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Fixation
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem!)Reader
Summary: You’ve known Wanda ever since she began her time as an Avenger. You considered yourself unspecial compared to everyone else. Even when she chose Vision over you, you never stopped finding Wanda so fascinating to you.
Warnings: MoM spoilers, Angst, Self-Esteem/Mental Health Issues
A/n: If you haven’t watched MoM yet, I recommend skipping this until you watch it.
Unconditionally - Katy Perry
Key: +*+ = Time skips
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-Post Winter Soldier-
Through your mother, she would tell the story of how she met your father. She would often tell you a tale of how ‘special’ people like you and your father would find their form of soulmate. They would find themselves fixated on a specific person, to the point where they would become anyone they wanted them to be.
“The real challenge was for the person to reciprocate the feelings back,” You explain, “Well, call it a little stalker-ish... But, my father got lucky with my mom.”
“Who was your father again?” Natasha asks
“Never met him...” You say, “But, my mother would always tell me how he was the sweetest guy ever. Gave her everything she desired, not just by a snap of his fingers like a king would to woo the heart of their potential queen. He actually worked towards getting her the finer things in life.”
“You being one of them?” She asks
“Guess so,” You smile
-Age of Ultron-
You were split from Clint Barton as you, him, Thor, Steve and Natasha were attempting to stop Ultron and his sentries from taking the Vibranium. But the challenge were his two accomplices: Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.
-The Girl tried to warp my mind, it would take special care to keep her at bay, I doubt a human could do it. Fortunately, I am Mighty-
Thor says over the comms.
Oh we’ll see about that buddy...
You became determined. To prove to a god that you, a measly human could keep a woman with telepathic powers at bay. However, finding her was the trick. She could have been anywhere.
-Y/n, get back to the ship. This could get hairy...-
Natasha became the mother figure you needed ever since losing your own, and since joining the Avengers. However, you still weren’t at full extent with your powers.
I have to do this... I want to prove my worth to everyone...
Natasha was basically a highly skilled former assassin, Clint had perfect eyesight when it came to a bow and arrow, Bruce was a walking time bomb of Green Anger, Thor was a god, Steve was a super soldier and Tony had a suit of armor he could modify with ease.. You weren’t sure why you were still in this band of people with superior abilities, or why they still wanted you there.
“It just...” a feminine voice pulls you out of your own self-doubting thoughts
You turn your head towards the voice and there she was... Wanda Maximoff.
“Bounced off...” She says, when she realizes that you had no reaction to her magic
“Well, when you already picture your own self-doubt and fears your little mind controlling thing is very inefficient,” You explain, lightly chuckling
Wanda couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. Even on the field, even if she was your enemy, you couldn’t help but smile at her little giggle. However, even though you were too fixated on the way she laughed, she tries once more to mind-control you. But like the first time, she watches it bounce right off of you.
“Still not gonna work lovely,” You say
Before you could attempt to bring her in, you thought too late as her speed-powered brother comes to her rescue; punching you, knocking your face onto the ground.
+*+
You continuously thought about your small interaction with Wanda back in Africa as you sit in the field of Clint’s house.
“Clint said you came out here,” Natasha comes up to you
“Nat... Is it odd that I found myself... Fixated on that Wanda girl?” You ask, “It’s like she won’t get out of my head...”
“Maybe she really got to you when she hit you with her mind control trick,” Natasha suggests, sitting next to you
‘That’s the thing... Nat, she tried doing that, twice. But, they didn’t work both times,” You explain
“You already must be going through some dark shit then,” Natasha tries to pass it off as a mood enlightener
However, she looks at you and see no reaction, her smile drops.
“Oh my god y/n, I’m so sorry I-I thought-” She immediately tries to comfort you
“I haven’t even discovered who I am, my powers are still manifesting, I don't know why any of you actually enjoy having me here or unless I am so that I could be used as some kind of secret weapon against these two kids...” You try to spew everything at once
You begin curling yourself into an upward fetal position as you begin uncontrollably hyperventilating.
“Hey Hey Hey y/n it’s okay,” Natasha wraps an arm around you, trying to comfort you
“Who the hell am I?!” You sob
“Y/n, y/n look at me,” Natasha shifts her body to sit in front of you
You finally look up and look at her.
“You are y/n y/l/n,” Natasha explains, “Daughter of an amazing mother and share the special traits of your father. It’s okay that you don’t know who you are yet. You still have a whole entire life ahead of you. I’m with you every step of the way.”
+*+
“You,” Pietro calls out to you
You were in the middle of putting on some Armor.
“Me?” You ask
He nods, “I need you to do me a huge favor,” He says
“Shoot,” You say
“My sister seems very fixated with you,” He says, “I always see you at her side. But, seeing her smile when you're around... That’s something my sister hasn’t been able to do in a very long time.”
“You’re implying?” You ask, not catching on to what he was implying
“I need you to look after Wanda, should anything happen to me,” He says, “Although that’s not the goal. But, my point is, just in case.”
“Deal,” You say, “Name’s y/n by the way.”
+*+
“I got her back Pietro,” You tell him, “Don’t worry.”
Wanda looks over at you from across the key, looking at you in absolute awe.
“It’s you and me,” You smile at her
+*+
You snatch Wanda up into your arms and use whatever leg power you had left. However, you found yourself shifting through a black haze; you were on one of the cargo ships that Nick Fury launched to bring the civilians to the hellicarrier.
“Wands are you okay?” You ask, looking down at her, still holding her in your embrace
“Yeah, I’m okay,” She replies, looking up at you, “How... How did you do that?”
“I... Don’t know,” You answer, “What matters more is that we’re safe.”
-Civil War-
You run over to Wanda as she comes back to consciousness after getting hit with a sonic ray, you pull her into your arms.
“Hey hey are you okay?!” You ask her, attempting to check her for any noticeable wounds
“I’m okay y/n,” She smiles
You two hear the footsteps of the German government coming to apprehend you and your team. You honestly were neutral about choosing to be on team Rogers or Stark. But when you saw that Wanda chose to be on Steve’s side, after Vision attempted to keep her at the complex, you immediately followed behind her. No real reason. Just Wanda.
“I’m sorry... To the both of you,” Vision comes up to the both of you
“Us too,” You say, knowing Wanda felt reluctant enough
You hear the German government come even closer...
Wanda doesn’t deserve to be locked up again...
The small team coming for you and Wanda stop. Both Wanda and Vision look at you; the brown of your eyes turned a bright blue flame. Your field of vision towards the civilians.
“Y/n... Stop,” Vision calmly instructs you
However, you were in a trance-like state. As if you didn’t hear him, you easily lift Wanda into your arms as you begin easily walking straight past them. A familiar black haze forms a portal as you and Wanda disappear into the other side.
-Infinity War-
You were returning to your shared apartment with Wanda after running out to get dinner. However, when you look up to your window, you saw her with Vision, in a loving embrace. You knew Vision came to visit Wanda often. But, you noted how they became even closer.
Ouch...
However, even after Vision leaves, everything was seemingly normal between you and Wanda.
“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” Wanda comes up to you
“Nothing,” You lie, smiling
“Promise?” She asks, looking up at you
“Promise,”You smile down at her
+*+
You were waiting for Wanda to return from a date with Vision. It was another evening by yourself, even though Wanda promised to have an evening with you. However, you weren’t surprised at that point. You just wanted to make sure that Wanda had a good time.
~
“Even if the one fell for someone else, you never really fall out of love for them. You just simply become someone they can turn to when they need someone. Whether that is actually their lover or a very close, trusting friend,” Your mother explains
“Won’t it hurt?” You ask her
“Most likely,” She answers, “But, you never really think of yourself. You really think of them over everything else. You would want them to be happy. So you do everything in your power to make them feel as such, even if they have someone in their life. having them know they have one other person that cares about them as much would mean everything to them.”
~
You thought about how your mother explained the legend of ‘special’ people like you and your father find their soulmate. However, you’ve found yourself fixated on Wanda for the last couple of years, even when she found herself fixated on Vision. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you hear a blast in the distance. You go up to the window and see flashes of red light and two bodies falling from the sky.
Shit!
+*+
“Y/n, I need to ask you for a huge favor,” Vision walks up to you
Wanda attempts to walk up to the both of you so that she could listen in.
“In private,” He turns to Wanda
You look up at him, confused. Ever since the attack, Wanda has been nearly at his side, even throughout the complex. Vision lead you through an empty hallway, looking over to the direction you two had walked through, making sure Wanda didn’t secretly follow.
“I don’t think they’ll be able to get the stone out of my head quick enough before Thanos reaches it,” Vision says, “Wanda though... She’s going to need someone to keep her company once I’m gone...”
“What are you asking Vis?” You ask
“I’m asking you,” He begins, getting on both of his knees
He doesn’t make eye contact with you. As if feeling some kind of shame, he looks down at the ground.
“Please,” He begs, “I need you to look after Wanda once I’m gone. Should something happen to me. She has experienced enough loss. I know after this one, I don’t know if she’ll ever recover from it. I’m asking you to be at her side through everything. Promise me y/n... For Wanda’s sake...”
But, she’ll never be truly happy with me...
That was what you wanted to tell him. You wanted to also tell him that you and the team weren’t going to let him die and that they will figure out a way for him to live and that Wanda would be happy.
“Deal,” Was what came out of your mouth
+*+
“Wanda...” Your first thought comes out of your mouth as you regain consciousness
Your vision comes to... Vision... His lifeless... Grey body...
No no no no...
However, once you look up, Wanda was turning to dust...
“Wanda!” You yelp, launching yourself
You outreach your arm right as Wanda fully disappears. Your heart thumped against your temples as you try to process the fact that Wanda was dusted right in front of your eyes, under Vision’s lifeless body. You back yourself into a tree as you let out a blood curdling scream, running your fingers roughly across your scalp, through your hair.
“WANDA!!!!” You repeatedly scream
It wasn’t until Natasha was the first one to pull you into an embrace, trying to calm you down.
-Wandavision-
“Stop!” You cry out
The soldiers lower their guns as they stand there. Wanda looks at the irises of their eyes; a familiar blue flame color in them. They move out of the way, making a pathway for you as you appear before Wanda. Her eyes widen as she watches you approach her.
“You’re with them?” She asks you
“No,” You answer, “By may own free will. I didn’t know they were going to do this... I’m here so I can bring you home...”
“I am home,” She tells you
“Keeping all of these people here against their will?” You ask, “I know that you always talked about wanting a life of where you don’t have to be afraid of your own powers, to be who you are...”
Wanda looks at you, unamused.
“I don’t know what’s harder: trying to get you to come to your senses or traveling the world to find you,” You confess
“You... Traveled the world?... To find me?” Wanda asks
You look at her in total surprise, she really thought you gave up after Tony’s funeral.
“Yeah,” You say, “It wasn’t easy to do. Everyone wasn’t willing to answer, or they would intentionally avoid me when I would ask about you... Until Monica contacted me.”
“So you are with them?!” Wanda’s scary demeanor coming back
“No,” You say, “I’m here for you. I don’t give a rat’s ass about what their goals are. One thing I know for sure is that I found you and I’m not going anywhere until you come home.”
“I am home now,” Wanda repeats, “And you don’t have to be without me again.”
She takes a hold of you with her magic, strings of red wrapping around your arms so that you wouldn’t use your pwn powers against her. She begins dragging you along back into the Hex.
-Multiverse of Madness-
You return your horse back to his stable after a day out in the field.
“Y/n y/l/n,” Dr. Strange calls your name
You sigh and turn around to face the Sorcerer.
“Dr. Strange,” You smile, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I need your help,” He says
“What kind of desperate help are you in need of now?” You ask
You didn’t mean to call him weak like that but, that was how it came out.
“Wanda Maximoff has turned evil,” He bluntly states
You stop washing your dishes and slowly turn around. Unholy anger begins building up in you as you turn to look at him.
“Tell me you’re lying,” You say, practically growling
“Y/n... Calm down, let me explain,” He says
You look down and see a blue flame-like haze beginning to form around your hands.
“You’ve worked with her the most,” He says
“That’s an understatement,” You say
It was true. You were the last person she is very close with, maybe the only person. You would think Clint Barton would have checked on Wanda, but, after Westview, he didn’t even attempt to try and talk some sense into her, that was you.
“I’ve been trying to look after her ever since I promised to Vision that I’d be there for her. But it’s hard when she continues running off...” You sigh, “You still didn’t properly explain to me why you insulted Wanda by calling her an evil being.”
“Have you heard of the Darkhold?” He asks
“That book that Wanda was reading?” You ask
”You allowed her to read that?!” Dr. Strange asks, furious
“Strange, I only know so much about the type of magic you work with,” You say, “I was born with mine and I still haven’t even manifested the full extent of them.”
“The Darkhold has the ability to corrupt the reader,” He explains, “I came to Wanda, attempting to have her help us take down the demons after America Chavez who has the power to travel through the multiverse.”
You think back to the moment you and Wanda heard her kids’ voices...
“And since you were the one who allowed her to read that, you can right it by helping us stop her from breaking all laws of natural order,” He demands
“I’m pretty sure this is now a ‘I’m not asking, I’m telling’ kind of situation yeah?” You ask
He nods.
“Okay...” You sigh, “Let’s go.”
+*+
You didn’t know when you hit the ground of Mount Wundagore after attempting to talk to Wanda once more, but you knew that your life was slipping before your very eyes.
I didn’t even tell... Wanda how I felt...
After the amount of times she threatened you, captured you, even hurt you, you knew better. You knew better than anyone now of what she has been going trough.
“You’re really giving up here?” A male voice calls
Who?...
A beam of light crackles from beneath the earth’s crust.
Satan?...
“Close enough,” He says, “I’m actually your dad. King of the Underworld, overseer of the deceased souls.”
Hades?...
“Not quite either,” He says, “Now are you going to let your sorry ass die here, or will you fight for the one you love?”
How the hell a I going to do that? I can’t move my entire body, I’m slipping into death, And I’m on the ground... She’s all the way up there...
“Fully manifest your powers, save her from the influence of the Darkhold,” He says, “Break her out of your senses.”
How?..
“No longer question yourself,” He tells you, “Believe in yourself. Never be afraid of who you are.”
+*+
Wanda was continuing to absorb America’s powers. Still clinging onto the hope that she’d be able to be with Billy and Tommy.
“Stop this!” Your voice booms throughout the temple
She looks up towards the cliff and nearly stops. Wanda was attempting to read you... You seemed... Different. Not entirely but, the energy didn’t match what was before. But, the giant beings began putting themselves in front of Wanda, preventing you from getting to her.
“Don’t start,” You speak to them
With a simple wave of your hand; illuminated in a bright blur/black angelic ray of light outline, the beings fall behind you, over the cliff.
“Would Vision want this for you?” You ask, “How would Billy and Tommy see you after what you’ve become?”
“Don’t speak to me about them!” She spits at you, “You don’t know the amount amount of loss I have suffered! You will never understand!”
“Actually,” You start, “I understand it all too well... I never met my father whom I literally just met 2 minutes ago, lost my birth mother to an aneurysm, and my mother figure to a goddamn stone. I understand completely... Wanda...”
“Then I’ll just drop you off in a reality where you can live with them all,” Wanda attempts to negotiate with you
“I don’t want that,” You confess, walking even closer, “Because there is something more that I could ever want in this reality and this one alone...”
“And what could that possibly be?” She asks
You don’t give her a straightforward answer but give her a straightforward stare.
“W-Wanda Maximoff is gone,” She attempts to hide her blush, “Only the Scarlet Witch is left!!”
“No,” You say, reaching the other end of the enchantment table, “I know you’re still in there Wands... I know you are,”
“You are so naive,” She attempts to hurt you, “You always attempt to find the good in people even when the good in them is clearly gone.”
“You never doubted the good in me, when I didn’t see it myself,” You say, “What makes you think that I’ll doubt your goodness?”
You know it sounded quite selfish of you. But, what else could have been said? You loved her, deeply. The idea of her leaving you behind for another universe with her kids that weren’t even hers hurts enough.
“I don’t get it,” Wanda begins breaking
“Don’t get what?” You ask, beginning to walk around the table
“Why are you doing this?” She asks, “I’ve hurt you countless times, left you countless times for Vision
+*+
You groan as your vision comes to. You don’t know how long you’ve been out for however, you hear screaming.
Wanda...
You immediately bolt onto your feet and rush toward the portal. But stop. Your Wanda fell to the ground. When you look ahead of her, you notice... Another Wanda, with Billy and Tommy.
“Wanda?” You ask
Both look at you. You actually didn’t specify to whom, but your Wanda noticed how you were staring at the other Wanda.
“Wanda!” A similar voice calls out
Another you... Rushes through the kitchen, immediately embracing Wanda and the boys.
“What happened to you?!” Other you holds Other Wanda’s face in your hands
“I’m okay,” She says, caressing other you’s face, “I’m okay love.”
Love?...
You watch as other Wanda begins to make her way over to your Wanda; Billy and Tommy attempting to keep her from approaching her other variant.
“It’s okay boys,” She assures her kids
Other You attempted to hold her back as well, but you watch her console the other you, so lovingly... Something you never gotten from your Wanda... You watch her walk up to your version of herself and gently raise her fingers to caress her doppelgängers cheek.
“Know that they’ll be loved,” She tells your Wanda
Her vision changed to you.
“Though it took time... For her and I,” Other Wanda gestures to the other you, “But, I love you... In every universe...”
Her hand reaches up to brush her fingers against your cheek. Tears streamed down your face as the portal began to close.
“I opened the Darkhold...” Wanda states, levitating herself onto her throne, “I have to be the one to close it.”
You, America, and Wong were preparing to head back to Kamar-Taj to regroup however, when you turned around to check if Wanda was right behind you, she isn’t.
“Go, y/n,” She tells you
You turn back to face Wong and America.
“I got it from here,” You smile at them, watching America close the portal
You run back up to her, attempting to grab at her arm. However, you look around you and notice how Wanda wasn’t going to move.
“Wanda come on!” You gesture
“I’ve hurt too many people,” She cries, “You should leave while you still have the chance.”
Not again...
You hp up onto the throne, facing the opposite of Wanda. You attempt to gain a grip on her shoulders as she tries to force you off of her.
“What are you doing y/n?! Get out while you still can!” Wanda screams, trying to push you away
“NOT AGAIN!” You scream, finally breaking, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you in this damn world!”
Wanda stops pushing you and stares.
“You really want to be with someone who has been mistreating you all your life?” She asks
“I don’t care if you’ve mistreated me,” You say, “Mistreat me, make me pissed the hell off, hell, even shatter my heart into a million pieces! I made a promise to Vision... To your Brother... Even vowed to myself that I wouldn't ever let you be by yourself... I love you Wanda.”
You shut the gap between your face and Wanda’s. She widens her eyes as the bright light begins to darken. She realizes silver-y grey wings began appearing before you.
“You... Have wings?” Wanda pulls away
You turn your head over your shoulders.
“Huh... That makes sense on how I can fly,” You say, shrugging
“You just now see them too?” She asks
“Well... Guess I never could find a way to believe in myself,” You chuckle, “Knowing you do too guess it’s now visible to us...”
Your arms wrap around Wanda as she continues to bring Mount Wundagore crumbling down. You didn’t know what was going to happen, but you didn’t care. You were with Wanda now. That was all that mattered to you.
“It’s You and Me,” You say
Epilogue
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Magic Moment - Chapter 11, Lord Buchanan
Summary: Arriving at the palace in the Kingdom of the Green Lands, Lord and Lady Buchanan are shown their quarters, where they indulge themselves until dressing for dinner. King Thorn presents Dr. Jane Foster to them, describing how she literally appeared in front of him. Ileana, then Queen Peg, and Lady Stark counsel her, revealing their own origins.
Length: 3.2K
Characters: Lord and Lady Buchanan, King Steven and Queen Peg, Lord and Lady Stark, King Thorn, Dr. Jane Foster.
Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which may be unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. Some discussion of roles of women in this society.
Author’s notes: Pretty straightforward. Jane’s presence will become more important as her scientific knowledge will help uncover some mysteries about this particular world.
<<Chapter 10
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Tom Cooper proved to be good at his tasks as he organized Lady Natasha's dresser to be ready in an hour to accompany the Lady Natasha to King Thorn's castle. Once she was away he rode back to the castle and sought out Lady Yelena, advising her of her sister's wishes. Yelena packed her sister's battle gear and entrusted it to the young man. As he spoke to her his own sister appeared and they reunited briefly before he returned to the tent to await the lady and accompany her to his Lord.
As Lady Natasha's preparations were being made so were those of Lord Buchanan and the Lady Ileana. It was his intention to ride to his lands immediately after the coronation but he asked Ileana to stay at the castle until he was sure his lands were safe. She complied after a lively discussion with Buchanan when she realized that he was not willing to be flexible where her safety was concerned. On the journey to King Thorn's castle Lord Buchanan rode beside his wife.
"Your riding skills have improved greatly in the past week," he said. "I have a fine horse in mind for you once it is safe to return to my lands."
"It is part of my training, my Lord," she replied. "As long as it is a horse that can be ridden into battle I will be satisfied."
"Surely you don't plan to stay in the Queen's Guard forever?" he asked.
"I told you of my intentions before we consummated our marriage," she said with feeling. "You agreed then. Are you withdrawing your agreement now that we are fully married? Is that the kind of man you are?"
"No," he said after a few moments. "Perhaps I was testing your resolve as well as my own. You are much changed from the maiden I rescued when you first arrived. It still takes some getting used to but you still have my heart and my support, fair lady."
Ileana put her hand out to her husband and he took it briefly as Magnus moved closer to her smaller horse. The ride to King Thorn's castle took several hours but was uneventful. When they arrived the atmosphere was filled with pageantry as banners and flags flew everywhere. Grooms appeared out of nowhere to handle the horses and once Buchanan dismounted he offered her his arms to dismount her horse. She accepted it, wanting to feel his arms around her again which didn't go unnoticed by him as he held her in his arms for a few moments.
"My lady, I think you wish a repeat of our earlier tryst," he said in a low voice. "I must admit to wishing for it myself."
He lowered her to the ground and offered his arm as they entered the reception hall of King Thorn. It was a truly beautiful castle, reminding Ileana of something out of a movie. The hall was high ceilinged with great columns of stone in front of massive windows. Below the ceiling were great chandeliers that seemed to float in the air. Buchanan watched her reaction to the palace.
"King Thorn comes from a line with magic in their blood," he explained. "Their lands are rich with precious metals but they have found a way to extract them without damaging their forests. It's why this kingdom is known as the Kingdom of the Green Lands."
"No wonder his brother wanted it for himself," she commented. "It is magnificent."
At the end of the reception hall King Thorn was greeting each Lord and Lady in person, thanking them for their help in securing his throne. When Buchanan presented himself, Thorn embraced him affectionately then turned his attention to Ileana.
"Lady Buchanan," he said. "The description that was given of you was inadequate. The women from your world truly carry themselves differently than those born here. You are a vision of great beauty, combined with intelligence and understanding. I am envious of Buchanan for securing your heart before I had a chance to compete for it."
"Perhaps a fair lady from my world will appear in your kingdom and be meant for you, your Majesty," said Ileana, curtsying gracefully. "I believe magic brought me here. My Lord has said you are descended from magic. Perhaps that can secure you your queen."
"I will take comfort in your words," said the King. "Please, both of you, join me in my private dining hall for a more intimate meal later with our friends."
Ileana curtsied again and Buchanan bowed. They walked through the great hall to a large doorway that led to a garden centred with an ancient tree. Its trunk was twisted and gnarled but the canopy of leaves it produced were as green as any other tree.
"It's said this tree was planted over a thousand years ago by the ancestor of the King," said Buchanan, "As long as it stands and bears green leaves so shall the kingdom stand."
They sat on a bench and gazed at the magnificence of the ancient tree until a servant appeared to lead them to their quarters. They went up a great staircase to the second level of the palace and were shown into a large room with a large bed set against the far wall. The windows were open to the garden with the ancient tree but were covered by gauzy linens to give them privacy from anyone viewing from the other side. Two doors led to their dressing areas, each with hot running water and a large bath.
"This kingdom has always been more advanced than our own," said Buchanan. "They have used magic to create much of the magnificence you see. It will be several hours until we join the King in his private dining hall. Would you lay with me for a time?"
Ileana took off her riding cloak and sat in a chair to remove her boots. Buchanan kneeled before her and removed them for her. He massaged her feet and removed her stockings before leaning in and kissing her tenderly. His hands found their way inside her riding skirt and Ileana gasped slightly when he touched her undergarment. In response she lifted his riding jacket off and undid the buttons of his vest, pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He pulled his riding shirt off, exposing his well muscled torso, then lifted her out of the chair and placed her on the bed where she fumbled trying to undo her own jacket and corset. Smiling he leaned over her.
"Let me, my Ileana," he whispered.
She allowed him to undress her which he did sensuously, stopping to kiss and caress her as he removed every piece of clothing she wore. Only then did he remove his boots and breeches and lay on top of her, their legs intertwined as they felt the pleasures from the touching of their skin. When she opened herself to his entry he slipped in fully, filling her with passion. She kissed him fiercely and wrapped her arms and legs around her husband pulling him deeper into her as if they could merge their bodies into one. He responded in kind, mouthing her neck and breasts as he continued pressing his manhood into her. When he felt her body tense just prior to her release he kissed her forcefully then watched the ecstasy play itself over her face and being before allowing himself to join her in bliss. Both were glistening from the exertion of their bodies but neither cared as they hungrily kissed and caressed the other.
"James, what was that?" asked Ileana. "Never has sex been so intense for me."
"Truly I don't know what came over us," he said softly, as he continued kissing her. "Perhaps it is the magic in this place. I felt as one with you from the moment I joined with your body. Ileana, I love you with all that is in me."
He pulled a cover over them and they continued to enjoy the remnants of the intense joining they had just experienced. So involved were they with each other that they didn't notice the doors to their dressing areas open to signal their baths were ready. Alice and Gerard looked at each other from the opposite doorways wondering if they dared to intrude on the couple. Hesitantly Gerard cleared his throat.
"M'Lord," he said clearly. "Your baths have been drawn and your clothes for the private dinner with King Thorn have been laid out. Alice and I await you and M'Lady's indulgence."
Buchanan lifted his head finally noticing the change in the sun's shadow indicating the passage of time.
"Thank you, Gerard," he said. "Bring me my dressing gown and I will leave first. Alice may attend my Lady after."
Gerard brought out a dressing gown for Buchanan and returned to the dressing area. Kissing Ileana lovingly once more he covered himself and retired to his dressing area. Alice brought out Ileana's dressing gown.
"I'm sorry we interrupted, M'Lady," she said. "You were both wrapped up in the enchantment after your coupling. Truly your marriage is blessed to have such harmony in the bedroom."
"We were definitely wrapped up in each other," replied Ileana. "I was in another relationship before I was brought to this world. Never did I experience with him what I have experienced with Lord Buchanan."
She covered herself with her dressing gown and followed Alice to the dressing area. Alice bound her hair up in a covering before assisting her into the stone bathtub. The water was as warm as that in a hot tub and it warmed Ileana thoroughly within minutes. She noticed the tub had fixtures.
"They have plumbing here," she said. "The Queen has told me that she and the King are looking to bring plumbing into their palace. It makes it so much easier to be clean."
"All I had to do was turn the handle," said Alice. "No hauling of water in buckets. It was a pleasure to draw this bath for you."
