be held back. AO3 - KoFi

Can’t-man

‘Are you America Chavez?’

‘Sure am.’ America leaned against the door frame. ‘And you are Captain America and Bucky Barnes.’

‘Call me Sam,’ Sam said, while offering his hand, which America shook. Bucky peered into the sanctum. ‘Why are you opening the door? Did Strange leave you alone?’

‘Doctor Strange. And yes. Shall I leave a message?’

Bucky shook his head. ‘We’d rather have this conversation with him also present, but we were looking for you anyway. So I hope you’ll hear us.’

‘You mean you need mé?’ America blinked. ‘I only just started training in Kamar-taj.’

‘Six months ago,’ Bucky said. ‘And it has to do with your specific talent to open portals to other universes.’

‘I didn’t know that was common knowledge.’

‘We try to let it not be,’ Sam shushed.

America nodded and gestured that they could come inside. ‘I can’t serve you tea, I’m afraid,’ she said as they sat down in the lobby.

‘Not necessary.’ Sam smiled an uncomfortable smile.

Bucky rolled his eyes. ‘America, very quickly because we don’t have much time and every second spend is one-’

‘Calm down, Bucky,’ Sam tried to shush him.

‘Sh!’ Bucky shushed right back. ‘America, we need you to create a portal to another universe, any other universe, and bring us a new Scott Lang.’

‘An Ant-man?’

‘Usually Scott Lang is Ant-man, yes. And if there is a universe where Ant-man is, I don’t know, Tony Stark, then we don’t want that one.’

‘Eh…’

‘Bucky!’ Sam sighed. ‘Sorry, America, this…’ he buried his head in his hands. ‘We can’t leave this to a child, I mean…’

‘I mean, I can control universes now. And Scott Lang is very kind man, right?’ America nodded to herself. ‘I could do it. Yet, what is it for?’

‘We need someone to get really small,’ Bucky explained, ‘And creep into the air vents of multiple famous buildings across America.’

‘And why do you need someone in airvents in multiple famous buildings across America?’ America inquired.

‘We think teeny tiny spy robots might be hiding there, which only someone as small as Ant-man can confirm.’

‘Ah.’ America nodded.

‘And this is really our only hope.’ Bucky nodded while he said it. ‘Hope stopped as the wasp once Scott died. Besides, it’s been very boring without Scott.’ He looked into his lap. Sam had tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. ‘We miss him.’

‘Hm.’ America sighed. ‘Well, I already made up my mind.’ With ease, she opened up a portal gaping into the multiverse. Doing so had become a piece of cake. The only problem she still had was with navigating through them, but luckily, Strange had found a way to set off a signal when she was gone for too long, so that she’d find it. ‘Where does Scott live?’

‘Eh…’

‘Honey Road 1348, Orlando, Florida,’ Bucky replied.

‘Right! I’ll be right back!’ she yelled over her shoulder, before jumping through the portal.

Bucky leaned back in his chair. ‘Well. That was easier than expected.’

Sam put his head between his knees. ‘I feel horrible. We’re exploiting a teenager. Like, actual exploitation of an actual teenager.’

Bucky patted Sam on the shoulder. ‘Don’t feel bad, Steve would have done the same.’

‘Is that supposed to make me feel better?’

Bucky shrugged. ‘Dunno.’

Meanwhile, America glided past different universes, looking for one that was similar to the one she was settled in. That was of utmost importance, otherwise she could be inviting a variant with different DNA, or someone who disintegrated at the touch of water (Which, we don’t talk about that).

After seeing among others a green universe, a videogame-simulator universe, and a universe where everyone was a doll, she found one that seemed similar to her own. To America, it was weird how difficult those were to find. There were infinite universes that were basically the same, with the only difference being that a single person chose a chocolate muffin instead of a blueberry muffin for breakfast.

When she arrived on Honey Street, the local Scott was standing on his front porch, in an argument with what looked like a mailman: ‘What do you mean I don’t get my newspaper today? I get the newspaper every day! I pay for it! I deserve my newspaper!’

America looked at it for a while. Then, she decided she didn’t feel like mingling with that, and went on.

She jumped from universe to universe until she found one where it was night already. The house seemed inhabitated and calm. So, she rang the doorbell.