Alice poured in some essence of wildflowers and Ileana washed herself in the scented water. Upon its completion she once again allowed Alice to dress her, wearing the blue dress. Her hair was twisted to lay to one side and adorned with small flowers. When she stepped out of her dressing area Buchanan awaited her in his black breeches, silk shirt and vest, covered by a navy blue and black brocade jacket. He smiled at her arrival and offered his arm, escorting her out of the room and down the great staircase to where a servant led them to the King's private dining hall. Already there were King Thorn and a young woman dressed in plain but rich clothes who looked totally out of place.
"Good, you're here," said King Thorn. "Lord and Lady Buchanan may I present Dr. Jane Foster. She suddenly appeared not one hour ago and is from another world like yourself Lady Buchanan, but apparently not your world."
Ileana looked at the dark haired woman and approached her. "Hi, I'm Ileana," she said. "I come from a future timeline where I'm American, from New Orleans and I'm a website designer. Tell me about yourself."
"You heard my name," said Jane. "I'm a doctor of astrophysics, I've worked with SHIELD and the Avengers. He keeps calling himself Thorn but in my world he is Thor, God of Thunder and we were a couple, until we weren't. He was an Avenger."
Ileana shook her head. "I don't know what SHIELD and the Avengers are," she explained. "They're not a part of my world. In this world King Thorn is King of the Green Lands. In fact his coronation is tomorrow. There are several modern women who have found themselves in this world. It's overwhelming at first but we adapt. I fell in love with my husband and made the decision to stay. Queen Peg is from a modern world as well."
"I can't stay here," said Jane. "He's too much like Thor and I don't know if I can bear it. Plus, my work...I have to get back to my work."
"Your Majesty," said Ileana, "is the Sorceress nearby? She needs to meet Dr. Foster and determine if her future is set."
"I have sent for her," he said, looking anxiously at Jane. "Dr. Foster, please don't be distressed. You are safe here, I promise."
"One thing I have found is that if a man of King Thorn's calibre promises your safety they will follow through on it," said Ileana. "They are men of honour and will uphold your honour as well. Relax, you are with friends, even if our home worlds are different."
Jane smiled and placed her hand on Ileana's. "Thank you," she said. "That helps. King Thorn doesn't have a brother named Loki, does he?"
"No, his brother's name was Loke," said Ileana, then added in a low voice. "He was forced to kill his brother after he attempted to seize the kingdom. My husband, and our king, with many others supported Thorn in regaining control."
"That is just bizarre," said Jane. "What can you tell me about the technology?"
"This timeline is a weird mixture of medieval and renaissance with magic thrown in as well," replied Ileana. "They fight mostly with swords, and bow and arrows but Queen Peg designed a pistol that became used in the conflict. Travel is by horseback. They are aware of future timelines and the technology they have, like television and the internet, although they don't really understand it. Queen Peg has a theory that women like us are being dropped here to change this world, modernize it."
Thorn and Buchanan watched the two women talk. "Buck, she literally dropped in front of me," said Thorn. "I knew from her clothing she was a future woman but she recognized me, except she called me Thor. I suspect we were close in her timeline. She is beautiful."
"Perhaps you have found your queen," replied Buchanan. "Respect her space and get used to seeing her in breeches if she decides to stay."
King Steven and Queen Peg were the next to arrive along with Lady Falcon. King Thorn apprised them of the situation and both Peg and Natasha went to the other women. Ileana introduced them. Although Natasha was native born she had learned much from her association with Queen Peg and she also brought up Peg's theory.
"If you are here to bring change to my world I would beg you to stay," she said. "Before the Queen I was destined to be married off to some fat old Lord who would treat me as his property. But now I am one of the best warriors in the land and I chose my own husband, Lord Falcon."
"Natasha?" questioned Jane. "Falcon is Sam Wilson? Is that your husband's name? Lord Buchanan, is his name James Barnes? And King Steven...is his name Steve Rogers? They are all Avengers in my timeline, as is Natasha."
The other three women looked astounded at her then looked at the other three men. "That is too much to be a coincidence," said Peg. "I wish the Sorceress were here. She can see into other timelines and can interpret this, although even her knowledge has been unsure. Ileana was supposed to go back but she had a seizure and it changed her future here."
Lord and Lady Stark were announced and Jane stood up. "Oh my God," she said. "That's Tony and Pepper Stark! What the hell is going on?"
"Well, my name is Piper, not Pepper," said Lady Stark, "and my husband is Anthony. You're from a future world?"
"As am I, and Lady Buchanan," said Queen Peg. "Are you from a future world?"
Lady Stark looked at her husband and he raised his eyebrows then nodded. "Yes, but only my husband knew," she said. "I was CEO of a technology company when my corporate jet suffered a sudden decompression. I woke up in this world with Lord Stark looking anxiously over me in his stables. He was going to call the Sorceress but I begged him to keep my presence secret. Seeing the times I was in I didn't want to risk being seen as something evil. Looks like I needn't have worried."
"How long have you been here?" asked Ileana.
"About five years," replied Lady Stark. "When I heard the Queen had designed a pistol and had kicked out the bishop I realized you were also from a future world. Lady Buchanan, we have never met, but I heard you joined the Queen's Guard. You're from a future world?"
Ileana nodded and Lady Stark looked back at her husband. "You may be right," she said. "Your world is on the cusp of a great change and I think we're the catalysts."
"I've been thinking this for some time, your Majesties, Lord Buchanan," said Lord Stark. "Ever since we defeated the mad Titan so many changes have come upon our world, all centred around women from future times being trapped here. Some were able to leave but many others have stayed and adapted to our world but have wrought subtle and not so subtle changes."
Lady Stark smiled. "He had a lightbulb moment," she said to the amusement of the other women, except Lady Falcon. "He's a very smart man. You wouldn't believe the lab he has created in the castle. It's like living with Leonardo da Vinci sometimes."
"There's a reason for all of this," said Jane. "As a scientist I'm intrigued enough to stay and try to figure it out. King Thorn, I will stay as your guest."
"You do me great honour," said Thorn, bowing low to her. "Come, let us dine and we can discuss these new developments together, as friends and allies."
He offered his arm to Jane. King Steven offered his arm to his queen, Buchanan offered his to both Ileana and Natasha, and Lord and Lady Stark came last. Through the next door opening was the private dining room of King Thorn. Like most of the other rooms in his palace it had large windows that looked out on the great tree at the centre of his interior garden. The lights were suspended by magic and cast a golden glow over everything. As the evening went on Jane Foster found herself enjoying the company of all of them but especially King Thorn. He was so much like her Thor but he was different as well. He still had a commanding presence but his intellect was keen and he had interests in music and literature. Unlike Thor and Loki, Thorn and Loke were blood brothers, fathered by the same man but with different mothers as Thorn's mother died in childbirth. His brother's betrayal and death still weighed heavily upon his mind. By the end of the evening Jane found herself liking the man very much. From across the table Peg, Ileana and Piper watched the couple and knew the magic of this world was influencing her just as it had influenced them. Ultimately she would have to make a decision to stay or go back.
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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Reader: Female
Summary: Y/n tries to figure out why Natasha has been tired lately.
A/n: Sorry, long fic. Don't know how to do the KEEP READING link thing, if someone wants to explain how to do that.
Note: I did have other parts for this, but I wasn't really happy with them and decided to keep this as a one shot. Sorry.
It all started because of a mission that you and Natasha went on. The mission was for you and her to steal intel from some high ranking Hydra official at some event in Germany. Natasha's job was to flirt with him while you pose as a waitress and steal the information while he was distracted. It went off without a hitch, and you were able to escape without any red flags.
The plan was to reach a safe house in Italy, where you would wait for an extraction the next day. The safe house was actually a hotel room that Clint booked, so it shouldn't have surprised you when Natasha pulled the car in front of a ratty building that looked like it has seen better days.
After Natasha got the room key, she lead you to your room only to stop short once she opened the door. You almost bumped into her but were able to catch yourself. Confused, you looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. The room was pretty small. It had a queen sized bed pushed into the corner and a beat up couch placed in front of a small box tv.
You looked over at Nat to see that she looked unfocused. Raising a brow, you ask, "What up, Nat?"
It was like your voice woke her from a trance as she blinked back to focus and marched into the room.
"I'll take the couch," Nat said, plopping her bag onto the arm of the couch.
You did a double-take at the 180, but then your mind caught up to what she said.
"Wait, what?" You asked, confusion lacing your voice. Stepping into the room and closing the door behind you, you threw your stuff on the bed before standing in front of her.
"You can take the bed, and I'll take the couch." Nat said as if it were obvious.
You scrunched you face. "Don't be silly, Nat. We can both fit on the bed." You point out.
"Yeah, but it's been a tough mission, and I figured you might need the rest."
You raise a brow at that. Even though it was a simple mission, it was taxing. Just by looking at her, you could tell she looked as exhausted as you felt. You also knew that she hasn't been getting enough sleep for awhile now. It hasn't affected her performance on missions, but you were trained enough to see the little bags under her eyes even if they were barely noticeable and how she avoided big group activities that weren't training related.
You knew sleeping on the couch would just make it worse, so you had to try your best to convince her to share the bed. "And you don't?"
Natasha tilted her head to the side and crossed her as she studied you. "I've slept in worse places." She countered easily.
You both knew you were in a challenge of some kind now. Natasha was stubborn, but you would fight the best way you knew how.
Humor.
"Come on! We could snuggle." You wiggle you eyebrows with a cheeky grin.
Natasha snorted. "I don't snuggle."
You gap at her. "Of course you do. Everyone snuggles to some extent."
"I don't."
You sigh dramatically, "Fine, you don't have to snuggle, but you are not sleeping on the couch."
Natasha looked at the couch as if analyzing it. "It should be fine."
"Fine?" You say skeptically. You pointed at the couch accusingly. "That thing looks like it had the literally stuffing beat out of it." To prove your point, you rounded the couch and plopped on it. It made and awful squeaking and creaking sound, and you could feel every spring and the wooden layout. You rubbed the back of you head where it collided with the back of the couch's frame. "It feels like it had the stuffing beat out of it. I think it gave me a concussion."
Natasha smirked at your pout. She held her hand out and lifted you off the couch. "Like I said, I've slept in worse."
You pout again, but for a different reason. "Doesn't mean you have to." You mumbled.
Natasha's smirked settled into a sweet smile. "You are too sweet for your own good. Now go get in the shower." Natasha grabbed a pair of clothes from your bag and pushed you towards the bathroom door. You knew she was trying to end the conversation, and you weren't about to let her. You were going to open you mouth to protest, but Natasha beat you two it. "No arguing."
You huff, trying to think of something to continue the conversation, "I can't have the bed and first shower."
"Yes, you can. As senior agent, I say so." She closed closed the door only for you to stick your foot in the way, keeping it cracked.
"Senior agent?" You ask incredulously. "We're partners. When we worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, we even had the same clearance level."
Natasha disregarded your claim with a shrug. "I've been an Avenger longer than you, so that makes me the Senior Avenger, Rookie."
"By one year! And I'm not the rookie any more!" You try to reason even if it came across as whining.
Everyone on the original team still called you that even after you got new members. You were a candidate for the Avengers Initiative and would've participated in the Battle of New York, but you were deep undercover when it happened and didn't return until a year later. After debrief, Fury informed you of the Initiative and invited you to join. Of course, you said yes, but the team treated you like a kid since you were the newbie and the youngest, hence the name Rookie, even though you had more skill and experience than the average agent.
Natasha smirked at your whining. "Well, it's also stuff like this that makes me Senior Avenger."
You frown. "Stuff like what?"
Instead of an answer, Natasha planted her hand on your chest and shoved you into the bathroom. The momentum made you stubble back, and Natasha closed the door since your foot was now gone.
"Hey! That's no fair." You hit the door then glared at it when you heard Natasha laughing from the other side.
Natasha: 1. Y/n: 0.
You still weren't going to give up though, but you will try again after a shower. You quickly stripped and washed yourself. When you were done, you got out and put on the clothes that Natasha threw at you, being a baggy shirt and some shorts.
Walking into the room with your hair still wet, you spot Nat on the couch reading a book she brought. She kept shifting every few minutes, and you smirked at the thought that she couldn't get comfortable.
"Comfy there?" You asked trying to look innocent. Natasha looked up and narrowed her eyes at you.
"Yes, very." She responded. Even for being a known as a great liar, you new she was bluffing, and that caused your smirk to return. But before you could say anything, Natasha already grabbed her stuff and closed the bathroom door.
Looking around the room, you tried to formulate a plan to get Natasha to sleep on the bed. It felt like a light bulb went of in your head when you thought of something. Excitedly, you grabbed your duffle bag from your bed and reached in to grab an emergency blanket. You quickly jumped on the couch, which proved to be a mistake as it hit one of the frames causing you to curse as you rubbed your knees, and laid the blanket over you and used the duffle as a pillow.
You knew Natasha always tried to help, so she wouldn't subject anyone to that couch. Now all you had to do was out stubborn her. If you gave up first, she'll end up taking your place on the couch, but if she gave up first, then you convinced her to share the bed. The only problem was that it going to be hard because this couch was really uncomfortable. You kept shifting trying to find a comfy spot, and the fact that the couch squeaked every time you moved was getting on your nerves. You couldn't believe that Natasha was going to subject herself to this.
You froze as you heard the water shut, signaling that Natasha was done with her shower. You stayed really still and closed your eyes in an effort to feign sleep when you heard the door open a few moment later.
You heard footsteps walked out of the bathroom then stopped, as if the person froze. Then the footsteps picked back up again and stopped right in front of you.
"What are you doing?"
You peaked your eyes open to see that Nataha had her arms crossed and blank look on her face.
"Sleeping, Nat. What do you think? And could you turn the bathroom light off? It's shining in my eyes." You asked, pretend sleep in your voice.
Natasha rolled her eyes at you. "Off the couch, Y/n."
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Easy, you need sleep just as much as I do. Maybe even more considering that you can't seem to sleep at the compound."
There was a pause, then...
"You noticed that?"
This time you opened your eyes fully and leaned up on your elbows to get a better look at Natasha. She looked a little nervous as she fidgeted just a bit.
"Of course, Nat. Even though you guys joke about me being a rookie, you know I have good observation skills. Plus, I notice if something is wrong with one of my best friends."
Natasha met your gaze with a tense look before she visibly slumped and shifted her gaze over to the bed.
"I guess the bed won't be so bad," she conceded.
You smiled at her. "Good. Now get the light. It is seriously cramping my style."
Natasha breathed a chuckle as she did just that. She walked across the room and settled in the bed. It was quiet for a few moments until you shifted. You still couldn't get comfortable and the noise the couch was proof of that. It settled for a second until you felt something poke you, causing you to move again.
Natasha sighed at the sight. "Get up here."
Natasha: 1. Y/n: 1.
You didn't waste anytime as you shot off the couch and over to the bed. You crawled over her instead of waiting for Natasha to scoot over causing her to grunt from the impact. Quickly, you settled into the bed as you scrambled under the covers.
After a few minutes on no sleep, you could feel how tense Natasha was beside you. You decided to break the silence.
"Man, this bed is crappy too."
Natasha actually laughed at that. "Yeah, it is."
Turning over on your side, you faced her. "Why didn't you wanna share the bed?"
Natasha turned on her side as well, so you were face to face. "Why are you persistent about it?" Natasha countered, but you weren't so easily deterred.
"Because I care about you, and I want to make sure you are taking care of yourself. I can tell your not getting enough rest, and choosing to sleep on that abomination of a couch is practically sleep suicide."
Natasha smiled at that though it looked kinda sad. She sifted her gaze from you face as she sighed. "I just haven't been able to sleep since Sokovia."
You nodded at that. "Nightmares?" Everyone had their fair share of nightmares after what Wanda did, but Natasha seemed to have had it the worst. Of course, everyone is good with Wanda now, especially Natasha since she is the girl's mentor, but the damage is still there.
Natasha shook her head. "Not really. Every now and then, yes, but that's not it."
"Then what is it?" You ask softly after she didn't continue.
Natasha suddenly sat up against the headboard, and started fiddling with her hands. You sat up too and, even in the dark, you could see the anxious look on her face. It was starting to worry you, seeing her like this. When she started speaking, it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
"I just can't sleep. I'm always restless, and I can't seem to get comfortable. My brain just won't shut down and then I get worried, and I'm just so tired lately, but my body is not allowing me to rest. I'm just so tired of feeling this way, and nothing seems to help. Not watching watching a movie or wearing myself out during practice. And even if i somehow get to sleep, I wake up not long after. Then I freaked out when I saw one bed, because I didn't want to keep you up with my restlessness. And-"
Natasha would've kept going but you hugged her causing her to freeze. She didn't even noticed how worked up had gotten herself, but your touch seemed to calm her down. She wasn't crying, but when she reached up to rub her eyes, she could feel the water collected there run onto her hands.
On the one hand, it warmed your heart at the thought of Natasha not wanting to sleep with you because she didn't want to disturb your rest, but on the other hand, it broke your heart that she was going through this by herself.
Once she calmed down, you turned her face towards you so that her red rimmed eyes could look into yours. You sucked in a breath as you started carefully "First off, it seems that you and that couch would have been an absolute nightmare." Natasha huffed a watery laugh at that, causing you to smile. "Secondly, you wouldn't have bothered me. I could've helped you if you just told me. If you want to stay up and talk, we can do that, or if you actually wanted to find different methods to try to sleep, we can do that."
"Really?" Natasha tried to sound skeptical, but you could see the hope in her eyes.
"Really," You reaffirm with a soft smile.
It surprised you when she threw her arms around your neck to pull you into a hug, but you quickly melted into to it.
"Thank you." You heard her whisper in your ear.
"No thanks needed."
You stayed like that for a minute before both of you pulled away and laid back down on the bed. You faced each other again as you looked at each other.
"Do you wanna talk or try to go to sleep?" You ask.
Natasha thought for a moment. "I think I want to try to sleep." She answered carefully.
You nodded. "Okay, we can try. Give me your hand."
"What?" Natasha asked. You couldn't see her face that well, but you could tell that she raised an eyebrow.
"Just trust me," You respond. Natasha hesitantly held out her hand and you grabbed it. You placed it down on then pillow between you and rubbed circles on the back of her hand with your thumb. Natasha looked at you curiously as you did so.
"My mom used to do this to me when I was a kid. I was always active and couldn't go to sleep. She found out that doing this helped called me down enough to fall asleep. The trick is to just focus on the feeling of me rubbing you hand and not anything else," You explain.
Natasha nodded as she let you continue. It went on for a few minutes before Natasha huffed. "It's not working."
She about pulled her hand away when you tightened your grip stop her.
"Hold on, just give it a chance." You try to reassure. She studied you for a sec before she laid her hand back down. You loosed your grip as you went back to circling the back of her hand.
It happened gradually, but she slowly went from tense to relaxed. Soon enough, you heard her breathing deepened and slowed as she fell asleep. You smiled in triumph but continued to rub her hand for about the next 20 minutes. You stopped after, but you continued to keep your hand on hers as you fell asleep.
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It was early morning now and sunlight streamed gently into the room. During the night, you became leaned back a bit but were still turned towards Natasha. She was in the same position, but her head in the the crook of your neck as your head rested on top of hers. Her arm was thrown around your waist as your laid on top of the arm, and both of your legs were tangled together.
It was nice and peaceful until an awfully loud ring permeated the silence. Natasha quickly sat up and suddenly had a gun in her hand, looking around the room for any threats. Meanwhile, you jerked up and quickly moved to run off the bed towards the couch where your phone (that was making the awful sound) was; but in your haste, the sheets wrapped around your legs causing you to face plant to the floor. It didn't deter you, though, as you quickly scrambled up. You reached over the back of the couch to grab your duffle and sunk to the floor as you ruffled though it. You laid against the couch as you found you phones and answered it, not even checking the caller ID.
"Hello?" You ask grumpily, trying to rub the sleep from your eye. The voice on the other side started talking.
"Clint, what the hell?" You asked annoyed. Looking over at Natasha, you see her roll her eyes and get out of bed. "We were sleeping." - "I don't care what time it is." - "Really?" - "Ok, we'll be there soon." You hung up the call before anything else could be said. You slowly slid until your back was on the floor and threw your hands over your eyes. "Douche bag." You mumbled to yourself.
Natasha laughed as she grabbed her duffle and started to change. "You're still not a morning person."
You moved your arm off your face and looked at her incredulously. "You know me. Did you think otherwise?"
Natasha pretended to think as she held her shirt in her hands. "No, not really." She put her shirt on and walked over to you. She help out her hand and helped you up when you accepted. "What did he say?"
"He and the quinjet are parked in that field we passed coming here. He said get off our asses and move." You grumbled in irritation.
"Well, then we better get going." She threw a pair of clothes at you and started to put anything else we had lying around up.
You complained as you got dressed. "Six in the morning. What kind of freak wakes someone up that early with a damn phone call? I should bring the freaking couch back with us and switch it out with his bed for revenge." You stopped finished pulling your shoes on as you thought. "That might be a good idea. Nat, will the couch fit in the back of the car. No one will miss it. It is the literally bane of existence for a couch."
Natasha chuckled from all of your mumbling and looked at the said couch in question. "I don't know. I l don't think it would even make it to the car." To prove her point, Natasha lightly kicked the couch, and crumpled inward.
You looked at the broken couch with a glare. "You literally are good for nothing. Kinda like a couch version of Clint."
Natasha tried to hide her smile at that as she looked out the window. "We should go before someone sees this and makes us pay for it."
You nodded as you both grabbed you duffles and headed towards the door. You quickly got in the car, and Natasha started to drive to meet Clint just a few miles out.
The ride was quiet. Natasha focused on driving while you where still groggy from the sudden wake up.
"Thank you."
Natasha said it so quietly that you thought you imagined it. When you realized that she did talk, you were confused.
"For what?" You looked at her, but she kept her eyes on the road.
"For helping me fall asleep and staying asleep." Natasha answered.
You huff as you looked back out the window. "I already told you that you don't need to thank me for that. What are friends for?"
You looked down at you hand when you felt Natasha laced your fingers together. You looked back up at her to see a small smile on her face "Still, it mean a lot."
You could've help but smile to. "It's okay. And remember that you can come to me when your having trouble okay." You kept your gaze on her until she nodded.
It became silent again as you kept driving with your hands interlaced. Sooner the field came into place, and Natasha turned to drive closer to the jet. You were still trying to wake up when a sudden thought of this morning hit you. You gasp loudly, startling Natasha.
"What? What's wrong? Did you forget something?" She asked worriedly.
You looked at her with wide eyes. "Did you have your head on my shoulder this morning?"
Natasha pulled her hand away as she looked just stared out the window. "What? No. Why do you ask?" Natasha questioned defensively.
You smile at her. "You so did, and you had you arm around my waist." You point out. You knew you were right when you saw a blush creep up on her face. "And I'm pretty sure the reason I tripped this morning was more because of your legs than the actual sheets."
Natasha rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Sure. Blame your clumsy ass on my legs."
"You didn't deny it." You smirked as she had no response. "You are a snuggler." You declare.
Natasha whipped her head so fast to glare at you that the car swerved at the motion. "I am not." She stated firmly.
"Yes, you are." You smile cheekily. "Who would have thought the that the Black Widow would have loved snuggling. I can't wait to tell the guys."
Natasha stopped the car and put it in park about 50 feet away from the jet. She turned to you, and let's just say, if looks could kill, you would be dead. "I'm gonna kill you if you say a single word."
"Oh," You pretended as if you just figured something out. "You're a closeted snuggler."
You laughed as Natasha banged her head on the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off.
"It's okay, Nat. I won't tell anyone under one condition," You yell over the horn. Natasha finally raised her head up to look at you. You looked at her with all seriousness. "Spoon me next movie night."
Natasha grumbled as she got out of the car and slammed the door on you. You were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car. You looked over the hood to see Natasha walking towards the jet.
"Don't worry, Nat. I support you. You do you, girl." You yelled out to her. You laughed as she held up the middle finger, not even looking back at you.
"Hold on! This is something we should talk about!" You smiled as you closed the car door and ran to catch up with her, to tease her a bit more before you left in the jet.
Natasha: 1. Y/n: 2.
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You were pretty intuitive, Makkari knew that. That’s why she knew you’d come looking for her the moment you realized you were missing something from your collection of keepsakes from your time here on Earth. So you made your way to go find her, and she definitely wanted to be found as she was just sitting at a cluttered table, waiting with a book until you emerged and caught her eye. It was a joy seeing her face light up.
“Makkari, Makkari,” you spoke and signed to her, shaking your head once you sat parallel to herself, “if you wanted my attention, you could have just asked.” She smirked at you and averted her eyes, just proving her actions.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, she signed back, purposely keeping her gaze off of you while you did the opposite, is there something you need? She finally asked, ready to engage in conversation once again.
“You’re adorable when you act all innocent.” You communicated, peering under the table to see the item in question. “Such a troublemaker.” You snagged it back and she laughed with you.
Well, since you’re here, why don’t we go and do something together? Makkari asked and you pretended to think about it for a long period of time, humming and scratching your head dramatically before you finally nodded an affirmation. She never hid her excitement from you, jumping out of her seat and taking you in her arm. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.
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Dance AU with Natasha Romanoff x Reader. Fluffy confession please! Thanks!
Go With Me?
summary: one high school dance can change your life forever
pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
word count: 5.2k
warnings: swearing, lmk if i need to add any more
A/N anon i’m so so sorry this took so long. i couldn’t think of any ideas for awhile, then my shadowban happened. but better late than never ig? also i turned this into a high school AU cuz it was the only idea i could think of with the dance part. hope you don’t mind and i hope you enjoy! :D
“Agh, shit, fuck, ow, no,” you barely made your way through the crowd of people before finding your friends.
Why you agreed to do this in the first place, you had no idea.
All you knew now, was that you were stuck and couldn’t leave.
“Finally,” Wanda said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close.
“Only 10 minutes late, I think that’s a record,” Carol teased, earning an eye roll from you.
You sighed, then stepped up on the stand with them.
You never really cared for high school football. But your friends practically begged you to go, claiming that you should at least go to one game this year.
You were very much regretting your decision now, still trying to get away from all the bodies pressed together in such a small space.
“We’re already winning,” Peter said with a grin.
You smiled back at him, not that you actually cared how your school’s football team was doing. You just hoped it would end quickly.
When your school scored again, the crowd erupted in cheers, resulting in you cringing from all the noise.
“I’m gonna get something from the concessions,” you told your friends, just wanting to get away for a few moments.
You stood back up, then walked to the edge of the bleachers before hopping down.
You kept walking until you stood in a short line of people, silently hoping the wait would be awhile.
It wasn’t that you hated your school or anything like that, it was just that games like this weren’t your thing. You loved your friends and hanging out with them, but you’d rather do something with them in a smaller, enclosed space. It was just overwhelming being around this many people.
“You don’t look happy,” a voice interrupted your thoughts from behind you.
You shrugged, turning around to face her.
“It’s interesting, you’re supposed to be happy ‘cause our school is winning.”
“Why should a simple game determine my emotions?”
“I’m not sure, to be honest. It’s just what I’ve seen most people do,”
“Is it what you do?”
“No,” she admitted, laughing. “I don’t even come here for the game,”
“What do you come for then?”
“People watching,”
There was something intriguing about this girl. Her red hair fell perfectly down her shoulders as her green eyes stared into yours.
“Natasha, by the way,” she told you.
“Y/N,”
“Well, Y/N, it looks like you’re up,” she said as she gestured to the concession stand worker waiting for your order.
You nodded, turning back around. You pulled out some cash, then just ordered a soda.
When the can was handed to you, Natasha got out of line and followed you back to the bleachers.
“Why didn’t you get anything?” You asked her.
“Not really in the mood, like I said; I don’t come here for football, so I guess I don’t come here for food either,”
You didn’t say anything, but grinned as she continued walking back with you. Your friends didn’t even notice that you brought someone back with you, they were all leaning over the fence shouting as the game commenced.
“I like your vest,” you said to Natasha after a few moments of silence.
“My sister gave it to me,” she replied.
“So besides people watching, what else do you like to do?”
“I’m a dancer,”
“Do you dance for the school?”
“God no, my sister and I both do ballet with a group outside of school,”
You took a sip of your drink before replying. You couldn’t help but notice the way her green eyes never left you.
Before you could say anything, she continued on.
“My childhood wasn’t great, but ballet was one of the only things that kept us sane. Even though it could be hell at times on its own, I still loved it. I would pretend that I was on the biggest stage in the world. Besides my sister, it was the only thing I could smile about, ”
You began to frown as she told you her story.
“Sorry, I’m not quite sure why I’m telling you all of this,”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” you said, then thought for a minute.
Before either of you said anything else, you made a decision and leaned in to wrap your arms around her in a hug.
It confused the both of you, she would normally back away and probably punch someone who did that, and you weren’t that much of a hugger in the first place, much less for someone you’ve known for less than 20 minutes.
Despite your shock, you stayed there, holding her close. She wasn’t sure why, but she wrapped her arms around you too, savoring the moment.
When the crowd around you erupted again at the score, you held her tighter, focusing on her breathing while trying to drown out the other noise.
You were smiling widely when you finally pulled apart,
“Can we take a picture?” You blurted out. “It’s just, I never thought I’d have fun going to a football game. You proved me wrong, and I’d like evidence to remember,”
She laughed, then nodded.
You eagerly pulled your phone out, leaning back into her again.
Her smile almost made your jaw drop, but you kept composed and kept your own smile while you took the picture.
“Thanks,” you told her.
“You’re in 8th period history, right?”
“Yeah,”
She let out a satisfied breath, then turned her attention back to the field as the final few seconds were on the clock.
“Well, I’ll see you in 8th period then, Y/N,” she told you.
“You’re not gonna watch the end?”
“It’s 56-0, I really don’t think it’s necessary,”
“Fair,”
You both chuckled for a moment before smiling at each other
“Bye, Natasha. See you!”
-
As you sat in the passenger seat of Carol’s car, you drowned out the voices of your friends and began to get lost in your own thoughts.
You rarely hugged anyone. You only hugged your friends on special occasions. You still weren’t sure why you hugged Natasha like that.
All you knew was that you wanted to hug her again.
You wanted to wrap your arms around her and feel her warmth as you buried your face in her neck. You wanted to feel her heartbeat against your chest as she pulled you close. You never wanted to let go.
“Y/N,” Peter said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Who was that girl you were with?”
“Natasha,” you told him, trying to hide your smile.
“She seemed nice,” Wanda pointed out. You shrugged in response, trying so desperately to hide your blushing.
“I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of her, won’t we, Y/N?” Carol said as she faced you, giving you a knowing look.
At this point, you knew your cheeks were bright red.
“Hopefully.”
-
Your hopes and Carol’s prediction came true, to no surprise at all.
As you began to walk to the cafeteria, you were stopped by a redhead suddenly stepping in front of you in the hallway.
“Hi.”
“Hey,”
You shifted your gaze to the wall behind her, hoping to prevent the blood from rushing to your cheeks.
“I usually eat lunch in here. It’s a lot quieter than the cafeteria. Wanna join me?”
“Yeah, I’d love that,”
She grinned, then motioned for you to follow her back into the room she just came from.
Already in the room were two of the school guidance counselors; Fury and Hill.
“Hi,” you said to them awkwardly while Natasha pulled your seat out for you.
Both of them waved to you before turning back to each other.
“They’re old family friends,” Natasha explained to you. “They’ve helped my sister and me a lot,”
You nodded in response as she sat down across from you. Before saying anything else, she pulled out a bag containing a peanut butter sandwich.
“What do you normally do in here?” You asked her.
“There’s a lot of board games,” she said, gesturing to the cabinet. “Before my friend Clint graduated, we would always play and keep track of who had the most wins. Obviously I did,”
You laughed, looking at the games.
“I love that. So what do you do now that he’s graduated?”
She opened her mouth to reply, but Hill answered for her.
“She challenges us to games now,”
“Does she win?” You asked with a smirk.
Natasha almost looked offended as she began to eat her lunch.
“What do you wanna play?” She asked as you had started to eat yours.
You took a moment, looking at everything on the shelf.
“Chess?” You suggested. “I’m not very good, but I’ve been wanting to learn more about it,”
She smiled, then grabbed the chessboard and began setting it up.
You couldn’t help but notice how Fury and Hill whispered to each other every few minutes, glancing at you.
Once Natasha finished setting up the board, she placed it between the two of you.
She let you be have the white pieces, so you went first. Moving one of your pawns two spaces.
She mimicked your move with one of her own pawns.
You moved your knight, she moved her bishop.
You moved another pawn, she moved her knight.
After a few more moves, you took her rook.
“Yes!” You said, pulling your fists towards your body in celebration.
She gave an apologetic smile before using her knight to trap your queen in the spot of protecting your king.
Fury laughed as Hill handed him a five dollar bill. Despite the fact that she had made a really good move, Natasha glared at them.
You made a pouty face as you moved another piece towards your king, unable to move your queen out of the way.
The look you were giving her just made it even harder, but she took your queen anyway.
Soon enough, she had you in checkmate.
“Well, I did warn you that I’m not very good,” you told her, shrugging.
She tossed a grape into her mouth, shifting her position so she was sitting on her knees.
“Want one?” She asked, changing the subject.
When you nodded, she tossed one towards you, expecting you to catch it in your mouth the way she did.
Instead, it landed on your cheek, then bounced onto the floor.
She laughed, then tossed you another one. This time, it didn’t even hit your face at all before landing on the floor.
“Natasha, don’t waste any more grapes,” you said, laughing.
“Fine then,”
She pulled out another grape, but instead of tossing it, she leaned forward and held it out for you to take it right from her hand.
Just as you swallowed it, the bell rang.
“You girls will not be late on my watch. Get to class,” Fury said, earning a frown from both of you.
The two of you exited the room together, waving goodbye to the guidance counselors.
“So, I’ll see you in 8th period?” You asked.
“It’s tempting, now that I have a reason to look forward to that class. But considering that there’s a test today, I think I’m better off skipping that class,”
“Oh,” you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed. “Don’t let Fury or Hill catch you,”
“Don’t worry about me,”
You grinned, then waved goodbye as the three-minute bell rang.
As the rest of the day went on, you had one thing on your mind; Natasha Romanoff.
-
When you got home, you still had butterflies thinking about her. In fact, you probably bombed your test because you couldn’t get Natasha out of your thoughts.
Even when Peter facetimed you, nothing he said was registering. You simply stared off at the wall, tuning his voice out.
“Y/N,” his voice finally registered.
“Yeah?”
“You didn’t answer my question, where were you at lunch today?”
“I was with Natasha,”
You angled the phone away from your face, knowing that there was no way you’d be able to hide your blushing.
“Wait really? Ooh, so when do we get to meet your girlfriend?”
“Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend. It’s been one day.”
-
Well, one day turned into two. Which turned into three, and of course that turned into four.
Now, you had been eating with Natasha every day for the past week.
“Think carefully, Y/N,” she told you as you stared at the chessboard.
You had been playing for around 10 minutes, and she had only taken two of your pawns, and one of your knights.
You grabbed your rook, and began to move it a few rows forwards.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,”
“How do I know you’re not trying to trick me?”
“I guess you don’t. But you did say that you wanted to learn chess, right? You could think of this as me giving you a lesson,”
You sighed, then nodded at her. She gave you a satisfied smile, then placed her hand over yours and moved your hand until it had moved the rook to the right spot.
“Now,” she said, smiling even wider. “You’ve trapped my knight. Your bishop is in the perfect place to attack it, but I only have one open spot. Now, your rook is covering that spot,”
You turned your head to the side, then looked at what she was showing you.
“Okay,” you said, returning her smile.
“Would you look at that,” Fury’s voice interrupted you. “She’s learning.”
-
Another week had passed, and just as before, you spent every day with Natasha during lunch.
Your friends knew, and they would sometimes look in at you guys, sending knowing smiles. You would shoo them away before they teased you. You knew they had good intentions though.
“Hey!” Natasha said, walking up to you in the hall.
“Nat!” You waved, meeting her halfway.
“You’re on your way to English, right?”
“Yep! But I wanted to ask you something?”
“Oh?”
“Well, I really like eating lunch and playing chess with you. But I thought maybe it’d be a fun idea if we went to the cafeteria and ate together today. Plus, I’d like to introduce you to my friends!”
She thought about it for a minute. Once she saw the way you were looking at her, she couldn’t say no.
“Okay,”
“Really? Yay! See you there!”
She noticed her heart flutter as you made your way to your next class. She wanted to deny it, but all she could think about was the way you smiled at her. Rather, the way you’ve been smiling at her.
She would never get tired of it.
-
“Nice to finally meet you,” Carol said to her, giving you a smirk.
“Nice to meet you too,” Natasha replied, waving at all three of them.
“Y/N’s told us about all your chess games at lunch!” Wanda told her, resulting in a blush from both you and Natasha.
“Hi,” was all Peter said as he sat down.
Natasha sat next to you at the table as you talked and ate with your friends.
She didn’t really care about what they were saying, so she tuned them out. She took a few bites of her food, but her eyes never left you.
You glanced over at her every few minutes, making eye contact and exchanging a smile before turning back to your friends.
“So what are you doing next weekend, Natasha?” Carol asked, snapping the redhead out of her thoughts.
“What?”
“Next weekend, what are you doing?”
“Oh. I hadn’t really thought about it if I’m being honest,”
Carol smirked at you, then at Natasha.
Next weekend was homecoming. You and your friends had agreed to go together if you couldn’t find dates. Carol of course, was in denial about pining over Maria Rambeau. You would most definitely be pressuring her into asking her later. Peter wasn’t interested in anyone at the moment, and Wanda was still in the process of getting over her breakup with Vision.
You had been fine with going with them, but you saw the way Carol kept looking between you and Natasha so you knew what she was thinking.
Before you could say anything, you were saved by the 10 minute bell. Even though you still had quite some time before class, you usually liked to get there early to avoid hallway traffic.
“I’ll walk you to class,” Natasha offered as you began to get up.
Feeling the butterflies appear in your stomach again, you waved goodbye to your friends and made your way into the hallway with Natasha at your side.
You noticed the way her pinky brushed against yours as you walked side by side.
“You okay?” She asked, noticing how red your face was.
You simply nodded, hoping you wouldn’t sweat from how nervous she was making you.
Natasha stopped for a moment, held her hand against your cheek (which made your heart race) then smiled.
You stood there like that for a few moments until someone bumped into you, pushing you out of Natasha’s reach.
You ended up against the lockers as the crowd of people began to overflow the hallway. Luckily, you happened to be right outside of your next class.
Natasha pushed her way against the incoming flow of people until she was next to you again. You weren’t even sure why she did that, considering you were going to history class, which you had together.
Once she was against the lockers too, she grabbed your wrist, and pulled you back into the hallway until you made it through the classroom doors.
You were breathing heavily at this point, but grateful to not be swamped by other people.
Natasha finally let go of your wrist, then sat down at the seat she had been sitting at for the past few weeks. There were technically no assigned seats in the class, so she had moved from where she usually sat so she could sit by you.
She got her homework out, which reminded you of the fact that it was due today.
“Shit,” you muttered, pulling out the sheet that only had two sentences written.
Natasha saw your panicked look, then pulled her phone out.
“Okay,” she said, nodding as she pretended to be on a call. She met your teacher’s eyes as she continued the fake call.
“I’m so, so sorry, Miss,” she said in an exasperated voice. “I need to get home immediately, it’s my mother. I can’t be picked up, and Y/N is the one who drove me here. I’ll call Ms. Hill later and have her excuse our absences, but we need to go,”
Your teacher sighed, but nodded her head at the redhead.
Natasha continued her worried expression towards the rest of the class, but winked at you as soon as she got out the door, you following close behind.
“Nat!” You scolded as she began walking to the parking lot. “What was that for?”
“Helping you avoid a zero on a major essay. You’re welcome, by the way,”
“Yeah, but we’re not actually gonna have an excused absence!”
“Sure we will. I’ll convince Fury,”
“And if you can’t?”
“Relax a bit, we’ll be fine,”
You sighed before realizing you were standing next to an unfamiliar bike.
“We might as well leave early since we can. Hop on,”
She pulled her keys out, then grabbed her helmet from her bag.
Taking a step closer to you, she carefully placed it on your head before smiling.
“What about you?” You asked as she sat in the driver’s seat, motioning for you to follow behind.
She shrugged,
“I’ll be fine,”
That didn’t stop you from letting out a disappointed sigh before you sat behind her.
“Hold on tight,” she said as she looked forward, which you rolled your eyes in response.
As if you needed to be told that.
You let out a squeal when she turned the engine on, squeezing your arms even tighter around her.
She chuckled, then looked back to make sure you were okay before exiting the parking lot.
You kept your eyes closed for at least the first three minutes of driving. You only opened them when you were stopped at a red light.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,”
You huffed out another sigh as she began driving forward sometimes.
Of course this had to be the person you were hopelessly crushing on.
-
Natasha took you down a few roads until you reached the local part of town.
She parked the motorcycle, then began to lead you through the streets. You were still feeling nervous about missing class, but the majority of your nerves were coming from the way Natasha’s hand kept brushing up against yours.
She stopped once you were in front of an ice cream shop.
“We ditched class for ice cream?”
“No, we ditched class so you wouldn’t fail. Ice cream is just a nice bonus,”
You laughed, causing her to smile widely. She couldn’t deny her own butterflies at this point. She loved hearing you laugh, and it made her even happier knowing she was the reason for it.
She led you up to the counter, pulling her wallet out of her jacket as you looked through the options.
Your heart melted at how she insisted on paying, she went as far as glaring at you when you even started to touch your own money.
You got a single scoop of cookies and cream, while she got cherry vanilla. You exchanged another smile as you walked out of the shop, taking a few licks of your ice cream.
Instead of walking through the busy streets again, she led you behind the building away from everything.
At this point, you decided it was best not to question her. Which seemed to satisfy her as she led you to who knows where.
As it turns out, she was taking you to a secluded area with a few trees.
So naturally, she handed you her ice cream cone as she began to climb up the tree, stopping at a low branch. She took her cone back, along with yours, holding them both with one hand so she could use her other hand to reach out to you.
Once you sat next to her, you took your ice cream back, taking a few more licks while you sat there in silence.
You tried to calm yourself as you began to realize just how close she was to you. She seemed to notice this too, as she snaked her hand across her lap onto yours, placing it over your own hand.
That seemed to give you enough confidence to scoot closer to her, leaning your head onto her shoulder.
“Homecoming is stupid,” Natasha said, earning a nod from you. “Wanna go with me?”
-
You had been looking forward to it ever since she asked you. You still spent lunch with her, but you hadn’t held hands or done anything like that since that day.
Your friends were almost more excited than you. Wanda and Peter completely took over for dress shopping, wanting to get the perfect look for you. Meanwhile Carol, took it upon herself to tell you everything you should do with Natasha at the dance.
You had made an agreement for Natasha to pick you up at your house. And you made her promise not to pick you up with her motorcycle. There was no way in hell you would be riding a motorcycle in a dress, especially to homecoming.
So, she ended up showing up in a car. There was someone else in the backseat, a younger blonde girl. She looked out the window and waved at you as Natasha stepped out to greet you.
“Wow…” you said, looking at her dress. She looked absolutely perfect.
“Hi,” she breathed out, admiring what you were wearing.
“Hey,”
At this point, you knew your face was about as red as her hair.
“Are we ready to go?” You asked, breaking the silence again.
She nodded, then opened the passenger door for you.
“Hello!” Came the voice from the back. “I’ve heard all about you,”
“Hi!” You said, waving to her through the mirror.
“Y/N, this is my sister Yelena.”
“Hi, Yelena! Nice to meet you,”
“Yep, so wonderful that you’re here with us, Yelena,” Natasha said through gritted teeth as she backed out.
Yelena rolled her eyes, then leaned forward to talk to you.
“She needed my help stealing our Dad’s car out of the garage. I told her I’d only help her if she gave me a ride too,”
“You stole your dad’s car for this?”
Natasha shrugged sheepishly, keeping her eyes on the road.
You hated the fact that your heart melted at that. You did enjoy Yelena’s company, but like Natasha, you were starting to wish you were alone with her in the car.
“You know…” Yelena began. “I’ve noticed how happy Natasha has been lately. It’s nice to finally meet the reason for it,”
“Yelena,” Natasha whisper-yelled, feeling herself blushing again.
You couldn’t help but giggle as you admired the redhead you were so desperately crushing on.
Yelena’s knowing gaze switched between you and Natasha, she resisted the urge to make another comment the entire way to the school.
Once you arrived, Yelena got out of the car and walked in without another word, finally leaving you alone with Natasha.
You met her at the other end of the car, where she took a deep breath before interlacing her fingers with yours. You tried to slow your breathing, worried that your nervousness would cause your hand to get all sweaty while she was holding it.
As you made your way toward the entrance, she kept her gaze forward but never let go of your hand.
Even while standing in line, she kept her grip tight, but gave you a soft smile every few minutes.
Once you finally got through the line, she walked even closer to you as you walked to the crowded gym.
The music was loud, and there were people everywhere. It definitely wasn’t your scene. But, you were glad to be here with Natasha.
“Y/N!” Came the voices of your friends as they ran up from behind you.
“Hi!” You said, turning around to face them.
Carol smirked once she saw yours and Natasha’s hands, but said nothing. Peter grinned at the both of you, and Wanda gave you a friendly wink.
“Did you finally ask Maria out?” You asked Carol, who glared in response.
“Why not ask her to dance if you see her here?” Natasha suggested.
“Perfect timing,” you said as the music changed. “They’re doing a slow song right now!”
Carol sighed, then ultimately decided to take the advice as she left.
Before you knew it, Natasha had spun you around to face her.
She had her arms wrapped around your body as she began to sway to the song. You let out a few shaky breaths, but kept your grip on her firm.
You stared into her green eyes, and your nerves suddenly began to go away. Of course, you still had the butterflies from being like this with her, but the nerves caused by your surroundings had started to fade.
You were no longer anxious about all the people and music, it almost felt like they weren’t there in the first place.
All that mattered was the girl right in front of you.
“I have something to tell you,” you said, keeping eye contact. She nodded for you to continue, prompting you to take another deep breath. “I really really like you, Natasha. I’ve had feelings for people before, but it’s different with you. I don’t know what it is, but all I know is that I wanna be around you forever.”
She was now smiling wider than you’d ever seen. She leaned in close, your faces inches apart.
“I feel the same way, Y/N,” she said. “There was something about you from the moment we met. I’m not sure what it is either, but I wanna be around you forever too.”
Your heart did a backflip as she leaned in even closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Holy shit you were kissing.
It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, her lips moved softly against yours as she kept her arms around you. You moved your hands up, putting one against her cheek and running your hand through her hair with the other.
When you finally broke apart for air, you both still had the biggest smiles.
“I’m so glad I went to the football game that night,”
“Me too,”
It didn’t take long before your lips were reconnected. At this point, everything was completely drowned out. Natasha was the only thing on your mind as her tongue began to explore your mouth.
“Ladies,” a voice interrupted your moment.
Natasha glared at the teacher, but kept her arms tight around you, almost in a protective manner.
“While this is a dance, we have a firm rule here about public displays of affection. What I just witnessed was very much a violation of the rules.
Natasha rolled her eyes, then grabbed your hand once again. She led you through the crowd of people until you reached the door.
“Where are we going?” You asked.
“Well, apparently public displays of affection aren’t allowed. So how about private displays of affection instead?”
You grinned, then nodded as she led you back to her car.
“I can take us someplace,” she offered.
You didn’t care where you were, you just wanted to be with Natasha right here and now. You already missed the taste of her lips.
As you got back in the car, she only drove with one hand. The other was connected to yours. She brought your hand up to her mouth a few times, pressing a gentle kiss onto it.
Eventually, she drove you up to a hill, stopping at the top.
She lay down on the hood of the car, motioning for you to join.
Once you did, she wasted no time in kissing you again. You couldn’t get enough of her, and she couldn’t get enough of you.
“Thanks for making homecoming fun,” she said between kisses.
“Thank you,” you replied once she began to kiss your neck. “But I hope you don’t get in trouble for the car,”
“I think I’ll be fine. Besides, even if he finds out, I think he’ll be more understanding once he learns I did it for my girlfriend,”
“Girlfriend?”
“Is that okay?”
“More than okay.”
She grazed her lips against yours once more, unable to stop the smile forming on her face. She had never felt this happy with anyone before, and she couldn’t imagine herself being this happy with anyone except for you.
As much as you hated social events, you found that they worked out for you in the end. You were with the perfect girl, and happier than ever.
Eventually, you’d come to find out that your happiness would turn into forever. All because of Natasha Romanoff.
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give you peace | s.r.
summary: Days on the road are long and overstretched and everyone seems better at dealing with it than you. You are even worse at dealing with it when you’re forced to share a bed with the self-appointed Captain.
playlist: give you peace | s.r.
word count: 3.4k
rating: 18+
a/n: i have literally been working on this fic for, like, over a month okay. i had decided that no one knew how to do a true theres-only-one-bed fic so i decided to write my own and then idk what happened like god took it into her hands at that point and this is the result so like don’t blame me blame god
“I would take a bunch of rolled-up newspapers and a blanket at this point,” Sam said from beside you.
You lift your head from where it rested on the table between your arms, peering at him through lidded eyes. “A bed is a bed, Samuel.”
“Yeah, and it’s the first one we’ll have in months,” he said. “If Steve can ever get the damn key cards.”
“I, for one, don’t know why we didn’t think of having Nat hack the security cameras earlier,” you remarked, fidgeting with the strap of your one duffle bag you could keep that you’d looped around your ankle. Can’t be too careful. “Who’s really worried about a few misdemeanors when you’re on the run from the highest levels of the US government?”
“Amen,” said Sam.
“I’ll second that one,” Natasha said, stretching out beside you, feline in her office chair. The laptop was set in front of her, inconspicuous enough that it just looked like she was getting some work done before checking in. God, technology was truly great.
Steve returned a second later, holding a handful of cards and a goodie bag from the front desk. Robbing big chain hotels of their rooms and amenities was honestly your best idea yet. You wish you’d thought of it sooner. Being on the run was exhausting, and half-star motels that conveniently didn’t already have security cameras was even more exhausting and incredibly less safe. Peace was hard to come by when you were tracking down the worst of the worst, and safety was even harder. Caffeine and near-tear exhaustion has brought you the idea of simply hacking the system at a Marriott Inn. Genius, Genius, Genius.
“Alright,” Steve said. “Cameras down, yet?”
Nat took a second before closing the laptop and responding, “They’ll loop for 24 hours. Should be enough time for us to rest up and make it out of here.”
“Two rooms,” Steve said, throwing down two packs of key cards.
“Ugh, my own bed,” you sighed.
“We’ll share,” Natasha said, motioning between her and Sam.
“Hey, wait,” you said, picking up your gaze to Nat, who honest-to-god looked like the expression “the cat that got the cream.”
“Your own bed, right?” Nat said, leveling her gaze with your own.
You tipped your head back to look at Steve, who was standing over you. “Guess we’re bunking together.”
The Jack & Jill door between the two rooms was quickly unlocked and you tossed your duffle onto the counter of the vanity before turning to face the rest of the room. Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, panted like a mantra in your mind as the bone-deep feeling of exhaustion settled into you. Sheets and a duvet and the cold side of a pillow sounded like a winning lottery ticket right about now.
You looked around the small room, just the bed with an adjoining bathroom and exposed vanity, a mini-fridge and coffee maker next to the TV and—
Bed. Bed as in singular.
Your head snapped to look at Steve.
“There’s only one bed,” he remarked helpfully.
“You’re kidding,” you insisted, the evidence glaringly obvious. Maybe if you whined loud enough it would magically become two.
“Is there only one in their room? Maybe we can switch—” Your hand went for the door, only to find it locked. You jiggled the door, kicking it once, then leaning your head against it in defeat. “Whores,” you hissed.
“That should be unlocked—”
“You know why it isn’t.” You turned back to the room, defeat settling in your bones. It’s not that you and Steve had never not not gotten along, it’s just that two iron-willed people who are incessant about being right don’t tend to last in a room together without some… light bickering.
Steve went for the phone and brought it to his ear for only a moment before shoving it back onto the receiver. “Nat disabled the line,” he sighed.
“So, there’s only one bed,” you observed, just as helpfully as he had.
“I’ll take the floor,” Steve said.
“No, I’m not gonna make you do that. I can—”
“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”
Your folded your arms across your chest defiantly. “And why’s that?”
“You’re exhausted.”
“So are you.”
“I can handle the floor for one night—”
“Well, so could I.”
“Well, why don’t we both take the goddamned floor, then?”
“Why don’t we both take the fucking bed, then?” You yanked back the covers on one side.
“Fine.” Steve’s eyes met yours across the bed. The only one in the room. Iron will alright.
It was Steve that broke first, much to your satisfaction of having won two stand-offs with him.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Have fun,” you quipped over your shoulder ad you flopped down on the mattress, grabbing the remote from the side table. This was fine. This would be fine.
A bed is a bed, right?
Steve was in the shower for a bit longer than you’d expected, considering how fast he usually took. Memories of standing in a steam filled bathroom where he was in and out before you’d even wrangled your hair into something presentable came back to you, watching him through a fogged mirror as he walked out with a towel slung low over his hips.
Much like he had when he emerged as you were just barely dozing off to the Lifetime movie on the screen. You swung your legs over the edge and willed your feet to remember how to carry you to the en suite. You passed him by, shoulder brushing his as your gaze caught the water droplets still shimmering on this skin.
You took a bit longer in the shower than usual we well.
When you emerged, hair dry enough that you didn’t have to worry about waking up to a soaked pillow, and in as presentable as a night outfit as you could get for New Mexico in the middle of August, it was dark in the rest of the room. You eased your way out to the bed, noting that Steve seemed to be already a sleep, a pillow laid longways in the middle of the bed. You rolled your eyes before setting the burner phone you had to charge. You climbed into bed gingerly, acutely aware of the body on the other side of the queen-sized mattress. A queen should be plenty big for two people, but Steve was the size of two people himself and slept on his back, one arm thrown behind his head, and the other four remaining pillows (cause, y’know, men are too manly to sleep with pillows) cast to your side. Long story short, it didn’t leave you much room.
This was it, this was the catch, you thought. No pillow nest to bury yourself in. So much for your own damn bed.
You slipped into the covers, arranging the pillows around yourself in your best attempt of a pillow nest with only one-third of a queen mattress to work with (you mourned the loss of the single pillow you had to toss on the floor) and closed your eyes.
And then sleep didn’t come.
So you opened your eyes and shuffled the pillows a bit again, then laid down, and shut your eyes.
And then sleep didn’t come.
Sighing, you shifted again, fluffing the pillow you hugged to your chest with an annoyed hand and—
“Could you stop moving?” cut a voice through the dark.
You send Steve a glare that definitely didn’t land through the pitch black. “You’re taking up the entire bed, it’s kind of hard to get comfortable.”
Steve sighed, then shifted into a sitting position. You heard his feet hit the ground.
“I told you you’re not sleeping on the floor.”
“We clearly can’t share the bed.”
“We clearly can, actually, if you just scoot over.”
“I don’t really think that would fix the problem.”
“Do you have to argue with everything I say?”
He inhaled sharply, but didn’t say anything.
“Just lay back down and go to sleep.”