A normal-looking Scott opened the door. ‘Oh, hello. Are you selling girl scout cookies?’

America shook her head. ‘But don’t close the door! I am America Chavez. I’m from another universe, and we need you.’

Scott blinked. ‘Another universe? Oh well, why not. Come on in.’ He let her into his house, which was unusually tidy.

America crossed her arms. It didn’t feel right to be here. Her mothers had taught her not to enter the homes of strangers and all that. ‘Long story short: Our own Scott Lang died, yet we need someone with his powers to fix something. We’d bring you back afterwards. Are you in?’

Scott blinked. ‘I mean, sure.’

‘Wonderful! Although, maybe you should sleep first, if it’s already dark out.’

‘What? It’s only 2 P.M.’ America glanced at the walls until she found a clock. two-point-three P.M.

Oh-oh.

‘...Does the sun go down early, in this universe?’

‘What’s a sun?’

‘Like the… uhm… the primary light source. The big yellow orb in the sky.’

‘Light comes from fire and lamps,’ Scott joked. ‘The sun was shot out of the sky many years ago. Like, before the Avengers. Actually, at this point we aren’t sure it ever really existed, even if Thor says it did-’

America got up. ‘Sorry. Have a good rest of your life. You’ll probably never see me again.’

‘But, your problem…’ America opened a portal and disappeared. ‘...okay, bye,’ Scott said to his empty house.

Nope. She wasn’t going to bring anyone from a sunless world out into the sun. She learned that lesson alright.

She found a few empty houses before hitting upon another inhabited one, in a sunny world this time. Once again, she rang the bell, explained herself, and got Scott to agree to doing it. ‘Yet, let me grab some things first,’ he requested.

America raised an eyebrow. ‘Eh…’

Scott grabbed a remote from his coffeetable. He pressed a button and the walls started to shift, which, to America’s disbelief, revealed a secret closet filled to the brim with weapons and armor.

She doubted for a second. Then she did what any sensible person would do: Get the hell out of there.

Alright, another failure. It was starting to get on her nerves. Somewhere there had to be a normal damn Scott Lang ( or well, as normal as they came, that is.

She hopped through universes, none of them remarkable except maybe for the one where Scott was sitting on a throne, controlling life-sized ants (Yet America reckoned that wasn’t a Scott who would be interested in helping her).

Eventually she dropped into another front yard, feeling nothing short of tired.

‘Eh, hello? Do you need help?’

She looked up at about the thirtieth Scott Lang she saw that day. In the back she could see people sitting on the front porch.

He looked normal. She sighed and sat up. ‘Hello,’ she mumbeld. ‘My name is America Chavez. My universe needs help from a Scott Lang. Would you come with me?’

Scott blinked. ‘I mean, of course. I’ll help.’

‘And you don’t have a secret weapons chamber? No throne? You know what daylight is?’

‘Eh… no, no, and yes?’

‘Good.’ America chuckled. ‘Very good.’ She broadened her gaze, so that she could see the people sitting on the porch.

Her heart dropped. It was everyone the Scott Lang she knew had ever loved. His girlfriend, his father- and mother-in-law, his daughter, his friends, even his ex-wife and her new husband. All smiling, all looking glad and content with life.

Was she really going to pull him away from that? From the life that her Scott Lang always wanted, to take him on a possibly life-threatening mission?

She sighed. ‘You… you aren’t the first Scott Lang I met today,’ she mumbeld. ‘Yet, you are the first one that looks truly happy.’ She sighed. ‘I’ll leave you alone. We don’t need you so much that I would destroy that.’

Scott seemed speechless. ‘But, if you really need help…’

America shook her head. ‘Please, go be happy.’ She opened another portal and disappeared.

Part of her wanted to go back. Tell Sam and Bucky that she tried, with no luck. Sam would understand, probably apologize, and Bucky would come around someday.

She took a deep breath. No. Once more.

She arrived in a universe that she could only describe as a mess. She didn’t even understand what was going on, but it was simply god-awful. The skies were red, all clouds were gone and there was a disgusting smell of rotten eggs and molten flesh in the air.

She saw a lone man slumped against a low wall that must have once been part of a house. The man was, undoubtedly, Scott. She took a deep breath, and walked towards him.

‘Mister Lang?’

He looked up with acceptance in his eyes. ‘And you are? Let me guess, here to kill me?’

‘I am America Chavez,’ she replied, ‘And I am here because my universe needs a Scott Lang.’

‘You’re kidding. The gas got to you. You’re crazy. No, I saw you come out of a star. I’m crazy. The gas got to me, finally.’

‘What?’ America pulled a strange face. ‘I promise you I’m from another universe. And I can take you there if you help us. And if you’re not carrying any diseases.’

‘We were ravaged by a gas, not by a disease.’

‘Hm.’ America doubted if bringing this guy along was a good idea, still.

‘Please get me out of here,’ Scott sighed, ‘If you aren’t a hallucination that is. I want out. It’s bad here. You know what, even if you are a hallucination, get me out. At least I’ll die beautifully.’

America reached for his hand, grabbed it, and pulled him along. Just as she jumped into her star-shaped portal, she saw a red light going of in the distance. America grinned. Thanks, Stephen.

When she got there, she landed in the sanctum, where she found Stephen yelling at Sam and Bucky. Sam was crying, while Bucky looked like Stephens’ anger didn’t really move him.

‘America!’ Stephen yelled when he saw her. He stopped when he saw Scott. ‘And Scott Lang?’

‘A Scott Lang,’ America corrected him. ‘I got him from another universe.’

‘What?’ Stephen took a few steps back. ‘That’s dangerous! What if he carries a disease? What if he has ulterior motives?’

Scott blinked. ‘It’s... good to see you, mister doctor Strange, and Sam, and mister Barnes. I swear I am only a refugee of my own universe. It’s…’ tears welled up in his eyes. ‘It’s a mess.’

Stephen sighed. ‘Well, we won’t be able to keep you here after the mission.’

‘Not?’ Bucky pulled a face. ‘If he can’t go home, why can’t he stay? We lost our own Scott, after all.’

‘It shouldn’t be that easy!’ Stephen replied, but no-one listened. A weak smile appeared on Scotts’ face.

‘I will help you on your mission,’ he replied, ‘But please, can I have something to eat?’

‘Of course!’ Everyone but Stephen exclaimed.

Stephen sighed. ‘Can’t let a guest go hungry,’ he replied. ‘I’ll get you a meal. Yet, after that, we’ll have to talk about the ethics of this! And you-’ he pointed at America ‘-it is that I did stupid shit too, when I was in your shoes, but we’ll have to have a stern talk about this!’

‘Don’t worry,’ America told him. ‘I learned my lessons.’

‘I’ll be the judge of that.’ Stephen rolled his eyes. ‘Now follow me. You all look like you could use food and rest.’ And he took them to the dining room.

A/N: If this were really a Marvel movie I promise you apocalypse-universe Scott would get to date Starting-universe Hope. Luckily it isn’t!

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@aflockoffeathers said: Steve Nina - [🥂] our muses toast each other on new year's eve

| SEND AN EMOJI FOR A STARTER ! ↳ winter season & holiday based

When Tony Stark ran a party you could expect what they walked into, A list guest list. The food of course couldn't be anything just comparable to food one could toss into the microwave. Nope had to be crafted by some chef. Though Nina always loved hazing Tony over the simple fact that his so called high end chef had nothing on a good can of cold Rivoli by a one Chef Boyardee. Did she really think that way? No of course not. Nina look forward to these things for the food alone after all. What could she say deep down in her she was a foodie. She couldn't cook for shit but she sure could apricate good food. And no her sisters attempts at food did not count they were creations there were crimes against food. If they were ever going to lock Brooklyn up for a real crime it should be for that. And when he thoughts were on that Nina knew she'd been sitting outside for too long.

Having snuck away from the crowd downstairs, she had snagged one of the sliver trays of appetizers for her self, some Lobster puff pastry thing it was good. Along with a drink. Like any of the wait staff was going to stop one of the hero's of the tower. They didn't seem all that phased more annoyed they had to go back into the kitchen if anything but hey a small price to pay. As Nina made her way to the landing pad and simply looked out at city. Her city.