You felt the mattress shift again. You rolled over and squeezed your eyes shut, willing your body not to move again.
You woke up to warmth.
Wasn’t New Mexico the desert? Didn’t the desert get cold at night? Why were you so warm right now? How long did you sleep for, then—
Moving was weird. Yeah, that’s really weird, cause you were caught on something. And what was on your stomach?
Steve. Steve was. You were warm because Steve’s breath was hitting your collar bone and you were pressed against his body and his hand was splayed over your bare stomach.
You had a vague memory of a pillow hitting the floor last night. Then another shuffling stand-off. Then—
Steve was holding you in his arms. Steve was holding you while he slept.
You tried your hardest to move without actually moving, a task that quickly proved difficult. If you could just turn over—
The hands on your stomach turned into an arm tightening around you.
There was no possible way to get out of this and save your pride. You couldn’t do it without waking him up and—
Hold on. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one holding you like a child and a teddy bear. He was the one not letting go. Yeah, this was something you could give him shit for.
“Steve,” you said, sleep tugging on the edges of your voice. “Steve, let go.” You tried a little more openly to wiggle your way out of his grip.
“Huh-uh,” he grunted, only succeeding in further trapping you. “Y’r warm.”
Well, so was he.
As the tired still crowded your mind, you took a deep breath and only succeeded in relaxing yourself further into his grip. You tried half-heartedly to wiggle your way out but, wow, his skin is soft. You didn’t really notice falling back asleep. The absence of your consciousness was a relief.
But when you woke again, it was to the smell of coffee and a cold bed.
You blinked blearily into the morning, gaze flitting across the room before landing on Steve’s figure leaning against the vanity.
“Morning,” he said thickly. He sounded like he couldn’t have been awake that early, and yet he’d been up long enough for his side of the bed to go cold.
"G'mornin'." You stretched out in an attempt to rid yourself of sleep and gave a small moan. Steve tossed his gaze over his shoulder but kept his body faced towards the vanity as he let the coffee drip into the single-use cups.
"Sleep well?" he asked, still not turning to face you.
"Did you?"
You watched his shoulders tense for a split second before he does, finally, turn to you, coffee in hand. He crosses the space between you in a step and a half and extends the cup to you.
You, of course, reach for it and, of course, do so too fast and knock the cup into your lap. Steve sputtered an apology for a moment before reaching to rip the covers off your legs. He twisted to grab a towel from the vanity and began patting down your thighs. In the frantic blur of it, you realized Steve was currently working his way up your inner thigh with a towel that was attached to his hand and you were barely awake.
"Steve," you said. He didn't stop his pursuit up your thigh and was now currently, just about, hovering over you.
"Steve," you repeated, stilling his hand on the inside of your thigh, and finally met his eye, noting as his eyes flit between yours and your lips.
"Sorry," he said, not making an attempt to move.
"S'okay," you mumbled, butterflies taking flight in your stomach and landing on every inch of your skin.
"Are you okay?" His breath was tickling your nose by now.
"You're not moving away." Your heart was hammering out of your chest by now, and you were pretty sure he could hear it. (Super soldier hearing? Is that a thing?)
"I..." The only sound was your mingling breathing for a moment. "I don't want to."
"Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
His lips were feather-light on yours at first, soft and lingering. Maybe that's why his teeth on your lip made you yelp, and maybe that was why Steve groaned into your mouth before hooking an arm under your knee and hoisting you up the bed, settling his hips between your legs.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, eliciting soft moans from him as your nails scraped his scalp, so you did it again. His lips moved over your skin, down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moved his hands over your waist. You watched as his head moved down your chest, a hand coming to rest over the strap of your tank top. He toyed with it for a moment, his other hand slowly inching the hem to expose your stomach.
Cerulean eyes met yours. "Okay?"
You nodded vehemently.
His hands lit firecrackers on your skin as he pushed up your tank, his mouth immediately attaching itself to your exposed breast. Your breath hitched in your chest, hands clawing at his shirt in a desperate attempt to undress him.
His shirt and your shorts were quickly discarded onto the floor next to your tank as your fumbling hands reached to his waistband with the intent for them to join the growing pile on the floor. A gentle hand came to cover your wrist, and you opened your eyes to see Steve kissing farther down your sternum, your stomach, your hips.
His breath was hot on your exposed core. Tiny kisses were placed on the inside of both your thighs, like matches being lit in the dark. You were covered in him all of a sudden, covered, covered, covered in his breath, in his skin, in his existence. And when he buried his nose in your folds, you wondered if he was covered in you as well.
His lips sang against your most sensitive area, pushing a finger or two inside you and then slowly curling until your back arched off the coffee-stained sheets. You were breathless, enthralled in every sensation Steve was able to seep from your body. His name fell off your lips in a series of pleas that you were, at present, woefully unable to distinguish. All you know is that it spurred him on, if his own moans were anything to go by.
Release quickly closed in on every inch of you, a glass being filled until it finally, finally tipped over and spread over every inch of you until you were writhing against his face.
Kisses were once again being placed all over your body, until Steve’s nose nudged you and his mouth found yours once again.
“You taste like honey,” he whispered into your mouth.
You whimpered against his lips, hands grasping at his neck, his hair, his waist.
“Okay?” he asked, his own hand moving towards the waistband of his sweats.
“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes.”
His hips rolled against you, a trembling wave breaking as you felt his head push into you. It knocked the air from your lungs, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and burrows your face in his shoulder as he set up a relentless pace, pounding into you with everything he could. You were flooded with ecstasy before finally cresting, a kaleidoscope shattering inside of you before the pieces fell and covered you. Through your high, you felt Steve’s hips sputter against yours before spilling into your core.
There was nothing but your shared breaths for a moment, your head still buried in his shoulder. He relaxed you into the pillows, his lips finding a path over your cheekbone. He eased out of you, grabbing another towel to clean between your thighs. He laid back down next to you, gathering you into his arms until you were laid over his chest.
“This okay?” he asked, his voice as gravelly as you’d heard it that morning.
“Yes,” you sighed, tracing a finger over his skin. You shifted to gaze up at him, silently memorizing every line and dip of his face.
“Why had we never crossed that line before?”
You thought for a moment, his question taking you a little off guard in your still-tired, post-orgasmic state. It was a line you’d crossed. That line you’d been tiptoeing with looks cast the other’s way that always lasted a little too long, and comments that could have way too easily been taken out of context. That line that Nat and Sam had found each other crossing in an attempt to soften the sting of being on the run. That line that stopped you from finding comfort in one another, when the nights stretched on and on and people seemed like the worst type of creature in the universe.
“You’re a stubborn asshole.”
He laughed heartily. “I’m the stubborn one?”
“For now.”
So you let yourself relax into him, savoring the touch of skin on skin. Of your breathing synchronizing. Of high-thread-count sheets kissing your skin just like Steve had, like Steve still was doing, punctuating each one with the giggle he drew from you.
He sighed for a moment before locking his eyes with yours.
"I don't know if I can-"
"Steve," you stopped him. "It's not about that."
You knew where he was going with it. How he would say some chivalrous shit about not being able to provide you with what you needed. It was true, though. It wasn't about that. Not when each night could be the last, and not when a larger fight loomed just around the corner. You knew you could both feel it. When you'd find Steve pulling out his burner and taking a quick glance at it, expression unreadable when he'd discover there were no new alerts and he'd shove it back into his pocket. Not when you felt sometimes like everyone had something to fight for, except you.
"I don't need anything but this," you whispered onto his skin, willing the words to tattoo there so just maybe America's Golden Boy would understand that he alone is enough.
"I can't give you the peaceful life you want."
"I never said I wanted that."
"But I know you think about it."
What, is he a mind reader?
"It's okay. I think I want it sometimes too. But-"
"But then you pull that phone out hoping time and time again it will ring."
You felt his chest lift with a sigh.
"It's okay, Steve," you said softly. His gaze wavered against yours. "This is okay. For now, this is what I need."
"This?"
"You."
Everyone coped in different ways. Natasha dyed her hair like the little sister she’d told you about one night after a bit too much to drink and a sappy feeling in the air. Sam had a stash of letters he was writing for his nephew who’d just been born. You saw him putting them away one time and asked him about it, and he told you about his home on a vibrant coast with his sister who he loved the most in the world, until she had his nephews, that is.
You’d spent the last year collecting postcards. It wasn’t much, but they were easily transportable. You marked each one with a date and a memory. The time in Nebraska when Sam had to try and flirt his way into the back room of a bar, but he just ended up with a scratch on his face from the ring the woman wore when she slapped him. Or when Natasha fell off a dock in New Zealand and took you with her, and you both ended up spending an hour swimming in the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Or when you were in Venice chasing down a dead lead and you looked at Steve in the setting sun and suddenly your heart felt like it might explode and jump out of your chest. You’d felt tangibly dizzy. You hadn’t shown anyone that one.
But you could stay here, like this, in Steve’s arms, an ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat lull you to sleep. And when everything else feels cold, when you feel like the world is turning its back on you, you can find peace in your friends, and in the arms of someone who makes you feel safe.
#pls enjoy whatever the inside of my mind looks like bc this is it#steve rogers x reader#captain america#steve rogers#marvel#marvel fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction#emmmaswrites#18+ fic#mcu fanfiction
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Checkmate
Summary: You teach Sam the importance of the queen piece in chess
Word Count: 1294
Square Filled: Queens
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Female Reader
Warnings: Cannon level violence, mentions of injuries/ blood/ surgery
Written for @star-spangled-bingo
Chess had always been one of your favourite games. All the pieces had their own parts to play, coming together to work as a team and you strategized how to defeat your opponent. You often applied this law on the battlefield, your brain constantly in gear thinking of your next three moves. The only difference between your chess game and your fighting was that you would never deliberately sacrifice someone to gain a better position.
...
Having a little free time to yourself, you decided to play chess online. Sure it would have been nice to play against someone with the beautiful set you received as a gift one year for your birthday but most of the others were either too busy or just didn’t want to play. You were so lost in your strategy; you failed to hear Sam sneak up on you.
“What are you doing?”
Startled by the sudden noise, you almost threw your device. Once you had recovered from your initial fright, you turned and glared at Sam.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” you huffed.
“All I did was ask you what you were doing...”
“Playing online chess,” you replied, turning back to your screen. Sam peered over your shoulder.
“What’s that little guy?” he asked, pointing to the queen icon.
“That’s the queen...”
“Why are there three of them? I thought there was only one...”
“It’s called Promotion. When you get a pawn to the other side of the board, you can change it to a knight, bishop, rook or queen.”
“Huh...” Sam watched as you played, achieving checkmate in just three more moves.
“Do you want to play? I could get my set...”
“Sure. I know the basics,” he smiled.
...
Sam proved himself to be a pretty decent chess player. His strategies for the most part were well thought out but you had a little more experience.
“Checkmate,” you stated, moving your piece into position.
“What?!” Sam looked at the board and saw that he had fallen into the trap you had set up. “Damn...”
“Good game,” you smiled. Sam smiled back and you felt your face heat up under his intense gaze. You had a crush on Sam for a while but you were too afraid to let him know how you felt. Chess was easy, relationships were hard.
“You know... the queen has always been my favourite piece,” you confessed, picking it up and idly examining it.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
“While the king is the most important piece, the queen has the most power... she can move anywhere, take out pieces left and right, protect the others and when necessary, sacrifice herself to protect her king...” you softly explained, placing the piece into his hand.
Sam looked at the intricately carved piece, mulling over your words.
“Hey, let’s go you two! We got a mission!” Steve barked, dashing into the room and rushing out again. Sam pocketed the queen and ran to get ready.
...
The mission was a tough one. Hydra had launched an all out attack on a nearby facility. Sam was pinned under heavy fire and his arm had been grazed by a bullet. Steve and Bucky were also trapped. Sam only dared to risk a look when some of the firing was pulled away from him, in awe of what he saw. You, Natasha and Maria Hill were holding them off, working as a team. One of the soldiers tried to hit you from behind but Maria took him out. You tackled one of the soldiers from around the waist, twisting and body-slamming him to the ground. Nat ducked a punch and immediately uppercut her opponent in the jaw. Sam couldn’t help but compare what you had told him about the queen piece.
...she can move anywhere, take out pieces left and right, protect the others and when necessary...
The three of you were queens on the battlefield, powerful, everywhere at once and taking calculated risks.
“Sam, look out!”
Sam had been so lost in his admiration of you; he neglected to look for danger. He didn’t have any time to move as you jumped in front of him, taking the hit.
“Y/N!” he screamed.
He shook out of his stupor and jumped into action. Now it was his time to protect you.
“Nat! Y/N’s been shot! Cover us!”
Natasha moved from her spot covering Bucky now that he could move and fire back. Sam used his wings as a cover to shield you from the hailstorm of bullets and shooting when needed. He was trying not to panic as your breathing became shallow and laboured.
“Stay with me!” he begged, getting you back to the quinjet. “I can’t lose you!”
You managed to give a weak smile.
“I’ll be fine...”
Tears were beginning to cloud Sam’s vision.
“Nat, take the jet and get Y/N to safety. We’ve got it from here,” Steve’s voice came from over the comms.
It was true. With the three of you ladies, you had taken out almost the entire squadron that had been sent.
“Got it, Cap,” Nat confirmed, getting both you and Sam on board.
...
It had been a very close call. Nat got you to the medical bay just in time before you lost anymore blood and they immediately took you into surgery. Sam wanted to go with you but they made him stay back, tending to his injuries. It was only then did he realise that something in his pocket was poking him. Same took out the object to see the queen you had given to him moments before the mission. He held it tightly in his hand, silently praying you would make it through.
...
The moment you were let out of surgery, Sam was by your side. He barely ate or slept, wanting to make sure you would be okay. Sam held your cold hand, waiting and hoping for any sign you would be waking up soon.
When you first opened your eyes, Sam was the first person you saw.
“Hey,” you croaked wearily. Sam gently squeezed your hand.
“Hey... how are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot...”
Sam couldn’t help but smile a little, a silence falling over the pair of you until he finally had to voice the question that was spinning around in his mind.
“Y/N, I have to ask... why did you do that for me?”
“I told you that already...” Sam looked at you puzzled. “A queen will sacrifice herself to protect her king when need be...”
“But... I’m not a king... I’m not all that important...”
You reached up to place a hand on his cheek.
“You are to me...”
Sam found himself tearing up at your words.
“Sam, I...”
“Let me speak first... Y/N, I love you. I’m so in love with you. When you jumped in front o me... I was so scared I was going to lose you. I held onto this thing so tight, it’s imprinted in my hand...” Sam gently gave you back your chess piece. “I don’t want to lose my queen...”
Now it was your turn to tear up.
“I love you too, my king.”
Sam smiled a little more and kissed you gently, taking great care not to cause you anymore harm. You smiled into the kiss and melted into it.
...
After that day, you and Sam got together. You still played chess but on the battlefield, you were more careful about having each other’s backs. The king finally had his queen and both of you couldn’t be happier.
#ssb2021#sam wilson x reader#sam wilson#marvel#marvel fanfiction#marvel one shot#marvel fic#Checkmate#Chess#Queens#injuries#friends to lovers
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Crown of Thorns
“What will I be when I grow up, Lady Mother?” Y/N asked, the bed sheets wrapped high under her chin, arms clutching her knees.
“You will be Queen, my darling,” she cupped her face, and she leaned into her touch, “and a warrior.”
Series Summary: After the need for their alliance during the Battle of Titan, King Stephen asked in return for his services, that King Anthony of the Iron Islands’, first born daughter would be given in marriage, to his sons, Prince Steven and Prince James of the Kingdom of Kamar-Taj. Despite King Anthony’s other offers, King Stephen would only agree to one, or there would be war between their two Kingdoms. Leaving King Anthony with no choice, he sacrificed his first born daughter, in hopes of sparing his people of anymore suffering. Anthony prayed that the men would care for his daughter, and love her as he did, but a sparkly crown can hide a thousand secrets.
Pairing: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader x Prince!Bucky
Series Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff (There will be some fluffy stuff I promise, I can't resist), Smut: This series will include some aspects of Dub-con/Non-con: Steve and Bucky aren't going to be Prince Charmings. More Warnings will be posted on Chapters.
Masterlist
Part Fifteen:Out With The Old
Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Themes, Oral Sex (f receiving)
Word Count: 3.3k
“Shall we go to bed?” Steve asked, standing, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist, and pulling her close to him. Smirking into his chest, Y/N shook her head pushing away.
“Not with you no.” Y/N, smiled sarcastically, the two Princes’ faces drop, as they share a look with each other.
“What?” Bucky blurted, “I thought you had forgiven us?”
“I said I had forgiven you; I didn’t say that I had forgotten.” Y/N’s tone has an edge of ice, that made Steve and Bucky shiver.
“What does that mean for us?” Steve worried.
“You’ll see.” You smiled, before leaving the two Princes looking stunned and spellbound.
Y/N had a plan. The Princes needed to pay, and she knew exactly what she was going to do.
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The next day; Y/N accepted the invitation from Steve and Bucky to join them for breakfast, although, instead of sitting between them like usual, she sat on the opposite end of the table. She had also made sure that, that morning, Wanda and Maria had dressed her in the most scandalous dress that she owned.
Bucky had gifted it to her, when she had still been living with her father in the islands. When she had received it, she wanted Peter to take it and donate it to the nearest brothel, but now she was glad that Peter had kept it.
All eyes were on her, as Steve struggled to find his mouth, as all he seemed capable of doing was watching her, as she sipped on her cup of water. Making sure she held eye contact with him, as he choked on some of his bread, when she winked.
When everyone had managed to eat some of their breakfast, Y/N asked for the plates to be cleared away.
“Arnold, fetch the Lady Natasha and Lady Sharon, tell them the Princes have something to say to them.” Y/N grinned, when she heard Bucky choking on his spit. “Be quick.”
The butler scuttled out, his eyes slightly wide at her request, but was quick to fulfil it. Y/N turned back to face Steve and Bucky, who both shared a look of absolute horror, as they began to feel very nervous.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” Bucky panicked, his face was pastier than usual, his lips more of a grey than the usual cherry colour that Y/N enjoyed kissing.
“Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.” Y/N beamed, innocently, before drawing her chair out, and standing by the window, whilst she waited.
“You know we are sorry, don’t you, Y/N?” Steve takes some steps towards, Y/N, but she doesn’t make any effort to move closer to him. Instead, she stares at him blankly.
“We’ll never hurt you like that again, we promise.” Bucky tried, but Y/N still met him with a blank stare.
“I know.” Y/N nodded, “And I’m going to make sure of it.”
Steve and Bucky once again, were worried, and if Y/N listened hard enough, she wondered if she could hear Steve and Bucky’s heart rates increasing, when the two women she had asked for, nervously stepped into the room.
“Ah, Natasha, Sharon.” Y/N greeted with a twisted smile, “I’m glad you could make it.”
Sharon eyed Steve, but he avoided looking at her at all costs, instead focusing on his wife. Natasha, however; her eyes were sharp and piercing, as she watched Y/N, as she stood between the two Princes. Clasping her hands in front of her, a forced smile plastered on her face.
“You are probably wondering why I’ve brought you here.” Y/N started, she had been rehearsed this speech in her head, for hours and hours last night. She had barely slept as she imagined this moment all night.
“Yes, your highness.” Natasha nodded, her eyes still burning holes into Y/N’s face; she had noticed the dress that Y/N had chosen, she knew she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.
“I’ve decided that your services within this household will no longer be required.” Y/N had to stop herself from talking through her teeth, and she had to bite back the look of joy on her face, when Natasha and Sharon’s faces turned a similar shade of grey that Bucky’s had.
“But your highness-“
“It is a mutual decision, made by myself and the Princes, isn’t that right?” Y/N turned to the men, who immediately had to clamp their mouths shut, once they realised their wife’s eyes were focused on them.
“Er…yes, your services in this household will no longer be needed.” Bucky cleared his throat, when he caught the slightly harshening glare he was receiving from Y/N.
“Are you sure it is what you want, sire?” Sharon turned to Steve, her voice barely above a whisper, as her eyes began to fill with tears.
“It is what we have decided, Lady Sharon.” Y/N barked, before giving Steve a death stare, when he was yet to say anything.
“Yes, we all agree it would be for the best.” Bucky sides with Y/N, wrapping an awkward arm around her waist. Y/N pulled away slightly but kept close to prove her point further.
“Steve.” Sharon tries once again, but he shakes his head.
“There’s no point in begging, that’s not going to work with me, not anymore.” Steve shakes his head, moving closer to Y/N.
“You know, I was wondering where I had seen that dress before, now I’ve worked it out.” Natasha sneered, as her eyes trailed up and down.
“And where might that be, Lady Natasha?” Y/N chewed on her cheek, as she tried to not sound too bitter.
“Don’t you recognise it, sire?” Natasha asked Bucky, looking to him, before back to the dress, the whole time she ignored Y/N’s inquisitive face, as she made doe eyes at her lovers.
“Natasha, I suggest whatever it is you need to say, just spit it out.” Steve seethed folding his arms, whilst Bucky continued to stare at the dress, hoping to guess where Natasha was going with her teasing before it was too late.
“That dress,” Natasha points a slender and surprisingly for a maid, well-manicured finger, at the material, that was beginning to make Y/N’s skin itch. “You bought it for me, two years ago, don’t you remember?”
Y/N felt her heart leap into her throat, all she wanted to do was burn the dress, with her still in it, but she swallowed the tears, as she looked to Bucky, who looked like he was going to be sick.
“Well, James?” Y/N’s voiced withered slightly, and it made her cringe as she wanted to be strong, now was the time for her to be strong.
“I…er…I don’t-“
“It’s true, your highness, the dress was purchased for me, as a gift, however: it didn’t fit me, so Bucky decided it would be nice to gift it to you.” Natasha’s voice felt like nails on a chalkboard, and it made Y/N want to strangle her there and then.
Then it came to her. The ultimate revenge.
“What? This dress?” Y/N waved her arms over the body of her, to specify the item of clothing she was talking about.
“Yes, your highness…that dress.” For the first time Natasha seemed nervous, as she eyed Y/N sceptically.
“Well, I suppose you’d like it back.” Without further discussion Y/N began to undo the back of her dress, reaching behind her, she began to unbutton the back of her dress, the four spectators appeared to be stunned.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Steve asked in shock, as he began to see his wife’s undergarments, being revealed in front of his mistress.
“Returning something that’s not mine.” Y/N explained before shrugging the fabric off her shoulders and throwing it at Natasha’s feet.
Before anymore could be said, Y/N spun around, placing her hand on the front of Steve’s chest, and lightly shoved him towards the bed.
“And I’m taking back what is.” Y/N smirked at Steve’s frightened face, as she pushed him down onto the bed, before turning back to Bucky, who’s jaw had given up trying to keep closed, as his mouth sagged open, a small trail of drool, dribbling down his chin.
“Come here.” Y/N curled her finger, and like an invisible rope was tied around Bucky’s waist, he did as he was commanded, walking towards Y/N, before she pulled his face into a kiss.
Y/N kept her eyes open, as she watched Natasha take in a quick breath, as her eyes grew dark with anger. She huffed, scooping up the dress, and beginning to walk towards the door, Sharon followed her head hanging low, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, as she held in the tears.
“Stop.”
Y/N broke from the kiss, not looking to the two women, who had stood dead in the doorway.
“Undo my corset.” Y/N commanded, before pushing Bucky down next to Steve, the two of them looked terrified and excited all at the same time.
Y/N stood in front of them both, her back to the women, who looked to each other, before looking back to the lace.
“Did you not hear me?” Y/N asked, lowly, flicking her head over her shoulder, “Take my corset off. Now.”
Sharon was quick to scramble to the edge of the bed, she kept her eyes away from Steve, who had stripped his shirt off his head, and was working on his trousers. His movements were mirrored by Bucky, who was struggling to get his tunic over his head.
Sharon made quick work of the laces, and soon the corset was in her hand, and she moved back to Natasha, her own eyes a little misted with emotion, as she watched Y/N crawl up onto the bed.
“Must we stay, your Highness?” Natasha asked in a small voice, eyes focusing on the stone floor, as Y/N straddled Steve’s hips, and began to trail love bites over his chest.
“Hmm, what do you think, my loves. Do you want to keep sharing me with these whores?” Y/N bit harshly, as she looked between the two Princes, who seemed to already be out of breath.
“No, we want you, no one else but you.” Bucky panted, pulling at the necklace that still laid around her neck.
“You heard them.” Y/N sassed, throwing a quick side glance to Sharon and Natasha, before grabbing the back of Bucky’s neck and locking lips with him once again, leaning back for a moment, so she could mumble one sentence, “Now fuck off.”
Bucky didn’t have time to be shocked at her, as she quickly started kissing him again. Sharon ran from the room, unable to keep her sobs at bay anymore, her cries echoed along the stone walls. Whilst Natasha calmly picked up the corset that Sharon had left in her state of misery, and walked from the room, shutting the door behind her.
“I think I like it more when you’re like this.” Steve teased, trailing his fingers over Y/N’s side, as she continued to make out with Bucky.
“Well, that’s good,” she shoved at Bucky’s chest, before moving up to the headboard laying on her back and placing her hands behind her head. “Because you’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
“What did you have in mind?” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, as he came closer to Y/N, but she held him back, by placing her foot on his chest. He looked a little shocked, but a small bit of him was enjoying seeing Y/N taking control.
“You are going to make me feel good, you’re going to make me feel better than you have ever made Sharon or Natasha.” Y/N explained, playing with the small chain that lay on her bare chest.
“Your wish is our command.” Bucky smirked, Steve grabbing one of your ankles, moving it slightly wider, whilst Bucky shed the last of his clothing.
Kneeling up, Steve wrapped his hands around Y/N’s waist, before hooking his fingers into the side of her underwear, and shimmied them down her legs, tossing them to the side, before grasping her thighs once again.
Trailing kisses over her calves, before traveling up her thighs, lightly biting the flesh, and holding it between his teeth for a second, then releasing to stare up at Y/N, with big blue orbs, which were slowly beginning to darken.
“You are so beautiful, Y/N, every inch of you.” Steve groaned, as he kissed right next to her core, which caused a shiver to go down her spine, as she laid her head back on the pillow.
“Please, I need you both.” Y/N panted lightly, Steve looked at Bucky, who was smirking, as he palmed himself.
“We’ve kept her waiting long enough.” Bucky told Steve, who simply nodded in agreement, before he threw her legs over his shoulders, and began to devour her, relentlessly.
“Oh, my Gods.” Y/N gasped, as she grabbed the sheets tightly in her fists.
Steve focused his attention on her clit, his teeth grazing against the sensitive button, making Y/N’s toes curl, and bite down on her lips to suppress her moans.
She felt Bucky’s lips, moving against her, as he relaxed her jaw, sucking on her tongue gently, before breaking away.
“Don’t bite your lip, honey, we want to hear your sweet little noises.” Bucky cooed, leaving one final peck on her lips, before sitting back and letting her enjoy the feeling of Steve’s tongue gliding through her folds.
“Please don’t stop.” Y/N gasped when Steve added his fingers, curling them to rub against her upper wall.
“We’re not going to stop all night, my love.” Bucky promised, as he continued to toy with Y/N’s nipples, pinching them until they were stiff peaks.
“Please, I need one of you…I need one of you…” Y/N couldn’t find her words, as she suddenly felt herself growing shy, under the watchful eye of her two Princes.
“Need us to do what, sweetheart, tell us what you need?” Steve asked, leaning back, his chin was dripping with her juices, his lips a cherry red, and his cheeks flushed.