Born and raised even she had lived pretty much all over the place, gone to so many different city blocks. She was from Queens herself. She knew all the street vendors, she knew the strays, she knew the subway and claimed she can understand the muffled speak from the speakers. Becoming a hero with no secrete identity who walked the streets just made her someone to say hello to on the street. She knew a good few strangers names and faces cause of it. Found her self often online from selfies she joined in on with fans and such. When they talked about it once before when Autumn had to go visit family back in Pittsburgh. Nina said she could never leave New York it was basically her blood. And sitter taking in all the lights from the city she love and knew and would in truth? Do anything to keep just like this. Even if it wasn't always the kindest to her.

Plopping another buttery pastry in to her mouth as she moves to rest her elbows to her knees the reminder of metal pressing into her skin a grim reminder of that last thought when she finds herself in company now. "Thor give you the good stuff pops?" she idly asks when eyeing the cup he was holding. She was gonna have to hit him up next she decided so she could actually feel a buzz for a bit maybe. She hums a bit when he joins her with a question he own. Moving to lean a hand back to rest behind herself so she could lean back. Eyes never leaving the sight of the city. She knew the streets were crowded by now. The many parties going around. The bar crawls likely happening as they speak. The pack streets. And of course who could forget. Time square the biggest event for the night everyone's TV was tuned into it the performances that were held during it. Excitement over how the glasses for the next year would be designed, how the ball would be designed. Sure there was the one in California too but come on? Everyone counted the New York ball drop as the true count down to the new year time zones be damned.

"Ya know I've never seen the ball drop in person." Was how Nina finally answered that question. "Can' really go as a kid" Especially the times she was more concerned about finding a place to sleep from the times she got 'locked out' for being late at some homes. Then life got far too busy once she got to train as a junior Avenger. Might come out she was sad about it but there wasn't really trace of disappointment there. "Think I will next year." So was that why Nina was out here? Because she was thinking about that? Nah not really it just was a sudden thought that appeared to her that she had to just voice it seemed. "Think you should come, Brook, Astrid everyone should really mostly us though>" She continued her rambling almost as if she was avoiding the first question asked as she looked down to her stole tray of food. Offering one to her Dad with a shrug of her shoulders. "nah just thinking was all."

Oh that all? When a huge party was going on and she normally be mingling about. She knows how that comes off and she knows her Dad is bound to worry if something is wrong which just makes her smile to herself. Tossing her head back to look at him. "Ya know I always wanted to be Capitan America?" it was obvious of course, how could it not be that she was a fan. From the memorabilia, her collection of Capitan America things, art work, pins, figures hell she had some vintage stuff that even Agent Coulson would be jealous over. Her weapons were clearly taking inspiration from his own image, her costume even with it being more red over blue. But Nina acted as if it were some big secrets none the less. Like she rather die then let it be known how much she looked up to her Dad. So she dose note the expression he wear when she finally voices it. Funny enough it reminds her of the first time she ever called him Dad. Before she shoves her elbow into his ribs.

"s'ture" she states as she smiles fondly "I wanted to be jus' like you for so long. When I was a powerless kid unable to do a thing 'bout where I was." how she related to the story of this framed hero. "Thinkin' I could I dunno do good despite what others saw in me. Jus' like he did. Like you do." She lets her feet kick and swing over the edge of the platform because she had no fear of falling from there. "Though sometimes I tried to much to be you then be 'ike ya." She expresses her arm forever being that reminder. How she felt she always came short to that goal how it fueled her anger and made her reckless with herself. She was fine competently fine giving herself up for that. Because who would care if she was gone. Some no body kid with a record by the time she was twelve.

"But I ain't Steve Rogers." This wasn't something sad still nothing negative in her tone as she spoke up. "But Steve Roger is still a big part of who I am becomin' ya know?" She offers the thought was still shaping her head so it was hard to fully shape herself let alone elaborate on. For now. New Years Eve was a day of many things but mostly reflecting back on the year sometimes prior and thinking of what the new one will bring. And that was why Nina was out her. "I love New York always have, always will. I may leave for world savin' missions. But I mostly work here." Which was true she did a lot of solo heroing in the city that wasn't S.H.E.I.L.D. missions. "Took a lot from me but it's givin' me a lot too. 'Ike Autumn course" The one she loved most finally finding something she felt was missing. "Brooks too" The sister she never knew she had lost. "You. The Dad who stepped up." The one thought she voiced. "I know i'm gettin' older and I'm sort mellowin' out from when ya first met me." Nina offers, she knows she never made it easy on poor Steve. But he was always there no matter what.

"So ya know thanks for lettin' me shadow ya for so long, letting me test my own wings out I guess." Nina starts to express "Ya know, bit ago before I walked into the tower tonight. A reporter asked me was my aim to be the next Capitan America?" It was a fair question Steve may be the man out of time but didn't mean time wouldn't one day catch up to him either. So course the thought would be his 'side kicks' take the mantel. "And it's funny cause sometime ago I think I would have said yes or something and proudly be Captian America even. But ya know? I don' want 'hat. We already have Captian America well always have Steve Rogers as that. I feel to honor all of that instead though? Is to show everyone how Captian America helped me become the Stargent instead ya know?" Nina offers "least 'hats how I been thinkin' it. I wanna show the legacy of Captian America not take it over." Nina explains wondering if that makes any sense.

"Because I wouldn't be sitting here now with out ya Dad. In more ways then litteraly mind you. So I wanna show the world what Nina Rogers has to offer. Cause Steve Rogers always showed the little guy can fight too. I was just an abbondoned kid failed by the foster care system who might have ended up for the worse. But instead I got a chance to show my background don' hold me down from wantin" to help 'his city be better. An' I can' do 'hat as Captian America. As You. I can only do thar as me." She smiles feeling more sure if herself then she ever really had. "And ya know wouldn' come to that with you. So ya know." She pauses and waits to see if he dose "aw come on ya know I suck at the mushy stuff. You know what I mean though so thank you."

#muse| nina rogers #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ Let me make you proud show you the best in me -afockoffeathers]#winter season & hoilday meme #meme reply #ic reoly #stay queued

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Fictober 26/31 -- “I’m doing it, shut up.”

Lottie is wonderfully at ease with her body most of the time, but even she has her insecurities. Luckily she’s got healthy coping mechanisms, one of which is creating chaos as only the youngest, unhinged sibling can.

Clint chewed on his cheek thoughtfully, watching as Lottie obediently followed Bruce’s instruction through various yoga poses. She was the only one besides Natasha who could really do the poses without some form of modification, but he wondered how much of it was practice and how much of it was because she was a cat sometimes. She was more flexible than anyone on the team, and she had such fine control over her mutation that she could simply partially shift for the strength she needed.

Not that she needed to for yoga. She’d appeared in the gym to join the rest of the team in a sports bra and shorts, showing off the fact that she was basically pure muscle. Tony had dropped his water bottle. Clint wished he could make fun of him, but he’d spewed his Gatorade all over Thor. She’d always looked so… soft, under her comfy sweaters and swooshy skirts. ‘Even domestic cats have a low body fat percentage, so no matter what I do I just look like this,’ she’d said, clearly embarrassed, and covered her exposed stomach with her arms. They’d all privately decided it wasn’t a topic for discussion based on that.

Natasha had tapped out to go spar with Thor and Steve, but Clint noticed them all glancing over when they took breaks. Tony had tapped out after getting a call from R&D that was just screaming, and he’d sighed and muttered colorfully under his breath about running a company and stalked off. Clint was going to make a highlight reel for him. Steve had made a really interesting noise when Natasha had used her thighs to fling him across the mats.

“So, can you do difficult poses?” Clint asked as Lottie, upside-down, rested her knees on her elbows.

“Crane pose is difficult, Clint,” Bruce admonished, scowling at him.

Clint stuck his tongue out at him, then rolled his eyes. “I mean, sure, it’s advanced, but it’s not like… top hardest yoga pose, is it?”

“Yoga is a spiritual exercise,” Bruce began.

“Yeah, I can do what some people call the top five,” Lottie said, apparently oblivious to the fact that Clint was just teasing her. She tipped her head back to look up at them, blinking slowly. “I’ve talked about Maryam before. Her mom ran her own yoga studio in town. She let all of Maryam’s friends shadow classes so long as we were respectful and helped clean up around the studio.”

Clint couldn’t help a wry smile. “Let me guess. You were especially helpful.”