“I need one of you to-“
Y/N was interrupted in her request by a harsh knock on the bedroom door, that had her jumping out of her skin. The Princes were surprised, but Bucky didn’t blink when he went to the door, completely nude. Steve stayed by Y/N, wrapping her in a blanket, just encase whoever was at the door, could see into the room.
“What’s going on?” Y/N whispered to Steve, as he curled up next to her, holding her in his arms, missing the feeling of their skin being pressed against each other.
“I don’t know, but I swear if it’s not an emergency, then whoever is on the other side of that door, will meet the axe.” Steve huffed, as he rested his chin on Y/N’s head.
Y/N slapped his chest, lightly, biting back the giggle that wanted to break free, her eyes returning to Bucky’s naked figure standing in the doorway.
She was staring at his bare behind, as well as his beautifully toned back, which looked like a perfectly sculpted marble statue. As a result of her wandering eyes, she noticed the way Bucky’s body tensed, his whole back went rigid, and his head began to move frantically, as his voice raised.
“Ready the men.” Bucky yelled, before slamming the door behind him, bashing his fist on the door.
“Fuck!” Bucky shouted, sweeping his arm across the table, knocking everything that was on top of it, onto the floor. Y/N grabbed the blanket harder, pulling it tighter, as she worried what had happened.
“What’s wrong, Buck?” Steve asked, as he reluctantly detached himself from Y/N, making his way to his brother, grabbing his shoulder in reassurance.
“It’s Zemo.” Bucky grumbled, just loud enough for both Steve and Y/N to hear. Standing from the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her body; Y/N walked to the Princes.
“What’s happened, my love, what’s going on?” Y/N reached out to touch Bucky’s shoulder, but he pulled away before she could.
“His men have broken through the western wall, they’re on their way to the castle as we speak.” Bucky relayed the messenger’s words to Y/N and Steve, before slamming his hands down on the table once again.
“What do we do?” Y/N worried, as she looked to her husbands for reassurance.
“We’re going to get you out of here, and safe, possibly send you back to your father for safety.” Steve explained before Bucky could, Y/N looked at them in disbelief.
“I’m not going anywhere, I need to be here, with you.” Y/N shook her head, walking to a trunk in the corner of the room.
“Don’t argue with us Y/N, we need to keep you safe.” Steve sighed, as he watched Y/N with his head tilted, unsure of what she was doing, rooting through what sounded like silverware.
“You always forget, you always misjudge me.” Y/N grumbled, pulling out the chainmail and chest armour, and throwing it onto the bed with a clatter.
“What are you doing?” Bucky asked, when Y/N began to latch herself into the body armour.
“I’m going to help you.” Y/N answered simply, as she slipped the chest plate onto herself.
“You can’t, you’re just a-“ Steve stopped himself before he could finish his sentence, when Y/N flashed him a glare.
“Just a what?” Y/N folded her arms, jutting her head in challenge, “Just a girl?”
“Look Y/N, we love you-“
“Please cut the bullshit, Steve.” Y/N stopped the blonde before he could make his excuses, as she stepped closer to the men, “I’m not just some fragile little bird, that needs her hand held and boot laces tied for her.”
Bucky let out a heavy breath looking to Steve for backup.
“You forget I was trained by a Valkyrie; I am fully capable of defending myself.” Y/N finished, she was now standing toe to toe with the Princes, as she gazed up at them, her eyes ablaze with determination.
“Very well, you will stay.” Steve’s head whipped in Bucky’s direction when Bucky spoke those words, his mouth agape in disbelief.
“Buck-“
“But you will stay here, with your own personal guard, so that we know you are extra safe.” Bucky explained his terms.
“But I don’t need babysitting.” Y/N huffed, frowning.
“Then don’t see it as babysitting, just imagine you are taking care of the men we’ve sent to look after you.” Bucky breathed, before planting a quick kiss to her forehead, before heading to his own armoury.
“Fine.” Y/N agreed, grabbing the rest of her chainmail, leaving Steve looking completely stunned.
“Steve, hurry, get changed.” Bucky ordered, making Steve run to the same cupboard, pulling out his own armour.
“Do you need a sword, my love?” Bucky grinned as he held out a blade, for Y/N to take.
“No thank you, I have my own.” Y/N smiled, holding up the silver blade that had served her so well.
“That’s a pretty nice sword, where have you been hiding that?” Bucky looked a little shocked, as he eyed the stainless steel in his wife’s grip.
“Out of your view.” Y/N chirped, kissing Bucky’s lips, as he beamed at her in desire.
Y/N’s eyes flicked over to Steve, who was now standing looking out the window, resting his hands heavily on the windowsill, as his eyes appeared to be scanning whatever was happening outside.
“What’s the matter, Steve?” Y/N asked, stepping towards him. Steve didn’t need to answer her, as she looked out the window, she saw the glowing flames of torches, as people ran around in desperation to get to safety.
The cries of people and horses merged together as they hung heavily in the air. The flames blazed in Y/N’s eyes, as she watched in fear for the villagers and servants, who scrambled to find weaponry, supplies or anything they could that could stop the coming invasion.
“We’re going to be fine. They will have to face the three of us.” Bucky wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist, whilst slinging his other over Steve’s shoulder.
“We can take on the world.”
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Bring Him Light - vi (King!Steven x Reader)
Chapter Summary: Perhaps the rumors are true.
Warnings: blood, character death, arguments
Word Count: 2.2k
Note: This chapter is short. I’m out of town, so I’m trying my best!
<- Last Part -=+=- Next Part ->
“You look rattled.” Your eyes widened slightly as you looked behind you in the mirror at your husband. You hadn’t realized he walked into your shared bed chamber. The images of the men cowering in the dungeon – the toothless man unconscious and drooling in his cell – passed through your mind as you forced a smile.
“I’m fine,” you lied.
He wanted to attribute your behavior to the sister at the orphanage. Wanda had stopped him in the halls when you came back and told him of your argument with Sister Mary. Which was why he sought you out only to see that you were leaving the dungeon with Brock and Alexander. He thought about what the men could’ve told you. What did you see in the dungeon that made you act distant?
Your hands shakily went up to your ears and unhooked the jewelry that dangled from them. Normally, Wanda and Natasha would’ve gotten you ready for bed, but you dismissed the ladies for the night. You wanted to be alone with your thoughts as you contemplated what Lord Pierce and Lord Rumlow revealed to you.
You weren’t sure what to believe.
Steven nodded as he neared you. He saw your body visibly tense as he got closer. He reached out and stroked your shoulder, gently. Your muscles would’ve relaxed to his touch, but something’s changed.
“Where are your ladies?” He asked you. He leaned down and gave your exposed skin a soft kiss. Your muscles remained tense. He frowned.
“I dismissed them for the night. Natasha wanted to spend time with James.” You muttered. Another lie.
“Hmm…” Steven nodded. He knew you were lying. Sure, the two had gotten close in your time in Brooken, but James had been at his side for the whole day. Lady Natasha did not come and ask for James’s attention. There was another reason for your desire to be alone. “I’ll run you a bath, then?”
You didn’t want to argue. You didn’t want to let on that you found out the horrendous truth about the deaths of his two wives. You didn’t want to believe the rumors that King Steven murdered the wives before you, but with Sister Mary, Lord Rumlow, and Lord Pierce all confronting you about the truth on the same day … You couldn’t help but doubt the king. Was his kindness just a façade? Was his ‘we have a lifetime of producing heirs’ just a lie? Were you next because you weren’t pregnant yet?
“That sounds lovely,” you smiled with an even tone.
Steven smiled back though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. He pressed a kiss to your temple before walking off.
You stared at yourself in the mirror. Wide eyes filled with so much fear. You were sure that the king saw it. You took a few calming breaths as you attempted to steady your heart that beat rapidly in your chest. Perhaps you should’ve insisted that you could run your own bath, or that you would’ve called for Wanda to help you unwind for the night.
You hadn’t been afraid to be alone in the king’s presence in the past. But you were wed now. Two months in and not pregnant. No heir on its way. He had no reason to keep you around – you weren’t even sure if his emotions were an act or were truthful. You remembered the king you first met. The angry one that grabbed your wrist so hard that it tore open your wounds. Was that the true Steven after all?
“My love?” You flinched, startled once again. “Are you ready?”
»»————- ⚜ ————-««
The king insisted to share the bath – “conserve the water,” he said. You reluctantly agreed.
The warm water helped calm your nerves as did Steven’s arms which wrapped around you. You tried to forget that with the king’s sheer strength, he could strangle you in an instant as you rested your head rested against his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat. It seemed to help calm yours. He kissed your shoulder again and his hand rubbed your arm soothingly.
“You were angry before?” He asked.
“Must we speak?” You muttered, exhausted from the day.
He chuckled. “Forgive me, my love,” another kiss on your skin. He gently pushed the wet strands of hair to one side of your neck. “I just wanted to know why my wife was so distraught.”
You sighed. The old crone’s cold stare and accusing words rang on in your head. The tortured men, too. They called out Sharon’s name, calling for the queen the husband beneath you beheaded before them. A chill rushed through your body and you shuddered in his arms.
“Is the water too cold?” You shook your head. He sighed. “Wanda told me.” Steven prompted. “About Sister Mary…”
“Can we not?” Your voice was hushed.
“I’m not upset that you’re not pregnant.” Steven said. His voice was calm, even, and low as if trying to comfort you from the sound alone. It was a simple and straight answer. It was the truth whether you believed that or not – you didn’t. “So, you shouldn’t be either.”
“She tells the orphans that you are cruel.” You finally said. “The same things I hear in York.” You brought your wrists out from beneath the water. The scars were pale, barely visible, but they were still there. “She asked if you gave me these and I told her no.”
“It’s none of her business.”
“Which is what I told her.” You nodded.
Steven frowned. He knew of the rumors that swirled throughout Brooken and in York – and probably throughout the whole continent. He knew that he appeared to be a strong man. His stature alone attributed to that claim. His reputation of the battlefield painted him to be ruthless. He knew that. But he grew angry at the thought that someone would believe that he would hurt you – that he would scar your delicate, innocent skin.
“I said you were a good man, a good king. That she should watch her tongue because she’s speaking ill of the king. Is that not treason?” He murmured that it was. “And…” Your voice trailed off. You were unsure if you should even tell him, but he hummed in acknowledgement, curious and eager to hear the rest of the story. “She asked if I was convincing her … or myself…”
“Are you? … Are you convincing yourself?” You both sat in long moments of silence. You were unsure of what to say. Steven tensed underneath you. His muscles beginning to shake with rage as he concluded that you were convincing yourself. “Have I harmed you on purpose? Have I wronged you? Have I forced myself on you in bed? Cruel as I am – as cruel as they paint me out to be, you know me.”
“Do I?” You asked with a frown. You pulled yourself away from his chest to turn your head towards him with accusing eyes. “Do I know you? All of you? Or do you show my what I want to see?”
“I don’t understand – “
“The men in the prisons… They’re there because of Sharon, right?” His blue eyes turned cold upon hearing her name. They weren’t the warm, kind eyes that stared at you across the hall as you walked down the aisle. They weren’t the bright eyes that admired you as he took you for the first time and every time after that. They were something else entirely – cold like the paintings where he never smiled. “You torture them because of Sharon?”
“They deserve it.”
“My father doesn’t torture his prisoners. He feeds them and clothes them in nice cells before their trial. The conditions your prisoners are held in! The prison is rancid. The smell of piss, and shite, and death, Steven! They sit and wait for your next bout of torture.”
“You are not in York, (Y/N).” He snapped. “I don’t care what King Anthony does in his kingdom, but this is my country. This is Brooken. Not York. You best understand that.”
You clenched your jaw so hard you felt it in your temples. It felt as if you’d bite right through your mandible. “You treat those men in that way… I wonder what you’ve done to your past wives.”
Steven’s brows shot up at your accusing words. His tongue darted out to lick his lips before biting his bottom lip hard. He nodded. “If you want to believe I’m such a monster,” he said as he made a motion to stand, “then, so be it. I’ll show you a monster.” He got out of the bath, throwing on a robe, before leaving you cold and alone.
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You tightened the cloak – the same one from your wedding – around your shoulders. Natasha and Wanda huddled together beside a pillar in the courtyard. Although it was already spring, the nights in the North still held a hint of the winter’s winds, cold and harsh.
“What’s happening?” Wanda asked you.
“The king has ordered everyone in the castle to gather.” You answered. It was what Lord Rumlow told you when he and some kingsguard awoke you in the middle of the night. You weren’t sure where Steven was. For the first time since your marriage, you had fallen asleep without your husband at your side.
“Did you two argue?” Natasha asked. James hastily walked past her and she grabbed him by the tail of his shirt. He stopped and turned to meet her. His eyes were tired as if he had been up all night. “What’s going on?” She asked him.
James’s eyes met yours for a brief moment. “He’s… The king is wound up.” The two ladies glanced at you. “I must go.” He gave Natasha chaste kiss on her cheek before rushing off towards the risen platform at the front.
“What happened?” Wanda asked you again.
“He’s proving something to me.” You muttered vaguely.
“What?”
“Oh, my god.” Natasha gasped.
The rest of the crowd sprung up into murmurs as Sister Mary was brought to the stage. She wore a black dress and her hair, which was normally hidden away in her cloak, had been tied into a messy bun that collected at the back of her head. You felt the color drain from your face in realization.
“Steven…” You gasped. You took one step forward, wanting to rush out and stop this lunacy, but your arm was caught in a vice grip. You turned and saw Brock’s furrowed brow. His hand gripped your bicep, keeping you in place. “Lord Rumlow, stop this.”
“I cannot, your grace.” He muttered. “And neither can you.”
Steven stepped onto the platform as the woman’s arms were held by two guards. Your eyes widened when he raised his palm to silence the crowd.
“You stand before King Steven Rogers, King of Brooken, accused of treason. Before your god, how do you plea?” Lord Barnes announced.
“Like I told you when you barged into my home, Lord Barnes. I am guilty.” Sister Mary said. No hesitation in the old crone’s response. She glared at the king before looking into the crowd to glare at you.
She looked back at the king and spat at him. The crowd gasped. “And I’d do it again, you horrible man. I’ll do it for Queen Margaret and Queen Sharon. Again and again. The gods know the truth, Steven Rogers. The gods know. And you will be put to rest in an early grave and may you rot in hell along with (Y/N) Stark, your future widow.”
There was silence after the woman’s words. Your heart fell to your stomach. The King wiped away the spit from his cheek as he returned her glare threefold. Wanda and Natasha grabbed your arms with wide eyes. They were stunned. You visited the orphanage many times in the past two months. The woman had never showed any distaste towards you – except for today when she spoke out against the king – but here she is now, cursing you and your husband.
“I, Steven Rogers, King of Brooken, sentence you to death for your treason. You will be executed on this night.” Steven said. His tone carried so much poison you were surprised she wasn’t dead already. His voice was low, but in the silent night, it carried throughout the kingdom. “Bring me my sword.”
The two guards grabbed the woman and pushed her upon an execution block. She stared into the crowd, locking eyes with you as if to say, “this is your fate.”
“You might want to look away, your grace,” Rumlow murmured in your ear.
You thought there would be an executioner, but it was King Steven who held the sword. He lifted up the mighty blade into the air, the moonlight reflected on it. You and your ladies gasped when the sword came down. You turned your head away, cowering against Brock’s chest. You heard a slash, spurting and squelching, and a deafening thud.
You found the courage to look up. The sword was swung straight though the woman’s neck. The blade coated in fresh blood. The crimson red taunted you. The head had been caught in a basket, thankfully, hidden away. The blood continued to drip from the headless corpse. Your mouth was ajar as you stared up at your husband. He was panting and shaking with so much rage.
Steven looked to the stunned crowd and met your graze. His eyes cold and murderous like his portraits.
You couldn’t help but wonder… had you awoken the monster?
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➸ call me baby {2/3}
SUMMER NIGHTS
pairing: bucky barnes x reader | biker au
warnings: swearing, violence, implied smut, mainly fluff.
word count: 7.8k
synopsis: Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker. And when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either. That was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.
series masterlist
a/n: ok so this has turned into a three part series!! the next part will likely be a bit shorter, but i wanted to wrap up the story properly and i felt that needed it’s own separate part. i’m gonna post a masterlist for this series tomorrow, and i might write some drabbles for this fic to add to it once it’s finished if anyone has any hc/drabble ideas they’d like to send in?? i need to stop rambling so much lmao,,, please enjoy!!
Sunsets; consisting of an array of warm tones, reds and oranges bleeding into each other, casting a dim, natural light over cities before the artificial yellow beaming of street lamps lit up the world instead. A comforting reminder that every bad day eventually ends, but a sad reminder that every perfect day ends too.
In your case, they’d been unsettling ends to a continuous string of perfect days. And following those, a bright sunrise poured light through your windows every morning, indicating that you were one day closer to the end of the summer.
Currently, the deep, warm sky was the background of a blissful ride through the city. Perched on the back of Bucky’s motorcycle, your arms enveloping his waist, fingertips grazing lightly over his stomach through his shirt. No destination in particular; just an excuse to be close to one another.
Since the night at Wanda’s bar, the night where you simply let yourself begin to feel for Bucky, things had been different. Better.
Rides around the city were a frequent occurrence, usually happening when Bucky offered to take you home on his bike, but taking the long way back to enjoy the view and the feeling of you next to him for a short while longer.
It was therapeutic, tranquil. Well, until your road rage got the best of you.
“Dude, it’s a green light,” You shouted at the car in front you. “Green means go, didn’t you learn that in kindergarten?”
“Christ, you realise you’re yellin’ straight in my ear, right?”
“Sorry, Buck,” You patted his chest apologetically, before proceeding to yell once again. “Not my fault some people don’t know how traffic lights work!”
It was entertaining to Bucky, anyway. Even if it did earn you some middle fingers, which you gladly returned.
As the sky began to lose its vibrant hue, the two of you headed back in the direction of your place, definitely your least favourite part of the ride, but you savoured it nevertheless.
You were friends. Teasing each other incessantly because you just bounced off one another like that, but you often found yourself gravitating towards him. During meals at the clubhouse, you sat in the same spot as you did when you entered the place for the first time; right next to Bucky. While that likely meant for Steve and Peggy that they were in for a painful time, consisting of them slowly losing their patience with you both, they didn’t mind. Well, they did a little.
It’d been almost two hours since you started your game of Monoply. You weren’t sure if you were anywhere near the end of the game, but everyone was still pretty into it. Clint and Sam were paired up as a team, Steve and Peggy shared the little top-hat token, you and Bucky had the wheelbarrow, and Natasha had the car. She claimed she worked better when was on her own team, which was proved to be true by the fact she was winning.
It was Steve and Peggy’s turn to roll, and their top hat was moved to land on the ‘Boardwalk’ space.
“Oh, that’s our space!” You chirped. “Pay up, my dudes.”
“_____, you don’t have a house on that space.”
“Well, could you pass me one? I want this space.”
“You have to buy one.”
“Then I’ll buy one.”
Peggy sighed. “It’s not your turn, you can’t buy a house. Your token isn’t even on that space.”
You furrowed your brows, turning to Bucky. Maybe you should’ve read the rules before playing; you’d never actually played Monoply before. “Oh. That kinda sucks then.”
After a moment, Bucky reached over to the little bag of houses, picking one out and placing it on the Boardwalk space.
“Buck, that’s cheating.” Steve glared at his friend, who only shrugged innocently.
“She’s never played before, let her just have the damn house.”
“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause she’s on your team, jerk.”
Bucky just shrugged again, turning to shoot you a wink as you smirked in satisfaction and placing your little house on the space, missing Steve and Peggy sharing a look of annoyance as they passed a pile of yellow bills over to you.
It was safe to say the two of you weren’t allowed to play as a team during board games anymore. Natasha always won the games anyway, so it’s not like you and him cheating made much of a difference.
You thought things were moving smoothly with Bucky. You knew that you liked him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew that — it was pretty fucking obvious at this point. But it would be a rather dumb move to escalate things even if you wanted to. The summer would be over in two months, one third of it was already gone, and you would be too by the beginning of September. Naively, you’d told yourself that you simply wouldn’t take things further. Easy enough, right?
Wrong; so very wrong. You’d proved to yourself that you seriously needed to stop acting impulsively on one fateful after a day spent at the clubhouse.
You’d been about to leave, but had decided to head off to the office where Bucky had been pretty much all evening while everyone else was out in the backyard, which was odd considering you would’ve assumed he’d be the last to not spend the night drinking beer and hanging out with friends over, well, anything else.
You knocked loudly on the door, hearing shuffling and the clicking of a computer keyboard before a quiet ‘come in’ followed. Furrowing your brows, you stepped into the room, eyes landing on the biker slumped in the chair at the desk, forcing a small smile. Did he really think your were that oblivious?
“You’ve been hiding in here all night,” You approaches the desk, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is there something you wanna share with the class?”
Bucky’s eyes flickered between the computer screen and your face, before he shook his head. “Just dealin’ with club stuff.”
“Hm, and what counts as club stuff?”
“It’s stuff you don’t need to worry about.”
You scoffed. “Huh, what happened to not doing stuff you shouldn’t be? Not getting into trouble?”
“Do you ever mind your own business?” Bucky questioned bluntly, though there was a smirk tugging at his lips.
Mirroring his expression, you leaned against the desk next to him. “Not when someone is clearly trying to hide something.
The biker bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating for a few moments. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. Sure, he’d only known you around a month now, but you were... his friend. A good friend. He just didn’t want you mixed up in anything dangerous. Steve wasn’t lying when he said that the club tried to stay out of trouble, because they definitely didn’t go out of their way to get into shitty situations. But if they needed to get their hands a little dirty to deal with clubs that thrived off trouble, then so be it.
Eventually, Bucky sighed, moving a hand back over his computer mouse and letting the screen light up again. Crinkling your brows, your eyes scanned the screen. He’d been looking at a map of Brooklyn, and the little red location pointer was pinned onto a warehouse downtown.
“Peter Parker, he’s just a kid. Parents died when he was barely five, lost his uncle a few years back. He lives at home with his aunt in Queens since he’s still in school, but we sorta took him in a while ago. The night after his uncle died, Tony found him on the sitting on the curb a few blocks away from here, completely distraught. He managed to talk him down though, and found out he was pretty good with engineering. We said if he wanted, he could help out with fixing bikes and cars at the clubhouse, and he comes by every so often since then.”
You didn’t know Tony that well; he was a little older than the rest of the club, and he lived outside of the clubhouse with his wife, Pepper. You hadn’t met Peter at all, but you trusted Bucky when he said that he was a good kid.
“Last week, he showed up to the here with a busted lip and broken nose. Said that Rumlow and his guys had jumped him, and that they wanted him to do a job for them — collect a weapon shipment from this warehouse.” Bucky nodded towards the screen.
At the mention of Brock Rumlow, you felt your jaw tighten. Thankfully, he’d kept his distance from Wanda’s bar since your last encounter with him, but you were still pissed off about the show he put on there, and there was nothing you regretted more than not jumping over the bar top and kicking him in the balls. Now he’d resorted to threatening a kid and making him do his dirty work?
“So, what’s the plan?”
“Peter’s meant to meet the guy delivering the weapons next week, so I’m gonna take Nat, Sam and Tony down to the warehouse and deal with any of Rumlow’s guys that are nearby.”
Upon seeing your face light up, Bucky chuckled, standing from his seat. “And no, you can’t come.”
“Bucky, I’m not a woman of many talents, but if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s handing people’s asses to them.” You lifted your chin confidently.
“Baby—”
You held a finger up to shush him. “Okay, I know I said that I liked when you call me that, but not now. Brock is the guy that grabbed me, Buck. And the guy that punched you in the face!”
“I know, and we’ll deal with him,” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Besides, I thought you weren’t part of any club. Can’t do club stuff if you’re not a member.”
“Well, not that I want to... but how would one go about becoming part of your little gang?” You weren’t lying; you definitely did not want to be a damn biker, but you did want the chance to boot Brock Rumlow and his group of dipshits in the face.
“You could become an old lady.” The biker cocked a brow, and you chuckled heartily.
Not that you were up to date with the biker lingo, but you could take a good guess at what being an old lady meant. “Hm, if only there was someone that wanted me to be their old lady.”
Narrowing his eyes, Bucky glanced over your features, waiting for you to laugh and brush the comment off as a joke since the majority of your vocabulary was sarcasm, but you didn’t. The corners of your lips curled up slightly, not teasingly, but softly...
...Until you became painfully aware of the silence that’d fell upon the two of you, and let out a sigh to break it. It was already late when you were supposed to leave, anyway. Now, the dim moonlight was casting shadows outside of the office window, the only source of bright light being the yellow streams from lampposts dotted up and down the quiet street.
“Well, I should get going.” You reluctantly stepped back from him.
“You don’t have to go, you know. Peggy stays overnight when it’s late.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, cause Peggy has a boyfriend that she can share a bed with.”
“Hey, I’ve got a double bed.” Bucky teased, and you’d be lying if you said sleeping next to him in his bed didn’t make you feel a certain type of way.
Though, you definitely wouldn’t let him know that. “You’re stupid, Bucky.”
He shrugged, following you as you continued for the door of the office. “I mean, even if I had a single—”
“I would still not be getting in your bed,” You deadpanned, finishing his sentence for him and promoting the stupidly hot little smirk of his to appear again. “Okay, now I’m leaving. Goodbye, Bucky.”
“I’ll give you a ride.”
“No you will not,” You breathed out a laugh. “There are two bottles of beer on that desk and death isn’t on the cards for me tonight — can’t get rid of me that easily.”
A look of realisation washed over his face, a pink colour tinting his cheeks. Was Bucky Barnes blushing? That was certainly a sight, and what a sight it was.
“S’alright — I don’t wanna get rid of you,” The biker stepped in front of you, dangerously close as your back hit the door. “Not yet, anyway.”
You couldn’t lie; Bucky was hot, he was beautiful. Even when he was being a sarcastic ass, but he was just as much one of them as you were. God dammit, as much as you wanted to slap yourself for letting your insides melt for a guy you didn’t know all that well, you knew that if you didn’t fucking kiss him right this second that you’d regret the hell out of it later.
And so, you did.
You grabbed the collar of the leather jacket he never failed to make an appearance without— or perhaps he just had a lot of leather jackets, though leather jackets didn’t necessarily need washed so it was probably the same jacket— not the time, _____. Carrying on, you swiftly captured his lips with yours, relief washing through you as you felt him react almost immediately. Almost, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to do that.
The kiss was gentle; gentle enough so that you could simply savour the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste a mixture of smoke and minty chewing gum. It was slow, but quick. Bucky didn’t even have the chance to move his hands to your waist before you pulled back, raising your hand to trace his bottom lip with your thumb.
“You still planning on getting rid of me?” You grinned, amused by the biker’s dumbfounded expression.
He laughed breathily after a couple of seconds, nose nudging yours playfully. “Not if you keep kissin’ me like that, baby.”
“Hm, maybe you’ll just get lucky again.” You pushed at his chest softly, letting you step forward and open the door to leave the office.
Bucky let out a scoff. “You’re really just gonna leave? After that?”
You shrugged, cocking a brow. “I mean, I could stay if you let me come with you next week...”
“No chance,” He smiled smugly. “Shut the door on your way out, will you?”
“You know what? I’m never kissing you again.”
“Whatever you say, _____.”
You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, turning to make your way out of the room. “And I’m leaving the door open!”
“Hm, get home safe.” He called back.
Trying to bite back a smile as you looked over your shoulder back at him, you mouthed a final goodbye and left the office, a rush of feelings suddenly emerging as you stepped out of the clubhouse and onto the street.
You’d just kissed Bucky. You had kissed Bucky. And he had kissed you back. Well, shit.