“I couldn’t say. Apoorva was never really fast and loose with her praise,” Lottie answered, and somehow managed to shrug even with her knees on her elbows. “Probably wouldn’t have felt right, anyway. Cat,” she offered, pupils going feline in demonstration before going round again. “She leaned more into the meditation teachings of it than the Americanized version.”

Bruce perked up. “Oh, do you think you could ask her to suggest some reading materials for me?”

Lottie blinked up at him in surprise. “Uh, yeah? Probably? Can I relax now?”

“Oh my god, yes,” Bruce spluttered, checking his watch. “Lottie, I’m so sorry.”

Clint watched Lottie stretch her legs back up, then back, until her toes touched the floor. Then she simply stood the fuck up, as if her weight hadn’t just been entirely on her arms. “My spine would simply snap in half,” he murmured to himself.

“We could start with an easier position for you,” Bruce offered.

Clint turned to give him a bitch face. “I meant because I’m old.”

“You are pretty old,” Lottie said sympathetically.

Clint stood more on instinct than actual anger, fists coming up. “Old enough to throw you out the window.”

“I’ll snap you like a twig,” Lottie replied, scowling at him, before she giggled and covered her mouth. “I’m sorry. I can’t keep a straight face that long. You know I don’t mean it, right?”

Clint had never for a moment assumed she would. Still, he wasn’t one not to milk a situation in his favor. “You can make it up to me by doing the top five hardest poses.”

Bruce swiveled to glare at him again. “Clint. Behave.”

“I dunno how,” Clint said, and was probably only saved from being punched by Lottie shrugging.

“Yeah, sure,” she agreed.

Bruce turned to look at her and sighed, put upon. “You’re rewarding his bad behavior.”

“I don’t think he knows what good behavior is,” Lottie reasoned.

Clint nodded along, because that sounded about right. Then she grinned, and he realized she’d meant it as an insult. “Hey!”

“I’m doing it,” Lottie cut in before he could say anything else, throwing herself into a handstand. “Shut up.”

“…This is a hard pose?” Clint asked, dubious, as she began spreading her legs.

Bruce crossed his arms and scowled at him. “It takes a lot of core strength and balance, Clint.”

As he watched, Lottie shifted her weight onto her right arm, lifting her left hand up to rest on her hip. Her arm didn’t even tremble. “Holy shit.”

“This isn’t even the hardest one,” Lottie told him smugly.

“I wanna see you do the hardest one,” Clint said.

Bruce rolled his eyes, groaning quietly. “You’re such a child.”

Clint glanced at him, raising his eyebrows in challenge. “Can you do it?”

“No, because I’m older than you. I’d fucking disintegrate,” Bruce scoffed.

Lottie put her hand back on the ground, bringing her legs back together as well. “I don’t find the scorpion pose as difficult as most people,” she said, legs coming forward, forward, forward, until she could tap her toes to her forehead. “I find Sirsasana li Padmasana more difficult, but that’s because I hate putting my head on the floor.”

“ARE YOU DOING THE SCORPION,” Natasha bellowed from the mats.

Clint watched Lottie casually turn on her hands to face her. “Hmm I don’t like this actually.”

“She’s a backwards C,” Bruce agreed, looking faintly green in a sickly way and not a hulkly way.

“You asked,” Lottie scoffed.

“Okay but you’re kind of freaking me out,” Steve said, hiding behind Thor. “Please stop.”

“No, I want to see how long she can hold it,” Natasha argued.

Lottie grinned, wide and sinister, and—for lack of a better term—started sprinting toward the mats on her hands.

“NOOO OH MY GOD,” Steve shouted, terrified, and Thor flinched.

Clint watched her chase the two of them around, cackling, then sighed and looked up at Bruce. “Tony is going to be so upset he missed this.”

Bruce sighed and crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“Huh?” Clint said, but then Steve was grabbing him, picking him up, throwing him in Lottie’s direction. “STEVE WHAT THE FUCK?!”

It didn’t even help, because Lottie expertly swerved around him to continue chasing Steve. Clint decided he deserved it.

.-.

“Oh,” Clint said, as both Lottie and Tony, scorpion posing, cornered a screaming Steve in the common room. He almost felt bad for him.

Luckily Thor eventually came and scooped the two of them up, scolding them about knowing when to end a joke as he carried them away.

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Avengers + others reacting to reader passing out/getting dizzy.

( headcanons )

REQUESTS ~ CLOSED

The whole team ( like everyone ) :

Peter and Bruce notice the signs first. The way your eyes are glazed over. Whoever is closest to you will grab your arm if you sway or stumble forward.

It kinda depends on why you're feeling faint. If it's because of sickness, Bruce will definitely give you an IV so that you start to get better

If it's because of not sleeping, don't be surprised if they drag you to your room and make you go to sleep for like the whole day.

If it's because you haven't ate, then everyone will start arguing over what you should eat. While everyone is arguing, Steve and Bruce sneak away to the kitchen and get you some chocolate and a glass of orange juice

If there's no reason, then they will make sure to have you sit or lay down. They will also always keep a closer eye on you.

Tony Stark

He probably will tease you about being clumsy. He might even make a little joke or comment about it. Once he realizes that you are dizzy, he instantly goes into action.

If you start to pass out and he cannot reach you in time, he'll have one of his suits get around you so that you don't injure yourself falling.

If you don't wake up pretty much immediately, he's going to get Bruce. He might joke at first but he's still worried about you.

If he does reach you in time, he's going to wrap him arm firmly but gently around your waist. Once your eyes slide close, he picks you up and waits for a few moments. If you don't wake up, he'll take you to Bruce.

Steve Rogers :

He's literally by your side as soon as you stagger to the left. He starts rambling off questions. Asking if you had eaten that day or if you are sleepy.

When you pass out from the overwhelming wave of vertigo, his worry triples. He checks your pulse quickly before picking up your limp form.

It doesn't matter if you were only unconscious for three seconds. He is still taking you to Bruce. He deeply cares for you and would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to you.

He also hovers slightly now. He wants to be close enough to make sure that you are feeling okay and not feeling like you are going to pass out.

Bucky Barnes :

" You okay there, doll?" He says as he moves closer.

Once he gets closer, he gets his answer. You feel the room spinning and you blindly grab whatever is close to you. Turns out is was Bucky's metal arm.

He positions his body to where his normal arm wraps around your waist. He doesn't want to hurt you with his metal arm. He guides you to the closest couch and gets a good look at you.

He is trying to get to the bottom of your dizziness when you end up losing consciousness. Bucky immediately yells for Bruce and checks your pulse.

When you wake up, you're in Bucky's bed, a IV in your arm.

" You gave me quite a scare there, doll."

Thor :

If you get lightheaded on Asgard he takes you to the healers immediately. He's is super worried about you. You mean the world to him.

If you get dizzy on earth, he takes you to Bruce. Will not hesitate to pick you up when he sees the way your eyes glaze over.

Will freak out even more if you end up passing out in his arms. He holds you close in his arms. If you are injured and pass out in battle, Thor is p i s s e d.

When that happens he will not hesitate to kill all nearby enemies, his eyes glowing a deep blue as rage clouds him.

Loki :

He'll react similar to Tony. He most likely will tease you about it and make some smart comments about it.

But the moment, your eyes flutter, he teleports to your side. He's a trickster and likes joking around sometimes. But, he will actually draw a line when it comes to your health or your well being.

Demands Bruce to make sure that you are okay. The good thing is, Loki can teleport/shape shift.

So if he notices from far away that you are close to fainting, he'll immediately be by your side, to make sure you don't fall.

May or may not tease you though.

" You fainted directly into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you did not have to resort to such extremes."

Stephen Strange :

Okay if it's before his accident, he will immediately check you out. He's also a " I told you so." Type of guy so don't be surprised if he scolds you.

He will be worried if you end up passing out. Will take you to the hospital but won't let anyone but him and Christine check you out.

If it's after the accident, then you are kind of in luck. He has been more aware of his thoughts. If he notices that you look like you are able to collapse, he won't hesitate to use his powers.

He'll freeze everything to get to your side. He'll resume time when his arm is snug around your waist. Does panic a bit if you end up passing out. Won't let you do anything for the rest of the day.

If you end up passing out before he can freeze time, his cloak will always beat him to getting to you. His cloak will keep you upright so that strange can pick you up.