Did you need to talk about it with him? What it meant for the two of you? Did he just kiss you for the fun of it or did he actually have feelings for you? Ugh. You’d always hated serious conversations, because apparently using sarcasm to cover up actually talking about your feelings was inappropriate and unhealthy. That’s what Peggy always told you, anyway. Perhaps there was no conversation to be had. Bucky could be your summer fling; a couple of months of fun before you were off on your travels again. The only reason he kissed you back might’ve been because he knew you were leaving eventually, which meant he didn’t have to commit to you.
Whatever — you were simply going to go with the flow. If you and Bucky ended up becoming... something more, that would be great. If not, you’d be slightly disappointed, but you’d be out of Brooklyn soon enough to forget about it.
And now, as you tightened your arms around the biker’s waist, you just enjoyed the moment. As someone that rarely stayed in a city for longer than a couple of weeks, enjoying the moment was all that you could do.
* * *
“Pegs, I am working. You can’t just call and ask me this kinda stuff during a shift.”
“I certainly can, especially when I had to hear it first from Steve.”
A strained sign fell from your lips as you leaned against bar, checking that no customers were approaching the counter before you turned your back. “I was gonna tell you, I promise. I didn’t think Bucky was gonna kiss and tell as soon as it happened.”
“I don’t think it was exactly a kiss and tell situation,” Peggy chuckled over the phone. “Steve said it was written all over his face after you’d left the clubhouse.”
Feeling heat rushing to your own face, you lowered your head, hoping no one was observing the bartender getting all embarrassed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Peggy about your kiss with Bucky. She was your best friend, of course you wanted to tell her. But considering that you weren’t really sure what direction you and him were going in, you thought perhaps that it’d be better to just keep it between you and him, like a Danny and Sandy situation — if everyone had known about their summer affair, it wouldn’t have been the same.
“Can you... tell him to not question Bucky about it?” You asked. “You told me he’d never been in a proper relationship before and neither have I. I think we need to work out... whatever we are ourselves, you know?”
Since the kiss, you hadn’t had the chance to even see Bucky that much. Wanda had been asking you to work more shifts at the bar because one of your co-workers was going on vacation for two weeks, which you didn’t mind doing. Other than hanging out with Peggy and seeing everyone at the clubhouse, it’s not like you had much better to do. Plus, it meant more money to put towards your travels at the end of the summer. At the rate you were earning and including what you already had saved up, you’d be getting your dream London trip a lot sooner than you’d thought.
“Of course, I understand,” She replied. “_____, I— I don’t want to play devil’s advocate, but have you thought about what’ll happen when summer ends? When you leave Brooklyn?”
The thought had crossed your mind, yes, though it was also pushed to the back of your mind whenever it popped up. In all honesty, you had zero clue what’d happen when you left Brooklyn again.
“Nope,” You said defeatedly. “Do I need to think about that now? What if we don’t even last until the end of summer?”
From the pause in conversation, you could just tell that Peggy knew you were bullshitting. “Okay, I’m going to pretend you did not just say that. You don’t just kiss guys, _____. And Bucky doesn’t get all flushed from kissing any old woman. It’s obvious you two click easily, and I honestly don’t think it’s something that can just end once you leave.”
The girl was right, she was completely right, but you weren’t sure what the hell you were supposed to do. It’s not like you could stay in Brooklyn forever and abandon your travels. That wasn’t who you were; staying wouldn’t be you being true to yourself. You couldn’t throw that away for a man you barely knew, a guy that possibly may not want you anymore after the summer ends, though there was a large part of you that didn’t believe that.
“I can’t talk about this right now, Peggy, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the kiss earlier, everything is just... it’s just confusing,” You rambled, wanting to steer the conversation away from your love life for the night. It was nearing nine o’clock, and with an hour still left of your shift, you didn’t want to waste your energy on a conversation that could be had another time. “Anyway, how is everyone? Has Steve heard from Bucky?”
This night was also the night that poor Peter Parker was meant to be carrying out Rumlow’s dirty work, and Bucky was going to get his club to back off. Well, hopefully. He’d already been punched in the face by that bastard once, you hoped that he’d be able to avoid having that happen again. You’d texted him earlier, telling him to let you know when he was home and safe because you would, in fact, worry about him. He teased you for your concern, but you frankly didn’t care. The fact they were having Peter pick up a weapon shipment implied that they wanted to use them to hurt people, and opposing biker clubs seemed like the type of people they’d target.
“They’ve been out an hour, so they should hopefully be back soon,” Peggy assured you. “We haven’t heard from them yet, though.”
“Right,” You exhaled, a little upset that there was no update from them. The sound of the door opening a few metered behind you reminded you that you were still at work, and that you should probably say goodbye to Peggy for the time being. “I’ve gotta go, Pegs — duty calls. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Alright, darling. Be careful going home.”
With a quiet ‘will do’, you quickly ended the phone call and shoved the device into your jean pocket, turning around to identify the source of the footsteps getting closer to the bar. Well, fuck.
An ugly smirk, scruffy jaw, messy hair — Brock fucking Rumlow was standing right in front of you.
You could’ve laughed, in fact, you did laugh. He was back, even after the embarrassing show he put on last time he was at the bar, and this time, he was alone.
Putting back the glass you’d pulled out from under the bar on instinct, because there was no way you were serving him, you cocked a brow, waiting for him to make the first move.
He slid onto the stool in front of you, the same place he’d sat during his last visit. There was a short silence as his dark eyes roamed your face, before he exhaled heavily. “You not gonna ask for my order?”
“No.” You answered instantly. It looked like he was expecting the cold shoulder from the way he chuckled at your answer.
You wanted to ask what he was doing here, why he wasn’t down at that random warehouse making sure the teenager he manipulated was doing the job correctly, but you didn’t imagine it was a good idea to let on that Bucky was telling you about that sort of stuff. He’d probably try to hurt him as opposed to you, and you didn’t want to put Bucky in any unnecessary shit.
“You know, it’s against the law to refuse service to an innocent customer.”
Clearly, he didn’t know the law at all, but you found it awfully ironic that he was claiming that you were in the wrong side of the law. You cocked your brow higher. “And you’re always abiding by the law, Brock?”
“What makes you think I’m not?” The man narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t know,” You shrugged nonchalantly. “Last time you were here, you were the one assaulting an innocent customer, and me.”
Brock scoffed. “You’re calling Barnes innocent?”
You only stared at him, waiting for an elaboration.
“Do you know where he is right now?”
Yes — dealing with your bullshit and the rest of your gang.
“Enlighten me.”
“A dirty warehouse across town, meeting a dude that’s sellin’ him weapons. Rifles, pistols, you name it.” He leaned forward on his elbows, pursing his lips.
Chewing on your bottom lip, you met his eyes, dark and full of hope that he’d somehow miraculously turned you against Bucky -- he was going to have to try a little harder than that if he wanted to sell his lies.
“Where are the rest of you pals, Brock?”
He furrowed his brows. “Down at the warehouse, shutting down the deal.”
“And why aren’t you with them, hm? I don’t think it’s ‘cause you decided you wanted a drink over the chance to screw Bucky and his club over.”
The guy clearly thought you were oblivious, that you’d be naive enough to believe that Bucky was the one having Peter collect the weapons instead of him. Maybe he thought it’d turn you against him, and then you’d carelessly join Rumlow’s club without a second thought. Even if Bucky hadn’t told you anything, there wasn’t a thing that could come out of Rumlow’s mouth that could convince you Bucky’s club was doing anything of the sort.
Unfortunately, the comment seemed to tip the conversation in the exact way you hadn’t wanted it to.
Brock’s jaw clenched, eyes hardening as he sat up properly on the stool. “What’s he been tellin’ you, huh?”
“I think it’s time for you to go, Brock.” You glared at the man. There was no way you were letting him sit and annoy the shit out of you when you weren’t going to serve him.
“You see,” He laughed emptily. “If Barnes has been spillin’ things that he shouldn’t be, I need to know. Can’t have any false information spreading.”
“False information, right,” You muttered. In your defense, all you knew about his club was about them manipulating Peter. Though you could assume that wasn’t the only stupid shit they were doing, you didn’t know anything else for sure. “Well, you’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything, so get out of here.”
Brock tutted, rising from his seat and cracking his knuckles. “You’re a good liar, but I ain’t buyin’ it.”
“That’s not my problem,” You glowered, loving quickly around the bar to pace towards the door, opening it in an attempt to lure him out. “You need to go, or I’ll call Wanda over.”
Stalking towards you, the man shook his head. “If Barnes thinks he can tell his little girlfriend all of our business, he’s a fucking idiot,” He took a grasp on your wrist, his other hand curling into a fist. “Someone’s gotta show him what the consequences of that are.”
Anger flashed in your eyes as you struggled against his grip. “Get off me, dude. I don’t know anything.”
“Liar.” He murmured, before taking his fist and colliding it with your cheek abruptly.
A groan of pain left your lips as you stumbled back, the clutch on your wrist gone as Brock eyed you cautiously. Carefully, you brought your hand to where you’d been hit, blood quickly staining your fingertips as they grazed over the cuts on your skin from Brock’s rings. He’d hit you. That stupid, fucking son of a bitch had punched you. If there was any justifiable reason for you to kick him in the balls, this was it, and you were going to take advantage of the opportunity.
He definitely thought you were done with him for the night; you could tell by the way his chapped lips curled into a sick smile. He thought he’d won — how cute.
When your parents made you take self-defense classes ‘just as a precaution’ when you were a teenager, you thought it was unreasonable. Now, you’d never been more thankful.
Brushing your hair out of your face, your eyes flickered up to Brock, who was still staring down at you. Slowly, you moved so that your back was pressed against the closed bar door, clasping your hands around the long metal handle. The man assumed you were just catching your breath, and wasn’t ready for when you forcefully pushed your body forward, raising a booted foot and slamming it into his crotch.
A string of swear words fell from his lips as his upper body fell forward, Fuck it, you thought, striding over to his hunched over form and smashing your own fist against his cheek. He staggered back, just catching himself on the bar. Eyes wide, he raised his head to scowl at you, spitting blood from his freshly split lip onto the floor beside him.
From the other side of the bar, Wanda jogged over to the scene, an unimpressed scowl on her face. “What the hell is going on?”
The woman knew it wasn’t you causing the trouble, and there was even a smug smirk threatening to peak through her annoyed demeanor at the sight of Brock Rumlow with a split lip. She strode over to him, pulling him up harshly by the collar of his jacket.
“You’re banned from this bar. If I see you in here again, you’re getting a bullet straight through your gut, yes?” Wanda practically spat at the man, who nodded reluctantly and pulled away from her grasp. She turned to you, a small smile on her lips. “_____, you’re free to go early. Do you need...?”
Wanda eyed your cut cheek and bruised jaw, but you only shook your head. “Thanks, Wan, but I’ll just head home.”
The strawberry-blond nodded, sending a final glare towards Brock before heading back behind the bar.
Of course, your stubborn self wouldn’t let yourself leave without having the last word, causing you to approach him as he haphazardly stood from where he’d fallen. “If I ever have the displeasure of seeing you again, and you try to hurt me or anyone else, I’ll cut off your fingers and force them down your throat, you got that?”
Before you could wait for an answer, you were spinning around and heading out the double doors of the bar, ignoring the throb on the left side of your face as a satisfied smirk crept onto your lips. You’d never considered yourself to be a violent person, but when it came to assholes like Brock Rumlow, you didn’t mind getting your hands a little dirty. When you told Peggy about what happened, she’d likely scold you for even just mouthing back at him. You had zero regrets, however. You’d always wanted to experience a bar fight, and now you’d experienced one first hand.
As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Stretching out your aching knuckles, you swiped it from your jeans.
Back at the clubhouse safe and sound. You want me to pick you up from work in an hour?
You chuckled under your breath, typing out a response.
Can you come up now? Wanda let me off early.
Sure, I’ll be there soon. Did you do something special to get off at this time?
Pausing, you debated whether to let him know straight away about the incident. You decided against it; when he saw your face, he’d figure it out soon enough.
Something like that...
After twenty minutes of aimlessly standing outside of the bar, the familiar roar of a motorcycle engine caught your attention. As the bike came to a stop, the beaming headlights had you squinting to even make out the outline of Bucky in the dark. However, judging by the speed at which he was dismounting the bike, you were sure that the light had allowed him to see the state of you.
“Holy shit, _____,” Bucky paced over to you, hands coming to your shoulders. “What the hell happened?”
You let out a hesitant laugh. “Uh, rough shift?”
Scoffing, the biker narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, looks like it. What— are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” You assured him, removing his hands from your shoulders and squeezing them comfortingly. “Trust me, you should see the other guy.”
“You were fighting?”
“Bucky,” You intervened, for now deciding against telling him that it was in fact Brock Rumlow you’d gotten on the wrong side of. It’d only result in him marching into the bar himself and starting another disturbance, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wanda pulled out her pistol again. “C’mon, can we go? My house, the clubhouse, wherever — I’ll explain when half of my face isn’t aching like hell.”
The man paused, eyeing you cautiously before a soft chuckle left his lips. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” You patted his chest, plastering on a smile. “Now come on; I didn’t wait this long to clean you up when you got decked across the face.”
With an amused eye roll, Bucky tugged on your hand and led you to the bike. He’d never seen someone so calm after getting a punch to the face, but then again — as cliché as it was — he’d never met anyone like you before.
Half an hour later, the biker had you sat on the counter-top in one of the bathrooms at the clubhouse, standing between your legs and gently dabbing at your cut with a wet cloth. The bleeding had stopped by the time you got to the clubhouse, but it still needed cleaned up. You were holding a cool ice pack to your jaw, watching him intently as he took care of you. Might as well take the opportunity to stare at the guy, right?
“I’m gonna put some antiseptic cream on the cut, just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” He muttered, reaching for the tub of it in the wooden cabinet above you.
“Are you getting a sense of déjà vu too?” You quirked a brow, eliciting a smirk from him.
“Hm, a little bit; I guess we both just can’t avoid trouble,” Bucky cupped your jaw as he applied the cream, chuckling when you mumbled a ‘motherfucker’ under your breath at the sting. “You gonna tell me what happened?”
“Well,” You sighed. “Long story short... Brock Rumlow happened.”
Pulling back, Bucky furrowed his brows and waited for you to elongate the story, but you only shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. You knew that Brock being involved would only fuel a rage that he couldn’t relieve.
He bit the inside of his cheek, a frustrated laugh falling from his lips. “Rumlow did this to you? Why didn’t you tell me at the bar? Was he still there? I would’ve went in there and—”
“I know exactly what you would’ve done; why do you think I waited until now to tell you?” Though you were smiling, Bucky was still understandably apprehensive. Pursing your lips, you grabbed one of his loosely clenched fists and held it in your lap. “I meant it when I said ‘you should’ve seen the other guy’ — Brock’s face looks the same as mine and he got a boot to the balls. Plus, I think his ego was bruised enough without someone else going in there and knockin’ his lights out.”
Sighing, Bucky shook his head, unable to suppress a small grin. He never underestimated your power; anyone would be a fool to do so. When you were angry, you showed it. When someone hit you, you hit them back harder, metaphorically and literally. It wasn’t even that you had a short temper, you just didn’t put up with people’s shit, and Bucky highly admired that. “Well, I’m jealous of anyone that was there to see it — I bet it was damn hot.”
You scoffed, though seconds later you were shrugging in agreement. “It definitely was, you would’ve loved it.”
While he returned the first-aid stuff to their rightful places in the bathroom, you explained to Bucky what had gotten Brock so riled up. He wasn’t surprised that Brock tried to convince you that he was the bag guy in all of this; he’d tried to do it with Peggy too when she first started dating Steve. In his misogynistic mind, he thought that women were naive enough to be persuaded of anything that he wanted them to believe, and that by getting you on his side would mean he’d ‘won’ over Bucky. Perhaps he’d learned his lesson that night to not underestimate a woman’s power — dumbass.
Down at the warehouse, they’d managed to get Peter out of there before the person delivering the weapon shipment could arrive. There were one or two of Rumlow’s guys there keeping watch, but without him, they ran away like scared children. You teased Bucky about being a ‘big bad biker’ as he explained the night to you, but he insisted it was Natasha that had them crapping their pants; she never usually made an effort to hide the set of knives on her hip, and she apparently had a death-stare that could have anyone shaking in their boots. With him being banned from Wanda’s bar and unsuccessful with his plan of using Peter, they doubted Brock Rumlow would show his face around the area for a while. He’d only be embarrassing himself if he did.
Not long after your cut had been tended to and the pain in your jaw had subsided, you found yourself once again fighting the temptation to stay the night at the clubhouse — the temptation being a whiny biker named Bucky Barnes.
“But you’ve had a rough day,” He bargained, following after you as you made your way to the front door of the clubhouse. “It’ll save you the ride back if you stay.”
Chortling lightly, you turned around to face him. “A rough day? Buck, I gave an asshole a well-deserved kick in the balls, I’ve had a great day.”
“But what about your cheek? It might start bleeding again and—”
“Bucky,” You cut him off, biting back a smile. “Why do you really want me to stay?”
There was a short pause, heat pooling in the biker’s cheeks at the question as he raised a brow, silently asking you if he was supposed to actually answer the question. When you only quirked your own brow, he sighed, his lips curling into a fond smile. “...because I don’t like it when you leave? ‘Cause I like you a whole lot and I really wanna kiss you again?”
Slowly, you trailed a slightly bruised hand up his chest, stopping at the nape of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair there. “You should’ve just lead with the kiss, biker.”
Before you could notice the doting grin on his lips, Bucky had looped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, soft lips locking with yours tenderly. Your other arm was quick to wrap around his neck as you found yourself wanting to be impossibly closer to him. You tugged at his hair, eliciting a deep moan from his lips, and you pulled away with a satisfied smirk.
“So you’ll stay?” Bucky spoke against your lips, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
“If you keep kissing me like that.” You imitated his words from your last kiss, to which he shook his head and clasped his hand around yours, leading you out of the hallway and up to his room.
You hoped the rest of the club were asleep, because from the thump of your body being pushed against Bucky’s bedroom door after he’d dragged you inside and shut it, you were sure that they could assume who was causing the racket at almost midnight.
Bucky’s mouth was on yours in a matter of seconds, hands cupping your jaw, carefully avoiding pressing against the side that was bruised. Meanwhile, your fingers gently traced across the hem of his t-shirt, riding it up so that the pads of your fingers came into contact with his lower stomach, ghosting over the waistband of his jeans. He stepped back momentarily, shoving his leather jacket down his arms and letting it fall to the floor.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your jacket,” You breathed. “It’s like you’re naked already.”
“Who said anything about getting naked?” He teased, hands coming to trace over your own exposed stomach. “Someone’s eager.”
“You’re stupid,” You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a grin. “Coming from the guy who just said he liked me, sap.”
“Real mature,” He snickered, riding your shirt up to your chest and tugging it off when you raised your arms to aid him. His lips moved to the crook of your neck, trailing light kissed along the soft skin there. “I meant it, though. I really like you, baby.”
A whimper escaped your lips as his attached to a certain spot on your neck, your hand fisting his shirt in response. You didn’t even have to say it back; it was obvious that you felt the same way about him in pretty much every way. The way your body was reacting to his, the breathy way that his name was falling from your swollen lips, and the fact you’d kissed him the week prior was a good indicator too.
“And you said you’d never get in my bed.” Bucky smirked after helping you pull off his own shirt.
“Technically, I’m not in your bed yet.”
“Yet,” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before trailing his hand down your jaw, along the curve of your shoulder and down to the hem of your bra. “Can’t wait to have you there, moaning all pretty for me.”
Your face grew hot at his words, but his lips were on yours again too quickly for him to notice. When he eventually pulled back for air, you bit your lip in anticipation.
“Hm, let’s not wait any longer then.”
And he didn’t let you wait any longer, leaning down to kiss you with a passionate hunger as he dragged you by both of your hands to his bed. Maybe it was the way he didn’t rush, that he took time memorizing every inch of your skin with gentle lips and wandering hands. Maybe it was the sighs and moans of pleasure that he’d managed to draw from you so easily, or the way he whispered praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he positioned himself comfortably between your legs. But after the two of you had reached your highs and were left grinning like idiots and panting for breath, you realised how fucking hard you’d fallen for the damn biker who’d somehow gotten you in his bed.
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Soft snores gradually drew you from your slumber, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks before you eventually squinted your eyes open. It couldn’t have been any later than 5am; daylight was peaking through the curtains of the bedroom, but the world outside was still quiet. Quiet for New York, anyway.
Bucky had his arms tucked under his pillow, face buried into the cotton, lips parted, brown strands of hair falling in front of his face. Back muscles relaxed, shoulders raising slightly as he breathed quietly. He looked pretty like that, innocent even. Innocent in comparison to what occurred in his bed the night before.
As you idly observed him in his peaceful state, you couldn’t help but think about what Peggy had said to you earlier the prior night. She was right, as always. Especially after the night you’d just had with him, there was no way that your feelings for Bucky would just leave along with you leaving after summer. Perhaps sleeping with him was the stupidest decision you’d ever made. Perhaps it would’ve just been easier to not stay the night and pretend like you’d never kissed him in the first place. But you didn’t want that. You wanted him, even if you could only have him for the summer.
A muffled moan jerked your attention away from your thoughts and back to the man laying next to you, who was shifting as he began to wake, the muscles in his back flexing as he did so. It was a sight you could get used to for sure.
Soon enough, his baby blues met yours, a lazy smile overcoming his lips. “Watching me sleep?”
“No.” You denied, though he could see straight through the lie.
He hummed, reaching a hand out to trace over your bruised cheek. You leaned into the touch. “Still hurt?”
“Not really. Had a good doctor fix it up last night.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh-huh. I mean, he slept with me afterwards which I thought was a little inappropriate...”
The biker scoffed, enclosing an arm around your bare waist to pull you closer. Sloppy kisses were planted down your jaw to your shoulder, ghosting over the dark bruises he’d marked you with only hours ago.
“I’ll miss you, you know. When you have to leave.” Bucky murmured, pulling away and laying back down against the pillow, his nose grazing yours.
You smiled sadly, pushing some of the hair away from his face. “Do you think this was stupid of us? To start something that’s just gonna have to end in a month?”
“Maybe, yeah,” He mirrored your expression, voice still a little raspy. “But I don’t regret it.”
“Me neither,” You twirled a lock of his hair sigh your pointer finger. “What’re you gonna do without me, huh? You might have to find another girl to take rides with you at sunset.”
Bucky shook his head, squeezing your waist. “Nah, I think I’d rather ride solo. Won’t be the same without you just over my shoulder.”
“Even when I get road rage?”
“Especially when you get road rage.”
“Well, we should probably make the most of the time we have left,” You propped yourself up on one elbow, a smirk playing on your lips. “How about a ride while the sun rises?”
“Sounds perfect.” He loosened his hold on you, letting you roll away from him and swing your legs over the side of the bed.
“Mind if I take a shower first?”
“Mind if I take a shower with you?”
You thought for a moment. It’d be saving water, wouldn’t it? “Screw it, why not. C’mon, Buck.”
You scurried off to the bathroom, still naked as Bucky followed after you, suddenly not so tired anymore.
Perhaps the summer hadn’t went in the direction you’d been expecting, but you had no complaints about the turn that it’d taken. You’d never believed in fate or destiny, much like you’d never believed in love. However, you’d like to believe that you were meant to meet Bucky when you came back to Brooklyn at some point. You’d never met someone— someone so perfect for you, if you were being honest. He didn’t scold you for your sarcasm, or shame you for standing up for yourself. He responded to your teasing with his own, he knew how to make you laugh, how to make your cheeks hot and your knees weak. You were always on the exact same wavelength, always knowing how the other was feeling, being able to bring out the best in one another.
It seemed like a waste to spend the little time left at home thinking about summer ending, so you simply pushed it out of your mind. Enjoying the moment was something you’d learned to do over and over again, because that was all you could do in the life that you led.
The moments spent with Bucky Barnes were just going to be a little harder to let go of.
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Helping Hands Ending
Check out the masterlist here if you need a refresher before seeing how this series ends.
I was going to attempt to break this down into chapters, but that is kind of beyond me at this point. If y’all could see my notes, you would understand why this has taken me so long to put together since I came back. My brain is a mess and my notes are a mess and oh well!
Here is the summary of what happens to Haley and Loki. Thank you all for sticking around, for continuing to care after I drop off the face of the planet, and for supporting me no matter what. Y’all are the real MVPs and I’m so so grateful for you. I wish that I could write this as these two deserve, but hopefully this will suffice so that you guys aren’t left hanging.
To help everyone remember what was going on, an attempt to poison Haley with a serum that would basically nullify the benefits of Haley’s accelerated healing ability happened in Chapter 5. In Chapter 6, there was a jogger who bumped into Haley when she and Loki were hanging out at a duck pond, and she thought the slight pain she felt in that instance was just from the impact. But it wasn’t. The jogger was a Hydra agent.
They discover that she was dosed when Haley sneezes in the beginning of the next chapter:
“Gesundheit.”
“What’s that mean,” Haley frowns at Natasha, trying to place why the word sounds so funny but it proved difficult when her thoughts were so clouded and her head felt oddly heavy.
Natasha stares up at the recipient of her automatic response. “You say it to someone that sneez-”
“Haley doesn’t sneeze,” Loki frowns, his voice rumbling suddenly against Haley’s back, long fingers curling around her forehead.
Haley isn’t supposed to get sick. She doesn’t get colds or the flu or anything running around. Tony and Bruce run some tests, as they do. Loki sticks to her side like glue, which is fine because he doesn’t really carry Midgardian diseases anyway. Haley wears a mask around the Tower and they discover that while she can still heal--after she heals a split knuckle on Natasha’s hand--the rate of her recovery is that of a normal run of the mill human. Not good.
With this knowledge in mind, it’s determined that she won’t be going on missions until Tony works on reversing this Hydra nonsense. Haley isn’t happy about this, but she doesn’t fight it. Being sick actually sucks and she just wants to curl up with Loki on the couch in her hoodie, which is what they do until it’s all hands on deck for a mission concerning Hydra.
Haley is left alone at the tower. She worries herself sick. Pacing the main living area. Doing a lot of cleaning. Screaming curse words at one point because she’s never been allowed to take up space like that or be so loud and it feels so good. And then they come back.
Hydra had wanted Haley to come along so they could snatch her up. They had an ambush ready for the gang, and nobody returns unscathed. The worst of all the injuries is Loki.
It’s just a cut. Just a little cut across the back of his hand that seeps menacing black venom through his veins. Beautiful porcelain skin turns pallid and cool to the touch, nothing like the inviting heat she’s come to expect. He’s unconscious and he looks so wrong in that hospital bed in the medical wing.
The others strictly forbid her from taking the poison from him. He’s more durable, they argue, alien, and might be able to fight off the worst of it. Might isn’t good enough for Haley, though, but she bides her time. Nobody expects anything when she meekly agrees to just sit with him, not to use her abilities. They don’t think she’s capable of lying, but they forget the hellhole that raised her.
Once the tower is quiet and everyone is asleep, she crawls into the bed next to him and curls up against his eerily still form. She takes the liberty of stroking his hair, of kissing his cheek, of lifting his impossibly heavy arm to wrap around her back so it’s almost like he’s holding her. Because if she’s going to die saving him, then she wants to feel a bit of selfish comfort before she goes. Her hand closes over his and the warmth returns to his skin as a foreboding chill seeps through hers, blazing her nerve endings with white-hot fire before she descends into unconsciousness herself.
Loki wakes the next morning. Passing out stopped Haley from fully taking on all the poison, which meant he still had to fight off the last little bit of it himself before he regained consciousness. He finds Haley halfway on top of him, sees the darkness shifting life-affirming blue to haunting black, and absolutely loses control. A percussive wave of his despair and outrage rolls through the building. Everyone comes running in to see what the cause of the unnatural force could have been.
It takes a week for her wide eyes to blink open again. A week of Loki refusing to leave her side. A week of multiple IV bags of various medicines pumped into her thin wrist and then her inner arm once that port fails. A week of a found family holding their breath and leaning on one another as the stray they took in fights for her life against a poison Tony says may not let her from its clutches.
Chastising her for her actions through his lips pressed into her hair lessens some of the weight of his thickly-spoken commands.
“You can do so much more good for the world than I can,” Haley protests weakly, explaining her actions with her face burrowed into the tender skin of his neck.
His hands grip the hospital gown covering her sharp shoulder blades even more tightly--she hadn’t thought that possible. “But you can do so much for me.”
And that’s basically the end!
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A Familiar Face
Pairing: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Brat!Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: mentions of domestic/sexual abuse, canon gore and violence, mild torture, allusions to death
A/N: thank you to everyone that was patient with me! I’m sorry it took an extra day for me to post this, I was just so tired after my flight, I couldn’t even think about editing. I also wanna give a shout out to @caws5749 for listening to my ideas and helping me pick which route to go with. I hope this is everything y’all were expecting for the first one shot.
Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated (: x
Tony believed himself to be an observant man. Pepper was the one who loved to give him credit there. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed the bodyguard gig considering he was meant to only be the family lawyer, but he felt it gave him a chance to see things for what they truly were. People, even the ones who swore they were good at hiding their emotions, had no idea how much they could give away with one look.
He became particularly good at reading you. You had a flurry of emotions. Sometimes you'd go from mischievous to full of rage to content in a matter of minutes. You were a passionate person, and it was no wonder Nat fell for you.
No one understood you the way Nat did, but Tony learned early on. He watched for the slightest movements to know when he needed to pull you out of a situation. And when you were about to get yourself arrested. Again. If he ever needed to find another job, he'd put crisis management as one of his life skills.
You weren't a big fan of crowds, which was why you hated going to indoor malls. You always said the stores were tacky and everything was "too cheap," but you needed something specific for your cousin's wedding. Tony kept his distance while he shopped, but he always kept an eye out for your tells, waiting to see if it all became too much for you. Which, he knew if something was too much for you, it was bad. You were the original definition for chaotic.
You held up a pair of crystal champagne glasses, trying to gauge whether or not it was a good wedding gift. Tony scrunched up his nose and shook his head. Too cliché. You nodded, silently agreeing with him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you set them back down. Meaningful gifts weren't your strong suit.
"Why don't you let me take care of the gift?" Tony offered. "Pep's great at picking things out."
"I don't even want to go to this stupid wedding," you grumbled.
"Nat is going with you."
"She's the only reason I'm going at all."
He hummed. You didn't talk about your family often. He knew better than to touch that subject. Too many times he witnessed you stress shopping after a phone call with your mother.
"Let's go to Bergdorf. I'm tired of being in this mall. It smells like poor people." You looped your arm through Tony's and let him guide you out of the store. Pepper was good at picking out gifts, so you trusted her enough to get it done. And if she didn't, you wouldn't make it a big deal. Your cousin didn't deserve a good gift anyways; you'd just get her a gift card to Red Lobster or something.
You shoved your way through the sea of people, not caring if they had to jump out of the way. You never moved for other people. It was a pet peeve of yours - when people would walk in big groups and take up the whole walkway, forcing everyone around them to squeeze their way through. You never moved. They needed to move around you, and you weren't going to budge on that.
"Y/n?"
You froze, and Tony stopped in his tracks to look down at you. You recognized the voice before you saw his face. Tony saw the brief flash of panic, but it was gone before he could ask about it. You quickly took a deep breath and turned to face Brock.
"I didn't realize you came to this mall," you replied calmly. "You know this area is Nat's territory."
He snorted. "Natasha Romanoff. I heard you two were engaged! I never got to say congrats."
"Well?"
Brock didn't give you his congratulations. Instead, he looked over at Tony and gave him a look of contempt. Tony knew Brock Rumlow from various encounters Nat had with him in the past. He was the leader of Hydra, who had a heavy presence in Staten Island and in parts of New Jersey. They caused a lot of trouble for the other mob families, and Nat always denied making business deals with them. She knew no matter what he claimed, he couldn't be trusted.
But it wasn't Brock that made Tony squirm. It was the way your grip slowly tightened on his arm. Every time Brock moved a little closer to you, you'd fist Tony's jacket sleeve and try to step away. He had seen you anxious before, but this was worse than your usual fits of anxiety. You were terrified - genuinely - of the man standing in front of you.
"You look great, by the way. You look like you put on a few pounds, but it works for you," he added with a charming smile and glanced over his shoulder at the group he was with. "I'll see you around, yeah?"
"Not likely," Tony huffed and lead you through the rest of the mall.
He didn't say anything, but he kept glancing at you every few seconds to catch a glimpse of that fear he saw earlier. Your lips were pressed into a tight line, and the grip you had on his jacket sleeve didn't loosen until you made it through the mall doors. He didn't miss the way you looked over your shoulder to make sure Brock wasn't following you. The last thing Tony wanted to do was assume, but he had a feeling no one in Nat's circle knew your connection to Brock Rumlow; it was something you kept to yourself and it ate you alive from the inside.
You were silent as he helped you into the car. Your gaze fixated on the world outside the window, and you kept the music off, claiming you had a headache. But Tony knew better. These were the subtle signs that you were about to have one of your bad days. If someone like Brock could trigger this, he couldn't just let it go.
"What happened back there?" Tony shifted in the driver's seat, making it clear he wasn't going to drive anywhere until you talked. Nat would have his head if he brought you back in this state. "How do you know Rumlow?"
Your eyes dropped to the circular scar on the inside of your thigh. The same scar that made you chop a man's finger off when he grazed it with his meaty hands. The same scar you never talked about, even when Nat begged you to tell her what happened. You always told her it was an accident, but she never believed it. Not for a second.
You cleared your throat to keep yourself from losing it and looked back at Tony. "I used to be engaged to him. Long before I met Tasha."
"Wait, what? Does she know that?"
"No. He was…" Your bottom lip trembled, and the sight made Tony suck in a breath. "He was a very cruel person, but I don't think he believes that."
"You don’t have to talk about it if you aren't ready, Y/n."
"It's okay," you sighed. "I think I finally should, but I know once I tell you, I have to tell Tasha. And I'm scared she won't look at me the same."
Tony knew that statement wasn't true, but you were allowed to be scared. He wasn't going to dismiss your feelings on it. He took your hand and gave it a little squeeze to reassure you that no matter what comes out of your mouth, he'd be there for you. He was more than your security. More than the lawyer that you liked to give a headache. He was your family, and nothing would ever change that.
You told him about how you met Brock. He was charming, and funny, which you didn't expect from someone linked to Hydra. At the time, he wasn't the leader, and you assumed being involved with Hydra didn't make someone a terrible person. In the beginning of the relationship, he was nothing but kind. He treated you like the queen that you were born to be.
But the second you agreed to marry him, everything changed.
He never let you leave the house. He only allowed to eat when he was around to eat with you, and he kept a lock on the fridge to make sure you couldn't sneak something without him finding out. You lost more weight in the few months you had been with him than you liked to admit.
Brock was obsessed with control. He liked picking your outfits, and he constantly asked for pictures to make sure you were still wearing what he wanted. If he told you not to wear anything, you had to do what he said, even if his friends were over.
Those were the hardest days. He loved to embarrass you, degrade you. One night he made you serve him and his friends in barely-there lingerie. You were so terrified of messing up, your hands shook and you ended up dropping of the beers on the carpet. Brock had been so pissed at you, he put out his cigarette on your thigh and screamed at you to clean it up. And none of his friends said anything about it. They just watched with their sadistic smiles, worshipping the man that could "put a woman in her place."
You were almost certain he was going to kill you before the wedding day. He'd make comments about how you were nothing without him - how if you even looked at the door, he'd do whatever it took to keep you from escaping.
"He kicked me out one night because he met another woman," you sniffled. "Someone who he claimed was more of a woman than I'd ever be. I was so surprised because I didn't think he would ever let me go, but he basically tossed me out with the trash. And maybe I should have been heartbroken, but I wasn't. I felt free in that moment." You let out a watery laugh and dabbed at your eyes to keep the tears from streaming down your face, but it was already too late. "He always told me he loved me, but he never showed it. Never bought me anything new unless he wanted to see me in it. Never let me eat. His words meant nothing because he never backed them up."
Tony hummed in understanding. It all started to make more sense - why you were so obsessed with material goods and Nat buying you things. In your eyes, anyone could say they loved you, but you didn't believe them unless they proved it. Brock did a number on you.
"He forced me to do sexual favors for other men while he watched. I'm almost certain they paid him too, but I could never prove it. Even if I could, who would believe me? It became such a regular occurrence, he forced me to get my tubes tied so I didn't end up pregnant. Told me he didn't want me getting fat and unattractive with someone else's baby." You shook your head. "Seeing him in the mall, acting like he didn't put me through hell, I felt naked. Like he still held his power above my head."
"I'm not saying you have to, but are you going to tell Nat?"
You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump that formed in you throat. "Can we get milkshakes first?"
"Yeah," Tony chuckled. "We can get milkshakes first."
There was so much he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that you were much stronger than you believe considering the shit you had to endure; he wanted to remind you that Nat would never view you as anything besides the woman she was blessed to fall in love with; and he wanted to make sure you knew he was never going to lay a hand on you again. Every word he wished he could say stayed on the tip of his tongue because it didn't feel like the right moment. He knew you needed Nat to be the one to tell you those things, but he still gave your hand another reassuring squeeze.
And that was enough for now.
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Telling Nat was harder than you expected it to be. The words that came out so easily when you were with Tony were almost impossible to choke out. It was as if you forgot how to breathe when she looked at you with her sad eyes. But you sucked in those sobs and told her everything, even if the tiny voice in your head told you she'd view you as less of a woman too.
You hated that the negative voice always sounded like him. You hated the hold he still had over you after all these years, but the more you talked about it, the lighter you began to feel. The heavy weight on your shoulders disappeared bit by bit.
And when Nat pulled you into her arms, whispering nothing but words of affirmation and comfort, you knew you'd be okay.
You weren't sure how long you stayed in her arms, but when you finally looked up and wiped the tears away, you noticed it was already dark outside. You almost made a joke about how being emotional could make the time fly by, but it took too much effort to laugh right now.
"Let's get you into a bath, okay?" Nat whispered as she helped you off the couch.
"Nat?" You reached up and wiped a stray tear that fell from her eyes. You had been so caught up in yourself, you didn't notice she was crying too. Part of you isn't sure if you've ever seen Nat cry before; she was always so good at keeping her emotion in check. "I'm sorry I never told you. I was so scared-"
"You don't owe me an explanation, kitten. You told me when you were ready to talk about it, and I never would have wanted you to force yourself to tell me before then."
Nat gently caressed the side of your face and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. She told you to pour yourself a glass of wine while she fixed your bath, and you gave her a small smile. She already had the expensive bottles chilling for you because you never drank cheap, and you made sure she knew that the day you met.
She turned the faucet on for the tub and waited until she heard you flick on the kitchen light before she pulled out her phone. Nat never kept anything from you, but she didn't want to stress you out more right now.
"It's a little late to be calling, Natasha," Yelena yelled over the music blaring in the background. She must have been at one of the clubs tonight.
"This couldn't wait." Nat spoke quietly, but Yelena could hear her loud and clear. The seriousness in her tone was enough to make anyone listen intently. "I need you to get Barnes, tell him that I have one last person for him to grab for me and I'll never ask for his services again."
It was silent for a moment, and Nat worried this conversation was taking too long. She wouldn't know how to explain herself out of this one if you overheard.
"Who do you want?"
"Brock Rumlow."
She heard the kitchen light flick off again, and she quickly rattled off an address for the drop off to take place before she disconnected. Yelena never asked for details, which is something Nat appreciated. She could relax and trust everything would be ready for her in the morning. For now, all Nat had to do was focusing on taking care of you.
"Sorry for taking so long," you murmured as you sipped from your glass. "I ended up drinking straight from the bottle for a few minutes there."
Nat laughed and gave you a little shrug. "Sometimes we all need a good drink, and I think you definitely earned it."
While she spoke to Yelena on the phone, she made sure to prep the bath the way you liked it. You weren't a huge fan of bubble baths, but you did love Epsom salts and essential oils. Especially lavender. She even remembered to light the unscented candles so their smells didn't clash with the oils. It was the small details that matter the most, and you were filled with so much gratitude in that moment, it was hard not to shed a few more tears.
You inhaled deeply once you slid into the tub, letting the aroma of the lavender fill your senses and relax you. The steam coming from the water stuck to the parts of your skin that weren't immersed in the water, and as you leaned your head back, you imagined the harsh words of Brock Rumlow melting off our body.
Nat smiled at the way your eyes fluttered close. She thought it was adorable how easily you slipped into relaxation mode.
"Aren't you going to join me?" You weren't really asking her despite making it seem like you were. It was your subtle way of telling her to join you without being too demanding - a specialty of yours that Nat could never say no to.
"Of course I am," she replied softly. "Let me just grab another bottle of wine, okay? I have a feeling you're going to drink that one all by yourself."
You giggled. "I love how you know me so well."
As she excused herself to the kitchen, her phone vibrated in her pocket. A single text from Yelena: Barnes is in, will be ready by 6am. She wrote back, telling her to dip into some of the work funds to give to him as a thank you for getting the job done on a time crunch. She felt bad for pulling the man out of retirement, but he was the only one she trusted to get the job done discreetly.
Her phone buzzed again.
Already taken care of. See you tomorrow.
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Bucky waited for Nat outside of the warehouse. He leaned against the doorway, his hands stuffed into his pockets. The dark circles under his eyes made Nat's stomach churn. She shouldn't have pulled him away from his home so late at night, but she acted purely on impulse. Brock Rumlow hurt the one person in this world she loved the most, and he couldn't let him get away with it. Not anymore anyways.
"Thank you for doing this."
"This is my last job, Nat," he said firmly. "I know Wanda works at the bar with you, but she doesn't know I used to be your hitman. I'd like to keep it that way."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I wouldn't ask you to kill anyone ever again that's why I just asked for a snatch."
He sighed through his nose and gestured towards the warehouse. "So, what he do?"
"I can't go into the details, but he's a sick person. It's time someone took care of him."
Bucky didn't prod her for any more details. He didn't really want to know. When Nat met you, she tried her best to keep the killing to a minimum, which meant Bucky could retire. He never said it out loud, but he was grateful. The amount of blood on his hands kept him awake at night before he met Wanda. But some nights he'd still find himself covered in sweat and screaming about what used to be. He didn't want to get sucked back into this life.
The less he knew, the better.
Nat thanked him once more and made her way into the warehouse where Yelena was already waiting for her.
Rumlow was tied to a chair, his face already covered in bruises and small cuts. He must have put up a fight when Bucky tried to grab him.
"I should have known you had something to do with this," he spat. A glob of blood landed on the concrete in front of Nat's boot, but she wasn't fazed by it. "What are you going do? Torture me? Get me to spill Hydra's secrets?"
"You're not here because I want Hydra intel, Rumlow." Nat ran her fingers along the tools set out for her. "I'm here because you hurt someone close to me, and I can't risk you walking around the city and running into her again." She grabbed one of the smaller knives and moved to stand in front of Rumlow. She dragged the blade along the inside of his forearm, drawing just enough blood to make him hiss in pain. "For every bruise you put on her body, I will cut you. For every horrible thing you and your friends did to her, I will make you bleed. And then, I'll cut out your tongue. Maybe force you to choke on it - I haven't really decided that, but I can promise you, your death will be painful."
She held out her hand and waited for Yelena to place the pack of cigarettes in it. It was something she asked her to pick up this morning. A small detail she felt the need to incorporate today.
Nat quit smoking long before she met you, but she took the chance to get one drag in just to make Rumlow squirm. The longer she took to do anything else to him, the more paranoid she became. And she loved when she could see the fear in men's eyes. The same fear they sparked in others filled their hearts, and she planned on making sure it overflowed in Rumlow's.
He twitched when she examined the bright red end of the cigarette and blew smoke into his face. He even moved to spit in her face, but Nat grabbed his face and jammed the lit end into his cheek before he could.
Rumlow didn't scream, but she was okay with that. She'd get the screams out of him soon enough. She was a patient woman.
"Don't worry, Rumlow, that's the easy part," Nat snarled. "We're going to have so much fun. And you wanna know the best part? No one will ever care enough to go looking for you because you're nothing, and I promise, you will die knowing that."
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Headcanons for being T’Challa and Nakia’s child
T’Challa/Nakia x child!reader
warnings:
a/n: thank you anon 💕
prompt: anonymous: “i love your work so much!! can i request a headcanon for being nakia and t'challa's (mcu) child? sending my love to you💕💕”
your parents were very busy people
but they always made time for you
your mother, nakia, taught you tons about strength and kindness
your father, t’challa, taught you how to be humble and honest
they were good at their job
your grandparents adored you, they would spend every second with you if they could
“my son, where is my grandchild? send them my way when you have a moment”
“yes, father, i will”
your childhood was bright, full of love
your parents only feared your curiosity of the world, anything outside of wakana
shuri was your designated babysitter, she had a knack for teaching you vulgar language and hand signs
“ah, shit” -shuri after dropping a part on the ground
“shit”
“no! no, no, don’t say that. auntie shuri didn’t mean to say that. oh, your father is going to kill me”
but she also shared her smarts with you, a powerful weapon, in her book
it made t’challa proud
nakia carried you until you were too big to be carried
she was worried you’d get into some type of trouble just like your father
but she also taught you how to defend yourself
you had many paths ahead of you, one of royalty, one of a warrior, and one of knowledge
your mother was a caring person, she wanted to help others above all, you got your caring nature from her
your father saw much of your mother in you, which he found comfort in while she was away
you were a natural-born leader, as well, fitting for your future
“y/n, one day, you may lead our people to greatness, just like your grandfather”
“auntie shuri told me that i’m gonna be a ‘kickass (king/queen/ruler)’”
“oh, she did, did she?”
“she also showed me this” *sticks middle finger up*
t’challa had to have a word with his sister
family dinners were very exciting, you always sat next to your grandmother
she always gave you a bit of her dessert
“don’t tell your father, this is our little secret”
don’t get me started on okoye, that woman adores you
she would do anything for you
“okoye, can you cover for me if i sneak out for the day? i’d like to see more of the kingdom”
“you know i don’t like lying to your father”
“pleaaaase?”
“...fine. go along now”
you were very persuasive sometimes
your first trip out of the country was a bleak affair, it was supposed to teach you of diplomacy
but at this UN meeting, your grandfather was murdered, sparking a fire in you that your parents couldn’t ignore, you were just like them
okoye was supposed to make sure you stayed out of trouble while your father got his revenge, but something about this situation didn’t feel right
“okoye, i want to fight with him”
“you’re too young, y/n, i will not disobey direct orders”
“i need to do this!”
once your father learned the truth about the circumstances of grandfather t’chaka’s death, you returned home with a few passengers
soon, bucky barnes lived within your borders
“before i am king, i must get your mother”
“i thought she didn’t want anyone in the way of her mission?”
“extenuating circumstances”
“wonderful, don’t freeze up”
“did okoye tell you to say that?”
and your father was crowned king, taking on the mantle of the black panther
and you got to see your mother after some time apart
“my baby! how are you?”
“im well, mother, and you?”
she wrapped you up in a loving hug
“i’ve missed you”
you desperately wanted to be out in the field, you’ve gone as far as working in shuri’s lab on your own weapons and...other tech
“what’s that, y/n?”
“it’s a surprise tool that will help us later”
“you’re lucky im not a snitch”
she encouraged your work as a warrior
“do not waste your talent, my (neice, nephew, nibling)”
and you soon needed to use your inventions to defeat your second cousin, erik
you finally felt your father’s pain when erik murdered him in front of you
nakia rushed you and your paternal family away before any harm could be done to you
“mother, i cannot sit on the sidelines any longer!”
“and i cannot lose my lover and my child in the same day”
but your luck hadn’t run out yet, your father was still alive, barely clinging to life
“wake up, father”
and then he did, with a plan
your suit making it’s debut alongside your mother and aunt
“i don’t know whether to be upset or proud, my child”
“please let it be proud”
proving that you could kick some serious ass out there, which solved your previous ailment
“proud, it is!”
actually ending up worrying over your mother
“y/n, don’t worry about me, worry about yourself”
once the fighting had ceased, your father found you in your battle gear
“what do we have here?”
“...”
“it suits you, y/n”
“you’re not mad?”
“i cant be mad at you for following in my footsteps”
your mother stayed in wakanda for a while, everything seemed to play out well for a while
but time went on and new challenges surfaced
the avengers’ visit resulted in a massacre
you fought with your people and still failed to protect them like you were told to do
“father, there’s too many of them!”
“don’t worry, little one! i know you can do this!”
okoye was protecting you through part of the battle, much to your dismay
when thanos snapped, your father and aunt disappeared, leaving you to the throne
“grandmother, please guide me”
“i will, my dear, but you must follow your own path, as well”
five years went by and you worked to help rehabilitate your country after the loss of so many people, it wasn’t the same
until everyone suddenly reappeared
“father?”
“what happened here?”
“uh...you died?”
“what?”
“you died five years ago, i’ve been ruling ever since...”
“i assume this means we have a fight coming our way”
“i wouldn’t be surprised”
there was a great fight against a thanos from a decade or so ago
it was a rough fight, i’ll give you that, but this teamup was legendary
you were surrounded by an incredible array of heroes that wouldn’t let you down
and your father only worried about you a little bit, he trusted you
you on the other hand? you were terrified of losing him again
but your father was not the one to lose his life, instead it was the father of a young girl
tony stark gave his life so that the rest of you may live
the least you could do was pay your respects
you attended the funeral with t’challa
he let it be known that he was incredibly proud of how you handled yourself in the years he was absent
“oh yeah, well, when we get home, i think our people need their rightful king back”
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FE SS X DRV3 General plot
Once again, I’m back on my bulls**t. Got the basics for the AU sorted now so let’s take a look, as well as what most of the characters are doing
Plot Outline:
As I mentioned in the first post https://allykakamatsu.tumblr.com/post/649470604067717120/fe-ss-x-drv3 the reason the class is in Magvel in the first place is because Monokuma decided that trapping them in the game was gonna be the motive, where you either have to end the war/beat the game or kill someone from the real world in order to get out. The characters got sent to various points in the timeline, and as you can imagine, this changed quite a lot.
Shuichi Saihara:
•The last one to wake up, aka got sent to when the game starts rather than some time before like the others.
•Ends up unintentionally becoming Eirika’s bodyguard as they run into each other while the Princess is trying to get to Frelia and Seth has gone missing dun dun dun
•Sticks around as Eirika knows where Kaede is and because he doesn’t want to leave her on her own.
•Can use magic, but still needs to work on his aim. Aka, never let him fight an enemy that’s near a tree.
•Still better than when he uses a Lance, he just stabs wildly and hope it works
•Because he doesn’t get the pre-war time everyone else had to get ready, he does get the advantage of remembering other things, though they’re things he’d rather not remember.
Kaede Akamatsu:
•Was sent to Renais and ended up getting adopted by the royals, so she’s the Twin’s step-sister.
•Despite her accidental new status, doesn’t change too much, and enjoys her time with her new family even if she’s always scarred about when the war will start
•As such, she’s also very overprotective and always goes with Ephriam to his dumb stunts, under the guise of being all for it.
•Very over dramatic organ player.
•Like Eirika she’s good with swords, but tends to specialise in staffs.
•Is part of Ephriams four (well now five) man army trying to take Grado down.
Maki Harukawa:
•Woke up in Jehana but didn’t stick around for long due to not liking the heat.
•Ended up travelling with Tenko for a while as travelling mercenaries, but when Maki’s work started leaning on the assassin side again she left so the Aikido Master wouldn’t get involved.
•After that becomes an assassin for hire, and she works for people all over the continent, including with Rausten which (unfortunately) led to her seeing Kokichi again
•”If it wasn’t for the fact your Princess hired me I’d kill you”
•Eventually after several jobs making her infamous, she was hired by Kirumi to help protect Eirika.
•Agreed, and was extra motivated due to Shuichi being dragged into this.
Himiko Yumeno:
•One of only two who was over the moon to be sent to Magvel, because now she has real MAGIC
•Winds up in Lute and Arthur’s village, where she joins their friend group to become master Mages.
•Constantly getting on Lute’s nerves for napping during practice.
•More energetic than usual, but that just means when she’s out she’s out for the count.
•Specialises in thunder magic, but that’s mostly not to steal Lute’s thunder, well, fire in this case.
•Goes with Arthur to get help when the village is attacked by monsters to “make sure they don’t claw him to death”
Angie Yonaga:
•Ends up becoming a priestess in Grado.
•Doesn’t really like spreading the word of non-Atua figures, but sticks around because Atua said so.
•Also leads to her becoming friends with Natasha and also ‘friends’ with Cormag
•Was already growing weary of the Empire when she heard about the war, but when Natasha was branded a traitor she knew something was up and went after her.
•Still always smiling, which depending on the person is a relief to see someone keeping their hopes up, or disturbing cause “does she ever not smile?”
•Mostly a light magic user, but can heal and not afraid to staff bonk.
Kirumi Tojo:
•Was sent to Frelia and became a servant at the castle very fast.
•Joined the staff only a few days before ‘The Frelian Tragedy’ where the crown Prince was kidnapped and presumed dead.
•Because of this and the King being so busy, Kirumi ended up being the one to console the young Princess Tana.
•Ended up becoming a mother/big sister figure and was offered a change of position as the nanny. Ended up taking it and staying on maid duty, and eventually rose to head maid.
•More open with her emotions, but still quite reserved.
•Can use all weapons well, but prefers spears and staffs.
Kokichi Oma:
•Not known where or when he first arrived, but after 3 years ended up in Rausten.
•Wound up as part of L’Arachel’s entourage due to his battle skills and her liking his attitude.
•Dream tam for each other, nightmare for everyone else.
•Was rumoured to be part of the Frelian Tragedy, but no one can prove it or knows how.
•With L’Arachel for most of the war, but ran off for a bit to drag Renac back
•A full blown trickster class, so swords and staffs for him.
Kiibo:
•Since Robots don’t exist, he’s a dragon now.
•Excited that he’s living and breathing, but scarred because “How did I change species?!”
•Eventually finds Myrrh and she thankfully sets things straight.
•Proud of his new species, but does miss his old life.
•When Selena steals her dragon stone, he tries to get it back, only to get caught in some trees while in dragon form.
•After that accompanies her on Ephriam and Kaede’s path to get the stone back.
Rantaro Amami:
•A former wyvern rider turned pegasus knight
•Yes, somehow he got a pegasus to trust him enough to let him ride, to the confusion of everyone else.
•Was with Grado for a while, but jumped ship to Jehana about three years before the war.
•When he learned that the Queen’s son had run away, his big brother instincts kicked in and he volunteered to find him.
•His search eventually led to Carcino where he found Joshua alone with the rest of Eirika’s party.
•Agreed to tag along so he could keep an eye on the gambling Prince and so he could help out Shuichi.
•Good with lances, but way better with flying.
Miu Iruma:
•A wyvern rider from Grado, though an unconventional one (I mean, it’s Miu)
•She and Rantaro were part of the same squad, but she stayed unlike him.