Peter Parker :

He could sense something was off. He was worried as he made his way to your side.

" Y/N, you oka-"

You fainted out of nowhere, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckled. He was able to stop you from falling.

He had caught you with a web, a string of strong material had latched on your back. This was good enough until peter was able to get in front of you. You slumped forward in his arms.

" Mr. Stark? What should i- d-d-do?" Fear was evident in his eyes.

" Hold tight, kid. I'll get Bruce."

You awaken three minutes later and Peter has tears in his eyes. He thought you were gone forever.

Bruce Banner

Instant worry. As soon as he notices you start to sway unsteadily on your feet, he's going to pick you up. He will do a thorough exam to try and get to the bottom of it.

If you do end up passing out, he'll catch you and lay your body on the exam table, making sure that you are comfortable. While he does your exam, he'll make sure to keep an hand on your hip to make sure that you won't end up slipping

He feels better if he can find a reason behind your fainting. However, if he can't, then he'll will just make a habit of checking up on you more to see if you are feeling okay.

Natasha Romanoff :

She was already super protective of you. She felt really worried when she noticed what state you were in. Discreetly wraps her arm around your waist and supports a good portion of your weight.

Her grip tightens on you when your knees start to buckle. If you end up passing out, she will lift you into her arms and go in search of Bruce.

She won't leave your side while you are being attended to. She will also hold your hand while you are out. This is so you will recognize her when you wake up so you won't be alone.

May or may not use you feeling dizzy as an excuse to cuddle extra close to you. That way if you do end up passing out she will be close to catch you. + More affection.

Wanda Maximoff :

If she cannot reach you in time when you begin to lose consciousness, she will definitely use her powers. She would levitate you as gently as she could.

It also depends on where you feel dizzy at as well. If you feel dizzy but you are out and about, she will discreetly being you close and wrap her arm around you to keep you upright and steady.

If you start to feel lightheaded at the compound, Wanda will fully use her powers to make sure that you are safe. She will also carry you to bed.

Will not let you get up unless it's to go to the bathroom.

Vision :

Starts asking you questions while guiding you to the nearest soft surface. If you do end up passing out, he will pull you into his arms. He will time how long you are out for. If it's longer than a minute, he's taking you to Bruce.

Also keeps you a little snack stash for whenever you feel lightheaded or feel faint. You have also noticed that he is starting to hover more ( literally and figuratively ). If he notices you start to sway, he'll go right behind you and gently grab you so that you lean back against his chest.

While doing this, Vision will also discreetly check your pulse and temperature, but most times when he does that you are too out of it to even notice.

Just naturally worried about you. He wants you to be happy and healthy so he always makes sure to ask if you are feeling alright. You should also use it to get more cuddles out of him. When you cuddle up to him suddenly out of the blue, he will immediately ask you if you are alright.

Sam Wilson

Takes you to Bruce immediately. No like for real. And don't even get him started if you do end up passing out. Sam loves you so much so he's going to make sure that you are good.

Definitely makes you eat real food. None of that instant stuff. Even if he has to make it himself. If it's stops you from feeling faint, then he's willing to do that for you.

CUDDLING.... MORE CUDDLING.

He is definitely one of those people who loves cuddling with their s/o. If you do end up passing out, he will definitely be taking you to Bruce.

If there is no reason for your fainting then Sam will put you in bed. He will also make sure that you are as comfortable as he can make you. He will also have your favorite snack/food and/or movie ready.

Might make a joke or two about it.

Clint Barton :

( I forgot him oops )

Okay, he's like a mix between Natasha and Tony. He would tease you a little but like the instant he sees that you are looking a little out of it, he kinda panics. He definitely hovers close to you. However long this spell goes on, he will have both hands on you.

Will drag you to Bruce of he has to. He doesn't play around when it comes to your health. Once Clint has you steady he will crack a joke or two after make sure that you're good.

" I guess you could say you're falling for me."

Is a lot more hesitant for you to go into battle. He's now like ten times more protective of you, especially if the enemies know about your fainting spells.

He feels a little better about it if there's a reason behind you feeling woozy. Of it's something that can be fixed like eating enough, he'll make sure he always has snacks/drinks on him when you are around. He'll pull you into his lap and will make sure you are straight .

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