•Good at making all her allies lives a living hell with her antics (RIP Cormag) but she’s kept around due to her skill
•Saw Valter kill Glenn, but while trying to tell Cormag, got sidetracked by seeing Selena try to take Kiibo’s dragonstone, which made her go “F**k it”, swear the Flurspar out, and switched sides to team Ephriam.
•The only wyvern who uses an axe. Everyone calls her crazy for it but hey, whatever works.
Tenko Chabishira:
•Was in Renais at first, but after being ditched by Maki she went to Jehana due to her unsurprisingly wanting to be in the nation lead by a queen rather than a king like the rest.
•Ends up bumping into Marisa on a job, and once it’s over she convinces Tenko to join the Mercenaries.
•Loves Tethys and Marisa, so she stays no matter what, but she does eventually get some respect for Gherik.
•Doesn’t stop her from thinking somethings up with Kiyo and the new recruit who won’t take his mask off.
•Would’ve joined up with team Eirika either way since everyone else agreed, Himiko being there just made her a lot more aggressive with it.
•Axes all the way baby!
Korekiyo Shinguji:
•Wound up in Caer Pelyn, which royally confused everyone, but they kinda just rolled with it.
•Stayed due to his interest in the village, but when he was about to leave Ewan stopped by, and after a misunderstanding about why he wanted to leave Kiyo gets dragged into the mercenaries.
•At first only stayed due to wanting to send his sister more ‘friends’, but after seeing Tethys and Ewan act like how siblings are supposed to act, he realised how badly he screwed up, so he ends up sticking around to find out what real siblings are meant to do.
•Gladly joins up with team Eirika once they show up not only to stay with his allies, but also to get some more ‘sibling role models’
•Good with dark magic and staffs, but is in the summoner class..... be very afraid.
Kaito Momota:
•Woke up in Carcino, but after realising the guys in charge were assholes, he left and started travelling all over as a mercenary.
•After seeing Ephriam and Kaede storm a castle with 5 people total and win, he got the bright idea to become a masked hero busting innocents Grado captured out of jail and just generally be a thorn in their side.
•Formed a bit of a partnership with Kokichi because of this cause hey, where else in Magvel are you going to get smoke bombs.
•Eventually met Lyon, and after they explained what was going on to him, Kaito decided to risk it all on them as he let himself get caught to help bust Knoll out of jail, which worked, albeit with a lot of extra help from team Ephriam.
•All and all, more or less the same, just in WAY over his head.
•Of course he’s in the Hero class, so that means swords and axes.
Tsumugi Shirogane:
•The only one who’s played the game before, and easily the most excited, especially as she ended up in Grado and to be more specific as Lyon’s adopted sister.
•Thought she could get everything she wanted due to this being a game, but ended up having a bit of an existential crisis when the world turns out to be harder to manipulate and more real then she thought.
•Not wanting to accept that fiction can be real to, decided to take the demon kings power that wasn’t in Lyon (this was before the stone was shattered so that means most of it) to try get control back.
•This, of course, backfires, as while her already wanting to cause chaos/drama meant she kept her sense of self for longer, her lie eventually crashed in as once Shuichi got her to accept that fiction can be real she got completely possessed.
•Has the same class as Lyon, though she’s less tanky in exchange for being faster, worth it when you’re dealing with dark tomes.
Well, that’s everything for now. Hope you enjoy!
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The Queen's Husband [VII/?]
When her reign is threatened, the Queen of Ergona must find a husband to secure her throne.
Word Count: 1.893
Warnings: angst, brief mentions of drowning and stabbing
A/N: The banner gif was found here. Thank you to the lovely @xbuchananbarnes for proof-reading this. I hope you like it ♡
When you were a child, your mother would take you to the seaside during the summer.
Ergona's shore is an angry one. Dark waves crash against the stone barriers of the cliffs in an endless battle, retreating in grey-white foam only to strike again, violent and persistent. Swimming was strictly forbidden, but she'd encourage you to run barefoot in the shell-covered sand, dipping your tiny toes in the freezing water. It chilled you to the bone, shivers sprouting from your legs to the roots of your hair but you loved it.
It was liberating.
The seagulls and the roar of the tide drowned out your squeals of delight, yet, even so, your mother smiled at the way your lips stretched and the wind mussed your careful updo. Under her watchful gaze, you were weightless, no crown or kingdom to hold you back - only childhood glory.
If only those days could last forever.
By the time you were nine years old you weren't so light anymore. Duty began to lurk in the corners of your world and even your mother's loving shelter couldn't stop the flood of laws, customs and obligations that washed away the last of your youth. On your last summer in Geotach, an entourage of tutors followed you and your mother to the coast, occupying your once lively afternoons on lessons in queenship.
You'd fight more often. The lure of power beguiled your innocent mind, and as much as your mother tried to hold you back, the possibilities of your future were too enticing.
"You don't understand!" you seethed. "I'll be the queen, the first of my name. Not a consort like you and not a whore like my father's mistresses. I have to be the best!"
"I want you to be the best, Y/N" she pleaded. "But at what cost?"
Cost was a funny thing - it was always more expensive than you originally thought. At nine years old - nothing more than a child - you believed the price of power would be the loss of fun and games that'd defined your privileged upbringing so far. Nothing can prepare kings and queens for the doubt, the anxiety and the fear that comes with bearing a crown and how pride - dripping from your shallow tongue as you'd talk back to the one person who could actively help you - is a trap.
It was your pride that lead the way as you snuck out of the manor, smirking wider as you passed each oblivious guard, down the stone steps to the sand. It was a siren's voice, whispering in the howling wind, tempting you to dive deeper in the dark ocean because even the sea should bend to the queen's will.
Only you were not the queen yet, you were just a girl.
You were underwater for hours, or maybe seconds. Time was irrelevant and trying to tame it was as useless as your struggle to swim to surface. Your lungs burned, but the water drowned out it’s fire and your helpless screams. And was cold, so cold…
"Y/N?"
Wanda's voice startled you, rousing you from sleep.
"Did you have a bad dream?" she asked kindly.
You frowned.
"It was a memory."
There was a breakfast tray on the coffee table. Twisting your neck, you saw a sliver of daylight sneaking through a narrow crack in the curtains. The fire was out, engulfing the room in frigidity just like that of your nightmare and your joints screamed from the way you slept slumped in the armchair, still in your ball gown.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Wanda coaxed, stoking the embers. Black dust stained the tips of her dainty fingers.
Rubbing your hands for warmth, you said:
"Did I ever tell you about the night my mother died?"
Wanda frowned, taking a seat on the chair to your left.
"Yes, Your Grace. Your mother..."
"Was stabbed to death" you completed after sensing her hesitation. "Just like Uncle Tony."
"Lord Stark is alive, Your Grace. Dr. Banner has assured he'll recover" she stated.
"Yes, but it may take weeks for him to wake up! Meanwhile, Aunt Virginia is without her husband and Morgan is without her father" your closed fist banged on the wooden armrest, but the pain was meaningless. "And it's my fault."
"Your Grace… Y/N. Please don't say that" Wanda pleaded. "There's nothing you could've done."
You rubbed your temples furiously, while your eyes stinged with unshed tears. They choked you, stealing the air from your lungs - just like the furious sea.
"The night my mother died, I had escaped from the manor in Geotach" you recalled. "It was the middle of the night and I wanted to swim in the ocean, despite her always warning me to never do that because the water was too unpredictable. I wanted to prove her that I could do anything I wanted because, in my stupid, reckless mind, that's what queens did."
"She was right about the water, of course. It pulled me under so fast and I barely remember being dragged out. My mother had noticed my absence and warned the guards, so naturally they came for me, leaving her at the house unprotected."
"When we returned we found her body - stabbed over ten times by my math tutor, Mr. Jasper Sitwell. He'd killed her then slit his own throat with a silver dagger, just like Zemo last night. Next to him was a note, with two words: Hail Hydra."
Wanda cursed. The flames from the fireplaces made her auburn hair look almost scarlet.
"You can't blame yourself for this, Your Grace" she whispered.
"Can't I?” you muttered, self-hatred muffling Wanda’s consolation.
"What is Hydra, Your Grace?"
"Legend says it's a secret society of dragon hunters" you explained what little you'd gathered from years and years of research. "I guess one could believe that as much as they can believe in dragons."
"The dragon is the symbol of your house. It is said your ancestors built this fortress themselves using dragon fire" she said.
"There is no evidence dragons ever existed, Wanda" you declared. "Besides, even if they did once, there's nothing left to my family other than skeletons in our closets. I think whatever or whoever Hydra is, they're just trying to destroy me."
Wanda leaned over to whisper something, but a knock on the door interrupted her. You were about to say you didn't want any visitors when she claimed:
"It must be Natasha with Dr. Banner."
That confused you.
"Dr. Banner? Shouldn't he be tending to my uncle?"
"Lord Stark is out of danger, Your Grace. Now we must check if you are."
Of course - your baby. Your hands instinctively went to your stomach as Natasha and Dr. Banner crossed the room. The doctor's kind face was weary and tired from aiding your uncle all night, but still he directed you an encouraging smile:
"Your Grace, I hope I can bring you some good news."
You sighed.
"So do I, Dr. Banner. So do I."
Peter Parker was scared.
Pacing outside the royal chambers, twisting his hands in anxiety, Tony Stark's young squire fought the urge to flee or throw up.
"Keep it together, Peter" he scolded himself.
It was hard to believe that less than twenty-four hours ago his biggest concern was fixing the knot on his cravat - the damn thing kept loosening! - so that he looked perfect to attend his first ball. It was Lord Stark that managed to straighten it, with an amused smirk and a pat to the boy's shoulder. Now his mentor was in a coma while his body struggled to recover from the wounds Peter couldn't prevent.
He was the worst squire in the history of Ergona, but there was one last thing he had to do before scurrying back home
He straightened himself when the doors to your chambers opened and you walked out, followed by your handmaiden, Dr. Bruce Banner and Lady Natasha Romanoff. Peter always thought you looked majestic, the strongest woman he's ever seen, but today you were defeated, with bags under your eyes and a hunch in your pace, as if the weight of the world had finally caught up to you.
Once Dr. Banner bid you his farewells, you turned to Peter, your ladies by your side.
"Mr. Parker" you greeted "What can I do for you?"
The boy cleared his throat and curtsied.
“Your Grace” he said. “Forgive my boldness, but may I speak with you in private?”
You raised one eyebrow, tired gaze softening at the sight of the squire. At the cusp of manhood, Peter Parker was all smooth edges and golden dreams, crushed under the gleam of a silver knife. You uncle had taken him under his wing not less than a year ago,
“Walk with us, Peter” you said, motioning him to step in beside you, Wanda and Natasha close behind.
Your handmaiden claimed that the Keep had been forged from dragon fire, but how could she believe that after spending six winters inside these walls was beyond you. The wind seemed to penetrate the stone, howling through the hallways and halls in an eerie song. The noise drowned out your voice when you said:
“You’re May Parker’s nephew, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Your Grace” he nodded. “She raised me as her own after my parents passed away.”
“She is a very good woman and a skilled seamstress. I have much admiration for her.”
Peter cracked a small smile.
“Thank you, Your Grace. I’ll be sure to pass your compliments along when I return home.”
“You’re planning on going home?” you asked.
“Well, I just assumed I would be stripped from my title, Your Grace” he stuttered. “Considering my failure to prevent the attack on Lord Stark.”
“Lord Stark named you his squire, Peter. Only him can remove your title, not me. And even if I could, I wouldn’t. What happened last night was not your fault.”
You stopped in front of a closed window, but the iron knob was too stiff from lack of use.
“Help me get this open, please” you grunted.
Together, you and Peter cracked the window open, baring your faces to the freezing wind. Through the fog, you could briefly make out the snow covered hills of Albeon.
“The walls of this Keep have ears, Peter” you stated and the boy had to perk his ears to hear you. “I’m sorry about the wind, but it’s noise will drown out what you have to say.”
Peter briefly noticed that Lady Natasha and Mrs. Wanda had stepped back and were now each facing one end of the hallway. No one would dare pass by them.
“Your Grace” he started. “After your engagement, Lord Stark gave me a mission: He commanded me to spy on the King’s father and some other nobles from West Ergona.”
“He was suspicious of the Duke of Arvenia, for reasons he never made clear, but, as his squire, it wasn’t my place to ask anyway. So, during Lord Roger’s stay in Albeon, I traced his movements and reported back to Lord Stark.”
“That man that stabbed your uncle, Baron Zemo. He said something before he killed himself: Hail Hydra. I’ve heard these words before, Your Grace. I’ve heard them from the mouth of Joseph Rogers, the Duke of Arvenia and King Steven’s father.”
A/N: *plays Law & Order theme song* TA DUM
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Marvel (and Matt Murdock) x Reader
Sum: Call it a disease, call it a curse or even call it a gift, in the end it's all the same. Vampirism has taken hold of your man, of your woman, and it’s time to deal with it.
Steve Rogers:
It’s a secret that goes deeper than anything Hydra could have ever done. There’s a reason the serum could never be perfected again, as it wasn’t just science Erskine had dipped into. And his soul might be somewhere other than Heaven for the things he had done to perfect it.
The “special” food he always eats, the late-night missions and the artificial lighting used in any and all pictures. It all slaps you at once, in the middle of the night when the bed is cold again and you shouldn’t get out of bed. You still do, you walk the few steps in the apartment to a living room where the darkness holds it steady.
He’s there, but only as an outlined shape on the couch. There’s a square in his hands, a book that’s been randomly appearing throughout the apartment. In the darkness you see his eyes, the ones that should be blue. But now they’re wrong, just wrong enough that you stare for longer than you should have. Long enough for him to look up and to know what you do.
What was your plan after finding him in the dark? Confront him, ask him to change as if this was simply some sort of addiction he could overcome? None of that could happen.
Instead you stand in the doorway, staring. Steve sets his book to the side, closing it softly and saying your name just as gentle. You don’t know if he started to get to follow you, as you had already gotten back into bed. Closing your eyes and pretending that ignorance was still your entire world.
Tony Stark:
In the past ten to fifteen years Tony has seen more magic, unexplained occurrences and straight up weird shit then any normal human ever could. That being said, there was still a scientific explanation for everything. For almost everything.
When it doesn’t there was a problem. There was no medical reason for blood to sustain someone, or how rapidly his fingernails grew. Strange had agreed with him,
“Nope, there isn’t a medical reason for it.” He had said, dropping Tony’s hands after being forced to look at them. “It’s a magical reason, Stark. Dumbed down version; you’re a vampire. Think of it like an STD.”
If you had your own time machine you’d go back and stop Stephen from describing it like that. You can’t prove it, but this could be one of the reasons you haven’t been together recently. Not just in the terms of sex, but cuddling, hugging even a kiss on the cheek he’d give when he had to leave for something. All of that was gone; replaced with a dodging head and a smile that couldn’t come close.
Thor:
Since the infection Thor has taken trips to New Asgard once a month. Never outright telling anyone where he was going. He’s just not next to you one night and returns the following evening. It’s only through Brunnhilde that you even know where he is. Not that she is any better with texting or technology, at least she answers.
You offer for him to simply use you, save himself a trip and all that. But he’s bounced around the reason why for a while, until you make the only logical conclusion. “Are you saying that the Asgardians can handle you, while I can’t?”
“Yes,” He says, “But it’s not just you. Midgardians are naturally weaker in comparison.”
The microaggression aside your relationship had shifted slightly because of this. He would always say no to your request with little more explanation then he already has. Like he was speaking to a determined little kid who just didn’t understand that it wasn’t healthy to lick the swing-set seat.
This was another common factors about Midgardians; you were a determined people. Even when it wasn’t healthy. You continued to mention, to ask, to ask that he at least tries to save himself a trip.
The simple fact is you wouldn’t be able to handle his hunger. His strength was already almost too much in bed, how would you handle it when the safe word doesn’t work?
Bucky Barnes:
These are side-effects from the experimental serum. With the strength and speed came the hunger. Something added to the concoction to make his targets something he needs to obliterate, that it would feed him and keep him aligned no matter what.
Now, free from those monsters and masters, he still feels it poking at the back of his mind. Shaking his head to scramble the thoughts, but they form again and talk again and again.
That his target smiles at him almost every day, that you hold his hand and stay close and sleep beside him almost every night does not help. But he has control. He has enough control to allow you close. Enough to kiss you and drag his teeth along your neck without breaking the skin.
It’s easiest when he can’t see your face. When you’re just another bit of walking life he can fuck and touch and mean nothing. It’s seeing you; your face, your voice, your eyes that he feels the hunger. But not to simply obliterate, he wants a drink and he wants you forever.
Natasha Romanoff:
The change happened and life moved on.
“Nothing really changes because of this,” Natasha had said, focusing on the TV screen instead of you. “Missions are now at night and I never get a shake again, that’s all. Nothing I can’t handle.”
You really shouldn’t have brought it up. Not when it’s a chill night where no one is expected to call and all that matters was the next episode to watch. But you had to say something, asking how she’s doing. When you didn’t like the answer, a little more digging had to be done.
In the recent weeks the only time you’ve seen that blush in her cheeks was while she drank from her solid cup. It was bright orange with a black straw that hid it’s contents. A stark contrast from the see-through glass cups she used to drink her shakes through. That cup sat on the coffee table in front of you. Blending in with your own cup of the same make, but blue instead of orange.
Her bare legs across yours were smooth and soft as you gently caressed them. She faintly smelled like raspberries from the expensive body-wash (one of Nat’s few vices) you would borrow sometimes.
“Don’t lie to me,” You say, focused on the delicious legs that you squeezed. Either as a massage or as your personal stress ball.
She looks at you now. Although her eyes are the same color the difference was still there. Maybe a little more shine, or the pupils were naturally wider than a regular human, it’s hard to tell.
“It sucks, it really fucking sucks and there’s I or you can do.” She says, her hand on the back of your neck. “Nothing we can do; we just have to keep going. But it’s going to be okay, okay?”
You don’t agree, but you also don’t argue. It’s not going to be okay, these things will never be, but there’s no use in arguing. Anyone in your position would wish for something different. Anyone would wish for the hand on your neck, and the legs in your lap, to be at least a little warm.
T’challa:
His people had a special word for it, but you couldn’t really pronounce it. This word described it in both the realm of science and in legend. The Queen mother had explained it to you as a legend, a small curse that sometimes happens when the Heart-shaped herb is taken in. That he’ll be stronger than others before him, but it came at a price of being forever hungry and a creature of the night.
Shuri had explained it medically but gave nothing that the Queen Mother didn’t already say. That this hunger was just a side-effect of the herb. Panthers before him had the same problem, that they handled it through ‘volunteers’ and enemies alike.
This was your new responsibility. Now more then the partner to The panther, partner to the king. You were his volunteer that sat in a chair twice a day, your own little throne in the corner of Shuri’s lab. With a tube leading into your arm and a nice glass of orange juice on the other side.
T’challa has only seen you in the throne once. When he was meandering about his kingdom, just happening to stop by the lab when you were down there. His steps now quieter than the “sneak-ers” Shuri could have made. There wasn’t a chance that you’d notice he was in the same room, not until the glass was empty that you bothered looking up. Seeing T’challa but not having enough time to say anything before he was gone again.
Pietro Maximoff:
A thumping heart beats faster then a stationary one. Be it from fear, or excitement or an orgasm, that moment was the best to take a bite. This thought first came to Pietro’s mind when a particularly scary moment came during a movie. Although you wouldn’t admit to being scared, his light fingers on your pulse told another story.
By the time he got you back in the car your pulse had leveled out. Annoyance on both your parts at Pietro not being able to hide his disappointment.
It was only an hour or two later that he found your pulse racing again. When your back was pressed against his chest and a hand under your knee kept it raised. Toes in the air curling and flexing in a way that made language a very hard thing to comprehend.
Your pulse is lighting up from his hold under your knee. The physical equivalence of a heavenly aroma coming from a freshly baked pie.
Just like the cartoon characters he was compared to, he couldn’t resist. The bite on your shoulder was an extra piece of weight pressed on the already crushing sensation of your orgasm. Although you had barely noticed the bite Pietro had drank his fill from just a few minutes of your groans and moans.
Falling face first into sleep after words was a rarity for you. Waking up with drool on your pillow and chin, and a headache that could be compared to a hangover.
Guilt was evident on Pietro as he was quick to get you a water, some breakfast from wherever, anything, anything at all. What he was guilty about, you didn’t exactly know at that moment. Making a mental note to interrogate him later. For now you would just enjoy the pampering.
Peter Parker:
Something was up with Peter; he had expressed this to you a few times. Mentioned a few times to his friends and to Aunt May that he wasn’t feeling too hot.
And feeling hot he was not. The exact opposite of a fever was happening as you placed a hand to his forehead. Aunt May keeping him from school and you keeping him from anything else. To keep an eye on him Aunt May would bring him to some of her shifts at the hospital. Parking his butt in the On-call room and stopping in whenever she could.
Stopping by the hospital Aunt May caught you coming in. Arms carrying the homework he was missing and the books you were going to force him to read. She, as every time, thanked you for coming and spoke in an almost whisper.
“Thank you so much for coming again, I really appreciate this.” She says, looking around like a secret mission while digging through her pocket. Handing off a key to the apartment, newly minted. “Would you mind taking him home? I’m gonna be late and I think Julian is going to snitch if Peter’s here any longer.”
“Sure thing, Aunt May, I’ll take care of him.” You say, off to your mission.
The key to getting in at any hospital is to walk like you know where you’re going. Even if you don’t, and you’re in the wrong building, walk like you own the place, like you have something important to tell the president, like someone just back talked your woman-folk. This was the sure-fire way to not be stopped. Even when walking into a room specific for staff.
The few days before you would walk in to see brown hair keeping out from the side where Peter would be sitting. Almost catatonic staring at the TV or magazine that the room provided. This time there was someone different, accidentally walking around the couch to find a medical intern dozing off where your man should have been. Making eye-contact and quickly turning away was the entirety of that interaction.
The bathrooms was the next train of thought where Peter could have been. Your stride had slowed but stayed strong as you walked to the bathrooms. Knocking a few times on the boys before you peeked your head in, nothing.
The amount of time you spent wondering around the hospital was longer than anyone would have liked to admit. Your strides losing the momentum of an important person walking through their halls to a confused, lost, girl trying to find an invisible boy.
It’s only after passing a door in the deep reaches of the hospital that you stop for a second. Perhaps hanging out with Peter had gotten you some second-hand spidey-sense. Even if that wasn’t the case, opening the heavy door the same color of white as the walls was the key to your missing man.
He sits in the cold storage room with his legs open and empty bags around him. At one point the shelves were probably full with red bags hanging up, waiting to be put to use. Now the bottom two rows were practically empty as Peter bit into the top like an ice cream cone. Instead of white or chocolate smearing his face it was thin red color covering the lower half of his face.
Seeing you in the doorway, look of shock and horror on your face, he didn’t stop drinking. His eyes were wide and sad while staring up at you. Like a little kid that broke his arm and was standing at the kitchen door, waiting for Mom to notice and help. His eyes were starting to glisten, and tears were on the edge of his eyes, spilling over and cleaning streaks down his cheeks.
The pattern almost writing ‘help me’ on his cheeks.
Stephen Strange:
It wasn’t that he exactly lied, he just didn’t tell you what was going on. Brushing off all of your concerns as nothing more then a “little disease, nothing major” that you stupidly trusted. The man was so confident in his control of the situation that he would even ask you to grab him one of his “drinks” when you would grab yours from the fridge.
It’s only when he gets a little too cocky that you find out. An actual blood bag with a damn twisty straw coming out of it rested in his hand while working on a laptop.
“How long has this been going on?” You demand, as if his condition was the same to having an affair. “Stephen, how long?”
The worst part was how he didn’t seem to be ashamed about his secret. Only closing his laptop when you wouldn’t him brushing the issue off. Sitting with his hands in a steeple and looking at you while talking.
“It’s been three months, almost four.” He explains. “While scouting another realm a creature, something like a bat, latched onto me. I returned and the symptoms started a few days later.”
“The sore throat thing, that’s what it was? You fucked around with a multi-verse and got infected.” You say, making sure you were on the same page.
“Well, it was an actual sore throat.” He says.
“Stephen, stop.” You say, knowing that this wouldn’t be going anywhere. You would just become more upset while he wouldn’t understand what the problem was.
Matt Murdock:
Only once before could Matt remember not hearing anything. When the world was silent but the touch of everything was louder than a jet engine. That moment was created from pride and a specialized gunshot, and it was a moment in hell.
This one was created by ignoring a bite wound (a tetanus shot should have been good enough) and equally ignoring the changes in his body. By the time his heart slowed to nothing in the middle of the night it was too late. He was dead, but the hunger was alive.
It only became something more than an extreme annoyance when you had interfered. The knife you used cutting farther then you had meant to through the steak. Just deep enough to make you cry out. Dropping the knife and holding your hand. Sucking on the thick skin just below your thumb, turning away as if Matt could even see what was going on.
You could hear him get up from the couch, walking across the apartment to you.
“Cheap knife and cheaper steak, what’d did I expect.” You say, your wounded hand pulled away from your chest by Matt. “I doubt I’ll need stitches just a band-aid…What the actual fuck are you doing?”
His touch is as gentle as ever. Yet this did little to distract you from him lifting your hand to his mouth. Pressed so close under his nose that it smeared a bit of red on the underside of his nose.
“Mathew,” You say, concerned but not ripping your hand away yet.
It’s when his mouth opens, and he groans, that you try and pull away. His grip now stronger than vice could ever be. One hand holding your wrist, the other almost crushing your fingers. Keeping you from pulling away or escaping.
“Mathew, Matt stop!” Was the last thing he hears before going for a stronger source of the blood. Your smell of sweat and fear intoxicating as he bit into the crook of your arm.
Unlike last time the silence of the world wasn’t a terrifying thing that he screamed at. It wasn’t even something he noticed. All that mattered was the warmth and love and taste of everything on earth coming through his brain and right into his absolute core.
The neighbors have learned to stop caring about the noises that come from the Murdock apartment. With a blind man, brick walls and an almost constant stream of people coming in to yell at him the neighbors have learned to tune it out. A screaming woman from his apartment in the last months to years was also nothing new.
The only thing that could save you was the sating of his hunger. And that only happens after your legs have given out and voice is hoarse. Still muttering Matt’s name when he starts to hear once more.
Carol Danvers:
In all magic and the unexplained there is always a small amount of structure to be found. The specific set of rules that the creature or spell or whatever has to follow or be destroyed. One of these, pertaining to the vampire, was the sun.
A few minutes in the unforgiving rays and there shouldn’t be too much damage on the monsters. But a bite right to the hot, powerful source of the sun’s cousin? That’s a one-way trip to absolute obliteration.
Carol described the slight second of surprise the bastard had before exploding. She smiled and handed off your drink while trying to imitate the face it had made. Flopping back onto the couch next to you, mentioning that it had bitten her and then poof!
“You were bit by a vampire?” You ask, drink not yet touching your lips.
She nods, setting her bottle down with an almost aggressive click on the coffee table. Without her longer hair she couldn’t make a production of showing off her neck. Instead tilting her head to the side and pulling her shirt off of her shoulder. Showing two little dots of black on her neck. Gentle fingers touching the dots with a smile.
“I didn’t even notice until it exploded,” She says.
Leaning forward and then back you start to talk. “You were bit by a vampire, and you just came home like nothing? Babe, seriously?”
She looks at you for just a second before her face falls. “I didn’t get infected or anything…” But her eyes are looking else where for a second.
That was all you needed to know that she did not get tested or anything. Even with all the technology that could test anything. Shaking your head you stand up from the couch. Carol calling “Babe,” after you, not even considering what she could do differently.
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